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Oops! âŚI Did It Again (Disappeared Under Mysterious Circumstances and Returned Physically Intact but Intrinsically Altered by a Terrible Journey Through the Other-World)
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⡠Premature
Sypnosis . How they react to getting caught jerking off/How they jerk off when youâre not around. / Pairings . (Separate) Toji Fushiguro x f!reader, Geto Suguru x f!reader, Gojo Satoru x f!reader, & Nanami Kento x f!reader / Content . afab!reader, masturbation, pervertedness, praise, needy men, filth, dirty talk, non-curse au, degrading, established relationships etc. / wc . 5.5k
A/N: not proofread in the slightestâ I apologize in advance for the errors. This is a mix of two requests; one from my lovely đanon; If it's not too much trouble, would you take a request for how JJK men jack it to reader? To a picture, their thoughts, or maybe reader asks them perhaps? & jjk men getting caught jerking off [MDNI]
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Toji Fushiguro
Heâs the kinda guy that you could never be on the phone with past midnight. Why? Causeâ suddenly his voice is getting deeper, his comments are growing more suggestive, and heâs got a hand wrapped around his cock as he gets off to the sound of your voice.
What the hell are you even talking about? Heâs got no idea, all he knows is that your soft tone, laced with such a faint sleepiness to it, has his cock aching within his hand.
You wouldnât even notice heâs jerking off for a while either, not until he groans out your name.
The sound makes your entire body freeze and all you can do is stare at your phone, tipping your head to the side curiously before you tap on your phone to bring the ongoing phone call to the forefront of your screen.
Youâd get quiet and heâd get louder, grunting out an all too deep, âFuck,â That has you smiling to yourself a little. Especially when you hear him grunting as if he were trying to keep his sounds in.
But, your moment of confidence only lasts until the deep baritone of his voice snaps you out of it, âKeep fuckinâ talkinâ, doll,â Toji orders and god does he sound sexy like this.
Thereâs the faintest hint of need in his voice that has you biting your lower lip to hold back the toothy smile trying to present itself on your face. Gulping, âTojiâŚâ You murmur, and your ears donât miss how he sighs heavily.
On his end, heâs got his legs sprawled out and his head tosses back at the sound of you calling his name, âWhat?â Heâd huff, almost as if what heâs doing hasnât become rather obvious to you.
Your voice is suddenly closer to the phone and it makes Toji grunt, âYou okay over there? Yâsound⌠busy,â You utter teasingly.
âMmmh⌠mhm, mâfine, jusâ-, hahh, keep⌠keep talkinâ,â His long pauses and heavy exhales were making you squirm on your end. You could only imagine how he looked right nowâ big hand wrapped around his cock as he gave himself quick tugs to the sound of your voice.
You start to shift around in your bed and almost forget to respond as you listen closely. Turning your volume up, you could hear almost everything. His sounds became vivid, a messy noise of spit heard as Toji wets his cock up in ways heâs known you to, his hand jerking his dick in quicker pulls due to the slickness of his saliva and precum mixing together.
âHahhh, fuck,â Toji pants and starts slowing his hand down just so he can speak properly, âWhyâd yâstop talkinâ? Hm?â
âI uh⌠I thought I heard something, sorry,â You hum as you fake cluelessness. âAnywho, what was I saying again? Do you remember?â
Ah, youâd decided to test him thinking he wasnât paying attention at all to what you were discussing earlier. Jokes on you, Toji knows how to multitask (sometimes), âUh, you were tellinâ me about your day or somethinâ,â He hums casually.
âRiight,â You chuckle. An idea pops into your mind and you decide to use his lack of full attention to what you were previously discussing to your advantage, âWell, me and my friends went to this new sweet spot today.â
âYeah? âNd what else, doll?â Toji sounded so clearly occupied but he was trying his best to just get you to keep talking. Every word that left your lips went straight to his cock.
You grin, âWell, it was pretty hot today so I got lucky they had popsicles! The one I got was suuper big, couldâ hardly fit it in my mouth,â You explain.
Was this story true? Not exactly, but when else do you get the opportunity to tease your boyfriend like this?
Tojiâs eyes flicker as he processes what the hell you just said to him, his cock twitching at the thought of your lips parting to take something large into your mouthâ you knew what the hell you were doing to him and he was starting to pick up on it.
Swallowing thickly, Toji hums, âOh yeah? Reminds me of a couple of other things that canât really fit in your mouthâŚâ
âHm? Like what, Toji?â You murmur innocently.
Your voice had softened by a lot and it drove him crazy. Such a clear false innocence laced into your question had the man picturing your expression. The way youâre probably sitting there with your eyes all wide and curious, batting those pretty lashes of yours like you donât know what the hell youâre asking him.
Scoffing, âDonât play dumb, yâknow what the hell mâtalkinâ about.â Toji drawls out, voice a bit rougher with you.
You ignore his little attitude and let out a giggle, âDo I?â
âYeah, yâdo,â Your boyfriend huffs. His breathing is noticeably heavier and little did you know, he had his head resting back and his eyes on the ceiling as he fisted his cock rapidly, slick sounds masked by his voice every time he spoke.
As if to make his state worse, your voice dips into something more sultry, âIâm really not sure Toji⌠What else is too big to fit in my mouth? Hm?â You hum.
âFuck-,â Toji lets out a slight gasp, his breath stuttering for a moment before he grunts, âMy cock, baby. Yâknow this.â
The way he gave up on getting you to say it first has you smiling, âMmmh, I dunno Toji,â God you were saying his name too much and it was making his balls ache, âI had your cock down my throat perfectly fine the other day if I recall correctly.â
âFilthy fuckinâ girl,â Toji abruptly rasps out, making you gulp as you felt a throb in your core, âWhereâd yâlearn to talk like that, huh?â
You snicker, âFrom my boyfriend who enjoys jerking off to the sound of my voice.â
And just like that, Toji can feel his orgasm approachingâ damn you and your slick remarks, you only ever acted like this over the phone. You knew better in person but, he didnât mind right now.
âHahh, fuck you,â Toji fires back.
âYou want to right now, donât you?â You were getting confident all of a sudden and he groans before shutting his mouth just to listen to you speak. âWanna feel my tongue on your cock, huh?â
His hand squeezes onto his cock and a strangled grunt leaves the back of his throat, âShit-,â Tojiâs haw drops a little, âDonât stop talkinâ, mâclose.â
âYeah? Gonna cum thinkinâ about fuckinâ my throat, right?â You murmur.
And he definitely was, itâs all he could think about right now. Especially with how bold you were being, how could he not picture you on your knees and taking his cock down your throat as he face fucks you just to teach you a lesson about talking to him like this?
Then you just kept going, ââŚOr jusâ from me talking? Yâlike my voice that much, Toji?â You ask.
Heâs on his end just nodding as his brows furrowâ when the hell was he this damn needy for you? âYes, fuck⌠fuckinâ hell, yes, I fuckinâ love your voice baby,â Toji tells you.
God you wish you could see him right now. You just know heâs sweating, cockhead angry and leaking at your every word, big thighs parted yet jittery as he gets closer and closer.
âCâmon then big guy, cum fâme so you can come over,â Suddenly your tone is aroused and Tojiâs squeezing his eyes shut in frustration.
âSâlate, doll,â He argues.
You tut, âYeah well listeninâ to you jerk off turned me on so now youâve gotta come over ând deal with it.â
Some nerve you had. As if you wouldnât be the one all teary eyed and pouty after a few kisses from himâŚ
Yet, Tojiâs not thinking about that right now, mindlessly agreeing just because he needs you right now and his hand is starting not to cut it anymore, âHahhh, alright-, shit. Whatever the fuck you want, doll. Iâll be over in ten.â
You snicker, âMake it five.â
He swears youâll be the death of him.
Scoffing, âNeedy ass girl⌠agh⌠canât wait ten minutes?â
âYou couldnât wait tilâ I got off the phone to jerk off?â You argue.
Heâs smirking despite the slight irritation that creeps up on him due to how bratty you were being, ââŚShut up.â
You smile, âCome shut me up.â
âOh Iâm about to.â
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Geto Suguru
Moaning your name as if thatâll cause your hand to be wrapped around his cock instead of your pantiesâ Suguru uses your clothes to get off when youâre not around.
He doesnât bother to call you or text you. Itâs usually late when he gets like this so he just uses the lace panties you âaccidentallyâ left over at his place.
Sometimes heâs got the fabric wrapped around his cock as he jerks off and other times heâs got it pressed up to his nose, inhaling what little of your scent he could get as his hips fuck into the O-shape heâs created with his hand. If he inhales strong enough, he swears he can still smell your pussy and that alone makes his eyes roll to the back of his head.
âFuuuck,â Geto moans unashamed into the air. Whatâs he gotta hold his voice back for? Even if you were to ever catch him like this, he knows youâre just as much of a perv as he is.
His hand has a strong grip on his base as he gets himself off with your panties. Just thinking about how the fabric clung to your cunt for hours on end has his cock dripping pre onto the floor.
âFuckinâ miss you, agh,â Suguru would groan thoughtlessly into the air, recalling the last time he had your pussy on his tongue, how sweet how tasted, how addicting you are.
Within said imagination, he doesnât even realize heâs moving your panties to his mouth, his tongue seeping out and pressing into the fabric as if thatâll give him a taste of you again. Is it the same as sucking on your cunt tilâ your legs are shaking? No, of course not. Does it make Getoâs hand milk the fuck out of his cock? Well, yes.
Light and faint whines slip past his lips, âHa-ahh⌠taste so fuckinâ good, baby,â Geto groans like youâre right there with him.
Shit, he wants you on his tongue again. He can never get enough of itâ the way your pussy sloshes all over his mouth every time he eats you out, how you whine his name and beg him for a break, or even the way you get greedy as your orgasm nears and you start bucking your hips against him.
Either way, itâs all he can think about right now. And it doesnât get any better when his eyes open and looks down at himself, your panties clung tightly in between his teeth as he envisions you below him with a mouth wide and ready for him.
Oh the way you always take his cock down your throat never fails to make his eyes cross. Youâd suck on him like your life depended on it, moaning against his shaft whenever he started thrusting into your mouth or whining when he forces your head down some more.
And heâs so close as he thinks about it moreâ picturing your wet lips parted around his flushed tip, drool slipping out the corner of your mouth, and your tongue slipping against him languidly-
âSuguru?â The sound of your voice makes him moan in surprise before heâs turning his head to look at you.
Even caught in the act, he only gets turned on even more. His brows tense and he pants heavily as his eyes meet yours, quickly noticing the way your gaze dropped down to his achingly hard cock.
You were supposed to be asleep out on his living room couch where heâd left you moments ago but yet, here you wereâ standing with your eyes all wide and curious, taking careful steps toward the man as you cross your arms, and giving him this look that drives him crazy.
You gulp loudly as you look up to your boyfriendâs face, âAre those my panties in your mouth?â
âM-Mmhm,â Geto hums with an impatient nod of his head.
Your lashes bat at the man before you find yourself standing right in front of him, placing but a single hand on his chest before taking the other and removing the lace from the manâs mouth.
âThatâs filthy Sugu,â You whisper carefully.
The way his lips part and how his eyes lower on you, a groan slipping from him due to how close your body was and the way youâd touched him so softly. âUhuh, I know, baby,â His voice has the faintest shake to it as he mumbles out an answer.
Smiling slightly, you keep your eyes directly up on his despite his hand not stopping on his cock for even a second, âYou couldâve woken me up if you needed me, Suguru.â You utter.
He cracks a lazy grin for a moment, âI jusâ needed your panties.â
You frown and your brows tense a bit, ââŚPervert.â You whisper, watching how his body twitches in reaction before heâs leaning his face down and closer to yours.
âMhm,â Geto hums, âYeahhh, thaâs me, princess. Keep tellinâ me how fuckinâ nasty I am.â Your boyfriend purrs, earning a wide eyed look from you as you gaze up at him in surprise.
You comply, trailing a single finger down along his chest as you tip your head to the side and speak, âYouâre filthy Sugu, gettinâ off with my panties⌠Bet you wanted to get caught like this too.â
âMaybe,â Geto tells you with that awfully cocky grin on his face, âBut youâre not any better. I caught you fingerinâ yourself to my voice last week.â
You gulp, âT-That wasâŚâ
Heâs leaning down past your face and you flinch as his lips make sudden contact with your neck, âDifferent, huh?â He rasps out, hot breath tickling the side of your neck.
Tense, your hand stops moving along his body and you angle yourself to look down at how aggressively heâs fisting his cock right now, âYeahâŚâ You murmur, completely distracted by the sight below you.
His hand got faster on his cock, quicker tugs made the longer you stared down at him and cum leaking from his tip as he grunted against your neck.
âSure it was,â Geto whispers, but his voice is a lot lighter than you expected it to be. âNow are you gonna just stand here and watch me jerk off or are yâgonna get on your knees ând take care of me?â He asks, lifting his face a little to kiss the space below your ear.
You unconsciously lick your lips the longer you stare down at his cock, watching him drip onto the floor and make the slightest mess before you chuckle, âThatâs no way to ask, Sugu.â
He scoffs against you but you donât miss the quietest whine leaving his throat before he speaks, âFunny cause I wasnât fuckinâ askinâ.â
âOh?â You snicker at your boyfriend before turning your head to meet his gaze, âYouâre mean when you get caught in the actâŚâ
He stares you down and resists every neuron in his body thatâs telling him to press his lips into yours, âAm I?â
âMhm, as if youâre not embarrassed,â You tease. God you were driving him crazyâ looking at him so longingly, your lips nearly on his, your body warm with how close you were to him and your hand low and near his cock.
Fuck, one more touch from you and heâd be cumming in seconds. âIâm not.â Geto replies to you.
You pull your lower lip into your mouth for a second and his gaze drops, âYou sure? Yâknow how long I was watchinâ you before I said something?â
âFuck, how long baby?â He practically mumbles. He needed your touch so badly, you were too close to not be all over him right now and his restraint was waning by the second.
âA few minutes, saw you puttinâ my panties to your nose ând everything,â As you speak, your hands are lifting and his eyes are widening.
Your arms wrap around his neck and heâs forced to stop his hand on his cock before he blows his load too soon, âYeah?â He breathes.
You nod and inch closer, âMhm.â
âBet that got you all hot ând bothered, huh?â Geto whispers, cocking his head to the side before placing a hand to your waist and holding you tenderly, âThatâs why you said somethinâ right? Cause yâlike watchinâ me like this?â
Your eyes were on his lips now and youâd half-heard everything he just said, shrugging out a little, âMaybeâŚâ In response before your lips are finally on his.
Geto canât even control the groan that pours out of him while his lips move over yours, tongue slotting into your mouth and hand squeezing onto your waist as if to tell you not to move.
The kiss doesnât even last that long before heâs letting out a whine as his cockhead brushes against your body, âFuck-, enough of this teasinâ, I need you princess.â
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Gojo Satoru
You were going to take it upon yourself to ask your husband how he jerks off when youâre not around but instead of answering your text with an explanation like a normal personâ he sends you a video.
Unfiltered, less than a second after clicking on the video, youâre met with his glistening cock on your screen. Slicked with spit and precum trailing along his veins, a pretty pink tip twitching for some attention, and a bright flash from his cellphone giving you the perfect view of his lower half.
Youâd be lying if you said you didnât squeeze your legs together as soon as you started the video. Then thereâs his voice that you hear about five seconds in.
âWanted to see how I jerk off, huh? Dirty girl,â Oh his tone was low with you, the sound filling your ears as you bat your lashes and gulped. Thank god for your headphones, despite being home alone, because you could hear every little sound. âYouâre lucky I was already in the middle of it when you texted, yâknow.â
Although he canât hear you, you scoff, âSlut.â
âGotâ this hard thinkinâ about you,â Gojo whispers suddenly, his slender fingers wrapping around his cock carefully, âI miss you, pretty girl,â His words and the way heâs slowly touching himself for you has your body hot and itâs only been a few seconds.
Pulling your bottom lip in between your teeth, your eyes narrow on his handâ how tenderly it slides up and up until he reaches his tip, the way his thumb runs in between the slit of his cockhead and he lets out a hiss.
Then his hand lowers and the sound that follows is so wet, âFuuck, I wish it was you touchinâ me right now. You always make me feel sâgood,â Gojo pants unintentionally, âMiss your lips on me too. How longâs it been? A week? Fuckinâ hate leavinâ you for workâŚâ
You chuckle lightly at his moment of rambling but the way his hand picks up in speed ever so slightly has your smile fading and your focus returning. Sometimes you wonder how he even fits inside youâ his cock is so long and from his base to his tip, he looks like heâd split you open (he does).
Your thighs are squeezing together again and youâre starting to miss him the more you watch, the vivid and deep sound of Gojo humming your name causing a chill to slip down your spine.
And you swear you were about to get to the best part of the video heâs sent because his hand was moving at a quickened pace but youâre interrupted by an incoming video call from the man in question.
You practically jump out of your skin due to your ringtone before you scramble to answer it.
Batting your eyelashes as the call connects, you swallow hard, âH-Hello-â
âKnowinâ youâre watchinâ that video isnât enough fâme,â Gojo huffs outâ now heâs got the camera propped up for you and you can see most of his body.
His shirt is long gone, same with his sweats, his legs are spread far and wide, hard and throbbing cock standing straight up as his hand tugs at it in needy little pulls. Gojoâs got his head tossed back and you have the clearest view of his sweaty Adamâs apple, a slip of sweat sliding down along his chest.
Heâs panting like crazy and his hand is fucking his cock much more aggressively than he was in that video youâd been watching, âShow me somethinâ baby, I fuckinâ need you,â Gojo huffs impatiently as he shifts his head back into place to meet your gaze on his screen.
You gulp, âS-Satoru, I-â
âPlease?â He whines so suddenly and it has your pussy throbbing, especially with how he lifts his hips into his hand because of simply looking at your face, âWanna see somethinâ pretty, show me your pussy, please?â
It's almost embarrassing how fast you move for your needy husband, going to prop your own phone up similar to how heâs done his and then discarding your clothes in a heartbeat.
âSpread yourself apart fâme, baby,â Gojo groans out his instructions and youâre following his every wordâ parting your legs wider and moving two finds to your cunt to spread your pussy apart for him.
âMmh, like this, âToru?â You utter with a slightly shaky hand and an embarrassed expression.
You see the way Gojoâs jaw sinks a little and how his brows furrow as he fists his cock faster, almost eagerly, âJuusâ like that, sweetheart-, fuck. I miss beinâ inside you,â Gojo says before tilting his head to really study your cunt, âLook how wet yâre fâme ând Iâm not even there, shit.â
Youâve got your pointer and ring finger holding your cunt open and you shift your middle finger to give yourself the slightest bit of relief, âItâs cause of your video..â
âYeah?â Gojo smiles, âYâliked watchinâ me jerk off?â
His hand slows, palm steadily traveling down along his shaft as a whine leaves him. Your pretty pussy on full display for him and making his balls twitch. He wanted to be fucking you full of him so badly.
âUhuh,â Your softer tone hits his ears and Gojo grunts.
âShiiit,â He breathes out before biting his bottom lip. Heâd started to drool without even realizing it and his cock was dripping in cum already, âLook at that pussy leak fâme-, holy fuck.â Your husband moans, âMy voice get you like this too?â
Youâve started to tease yourself with merely one finger and you canât move your eyes away from his needy cock, âM-MhmâŚâ You hum.
âAww, babyâŚâ Gojo coos. Then you were slipping two fingers into yourself and trying your best to get off along with him, âLook at your fingers tryinâ tâplease you like how I do,â He cracks a smile, âDoesnât feel the same, does it?â
Shaking your head, âN-No, âToru. I need you.â
âHahh, need you too baby,â Gojo moans, hand picking back up. The faintest plp plp plp followed his movements as bits of cum dripped from his cockhead and onto the floor, âLook at how fuckinâ hard I am cause of you.â He huffs just before glancing down to himself.
Ah, he was making a mess but he was a bit too dazed with arousal to pay any mind to it right now.
You bite your lip and hum before tipping your head back and shutting your eyes, âMmmhâŚâ
âMâgonna get home and fuck you tilâ we both pass out, I swear.â Gojo huffs. His voice is airy and his hand is getting a bit messy now.
Your lips part and you exhale heavily, âCanât wait.â
âYeah? Yâcanât wait huh?â Your husband grunts, practically fucking his cock up into his hand at this point, âMaybe Iâll get ya' pregnant so I have an excuse not tâleave you like this.â
Your legs start to close a little and you moan, âSatoru, m-mghâŚâ
âFuck, mâgonna cum,â He groans pornographically into the air, âWish I was cumminâ inside you, fuckinâ you nice ând full, watchinâ you make a mess on me-, hahh⌠aghâŚâ His lips quiver a bit as he gets close and heâs panting so hard that the camera is starting to fog up a little.
âT-Toru,â You whine for himâ missing him oh so desperately now that youâre nearing your own orgasm.
âYeah, mhm, mâhere baby,â Gojo chants, breath heavy and hand jolting up and down his cock fervently, âCâmon, cum with me. You can do it fâme pretty girl.â
Youâre nodding, heâs noddingâ both of you are getting there together and whining each otherâs names. Gojoâs veins are popping up on his hand with how tightly his gripping onto his cock and his mouth hangs open, eyelids heavy and vision blurring while he moans your name.
âMiss you so fuckinâ much,â Gojo groans finally before he glances to his phone to see you releasing all over your fingersâ the sight leads him to cum right then and there with his kegs trembling slightly.
Fuck, he needed to get home soon.
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Nanami Kento
You were surprised to walk in on your boss jerking off.
âOh fuck,â Echoed into the air, his voice thick with lust as he hadnât even noticed youâd entered his office yet.
With the way his desk was, you could see everything. His muscular thighs parted like a damn slut, cock barely tugged out of his slacks, big veiny hand working to bring himself to an orgasm.
Truth be told, itâs your fault heâs like thisâ his cute lilâ assistant, walking around in those tight ass skirts heâs asked you not to wear thousands of times over again. And yet you do it anyway. Maybe because you know where it gets you with your boss or maybe because you wanted a situation exactly like this.
Sure, heâs your boss but heâs also the same man that fucks you tilâ you canât walk straight whenever you request him to do so.
But this? Well, youâve never been so aroused by walking in on a man pleasing himself before. It had to be his deep groans of your name or even the size of his cock and how it exceeded the size of his hand, how you could picture your own hands around it and how you know your hands would be so pale in comparison.
Nanamiâs got his eyes shut and heâs huffing and puffing through his nose, chest rising and falling rapidly the more he stokes his cock. All he can think about is you and the way you bent over in front of him less than thirty minutes ago.
He had half a mind to call you into his office and tell you to bend over his desk the same wayâ thinking of fucking your tight cunt tilâ youâre making too much noise and he has to shove two thick fingers in your mouth to shut you up.
âFuuck,â Itâs rare you even hear him curse so to hear his mouth so vulgar now has you swallowing hard before you lock his office door with a slight click following.
His eyes bat open and he doesnât bother stopping because he already knew it was you whoâd walked in, youâre the only one who does so without knocking.
âSir?â You utter gently, making his face twist up in arousal.
âHere, now.â Is all he can grunt out to you.
Youâre moving toward him obediently with your panties soaking the closer you get. âMr.-â
âKento,â He utters, âPlease, fuck-, just⌠hahh, say my name, sweetheart.â
âKento,â You correct in a sultry tone, âI didnât know you were⌠occupied in here. What if someone else walked in-â
Nanami rolls his eyes at you and then lets off a scoff, âNo one but you would,â He huffs, âNow get on my desk.â
You freeze as you find yourself standing right beside his desk, âWhat?â
âDonât make me repeat myself-, justâŚâ He trails off a little once his eyes meet yours and you watch his lashes flutter while his brows pinch together, âOh fuck, I need⌠hah, fuuck.â
You chew on your bottom lip before smirking and stepping past his desk, closer to him, âNeed what, Ken? Get it outâŚâ You whisper.
âDamn vixen,â Nanami groans as he tosses his head back.
Glancing down at his cock, you watch as his tip grows a bit whiteâ cum peeping out from his fat cockhead and making you swallow thickly.
You then look back up to his face and start leaning down, placing your hands on the armrests of his chair to keep yourself up before uttering, âDo you want me to touch you?â
His response is instant, âGod, yes.â
âHow?â You murmur with a smirk, shifting your legs so that they straddle one of his, âHow do you want me to touch you?â
Nanami opens his eyes and yet again and he grunts at how ridiculously close you are to him, âAnywhere.â
You tease, âAnywhere?â
âYes, hurry up,â Nanami pleads. His voice nearly went desperate for you and you swore you heard something needy underlining in his tone.
Playing off of that, âNeedy are we?â You comment before seating yourself on his thigh.
âYes,â He gulps and begins to stammer while your arms wrap around his neck, âJ-Just-â
Oh he canât even finish his request before your lips are pressing into his neck and heâs groaning loudly. Cock aching for you whilst your lips move along his tensed skin. Each kiss from you earned groan after groan from him, the sound vibrating against his throat and his hand squeezing his cock tighter.
âFuck,â Nanami curses yet again as you kiss below his sharp jawline.
âYouâre one naughty man, yâknow. Did you want me to catch you like this?â You murmur against his warm skin, feeling the way he tenses up to your voice.
Nodding and humming a carefully little, âMhm,â In response, Nanamiâs completely at your mercy now, silently begging for you to continue down the path youâre on.
You smile and glance down to his hand still working his cock, cunt clenching around nothing the longer you stare, âKenâŚâ
âY-Yes?â He stutters a bit and mentally curses himself for itâ he knows youâll tease him more about it later.
Planting another kiss beneath his jaw, you chuckle, âYouâre drippinâ onto the floor,â You utter so seductively that he just groans and throws his head back again. âMakinâ suuch a big mess all because of⌠what? Hm?â
âYou,â He huffs, âYou and that⌠that fucking skirt,â Nanami says through gritted teeth.
âWell,â You whisper with a slight smile still on your face, âIf you have a problem with it you can always take it off of me.â
His free hand is gripping onto your waist faster than you have time to react and you let out a slight noise in surprise. Nanamiâs lifting his head and angling himself to your neck, lips latching onto you as he lets out a groan like a man starved.
âYeah?â He hushes out.
Then heâs pushing you back slightly and releasing his cock, both of you soon shoved to your feet with how quick and swift his movements are. He has you stumbling backwards until you bump into his desk and then thereâs a hand grabbing at the side of your neck, tugging you into a deep kiss.
Itâs hot and heavy, even as he pulls away from you and pants, lifting a thumb to drag your lower lip down, âLay back and spread your legs for me then,â Nanami murmurs in that deep tone of his.
You gulp, âSir, I-â
He cuts you off by slipping his thumb into your mouth, âYou said I could get that skirt off of you. Donât go back on your word and do as I said.â
Gazing at him for a singular moment longer, you lift yourself onto his desk and start parting your legs for the man. His thumb leaves your mouth and his finger is slightly wet as he places his palms to your thighs, slipping his grasp up to your hips and beneath that skirt of yours.
The fabric starts bundling up at you hips and you let out a sigh as you lean your upper half back.
Then, Nanami moves to tug at his tie and sends you a look of warning, âAnd donât be too loud like last time⌠You donât want others to hear how much of a slut you are behind closed doors, right?â
You release a scoff, âSays the man who was jerking off in his office.â
He freezes before smiling slightly, âTouchĂŠ.â
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summary: after facing embarrassment from Aegonâs intrusive visit, Sylvi helps Aemond find attraction with someone closer to his own age. [aemond x fem!reader] [wc: 5.0k]
warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, p in v, oral (m receiving), hand job, fingering, voyeurism/exhibitionism, aemondâs abuse by her is not tolerated here đââď¸, HotD themes.
quick links: masterlist | gif credit: @seaside-storm
The sounds of the Silk Streets in the early hours of morning were not for the faint of heart.
You had grown accustomed to them over the years of your residencyâthe noises, the people, the actions and wants of those who seek the services of an establishment like the one Sylvi ran.
It was not your proudest achievement; not one youâd shout from the rooftops but one that kept the food on the table.
It wasnât hard. It was sex. And you learned to enjoy it with what little freedom was left when the coins were tossed and your body was aching.
Between your fingers one of those coins twirled absentmindedly as the curtains of your bedding swished at the retreat of your latest payer. There were seldom benefits from the occupation you took up yet the pay, after years of understanding and learning, had grown exponentially.
And the coin that tossed between your fingertips was enough to put food on the table for a few days; enough to buy a dress or to get passage to another town.
It was a reward for service you did not mind.
Sylvi had taught you what you needed to know. How to move, how to pleasure. She helped you determine what felt good and what would feel unpleasant to both you and a partner.
But she had her transgressions far beyond the positive.
One of them stalked the building in a fume.
The laughter that had propagated such anger left an hour ago but the remnants of the jesters stuck heavy in the air. They opened curtains and made spectacles of the givers and the receivers; they stared too long at you in the nude to make you feel at ease.
In the distance, you heard your name called yet you continued to flip the coin.
Aegon, the King as he was now, was no friend to the servants of pleasure. You consider yourself fortunate that he never sought youâas desirable, as insatiable, as you were.
It saved you from a world of hurt from a man as fickle as he was.
Although his reputation preceded him and the ire that still held itself like a cloud over the house was from his head, his brother, Aemond, was a welcome guest.
Though he too was someone you had not laid with either.
He had never lingered far from the woman of the house.
âY/N.â
Said woman pulled back the curtain of your bed roughly. Against the pillows and covered in a robe the color of a midnight black, you lazily gazed at her.
âDid you not hear me call?â Sylvi asked impatiently. Her irritation was stinging.
âI was busy, Madame,â you responded loosely.
You arched your back and with it came cracks of relaxation. It felt good after being holed up in your bed for two hours.
âYou know how Dornish men are,â you informed her. âThat one was quite⌠spirited at this late hour.â
âWhat happy news for you,â she panned before nodding her head in the direction of her usual hideaway. âI seek a favor.â
âA favor?â You questioned with a mewl.
âIt is for the one we do not speak of.â
Sylviâs eyes gave you a warning. Aemond Targaryen⌠the one who fumed.
She had never asked for a favor regarding the Prince before and it intrigued you. It would fall a lie if you spoke of never having imagined what a man like him would be like in your bed.
He was a magnificent creature.
Tall and carved from the marble of a great sculptor, Prince Aemond was no stranger to the gazes of the pleasure folk. The way their eyes shined and pupils grew large, you were surely one of them.
It did not hurt that he was no more than the age you were now and had not yet taken a wife.
It was silly, however, to imagine a whore being the wife of a Prince. He had barely sparred you glances when he visited.
Dreams. That is all that it would remain.
âAnd you seek me?â You questioned, dropping the coin on your clothed stomach.
âI have a proposition for you,â she clarified. âOne that will pay you well for your service.â
âThe receiver is willing?â
âYes.â
Her alcove was far nicer than yours.
Lavish with silken pillows and warm candlelight, it was near romantic if you forgot the circumstances of her actions. It smelt of lavender and oils; the kind she wanted throughout the establishment but could only create the corner she wanted here.
It was the first time you had been invited into the space.
Sylvi walked around you as you stood just inside of the curtains. She held the tassel of her robe between her fingertips, swinging it gently.
âWe do not speak on what happens here, understood?â She asked you.
âI understand, Madame.â She nodded her head in approval.
âGood,â Sylvi affirmed.
On a ledge behind the bed, she grabbed a small sack of coins and tossed them to you. It landed with a jingle at the edge of the bed.
With delicate hands you grasped the strings and pulled open the bag to see coins worth the entire building. You dropped it, looking at Sylvi with wide eyes.
âT-This⌠this is far too much,â you scoffed.
âIt is what the Prince offered,â she spoke as if the currency was nothing more than what the common folk paid.
There had to have been 10 gold dragons inside of the pouch.
The total jostled you.
You had long understood that the job you took on was ill-inspired. The money you had made was reasonable and never made you feel ashamed to take it.
But this⌠the currency enough to buy twenty horses; enough to buy a home or sail to Essos with no intention of returning⌠it did bring shame.
âAnd for such a currency what does the Prince expect of me? I will not be humiliatedââ
âI have no intention of humiliating you.â
The voice cut through glass.
Behind you, with the curtains of Sylviâs bedding swaying to a gentle close the man of her proposition appeared. You turned around with your mouth agape from the inability to finish your thoughts and as many mortals had before, your mind ceased its thoughts.
He was ethereal, otherworldly.
And he was fully nude.
You stuttered stupidly to greet him.
âP-Prince Aemond,â you managed. âI apologize. I did not intend to speak out of turn.â
He hummed, observing you as you did him. You straightened your back at the sensation. His eye piercing and coldâin a room basked in warmth he was not the bringer of it. Aemond let his mind roam the faults and perfections of your body and neednât say what it was aloud.
He trusted Sylvi in a twisted way. If she said you were right for the job, surely she would not steer him wrong.
âSo,â Aemondâs eye flicked to Sylvi. You took the opportunity to observe the blue gleam of the sapphire that filled the vacancy of his other.
âThis is she?â
She introduced your name to him and his eye met yours.
âAnd the terms have been accepted?â
âThey have, My Prince,â you spoke without hesitation.
âAemond,â he clarified. âYou are to call me Aemond.â
You tried his name on your lips and it was breathless. As his eye stalked your body, he took the initiative to take the step forward. The understanding of your willingness emboldened him to bury his brotherâs words.
He was seldom humiliated but the reasons he flocked to Sylvi were different from the ones he sought from a willing companion: to release and forget.
Aemond approached you with soft steps and it was suddenly difficult to remember how to breathe. You held your breath, waiting, as his arm extended to you and his fingers brushed the fabric of your robe along your collarbones. He traced the skin with his fingers, along the edges of your robe as the delicate lacing became rough under his fingertips.
He was testing the waters.
You remained focused on his face as your heart rate began to increase. Every thump faster aligned with the draws of his fingers; long and nimble, softer than the men you were used to on days as long as these.
He was fluid and natural. There was no scared boy inside of him, but the hardened man he wanted the world to see.
Sylvi rounded her bed and you were reminded that she was still there as she looked at you.
âTouch her, Aemond. Touch her as you do in your dreams.â
At her command, his hand stilled. You half-thought her demands had sent him into a spiral of regret. Perhaps he would apologize for his lustful responses, scurrying away and back into the pit of dragonâs he came from.
Instead of listening to her in haste, he asked you a question.
âWhere are you from?â
You were taken aback but remained stoic. Your job was to put on a performance no matter how surprising his words felt. No patron had ever asked you about, well, you.
You were nothing more than an orifice for their wanton needs.
âHoneyholt,â you responded quietly.
âNot far from Oldtown,â he commented, tracing the lace but never touching your skin. His hand grazed it until he reached the knot of your robe.
You shook your head, âno.â
âDid you enjoy it there?â
âIt was far less exciting than Kingâs Landing.â
âMay I?â
You had never had a patron ask permission before either.
You felt like a girl being dotted on. It was a strange feeling, one that had turned so drastically from a mere thirty minutes beforeâbeing treated like a doll to be thrown from one to be pampered⌠it was not what you were expecting.
âYou may, Aemond.â
His finite hands worked the knot swiftly to let the robe fall open. When it did, he let it sit there for a moment as he took in the shape of your breasts underneath the fabric, he could see the mound of your pussy, and the way you stood completely still in wait.
He felt powerful when he normally felt meek.
Sylvi had been right. He did need this.
Aemond could feel the womanâs eyes behind him and whether they were on himself or you he would not know, but he felt them heavy.
He took his hands and pushed the fabric from your shoulders. It pooled around your feet in one push.
You breathed in deeply, nipples pebbling at the coolness now meeting you.
It was obvious, however, that your mere body was not enough to rouse him to hardness. If you spent anymore time watching him as he watched you, the sun would be up and his duties would call him away.
âTouch him,â Sylvi instructed you. âDo not be afraid.â
âI am not afraid,â you responded to her but did not look at her. She took a seat on her bed as you moved to stand toe to toe with Aemond.
âMay I touch you?â You asked in the same voice of permission he had given you.
âYou may,â and he said your name with a weight hearty on his tongue.
With his permission you reached for his right hand and placed it on your breast. His timidness was beginning to show through the hesitancy of his actions. The slow grip on your breast slowly became more comforting the more time he took.
âItâs alright,â you whispered as though Sylvi was not there and you were alone with the Prince. âYou can touch me.â
You felt more pressure from his palm. Drawing your own hand to his chest, you began to feel the outlines of his muscles. Aemond was lean and fit, skinny but not sickly.
Each muscle was tense under your touch. He shuttered a breath through his nose and your hand recoiled in the slightest.
âI apologize,â he spoke as lowly as you had before. âI have not been with another in a long time.â
He had not been with another other than Sylvie in a long time, he meant.
âI can be slow, My Prince.â
âAemond,â he corrected you.
âAemond,â you said sheepishly in your forgetfulness.
âI do not need you to be slow.â
You nodded in reply and placed your hand back on his chest. You followed it down until you began to broach the zone in which your talents needed to please not only him, but Sylvi also.
If you were a disappointment, there would be no clothes nor food nor horses nor castles in your future.
âThen I will not go slow, Aemond.â
He hummed, intaking a breath as your fingers gently, kindly, fluttered over his cock. You looked up at him with your eyes hooded, eyelashes batting and he thought for an instance that no woman had ever looked at him that way.
Sylvi hadnât and it awoke something with him.
You began to work him with your hand as he let his hand fall from your breast and brought it up to the back of your neck. He massaged the space briefly before holding onto you with a tighter grip.
In your hand he began to show himself to you. Growing in length, you licked your lips in anticipation and swallowed the bug that formed in your throat.
âAemond,â you questioned as you stepped closer. You parted your legs to stand between one of his and he stopped you only by moving his other hand to grip your chin.
He could feel his heart beating out of his chest.
The feel of your hand on his cock was enthralling. So smooth and soft, gripping him in hardness at the right moments but never suffocating and never hurting.
âYes?â He was near breathless.
You took his response with no words but a shifting of your hand. You left his shaft and snaked your hand to his balls, cupping them the best you could. His staggered breath brought a small, sly smile to your lips as he gripped your chin tighter and his eye narrowed.
âWouldââ in his grip, you could barely get words out. He changed his positioning to hold both sides of your neck. âWould you like to see what I can do with my mouth?â
âIt would be a waste to not,â he grunted when your hand put pressure on his balls.
He released your neck and watched as you sank to your knees obediently. In your position, he was reminded of the good and pious that prayed to the Seven. Your eyes were so innocent but your mind wicked; your hands were pleasurable and your words soothing.
It was a change and it was working for him.
You sat with your knees apart, feet against your backside and heels digging into the flesh. You ran your hands down your body as he watched you delicately before running your hands up his legs and resting on his upper thighs.
Placing a soft kiss on one of his thighs, you worked yourself toward his member as it beckoned you. You grasped the base of his cock with your hand, placing a sweet kiss on his ever-swollen head.
You let saliva gather at the front of your mouth and let it dribble out and onto his cock before taking him with your mouth.
Aemond was heavy on your tongue. His warmth was sending electricity from your mouth to your core; you felt the throb of want begin to pool at your center. He took both of his hands and placed them at the top of your head but did not push. He did not force and he allowed you to escape when you needed to breathe.
But he was in another world.
Never had he been taken in such a way but his mind liked playing tricks. It was not his first and when he thought back on the times he had been pleasured as such it was not as enjoyable.
Yet, he forgot her stares and focused on you. A woman closer to his own age and one that had a system of morality of questions and seeking answers in regards to pleasure.
You took his extended gratitude and kindness and returned it with your own.
With every pull of your mouth, you filled the space with what your mouth couldnât take with your hand. You squeezed at his base and it made him see stars. In your vision you could see him watching if you looked up.
How his blue gem gleamed at youâŚ
As you turned your head and used your salvia and some of his pre-cum that began to leak to wet his shaft, you moaned at the sensation. It sent you tingling, drawing a hand away from his thigh; you brought it between your legs and began to rub circles on your clit.
The wetness gathered quickly. You shut your eyes as the two parts of you, mouth and cunt, were being used to your own delight. As you opened them again, Sylvi caught the corner of your eye.
She rubbed herself over her clothes and you halted. Hand retreating from your body in an instant; the salvia that had gathered landed on your thigh with a splat and your hand loosened what held onto him. Aemond let one of his hands fall loosely beside him as he looked up and kept focus on the wall in front of him.
He needed to change. He had asked her for this change for his own sake and it was time for it to happen.
âSylvi,â Aemond muttered absentmindedly.
âYes?â She prompted as if he were to ask her to join the two of you. Her tone made you nervous but he never let his other hand fall from your head.
She went to remove her own robe but he stopped her with a turn of his head.
âLeave us,â he commanded.
Slyvi paused her hands against her body, dejected at Aemond while her eyes bounced between the two of you.
You, your hand still on his cock and your lips barely kissing it. Him, with his hand on your head and mind completely taken by you.
âAemââ
âDo I have to repeat myself?â He asked her calmly. His heart beat so fast at his strength. Never did he believe heâd be able to breakaway.
âNo,â she rose from the bed and made for the entrance.
Your breath was hot on his dick when she stopped again. For one moment Sylvi waited for Aemond to call her back but she was met with silence; a heavy weight of agony as she stood there and received no reply.
It was her retreating footsteps that brought relief to your bones.
Aemondâs other hand returned to your head.
âI did not wish for her to watch us,â he informed you.
You looked up at him from your spot on the floor. Along your chin were remnants of spit or spent, he wasnât certain. All the same, he took a thumb and gathered it from you. He brought the thumb to his mouth and sucked the gathering from it.
âI did not either.â
âGood,â he hummed. âNow get on the bed.â
You neednât be asked twice.
Aemond refrained from touching you as you rose from the floor and sat on the bed. Once you were seated, he leaned down to grab your ankle and pushed back on your shoulder to lay down. The message was received quickly and you laid back and brought your other leg bent beside you.
You were completely at his mercy. Your walls clenched around nothing when he ran his hands over the skin of your legs. You extended your arms above your head; feeling the soft silk pillows and coolness of the sheets below your body. The sensations were overwhelming.
âIâve never been with a woman like you before,â Aemondâs hands roamed further, pulling you down on the bed to meet his body but not entering you.
âAnd what kind of woman am I?â You sighed contently.
âA kind woman.â
âHow do you know me to be kind?â You asked him.
One of his hands feathered the skin between your leg and lips. They grazed it again and this time, running his fingers through where you wanted him most. A selfless breath left your lips.
âYour eyes are kind,â he bent down to lay a kiss on your knee. âThere are not many kind eyes here.â
He stuck one finger in, followed by another. Your hand reached for the pillows quickly, back arching at the sensation. You once thought his fingers to be long and nimble but they were much more. You felt them so clearly and cleanly.
They reached within your walls; touching the plushy skin as it grew in wetness and emitted slick sounds of pleasure.
Once he felt you were ready, he wanted to test his third finger.
âGods,â you stuttered out as his third finger slipped in and it became so quick. He was running away with himself as the sight of your pleasure overtakes him.
âF-fuck.â
The words continued to fall from your lips as he picked up his pace. His fingers moved in and out, in and out, and then a rapid succession of moving them up and down. Your body trembled at the noises. The wet, squelching sound of a mess too far gone.
He may not have been as experienced as other men, but he had ruined you for all in the future.
âThatâs it,â he whispered against your thigh again. He bent down to watch you writhe at his actions. âWhat do you need from me? Hm?â He asked.
âNothing,â you panted. âJust you Aemond.â
âJust me?â He murmured. âWhat of my cock? Do you want to feel me inside of you? Finish inside of you?â
The idea sent you spiraling. You imagined how his cock would feel longer and thicker than his fingers. How it would plead against the spot to make you come undone.
âYes,â you nodded. âI want to know what it feels like.â
He removed his fingers to grasp his length in his hands. Aemond pumped himself briefly before lining his head up with your entrance, gripping your hip as you stayed splayed before him.
And then he slid in.
Seldom could explain the moment but you had seen stars. You saw the galaxies spoken of by the Maesterâs and worlds beyond your own. There was no feeling but him filling you so fully and totally.
He shut his eye. The blue sapphire still glittering in the light; Aemond saw peace grow with a gasp. Everything in his mind went blank with white noise. All he could hear was himself as he sheathed himself inside of your warmth with a simple push. He filled you until he could no longer.
It was sinful to feel so good.
He held himself there for a minute. You wanted to sit up, hold his body close to yours and feel his muscles contract under your touch but stay as pliant as possible.
Against your convictions, Aemond leaned forward and cupped your cheek with his hands. It was entirely intimate for a man you had just met.
But his touch lingered lifetimes. It was as if you knew him forever, and this singular moment was one of plenty.
Stilled inside of you, his thumb caressed your bottom lip.
âMay I kiss you?â He asked promptly.
You moved your hips in a roll to urge him to move, wrapping your legs around his torso and arms around his shoulders. His lips brushed against yours.
He pulled his hips back and slowly slid himself back in.
You nodded your head the best you could against the sheets and he ticked at you. His nose nudged yours, your lips begging to be touched but he neglected them.
âNo,â he cooed. âI need you to say it. Say you want me to kiss you.â Again, he slid out, back in and your hips met him there.
âKiss me, Aemond. Kiss me, please.â
Pushing his cock deeper into you, your mouth fell agape and he used the opportunity to capture his lips with your own, swallowing your moan and losing himself in your intimacy.
He never thought a woman like you could make him feel so selfless.
Aemond knew nothing of you but felt everything. He neednât understand the pieces of you to feel the rewards of lust and anger spilling out of him.
His mouth is so warm and wet. Aemondâs tongue danced with yours as your whimpers became gasps with the jacking of his hips into you. Your hands are bruising on his shoulders; grip tight and breaking had you been a stronger woman.
Aemond broke his kisses and moved his hand to your neck. His thumb put pressure on the bottom of your chin, pushing your head backwards and sending your spine arching.
If he took you any further, youâd split yourself in too. You mewled in pleasure and he let out a low chuckle, eyes low and observing as he pounded his cock in your pussy faster.
âOh,â one of your arms shot up above your head and he took his other hand, the one not on your neck, and intertwined your hands together.
âDo the others fuck you like this?â He hummed.
âNo,â you called into the air. âNot everyone is as good as you, My Prince.â
As your eyes met his, you felt your heart exploding. No one would ever hold you like this again. No one would know you in the secrets you shared hereâso open and viewable yet shroud in the comfort of veils.
You like this. He knows you do. And fuck, he does too.
âYou like being held like a worthy lady,â Aemond purred. âLike youâre not a whore.â
âYou like being strong when they underestimate you.â
His hand around your throat tightened but didnât suffocate you. Aemondâs fingers that intertwined with your own stayed together as he changed his speed. Slowing down and drawing his dick out to the tip and stuffing you again, he snickered.
âYou are not weak.â
âNo,â he narrowed his eye. âIâm not.â
âIn here,â you groaned. âIn here you can be anyone, Aemond.â
He knew it to be true.
Instead of responding with a smart retort or a scathing comment that would rival one of his brothers, he nodded his head and let it fall in the crook of your neck.
Within you, his solemn romanticism built a fire. It was aching; clenching your walls around him as your breaths became more heated and laced with a finish. His skin on yours glistened with sweat the more strenuous your meetings became.
You were holding onto a thin string when he lifted his head again and planted a kiss on your lips.
So personal, so intimate from what you were used to.
âI-â you barely got a syllable out before your body shook with your orgasm hitting you like a brick through a glass window. Aemond removed his hand on your neck to grip your back as your body lifted from the sheets.
Your cunt had his cock in a vice. So tight and smooth with your wetness, he felt the stuttering sensation of his own building in a quick anticipation and as the shaking in your legs began to lessen, he pulled out of your pussy without warning and pumped himself before spilling his spent on your stomach.
Your eyes saw stars on the ceiling of the brothel. Aemond kissed between your breath as his fingers swiped through his cum. He drew a line from your stomach, between your breasts, and to your lips. You took his fingers covered in him into your mouth and licked him clean.
Once there was nothing left, his wet fingers palmed your breast with a sigh. You untangled your combined fingers and gingerly outlined the bottom of his scar.
He leaned into your touch absentmindedly before eagerly kissing you again.
Aemond would never confess why he did it.
It was an urge he had never felt; built in the emotions of his mind as he was wrapped in your kind embrace and away from the world that had created the cruelness that lived with him. You were not cruel. You were good and a sanctimonious creature at his alter of wavering faith.
You revived him.
And he barely knew you.
When he pulled away, you brushed a hand over his disheveled hair and smiled.
The feeling within him was foreign but it was hungry. He hungered for the bubbled nature of want that brewed in his bones. Aemond sought the feel of your hands on him and the way you settled in his motions without complaint or verbally assuring him what he was doing was âgood for him,â when in reality, he knew it was not.
So in turn, when you smiled, so did he.
A/N: thanks for reading! As always comments, reblog, and likes are always appreciated. I love hearing from all of you.
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one of your girls / ln4
part one
lando norris x fem!reader
reader uses she/her pronouns, no use of y/n.
part two
you are just one of his girls. a frequent regular. but something changes, and you are his favorite.
a/n ⯠how do i explain myself...? guess i can't! this will be divided into two parts for the sake of dramatics, and truthfully i can't contain my excitement to share this with you all. reader's dresses are left to be ambiguous for your imagination, only the cut of the dress is described (perhaps a color, once, but i forget); as usual, it is always up to YOU what you are wearing;) i will be focusing on requests before the next part comes out!
inspiration ⯠VIDEO
warnings ⯠SMUT / 18++ minors DNI!!! language, drunk hookup, choking (slight), oral(m!receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap before you tap!), fingering!(f)receiving, overstimulation, feral lando. sickeningly in love lando, but not here; non monogamous (yet), insecure reader.
wc âŻ11.3k (unedited.)
your phone rang in from your bag, the vibration shocking you from your conference room in new york. you had been visiting there for your job, meeting with clients, and overall needing to schmooze the entire fucking office. you were sick of it at this point.Â
and it was sunday, too. who works on a fucking sunday? you. because whatâs life without the overtime pay?Â
until you saw landoâs contact card lighting up your screen. you blushed, instantly, thinking of just how a week ago he had you laid out on his monaco penthouse, screaming and weeping his name while he fucked you rabidly.Â
you answered, clearing your throat.Â
âhello?âÂ
âi won! i won!â he shouted, the background noise of crowds drowning out the baritone of his voice. you raised a brow, but were quick to connect the dots. youâd been so busy with work that youâd forgotten that the race mustâve been over, you were only able to watch the beginning before you were swooped up into a meeting.Â
your hand flew to cover your mouth as you stepped into your office, shutting the door. you couldnât be loud, and tears began to welt in your eyes. âdid you really?âÂ
âyes, yes! god, iâve wanted this so badâŚâ he was absolutely full of rile and cheer. you could hear that from his voice clear as day. you were so happy for him. you wiped a stray tear that fell down your face and rolled to your chin.Â
âiâm so happy for you, lan.â you breathed, laughing when your voice hitched with emotion. you knew that he caught it, letting out his own gasp at your retention.Â
âyou cryinâ for me?â he said your name, know damn well he had a cheeky smirk on his face. you scoffed, rolling your eyes and even he could hear the action.Â
âshut up. let me be happy for you.â he laughed again, deep and rich, but relieved that you picked up the phone. it was hard for him to get your attention, though you felt vice versa.Â
âlet me be happy, then,â your brows raised at what he meant. âcome to miami. tonight.â
you froze, your fingers fiddling with the hem of your work shirt. âlandoâŚâ you sighed. âyou know i canâtâŚâ
âpleaseâŚ!â he whined into the phone.Â
your resilience to him was not good. clearly.
âcall my boss.â you heard him yip and pop his lips. he was giddy and thrilled that you accepted his advances. it never did take much, though, did it?Â
you hung up the phone before you could say anything else and settled back into your temporary station before you were back in monaco full time. the office here was more than sufficient and, you couldnât help but thank god that you were here when lando called. the flight to miami wouldnât be more than three hours.Â
your boss knocked on the door a few minutes later with her brows raised.Â
she spoke her name and you perked up. âyou didnât tell me you had family in miami,â she said, crossing her arms. but she wasnât angry.Â
âi do.â the lie was swift. but it wasn't really a lie, was itâŚ?
âyour cousin called me, said that you need to use pto hours for a weddingâŚâ she looked at her apple watch. âwhich is in a few hours?âÂ
you gulped. âwhat can i say,â you shrugged, âiâm a workaholic.â
your boss shrugged, turning to leave. âtake the week off, you deserve it.â
so this is what working so hard got you? damn. you practically leapt off your seat, packing away your laptop and other essentials you had brought to the office. when you were skipping down the steps of the building to the parking garage, you got a text.Â
flight leaves 6
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it was lando. you opened the text as you were unlocking your door, realizing he sent you a boarding pass. he already filled out all your information. he wanted you there that bad, didnât he? you wouldnât even consider the two of you close friends rather than buddies who fuck.Â
you hearted the message and raced home to pack.Â
when you touched down in miami, there was a car waiting for you outside the airport. you were shocked with such lively treatment, but werenât one to start complaining. the ride to landoâs hotel wasnât very long, either, but it was beautiful.Â
when you stepped out you were greeted by the miami breeze, refreshing from the stagnant air in your humid new york building.Â
âthought you were gonna chicken out,â his voice was light and airy. you were so dazed by the grandeur of the building that you didnât see lando standing there at the entrance. you immediately gaped at him, embarrassed that you were caught off guard.Â
âon what, this? luxury? be for real!â you stifled a laugh. he held out his hand for your bag, and you gave it to him. but it was really meant for your hand.Â
his other hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you close. he peppered light kisses to your neck, but not your mouth. your relationship wasnât intimate like that, it never was. kissing was the next step to love, you told him, and you never reached for his lips with the amount of times youâve fucked.Â
but he did.Â
there was always something about your aura that allured him. it drew him in like a moth to flame, and he would happily burn if it meant being in your presence. but he wasnât ready for a relationship, so he told himself, and neither were youâŚso you told yourself.Â
yet youâve explored each otherâs bodies like vestigios conquerors. you knew what made him tick, he knew what made you squirm. it was a fair trade, you thought, and you had no intention of staying exclusive to him.Â
but youâd make it known to him that when you were both together, there were no other girls around. no boys. it would be just the two of you in your own world, but it was on a time limit.Â
your hand found the back of his neck, leaning into his lips, but you pulled back when you heard some whisperingâ paparazzi.Â
you said nothing as you shifted past him, ripping his head from your neck. he looked confused before he glanced towards the growing crowd around the hotel entrance, some phones being whipped out to record. but he honestly didnât give a fuck.Â
but you did. the last thing you wanted was to be plastered as a whore all over your feed. you still needed your fucking job.Â
âwhat,â he said, coming closer to you. you took a distancing step back. he came closer. you didnât move this time. âyou didnât miss me?â
him and his fucking ego.Â
but you did.Â
âwant me to show you?â you spun around, full of sass. he let out a light laugh, pressing his shoulders back and straightening his posture. little to your knowledge, he was rendered speechless and his dick tightened in his pants. blood flooded to his abdomen, which had him shifting on his feet. this fucking girl.Â
âcome on,â you cooed, nudging his arm. âi came here to celebrate, no? and you havenât even bought me a drink yet!â you got him there. he nodded, quickling showing you up to his hotel room in miami. it was a beautiful room with a living room and a single bedroom with a king bed.Â
when you were up there you got a good look, running your hands over the fabric of the couch and the untouched champagne sitting on the coffee table. âthis doesnât count,â you picked up the bottle, turning to face lando from where he stood, placing your luggage on an armchair.Â
âwhat? not expensive enough for you?â you rolled your eyes at him, placing the bottle back down on the platter with the glasses. you made haste opening your suitcase, rummaging through the outfits you brought for the duration of your stay, and in particular, your dress.Â
you pulled out the carefully folded fabric. you held it out in front of you, impressed by the lack of wrinkles, and turned to lando.Â
his jaw fell agape, staring at the magnificent piece. it was a longer dress that went to your mid calf, and sparkled in the dim lights of the room. he moved closer to you, running his fingers over the fabric. you gulped in his presence.Â
âshit,â he sighed out, followed by a laugh. âbetter put it on now.â you raised a brow at him, confused. âelse we wonât make it out that fuckinâ door.âÂ
you stifled a giggle and ran towards the bathroom, changing quickly.Â
there was a knock at the front door when you were just finishing up your look. lando answered when you peeked your head out of the archway to the bathroom. it was carlos.Â
âready yet, mate?âÂ
lando shrugged, moving out the way so carlos could make eye contact with you. he said your name with a cheer, brushing past lando to wrap his arms around you. he kissed both your cheeks in greeting, you returned it. lando hummed to himself, wondering what that kind of affection was like from you. guess heâd never know, huh? too intimate, the words rang in his head.Â
fuck off.Â
âyou flew today?â carlos asked you. you nodded.Â
âhad to celebrate, didnât i?â you let out a giggle, covering your stained lips when you glanced at lando who was focused elsewhere, his jaw clenching. it had your joy dying in your throat, suddenly feeling like there wasnât any reason to smile at all.Â
âof course!â carlos cheered, slapping lando on the back which had him falling back to earth. âcanât believe he finally did it.â landoâs first ever formula one win was an astronomical achievement. you wish you couldâve been there in person.Â
âneither can iâŚâ your voice trailed when you were focused on his freckled face. a constellation, you called it, and could lose yourself in counting them. and lando was looking at you and your beautiful face. he was addicted to you, he learned, and no girl could fuck him like you could.Â
carlos glanced between the two of you and raised his brows. âright, then.â he cleared his throat. âletâs get going then, yeah? got the whole grid celebrating you, lando!â
you were quick to put on your heels and grab your clutch. lando waited by the door for you, holding the door open.Â
when you brushed by him, he grabbed your arm and twisted you around. he pushed his head close to your chest, which had you flushing.Â
âlando!â you scolded beneath your breath.Â
âyou smell like me,â he raised a brow.Â
shit. you thought he wouldnât notice. âgrabbed your cologne on accident. was rushingâŚreplaced it with mine, see?â you raised your wrist for him to smell and he did, nose brushing against your sensitive skin. your veins pumped just beneath a thin layer. you felt him inhale and you had shivers running up your spine. he glanced at you again, dropping your hand.Â
âthink mineâs better.â
he meant it. you smelling just like him had him on fucking edge. he didnât understand why it mattered to him to such a high degree. the primal inclination soaring right over his head, but he knew you were his for the night. longer he would wish, but he would take anything he could get from you.Â
you only rolled your eyes at him, proceeding to walk down the hall. he caught up with you, hand coming to your lower back to guide you. when you made it to the elevator, he stuck his head into your neck again, breath hot as it fanned against your skin. you leaned into him, but stomped your heeled foot.Â
âlandoâŚâÂ
he grumbled something inaudible.Â
âspeak, wonât you?â you gripped his chin, pulling him upward.Â
âdriving me fuckinâ crazy.â
your breath caught in your throat. he was always touchy, but it was never this intense. the way he grumbled against the skin of your throat, the needy vibrations which plucked deeply at the strings of your heart. but there shouldnât be any of your heart involved.
âyouâre just a madman, then.âÂ
he chuckled. âgonna lock me up?âÂ
if only, you wanted to say, but held your tongue.Â
âpapaya does look good on you.â you giggled, hand roaming his chest. but you were right about his madness. he was sickeningly crazy. he should be institutionalized, even, in the comfort of your home. what a hell that would be, wouldnât it?
the drive to the club was short. it wasnât very far from the hotel. the inside of his expensive mclaren had you dazzled, though it wasnât really his, just a rental whilst he was in miami. still, your fingers found the pleasure of finding the leather that boarded the doors, wondering just how much leather you could adorn as decoration.Â
lando, on the other hand, was white knuckling the steering wheel the entire time, debating whether or not his hand would find a good home on the skin of your thigh. your dress had been too long for that, though, and he didnâtâŚfuck, he didnât even know. he was anxious to be with you this weekend, not hesitating to call you to be the first one to come down to congratulate him.
he had so many other girls. why did he choose you? he didnât know it himself, wasnât sure if he was ready to face such intense truths, but his heart led him astray dialing your phone number. he didnât even hesitate nor want to connect with another girl, just you.Â
fucking hell, and you looked heavenly in that dress. he would spend the entire fucking night shifting his pants to hide his stark boner from your eyes.Â
rolling up to the club, he gave his keys to the valet and you stepped out, fixing the fabric of your scrunched dress. you made your way over to him, elegant as ever, when the cameras began to flash. the amount of attention frightened you, and your phone fell to the ground. it clattered against the pavement.Â
lando reached down smoothly to pick it up for you, his movements lingering for a moment. when he rose, his hand grazed the back of your exposed calf, trailing up your body to rest on the fabric of your lower back, the top of your ass. you wanted to swat his hand away teasingly, but for the nightâŚyouâd allow it. the cameras flashed more and more. lando only separated from you to take a few selfies with fans, but that had been it.Â
his hand found your back once more, pulling the fabric down that was scrunched at the back. he also did it as an excuse to rest his hand on your ass. guilty!
and you let him. more cameras flashed. he was yours for the evening. so youâd relish in the momentary fame, but would surely be horrified by the comments the next morning. but fuck it, you looked hot in this dress and wouldnât let these heels go to waste. let them envy you, for you were surely going to envy the next girl on his arm. what? no you werenât. that thought was fleeting. you were shocked that you imagined of such a scenario.Â
inside the club was an ambiance of celebratory cadence. it was lively. the bright lights, cheering on goers. everyone seemed to swarm lando, congratulating him and patting him on the back. he was so happy here.Â
you attempted to shimmy out of the limelight to give him the attention he deserved, but he tightened his hold on you, digging his fingertips into your waist. you were surprised, looking at him with confusion, but he didnât even take his eyes off of one of the mclaren engineers who attended the festivities.Â
playing arm candy wasnât your specialty, but you had the basics down. smile and laugh. straight posture. being fucking perfect. easy stuff, you know? surely sitting in an office chair for your day to day would enthuse a straight spine. surely listening to your old, ratty coworkers jokes would have you rolling with laughter and smiles. surely it was the easiest thing in the world to be perfect for lando norrisâ
your name was called by a girl at your side. it was alexandra!
you gasped, swinging out of landoâs arms and throwing yourself into her. she caught you, looking absolutely elegant while doing it, and smiled into your hair.Â
âthank god youâre here!â you cheered, your hands landing on her shoulders to steady yourself. she looked stunning this evening. but she always did. you envied her for that much.Â
âof course!â her french accent was sweet and endearing. her voice was even softer. ânone of us would miss it. iâm glad youâre here!âÂ
alexandra and you had grown a relationship over the past few years youâve been acquainted with lando. she seemed to always be where you were, and by coincidence, the two of you followed each other on tiktok and realized you had, if not, the same humor. you began messaging each other back and forth, and there you had itâ a beautiful friendship between the two of you. being long distance best friends was hard, but it was times like these that you were grateful to see her.Â
lando had froze when he felt you slip from his grasp, a horrible feeling of incomprehensible dread washing over him that he couldnât pinpoint why. he interrupted the conversation he was having to see you with your arms wrapped around alexandra, kissing both of her cheeks. his face flushed, hand tightening on the drink he was given by his mates.Â
why not him?Â
lando excused himself and clung to your side. you jumped at the feeling of his hand around your waist, eyes snapping up to meet his⌠irritated ones? you were at a loss as to what could warrant such a look, but you didnât let it linger when you shifted closer to him, your hips against his thighs. he seemed to relax both his body and face, giving alexandra a smile.
she was amidst congratulating him when charles and carlos approached. rebecca at carlosâ side.Â
âis this a party orâŚ?â charles remarked, luring you all to the center of the room to dance. lando glanced at you. you could feel his eyes, but you didnât meet them. not yet. you thought that if you had, you wouldnât be able to stop tonight. not with how good he looked, not with how he smelled.Â
on the dance floor was no better. his hands were all over you. it was a bittersweet homecoming to feel so close to you, so flustered. but you loved the way he made you feel. pure adrenaline. alive. your hips swayed and grinded into his own, him matching your pace with a drink in his hand. there had been one in yours too, but you downed it already.Â
at one point when the beat dropped, they all began to shout his name. you included. his cheeky little smile had him muster the courage to down his drink, emptying the large glass. whoops and hollers filled the club, and there were no more words to describe how magical this night was for him. he would remember it forever, and you couldnât blame him.Â
he was magnificent in the spotlight. with a charming tongue, funny jokes, and charisma that had him swooping up any girl he could want. there were a pack of women surrounding him before he pulled you by the arm, interrupting your conversation with alexandra, twirling you to be plastered against his side. the womenâs attention didnât last long after that.Â
âcheeky, arenât you?â you raised your lips to his ears, daring to lay one against the top of his throat. you felt him swallow, his adams apple thick and bobbing.Â
âdonât like to be a cornered animal.â you knew it was meant to be a joke, but there was a layer of truth to it that you couldnât ignore. lando didnât do well in crowds without flustering with anxiety. to that truth about him, you could toast to.Â
you were back on the floor with him in a matter of minutes, engaging in conversation with alexandra and charles. lando was talking to others as well, but he was firm against your back, hand on your stomach. the action had you blushing, unable to forget any time that heâd lay his hands there, asking if you could feel him. and you could. now, you could feel the imprint of his cock behind you. you didnât know how he could last this long without asking you to fuck him in the bathroom, but you werenât complaining.Â
yet!
steadily as the night progressed, he would be laced with sweat and the smell of him. a mix of body odor, sure, it smelt like lando. your lando for the night. he flashed you a smile as he leaned over your body from behind, both hands gripping your hips against him.Â
you returned the gesture, but were much more bashful than he anticipated. you were giving him that look. a look that he had become trained to respond to. his dick instantly hardened. pavlov was onto something, wasnât he?Â
you both had been there for hours. you could only handle so many more amped up bass drops. and you were both plastered enough. it was around four in the morning when you were tumbling out, giggling and laughing at who knows what.Â
one of the valet club drivers even drove the both of you back to the hotel. neither of you are in the state to drive.Â
in the car, one of your legs was atop his, slotted between his thighs. you could feel his pulsing cock and your mouth watered at the sensation. he was staring at you through dangerously dark eyes, reflecting back your own stare of desire. it was like looking in a mirror for the both of you. ravaging and desperate to have one anotherâs hands on each otherâs bodies.Â
lando took liberty and lowered his head to your exposed shoulder, pulling down a thin strap of your dress to your bicep. he kissed the skin tenderly, an action too intimate for your own good, but you were too fucking drunk to deny it.Â
âfucking beautiful,â he muttered into your skin, quiet for only your ears to touch. you let your fingers trace up the side of his face lazily, feeling your gaze spinning beneath his tender words.Â
âiâm proud of you,â you whispered, brushing a stray curl from his sticky forehead up into the rest of his hairs. âyou know that, donât you?âÂ
your voice had been tender. delicious to his drunken ears. though he knew heâd remember this soberâ he had a feeling. how could he forget that tone of voice, your gentle touch, clearly breaking the bounds of what was too intimate.
he gulped, eyes flaring wide at your declaration. his hand found your thighs then, gripping the soft flesh with depth.Â
your fingers traced down to his bottom lip, puckering the flesh, but dropped to the car seat with a laugh. you brushed off his shocked expression, leaning back into the cool leather. but his grip didnât relent. he kept his eyes on you, too, unable to find something else to fixate on. you were the object of all of his desires. he confirmed it then when he was desperate to hear more of your unsolicited praises from your lips.Â
he craved your lips.Â
landoâs head dropped to your waist, his face nuzzling into your soft flesh. he kissed through the fabric of your dress, desperate to feel you beneath such a guarding sheath from your skin. you turned your head to look at him from where your gaze latched to the window, your hand rolling down the curve of his neck.Â
you kept your hand there for the remainder of the drive, but didnât look down at him. you knew youâd be face with those desperate, glistening green eyes of his. youâd fall weak beneath the light of his love, and youâd find yourself disappointed when he didnât want what you did. a relationship, dare you think it just for one second.Â
the valet driver dropped the two of you off and was able to manage a cab on his own back to the club. lando tipped him a hundred euros for his time, beginning to sober himself enough to walk in a straight line and speak without slurring his speech.Â
you were the same. stretching your legs from the car, hands above your head in a dramatic feline stretch. lando���s eyes were on you the entire time, gaping at your figure. your ass. his lip caught between his teeth, and you caught him ogling.Â
your hips began to sway beneath the music of his eyes. youâre unable to resist his humorous allure, crumbling the second the second the corner of his eyes uplifted. a smile followed, his gapped, perfect, teeth shimmering the reflections of the pale moonlight.Â
he stretched out his arm for you to join him at his side. you sashayed there, twirling in your heels that ached your feet. but you did it for him. youâd do it all, though the alcohol was driving your thoughts.Â
lando swooped you into his grasp, wrapping his arms around your waist and digging his fingertips into your hips. you laughed amicably, his presence both a comfort and a feat of pride.Â
you mustered the strength to break his hold, trotting up the steps of the hotel. your heels were loud in the quiet, tender moments of the rising miami sun, and your giggles even more so. lando wasnât far behind, skipping the steps to catch up with you.Â
youâd never seen him hit an elevator button harder. you resisted the urge to laugh, knowing it was an impossible situation to be so loud at dawn. so you bit your fist in your mouth, choking down a sound that lando yearned to hear.Â
when the elevator arrived he jumped right in, dragging you alongâ though itâs not like you hesitatedâ by your elbow.Â
he immediately began trailing kisses down your throat, the column of your neck, your collarbones, shoulders. he left no place untouched by his devout, worshipping lips. heâd often say in the heat of the moment that you were the best thing heâs ever tastedâ a man feral for your sweet nectarâ but you just thought it to be the post-euphoria sex high.Â
the british driver muttered something into your neck which had your eyes flaring wide, uncertain if you heard him correctly.Â
you pushed his head back, gripping at the curls near the base of his neck. âwhat did you say?â
he looked flushed. embarrassed. he choked on his words, shaking his head. he was clearly brushing it off.Â
ânothinâ.â
he resumed devouring your neck, saliva dripping onto your dress, but his words bubbled.Â
the ding of the elevator alerted both of you. he was the one to lead the way to his hotel room, swiftly opening the door with skilled ease, and had you against the wall in minutes. he gripped at the fabric of your dress, tempting to rip it. you hissed with contempt. âdonât,â he looked up at you with heavy eyes and a half toothed smirk, challenging you. âtoo expensive.âÂ
you felt him scoff against the skin of your chest. ââtoo expensive.ââ he mocked.Â
but he heeded your words, gentle with how he lowered the straps to your forearms. your head lolled against the wall, eyes glistening with liquidated pleasure. there was nothing better in the world that could feel better than lando norrisâ lips against your skin. each press was a blessing, a kiss of life, hungry for the divination you relented this evening.Â
âso fucking beautiful,â he breathed when he shimmied you out of the dress, neatly undoing the zipper. you wore nothing under the dress besides panties, which had his eyes gawking at your taut, perked nipples. you shifted forward, desperate for his touch on your suddenly cold body.Â
lando didnât wait. his cock was already painfully hard in his pants, punishing the fabric for being so restrictive. he pulsated, precum already ruining the pair.Â
his lips found your nipple, other palm fisting the firm flesh. you let out a sweet moan that was delicious to his starving ears, your hips bucking into his for a relenting yearn for release. he let out the deepest chuckle from his throat, finding such impending amusement for your desire.Â
when he was contempt with the titillation of your nipples, he moved to the skin of your belly, biting softly at the skin. enough to leave bruises for his own eyes when heâd see you next. next. there was always a next with you.Â
but you had other plans.Â
your hands reached for his face, pulling him to meet your eyes. his own blew wide, flickering to your lips, to your eyes.Â
âlet me,â you whimpered, reaching for the buckle of his pants. heâd stop you, usually intending on getting you off with his lips or tongue before he could even cum. but tonight, he couldnât resist your lips. you looked up at him with pure heaven written in your irisâ.Â
he swallowed before nodding his head rapidly, his forehead leaning into yours. âyeah, yeah, please.âÂ
lando norris wasnât a man to beg. he didnât have to do any of that shit for his other girlsâ they were always eager to please him, fuck him, suck him offâ but for youâŚ
your lips found his neck, feeling the thick muscles with your tongue. it was arousing how muscular each part of his body was, thundering with endurance.Â
there was a soft mewl in his throat when you slid your hand down the front of his pants, beneath his briefs, over the length of his cock. the sound excited you tenfoldâ wishing that you could hear it a hundred times over again. it was addicting how he wanted you.Â
when your finger grazed his tip, his hips bucked instinctively into you, just how yours had. he cursed under his breath, letting his head fall limp into the crevice of your neck.Â
you laughed into his skin, finally falling to your knees to drop his pants and briefs. his cock sprung free, red and vibrating for your touch. your touch. you often wondered how his other girls treated him. if you were better, if you were the worst. obviously not the worst if he was the one to call you after his first win, right?
one hand stroked his length, traveling to his balls, simultaneously glancing up at him. he was staring down at you, riddled with urgency, a pleading look reflecting in your eyes. his bottom lip caught between his teeth when his hand found the back of your head, stroking the sides of your face.Â
his thumb caressed your bottom lip. it caused your lips to open for him, and his thumb found your tongue. you swirled it around the pad of his finger, never breaking the shared look between you two. you let him go with a pop, and he found his hand at the base of your neck again, hand wrapping a makeshift ponytail with his hand.Â
your lips swirled around the head of his cock, swallowing the precum that dampened his briefs. he held back a rumble in his throat which annoyed you, so you took him wide in your mouth, bottoming him out in the back of your throat.Â
your cunt clenched around nothing when his whole body sang in praise of your lips. he faltered when you began a steady pace of back and forth, stimulating his balls with your other hand. curses fell from his lips, sinful words, and he gripped your hair tightly. with his other one, he fell forward against the wall, bracing for dear life.
but you didnât relent. faster and faster you went, and you were awarded by his hips snapping into you, cock gagging your windpipe. you choked, tears forming in your eyes, but it was divine how satisfying it was. to see his eyes rolling back into his head, hands shaking, desperate to feel you up. from this position, below him, you could see the entire world. you had it all on the tip of your tongue.Â
âfuck, babyâŚâ he groaned. you felt so good around him. warm and tight. it felt like fucking home for him. somewhere heâd always come back to. and he would. no other girl could make him feel this way, had him about to cum in a matter of three minutes. your lips were made to take his cock, and he would yell that to hell and back for the entire world to know.Â
he felt you moan against his cock, the sound echoing in your throat. he swallowed harshly, drool dripping down the side of his chin at the sight of you alone. you were perfect.Â
and when your hand came to run over your nipples, kneading at the skin of your breasts, he felt his abdomen tighten. you found so much pleasure in sucking him off that you felt the need to touch yourself. fuck, he never thought heâd see something so hot in his entire life.Â
he knew heâd been done for in a matter of seconds. with a firm grip of your hair, he pulled you back from his cock. you looked offended, disappointed when the drool from your lips trailed down your chin.Â
ânot yet,â he uttered, gripping the side of your face with his other hand. his cock was angry, furious at the lack of attention. he was practically fucking edging himself. âwanna cum inside you.âÂ
say less, you wished to say, but all that came out from your lips was a whine.Â
and then you were laid out on your back on his bed. the white sheets were clean and made, cold beneath your scorching skin.Â
lando traced two fingers up your thigh, the junction of your hips, your waist. you shivered, toes clenching at the sensation. then to your naval, your pussy, your dampened underwear. a ruined pair, no doubt. he smirked, lip curling.Â
âall for me, huh?âÂ
you nodded instantly.Â
his hand slapped against your flushed pussy. you whimpered, grasping at the sheets.Â
âwords, pretty girl.â
âyes!â you gasped when you felt him tug the underwear down your legs. âyou, you, you, lando. all you.â
he practically purred. your folds were swollen and glistening, drenched from how his cock pounded into your mouth. âso wet,â he observed, twisting his fingers to trail up your slit, gathering the slick between his fingers. he raised the pair to his mouth, tasting your sweet juice on his tongue. your legs pulsed together, eager for friction, a quiet mewl leaving your throat at the sight. âtastes like heaven.â
âlandoâŚâ you were getting impatient now. rightfully so. he stood there with his hardened cock, teasing you with his firm fingers.Â
âwhatâdya want, baby? hm?â he asked, knowing damn well what the answer would be. yet heâd trace his hands gently up the sides of your body, fingers dancing over your nipples. you writhed.Â
âyou.â you said endearingly. âfuck me, lan, please.âÂ
he was so impressed with your manners that he couldnât resist slipping his cock inside of you. atop of you he caged you in, a blessed enclosure, lips pressing to your exposed chest. you whined at the initial stretch, always finding yourself so tight around his thick cock.Â
âfuck, lando.â you hissed, teeth clenching at his immaculate girth. it was a pleasurable burn, and your arousal only had you clenching around him. he huffed through his nose, hot hair breathing over your skin.Â
âi know, baby,â he reassured you with his bittersweet voice. âyâcan take me, canât you? always such a good girl for me.âÂ
you whined at his words, low moan bellowing in your throat. you squelched with your slick and he could feel it. he smirked, having the gall to chuckle, even. but you didnât punish him for it, especially not when he began to move his hips back and forth, a pair of fingers coming to rub against the bundle of nerves placatated at your clit.Â
the sensation of feeling him slip in and out of you was impeccable. you could find no other pleasure than his cock nestled inside of you, filling you to the absolute hilt of your dreams. the imprint of his dick had him riled with lust when it ran over your lower belly.Â
âfeel me here,â his hand came to grab yours, bringing it to the imprint of his cock inside of you. âdonât you?âÂ
you nodded, lip catching between your teeth and opposite hand threading through his curls as if you were a needle and thread. âso good, lando, please. keep going.âÂ
and he did. if you asked him to do anything right now, he wouldâve. the slapping of skin echoed in the hotel room, filling silence with vulgar sounds from both of your lips. lando was a moaning mess at the pulses of your cunt, intent on sucking him dry from his cum. and he was an expert at navigating your clit, pinching and swirling the rough pads of his fingers.Â
your eyes rolled in the back of his head when you bucked your hips for a better angle. âdeeper,â you said, finding a grim satisfaction at the thought of him splitting you open.Â
his eyes flashed to yours, bloodshot and red with lust, and shifted so your thighs were over his shoulders. your back arched for him and he was pleased to see your receptiveness. his hips didnât falter, and neither did his hands.Â
this angle had been more than what any gospel could provide. more than any destiny written out for you. fucking him was written in the stars, you knew it for certain, and you blossomed into a glistening constellation before him. for he was the entire universe for you, and you just a mere fractal in the midst of it all.Â
but oh, how that wasnât true. how you were the sun in which he orbited, woke up and thought of. you were the first person that he called after his father, needing your presence with him in miami. he needed this. your cunt. your pleasures, your moans. you, it was on the tip of his tongue, edging its way forward through the kisses he laid upon your neck.Â
you were drenched in his saliva, coated in the thick musk of lando norris. he would never say it aloud but he dreamed of the day to see his cum dripping down your thighs, full of him, the remnants of your love affair sticky and haughty with each step that youâd take.Â
it was a primal instinct that became so vicious. it overtook him, thwarting him into a dick-measuring contest whenever you went out with him. heâd keep you close. his, the message would be clear. no man would approach you when he had his hand on your lower back, your hips in his hands, your pelvis grinding against his own. you were his own keepsake. the light at the end of the tunnel. a brazen warrior that heâd follow into any battle.Â
the only battle he was intending on winning was the war of your heart, blessed be his troops.Â
it only took a few more harsh thrusts of his cock and twiddling of his fingers before you were painfully close to a release. he could feel it. he knew it like the back of his hand. your trembling legs, intense writhing against his hold, your breathy moans. he wished he could take a picture of you, flushed and desperate, and keep it in his wallet.Â
âcome on, baby.â he urged, feeling the own heat of his orgasm rising in his lower stomach. he had been resisting the urge to cum for your sake, always finding a deeper satisfaction in seeing your overstimulated face after the fact.Â
âcome for me, wonât you? pretty thing. iâve got you,â the words of praise that were only meant for you. he didnât call any of his other girls âbabyâ, but you wouldnât know that. you couldnât know. it would ruin all of this, wouldnât it? wouldnât it?Â
iâve got you, he said tenderly. itâs what had you compulsing, drenching his cock in your slick. your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave, drowning you in the euphoria of what was lando norrisâ pleasure.Â
he was staring at your worn out face, his own tongue coming to swipe at his bottom lip. he was ready to feast on you.Â
landoâs own orgasm was swift to follow. the rhythm of his hips faltered, sloppily, aggressively. the overstimulation against the walls of your cunt was delectable.Â
âcome for me,â you begged him. it had his eyes flaring once more, shocked to hear such a request from your pretty lips. âinside me, lan, need itâŚâÂ
âfuckâŚâ he groaned, and with one last snap of his hips he was spilling out inside of you. his forehead fell into the crook of your neck, breathing heavily. your chests moved in unison, catching your breaths after such an intense fuck.Â
you were sticky against him. his body fell atop of yours, and your hands wrapped around his back. one hand came to run up and down his neck again, which had his eyes fluttering with sleep. but he didnât let himself, and instead moved to get a towel for you both.
he slipped outside of you, the warmth of your cunt had his expression falling. he saw your face, too, empty once he made his way to the on suite. he grabbed a handheld towel and ran it under the warm water, and crossed the space between the bathroom and the bed.Â
lando let it run up your thighs, between your legs. your cunt was swollen still, his cum thick and dripping from your slit. he smirked to himself, cleaning the remnants of himself from the immediate vicinity, but wouldnât go further.Â
you were aware. entirely too aware of how warm you felt. how filled you were. it was filthy how good sex with him was. you could never orgasm with any man but him.Â
lando fell to the bed beside you, opening the sheet for you to slip in beside him. you hesitated, never having spent an entire night with him, except for a few drunk evenings. did this count? you werenât sure. youâd certainly remember that mind blowing orgasm.Â
but his eyes were drooping with sleep, weary when you hesitated. you couldnât resist, and slid in beside him, comforted by the furnace of his body.Â
landoâs head found home, once more, in the side of your neck. you brushed the hairs from his sweating forehead, roamed through his scalp. you ran circles through his hair until you heard the soft snores coming from him. it only took a few seconds for him to fall asleep in your arms and for once, you were perfectly content with that. if this was what your life would be, then so be it.Â
the british driver woke approximately twenty four hours later.Â
when he woke, you were not there.Â
he was startled as he searched for you, but there was no sign of you. he sat up in his bed, sun peeking in through the curtains. he rubbed his eyes, hand resting on the spot that you had laid in. there was an imprint from your body.Â
when he checked his phone, he knew he was in deep shit.Â
âfuck.â it really had been a full day that he slept through.
but there were no texts from you.Â
his gut tightened, heart beating loudly in his throat. why are there no texts from you?Â
he scanned the room to find a glass of water on the nightstand, previously iced from the ring of water around the side of it. and there was a note, too, with some ibuprofen. he picked it up.Â
had a good night
proud of you always
text me when youâre up x
and it was signed by you.Â
he folded the piece of paper.
he supposed it was a good night. the best sex heâs ever had, in fact, and wouldnât forget his own confession in the elevator. he wasnât sure if you heard it or not, but there was a part of him that wanted you to.Â
âyou were always my favorite,â he spoke into the column of your neck.Â
the next time you saw lando was in monaco.Â
you were back home and invited by alexandra to the paddocks for the home race of charles. you accepted, of course, hoping to catch a glimpse of lando.Â
you hadnât texted him much, but neither had he. you heard first from him on that tuesday morning and it had you smiling at the airport, bags in hand. you texted back, and it was sporadic from there on out. itâs been a few days since either of youâve said a word, and it was beginning to wane on you.Â
alexandra repeated your name.Â
âyeah?â you responded, head snapping towards her direction.Â
âi asked if you were feeling alright.âÂ
âoh.â you breathed, laughing it off. âof course, do i not seem okay?â alexandra shook her head, petting leoâs little head in her hands.Â
âyouâve been quiet, thatâs all.âÂ
and you had been. but since she noticed, you were determined to make her forget about it.Â
ânervous for charles,â you lied. but alexandra bought it and agreed with you, shedding her anxieties for her boyfriendâs home race.Â
you were standing on the balcony with her in ferrariâs hospitality. you looked elegant today, matching alexandraâs own vibe. your hands were clasped together as you were leaning down, watching the drivers go in and out for their free practice.Â
alexandra was still ranting about how nervous she was for charles when you saw him.
the papaya was noticeable from anywhere.Â
lando
lando and company.Â
a girl trailing behind him. her hair was done neatly, blonde, painfully thin. you grimaced against your will, face scrunching with a bitterness you had never felt before.Â
alexandra tapped your elbow before she looked down at what you were staring at.Â
âasshole.â she remarked, scoffing.Â
you raised a brow. âyou think so?â
alexandra nodded as if it was obvious. âdonât know why he brings them around,â she sighed. ânot when he could have you.âÂ
you never felt so flattered before. you blushed, thanking her for saying something so kind. though you denied having feelings for him. she knew it was a lie this time.Â
lando glanced up at the balcony, finding your eyes inevitably. he could feel your stare at the back of his head.Â
and he fucking waved.Â
the girl beside him looked up, too, but she did not.Â
you could see landoâs smile from up here, but in your intensive bitterness, you did not wave back. you stood and turned to go back into ferrariâs hospitality, not thinking twice about your decision.Â
the rest of the weekend you spent in bitter earnest. youâve never seen yourself in such a state. but you plastered on a smile for alexandra and charles, entirely too elated when he crossed the finish line first in monaco. you held her as she weeped with joy.Â
and, of course, you were invited to the festivities for the evening. your attitude was soured by the girl latched to landoâs arm throughout the entire weekend. but he looked so nonchalant with her, careless. none of it mattered. youâd put on your best dress for the evening.Â
in the club you were found nursing a martini in your hand, not quaint on the taste, but were keen on getting wasted. you didnât want to deal with whatever shit storm of emotions were brewing inside of your head. seeing lando with another girl was not new for you to witness. it was the norm, in fact, and you never thought about it otherwise.
but something changed that night of his win in miami. you knew it. he knew it. the words he uttered into your neck in that elevator was sending you up the wall and skyrocketing into the abyss of the universe. and you believe that somehow, he would find you.
he would find you.Â
lando saw you instantly when you entered with alexandra and charles. rebecca and carlos paired together, too, leaving you the odd one out with no arm candy on display. good, the thought was impulsive.Â
the girl beside him was giggling at something he said. but it wasnât meant as a joke. he was convinced that she just had no idea what he was talking about, and was eager for a good fuck from him. he knew his skills of pleasure were not in comparison to any low life dude, but no girl could fulfill the void of receptiveness. of yearning desire.Â
so when he tilted his head back to down the rest of his drink, he grimaced at the taste, and turned back to the girl he brought with him. but he kept stealing glances at you in your short dress. it was like you were punishing himâ were you? he suddenly felt like a dog, a bad boy, reared and chained to the dog house outside your house of a heart.Â
but you didnât see him. not for a while, actually. you were intent on staying true to your moralsâ staying away from him this evening. he only brought trouble for you. confusion. you were sick of this back and forth, and most importantly, this rotten feeling of jealousy. it wasnât a good look on you, or so you thought.Â
âdance with me?â alexandra asked you. you accepted, of course, grabbing her hand and holding it high above the crowds as she led you to the dance floor. you were both twirling and laughing with your drinks in hand, purely electric with the rap music. charles joined her, gripping her from behind. you couldnât help but watch, gulping down the feeling of envy.Â
alexandra noticed. she knew what you were going through, even if you wouldnât say it aloud. your ârelationshipâ with lando has gone on for far too long without any real commitment. everyone knew he was your favorite girl to be around, except you. you were the only one, apparently, who didnât know that lando looked at you like a goddess reincarnate.Â
and when you shook off your thoughts of envy, your eyes found another pair staring back at you.
sharp emeralds, piercing through the musk of the club.
your breath hitched, catching solemnly in your throat.Â
the blonde was grinding up against him, throwing her head back against his shoulders. one hand was on her hip, the other with an empty shot glass in his hand. the girl was enjoying herself, at least, and you wondered if he fucked her the same as he did you.Â
his eyes didnât leave yours as his hips swayed in motion with hers. his hair was disheveled, a coat of sweat gleaning on his forehead.Â
the pair of you were waiting to see who would break first. who would succumb to the challenge. you wanted so desperately to win, to grab another random man and kiss on his neck, but you were detested.Â
the air inside the club felt heavy, and the world would collapse on you. the weight was too much on your shoulders as you became lightheaded.Â
âi need air,â you said to alexandra before you fled from the dance floor, leaving your glass on the counter.Â
the air of monaco was brisk when it pierced your skin, your thighs, your shoulders. but it was a much needed refreshment from the confines of that fucking club. you felt nauseous, sickened by landoâs eye contact with you. how dare he.Â
you looked around before turning the corner of the club, seeing a pair of men smoking a cigarette.Â
âcare to share?âÂ
the men glanced at one another and the one holding the pack nodded. he handed you one and you placed it to your lips. he held out the lighter, too, and lit it for you.Â
you werenât one to smoke. it was a drunk cigarette kind of night.Â
they insisted on you staying with them, talking each other up to be some pair of scrouges who deserved your attention. you politely declined their advances and walked the other way, feeling colder when the tobacco hit your lungs.Â
when you blew out your first puff, it wasnât long before the cigarette was ripped from your lips.Â
âheyââÂ
âthis shit isnât good for you.âÂ
lando.
he found you out here. rather, he chased you out. the minute he saw you turn your back he scrambled, pushing past every person that came in his way.
you scoffed, unable to look at him as you crossed your arms.Â
âyou donât know whatâs good for me.â
he paused, sucking in a tight breath. his jaw clenched. the cigarette was thrown to the ground, crushed beneath his foot.Â
ârudeââ you uttered, cut off when he grabbed your elbow. that had you looking at him. and his expression didnât disappoint.
his eyes were widened, pupils blown wide as he looked into your own. his lip trembled momentarily, jaw entirely too tight for his own good.Â
âwhatâs going on with you?â he wondered, holding eye contact with you.Â
ânothing.â you answered instantly, brushing him off. but he didnât accept that.Â
âânothing,ââ he mocked. âyouâre not a very good liar.âÂ
you hummed. âthanks.âÂ
the conversation widdled down, but he wasnât about to give up.Â
âtell me,â he requested, his face pulling closer to yours. you had to give it to him. he was determined. but you were too.
âthereâs nothing to tell.â you bit back.Â
âi care about you. come onââ your name fell sweetly from his lips. he was prepared to grovel at any second now.Â
but you cut him off. âohhhâŚ! yeah, right, you care? pfft, no need to pretend, lando.âÂ
he pulled back, shocked that you got in his face. your words were cruel, but he felt the double meaning behind them.Â
âwhat?â he asked, softly. you knew then that he was hurt.Â
but jealousy was a monster.
âi wish i was as stupid as you think i am.â you rambled, hands thrown up with emotion. but you were done with this conversation. âfuck it, iâm leavingââ
but he used his other hand to ground you before him. âdonât.â he pleaded. eyes watering.Â
âwhat? like youâd notice?âÂ
then the bells chimed in his head. an alert that he understood what this was. he was stupid in not knowing what was happening before him.Â
youâre jealous.Â
âdidnât take you for a jealous type.â
you scoffed. âyouâre ridiculous.â
but he shook his head and tsked. âcanât believe it, baby, that you hid it for so long.âÂ
âfuck you.â
he blew out a huff of air as if he were wounded, hand coming to run over his chest. it was a fatal one, that was for sure. you tried again to push past him, but to no avail nor universe would he let you go.Â
âcome home with me.â
his words were determined, sincere, though there was a layer of softness to it. like unsweetened honey that poured from his lips.Â
you stared at him. âwhat?âÂ
he laughed. âyou heard me. let me take you home.â
you couldnât tell if he was being serious. couldnât tell if he was mocking you. your facial expression dropped from its intense anger.Â
âdonâtâŚâ you started, feeling the heat of emotions that youâve been burying come to the surface. your eyes swelled with tears but fuck, you promised youâd never cry over him. âdonât be mean, lando.â
his smile dropped. he knew then that you werenât playing around, messing with him in the ways you usually had. what was this feeling inside of him? guilt? he wanted nothing more than to fix whatever heâs done. the instinct blazed a fire through his veins, igniting a deep rooted reaction that he feared only you could bring out of him.Â
his hand came to cup your cheek. you flinched backward, staring at the palm of his hand through your wet lashes, but allowed his touch.Â
âcome hereâŚâ his hand dropped from your cheek to hold out for you to melt into. an invitation for a hug.Â
you hesitated, shifting closer on your tip toes. when you were in close enough reach, he grabbed you, earning a yelp.Â
his body was warm. he pulled you flush against his chest, his head coming to rest on your shoulder. his hands were wrapped firmly around your torso. was he shaking?Â
he was. lando was wrought with a surplus of emotion when he saw your anger diffuse. he loved to feel all of your emotions, it reminded him that you cared about him. but when he saw it disappear, faze into an abyss of melancholy, his heart set into overdrive. he never got such a rush of adrenaline before. not from racing. not from anything else in his life.
you relaxed into him, shutting your eyes. there was a wet stain from the single tears that fell from your face on his shirt.Â
but you didnât care. he smelled so good. it was lando. your lando.Â
âlet me take you home.â
your nose buried into his shirt. his stubble dug into your neck.Â
âyour place,â you muttered. âi want to go to yours.âÂ
his place was always for special occasions. but to your unbeknownst knowledge, you were the only girl heâs ever taken there. the only woman heâs fucked in his bed.Â
he stuttered. âyeah,â he cleared his throat. âyeah, of course we can.â
you didnât even end up texting alexandra goodbye. you were too wrung tight with your jealousy, coined poignantly by lando himself. he was quick to catch on to your attitude shift, but you could tell he was frightened. at least you wished for it to be.Â
but he was. his heart plummeted when your anger reached him. it did more than touch him, it ripped him apart, had his heart bleeding in plain sight. anyone could see it except you. it was never you who saw the love beneath his eyes.Â
landoâs apartment was just how you remembered it to be.Â
open space, loosely decorated. it was rather bland.Â
âyou kept it!â you ran your fingers over the displayed teddy bear, one that you had won for him at a fair.Â
he shut the door behind you two, locking it. he let out a soft hum. ââcourse i did.âÂ
he said it like it was obvious. he would never get rid of anything that youâd give him. you squeezed the teddy bear in your palms, but dropped it when you felt landoâs arms wrap around your waist from behind.Â
his lips found your neck in an instant.Â
âi missed you.âÂ
you tensed. back arching, you turned your head to look at him, angled perpendicular to his face burrowed into the junction of your neck and collarbones.Â
âreally, now?âÂ
he chuckled against your skin, fanning his warm breath through your body. the hairs on the back of your neck rose instinctively, choosing to hold your breath instead of express anger. though you couldnât help the huff through your nose.Â
âyouâre so vicious when youâre jealous, darling.â he thought this was funny. it angered you even more, attempting to writhe out of his hold. but he didnât relent, keeping you taught against his chest. asshole.Â
âam not.âÂ
he tsked.Â
âsure.â he continued his trail of kisses down your neck. you fell into him, head lolling back and eyes rolling. fuck, his lips were always so good. he was so good to you.Â
âam not.â you said again, biting back a moan when his hands came to your forefront, parting your legs for his hands to rest between your thighs.Â
âwhatever you say.âÂ
your hips grinded against his own in retaliation which had him humming in soft praises. his fingers trailed the lining of your panties, other hand holding your hip firmly .Â
âbecause iâm notââ the moan that was pulled from your throat was pure divinity to landoâs ears. his fingers had run up your slit, teasing your entrance. blood ran down to your body, fueling your cunt to a puffy state. your weight went lax against his hold, which he was perfectly capable of supporting you.Â
ânot what?â he dared you to continue, not when he had you numb in his hold already. he was clearly cocky. you could hear the smirk in his voice.Â
âiâm notââ you were determined. but lando was coming back in full force. his middle finger teased you, pushing between your slick, finding the warmth of your walls. you sucked in a tight breath, feeling just how wet youâve become.Â
âso wet, baby,â he said into your ear. âwhat were you saying?âÂ
âfuckââ you sighed, whining. âiâm not jealââÂ
and then he seized the bundle of nerves around your clit, curling his middle finger inside of you. you cursed, sweat beginning to bead around your forehead.Â
âmhm.â lando proved himself right when you couldnât mutter out a sentence, becoming dumb on his fingers alone. he began a steady pace with just a singular digit, flexing in and out of you supported by your natural lubrication. Â
âmoreââ you pleaded. it had him standing up straight, reacting to your soft pleas like he was a dog to a treat. pavlov, and all that shit. he found himself staring down at the sight of your twoâ his finger etching in and out of you, drenched in your sweet nectar. if he was no better than a dog, why was he about to drool?Â
âyeah? you can take another?â you were rapidly nodding against the back of his shoulder, biting your lip.
âyes, please. please, lando.â you mewled, gripping at his forearms that caged you in. you never wanted to be chained down, but for pleasure like this, you felt as though you could make an exception.Â
he obeyed. adding a second finger was close enough to your release, and you knew that was barreling forward at any minute. if he kept this assault of your clit up and the delicious curl of his fingers, you would melt into a puddle.Â
and you knew he would. if lando started something, he would finish it. the only priority for him was to make sure you reached an orgasm. that was a promise, forever and always.Â
he found himself bucking his hips into you, the sight of you weak in his arms becoming too much for him to handle. the friction between his pants and your hot cunt was too irresistible. what can he say? you were just pure bottled heaven.Â
his thumb had been applying more intense pressure to your clit. your face was entirely flushed now, brightened from his attention. he was entirely to carnal to hear the noises you made. noises for him to hear, no one else.Â
but his pace was slow. teasing. you felt like this was a punishment. your lip curled, face contorting with both pleasure and angst. âplease, please.â you whimpered.Â
âwhat, baby? what do you want?â smug. always so smug.Â
you gripped his hand that was flexing inside of you, tightening your grip. he chuckled deeply.Â
âwanna come? that what you want?âÂ
your head bobbed up and down, breaths coming in fast pants. âneed.â you corrected him, and he thought that he would fall dead at your feet. his jaw clenched, muscles in his arms flexing, and he would give you want you needed.Â
you needed him.Â
that was all that he needed to hear from you.Â
you turned your head to look up at him with your bloodshot eyes, dreary with lust. lust for him. your lashes fluttered against your brow line, lip quivering with a singular wish.Â
he wanted nothing more to kiss you.Â
âfuck.â he groaned, your thighs were drenched in your slick, a sight he thought could never be hotter. and when he curled his two fingers sweetly, your hips bucked aggressively. he knew exactly how to navigate your body, but it was always so thrilling to see you react in such a way.Â
âyeah?â he smirked, âthat good?âÂ
âso good, lan,â the nickname you used for him was not intentional. it had his dick throbbing in his pants. fuck.
your words of praise would only have him working harder. he didnât even need to add a third finger when your stomach snapped with tension, coming loose all over his fingers. your vision blurred, legs shaking rapidly. you cried out, head lolled against his shoulder. he held you tightly, and you didnât miss how he stroked your hip with his thumb. a soothing action.Â
how he could ever find this kind of pleasure in another woman, he didnât know. but the challenge beggedâ could he ever admit that?Â
his fingers remained buried in your cunt whilst you rode yourself free from your high. it was impossible to look anywhere else but you.Â
and when he removed them, showing you the mess you made, his popped them into his mouth. it was such a vulgar statement, but you found yourself blushing. he sucked on his fingers, letting them out with a pop, clean as a whistle.Â
âheavenly.â he reaffirmed. âno girl compares.âÂ
you froze, still delirious from your orgasm, but it had you spinning in his hold. he was slightly blurred in your vision, but you could make out his faintly cocky expression.Â
âreally, huh?âÂ
your attitude would have him rising, cocky attitude falling away instantly.Â
he gulped. âguess so.â was this it?Â
a smile grew on your face. your hands wrapped around the back of his neck, grooming through the back of his head. he smiled lazily, lip catching between his top teeth.Â
but things like this didnât last forever, did they?
there was a pounding knock at the door. it had you frightened, shifting your panties back into their rightful place. your fingers fixed your appearance the best you could, whilst lando adjusted his dick in his pants.Â
âopen the fucking door, lando!âÂ
it was a womanâs voice.Â
your brow raised.Â
âi know youâre in there with that bitch,â the woman seethed. you could feel her anger through the doorâ but you could feel your own flying through the roof. bitch? you didnât fucking think so.Â
you pushed past lando who was about to open the door and he called your name, attempting to stop you.Â
the door flew open. âbitch?â
the blonde girl stood there. she clearly didnât expect you to open the door. but she didnât back down; fine.Â
âyeah. bitch.â you straighten your posture. âhe told me not to worry about youââ what? âand here you are, fucking him.âÂ
not quite, you wanted to correct her.Â
âfuck off,â he said the girlâs name. âme and you arenât a couple.â but she rolled her eyes anyway.Â
âyou promised me a good fuck, lando,â she had such a venom to her bite. it had you bristle. âi didnât think youâd stoop so low.âÂ
âhey, now, donât beââ lando started, but you were done. you had enough of this night. you turned back into his apartment and grabbed your handbag, your phone, and threw on your heels. you didnât hesitate brushing past the pair.Â
lando called your name.Â
but you only turned your head over your shoulder. your gaze read an entire sentence that he felt up his entire body.Â
two can play this game.Â
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but if it's forever, it's even better Sylus/Reader | 4610 words | AO3 âDid you justâŚsay you wereâŚovulating?â A/N: I finally have a new proper desk again. And I decided to christen it by writing Sylus smut. MDNI.
Sylus had always made it explicitly known that his home was yours to do as you pleased. He had never once forbidden you from treading into any of the rooms, never once told you that you were not allowed to touch his belongings or use his staff as needed. In fact, he had actively encouraged you to make yourself at home, to treat his place as yoursâa home away from home.
Yes, he had made this offer explicitly clear.
It still, however, did not prepare him for just how comfortable you had made yourself in his spare room.
Having awoken not too long ago, Sylus had originally planned to check in on his houseguest. A seemingly innocuous decision that somehow led to him standing outside the guest room, his hand gripping tightly the doorknob as he unwittingly listened to the faint buzzing noises inside the room, mixed with the wanton moans you were making.
âThisâŚgirlâŚâ Sylusâ breath quickened, his hold on the doorknob unconsciously tightened, as his mind reeled with images of you shamelessly pleasuring yourself in one of his many beds. He knew he should leave you toâŚfinish, but at the same time, the noises he was hearing was so enticing and sweet, like a sirenâs song keeping him trapped in place.
He could hear the vibration adjusting to a different frequency, changing from quick, short bursts to an aggressive pulsation that made you moaned louder, voice reaching a new pitch. Sylus took a glance around the hallways, wondering to himself if you even realized that the walls here were in no way sound-proofed. However, if this was going to become a regular occurrence for your future visits, then perhaps, he should add that change to his home in the near future, Sylus thought wryly.
âAhâwhat? NoâŚfuck!â
The buzzing stopped abruptly and Sylus heard your immediate frustrated curse from behind the closed door. He smirked, realizing what might have happened.
He should leave.
However, he would rather mess with you insteadâin more ways than one.
He gave three swift knocks, startling you immediately. âBattery died, sweetie?â
He laughed when he heard your mortified shriek.
âYou heard?!â
âItâs my house,â he reminded you as if that was enough. âLet me in.â
âNo!â
âSweetie, I do have the keys to all of the rooms in this house,â he said calmly, smirking again when he heard your panicked shuffling inside the room, âIâll come in one way or anotherââ
âWait, wait, wait, wait!â
Sylus crossed his arms, shaking his head in amusement as he heard more panicked noises behind the door. Even he couldnât imagine what state of mortification you were in. He blinked when he heard you let loose a string of curses as it sounded like items were being thrown haphazardly around. Just as he was about to speak again, the door swung opened and he stared down at you, wrapped carelessly in the bed comforter, face completely scarlet, and your breathing rapid and unevenâpossibly as a result from your little private time, but more than likely it was a result of being caught by, of all people, the leader of Onychinus.
âNow I know I offered my home for you to use freely, butââ
âOh, just get in here!â you quickly yanked Sylus by the arm into the bedroom, promptly shutting the door before anyone else could catch sight of the scene. You immediately locked the door again, turned around, and slid down the door in a state of absolute humiliation. You could barely bring yourself to look at Sylus in the eyes.
âIâŚI can explainâŚâ
âGo ahead,â Sylus said, sitting down on the edge of the bed, legs crossed as he stared at your pitiful state. âIâd love to know why Miss Hunter decided to play with herself in my homeâand not invite me to join in the fun.â
You glared at him.
âSweetie, itâs very impolite to glare at the host who so graciously offered you his home while yours is being fumigated forâŚwhat was it? Cockroaches?â
âSilverfishâŚâ
âRight,â he said, âNow, sweetie, care to explain yourself?â
âUm,â you started, but honestly, you didnât even know how to explain yourself to him exactly without making the situation worse. You wrapped the comforter tighter around yourself. âYou know this comforter is very soft, Sylus. Maybe I should buy one just like thisââ
âI can take you shopping for whatever you may need or want,â he interrupted, seeing through your flimsy attempt to deflect from this awkward conversation, âBut only if you explain to me why you were fucking yourself silly with a sex toy just a moment ago.â
âI wasâŚâ you racked your brain. âThat is to say I amâŚâ
âGo on.â
âWellâŚI amâŚâ you covered yourself completely in the comforter and the final word you said was completely muffled by your sudden blanket-cocoon.
Sylus sighed, mildly exasperated, and stood up, crossing the room quickly in just a few strides. He bent down to your height on the floor and reached forward to pull the comforter back. He frowned when you avoided eye contact with him. âWhat was that last word?â
âSylusâŚâ
âThe longer you stall, the worse youâre making for yourself,â he said.
âOvulating.â
There was an immediate deafening silence in the room as Sylus stared at you, completely unprepared and blindsided by that one word. You stared right back, cheeks burning up even more as you realized what you had just told him.
When Sylus managed to find his voice again, he started hesitantly, âDid you justâŚsay you wereâŚovulating?â
You nodded.
âAnd that meant youâŚâ
âI was horny.â
Sylus found his brain shutting down again by your bold confession. He cleared his throat, trying to recompose himself. âAnd you happened to have brought along yourâŚtoy?â
âWellâŚâ
âAnd you forgot to charge it?â
You flustered and glared at him, hearing that insufferable trademark teasing tone in his voice again. âI thought I did!â
âWell, you thought wrong,â he quipped, amused, âThere is one thing about this whole situation that is a bit upsetting for me.â
âUpsetting for you?!â
He nodded, unabashed. âIf this kitten was feeling a little frisky, she does know I am just a few doors away, right?â
âOh, we are not having this conversation!â
Before you could even get up, Sylus pulled you into his embrace, and he stumbled back on the floor with you in his lap. He steadied his balance with one hand behind him while his other arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you close to him. He laughed lowly, âYouâre right, this comforter does feel soft.â
âWhat do you think you are doing?!â
He cocked his head to the side in amusement when you glared at him again. âNow, sweetie, I just had to listen to you play with yourself for god knows how longâyou donât think that did something to me?â
âIâŚI just told you I was ovulatingâŚâ
âMmhmm, you did,â he agreed affably.
âSylusâŚâ You gasped as he lowered the comforter, revealing your nude body underneath. He smiled appreciatively at the sight while you struggled to speak under his scrutinizing gaze. âIâm not on birth controlâŚI couldâŚI could get pregnantâŚâ
âI know,â he said, unconcerned. Before you could respond, he smiled at you roguishly with a slight knowing tilt of his head. âWould that be a bad thing, sweetie?â
âWhâwhat?â
âYou pregnant with my baby,â he murmured, his hand skimming over your flat belly.
âA baby? Youâre jokingâŚâ
âOh?â Sylus looked up, smirking, âDid it sound like I was joking?â
âSylus, quit teasing meâŚâ
You yelped in surprise when suddenly he shifted you so you were straddling him. Sylus tightened his hold around you, the comforter falling completely off of your body as you found yourself trapped in his embrace. You shivered, unsure if it was because of the sudden cool air caressing your nude body, or more than likely, it was because of the man before you keeping you in his lap. Sylusâ face moved closer to yours, and you attempted to avert his gaze again, but he grabbed your chin, forcing you to maintain eye contact with him. You felt your stomach dropped when he spoke, his voice held none of his usual teasing.
âSweetie, I am serious,â he murmured, loosening his grip from your chin, but you found yourself now unable to tear your eyes away from him as he spoke, âI wouldnât mind seeing this belly of yours all round and swollen with my baby.â
He leaned in and pecked your lips, smirking briefly when you widened your eyes in surprise. He continued, âI wouldnât mind if people knew it was me who knocked you upâin fact, Iâd like that very much.â
âSylusâŚâ
âI wouldnât mind ifâŚwe have a family together.â
Sylus gauged your reaction, seemingly mindful of his words for fear of scaring you away, but in his eyes, there was a strong resolve. When you didnât outright object or react negatively to his words, Sylus smiled.
âMmâŚâ he pressed his forehead to yours, his warm breath brushed against your lips, âWe would make such a beautiful baby togetherâŚâ
Your cheeks tinged pink, but you found yourself at a loss for words, unable to rebuke him. The way he was speaking was making you tingle, feeling a tiny shred of embarrassment, but surprisingly more than that, there was a sense of enthrallment by his words.
âHalf you, half me,â he continued, his eyes had brightened when he had said âyouâ. Sylus reached for your hand, guiding it to his lips. He tilted his head to the side again, smiling, âDoesnât that sound nice?â
You nodded numbly, almost instinctively, as if his deep, smooth voice was hypnotizing you. He continued to speak, but you were barely hearing him now, lost in your own thoughts as you watched this man before you wearing an expression of almost pure joy. You werenât sure if you had ever seen Sylus as happy as he was now talking about having a baby with you.
The more he spoke, though, the more the thought became enticing to you. Sylus loved you unconditionally and wholeheartedly. All you had to do was ask and he would move Heaven and Earth for you. The depths of his love for you would extend and magnify a thousandfold for the child you two would have together.
Dependable, protective, lovingâcould you ask for anything more in a partner?
You watched him, seeing his large hand covered your entire tummy, and you could see the almost wistful look in his crimson eyes. Your head tilted a little in wonder, remembering that Sylus had never once brought up the subject of familyâhis own growing up or even the prospective future. This was the closest the two of you had ever treaded on the topic, and the fact that he was the one who had suggested it first made you realized that he had pondered about the matter before, enough so that he had decided that his future was you and the family you would have together.
You swallowed slowly, feeling a swarm of butterflies fluttered in your belly. You were nervous, a little scared, but more than anything, you had never felt surer of what you were about to say than now.
Your future was with him. That was all you knew, and all you wanted.
âSylusâŚâ
âWhat is it, sweetie?â
âIâŚâ you swallowed hard, face flushed with arousal as you locked eyes with the man in front of you, âIâŚneed youâŚto fuck a baby into me.â
Sylusâ breath hitched the moment those words left your mouth. He steadied his breathing the best he could, but he could feel his heart racing at the thought, at the plea in your soft voice. âIs that what you want?â His words were barely above a whisper, as he could feel himself hardening at the thought of impregnating you with his baby. He continued, the rasp in his deep voice noticeable, âYou want me to knock you up, sweetie?â
Just from the sound of his voice alone had you clenching, and you nodded. You had already decided on this, already spoken the words out loud. There was no going back now. You wanted this.
âUse your words,â he commanded, âI want you to say it.â
I need you to say it, his eyes seemed to implore you.
His hands were already around your waist, pulling you up flushed against his body. Your hands rested on his toned chest and you gazed up into those scarlet eyes darkening with desire, the mere sight stealing your breath away as your body trembled with anticipation of what was going to happen tonight the moment you reaffirm your earlier plea.
âI wantâŚâ
You could feel Sylusâ fingers digging into your hips, there was an air of impatience around him as he waited for you finish your sentence. You could almost hear the sharp hiss of breath from his barely parted lips as he gazed at you intently.
ââŚyour baby,â you finished, âI want toâŚhave your baby.â
The moment that last word left your lips, you gasped sharply as Sylus immediately lifted you into his strong arms, your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist for support as he carried you to the bed. Within seconds, he had you pinned down on the bed, his larger body hovered over you. âThatâs a dangerous thing to tell me, sweetheart,â he murmured, his finger tipped your chin up, exposing your neck to him, âBecause now I have no intention of letting you leave this bed until youâre knocked up with my baby.â
You bit down on your lips, holding back another gasp as you felt his large hands trailed down your body, feeling familiar curves with practiced ease. âAhâ!â You squirmed when his lips trailed down your chest to your belly, his hands caressing the flat abdomen with revere.
âYour body is already so gorgeous,â he murmured, kissing your belly again, unaware of your reddened cheeks, âAnd itâll become even more beautiful when our baby grows inside youâŚâ
You felt your heart skipped a beat. The way he was speaking as if you were already pregnant made you blushed in embarrassment. You squirmed again, but Sylus immediately gripped your hips, keeping you in place.
âWhatâŚâ you racked your brain for words, feeling suddenly insecure by his keen attention to your body. When Sylus looked up at you questioningly, you couldnât help but frowned a little, âYouâre just saying thatâŚmen donât really find pregnant women attractiveâŚâ
He laughed at your words, making you even more embarrassed. He shook his head in disagreement. âSweetie, how can a man not find the woman carrying his baby the most beautiful being in the world?â
Sylus loomed over you, his lips hovering above yours as his eyes gazed down at you with deep affections. His hand caressed your cheek in comfort as he spoke, âSweetie, I can barely restrain myself from touching you now.â
âHmm?â You looked at him quizzically, making him smiled wider.
âI wonât be able to control myself,â he continued, brushing his lips against yours, âMm, Iâm gonna want to feel you all the timeâfeel our baby in your womb.â
âSylusâŚyouâre making me embarrassed nowâŚâ
âIâm just stating facts,â he responded, brushing your flyaway hair out of your face, âSo trust me, sweetie, I mean it when I say you are the most beautiful woman in my life.â
As if to prove his point, he covered you in endless kisses, responding to your pleased gasps and sighs with his own knowing hums. âWeâre going to make such a beautiful baby,â he murmured. âI canât waitâŚâ
âSyââ
âCanât wait to see you grow, to see you swellâŚâ he continued to mumble lazily into your skin, his lips leaving trails of kisses all over. âMy beautiful hunterâŚmy beautifulâŚgoddessâŚâ
From his tantalizing words to his expert ministrations, you could feel yourself throbbing, aching to be filled by him. You tugged at his shirt, and he laughed at your impatience before he undressed himself, taking off piece by piece as slow as possible to further tease you, the amusement on his face a complete opposite to your frustration. When the last article of clothingâhis boxer briefsâwas removed, he allowed you a moment to rake your eyes over his toned body. Sylus ran his hand over his hair, pushing it back as he looked at you with a look of pure lust.
âGod,â he muttered, âThis is happeningâŚâ
He nudged your thighs apart, pleased that you were already so wet, willing, and ready for him. He grasped his hardened member, giving it a few strokes as he prepared to line himself up to your waiting entrance.
âAlready this wet, sweetie?â he questioned, his tone light and teasing, âFrom your little solo playtime, or perhaps, me?â
He didnât even leave you enough time to respond. You gasped and arched forward, feeling just the tip pressing in. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bracing yourself for the massive intrusion.
âAnswer me, sweetie,â he murmured, letting more of himself in.
âYâyou!â
He hummed in satisfaction.
You gasped as more of him entered, the feeling of how massive he was bringing tears of both pain and pleasure to your eyes. âOhâoh, god!â you whimpered when he bottomed out, filling you completely.
âMy sweet little cock-warmer,â he murmured, planting more sweet kisses down your neck.
âS-SylusâŚpleaseâŚâ
âPlease what, sweetie?â he asked, though you both knew he was well aware of what you desired in that moment. When you didnât respond, he nipped your left earlobe, his sinfully deep voice sending shivers down your spine and straight to your core as he whispered, âSay it, and Iâll give you everything you desire, sweetie.â
You panted softly, almost convinced that with just a few right words, his devilish voice alone could make you cum, but right now, in this particular moment, with his cock situated so perfectly inside you, you needed more.
âPleaseâŚâ
He raised a brow, an amused smirk tugging at his lips as his crimson eyes gleamed in satisfaction at seeing you already so helpless and needy. You could feel his large hands gripping your hips tighter, fingers digging into your flesh, almost as if he was waiting for you to break the final restraint he held.
ââŚFuck me,â you uttered at last, voice soft and vulnerable, âPlease, Sylus, fuck meâŚâ
You gasped suddenly as he pulled out slowly and then slammed back in, that first thrust already making you see stars and ripping out a cry of pure pleasure from your throat.
âIs this what you want?â he asked, already knowing the answer as he set a steady pace, âIs this what you need, sweetie?â
âYes!â you yelled out, arms encircled around his neck tighter as you let him take control.
âDoing so well,â Sylus crooned, his thrusts steadily becoming harder, faster, âWhat a goodâhnnghâfuckingâhahâgirl you areâŚtaking meâahâso wellâŚâ
You were barely aware of your back touching the mattress again as he lowered you back down, taking you in deeper. Your arms loosened around his neck, fingers finding their way to grip the bedsheets. You tossed your head to the side, moaning when his mouth took in your nipple, suckling on it gently at first before his skilled tongue swirled over the sensitive nub, the sensation was enough to have you arching up into him again. He pulled away, making you whined in frustration at the sudden loss of attention, but just as quickly his hand took over to massage your breast, keeping you moaning helplessly for him as he teased and pinched your nipple, feeling it firming under his expert touch.
âYour breasts will fill up with milk for our baby,â he murmured, already picturing you nursing his baby. He smiled at the thought, unable to contain his excitement. He squeezed your breast harder and you cried from the feeling of his calloused hand on your soft flesh.
Amidst the pleasurable stimulations of him massaging your breast as he drove himself into you, you had a thoughtâa need, really. âIâŚâ you felt your cheeks warming up again, embarrassed or otherwise, you werenât sure anymore, but you still voiced your newfound desire aloud, âSylusâŚI wantâŚâ
âHmm?â He tilted his head a little, his gentle smile remaining as he waited for you to finish your thought. With his thick member so deep inside you, you could barely think straight, your focus shifting back and forth between the feel of him and his arousing words that spawned your new thought.
âI want youâŚto have theâŚfirst taste.â
His smile faltered. âWhat?â Sylus paused, but there was an intense look of intrigue in his eyes, never once expecting such words to leave your lips, but the bold suggestion had him excited by the prospect. He watched you intensely, waiting for you to repeat the sweet offer and confirming that he had not misheard you.
âMy milk,â you clarified, face flushed red, âIâd wantâŚyou to taste it firstâŚâ
âYou want me toâŚâ He couldnât even finish the sentence as he laughed, delighted by this surprising offer. The look he gave you was a mix of arousal and absolute adoration. âOh, sweetie,â his voice was breathless as he pulled you in for another intense kiss, âYou are going to be my fucking demise.â
You whined against his lips, your voice swallowed by him eagerly. The overwhelming stimulations of his relentless kisses and renewed strength had you fumbling with your thoughts and words as the only thing you could focus on was just the feel of him touching youâinside you.
âOh god, oh god!â you whimpered when he started moving faster, driving into you harder, deeper. âAhâSy-Sylus!â You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling the beginning of the familiar tightening that signified your impending release.
Lost in your focus on the feeling of your approaching climax, you didnât even notice that Sylusâ movements had become more hurried, graceless, and eager. His eyes greedily drank in the sight of you beneath him losing yourself to this state of euphoria. His mouth parted, panting, as he gripped your hips harder, enough that there would be bruise marks by morning. He could barely hold back a groan as he felt your walls tightening around him.
This is it.
You were so fertile right now, the perfect moment for him to fill your womb full of his virile seed. Watching you unraveled before him, Sylusâ eyes darkened with pure lust, a haze washing over him as he was consumed with only one thought and goal.
Sheâs perfect.
So perfect.
Gonna fill her up.
Knock her up.
Mine, sheâs all mine.
Fill that pretty little cunt.
Pump her full.
Breed her.
You screamed in pleasure as without a word, Sylus pumped you full of his seed, emptying into you so much that there was no way you wouldnât get pregnant from this encounter.
âSylus!â Your legs wrapped around his waist tighter, pulling him in deeper, needing him to fill you completely. Your walls tightened around him, squeezing and milking all of him for your womb. You were going to get pregnant. You were going to have his baby.
Sylusâ baby.
You whined and sobbed into his shoulder as you felt both his release dripping down your thighs and the lingering aftershocks of your orgasm still coursing through your spent body. His arms wrapped securely around your waist, keeping you held against him, close enough that you felt all of his body heat and the warm sweat that glistened on his skin.
âGoodâŚgirl,â he gasped, rubbing your back up and down as you came down from your high, âSuch a good girl for me. Only me.â
Sylus lowered you back down on the plush mattress, your half-lidded eyes gazed up at him, meeting his pleased smile. You lay on the bed boneless, drained, and satisfied, feeling his heavy body still hovering over you as you listened to his deep voice murmuring, unsure whether he was speaking to you anymore or to himself.
ââŚMine. Mine to have.â
Mine to breed.
He stared down at you, almost in a state of awe, the realization of what had happened made his heart speed up. His eyes focused on your belly, already imagining that it was going to grow bigger, rounder, in the coming months with his child in your fertile womb. There was no way you wouldnât get pregnant from this session, but even if you didnât, Sylus had already planned on fucking you until you showed the first sign of pregnancy. Hell, he wasnât sure if he could even restrain himself from taking you even when you were round and full with his child.
âOh, sweetieâŚâ
You looked up at him doe-eyed, making his heart softened further. For all of his talks about his lack of luck, he knew he had hit the jackpot with you. The greatest fortune of his life was meeting you, and he was willing to risk all of the good luck in his lifetime to keep you in his life by his side.
Sylusâ cheek brushed against your head before he leaned inward and pressed his lips there. His hands continued to rub you up and down while you both recovered from your shared climaxes. âShh, I got you, I got you, sweetieâŚâ
When he pulled out of you, Sylus laid down on his back on the bed, dragging you to lay on top of him. He continued to hold you close to him, clearly having no intention of letting you out of his embrace any time soon. Just as well, because all you wanted in that moment was to remain close to himâskin to skin and heartbeats in-sync.
âSylusâŚâ
He hummed softly, his hands still rubbing your back gently. You could feel your heart calming down, your breathing returning to normal. You rested your head on his chest, feeling the gentle rise and fall as his own breathing evened out.
The world suddenly felt so still and quiet, as if you and him were the only occupants remaining. You raised your head from its place on his chest, eyes widened when you made out his loving smile. You sighed happily when he caressed your cheek and his thumb brushed over your lips.
Your heart fluttered as he spoke, his normally deep voice a light, soft murmur:
âMy pretty hunter.â
âYouâre so full of itâŚâ
He laughed and shook his head, amused by your weak attempt to counter him. His eyes wandered down, lingering on your flat stomach once more. He looked pleased.
âYour body is going to change so much,â he husked and your heart skipped a beat once more, âItâll be all my fault that youâre nice and swollen with my baby.â
âSy-Sylus!â
He chuckled again and pulled you deeper into his embrace. Your cheek pressed against his chest again, his large hand resting gently, but firmly, on the back of your head keeping you in place. Your stomach did flips when he spoke again:
âRest for now, sweetie, the night is just beginning.â
âWhat?â
He laughed. âOh, sweetie, we are just getting started,â he said, eyes twinkling in amusement when he caught sight of the pretty blush rising on your cheeks, âI meant what I said earlier: you are not leaving this bed until you are pregnant with my baby.â
You started to protest, but he captured your lips with his, parting just long enough to whisper: âIâm going to enjoy you all night long, sweetheart.â
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Iâve Missed You
Paring: Dark!Agatha Harkness x reader
Summary: You and Agatha had a twisted history. She had kidnapped you into Wandaâs distorted reality to make you into her perfect wife. She had you under a spell until Wanda freed you. Wanda promised you Agatha would never hurt you again and helped you find a new home where Agatha wouldnât be able to find you. You had your little house in the middle of nowhere, where you were safeâŚor so you thought. (This is also based on the one clip of Rio pinning Agatha to the wall.)
Warnings; kidnapping, magical manipulation, manipulation, metal abuse, fingering, strap on use (r receiving), mommy kink.
Word Count: 1.9k
A/n: All these Agatha All Along trailers and teaser have motivated me to write after four months. I am so ecstatic for it to come out already! I have waited two years for this! đ
You and Agatha had a twisted history. She had kidnapped you into Wandaâs distorted reality to make you into her perfect wife. She had you under a spell until Wanda freed you. You told her everything about Agathaâs sick plan and Wanda then was able to trick Agatha and put her under spell, trapping her in Westview. Wanda promised you Agatha would never hurt you again and helped you find a new home where Agatha wouldnât be able to find you. She even casted runes around the house.
A couple months after those events you found out about Wandaâs death. You grieved her death little, she was the closest thing you had to a friend ever since Agatha stripped you from your friends and family, but most of all you felt fear. Fear that Agatha would come out of the spell and go looking for you especially because Wandaâs runes had disappeared.
You were paranoid for months until you had confirmation that she was still in Westview under the spell. You spent the next three years in hiding. You had your little house in the middle of nowhere, where you were safeâŚor so you thought.
It was around mid day when you found yourself in the kitchen making some coffee. You were just wearing a robe and your hair was laying wild over your shoulders. As you were pouring the milk into your coffee, you heard a noise outside. You frowned and walked over to the window and saw nothing. As you were about to get back to your coffee, you heard it again. You grabbed a knife and walked over to the front door. Before you could even open it, the door burst over and someone pinned you against the wall, making you drop the knife.
âIâve missed you, sweetheart.â That voiceâŚyou hadnât heard it in so long, it made your skin crawl.
âA-agatha?â your voice trembled as you said her name. You looked into her eyes, she looked the same, she hadnât aged a day yet she looked older in a way. Maybe it was the dark circles that laid under her eyes. She gave you a sinister smile moving her hand to brush a strand of hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear.
âYou look as beautiful as the day you left me.â
âHow did you free yourself? And how did you find me-â
âI had some help,â she simply said, moving her hand to your neck and squeezing lightly, âI didnât appreciate you betraying me and running away. Did you really think you could get away from me?â she pouted mockingly.
âAgatha please-â you wrapped your hand around her wrist.
âSay that again, you know how much I love to hear you beg.â
âP-please donât hurt m-meâŚâ your voice cracked. You were terrified of this womanâs power, of what she could do. Agatha dismissed your pleas and started kissing down your neck, surprisingly gentle.
âGod, I missed you so much,â her hand sneaked underneath your robe to grip onto your waist, âWanda did quite the number on me but now sheâs not here to save you,â she whispered harshly into your ear and a tear silently ran down your cheek.
âShh, baby, there's no need to cry,â she wiped the tear away, âI promise to take my time with you.â She started dragging you to your bedroom and you just let her, you knew better than to fight back. She pushed you on your bed and started undressing. Even if she was manipulative she was still very attractive. Something you would never admit. When she was done, she crawled on top of you, still leaving your robe on.
âLook at me,â she said when you looked everywhere but her. You just wanted this to be over with. âI said look at me,â she demanded, cupping your face, making you look at her. Usually when you looked into her eyes, all you saw was lust and possessiveness but this time, there was something different.
âTell me you missed me, Y/n. Tell me you missed my touch.â she pleaded. This was very out of character for her. She never showed vulnerability. Ever. Yet, here she was asking you if you missed her as if her life depended on it.
âIâŚâ she started to kiss your neck again, nipping at it, âI missed you too,â you finally said. It wasnât a complete lie, a small part of you did miss her. She did kidnap you but she still took care of you and gave you everything you had ever wanted.
âGood girl~â she finally started to untie your robe.
âAggie-â you tried to protest, gripping into her wrist but she pinned your hand above your head with her magical binds.
âShh, just relax,â she took off your robe, leaving you completely bare, âIâm going to take care of you.â
âAll you do is h-hurt meâŚâ
âThatâs because you disobeyed me. I had to discipline you,â she said, manipulating you into thinking it was your fault, âIf only you just did as you were told, I wouldn't have had to hurt you bunnyâŚâ she softly ran her nails down your waist and hips, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. You remained quiet, not saying a word as her fingers moved closer to your core.
âI canât wait to have you all to myself again,â she finally dipped her fingers into your wetness, chuckling at the fact that you were absolutely soaked for her. She started to slowly circle your clit, her breath hot against your ear.
âYou were always so ready for me, baby. Your body still remembers me.â You whimpered when the pleasure caught up to you. You hadnât touched yourself for so long. Your thoughts undoubtedly went to Agatha every time you tried so you gave up trying to find relief.
She chuckled at your reaction, clearly amused by your whimpers. She started to move her fingers faster, applying more pressure to your clit.
âI bet you havenât touched yourself since you left me. You were too afraid to think about me, werenât you?â
ââŚyes.â You replied, biting your lip when she sped up her movements.
âThatâs what I thought. You knew that no one could make you feel as good as I do. No one can satisfy you like I can,â she smiled and leaned down to suck on your neck, leaving a dark spot.
âN-no one canâŚâ You said, your brain turning into mush as she slipped her fingers inside you.
âIâm the only one who knows you better than you know yourself. You can barely take care of yourself, baby. You need me.â Agatha was doing what she knew best, manipulating you. She could put you under her spell again but she wanted you to willingly submit to her. She could feel your body starting to tense up as she continued to work her fingers inside you. She moved her lips to your jaw, placing gentle kisses along the way.
âYouâre so close, arenât you baby? Do you remember the rules?â
âMhmm,â you hummed in response, tugging at the binds slightly.
âWhat do you say then?â she slowed down her movements, loving to see you so desperate for her touch.
âCan I cum please?â
âBeg me, baby. I want to hear you beg for me.â
âPlease mommy? I promise to be a good girl!â And there it was. She finally had you exactly where she wanted you. She smirked at your words, her eyes darkened with lust.
âThatâs my good girl. You always know how to please me. Cum for me, baby. Cum for mommy.â She freed your hands and you clung to her as you rode your high, moving your hips against her hand. She spoke sweet nothings into your ear, encouraging you before finally pulling her fingers out and kissing your forehead. You thought it was over until you felt something poking your entrance again.
âMommy?â You mumbled again, trying to clench your thighs together. She smiled and gently caressed your face.
âIâm not done with you yet, baby. You still have a lot to make up for~â
âNo more-â you tried to push her away but she didnât budge. She grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at her.
âDonât tell me no, darling. Youâre going to be a good girl and take whatever I give you. Understood? Donât you want mommy to feel good too?â She started rubbing the tip of her enchanted strap against your pussy lips. Sheâd fucked you with the strap many times and she could feel everything which is why it was her favorite toy to use on you.
âBut Iâm too sensitive.â You whined.
âYou can handle it, baby,â she chuckled and slowly pushed the tip of the strap inside you, âYouâve done it beforeâŚâ she started to move her hips, pushing the strap deeper inside you. The strap slipped right in, your juices making it quite easy.
âFuck, baby. You still feel so fucking tight. Youâre taking me so well. Youâre such a good girl~â Agatha groaned. Your pained whimpers soon turned into pleasurable moans and the knot in your stomach started to build up again. She continued to thrust into you, her movements becoming more erratic as she felt her own pleasure building up. She leaned down and whispered in your ear.
âThatâs it, baby. Keep making those pretty sounds for me. I want to hear you scream my name when you cum.â
âA-Aggie-â You dug your nails onto her back. She let out a low growl, her grip on your hips tightening.
âSay it again, baby. Say my name again.â
âAgatha!â You came again, your pussy pulsing around her strap as your legs started to shake. Agatha let out a moan as she felt you cum around her strap, her own orgasm washing over her. She continued to thrust into you a few more times before pulling out and collapsing on top of you.
âThatâs my good girl. You did so well, baby,â she started petting your hair as if you were a pet. She pulled you closer, holding you in her arms. She ran her fingers through your hair, her voice soft.
âYouâre mine and no one elseâs. Youâre going to be a good girl and obey me, understand? You donât want mommy to have to hurt for not listening, do you?â You frantically shook your head, burning your face in her neck. She gripped your hair and pulled your head back, forcing you to look at her.
âI said, do you understand? You will do as I say. You will obey me. You are mine to control and use as I please. Donât make me punish you, baby.â
âI u-understandâŚâ your eyes watered a bit, now you were really trapped. She smiled and released your hair, her hand gently stroking your cheek.
âGood girl. I knew you would see things my way. Youâre so much more compliant when your brain is turned into mush, isnât that right? Maybe Iâll have to fuck you more often so you donât fight me,â she kissed your forehead and pulled you closer to her, wrapping her arms around you possessively. Agatha held you tightly, enjoying the feeling of having you in her arms again. She ran her fingers through your hair, gently massaging your scalp. She could see the gears turning in your head and spoke up again.
âDonât worry, baby. Youâll get used to it. Youâll learn to love being mine again. And Iâll take good care of you, I promise. You wonât want anything as long as youâre with meâŚâ
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*Backstage*
Pairing: Bangchan x Reader (Fem)
Genre: Smut
Warnings: Unprotected sex, Cream pie, Basically public, Slight biting, Scratches, dirty talk (Ofc), I think thatâs all?
From this request â¤ď¸âđĽ
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The concert has started, watching from the side as your boyfriend and the rest of the members perform. They were such great performers and it never got old watching them. So much passion and drive for what they do. As their solo stages started they said their hiâs as they passed you all full of so much energy.
They were performing new songs that fans have never heard and Chan kept his a secret telling you he wanted your live reaction to it. As Chan passed you to go on stage he kissed your cheek quickly smiling as he walked away yelling to you âenjoy the show babyâ he winked.
You watched Chan with wide eyes, the song was hot. The way his voice sounded the visuals- oh god him. Your eyes widen even more as you watch your man basically putting on a strip show. He had fake scratches all over his toned body. As you watched him taking it all in you couldnât help but feel turned on.
Itâs not the first time youâve seen him naked. Of course not, this man lives in nothing but his birthday suit. However this was- this was just hot. You rubbed your legs together subconsciously as you watched him, wetness flooding your panties.
You watched as he fell backwards into the dancers arms, he made a quick b-line towards you grabbing your hand pulling you with him. He pulled you to a small almost closet like room waisting no time in kissing you. His hands wondered your body pulling you into him as he deepened the kiss. When he finally pulled away he looked down at you with a smirk.
âThereâs 4 more solo stages before I have to go back, I need you y/n. I need you.. badlyâ he breathed out before crashing his lips back to yours. His hands pulled up at your shirt caressing your breast as he played with your nipples. Pinching them slightly as he rubbed his crotch against your leg. The adrenaline from being on stage and knowing you were watching him had him already so hard.
The friction from his movement made him let out a desperate moan against your lips. He pulled away placing kisses along your jaw to your neck where he quickly started to suck softly. He ran his hand down your body unbuttoning your pants as he slid his fingers so delicately across your clit. He let out a small whimper making him smirk a bit.
âI think we should try and be quietâ he teased as if he wasnât the one who made the first noise. He nipped at the skin of your neck before he pushed his fingers into you. You let out a soft moan before you smacked your hand over your mouth trying to muffle the noise. He worked his hand, fingers curling in you hitting all your weak spots. His eyes were dark full of lust as all he wanted to do was devour you.
âGod y/n I canât take it anymore need you.â He said pulling his hand back swiftly pushing your pants down as he did the same to himself. His hard cock smacked against this abs, fuck heâs so damn hot.
He positioned you, your legs wrapping around his waist his hands holding you tightly as he aligned himself. He looked up at you as he pushed himself into your wet cunt bottoming out right away. You could see the soft imprint of his cock in your stomach.
âUh- fucking hell princess- I can tell you right now- I will not last-â his words sounded like croaks, breaking as they came out. He made a medium pace hitting you deep, his cock gliding in and out of you. âDid you like my stage beautiful?â He asked.
You nod âmhm you did so wellâ you said back. He loved when you praised him like that. He rolled his hips quickly hitting your g-spot perfectly. You moaned loudly at the feeling head resting against the wall.
âYou want everyone to hear how good Iâm fucking you?â Chan teased a bit as he brought his fingers down to play with your clit. You let out a high pitched moan at the feeling. The whole situation to you was so hot, everything about this was just fucking hot.
Chans pace picked up after hearing you moan knowing you were close already. He leaned down to bite at your neck as he worked at your clit mercilessly. You dug your nails into his back as he pounded sloppily into you. âAh- sh-shit yeah, fuck dig your nails into me, make real scratches on my back beautiful fuck-â he rambled out.
Between his movements, his hand toying with your clit and his words your high was about to crash over you. Chan could feel your walls clench around him making him groan âgonna cum on my cock baby? Hmm gonna make a mess before I go back on stage?â
âChris! Fuck cu-cuming!â You almost scream out hoping the sound of the crowd would drown anything out. Chan threw his head back at the feeling of you, his high rushing over him fast as he pumped deep into you dumping all his cum deep into you.
âShit y/n- that was- fucking hotâ he panted out trying to catch his breath. You laugh a little âyeahâ you say softly as you try catching your breath as well. Chan kissed you softly letting you down but holding you so you donât stumble.
You both get dressed fixing yourselves before leaving the small room. Chan watched as the last solo stage was almost done. âChannieâ you say sweetly. He turns his head with a loving smile âround 2 when we get to the hotel?â You say with a smirk. He just laughs kissing your cheek âround 2 maybe 3â he says before grabbing a mic to head back to the stage. Leaving you there to watch him again.
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Code: GHOST
It all started when a number code flashed across the screen of the Batcomputer while Tim was working on a case.
7 8 15 19 20
Flashed across the screen several times to the point it made Tim think that someone somehow managed to hack into the Batcomputer. It was also a number code he was not familiar with at all. So Tim reported it back over their comms in hopes that maybe one of the others knew what the numbers meant. Because all he managed to figure out from it was that the number code was an alert on the Batcomputer, one that came with coordinates that lead into the middle of nowhere.
Tim was about to join the discussion Dick and Jason were having on it when Bruce silenced them all apruptly speaking up.
"Answer code 2 1 20, sent them to the coordinates attached. I will be in the cave in ETA3 and take over from there."
The sudden silence on their communication line spoke volumes especially when Tim new the numbers was a simply code for Bat. He still did what Bruce asked him to do but that didn't stop the questions running through Tim's mind. He watched on the screen of the Batcomputer how the moment he sent the code in return, Programs started like on autopilot. A map opening that contained nothing at first but then changed into a map of a whole good damn city. Tim could only gap at what was happening on the Batcomputer before Bruce appeared and pulled him away from his seat to take over himself.
Bruce without a beat of delay started to input more codes and apparently access codes too as more and more windows opened on the Batcomputer. Tim did not realise that with time Dick, Cass and Damian had joined him as they watched Bruce work away on the Batcomputer. At some point an audiotrack opened but all they could hear was only static. They thought Bruce was going to run it through one of the noise filtering programs.
But to the shock of them, Bruce suddenly triggered a hidden compartment on the console, causing it to flip over and reveal communication link build in a way non of them had ever seen before. It was silver with green accents and looked far... older and less sleek than any of the ones they used. It was clearly not designed to stay completely hidden if put into your ear.
They watched how he simply put that earpiece on and then replayed the audiotrack.
The batkids shared a look of confusion. Non of them sure what to make of the situation until suddenly Bruce stood up from the Batcomputer.
"Prepare for a rescue mission. Nightwing, Orphan and Robin will come with me, the rest of you will stay in Gotham." Was all the man said before storming of towards the Batplane.
"Bruce what is going on?!" Dick instead of going to prepare asked stoping the man before he could get away from them. "What is the meaning of that code? Aside from the fact that simply translated it means ghost."
Bruce eyed the batkids present for a moment before letting out a grunt. "Ghost is finally ready to join the family."
"Ghost?" Tim echoed confused, never having heard that alias for any of them.
"Father what do you mean, 'join the family'?" Damian chimed in clearly frowning with suspicion.
The man eyed them once more his eyes going over each of his children, it looked like he was contemplating telling them more for a moment before he stood to fully face them and let out a sigh. "Like Clark, I too have clone child."
There was a stunned silence. No one speaking up until Dick did. "How long...?"
"14 years ago"
The silence continued as they all did the mental math. Once more it was Dick who spoke up first, clearly stunned. "You had a clone since I was eleven and now is the first time I hear of that?! You never bothered telling any of us?!"
There was a long suffering sigh. "We got to Danny before he was aged up, he was a normal baby even if created in a laboratory, so it was best for him to grow up normally, with the league we arranged for him to be sent to selected family since I had my hands full with you and-"
"Danny?!" Dick cut in. "His name is Danny? Does he even know about us?"
"Dick." Bruce called out his tone warning. "Of course I kept an eye on Danny's life. And I did made contact with him when the time was appropriated considering some of the things that were happening for the boy as he grew up, however he is not aware that he is a clone and it will stay that way. He will get to know all of you once we finished this rescue mission."
Before Dick or any of the others could say anything more Bruce spoke up firmly again. "Get ready now, we do not have any more time. Anything else will be handled later."
#danny fenton#danny phantom#dp x dc#dpxdc#dcxdp#crossover#dick grayson#damian wayne#tim drake#jason todd#cassandra cain#bruce wayne#Danny is a clone#Bruce kept Danny's existence a secret from the others#Danny does not know he is Bruce's clone#Danny was created when Dick was eleven#Bruce made first contact with Danny when he had his lab accident#Danny however refused going with Bruce then#But Bruce still gave him something he could get help with front he bats#random idea that bugged me while at work#writings been hard on me lately...
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okay listen đ tyler dry humping you against the side of his car before getting to work
Hi, can I kiss your brain? It's beautiful. We got some good ole porn without plot smut here folks.
Having no neighbors within a three mile radius has many perks.
Halloween is spent watching movies, not handing out candy at the door. You can host a party but don't have to hear someone else do the same. No HOA means you're free to paint your door whatever color you damn well please.
It also meant you could grind against your husband's denim covered thigh against his truck.
It started out as a kiss. A goodbye kiss, like one you had given Tyler so many times before he headed out to chase a developing storm.
Okay, yes, it was more heated than sweet this time around. More desperate than gentle. Your hands gripping his sun kissed hair instead of resting against his broad chest.
Who could blame you? Prior to getting a call from Boone, you and Tyler were underneath your bedsheets, his talented mouth having just started to unravel you.
Hopes that Boone was calling to fire off a new experiment were quickly dashed when he called a second time, in between Tyler's phone going off with text notifications, no doubt from the rest of the crew.
The cluster of storm cells had the potential to develop into something big, which Tyler swears is the only reason why he got out of bed and began to dress.
You had opted to stay in the baby blue night slip, knowing you weren't the one on the chase and it was Tyler's favorite.
Another perk of having no neighbors meant you didn't need to put on a robe in order to walk Tyler out to his truck.
So yes, if you were in a courtroom, facing trial for trying to tempt Tyler, the evidence would be overwhelmingly against you. But he truly started it, those large hands of his gripping your waist so he could pull you back for another kiss.
You could never leave it at just one kiss. He knows this. All you wanted was to simply be as close as humanly possible. After all, how else would you be able to inhale his captivating scent of oak and sandalwood?
He has your left knee pinned against his hip, allowing you to feel his denim cladded erection against your thigh.
"Fuck," his voice is breathless as his hips jerk upwards. A tornado is nothing, but feeling your soft body in his hands is enough to nearly bring Tyler to his knees.
Your mouth swallows his needy grunts, a hand squeezing his clothed erection, chest pressed against his.
"Ty," your nickname for him comes out in the form of a weak, needy whine, "Want ya s'bad."
"I know, but I gotta-fuck!" He hissed upon feeling his clothed erection against your bare cunt.
That, you absolutely did on purpose.
He abruptly stopped, hastily opening the passenger door. "Bend over," he hissed, pointing to the now available seat.
You quickly oblige, toes curling at the sound of his belt buckle clicking.
Having no neighbors mean you can be as loud as you want. Who could truly care about a noise complaint when the head of his cock was brushing against your clit?
When his cock sinks in, you breathe a sigh of relief, body welcoming the pleasurable stretch. Tyler always makes you feel so full, all you can think about is just him and his ridiculously amazing cock.
Now that should be investigated.
Thanks to your earlier, albeit interrupted, romp in bed, you're ready for him, allowing Tyler to quickly build up a rhythm. It's hurried, his thrusts harsh and sloppy. And yet, you can help but cling to the passenger seat
The sound of his hips slamming into yours can barely be heard over the moans that fall effortlessly from your mouth, along with the grunts Tyler grits out between his pearly white teeth.
"S'fuckin tight f'me," He groans, "Love you s'much. Can't wait t'come home t'you and this ah perfect pussy."
He's addicted to you. Your soft skin, the way your ass jiggles with each thrust, the shameless moans that fall from your kiss bitten lips. How soft you are, how tightly you cling onto him.
Tyler seriously considers calling out, making up some excuse, hell, even just being honest with his crew.
Who could be upset at a man for wanting to spend more time with his wife?
But he also knew you wouldn't let him. Ever since college, you knew of his dreams and how badly he wanted to follow them. You also trusted that he would always find a way back to you.
"Fuck, pretty girl. Need you to cum f'me, think you can do that?" One of his large hands reaches down to where you two connect, long fingers drawing circles on your clit.
You can barely keep your head up, nodding weakly as your walls clench around him. All you can do is take him, all you can do is let yourself go into the pleasure fueled haze you were craving.
He leans over as he feels your release, stubble scratching against your bare shoulder.
"Atta girl, feel s'good," his words are beginning to slur, signaling how close he is. You reach back, hand finding his dark blonde locks and giving the strands a harsh tug.
The whine Tyler lets out is music to your ears. It just takes one, two, three more sharp tugs for his hips to stutter, his release trailing behind yours.
His body covers yours and for a moment you two simply stay like that, breathing heavily.
"Hey, com're," His voice is now soft, gentle, his longer fingers cupping your chin so he could turn your face towards his.
Thin pink lips crash onto yours, the gesture a stark contrast to what occurred several minutes ago.
"Love ya," he confesses between kisses. Despite having heard it multiple times a day, it still makes your heart flutter.
"Love ya too cowboy," you smile against his lips, "But you should get goin'. Don't wanna be late."
Tyler shrugged, "You know how long it takes them to get ready. Besides, what kind of husband would I be if I didn't help my wife clean up?"
If Boone asks if you were the reason Tyler was an hour late, you would happily plead guilty.
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A Beast and a Bracelet (m)
pairing: fem!reader x beast!jk
warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, in the forest!
summary: You tried saving someone ... again. However, this group is large and bloodthirsty, and trying to lose them in a forest isn't working. Yet, when you find a cave, it seems to be your saving grace. Not because of what's in it, but who's in it.
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Branch after branch hits me in the face- my hair getting caught in the branches more than once as I run from the group of men after me.Â
âStay out of the business of men, Y/N,â my father always told me. Of course, when I spotted the ready-to-beat-a-man in front of his children, I couldnât sit back and chug a pint. I had nothing better to do. I didnât think through the part where there were three of them and one of me.Â
The plan was running into the forest where the monster stories came from- stories of missing people and blood trails - in hopes they would be too afraid, but by the footfalls following close behind, I can safely determine they are not as fearful as I am of the forest.Â
I have no navigation in the pitch black and wood. My lungs feel ready to give up on me, and the noises I hear on my left sound a lot like something ready to pounce on me. But I keep running.Â
âCome on, brave one! You wanna jump in to our business? We can do this right now!â One of the men calls from behind me. Iâm astounded they have the air to be able to catch up and yell at the same time.Â
I attempt a look behind me, my eyes glancing at a small light catching up. Panic rises in me and boils over, tears welling in my eyes, making finding safety even more difficult.Â
Thereâs a dark mass ahead- a cave surrounded by weeds and vines. Pictures of monsters with sharp teeth and blood dribbling down their chin appear in my mind.Â
âGet her!â one man calls out. Theyâre on my tail and I have to make a decision.Â
One foot in front of the other until itâs pitch black in the cave. My footsteps echo off of the cave wall and I almost slip in the mud. The sound of splashing water urges me to turn back. Something is in here, and itâs not a bunny.Â
I stick close to the wall, unmoving.
Unfortunately for me, a light shines in the cave.Â
âThere you are,â the one in front says. They all have a hungry look in their eyes that tells me everything I need to know about their intentions.
My eyes sting from the tears welling. I shouldâve listened to my father. I shouldâve kept to myself.Â
The frontman grabs my arm, but I scream when his touch is gone as soon as itâs there.Â
Growling mixing with agonizing screams draws my attention. The light is suddenly gone -itâs pitch black and I hear the nervous panting of the other two men.Â
The screaming stops and my breath catches, not wanting the creature to hear me. Itâs not a second longer when the screams start up and the crunching of bones and ripping and tearing of skin join it.Â
The gurgle from the second man doesnât stop before the third one follows. The screams and noises last for a few moments longer. When it stops, I close my eyes. Iâm preparing for the death that is to come, asking any forces out there to grant a quick death and for my father to never have to find me.Â
A huff in front of my face pushes my hair from my face.Â
I hate the pathetic whimper I give to the creature.Â
Its breathing is heavy and similar to that of a dog.Â
âIâm sorry I intruded,â I whine, âI didnât know where else to go,â I whisper. It feels useless to ask for mercy from a creature that most likely canât understand me.Â
However, it doesnât seem as impossible as I thought when the huffing retreats from me. The hot air is gone, and Iâm out of breath when I hear a splashing again- just like the one I heard when I came in.
I squint my eyes, trying to see rather than hear.Â
Thereâs a new panting sound coupled with coughing and spitting, but it sounds human. Nothing like the creature growling deep while it tore men to pieces.Â
Feet slap the wet floor, and I continue to hold my breath, not wanting to make any sudden movements.Â
âI know youâre there,â a voice calls. It doesnât sound menacing or annoyed- more matter-of-fact than anything. Rustling sounds move from my right side to across from me.Â
A light appears, causing me to cover my eyes with my arm to adjust to the sudden brightness.Â
âA âthank youâ would have been nice,â the same voice is right in front of me now. I slowly lower my arm, not wanting to be bombarded by light again.Â
My eyes glide up to be met with a manâs curious gaze. The light shows off his raised eyebrows and glistening chest. His dark hair sticks to the sides of his face. He must have been the one who was making all the water sounds. I come back down, looking past his legs to the three bodies behind him. I gasp at their state. Torn limbs, popping eyes, frozen faces of shock.Â
âOh, that,â he grimaces. âThat is quite the mess Iâll have to clean,â he mumbles.Â
âWho are you?â I look back at him. âDid you do that? How-â
âNone of these words sound like appreciation,â he crouches down, his head tilting. âShould I have let them have their way with you?â He asks. I look past him again, a rage boiling inside men from the thought of those torn-up hands being on me instead. I shake my head.Â
âIâm grateful,â my voice is low.Â
âGood enough for now,â he gets up again, moving back to the space across from me. âYou can go,â he announces and Iâm caught off guard by it.Â
Thatâs it?Â
He sets the light down as I stare in amazement. Heâs already heaving one body over his shoulder without a struggle.
I slap myself for gawking at his back muscles and the marred skin as he takes one body and starts to carry it out.Â
The half-naked man stops in his tracks and slowly turns to me.Â
âYou can leave at any time, bunny.â I have to stop myself from flinching at the pet name.Â
My mind becomes dizzy at the choices of staying or going. This man is new, a mystery, and I canât help but be curious. Heâs the one who saved me and Iâm supposed to walk out as if nothing happened?Â
âIâd like to help,â before he can reject my offer, Iâm picking up a ripped-off arm and a toe tossed away. Nausea rises in my body up to my throat, but I hold it back before I make even more of a mess.Â
Iâm ready to follow the man out, but his body is fully turned to me now, the body still on his shoulder. I try avoiding his stare by walking past him, but he blocks me.Â
His eyes scan me from top to bottom. I shiver under his wandering eyes.Â
âWhat are you doing?â
âItâs the least I could do for intruding your. . . space,â I refer to the cave. âAnd itâs obvious you saved me from imminent death . . . And worse,â I gulp, and his eyes follow the movement in my throat.Â
I wait for him to say anything or reject my offer, but he doesnât. He turns, the dead expression of the man on his shoulders flinging towards me. I gag at the wounds down his face.Â
âIf youâre going to do that the whole way, I suggest you go home instead,â he tells me.Â
I shake my head, despite the fact that he canât see me.Â
We trek out into the forest, carrying our bodies (and body parts). The lamp attached to his pants lights the way, but I canât help looking at the way it drags his pants down his hips a tad. His skin is dry now and I notice the scars down his back more easily.Â
âYouâll need to clean up afterward,â he says before throwing the body in an empty spot between some trees. âGoing home from this forest will have questions thrown at you enough, but coming back with blood? You wonât survive,â he explains.Â
I throw the hand and toe on the spot.Â
âYou sound like you speak from experience,â itâs as if I have a death wish making such a suggestion, but he laughs it off. Maybe Iâm not incorrect. After all, thereâs a reason he lives in the cave.Â
He doesnât say another word but turns to return to the cave.Â
âHow long have you been out here?â I try to break the silence. He gives me a look. âYou have a made bed and some supplies in that cave of yours, your hair is-â he gives me another look and I stop talking. The hair must be a sensitive topic.
âIt's been a few years. . .âÂ
The shock in my body slows my walking down. Years?Â
âDid you run away from home?âÂ
âSomething like that,â he shrugs.Â
I don't ask any more questions for fear of seeming more intrusive than I already am.
âWhere is your pond of water?â I ask, trying to fling some of the blood on my fingers.Â
He freezes at the question.Â
âYou have one. I heard it,â I walk further into the darkness, hoping to find the small body of water.Â
I notice something glistening and take a step towards it.Â
But then my feet lose their balance and my back is against the wall. Air leaves my lungs when the manâs face crowds mine, his hands caging me on both sides.Â
âDonât. Touch. That. Water,â heâs panting and I can only see the left side of his face. The anger and anxiety cinching every feature.
I notice the splotch of blood sitting on his eyebrow and lick my finger to rub it off.
He flinches when my finger touches him, but his eyebrow doesnât relax.Â
âI wonât touch it,â I promise. âI apologize,â I plea that he accepts the apology- my life being at risk and whatnot.Â
âYou donât owe me anything. Go home,â he breaks away from me turning to gather the next body.Â
âHow do I know they wonât come for you? That youâll be okay?â He freezes on the spot again. âI want to help!â I confess. I donât want to prove my father right. Not about not being able to defend myself and not about being useless to this world.Â
He doesn't say a word but looks back at the body left torn on the ground. It's enough to answer my question.Â
âI think I'll be alright,â he says. He makes his way out of the cave and I follow after him.Â
âThere are more guys then where that came from, I can promise you that! Theyâll come looking,â I try. I try to convince him tha t we need each other. My hope is that he says yes and lets me figure out the mystery that he is.Â
âI handled three and Iâll handle more,â he grunts as he throws the body into the spot.Â
âHow do you know people wonât find this?â I gesture to the pile of limbs.Â
âItâs still night. The monsters will take care of it. Monsters worse than me,â he says with a low voice, staring directly at me. The words do as he intended. With a shiver running down my spine, Iâm officially afraid.Â
âIâll go home,â I tell him, turning away ready to follow the tracks home.Â
âYou do that,â he makes his way back to the cave.Â
âIâll be back tomorrow!â I call.Â
âNo, you wonât!â He calls back before disappearing into the dark.Â
***
I keep my promise to return. This time I bring bread and treats with me, hoping something sweet is enough to tame the beast. Iâm not sure what kind of beast he really is, but what does it matter if he doesnât hurt me?
Itâs clear I havenât learned my lesson last night by getting into âmenâs businessâ. This man is only half man, so it counts. I suppose.Â
A leaf crunches behind me, and I swivel to confront whoeverâs following me, but Im only met with the sight of a misty forest wind moving through grass and dirt.Â
âY-yeah! You better not fuck with me!â I cringe at my voice wavering on the swear word.Â
âYou really spooked them away, bunny,â a deep chuckle sounds behind me.Â
I swirl to look at the scarred man, a smirk spreading across his face. He approaches me casually, like any man on the street would- except he has no shirt, and his hair is still tousled, and his pants are ripped in different areas.Â
âYour anxiety is palpable,â he says, tilting his head at me, while tapping a finger top my chin.Â
âIâm not scared of anything,â I lie.Â
âI know your idea here is to be brave, but you canât be brave if you have nothing to fear,â his hand taps the sack hanging in my hand. âWhatâs this?â he asks.Â
I hold the bag to him, the smell of fresh bread and cake wafting around us.Â
âFor you,â I push it towards him as his eyebrow lifts. âI donât have any money, but my father and I can bake pretty well,â I shove it towards him again, but he continue s to stare at me. âYes. Itâs a bribe, but Iâd like to show you that this team,â I point to him and myself, âcan work out pretty well.â
âAnd why do you want to be a team?â he asks, his arms crossing over his chest, his biceps protruding. I gulp at them, then catch myself looking back at the man. The smirk tells me he noticed me checking him out.Â
âIâd like to do more in town, but with the risk of being killed, I canât do it as much as Iâd like. I want your help. For protection,â I propose. I realize the more I talk, the more my body caves in. I quickly adjust to lift my chin and he chuckles at me.Â
His eyes narrow, then surprise. I try to process the shock on his face.
âYou-â his arms uncross and I wait for his words.Â
âWhat?â I ask. His eyes cut deep into mine and I suddenly feel awkward in my spot.Â
He relaxes again, back to his normal composure. âYouâve got a deal,â he announces. Before I can ask him what that was, heâs already turning away and heading in the opposite direction. I try to make out some of the shapes in his back.
I quickly avert my eyes when he looks back at me and start to follow him.
âI brought some other things as well,â I show the bag in my other hand. âAnother peace offering, but also . . . basic hygiene,â I shake the bag in excitement. The girls in town never let me braid their hair, but itâs alright. Thereâs someone who needs my services more anyway.Â
He doesnât say much, only continues to walk and even cleans sticks and rocks from the ground.Â
âItâs a bit useless to clean the forest isnât it?â I ask.Â
âItâs meant to be a path, so that you can easily find your way back and forth,â his words catch me off guard. Itâs a small gesture, but itâs nice to know heâs keeping me in mind when he does.Â
I gawk at him for a few moments longer until the noise of running water breaks me out of the trance. We come up on a small creek dug into the ground. This is no cave.Â
âI didnât see this last night,â I whisper.Â
âWe didnât come here last night,â he points out. I give him a questioning look, for him to answer in a shrug, âYou said you have a few things for hygiene and a couple of treats - letâs have a picnic, bunny,â I shake my head at the nickname.Â
âWhy do you call me that?â
âIâm big. You're small. I thought that was obvious,â he raises a branch for me and I pass through.Â
âIt wasnât that obvi-â
âWhere did you say you came from?â he suddenly asks from behind me.Â
âI come from the town just outside of here,â I tell him, turning to face him. He hums in answer. âHave you ever been there? Itâs right outside of this forest,â his face scrunches, contemplating.Â
âIâm from the cave, thatâs it. Now that weâve gotten introductions out of the way-â he pulls the torn-up pants down his legs and I gasp at the muscles on him. He could crush a manâs head with those thighs. âLetâs get to that wash,â he says, a hint of excitement touching his tone.Â
He steps down, slowly, into the water. Â
I put a fingertip in the water. I hiss at the cold, but he seems entirely unphased. He seems to enjoy it if anything.Â
I admire the way heâs able to bask in the cold water.Â
âAlright, whatâs next, bunny? Whereâs the soap at?â he calls.Â
âHow do you know about soap?â I had assumed he never joined society. I gather my bag, bringing out soap, sponge, a hairbrush, and a pair of nail clippers. I grab the hairbrush first, waving him over.
âI havenât always been out here,â he explains, slowly making his way towards me. His back faces me, and despite him being taller than me, I still canât reach him at a comfortable position.Â
âCan you just . . . come a little closer?â I reach again, only able to reach so far without falling into the water.Â
He leans backwards, not able to step back without slipping on the tilted creek floor. I reach for his hair, and Iâm able to brush it, but the angle is uncomfortable. I try to brush the strands lower, by his neck, but my arms quickly tire.Â
âHold on- Just-â I say, trying to fix my posture.Â
His head turns to give me a side-eye, and I watch him roll his eyes.Â
âI know something that might help,â he gestures to me to lean over just a bit more. I try my best to have my body hover over the water without falling in.Â
The man leans over to grab me underneath my arms - my scream muffled by the water rushing into my mouth. My feet are able to reach the ground and thrust me to the surface.Â
My ears fill with the sound of his laughter once they clear out. I turn to him slowly, the cold water causing my eyes to twitch and my body to shiver . . . Or is that the anger?Â
âWhat is wrong with you!â I swear the birds get spooked at my yelling. âI am trying to help.â
âYou're trying to butter me up. I already said I would do what you asked, thereâs no need to cater to me any more,â his arms reach up to brush his hair back, but his fingers catch easily in the knots. âI brush with my fingers,â he says, proudly.Â
Despite my anger, I draw closer to him, his breathing slowing as he looks down at me.Â
âWhile brushing with fingers could work . . .â I start. I grab his arm and pull him to where his back is facing me again. I try not to stare at the obvious scars in different sizes and shapes running down his back. âItâs not going to do all the work. Trust me, the brush will make you feel lighter.â The weight of my clothing drags me down a smidge but I ignore it. I start at the bottom of his long, dark strands. I expect to hear a âhissâ or feel a flinch on some of the knots, but he doesnât. He actually seems relaxed. His head leans back and a hum occasionally sounds from him.Â
I pour more water on his head, following the line down his spine until it meets the water at his waist. I admire hsi figure, dragging a finger down the same path as the water, sometimes detouring to some of the scars.Â
I kick myself out of the trance, and when I look back up to focus on the hair again, his head is already slightly turned to look at me.Â
âUm, Iâm sorry. I got curious,â I admit.Â
âAbout?â
âWhat your skin would feel like. I donât think Iâve seen so many scars,â I say. His eyebrows pinch. âI donât mean that as a bad thing. Itâs new. And intriguing. And you should tell me about them,â I add a smile, hoping itâs enough to convince him.Â
âYou ask for a lot. Iâve saved your life, isnât that enough from me? If anything I should be asking you for more,â his arms cross. I snort at how pouty it makes him look.Â
âWell, Iâm brushing your hair arenât I? You know how many other menâs hair Iâve brushed?âÂ
He turns in genuine interest.Â
âNo one. No other manâs hair! And!â I reach for the bag sitting on the edge of the creek, ready to fall in. I dig through the bag, revealing another gift - a bar of lavender soap. âHow many people have I given soap to? Zero,â I push it towards him, the bar leaving white residue on my fingers.Â
He reluctantly takes it, eyeing it, then me, then it.Â
âIâm not sure this is the compliment you-â
âUngratefulness is not very becoming of you,â I interrupt.Â
His eyes peer up at me from under his eyelashes. âIâm still a bit sore, you know, from saving your life,â he says. I nod in understanding. âIâll need help using this,â he hands me the bar.Â
I freeze my hands from playing with the water. I scan his face for any sign of joking, but he continues to hold it to me.Â
I take it, and he steps closer immediately, his body towering over mine. My attempt at not appearing nervous doesnât work.Â
âIâll do it if you can answer one question,â I tell him. He rolls his eyes but agrees. âWhy is the water in the cave off-limits but the creek isnât?â Heâs initially annoyed by the question, but I watch him relax.
âIt changes me. Itâs the reason I was able to become the monster that helped you,â he flinches when I start to lather him in soap. Creek water isnât the cleanest, but itâs all I have to make the soap softer. âThe reason I couldnât let you go in it is because itâs not something you easily come out of,âhe explains. My hand trails over his abdomen and up his sides, he inhales sharply, but recovers quickly.Â
âWhat exactly do you turn into?âÂ
âHalf human, half dog, half beast. There are too many ways to describe it. It doesnât help that at first you arenât aware that youâre something else. It takes a couple of tries to not lose your mind. Some have succumbed to the madness, and others take it, go into town, cause chaos, and get themselves killed.â His eyes are distant as he talks. Thereâs something that tells me he is talking from experience. âIt doesnât help that when I take that form of the beast, it drains my energy. My human energy isnât meant for a big body with that strength. Itâs draining.âÂ
âAre you the only one now, besides me, who knows about it?â I reach his neck, noticing a big difference in cleanliness.Â
He nods in answer.Â
âYou havenât lost your mind, though. Why are you different?â he shrugs at my question.Â
âI had a good mentor, at first,â his eyes turn down, âI also had a lot of motivation, I guess,â he holds his arms forward for me to wash.Â
âWhat was your motivation?âÂ
He waits - the crickets nearby and the trees still.Â
âYouâve asked much more than one question now. The focus should be on getting this dirt off of me,â he wades over to the edge. âYou should get my legs too,â he lifts one onto the wall and I screw my eyes shut, squealing- the sound of his laughter a massage to my brain.
***
The next day itâs raining. I cover myself with the sack that I brought for Jungkook (a name I learned while I was soaping his legs - truly a heartwarming moment.) This time it has a few shirts I stole from my father.Â
Jungkook told me I shouldnât come back again at the risk of someone catching onto the fact that I was going into the forest too often. Judging by the trees surrounding me, I didnât listen. Iâve checked my surroundings a million times before coming in.Â
A noise behind me makes me jump, but I start humming to soothe the nerves. I brought Jungkook a small cupcake with a bunny iced on the top. Itâs a bit wet now from the rain, but Iâm almost certain heâll still like it.Â
After our day at the creek yesterday, I feel like he knows me better than anyone. The only thing I havenât figured out is why he decides to stay out here instead of joining the rest of society. Well, when I truly think about it, I guess I can understand why he wouldnât want to.Â
I release a breath when I arrive at the cave, grateful that I didnât forget where it is.Â
âJungkook?â I call as I walk in. My lantern is able to light up the slick walls. Thereâs running and shuffling until I approach him. Heâs sitting criss-cross on the ground on a sheet, wide-eyed and open mouthed. âJungkook? What are you doing?â I slowly approach him.Â
âNothing. Sitting here,â he says it too quickly to believe him.Â
âWhat do you have behind you?â
âWhatâs that in your hand?â he nods to the cupcake Iâm holding- the picture of the bunny looks a bit sad now. I donât miss the way he decided to change the subject, but I canât be bothered to bring it back up. Heâll have to move eventually.Â
âIt was a cupcake,â I step closer and sit in front of him, he tenses a bit, âbut the rain kind of . . .â I show it to him. He looks at it and I think I see a smile spreading across his face. I have to check twice that itâs not a teasing smile, but what I thought was true. Heâs looking at it fondly.
He reaches for it, releasing whateverâs behind him.Â
âThanks, Bunny,â he says. He doesnât eat it but sets it beside him instead.Â
âAre you going to tell me whatâs behind you now?â I ask. Heâs right back to being tense. His mouth opens and closes, resembling a fish, and before he can say anything else, a voice yells out. We freeze and look out the mouth of the cave.Â
âWhere the fuck did she go?â a man yells out again. Even with the rain, I can hear him clearly, meaning heâs too close. âKeep going! That bitch definitely had something to do with their disappearance!â he announces.Â
They know. They must be friends of those menâs whose bodies we dumped - and they followed me here.Â
Shit. How many times do I have to tell myself that I should have listened?
âJungkook . . .â I whisper, but heâs already standing when I turn.Â
âStay here. Iâll take care of it,â he demands. The gentle Jungkook who accepted my soggy cupcake is gone - replaced with a Jungkook who looks ready to drown someone in the very creek water we swam in.Â
âIâll come with you,â I get ready to stand.
âY/N . . . I appreciate it, but please donât. It was always me who was supposed to take care of it. Iâd feel a lot better if you stayed here,â with that, he jumps in the water. Meanwhile, Iâm still caught up in how he knew my name. Jungkook may have fessed up his own, but I never did the same.Â
His beast rushes out of the water and I have no time to take a glance at him. His gray skin is the only thing I spot paired with a panting noise as he runs out.Â
Waiting in the cave for a mere three seconds is already torture. The waiting is agony especially when I canât hear anything and not knowing how many followed me into the forest.Â
I occupy myself by looking around the cave, not that thereâs much to look at. I spot the thing Jungkook was holding behind his back. It looks like a bracelet but made with flowers and grass. I smile at it. Jungkook hiding his soft side makes the bracelet all the more special.Â
A roar yanks my attention away. Yelling and screams rise above the rain from multiple people- more than three. I canât just sit here. I canât.Â
The rain drops are cool against my skin and I pick up a long stick as I run in the direction of the chaos.Â
My confidence in being able to help is not high, but my motivation is. Thereâs a pained whimper this time from Jungkook. My feet move faster now. It doesnât matter if they can hear me coming to them as long as Iâm able to get there- as long as he isnât alone.Â
A choked sound comes from below me. One of the men Jungkook dealt with reaches out with the one arm he has left. His mouth forms the words âHelp me,â but I look away before he can say anything else.
Leaves crunching and sounds of a struggle lead me to a clearing. Bodies are scattered in every part of the clearing, unmoving. There are a few bodies beyond the trees as well. This was much more than the three men Jungkook dealt with in the cave.Â
The beast himself sits in the middle. His skin is gray and slimy with hair in very few places. This form is indeed much bigger than the Jungkook I know.
 I quickly approach without saying a word and examine his condition. Heâs lying on his side, his breathing shallow. There are a few scratches on his sides and a gash down his face. Heâs exhausted and I think back to when he said the beast form is not meant for him to stay in for a long time. His body exhausts easily and if he used a majority of it on fighting these men-Â
Damn it. I shouldâve asked what happens when that energy is spent. Of all the times I have been nosy in my life and I couldnât do it in such a crucial moment.Â
Jungkookâs beast eye peers up at me and huffs. I ignore the scolding and focus on how Iâm going to help him. The pond is too big to be brought to him, so Iâm going to have to bring him to it. I donât let the thought of âHow?â linger in my mind too long before Iâm picking up his legs and dragging him with as much force as I can bear.Â
His groan is quiet behind me.Â
âDonât speak! Donât do anything!â I yell. I avoid one or two bodies. I havenât made it far and my arms and back are aching.Â
âUse your legs, or youâll do some damage to your back,â Fatherâs words echo in my mind. Heâs told me so many wise things and yet I can never listen. Itâs how Iâm in this predicament in the first place. Itâs the reason Jungkook is dying.Â
My throat closes as tears well up in my eyes.Â
âIâm not letting you die.âÂ
***
Jungkook is practically on the brink of death when I dump him in the pool of water. The lantern lights the red stringing through the water and I cross my fingers that he doesnât drown.Â
âPlease, please, please,â I whisper, screwing my eyes shut, a tear falling as a result. âYouâre my only friend, Jungkook. . .â I whisper. âDonât leave.âÂ
As soon as the words escape me, a head surfaces above the water. Iâm on my knees in an instance reaching for him. Heâs still very heavy when I pull him in, but nothing compared to when he was the beast.Â
âYouâre okay!â I wrap my arm around his neck and pull him in. He hugs me back for only a second before I feel his body limp and fall. âJungkook? Jungkook!â I call for him, but his breathing is weak. I pull him to where his sheet is, laying him gently. His eyes close and he enters sleep. I notice a bit of blood dripping down his face and sides from the battle.
I make sure his breathing is okay then leave him to rush back into town on a mission to take anything that could save him.
***
Itâs the second day since Jungkook was attacked and itâs raining again. Heâs woken up a few times for water, but nothing else. The bandages on his waist glare at me as I sit on the opposite side of the cave, humming a song, playing with the bracelet he has yet to finish.Â
âI canât believe you donât remember,â his voice pipes up. I rush to him, a cup of water in hand from the creek. âIâd thought at least by now-â I put a finger to his lips- the rasp of his voice anxiety inducing.Â
âYou need to save your energy. We can talk when youâre back to being normal,â I tip the cup into his mouth, and he takes it. When Iâm done, he sits up despite my protests.Â
âI thought you liked the fact I wasnât normal,â he whispers, his eyes off in the distance. I ignore the words seeing as thatâs not my priority. âAnd Iâm not talking about now. Iâm talking about back then,â he meets my eyes now, then glides down to the bracelet Iâm wearing. Iâm ready to question what he means when I look at the bracelet.Â
Itâs like a key now. A key to a memory I put away a long time ago.Â
***
11 years ago
âKeep crying. âS not like thereâs anyone whoâs gonna help you,â the blonde kid, nicknamed Jester, hits the boy again and I flinch behind the wall. âWhereâs your parents?â Kicks him again and gestures for his friend to join in - and he does.Â
I canât watch this anymore.Â
âStop fucking with me-â before Jester can kick him again, I jump in, putting my body in front of the one whoâs on the ground.Â
âWhat is wrong with you two!â I yell out.Â
âMind your business, Y/N!â he tries to push me but I wonât budge. Finally, my height does something other than be the butt of every joke in town. Father always said I was an early bloomer and that my height could be an advantage. I didnât see that until now.Â
âFuck you!â I spit at him, surprised at my own cursing. If he was angry before, heâs enraged now. His fist reels back, and I see it coming, but the boy behind me rushes him, tackling Jester. His friend looks to me. Before he can make any moves, I rush up to him and swing my leg up to his middle, hitting my target right between the legs.Â
âRun!â I yell. With one down we should be okay.Â
The boy gets off of the blonde and runs to me, taking my hand and leading me into the forest. I don't know where he's taking me, but if I saved him that means he won't hurt me, right?
We slow to a cave entrance. He turns to me, but doesnât say anything.Â
âAre you okay?â I ask him, noticing the cut under his eye. He nods, still not saying a word. âThose boys are assholes,â I cover my mouth at the bad word. âSorry, but itâs true,â he laughs at me. I canât believe heâs laughing at me after I saved his life. Then, I find myself laughing with him and itâs strange.Â
He gestures for me to follow him deeper in the forest.Â
We find a spot where he finally kneels on the ground and I follow.
âDo they usually pick on you?â I ask. He nods slowly and moves his sleeve to show scars and fresh cuts on his shoulder. I make the note in my mind that next time Iâll bring something to help heal those.Â
His hands work and kneed in the grass and grabs a few flowers that are scattered in different places. I see a bug on the trunk of the tree, my eyes trailing up the tree trunk that it travels. Where is it going to go?
A tap on my shoulder takes my attention away. I look down at the boy holding a small bracelet in his hands. He holds it to me, and I take it, trying not to break it. The little flowers spread throughout it tickle my hand.Â
âFor me?â I ask and he nods his head.Â
âItâs to say âThank Youâ,â my heart is surprised when I finally hear his voice.Â
âHey. You wanna be my friend? I donât have any,â I say.
His head moves so fast up and down. Finally! I found someone who likes me!
***
âYou. . .â I whisper to him, his heavy eyelids covering his eyes staring back at me.Â
âMe,â he looks at the bracelet sitting in the palm of his hand. Iâm grateful heâs distracted while I process the new revelations.Â
I push up from the ground and head for the exit, quickly stepping out into the rain.
âY/N? Y/N!â he calls from behind me. I ignore him and try to keep my tears at bay. âStop!â he yells. I hate that I do as he says, as if Iâm his dog. He steps in front of me, and I turn away. âWhatâs wrong? Did I say something?â He tries to make eye contact with me and when I refuse, he uses a finger on my chin, the touch heating my face.Â
âYou can try to remind me of the good memories, Jungkook, but donât forget those good times lasted for a week and you left,â I try to tame the way my voice is breaking. âYou were my first friend and then you disappeared. I thought I was cursed for months!â a tear rolls down my cheek. He blinks. Once. Twice. âI get it. That was a long time ago and maybe it didnât matter to you, but it does to me,â he shakes his head.
âOf course it matters, Y/N. You were my only friend and-â
âThen why did you leave me? Why didnât you say anything? I risked so much going into the woods to find you.â Scenes of 10 year-old me play out in my head - screaming for Jungkook to come back until my throat itched, poisoning and rashes running down my legs.Â
âIt was going to be my first time in the pool,â his voice is low, âI wasnât ready, but my mother was dying. Your very precious town was sending search parties to hunt us down. She couldnât protect herself or me anymore, so I had to do it. I didnât want to scare you,â his hand lowers back to his side and he takes a deep breath. âI was going through weeks of training myself and when my mom died and I got a hold of it, I went to try and find you, but I wasnât finding you and it was too risky,â he explains.Â
My heart cracks at the mention of his mother. I know what itâs like to lose a parent, but he only had her. Â
âYou should have told me. . .âÂ
âI wanted to. Trust me, Y/N. I did. But I wanted to figure out everything first before I jumped into it with you. I was also a kid at the time too. I didnât have someone to guide me. Everyone hated me without being a beast. Could you imagine my fear of what would happen if they found out I am one? Especially with all the rumors and stories going around?â he argues. Itâs a solid explanation. This was a long time ago and we were children. âWhen I saw you again and recognized that it was you, something I wanted more than anything, is for you not to be afraid of me. Your opinion, after a week, was the most important to me.â
Tears start to well up again.Â
âJust like your opinion is most important to me now,â he whispers, stepping closer. I swallow the lump in my throat. His hair sticks to the sides of his head, some strands covering his eyes that are looking down at me. Goosebumps spread up and down my arms as heat bubbles in my stomach.Â
âIf youâre lying-â
âDonât even think that,â he takes another step closer. I gasp when his hand wraps around my waist and pulls me to him, our chests touching and my hands resting on his arms. My thoughts are a jumbled mess and all I can ask is how this escalated so quickly. âDonât go this time. I know I always tell you to leave, but Iâm telling you to stay now.âÂ
My eyes blink and Iâd like to blame it on the raindrops falling into my eyes, but Iâm afraid to admit itâs because of how flustered I am at the stare heâs giving me.Â
âAnd where do you get off on telling me what to do?â
âCan I be honest?â
âIâd like it if you were.â
âI think you like it when I tell you what to do.â Itâs not the words I was expecting, but I donât dislike it either. Itâs also not false. âDo you want me, Y/N?â he whispers on my lips. âTell me.âÂ
âYes,â I say it a bit too quickly.Â
Just when I think heâs going to plant his lips on mine, he instead asks, âWhy?â The question is not hard to answer, but it is one that is difficult to say.Â
âYouâre the only person who makes me feel wanted in return,â I tell him. Itâs honest and a much better answer than âYouâre really hotâ. âI donât want to lose you, Jungkook,â I admit. âSo, if youâre going to leave again you might as well-âÂ
His soft lips interrupt me - finally!Â
A list of things I could be doing right now scrolls through my mind, yet none of them seem as important or as enticing as this is. If I could describe what this kiss is like, I donât think that I could. No one has kissed me like this in the past. Nothing in the world can compare to the way that he holds me tightly against him, massaging the skin on my waist, while our mouths move in sync and rainwater mixes in with our saliva.Â
His hands place pressure on hips and I respond by moving backward until I hit a tree. Now that I have back support, his lips push into me harder and I whimper into his mouth. He responds with a moan that runs straight to my core.Â
We separate, breathing into each other.Â
âItâs raining,â I say, my clothing completely stuck to me by now.Â
âItâs not gonna stop me, but tell me if itâs going to stop you,â he brushes a hair away from my face and thatâs when I canât wait anymore. I want him too much to stop now, so I shake my head in answer.Â
âI donât want anything else to stop us,â I hook my fingers into his loose pants and bring him closer. The corner of his lips tilt up and his fingers crawl on the side of my neck before pulling me closer to him.Â
The only thing I can pray for is that there are no more men who have decided to take on Jungkook and are still lurking in the forest, but that seems to be the last thing on his mind when he grinds into me. I moan into his mouth and he swallows it before leaning down to kiss my neck. I arch into him as he gets lower at the same time tickling the skin under my shirt as he lifts it up and over my head.
The rain is cold on me, but itâs worth it when his eyes stay on my perky nipples.Â
âI-â he gulps. Not so mouthy now.Â
âYou can touch me, if you want,â I hate the way I sound so eager. I thought I would be able to play it cool, similar to the time I first lost my virginity (with a complete douchebag), but Jungkook makes me too nervous to âplay it coolâ. The way his eyes darken when he scans every inch of me, and the way he looks ready to devour me does the opposite of calming me down.Â
I can only pray to any force out there that I make him feel the way he makes me feel.Â
âIâll do more than touch,â the palm of his hand skims the side of my breast, and he leans in. âIâll do anything to show you youâre mine,â he whispers into my ear. The adrenaline is almost too much - Iâm aching for him.Â
âThen show me what itâs like to be yours,â I whisper back.Â
He doesnât look at me, his eyes stay on my lips for a few moments, then he moves down, taking one tit into his mouth leaving me breathless. His fingers tweak the other one, occasionally switching.Â
âJungkook- ah!â I gasp. He presses and gropes, then instant repeats. His skin is touching mine in every spot while his tongue continues its ministrations on my chest. I grab onto his hair in case I faint and lean my head onto the tree. The worry of getting bugs on me disappears when he nibbles on my skin.Â
âI canât wait much longer,â he sighs when coming back up. His fingers slide into my pants, and push into the space between my legs. I donât expect it and cry into his mouth. âI donât want to rush, bunny, but I can tell youâre as desperate as I am.â
I want to argue that Iâm not, but it would be a lie. And itâs hard to argue with his fingers pumping in and out of me. He starts to kiss on my neck while his thumb joins in rubbing my clit. I feel a tension building in my stomach, then the knot unties and I release onto his hand.Â
Iâm still on my high when his fingers slip out and he licks them clean. I watch him and Iâm prepared to do anything for this man. He already looks fucked out and I havenât done anything to him. His hair is a mess but itâs a result of the rain mixed with my fingers moving it every which way.Â
âNow I know youâre ready,â he pants. His pants fall to the ground, revealing the hard-on standing up. It isnât fair that even his cock is perfect too.Â
His eyes fall to my pants.Â
âCan I. . . ?â he asks. I nod, slow.Â
His hands are gentle as he peels my pants down my legs. Iâm suddenly self-conscious when they come down, afraid of him spotting any hair or any marks but if he notices them, he doesnât bring them up.Â
âIâve been thinking about this the past few days. How Iâll make you mine, how Iâll make you scream for me, how Iâll take care of you every day after. . .â He rambles before putting his lips on me again, the kiss frantic and wild, our tongues mixing all while pulling me closer, his hands move to my bare ass. âJump,â he whispers, and I follow his instruction.Â
My back hits the tree and our centers touch, bare skin to bare skin. Itâs almost overwhelming. I feel as if Iâm going to fall, but he makes it look so easy holding me. My heart grows ten times.Â
âWhy are you looking at me like that?â He draws me out of my head with a curious glance. I shrug, not really knowing how to explain it, but he still doesnât move, waiting. âAre you regretting this?â
I hit him on the shoulder. âHow could you say that when Iâm still here and fully naked mind you!âÂ
âThen what was that look?âÂ
âI just . . .â I pause. Itâs nerve-wracking to be vulnerable in front of him. Iâm already naked physically, but to be emotionally naked is different. âI keep thinking about how perfect you are.â Thereâs a surprise written all over his face. âDonât think for a second I would regret this, even if we are in the middle of a downpour,â I instruct.Â
A small smile appears on his face.Â
âYouâre perfect for me,â he plants a kiss on my lips before he turns his attention down to adjust himself. He slides into me slowly and a whimper leaves my throat. His hand soothes me, massaging the skin on my butt.Â
His head falls onto my shoulder, and we stay like that for a few moments as he inches in.Â
When he starts to move, I already feel the tree scratching my bare back, but I donât mind the pain with pleasure.Â
Every part of the front of me slides against him and the rest of my body feels sticky from the humidity. Itâs messy, but I canât imagine this any other way.Â
His breathing grows heavy as he thrusts into me. His jaw is clenched as he lifts me up and down.Â
âYouâre beautiful. I wish you could see what Iâm seeing,â he breathes. âY/N, oh God, Y/N,â he groans. His words set off a spark in me bigger than before. Itâs good to know that even when Iâm naked, sticky, messy, he can still see me as beautiful. âI shouldâve kept those guys alive and let them watch,â his tone is different now. âI should have let them watch what they couldnât have.âÂ
âJungkook, pelase -âÂ
He balances me on one arm, using the other to hold the side of my head while he kisses me.Â
âIâm almost- oh gosh,â I cry, but before I can jump over the edge he slides out of me. âJungkook? What are you-?â
I hold onto him when he moves and puts me onto the wet dirt. Itâs cold and slushy at first, then warms up at the same time Jungkook hovers over me.Â
âThis is how I always dreamt about you with me,â he says, and slides into me again, my heels locking around his waist and on his back. His body weight rests on me as he moves again and his head falls into my neck.Â
It doesnât take long to get me right back to the edge, and from the way his thrusts are getting messier, heâs going to meet me there.Â
âJungkook!â I cry as I spill onto him and he does the same.Â
I notice itâs not raining anymore when all the noise and movement stops.We lay there for a few moments in the quiet after he slides out of me, however, his weight is still resting on me.Â
âIs your penis gone when you turn into a beast?â I ask, killing the silence. He laughs into my shoulder then lifts his head.Â
âWhy? Do you wanna fuck him too?â he suggests. I smack his shoulder. âThank you, by the way. I know dragging a beast the same weight of a tree was not the easiest. You didnât have to.â
âOf course I had to,â I argue. âYouâve saved me more than once now. The least I could do was try one time.â
âYou helped me twice, actually,â he says. Iâm back to when we were kids.Â
âAnd there might be many more times after this,â I put a hand on his cheek.Â
âAnd Iâll save you each,â he plants a kiss on my lips, âand every,â another kiss, âtime,â a more passionate one. We stay naked on that floor for hours, looking up into the trees, wondering what life or death situation weâll have to save each other from tomorrow.Â
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technically the sequel to a little less conversation this is yet another piece for girlies (gn) with bad sex experiences <3 remember sometimes it takes more than once to get it right honeys :D 12k words, fem!reader, MDNI THIS ENTIRE BLOG IS 18+
Okay so, youâll admit, you might be beginning to get it.Â
A smidge. AÂ pinch.Â
Itâs justâ well, how are you not supposed to understand it? How can you not get the thrill and fervour over sex when itâs with Steve and he looks like that. All golden tan skin and hazel eyes that look at you like he might eat you whole andâ and he treats you likeâŚÂ
Like there was never anything wrong with you.
Even after that balmy afternoon spent in his sheets, with his mouth between your thighs, pulling noises out of you that youâd never even heard before, heâs been so perfectly so. Not pushy, yet still that lingering hunger you can see simmering beneath his skin, hidden in the flex of his fingers.Â
Part of you almost worries, a little niggle burrowed in the back of your mind, that it was all a fluke.
That nothing had really changed all that much between youâ that the next time things start getting heated, the chemistry wonât be there. Or itâll be weird and off, or you will be, and really, you were probably lucky to have that first time with Steve so good but you canât expect that again.Â
But then⌠there is one difference at least, to combat all your swarming thoughts a fluke. The kisses.Â
When you think of Steve Harrington and his playboy past, you canât say, of the words tossed around in the high school corridor, that clingy is something that comes to mind. Not that he had been described as anything other than charming⌠but you donât mind pleasant surprise of coming to learn this about Steve.Â
It means kisses all the time.Â
On your hands, scattered across your knuckles, when heâs dropping you home from a date. Kisses pressed to your hair and forehead, when heâs scooching past you, when heâs saying hello and his hands are busy, when you sit between his legs on the sofa.Â
He kisses your shoulders, up along the curve of your neck just to see if itâll still make you laugh a bit when he finds that ticklish spot beneath your ear. Adores sweeping back your hair to plant a kiss against your skin with the sweetest little âmwah!â so quiet you donât think youâre meant to hear it.Â
And your lips⌠you donât think theyâve ever been so kiss-bitten in your life.
One night with Steve can leave them blooming with colour, all the blood beneath them rushing with pleasure as he kisses your mouth soft â sometimes hard, sometimes sweet, always maddeningly.Â
He greets you with a kiss always, one hand curled gently around your chin to tilt it up perfectly. And always after, a grin spreads across his face, brown eyes crinkling and pink lips barely restrained his joy.Â
âHi, sweetheart.â Heâll always says, or some variation.
Which, yeah, thatâs new too. Sweetheart. You havenât quite figured out how to not melt to a gloopy gooey mess when he says it just yet. Itâs a damn good thing that your boyfriend is a gentleman and he politely doesnât comment when you fluster, only gets the smallest hint of a smirk.Â
For all your past worries about not kissing him for fear of leading him on, you hadnât realise quite how much you were depriving yourself of affection. Steveâs certainly turning you greedyâ and heâs all too happy to sate your appetite for it.Â
Today, itâs drizzly. The colour of the sky is a bright ashen grey, enough to warrant a headache and inspire a day inside. In the distance, you can see the thunder clouds rolling in and bringing a blanket of shadow with them.Â
They reach overhead much quicker than youâre expecting and youâre barely a block out from Steve's house before the rain starts coming down.Â
Try as you might, raincoat tucked tight around you, youâre still a bit drenched by the time you make it to Steveâs doorstep. One freezing finger presses the door bell. A chime sounds inside.Â
You rub your hands together to try warm them as you wait, cringing at the whisk of wind that twirls your hair up and about. Your hands shoot up and you nervously flatten the wild strands back downâ right as Steve opens the door.
Heâs got a towel around his neck, one hand scrubbing it into his wet hair. Judging from his ruffled t-shirt â put on in a rush and exposing his tummy â heâs just got out the shower. He looks surprised but happy to see you.
âSweetheart, hi-hoooooly shit,â He sticks his head out the door, eyes wide as he takes in the weather. His hair flicks as he turns back to you. âDid you walk the whole way from your house? In the rain?âÂ
Your shoulders form a meek shrug. Before you can speak, his hands are on your shoulders, tugging you inside, across the doorway. He kicks it shut behind you.Â
âChrist, honey, whatâd you do that for?â His hands fret a little bit, rubbing at your shoulders. He gently picks a piece of hair thatâs stuck to your cheek, placing it behind your ear.Â
âI mean,â You start, a little confused. Your hands tighten on your overnight bag, wringing the handle tightly. He knew you were coming over, right? âI thought weâ on the phone, we made a plan?âÂ
Steve breathes a soft laugh. âYeah, weâve got plans. But I wouldâve come got you instead of making you walk through the rain. Câmon, what  kind of boyfriend do you think I am?âÂ
His use of the word boyfriend still makes you glow. You smile, nope, you grin all cheesy â and it doesnât help at all when Steveâs hands trail down your jacket to hold your own. He wiggles the handles of your bag out from your frozen fingers and drops it behind him gently. His hands dart back to cover yours.
âDear god, I think youâre about two minutes from losing a finger.â His eyebrows have scrunched together in worry. He brings your hands up to his face, cupped in his own, and blows hot air on them. It tickles but you canât stop smiling.Â
He pulls them back, rubbing his thumbs over your icy fingers and peers down at them. Your heart coos at his concern.Â
âWhatâs the verdict doctor?â You jest, making your voice all breathy and dramatic. âAm I gonna make it?âÂ
Steve frowns harder at your hands, his face serious when he tilts it back up to face you. âIâm afraid weâre gonna have to amputate.âÂ
You gasp dramatically.Â
Steve grins. He runs over your hands once more, one of his fingers creeping up your wrist, trying to find a ticklish spot. You squeal a little, trying to pull back but he holds your hands firm in his own. He continues his serious voice.Â
âMaâam, Iâm sorry but itâs your whole arm. Weâre gonna have to chop it right off.âÂ
His fingers are half way up your sleeve, making it bunch up and youâre laughing so much itâs warming you up much faster than him blowing on your hands. You push his hand away playfully and Steve relents, putting his hands up in surrender.Â
âOkay, okay, you got me.â He grins. âIâm not a real doctor.â
You laugh again, reaching up to tuck back your hair thatâs fallen forward in your squirming. âUh huh, a real doofus is what you are.âÂ
Steve rolls his eyes endearingly, his hands reaching out to snag your waist this time. He tugs you closer. Your feet stumble and when you press against his chest, youâre delighted to find heâs very, very warm. You're definitely soaking his shirt a bit with your coat but if Steve cares, he doesn't say.
âJust realised I didnât properly say hello,â He murmurs, a little quieter than before.Â
And when one of his hands moves up and curls beneath your jaw, holding your chin gently, you know whatâs coming. If you werenât already holding your breath in anticipation, he probably wouldâve stolen it with his kiss.
His plush lips are soft and with a loving little hum, he kisses you.
All the lights around you look a little dewey and heart-shaped when Steve pulls back â though it may be just your own lovey-dovey eyes. You sigh without meaning to, all honeyed and sweet, and Steve softens immeasurably at the sound.Â
âOkay,â He shifts his hands back down to your hands, rubbing them lightly. âIâm not kidding, even your lips feel frozen. Dâya wanna take a quick shower just to warm up?âÂ
Something about you flushes at his suggestionâ a runaway thought about getting in his shower, it getting steamier and steamier, especially with Steve slipping in to join you halfway. You clear your throat to push away the thought and focus.Â
Your hair is wetter than youâd expected, sticking to your neck in cold tendrils. A shiver zips down your spine. All your scandalous thoughts aside, it sounds like a pretty good idea.Â
âYeah,â you nod gingerly. âYeah, okay, it wouldnât mind the warm up.âÂ
Steve steps back, bending down to scoop up your bag deftly. He holds it for you as you unbutton your coat as quick as you can with your frozen fingers, shivering in relief as you shed the drenched layer. Droplets of rain spray in the rustle. Your coat finds a home on a peg beside the door.
Itâs comforting how easy it is to follow Steve up the stairs, drinking in his cosy attire from behindâ gone are his usual tight fitting jeans. Instead, heâs donned what you guess is his pyjamas; a plain ringer tee and red, plaid, and long flannelette pants. His feet are warmed by fluffy socks that have reindeer prancing about the fabric. A flash of his tan ankle makes you stumble for a moment.
Steve trades your overnight bag, with a smile and a promise to keep it safe, for a pillowy white towel, soft as ever. He leads you into the bathroom off his bedroom, depositing your bag on his bed along the way.Â
His fingers find the switch for the heated towel rail and while you fold the towel over it neatly, heart humming in content at being taken care of, Steve starts the shower. He sticks one hand in, holding it under the spray and grimacing at the coldâ until the chill slips away beneath the steamy hot water.Â
âAlright,â Steve says, pulling his hand back. He gives it a little shake, droplets splattering on the tiles. âAll ready for my best girl.âÂ
He gives a cheesy and charismatic smile as he wipes his hand dry and if you were brave enough, you might give him a little thank you kiss for it. You arenât just yet â but when he moves to slip by you, you halt him with a soft hand on his torso.Â
âThank you.â you say, quieter than you intend. You push on the balls of your feet and plant a quick peck onto his cheek.Â
Pink blooms beneath where your lips touch. Steve looks like he melts a bit, lashes fluttering as he sucks in a sharp inhale. Turns out neither of you are getting any closer to getting used to the affection. Itâs sweet to know it goes both ways.Â
âIâm gonnaââ Steve breathes, his hand drifting up, his index finger pointed out to the door. âIâll be nearby if you need anything. Or if you fall. Just like, uh, yell- or scream. Orâ you know what, youâve taken a shower before.âÂ
He stumbles out towards the exit, pulling two awkward thumbs-up over his shoulders. The door swings shut behind him, closing with a quiet click.Â
Your clothes pool to the ground, a trail leading towards the shower as you move with haste. Though youâre sure the Harrington's wonât notice, you donât want to waste the hot water.Â
The heat soothes youâ swathes of relief washing down your body, picking up every piece of ice in your skin and sending it swirling down the drain. It doesnât take too long to get back to warm and toasty.Â
Still, when your eye catches on it, you canât resist. Steve has a body wash that smells heavenly. You pick it up, flick back the cap, and take a whiff â just to check itâs the one thatâs been infiltrating your very dreams. Steve, even on a daily basis, manages to smell so good it drives you close to delirium.Â
Youâre more than happy to steal it for yourself today. You take another sniff of the bottle in your grasp, just to inhale it with a sigh. The sweater he let you borrow the other week has the exact same smell; a musky perfumed scent, with a hint of bergamot.Â
You dollop some in your hand and lather it all over. Properly cleansed and throughly warmed up, you let the final suds whirlpool down the drain before shutting the tap off and stepping out. The fluffy porcelain coloured towel is toasty in your hands as you pluck it off the rail.  A sigh in appreciation comes out as you dry off, twisting it around yourself.Â
Itâs as you stand there, refreshed and smelling of Steve, in just a towel, do you realise youâve forgotten to bring in clothes to change into.Â
On his bed, Steve sits idle â because what else is Steve supposed to do when youâre in his shower? When youâre naked in his shower. Naked in his shower and probably using his soap and lathering it up down your body and on your boobs andâ oh my god, soapy boobs andâÂ
Steveâs pulls himself from his thoughts with a rapid shake of his head, just in time for the bathroom door to rattle open and your shining face to peek through.Â
You look a little flushed, maybe from the heat, or from the lack of clothing. Steve can see your bare shoulder, his eyes tracking a drop as it rolls down your collarbone. None of this helps his runaway thoughts.Â
He stands up without thought. Then he realises how strange he might look, like a dog standing to attention.Â
âFeeling boober?â Steve says, like an idiot. Heat floods his face as he realises his flub. âBETTER! Are you feeling better?âÂ
Heâs thankful that you at least laugh, a pretty sound that you tuck behind your hand. You have the nerve to wiggle your eyebrows at him, a far cry from the confidence heâs come to expect from you in the past. Steve canât denyâ he adores it.Â
âWhat are you thinking about?âÂ
âGod,â Steve groans. He shoves his face into his hands and turns around, his back to you. His words are muffled over his shoulder. âDonât even ask me that right now.âÂ
Another laugh titters out of you. Steve canât resist peering over his shoulder. The steam curls out through the gap of the door, leaving dew on your skin. You look ethereal, like a dewy angel from a dream.
âAlright,â you relent playfully. Youâre fighting a smile and losing, badly. Steve yearns. âCan you please pass me my bag?âÂ
This next time the door opens again and you step out, thereâs less tantalising skin to tease Steve and his wandering mind. Thereâs still a flash of wet skin, the curve between your shoulder and neck. Steve wants to lick it, kiss it, devour it til the skin beneath is riddled with the bruises of a lover.Â
For a moment, youâre simply admired â Steveâs eyes on you, adoring and soft, as you creep out the bathroom like you donât want to make too much noise.Â
You notice in your absence Steve has cajoled a little tray table into his room, tucked up at the foot of his bed. Atop it sits a chunky television, antennae sticking up in perfectly straight lines. The ones at home on yours are slightly warped from all the readjusting.Â
âHey,â Steve says. Heâs on the bed this time, and while he doesnât get up this time, he sits up straighter as you emerge from the bathroom. You put your bag down, abandoning it by the door and try to quell your nerves.Â
Steve, unless heâs somehow obtained x-ray vision and hadnât told you, canât see the nice matching set youâve got beneath your comfy clothes.Â
He wonât see itâ unless this night goes where you think it might, where you hope it might, but even still, the thought manages to make you fluster.Â
âHi.â You say back, voice closer to a whisper.Â
The bed sinks beneath your weight as you climb on to situate yourself beside Steve. Heâs all soft corners and crinkled eyes, his arm raised up in an instant for you to tuck yourself under. Even warmer in his arms, your heart delights when he gives you a little squeeze.
âAlright, movie time!â The television at the foot of the bed pulls Steve away from you. He unwinds his arm enough to crawl down the bed. The grey ringer shirt he has one slips forward a bit and at your angle, you can catch more than a sliver of his tan tummy.Â
Without thinking, your thighs press together tightly as heat flares between them. You can trace the alluring wiry trail of hair with your eyes until it disappears into his pyjama pants, continuing out of sight. A part of your wants.Â
You want to see where it goes, want to curl your fingers into his waistband and work it downwards, you want find out if the moles go all the way down his thighs like you hope they do.
Hunger sinks its teeth into your skin; a hunger youâve been getting more and more familiar with.Â
âOkay, pervert,â Steveâs cheeky remark shakes you from your thoughts and you start to stammer. Heâs clearly caught you staring. âCanât say I blame you for oglingââÂ
âI was notââ Â
ââ because I have been told before that I have a very distracting and attractive behind.âÂ
You sputter and despite your best efforts, a little laugh splutters through as well because well, yeah, heâs not wrong â but your brain is stuck on repeat with something else entirely.Â
Tummy, tummy, tummy, the hair on his tummy, the hair leading down into his pants. Â
âYeah, uh huh, okay, Harrington,â You slump back against the pillows with a dramatic sigh, clearly teasing. âIf you say so.âÂ
The television flickers to life right as Steve lunges back towards you with all the energy of a labrador puppy. He squishes down onto you so quickly that you actually squeal in surprise.Â
âOh, Iâm back to just Harrington now?â He pouts, squeezing even closer to you. Youâre laughing, flattened beneath him in a way that you canât even wiggle your arms out. Heâs draped across you dramatically. You trust him completely.Â
âItâs your name, isnât it?âÂ
âI thought my name was,â He leans closer and kisses your neck. âBoyfriend. Or baby. Orrrrrr,âÂ
He kisses up your neck and onto your cheek. His hazel eyes are bright, crinkled in his grin so much that his lashes kiss in the corner. He kisses your nose. âHandsome.âÂ
âMmmhm,â you revel in the never-ending affection, glowing from the inside with happiness. You wiggle your arms to make Steve push himself up, just enough to free them from being smothered against your chest. Free to roam, your hands find the sides of his face.Â
âWhat aboutâŚâ You begin. Steve watches you closely, evidently gleeful from the touchiness of your hands. He pushes into your palm, turning to kiss it fast. âMy snookums.âÂ
You exaggerate the word, your voice going all sugary to butter it up. You watch as emotions ripple across Steveâs faceâ the twitch in his nose as he tries not to outright frown at you. How polite he is.Â
Itâs only as he catches the grin spreading across your face, wicked and just loving watching him squirm at the terrible pet-name, does he catch on to your jest. A sigh of relief and a chuckle whooshes out of him at once.Â
âOh, thank God youâre joking.â He drops all his weight into your waiting hands, grinning when you let his face flops forward into your chest. His words are completely muffled as he speaks into your chest. âThat couldâve been serious grounds for a breakup.â
You huff a laugh and nudge him up best you can. âYeah, alright, drama queen. Your movie is starting.âÂ
Steveâs head pops up, his head twisting back towards the television like he had forgotten about its existence until you had mentioned it.Â
âOh true,â He says. He pushes up off you to sit himself up, shuffling back so instead you can lean on him. Re-situating his arms around you, Steve hums absentmindedly as he throws a leg over you, tangling it with yours. Thoroughly intertwined, you both sink back into the pillows.Â
The credits roll up and off the screen, the first five minutes of the film whisked away while you and Steve were settling down. Now, the opening scene begins, the grainy picture on the screen buzzing as it plays the VHS.Â
You get approximately two minutes of silence, your and Steveâs heads turned towards the television, until distraction kicks in.
You do your best to ignore it as his head turns towards you, your eyes still focused on the screen, but all your attention runs to Steve. He nudges a little closer to you, his nose pressing into your temple and right as you realise heâs smelling you, he saysâÂ
âDid you use my body wash?âÂ
You freeze.Â
âIâ was I not supposed to?â Your voice comes out a bit weaker than intended.Â
Steve lets out a soft noise, somewhere between a sigh and a groan, only worrying you further. He starts to shift around a bit, retracting his leg back an inch, his nose no longer nudging close along your temple; all actions that contrast his assuring words.Â
âNo, no, no, itâs fine, youâre fineââ Despite his words, he shifts again. His hips shuffle backward, one of his hands moving down subtlety as he can to fuss with his pyjama pants.Â
It takes about two more seconds for you to get it â clued in by Steveâs suddenly scarlet cheeks and his embarrassed expression.Â
Your mouth drops open a bit unwittingly.Â
âAre youââÂ
âYes.â Steve grates out. He abandons fixing the growing tent in his pants to cover his face with his hands, rolling slightly away from you. You can feel the heat of his embarrassment radiating off him. His words are slightly muffled from behind his palms.Â
âIâm so sorry. I didnât meanâ I didnât even realise that was something that got me going until, like, right this second.â Â
Itâs adorable that heâs so flustered and that heâs apologising. Youâve never had that happen before. Youâve never had someone so conscious of how it might seemâ never someone like Steve who doesnât seem to come with any expectations.Â
A thread of relief jolts through you. It reaffirms what you already know; anything you want to do will be done on your terms.Â
And with his eyes covered up, if you glance down at his pants for good hard lookâŚ. well, thatâs between you and the universe.
âSteve,â your fingers curl around one of his wrists, tugging it gently. You try to coax his face out of hiding, your smile somewhere between giggly and endeared. âItâsâ itâs okay, really, you donât have to apologise. Iâ I mean, Iâm honestly flattered.âÂ
Steve deflates a bit, torn between relief and his still persistent concern. He had made a committed plan that he wouldnât make any moves until you initiated it first and yet, here he was, like every other male in Hawkins. Popping a boner the moment you settle down to innocently cuddle. God, heâs the worst!
A pout forms on his lips. He wishes he could rewind the last 2 minutes and spend the whole movie holding his breath.Â
âWhat is it about the body wash?âÂ
Your question takes him by surprise, given the way his other hand drops off from covering his face. He blinks up at you, cheeks still with a hint of cherry red.Â
âI- I dunno.â He admits. âLike I said I didnât even realise thatâŚâÂ
Steveâs cheeks flush with colour again. He clears his throat. âThat would have that effect on me.âÂ
Something within you preens, a fire stoked by his honest admission; a zing shooting down your spine because you donât think you will ever get used to hearing how Steve wants you.
âWell,â you begin, the word more timid than you hoped it would be. You clear your throat and cast a glance at the television, feigning casualness. âIf I was the causeâŚâÂ
You let your hand come up, brushing across his warm tummy. Look up at him through your lashes, hoping, praying it looks sexier than youâre feelingâ which is somewhere between flustered and foolish.
Still, Steveâs throat bobs. You watch his eyes dart down to your lingering hand, an inch or so above his waistband.Â
âMaybe, I can be the remedy.âÂ
A tiny groan scrapes out of Steveâs throat, like he would love nothing more. Even so, he pins you with a sincere look, hazel eyes burning into yours.Â
âYou donât have to do that.â He assures you. âI meanââ He coughs awkwardly. âIt will go away, uh, in time.âÂ
âIâm aware how it works, Steve.âÂ
âOh, are you?â Steve jokesâ laughing when you wallop him in the chest. He grabs your hand, stopping your assault mid-motion with a cheeky smile. âOkay! Okay, I deserved that.âÂ
He releases your hand and you let it fall onto his chest. Nerves prickle beneath your skin but with them is something new, something youâve only gained since your time with Steve; anticipation.Â
Steeling your anxiety, you let your hand trail down his chest slowlyâ enough time that he could halt you before you embarrassed yourself. But he doesnât. Steve watches you closely, his chest rising and falling a bit harder as your hand nears his waistband.Â
This time, you donât stop. You let your fingers brush over the tented fabric hesitantly, torn between wanting to watch your hand or to see his face. As confidently as you can, you palm across his bulgeâ feeling the heat of his hard length thickening up under your hand.Â
Steve groans lowly.Â
You look up at him as you rub him softly, taking in his large pupils and pink lips. Heâs watching you too, his eyes darting between your face and the hand on his cock.Â
âIs this okay?â You check. The movie crackles on in the background, idle noise. Steve nods quickly, a curl of his hair falling down onto his forehead.Â
âYeah,â He says, voice breathier than it was a minute ago. You try out a harder rub, beginning to feel out the shape of his cock, and you curl your fingers around it. Steve groans again, a little bit louder, his eyelashes fluttering.Â
Still, he composes himself enough to ask, âIs this okay for you?âÂ
âHmmm,â you draw out the noise, the smile on your face giving away your faux-thinking. You squeeze him again, right as you murmur, âMaybe make that noise again and Iâll see.âÂ
But any noise he makes is captured in your mouth as he surges forward, one of his hands curling up under your jaw. His fingers slide into your hair and his lips are sweet and soft, hungry for more against your own.Â
You canât help but melt under his kisses, body relaxing into the sheets as you let yourself be kissed breathlessly. A warmth pools deep within your chest, drooling down into your stomach. Anticipations sinks in. Your thighs rub together.Â
Losing the nerve and the focus, your hand slips up to cup at Steveâs hipâ but if he cares, he doesnât show it. Instead, he takes it as a cue to press forward, leaning his weight onto on his elbows to hold his weight as he shifts up, his lips never leaving yours.Â
Itâs one smooth motion, the way he slips a leg between your own, his body held up and hovering above yours. He kisses, slow and languid. You ache. Your lips havenât ever been so kissed before.Â
It isnât until his thigh shifts up and presses just right do you notice it properly â unable to swallow your shallow gasp, lips halting against Steveâs as a bolt of pleasure blooms deep in your gut. Your eyelashes flutter, a shadow of embarrassment threatening your cheeks.Â
âSâokay?â Steve whispers, not relenting any of his closeness. His lips brush yours.Â
You nod gently, a quiet hum sounding in your throat. Youâre not entirely sure you can form words right now. Not when it feels like your heartbeat is everywhere â when you can feel the heat between your legs, the tightness of your nipples as they peak, the undeniable thrum of lust building within you.Â
And certainly not when you can feel Steve, his hardness pressed up against your thigh, his pupils bigger than usual. Theyâre ringed in that hazel you loveâ a colour that might be your new favourite ever.Â
Fuck, youâre in deep. What an incredibly sappy thought to have while youâre getting hot and bothered. Did Steve think that way about you too? Think about the colour of your eyes while he kissed your mouth?
âIâŚâ You finally find your voice and Steve pulls back a couple inches so he can see you properly. His eyes dart over your face adoringly, his lips rosy red from all the kisses and quirked into a smile. He looks at you as if youâre everything.Â
âI want toâŚâ You say, unable to find the words to finish your sentence. Embarrassment winds up inside you, ready to spring free but Steve seems uncaring at your hesitance.Â
âYou wanna what?âÂ
He kisses the corner of your mouth with a hum. Endlessly patient. Somehow your stomach churns a little faster at that. Nerves stand up on their end, a thousand uneasy prickles over your body.Â
âI want to.â You say this time, firmer. âDo more.âÂ
It still sounds too mousy coming out and you see a flicker of something on Steveâs face.Â
âIf you do, I mean.â You add on quickly. âI want to if you do.â
Steve huffs a quiet laugh, like the idea of checking in with him was a bit absurd. His gaze roams over your face slowly, taking his fine time just looking at you. He looks as though he doesnât quite know what to say.Â
He lands on, âYou donât seem sure.âÂ
Your heart flip-flops at the wrinkle between his eyebrows, his concern evident. He fixes you with a serious, sincere look.
You nod, your hair scrunching up against the pillow as you do. âI am. I justâŚâÂ
You sink your teeth into your bottom lip and worry it, thinking of how to put this. Youâve said it before, youâve told him how it was in the past, how you hadnât enjoyed it and yetâŚ
Feeling too squirmish under Steveâs intense stare, you avert your eyes to look at the ceiling and swallow the knot in your throat.Â
Your voice comes out a whisper. âI want to try but Iâm not sureâ I just I canât promise that Iâll- that yâknow, IââÂ
Eyes crushing closed, you try to seize your bubbling anxiety before it seizes you. This is Steve. You trust him wholly. Just a moment ago you were thinking about how much you like him andâ
âHey,â Steve murmurs lowly, nudging his nose into yours. Your eyes open. He smiles softly when he says, âI have no interest in doing something you donât enjoy.âÂ
The protest flounders up inside you before you can stop it. âButââÂ
âSo,â He cuts you off pointedly. âIf we give it a go and you donât like it, thatâs okay. We can just figure out what you do enjoy, okay?â
For a long moment, you just stare up at him. Â
âYeah? So we can just try and if it⌠If IâŚâ You flounder for words, sounding like you think it must be too good to be true. You stare up at the ceiling as you try to verbalise the biggest hurdle, the final niggling worry.
You peer back up at Steveâs face. âYou⌠you wouldnât be disappointed if we started but then I wanted to stop?âÂ
Some emotion shutters across Steveâs face, a flash of devastation. You mistake it for annoyance.Â
An unwelcome hitch suddenly twists in your stomach. âI'm sorry, I know that youâ we already- last time, we talked about this and I should knowââÂ
âStop it,â Steve interrupts with a soft shake of his head. âStop doing that, itâs fine to feel unsure or- or to not know what you like. It takes time and experience to figure what you do like.âÂ
His hand shifts up, brushing the hair back from your forehead. He leaves it there, the warmth of his hand a comfort. His fingers curl lightly into your hair.Â
âThatâs all I wanna do,â He breathes softly, his lips tugging up at the corners. He looks unbearably earnest, his brown eyes shining. âJust wanna do what you like. Wanna figure out what you like.âÂ
He leans down and kisses your cheek. Then your jaw. Then that soft sensitive spot under your ear. You squirm but this time for all the right reasons.Â
âYâwant me to do that?â He murmurs.Â
Youâre breathing a little heavier and when Steve nips at your earlobe sparingly, just a love bite and a flash of teeth, your breath catches loudly. Desire surges through you, hot and straight between your legs.Â
It takes another moment to remember heâs asked you a question.Â
âYeahâŚâ you breathe. You wanna nod but you donât want him to stop what heâs doing. Your throat bobs as you swallow. âI wanna do that. Wannaâ wanna learn what you like too.âÂ
Steve hums, a pleased sound, and he kisses languidly at your neck. His lips, soft and plush, scrape against your skin in a way that gathers heat low in your gut. Your hips tilt forward an inch, moving against his thigh almost imperceptibly.
âYeah?âÂ
The way he says it, the way the word rolls out of his mouth, all husky and low, makes your nipples peak.Â
âWe get to learn together, hm?â He kisses your neck again. The soft press of his tongue and the gentle scrape of his teeth have you gripping the sheets, almost white knuckled.Â
Suddenly, you canât stand to not be touching him. Your hands fly from the sheets, fingers curling around his midriff, feeling at the warm skin. His t-shirt is warmed by him. You slip your hands beneath it as he bites where your shoulder meets your neck, soft enough to make you sigh.Â
Your hand finds skin. Finally, finally, you get your hands on that damned happy trail thatâs been all but haunting your daydreams for the past months.Â
As Steve kisses down your neck, you trace the line of hair with your finger slowly. Your thumb strokes the coarse hair all the way down to his waistband, gentle and hungry all at onceâ trying to commit it all to memory. Unwittingly, Steve shivers at the motion.Â
âFuck,â his breath shudders against your neck. He tucks his face in closer, fighting the urge to press his body up against yours and grind. You feel the twitch in his hips anyway. âYou drive me crazy.âÂ
âMe too,â you gasp when he pulls off your neck, blowing cool air across the heated skin heâs been dedicating himself to. You wonder if a bruise will come up, beautiful and kiss-bitten. You clench a little at the thought, the heat between your thighs only increasing.Â
A mark from himâ a mark of a lover.Â
You want to give one to him too. Managing to remember you can do things with your hands, other than just pawing at his back, you shift them up to curl into his hair. Tugging gently, you coax his face up enough so you can nose alone the length of his neck.Â
Steveâs panting and you can hear his breath catch when you start planting kiss after kiss on his skinâ dragging your bottom lip across those glorious moles you adore so much.Â
Without meaning to, you press him back and Steve lets himself roll back onto the mattress, his hands tugging you closer. You take the invitation and struggle for a moment to get up over his hips, one leg too tangled in the blanket on the bed.Â
âMy leg,â you laugh weakly, having to retract a hand from his hair to free it. When you do, you settle down, straddling his hips, and try not to lose your confidence. Still, you canât help apologising. âSorry.âÂ
Steve peers up at you lovingly, frowning a little when you apologise. âWhat? No, itâs fine.âÂ
He shifts one hand and grabs the loose blanket beside you and then hefts it up, throwing it as far as he can off the bed with a grunt. It lands somewhere behind you with a soft noise.Â
âBlanketâs fault.â He says, brown eyes back on you. âFreaking cockblock. I got rid of him, babe, donât worry.âÂ
You snort a little, leaning down to kiss his perfect lips.
âMy hero.â You murmur sarcastically against them.Â
âOoh, say that again, baby,â Steve moans exaggeratedly, throwing his head back onto the pillow dramatic, his eyes screwed shit. Â
You laugh, unknowingly relaxing a little further into him. You swat at his chest.Â
âSteve.âÂ
âOh!â He moans again, all girlish and fake, and twists his head in the other direction. âI love it when you say my name like Iâm an idiot!âÂ
You gasp, but itâs still hidden in your laughter as you hit his chest again, for a different reason this time.Â
âDonât say that!â You say genuinely. âI donât think youâre an idiot.âÂ
Steve drops the act, his eyes creasing open to shine up at you. Heâs glowing beneath you, cheeks a bit flushed and grinning like heâs a little bit in love with you. You think he might be.Â
âNo, you donât.â He agrees. He soothes his hands up and down your sides. âOnly idiot is that idiot who let you think there was anything wrong with you.âÂ
âUgh,â you scoff. âPlease donât bring him up ever againâ least of all when weâre in bed.âÂ
Steve squeezes your sides gently and smiles up at you like he hasnât heard a word youâve said. âNoted.âÂ
And then you kiss him.Â
For a couple of minutes itâs this easy, lazy making out that you love. Though, itâs like thereâs a furnace turning up beneath you both, the intensity getting more feverish with every kiss. When Steve finally pulls back from you, panting, he looks as flustered as you feel.Â
âCan I take these off?âÂ
His fingers are curled into the waistband of your pyjama pants. You nod before you can overthink it, letting him shimmy them down your thighs and settling yourself down on the comforter. Steve sits up a bit beside you, to tug them down your legs and off your ankles.Â
Steveâs focus is on his hands but your gaze is stuck on his faceâ and you watch as he tosses your pants behind him carelessly. His eyes fix on your cunt, hidden away behind your lacy panties.Â
âWoah,â he murmurs softly, eyes flicking up to meet yours. He leans down on his elbows, one arm on either side of your hips and pings the elastic on the cutest lingerie you own. âThese are very pretty.âÂ
He sounds like he means it, his voice tinged with lust. It gives you a moment of confidence.Â
âYeah?â You ask. You slide your hands up, pushing your shirt up gingerly as you to reveal the matching bra to him.
Even from your distance, you can see how Steveâs pupils dilate, blowing way out. âYou like them?âÂ
Steve letâs out a pained noise as his head flops over, his nose pressed into your hipbone. One of his hands reaches down between his legs, adjusting himself in his pants.Â
He looks back up at you, hair a bit mussed, and pouts.
âThatâs not fair! Thatâs so not fair. Did you plan this? Blindside me by wearing my body wash and then surprise me with matching lingerie?âÂ
The way he says it, all faux accusatory, makes you grin. He sits up long enough to tug his own shirt off, discarding it behind him, and crawls up the bed to kiss you. You catch a glint of the single chain he wears around his neck before he's kissing you.
âYouââ Kiss. âlookââ Kiss. âsoââ Kiss. âfuckinâââ Kiss. âhot.âÂ
He pulls back, taking a moment to just gaze at you before he leans back further, scuttling down the sheets til heâs paused between above your legs.Â
Something within you flares hotly at the memory of the last time he was in the position. You feel a warm pulse in your cunt, a trickle of slick coating your panties. Your hips shift an inchâ half nerves, half anticipation.
Steve kisses you over your panties, like last time, the first chaste and on your clit. The next is a little lower, a little slower, his lips parting further and his tongue pressing languidly against your core. You squirm, breathing a little heavier.Â
His hands grips gently at your hips, moving up to smooth over your thighs. He lets his fingers slip forward, the tips of them pressing lightly into your inner thighs. He pulls them further apart and ruins you a bit when he kisses sweet along the skin of your thigh.Â
âIâm pretty sure we could just do this every time and Iâd be happy,â Steve says, but itâs paired a chuckle fringed with nerves.
He looks up at you and you realise it is a bit of nervousnessâ like heâs worried you might find it embarrassing just how much he likes it.Â
Your blood hums in response, warmer, all of it rushing down your body. You donât know quite what to say to that, so you say, âYeah?âÂ
Steve smiles, that flash of nervousness already gone or cleverly hidden. He gives your thighs a gentle squeeze with his large hands and rubs his cheek up against one of them.Â
âAre you kidding me? I think Iâd do anything you wanted just to hear those noises you made again.âÂ
Your lips part slightly in surprise. Heâs always so startlingly honest and forward with his feelings but, somehow, it still manages takes you by surpriseâ that heâs not at all shy about how much he likes you.Â
Scrambling for an appropriately sexy response, you come up blank and instead decide to press your thighs together. Between them, Steveâs cheeks squish forward, his lips forming an absurdly funny pout.Â
âHey!â He exclaims.
It comes out a little muffled with his face squidged up and the mixture of both his face and voice makes you laugh. You release him, legs falling apart, feeling the breath of his laugh again your skin.Â
âKidding, you can warm my ears anytime you want, honey,â Heâs still grinning up at you when he says it. Part of you know heâs being completely serious.Â
Your gut burns low. You resist the urge to squirm, feeling the heat chase down to your cunt. Itâs hard to relax when he manages to make you feel so keyed up.Â
âStop getting distracted.â You jest.Â
âYou stop getting distracted,â He jibes back, but his focus drifts back down, his eyes darkening with a fiery lust.Â
He rubs the skin of your thighs again, soothingly, and lets one hand creep forward til his knuckles are brushing up against the edge of your panties. His thumb presses forward, into the wet spot youâve soaked through.Â
Even so, he still asks, âHow we doinâ? Still feeling good?âÂ
You nod quickly, then think verbal confirmation is probably far better. âYeah, still good.âÂ
Realising youâre staring up at the ceiling, hard, you flick your eyes down between your legs. Even if it doesnât feel particularly sexy, you still have to say it. âThank you for checking.âÂ
âOf course,â Steve says. He pinches the elastic of your panties lightly, his eyebrows raising in question. âGonna take these off, yeah? Then you let me know if you donât like anything Iâm doing.âÂ
Despite your history, a huge part of you wants to say yeah, fat chance of that because yeah, youâre beginning to wonder if your boyfriend has some genuinely magical fingers. And a magical mouth. And wait, does that mean his coâ
The thought gets ripped away as you feel your panties get tugged downwards and you quickly lift your hips to help. Though heâs seen you bare before, itâs impossible to stop the flush that rolls through your body, hot and tinged with embarrassment. You want to close your legs but Steve between them prevents that from happening.Â
âHere,â Steve hums, reaching a hand up to scoop up your own from the bedsheets.
He gives it a quick kiss on the palm and then moves it up to land in his hair. âYou let me know how mâdoing, okay?âÂ
Your fingers curl into his brunette locks automatically and grip tightly when he leans in, his hot tongue dipping between your folds. Pleasure drips into your body as he begins to lick softly, his skilled tongue finding your bundle of nerves quickly and twisting around it.Â
Heat builds. You close your eyes and let yourself enjoy it, soft pants escaping your lips as Steve kisses and suckles where youâre most sensitive, til thereâs a moan lacing every breath.Â
Fuck, heâs so good at this. How is he so good at this?Â
One of his hands on your thighs starts to knead gently as the other one slides forward, til his thumb is rested at your slicked entrance. He hasnât stopped sucking on your clit but your sudden sharp inhale catches his attention.Â
âSorry,â you say instinctively.Â
âItâs fine,â Steve soothes, his thumb circling around your soaked hole, which clenches in response.
He kisses your thigh. Desire burns you up from within, your fingers twisting a little tighter in his hair, giving away your nerves.Â
âWeâre just figuring out what you like, yeah?â He muses, his words half comfort, half lust.Â
You nod but donât speak, trying to trust him enough to let his words calm you. Steve gives you a moment to breathe before he resumes the work with his mouth, his hot mouth suckling at your clit once again.Â
He waits until youâre back to those quiet, shy lusty little noises before he tries again, prodding softly at your entrance in warning before he gently sinks his finger in. You gasp again, hands tightening in his hair â as something molten hot shoots right up your spine.Â
âSteve,â you cry out his name. It feels... good, which feels like a fucking miracle in itself. He begins to fuck the finger in and out slowly, still lapping at your clit. A heat that youâve only felt once before starts to nip at your skin, bleeding into each nerve.Â
Your panting grows heavier and without meaning to, you clench down around him, desperate for a little more.Â
âSee, you like that one, huh?â Steve mumbles against you, his dark eyes flashing up to take in your face contorted in pleasure. His cock thickens unbearably in his pants, too confined. You nod, hair scrunching up against the pillow.Â
âYeaâyes,â You say, feeling your hips rock down an inch. You want more of that.Â
Steve obliges, more than willingly, adding another finger. It slides in with little resistance. Itâs hotter than anything else to get to see you like this, pliant and horny, rocking your hips against his mouth.Â
To get to make you like thisâ sucking on your cute little clit and fucking his fingers in, hearing the adorable squelch of your wetness. Youâre so turned on it makes his brain melt a bit, the way youâre leaking all over his fingers. Steveâs cock throbs desperatelyâ but he wants to make sure youâre stretched out enough to take him. If you want that, that is.
He eases one more finger in, keeping a careful watch on your face to see how you take it. You keen beautifully, back arching slightly as he curls his fingers and begins to stretch you out.Â
You pant deliriously, these tiny whimpers beginning to slip out your throat. Steve wishes he could see your face, the cute scrunch of your brows as you moanâ but happily settles for latching his lips back onto your cunt.Â
Three fingers feel even better than two, you find, as you grip the sheets tightlyâ youâre throbbing but in this torturous way, balancing on the edge of too much and not enough. Thereâs a hint of pain lingering at the back, but not enough to distract you from the pleasure.Â
It takes you by surprise then, when the pleasure suddenly tapers off, your eyes creasing up open and head popping up. You realise Steve is slowly stopping, his slick fingers slipping out of you as he sits back up a bit.Â
âWhyâd you stop?â You say without thinking.
Flushing, you quickly follow it up. âEveryâ everything okay?âÂ
God, you sound wiped. Your chest is still heaving and your clit twitches, missing the stimulation of your boyfriendâs mouth. The air smells honeyed and perfumed with sex.Â
âYou tell me,â Steve murmurs sweetly, his lips grazing the inside of your knee in an almost kiss. âYou said you wanted to do more. Is this enough more?âÂ
Your heart nearly bursts in the pure consideration. God, heâs so fucking nice to you. So unbothered to take things your pace, so attuned to making you feel good. You know that you could happily do this more for the rest of the night.Â
But itâs not what you had in mind â and the longer you wait, the more youâre beginning to crave getting Steve to a similar state youâre in. Moaning, flushed in the face, his hands buried in your hair.Â
âWe can do more,â You say, your voice dropping back into that shy whisper.Â
Steve watches you closely, his hand still absentmindedly rubbing at your thigh dotingly.Â
You clear your throat and speak a little louder. âI wanna do more.âÂ
âYeah?â Steve says, his grin growing. He huffs and shakes his head a little, dropping your gaze.Â
âI mean, believe me, even if we justââ He gestures vaguely between your thighs. ââ did this all night? Night well spent.âÂ
You know he means it, especially with his hungry gaze that dips back down, his tongue slipping out to lick his bottom lip briefly.
You press up onto one elbow and reach out one hand, hooking your finger over the one single chain he wears. Thereâs a ring looped on it, the one you gave him as a promise, and just the sight of it makes you glow inside.Â
You tug the chain forward lightly and him with it, Steve shifting up the bed til youâre nearly face to face, his frame hovering above you. The beds dips beneath his hands as they crawl up to either side of your waist, his intense eyes locking onto your face. He might be holding his breath.Â
Swallowing, you move up and press your lips to his in a slow, soft kiss. It turns deeper, hotter, heavier. You swipe your tongue into his mouth and Steve lets out a pitiful noise in response, pressing his mouth against yours desperately.Â
Drawing back with a little gasp, you open your eyes and repeat your earlier sentiment, âI want to do more.âÂ
Steve watches you, his exhale shaking slightly. You dot a kiss on his cheek quick, pulling back to meet his eyes.
âI want to do more with you.âÂ
A kiss on his other cheek, just as fast. Pink blooms beneath where your lips touch.
âI want to do more, right now.âÂ
Steve smiles splits into a grin, his eyes shining as he chuckles, the sound doused in fondness. âOkay, okay, I got the message,â He murmurs.Â
Pushing back to sit on his heels, he turns and rummages around in his bedside table for a moment. You lay back on the pillows and try catch your breath, knowing itâs only a matter of time before itâs stolen once more.Â
When Steve pulls back, thereâs a row of condoms in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. He tears off one of the condoms and throws the rest of them behind him without thought.
You canât help but tilt your head up, neck straining a bit, not wanting to look away for a moment as Steve raises onto his knees and pushes his boxers down. His cock kicks up, released from its confines with a soft slap against his happy trail.Â
Unwittingly, your mouth waters a bit.
And look, youâve seen a dick before, okay? Itâs pretty hard to sleep with someone and not see one, unless you have your eyes closed the entire time.Â
But Steveâs cock isâŚÂ pretty.Â
Pink and aching, the head of it slick with a bit of pre-cumâ that you realise heâs gotten from being worked up whilst eating you out. You gush a little at the dizzying thought.Â
You want to touch it â or put it in your mouth so you can drool over it, can suck on it, can feel the heady weight of it on your tongue. Or, as you realise what the ache of your cunt means, you really, really want him to fuck you with it.Â
Instinct drives your thighs apart, beckoning him between them. Steveâs eyes darken as he notes the motion, moving a bit more hastily to tear the condom packet open. He rolls it down his length, quick and precise.Â
âOkay,â Steve breathes, reaching out for the lube and drizzling a generous amount into his palm. He keeps the bottle within reach as he slicks it over his heavy cock, a beautiful groan pushing out his throat as he does.Â
âOkay,â He says again, a little breathier than before. Shuffling forward, Steve lines himself up with your core gently before halting. His eyes dart up to your face.
âYou let me know if thereâs anything you donât like or you wanna stop.âÂ
You nod, his ardent care only serving to fuel your lust. Youâll coo over it in the afterglowâ right now you want to be around him, want to feel him pulsing inside you, want to feel full where youâre suddenly feeling so, so empty.Â
Steve shifts forward, beginning to sink into you with a low groan of pleasure.Â
The first few seconds are bliss â Steveâs done his job well at warming you up and something hungry awakens with a burst of pleasure as you take the first few inches.
Then, something a little more uncomfortable joins the mix.Â
You try not to squirm, disappointment inflating as your pleasure is robbed by the twinges of pain. Itâs not unbearable but youâre enjoying yourself less. Steve moves in another inch and then discomfort abruptly becomes pain.
You inhale sharply, teeth gritted together, and Steve stops moving in an instant.Â
âWoah, yâokay?âÂ
You nod, even as your eyes slip shut. Half of this is a mental game, you know thatâyouâll never loosen up if you donât try to relax.Â
âYeah,â you say quietly, voice a bit tight. âJustâ just gimme a minute.âÂ
Steve murmurs a quiet sure but after a moment he says, âWait, lemmeââ and moves forward so heâs hovering above you instead of sitting back, your faces much closer now. The jostling doesnât help but having Steve closer does.Â
He keeps his hips as still as he can and kisses your cheek. You donât open your eyes just yet, willing yourself desperately to relax, to enjoy it. You take a deep breath.
âWe can stop,â Steve whispers.Â
You shake your head. Creasing your eyes open, you move your hands up so you can twine them around Steveâs neck in almost a hug. Steve leans down and kisses your cheek again, then steals a kiss from your lips.Â
âI wannaââ You gasp, frustration mounting at how the pain doesnât seem to be subsiding. You sound miserable as you cling to him closer. âI want this to work.âÂ
âItâs okay if it doesnât,â Steve responds, his arm shifting up so he can trace his thumb over your cheekbone.Â
The movement moves his hips forward another inch, pain spiking so severely that you wince aloud, your face pinched in discomfort. Thatâs all it takes for Steve to shift back, easing out of you gently. Youâre devastated at the relief that follows.Â
âOkay, Iâm not doing that if it hurts youââÂ
âIt wasnât,â You lie fruitlessly. You know Steve heard your winceâbut maybe if you lie, you can trick your body.Â
Hands coming up to cover your face, you scrunch your eyes up, annoyed at how they sting with tears so quickly. Your voice is all wobbly when you say, âIâm sorry. I'm sorry, I really want this to work, Steve.âÂ
Steve aches at your words, moving in to tug at your hands. His voice is soft, sweet.
âHey, hey, I know that, sweetheart.âÂ
You donât let him in, hands still shielding your face. He kisses your knuckles instead, his thumbs swiping up and down your wrists comfortingly.Â
He waits a moment before he continues, voice buttery soft, âI know you want this. Itâs not your fault if your body only likes it some ways and not others. You canât control that and I know that.â Â
You take one deep breath and it shudders as you inhale, sounding far too teary for Steveâs liking. He tugs at your wrists again, relieved when you let him pull them away tentatively. You arenât crying but you look damn near close.Â
âWhatâs got you so upset, huh?â Steve coos, nuzzling in close, his nose brushing against yours.
He releases your wrists to cup your face, tender and soft, his brows knit together in his concern. âYou know I donât mind- I told you that I donât care what we do, just that youâre enjoying it.âÂ
You take another shaky inhale, a little more stable than the last. Steve can feel how you move to press back against him, nuzzling him back. You take another moment before you reply.Â
âI just-â You start, voice still tight. âItâs so stupid. I wanted itâ I wanted to enjoy it. And that doesnât even seem to matter to my body. It doesnât even change how it feels and that sucks. Like I canât control this part of me.âÂ
Steve listens dutifully, waiting til you finish and your eyes find him.
âWell,â He starts, averting his eyes somewhat sheepishly. âTake everything I say with a grain of salt, okay? But⌠your body doesnât hurt just to mess with you, right?âÂ
He waits a moment for your tentative nod. âRight. So, itâs not for nothing. Itâs trying to tell you something and- and ignoring that isnât having control. You have to listen and work with your body â itâs your partner in all this.âÂ
âI thought you were my partner,â you whisper, the small smile on your lips giving away your joke. Steve faux rolls his eyes and kisses the tip of your nose.Â
âIâm your other partner.â He smiles. Then sighs, casting his gaze above your head for a moment before meeting your eyes again. âAm I making any sense?âÂ
Wiggling one hand up, you place it on his cheek tenderly and begin to whisper. âYouâre making a lot of sense actually.âÂ
Steve sighs, leaning his face into the palm of your hand with a huff. âWell, thatâs a relief.âÂ
For a minute, thereâs only quiet. Your emotions come down from their swell and you take the time to admire the beautiful boy above you, who seems to be doing just the same to you.Â
After a moment of time, you clear your throat and say, âCan we try again?âÂ
Steve seems to think on it for a moment before he nods, turning to kiss your palm.Â
âThis is gonna make me sound like a total guy,â He says, words muffled against your hand. His brown eyes flash up to yours, darting between them. âBut maybe we should try from the back. Like, different angle and all.âÂ
You snort, unable to hold it in because it does sound like such a guy thing to say. Even so, you give a little nod, eager to try something else. You donât even want to acknowledge the mounting dread around disappointing Steve â even with all his assurances, you canât help but feel as though this has been one gigantic let down.Â
As Steve shifts back, you become suddenly aware of the lubed up slick spot on your thigh where Steve's cock was resting and scrunch your nose with a laugh. Peering down, you drag a finger through the wetness left on it.Â
âEw,â you laugh.Â
âEw?â Steve echoes incredulously. âAlright, thatâs it.â His sits up and back, his hands darting down lightning fast, manoeuvring you all of sudden. He hooks his hands under your hips and lifts, twisting so youâre suddenly splayed on your front.Â
Youâre giggling all the while, drunk on the feeling of your boyfriendâs hands as they trail up your sides. The hair of his tanned scrapes against your back as he leans in, mouthing along your shoulder towards your neck.Â
You find your knees and prop yourself up on them, lifting your hips off the sheets of Steveâs bed. At the angle heâs draped himself over you, itâs a perfect line up of his cock with your cunt, the head of it teasing your entrance when you push back.Â
You're relieved that your emotional moment hadn't killed the mood altogether. That same hot, pulsating want from before tears through you and Steve takes a stuttering breath, the slightest moan in his throat. You feel his forehead press against your shoulder blade, as though heâs trying to compose himself.Â
âYou-â He says, the word catching in his throat. As if unable to help himself, his hips grind forward, pushing his aching cock between your slick folds. You make pitiful, keening noises in response, a thread of pleasure run through the two of you.Â
âYou ready?â Steve asks shakily. He relents some of his closeness to grab the lube, giving another generous drizzle into his palm to slather over himself.Â
âPlease,â you whisper, pushing yourself back an inch.Â
This time when Steve pushes himself in, the bliss stretches out, lasting more than just the first couple seconds. You make a high, breathy sigh of a noise and your head drops forward.Â
Steve pauses, his breathing on the ragged side, and checks in. âStill feeling okay?âÂ
You nod feverishly, a whine building up in your throat that threatens to escape if Steve doesnât move. Or maybe if he does move. You canât tell â canât tell anything other than how good it feels to have him inside you, hot and throbbing.Â
âYes,â you manage to gasp out. âYeah, keeping going, please,âÂ
Steve grunts, complying in an instant, sinking his cock further in. Something inside you tightens up againâ but itâs not nearly as noticeable as last time. Still, Steve recognises it and he slows for a moment.Â
âIâm okay,â you assure breathily, face nearly pressed into the bed. You need him to keep moving.Â
And he does; his cock sinks in another inch right as his hand creeps around your hip, searching for something blindly. You barely get one moment of confusion before his calloused fingers drag through the slick on your cunt and move up, pushing against your clit purposefully.Â
You moan, loud and high. The friction of your clit is enough to make your thighs spread a little wider and your hips move back before you even realise what youâre doing, almost the rest of Steveâs cock sinking inside you. It feels good but something else pinches up inside you.
Steve moans, muffling the sound into your skin as he hides his face in your neck.Â
You pant, suddenly dreading how you can feel the prick of pain on the fringes of your pleasure if Steve stretches you too far. "Don't- n-not too much," You warn gently, the words all breathy, still swathed in your pleasure. "Iâuhâ fuck, I don't think I can take it all."
You feel Steve's nod against the back of your neck, accompanied by a low hum in his throat.
âY-yeah, okay,â He stammers. His hips roll forward and he follows your word, not quite pushing all the way in. "F-Fuck."
His breath is hot on your neck and the sudden urge for his kiss is nearly overwhelming. Even not facing him, the way Steve drapes himself around you, gentle even with how he grinds his hips into yours, feels intimate. Your cunt gives a soft squelch.Â
âOh fuck,â Steve gasps, stilling completely â the feeling of you wrapped around him is enough to nearly push him to the edge. He screws his eyes closed and whimpers, trying to keep himself together.Â
âYâokay?â You whisper breathily after a couple of moments, forehead pressed into the sheets. Your hips move just a little bit, shifting in a little circle so his cock slides out an inch, his fingertips grazing across your clit again.Â
âIângh-â Another whine slips out from his throat at your movement and Steveâs hand slips back, gripping your hip tightly. âJesus Christ. Y-Yeah Iâm good, just trying not toâ fuck- end this too quickly.âÂ
He moves a bit, readjusting him arms to hold weight up a little easier.
âBut youâre really wet and, like, really warm,â He grunts, almost accusingly. âAnd I really like you, so,âÂ
You canât help it â a little laugh titters out of you, one of pure delight because Steve is sincere about his feelings. The laugh only serves to make Steve groan louder.Â
âShit,â He gasps, his forehead pressing into your shoulder. âYou canât laugh right now, itâs so not helping.âÂ
âSorry,â you laugh again, a little more apologetic this time.Â
Then, after a moment of gathered bravery, you say, âI donât think I like this position. I canât see your face.âÂ
Steve makes a pained noise from behind you, a breathy and sharp inhale, and suddenly his grip on your hip is twice as tight.Â
âIâm gonna need you to stop talking. Please.â He grits out, voice sounding tight and barely restraining the moan in it. âIâm trying really hard here but youâre making this impossible.âÂ
Steve shifts on his elbow again, bicep bulging as he lowers himself to one side. His hips press into your backside, sinking himself further into your wet heat, as he settles his weight down onto the mattress. The springs make a noise in protest.Â
Youâre still closely intertwined, Steve pressed up against you, still throbbing within you, but now itâs more like⌠youâre spooning.
You settle down too, forcing out an exhale to let yourself melt back into Steveâs chest.Â
He lets out a soft groan again but the new position means he can bury his face in your neck properlyâ and when you turn your head right, he seizes the chance for a kiss.Â
He kisses sweet and slow to begin with, plush lips nipping at yours as if youâre not already in the throes of sex. Like he kisses you hello. His nose nudges against yours and he shimmies an arm beneath you on the bed. It curls itself around your stomach and Steve uses it to bring you even closer.Â
âIs this better?â He whispers. He nudges his hips for a bit, giving a gentle thrust. Something warm flares at the pit of your belly, hungry for more. âStill okay?âÂ
You nod, a whimper escaping your throat as you steal another kiss from his lips. âYes,â You whisper, lips scraping against his, hardly believing it. âFeelsâ feels good, baby,â
Steve finally gives in to his moan, a beautiful noise that sends heat rushing between your thighs. He begins to move more, building a gentle rhythm as he fucks into you, sensual and adoring all in one.Â
Time drips away. You feel much warmer now, pressed up against Steveâs chest, with his kisses all around. One of his hands stays dutifully between your legs, pushing around your bundle of nerves and pulling weak, soft noises from you. The other, you cling to, your fingers twisted as best they can with his.
Pleasure wraps the pair of you up til a soft glow of sex and love settles over the both of you. Steve murmurs doting words, an endless stream of encouragement pouring from his mouth as he nibbles at the shell of your ear.Â
Still feelinâ good? Yeah, you are. Just listen to you- sounding so pretty wrapped around my cock.Â
Fuck, your pussy makes the cutest noises. So wet fâme, isnât she? God, you drive me crazy.Â
Youâre taking me so well, yeah? Being so fuckinâ good fâme- letting me know how you feel. Mâso lucky - fuckinâ loveâ love this with you.
You donât even realise when every gasp out your mouth has turned into a moan, each breath building and mounting. Your chest heaves and Steveâs motions go from lazy to focused. His hips slow a little but his fingers over your clit speed up, dancing across the nerves perfectly.Â
You clutch desperately at the arm he has wrapped around your waist, your head thrown back to rest on his shoulders with your eyes screwed shut. Your hole clenches wildly as you hurtle towards your orgasmâ and go right over the edge without warning.Â
You make this cute little gasping noise, high pitched and wrapped in a pretty sigh, and Steve doesn't think he's ever heard something so sensual, so pretty. His blood seems to thrum in response, pleasure turning the coil in his gut tighter and tighter.
Euphoria melts into your body and you sag into it with a drawn out soft moan, turning your face to search for Steveâs in an instant. One of your hands darts up, sloppily reaching for the back of his neck, suddenly starved of a kiss.Â
You find his lips right as Steve finds his peakâ his handsome face screwing up as he all but whines into your mouth. You capture it, some heavy, open mouthed kiss of desperation shared between you.Â
Pleasure flows over you, hot and heavy, fuelled by the frantic grinds of Steveâs hips into yours as he whimpers into your mouth. Even though some part of you feels vulgar, another, louder, part of you feels like you've taken part in something sacred. Steve's fierce kiss certain feels akin to something holy. Â
After a minute, the euphoria fades. You settle back into your body, feeling the scratch of the cotton sheets beneath you, the sweat of Steveâs chest on your back, the slightly discomfort in between your thighs.Â
Steve can feel it, the moment you tense back up, some unwelcome twinge of pain in your gut. Heâs shuffling back and pulling out before you even have to ask.
Without his chest to lean on, you roll backward naturally and flop onto your back, still panting lightly. Steve shifts up to hover above you.Â
âYou good?â He asks, that same breathlessness in his voice. He smiles handsomely, his hair a little limper than usual, flopping over his forehead. He looks gorgeous. âYou did great.âÂ
That almost makes you laugh, the sincere praise so like one might give a child, but Steve seals it with a kiss to your forehead. Your laugh turns into a sheepish but giddy grin. âIâm gonna take the condom off, Iâll be right back.âÂ
He disappears from your line of sight for a minute or two and you can hear him rustling around in his room.
Without any distractions, you suddenly remember the film youâd put on in the beginning, still running at the end of the bedâ the final credits are just starting to roll. The streetlights glow a little brighter in the evening dark through the curtains.Â
You huff out a breath and your smile comes without even trying. In fact, if Steve hadnât come back when he did, youâre sure you wouldâve started giggle to yourself madly, cocooned in your own contentedness. That same awed, gleeful smile just like the first time round.
âYou look like a dope, smiling like that, you know that?â
Steveâs wearing a pair of boxers, green plaid, and heâs got a fresh, warm wash-cloth in his hands.Â
"I didn't know that," You muse playfully.
âHey,â He changes tone to less playful, kneeling on the bed. You notice the change of clothes in his other hand when he throws them onto the duvet beside him. âMâjust gonna clean you up a bit, that okay?âÂ
Youâre sure thereâs a pinch of embarrassment in you somewhere but, still blissed from your orgasm, you canât manage to find it. Steve is quick and precise, the warm cloth wiping up any excess sticky fluids. He kisses the inside of your knee when heâs done.Â
âAll done,â He murmurs, climbing back off the bed in the direction of the bathroom, switching off the television as he does. He gestures to the clothes at the foot of the bed as he walks. âYâcan wear these if you want.âÂ
Finally feeling less flattened, you shift up to lean on your elbows. Heâs grabbed you a pair of his boxers, the matching blue pair to his green, and one of his old Hawkins swim-team shirts. You slip into both quickly, your heart going a bit fuzzy with how soft the shirt is.Â
Then you crawl beneath the covers, blood still rushing far faster than usual and a satisfied tiredness beginning to sink into your body. You can't help but thinking it all over â Steve's mouth between your legs, the feel of him sinking into you, the ecstasy of falling apart in his arms.
Part of you hadn't wanted to acknowledge that, well, it fucking worked this time and you enjoyed it. A niggly fear about jinxing it. Like if you pointed it out, it would incite the likelihood of your body turning on you once more. Robbing you of pleasure and experience in equal measure.
But when Steve comes bounding back to the bed, dragging back the covers to join you beneath them, you speak first.
"So, that didn't suck." You say excitedly, biting back your grin as Steve settles down beside you.
Together, you share one pillow as he scooches in closer. His hands reach out, searching for you amongst the sheets. When he finds your hips, he uses them to drag you closer to him, a halfhearted cuddle.
He lets out a puff of air against the pillow, a light snort. "I mean, hopefully it didn't just not suck."
If you had more energy, you might give him a playful shove because you know he knows what you mean. He'd seen the whole display of nervous emotions attached to sex all the way leading up to it.
Instead, heart feeling awfully gooey in your chest, you seize the opportunity to press in closer to him. Your head tucks beneath his chin, your lips barely grazing his throat.
"It was really good." You whisper, lashes fluttering as your eyes fight to stay open. Steve's warm on a good day. He's hot as a furnace with all the blood that's pumping around still. Perfect for snuggling up with.
"Yeah?" He sounds delightfully pleased, but not the smug kind. He sounds happy that you enjoyed it.
Then he whispers, "Told you it wasn't you."
His big palm sweeps up your back soothingly.
He's right. You've never been so glad to be on the receiving end of an I told you so before. Not that Steve would say that (at least, not right now).
Cuddling in closer, you wriggle one hand out from beneath the covers, not bothering to pull back or open your eyes when you murmur, "Just had sex high-five?"
You can feel Steve's laugh as it rumbles through his throat. It's an inside joke now, it seems.
"Hell yeah." He wiggles one hand free and slaps it against yours, probably a little harder than necessary. You laugh too, the sound a mixture of joy and sleep.
And yeah, okay, you might get it now. The whole big fuss around sex that everyone seems to makeâbut maybe you don't entirely agree with them.
There was something more in the... trust. In knowing that Steve wouldn't have cared which way it happened, as long as you were both enjoying it. In the intimacy shared, even before you had ever slept together. In the waiting. In the wantingâfor both yourself and for Steve.
There's some grandeur discovery you've uncovered, you're sure of it, about the mystery and craze around sex. You just keep losing the string of thoughts to your slumber which drifts ever closer.
Oh well. You can always put it all together in the morning when you're not so tempted by sleep and bundled up in the arms of a boy who you love. For now, you drift off, fulfilled and content.
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Break In, Breakdown
Charles Leclerc x Reader
Summary: when a break in destroys your peace of mind, Charles is determined to do all he can to help you regain it
Warnings: armed forcible entry
You wake with a start, your heart pounding. The sound of shattering glass echoes through the spacious apartment.
You sit up slowly, straining to hear any other noises over the hammering of your pulse. Charles is away for the night, called suddenly to Maranello earlier to test new upgrades.
Youâre alone.
Sliding out from beneath the covers, you tiptoe to the bedroom door and ease it open. The living room is cast in shadow, shards of moonlight slicing through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Broken glass glitters across the hardwood. A cool breeze drifts in through the now empty pane.
You freeze, listening. The only sound is the thudding of your heart. Whoever broke in must still be here. You consider your options. The front door is on the other side of the living room â you would never make it. The balcony? No, youâre too high up.
That leaves only one choice. The bathroom.
As soundlessly as you can, you close the bedroom door and lock it, then dash on trembling legs into the en-suite bathroom. You lock this door too, then scramble for your phone. Your hands are slick with cold sweat as you dial Charlesâ number.
âHello?â His voice, groggy with sleep, comes over the line. In the background, you hear the muffled sounds of his hotel room.
âCharles!â You whisper urgently. âSomeone broke into the apartment!â
âWhat?â All traces of sleepiness vanish from his tone. Fabric rustles as he sits up quickly. âAre you okay? Where are you?â
âIâm locked in the bathroom. I heard glass breaking and got scared. I didnât know what else to do!â Your voice cracks as you struggle to keep it low. Tears blur your vision.
âShh shh, itâs okay. You did the right thing.â Charles soothes. âDid you see anyone?â
You hug your knees to your chest. âNo, the living room was empty when I looked. But they have to still be here!â
A tense silence. Then rapid French. You imagine Charles running a hand through his tousled hair, brow creased in thought.
âThe police are on their way,â he says finally. âTheyâll be there soon. Just stay hidden and keep talking to me, alright?â
You nod before remembering he canât see you. âOkay.â
For a few moments, the only sounds are your shaky breathing and the muffled noises of Charles moving around his hotel room. You flinch as a loud bang echoes through the apartment, followed by heavy footsteps. Whoever broke in is still here, and on the move.
âI heard something,â you whisper to Charles. âI think theyâre looking for me.â
âItâs going to be okay.â Charlesâ voice remains steady, but you hear the undercurrent of fear. âHelp is coming. Just stay quiet and-â
He cuts off as the bathroom doorknob rattles violently. You slap a hand over your mouth to hold in a scream.
âY/N? What was that?â Charles demands.
âTheyâre trying to get in!â You whimper. âThe doorknob ...â
Another bang shakes the door. You scramble into the empty bathtub, trying to make yourself smaller. If they get in here, you have nowhere to go.
âY/N, listen to me.â Charles speaks urgently. âI need you to stay calm. Breathe. The police will be there any minute.â
You squeeze your eyes shut, tears leaking down your cheeks. âOkay,â you whisper.
The intruder hammers on the door again. Wood splinters â it wonât hold much longer. You think of Charlesâ smile, his bright green eyes. You wish more than anything he was here with you now, holding you in his strong arms. But heâs hours away, and can do nothing but listen helplessly as danger looms.
âCharles?â You say softly.
âYes? Iâm right here.â His voice cracks.
âI love you.â You put as much feeling into the words as you can. Just in case theyâre your last. âSo much.â
âOh god, Y/N ...â Charles trails off. You hear a muffled sob. âI love you too. More than you can imagine. You mean everything to me.â
The bathroom door splinters open. A masked figure looms in the doorway, gun glinting dully in their hand. Your scream lodges in your throat.
Charles is saying your name, voice panicked. You canât find the air to respond. This is it. You close your eyes as the intruder raises their gun.
A deafening bang. Your scream. Then ⌠nothing.
When you force your eyes open, the intruder is being detained on the floor. In their place stand two police officers, weapons drawn.
âMadame, are you hurt?â One officer approaches slowly, holstering his gun.
You shake your head mutely. On the phone, Charles is frantically calling your name.
âIâm okay,â you gasp out. âThe police are here.â
Charlesâ ragged exhale echoes your own shaking breath. You cling to the phone like a lifeline. He murmurs reassuring words as the officers help you from the tub and wrap a blanket around your shoulders.
When you finally end the call, your hands shake so badly you nearly drop the phone. You wish desperately to feel his arms around you.
But the police insist no one can enter until the scene is processed. You wait alone on the sofa, raw fear seeping from your bones and leaving you limp and exhausted. As dawn lightens the shattered window frames, Charlesâ car screeches into the street. Heâs still in a rumpled t-shirt and pajama pants, hair wild from raking his fingers through it. The moment his gaze lands on you, heâs across the room, gathering you against his chest. You cling to him, finally letting the terrified tears fall.
âItâs okay. Iâve got you. Youâre safe now,â he murmurs against your hair.
You breathe him in, the familiar smell of his skin and cologne. Here, wrapped in his embrace, you can almost believe the words are true.
***
Morning light filters through the blinds of Charlesâ childhood bedroom, casting stripes across the quilt tucked around you.
Itâs strange, being surrounded by remnants of his boyhood. Posters of racing legends. Miniature models of the Ferrari Enzo and Michael Schumacherâs F2002. A framed picture of a beaming preteen Charles standing in front of a gleaming kart. You trail your eyes over the silver trophies lining the shelves. Hard to believe that bright-eyed boy would become your own champion one day.
It seems easier to focus on the distant past than to think about the present.
Youâve barely slept, your body tense as a livewire beneath the covers. Every small noise makes you flinch.
Charlesâ arms tighten around you. His chest rises and falls steadily with sleep against your back. Being here, wrapped securely in his embrace, is the only thing that kept hysteria at bay through the long night.
You shift carefully in his arms, turning to study his face. His features are relaxed, lips parted slightly. Dark stubble shadows his jaw. He looks younger like this, the crease between his brows smoothed away. You reach out to brush an unruly lock of hair off his forehead.
At your touch, his brows pinch. Slowly his eyes drift open, blinking against the sunlight. He offers a drowsy smile.
âHi,â he murmurs.
âHi.â You try to return the smile, but it wavers. Being awake again means facing the suffocating weight of remembered fear.
Charlesâ own smile fades. Propping himself up on one elbow, he reaches to cradle your face in his palm. âHow are you feeling?â
You open your mouth to respond, but your throat closes up. You just shake your head, feeling the sting of tears.
âOh, mon amour.â Charles pulls you against his chest. You cling to him, fighting back sobs.
He begins to slowly stroke your hair. âItâs okay. Let it out.â
You do, great heaving sobs muffled in his t-shirt. He holds you silently, lips moving against your hair in a continuous litany of comfort.
When the storm of weeping passes, you keep your head tucked beneath his chin. His steady heartbeat thumps against your cheek.
âIâm scared,â you whisper finally.
His arms tighten around you. âI know. But I promise, youâre safe here. No one can hurt you.â
You nod against his chest. But the truth haunts you â nowhere feels safe anymore. Not when someone invaded the place you called home. Violated your very sense of security.
Sensing your spiraling thoughts, Charles pulls back. He tilts your chin up until your tearful gaze meets his.
âListen to me. I will do whatever it takes to make sure you feel safe again. Weâll find a new apartment, one with top of the line security. Iâll hire personal protection to be with you whenever I canât. Whatever you need, just say the word.â
You search his eyes, finding only earnestness and love shining back. âYouâd really do all that for me?â
He brushes his thumb over your cheekbone. âOf course. Iâd move heaven and earth for you. Your safety and peace of mind are the most important things in the world to me.â
Fresh tears well in your eyes, but this time touched by gratitude. You lean in to brush a soft kiss over his lips. âThank you. Just ⌠thank you.â
He smiles tenderly, kissing the tip of your nose. âAlways.â
The bedroom door creaks open slowly. Charlesâ mother peers in.
âOh good, youâre awake.â She bustles into the room bearing a heavily laden breakfast tray. âIâve brought up some breakfast. You both must be famished.â
She settles the tray over your laps before perching on the edge of the bed. Reaching out, she pats your blanket-covered knee.
âHow are you holding up, dear?â Her eyes, so like your husbandâs, are full of maternal concern.
You muster a shaky smile. âAs well as I can be. Thank you again for letting us stay here.â
âOf course, of course!â She waves a hand. âYouâre family. Mi casa es su casa, as they say.â
Charles reaches for your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze as he smiles gratefully at his mother. âWe really appreciate it, Maman. This means the world to us right now.â
Pascale pats his cheek fondly. âIâm always here if you need me. Both of you.â She stands. âNow, eat up while itâs still warm!â
After the door clicks shut behind Pascale, Charles passes you a mug of hot tea. The chamomile soothes your frayed nerves. Under Charlesâ attentive care, you manage to eat a few bites of crepe. But your appetite remains muted, stomach churning with anxiety.
Sensing your lingering unease, Charles sets the tray aside. He shifts down on the bed, resting his head on the pillow beside yours. You roll onto your side facing him.
His hand comes up to trail soothingly along your arm. âTalk to me. What can I do?â
You chew your lower lip. âJust hold me? Iâm still feeling really shaky.â
âOf course.â He opens his arms and you nestle against his chest. His steady heartbeat thumps beneath your ear.
You cling to him like a life raft, fighting against the rising tide of panic. âI canât stop imagining it all happening again. What if they find us again?â
Charles frames your face in both hands. His gaze bores fiercely into yours. âListen to me. I will never let anyone hurt you. Not here, not anywhere. I promise you that.â
His passionate sincerity helps loosen the iron bands constricting your lungs. You can breathe a little easier.
âOkay.â You whisper. âI trust you.â
He presses a fervent kiss to your forehead. âIâll do whatever it takes to rebuild that sense of safety for you. For now, just try to rest. Youâre exhausted.â
Heâs right. Bone-deep fatigue drags at you. But every time you close your eyes, visions of leering masked faces loom in the darkness. You shrink closer to Charles with a whimper.
âShh, Iâve got you.â His arms tighten around you. âFocus on me, the sound of my voice. Picture us somewhere you feel totally at peace.â
You press your ear over his heart again, letting its steady rhythm center you. âTell me about it? The peaceful place.â
âHmm ...â He strokes your hair thoughtfully. âHow about a tropical island? Powder-fine sand, so white itâs nearly blinding. The water so perfectly blue and clear, like colored glass. Gentle waves lapping the shore.â
You can picture it perfectly with the aid of his lyrical descriptions. The sun warming your skin, Charlesâ hand clasped in yours as you stroll the beach. A light breeze tossing his hair as his laughter mingles with the cries of seabirds.
âThereâs a little cabana right on the water, with an open balcony and gauzy curtains fluttering in the wind ...â
Lulled by Charlesâ calming voice, you feel your body slowly relax, sinking into the mattress. He continues spinning vivid visions until you finally drift off. Safe in the circle of his arms, nightmares canât reach you.
When you wake, sunlight slants through the blinds at a different angle.
Afternoon.
Youâre curled on your side, Charles a solid weight against your back. His chin rests atop your head, arms wound protectively around you even in sleep.
You snuggle back into his embrace. For the first time since the break in, you feel a spark of hope. With Charles by your side, you know youâll get through this. Heâll keep you safe.
***
Keys jangle outside the door of your new apartment. You look up from your book with a smile as Charles steps inside, hiding something behind his back.
âWhat are you up to?â You ask, marking your page. Ever since you moved, Charles has been full of little surprises to help you feel at home.
He grins, eyes glinting. âI have someone who wants to meet you.â From behind his back he produces a tiny black Doberman puppy with soulful dark eyes. It squirms eagerly in his hands.
You gasp, immediately reaching for the pup. Its pink tongue darts out to lick your fingertips. âYou didnât!â
Charles laughs. âI wanted to get you a guard dog, one specially trained to protect you. Sheâll go everywhere with us once sheâs fully grown.â
Cradling the puppy to your chest, you nuzzle into her silky fur. Her tail thumps happily against your arm. âWell arenât you just the sweetest little guard dog ever,â you coo. Looking into her deep brown eyes, one name springs to mind.
âI think Iâll call her Princess Fluffykins.â You grin up at Charles.
He rubs a hand over his mouth to hide a smile. âPrincess Fluffykins it is.â
The newly christened Princess Fluffykins snuggles into you with a contented whine. Over the next few weeks she rarely leaves your side. At night she curls up at the foot of the bed, a tiny furry protector. During the day she trots after you from room to room, always alert for any signs of danger.
But none of her vigilance stops her from demanding regular belly rubs or stealing socks to play with. Princess Fluffykins she may be, but sheâs still a puppy at heart.
As the weeks pass, she sprouts into a leggy adolescent, all huge paws and awkward angles. But her devotion never wavers. She accompanies you everywhere, even to Charlesâ races.
The first time you arrive at a circuit with Princess Fluffykins straining at her leash, you get some strange looks. People eye the muscular dog warily, giving you a wide berth. Princess Fluffykins has matured into an intimidating specimen, despite the sparkly pink collar now circling her thick neck.
Charles just grins, ruffling her perked ears. âI know she looks scary, but I promise sheâs a softie,â he assures the dubious Ferrari mechanics. Right on cue, Princess Fluffykins flops to her back, tail wagging furiously until someone gives in and rubs her belly. Charles winks at you. âSee?â
When Charles disappears into briefings or practice sessions, Princess Fluffykins patrols tirelessly by your side. She positions herself between you and anyone who approaches, watchful eyes tracking each stranger. But the moment she detects true danger, her demeanor shifts in an instant.
One particularly eventful race weekend, a drunken fan gets belligerent shoving past you for an autograph. Princess Fluffykins is on him in a flash, knocking him back with a deep bellow. He recoils instantly, throwing his hands up and stammering apologies. You cling to Princess Fluffykinsâ collar as she nudges you protectively behind her muscular bulk.
âGood girl,â you murmur, stroking her bristling fur until she relaxes. Over Princess Fluffykinsâ broad head, you give the chastened fan a polite smile. Message received.
As you make your way to the garage, passerby give you and your four-legged bodyguard a wide berth. But Princess Fluffykins ignores the murmurs, attention fixed devotedly on you. Her responsibilities may be serious, but everything about her remains hilariously contradictory â the bejeweled collar, fluffy fur, even her tendency to doze off using Charlesâ race boots as a pillow. You wouldnât have her any other way.
Over time, Princess Fluffykins becomes as much a fixture at races as Charles himself. On mornings when youâre feeling anxious, you clip on Princess Fluffykinsâ leash and walk the familiar route to the paddock, drawing comfort from each heavy footstep echoing your own. The bulk of her pressing against your legs makes you feel sheltered ⌠protected.
When Charles is busy with sponsor events and interviews, Princess Fluffykins is your constant companion. She positions her large frame strategically to keep you shielded from jostling fans in the crowded paddock. Her intimidating presence and rumbling growl are enough to make even boisterous enthusiasts reconsider approaching too closely at the wild after parties.
At night in hotel rooms, Princess Fluffykins curls up on the foot of the bed, ever alert. The sound of her steady breathing soothes you to sleep. And in new cities where sounds and shadows put you on edge, her solid weight pinning your feet beneath the blankets makes you feel anchored.
On bad nights when phantom terrors jerk you awake, Princess Fluffykinsâ huge head rises at your distress, the light glinting off her collar. She pads up the bed to nuzzle your cheek until the panic fades.
Over time, Princess Fluffykinsâ watchful presence steadies something deep inside you. Late at night, her snores harmonize with Charlesâ to drive away the ghosts. Her grinning face waiting eagerly by the door when you return from a quick trip to the shops makes your apartment feel like home again. When you scratch beneath her chin, for a moment you forget about the threat, remembering only softness.
On the anniversary of the break in, emotions run close to the surface. Youâre quiet on the drive to the paddock, hands knotted tightly in Princess Fluffykinsâ fur. But when the time comes to part ways with Charles for the day, you find courage in Princess Fluffykinsâ wiggly butt and lolling tongue. You give Charles an extra fierce hug, breathing him in.
âLove you,â you murmur into his shoulder.
Charles cradles your face in his hands, eyes serious. âI love you too. Weâve made it through so much this past year. You amaze me more every day.â
You lean into him a moment longer before braving a tremulous smile. âGo show them what youâve got.â
With Princess Fluffykins a steady presence at your side, the day passes in a blur of heat and roaring engines. When at last Charles appears, wreathed in sweat and victory, you leap into his arms with a joyful shout. Laughing, he swings you around before setting you down to ruffle Princess Fluffykinsâ ears.
âI think this calls for celebrating, what do you say?â His eyes are bright with triumph and love.
You lean down to adjust Princess Fluffykinsâ glittering collar before twining your fingers through your husbandâs. âI say absolutely.â
Though the path forward held both beauty and pain, with loyal souls like them by your side, you never had to walk it alone.
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Firefighter!bakugo pt 2 pt.1 here
a/c: This bakugo is softer because there's no quirks hunting him. This isn't proofread yet, and please consider that english is not my first language.
You didn't call him. He left his number on the card, the company replaced all your burnt furniture and electronics, and after all, you still couldn't look at your new stove without thinking of him. And that you never called him.
Of course, the next time you saw him, it wasn't your fault.
It was a sunny day. A few months had passed, and you were making your way for a new job interview you had pending.
You did the interview pretty well, considering your strike of bad luck. The boss and the executive of the company said that your resume was everything that they were looking for and that gave you a sort of security you hadn't felt for a while.
You were making your way out of the office after hearing the 'we will call you to discuss minor details' when a rare feeling appeared on your stomach, a slight pinch in your guts that didn't felt like it was a stomach problem.
You shook the feeling away and kept walking to the elevator, pressing the button you realized that you were free all afternoon, so you made a quick plan to go for a coffee and a donut. Lately, you were craving sugary things.
Once the elevator's doors closed, the uneasy feeling made his way back to you. You felt that something wasn't right the minute the elevator creaked before going down. The office's company was on the nineteenth floor, and you were almost reaching the thirteen when the movement stopped abruptly.
Suddenly, the light went off too.
You never thought that you would be in a situation like that, so you obviously tried to remain calm, but it didn't work.
Panting, you reached to grab your phone from the back pocket of your jeans. As you were expecting, you had no signal, mostly because you were trapped in a box made of metal.
"Hello?" You said pressing one of the buttons from the panel, the one that got a bell on it. "I'm stuck in the elevator"
No one answered, and your heart started to beat faster and faster. You tried banging on the doors, crossing your fingers that the elevator got stuck on a specific floor and not in between floors.
You considered yourself a calm person, or at least a good pretending something you are clearly not. You were good at faking because you were more afraid of feeling ashamed, but no one was around to see you panicking.
"Help!" You screamed and then waited to hear any noise coming from outside. The silence was overwhelming. "Shit"
You slid your back until your butt hit the ground and started to remember the breathing exercises you learned on a yoga session your friend made you go. Thinking that it will work was a very optimistic thought.
The feeling of your lungs stretching and trying to find the air that was lacking in the elevator was exhausting, closing your eyes, you pushed one of your hands in your chest to apply some presure on it to feel the movement and connect the moves with your brain so it would process that you were actually not dying and still breathing.
Your eyes started to close, and your body started to sweat. Was it the end of it? You got a decent degree, got drunk with your friends many times, and had a good childhood, but still, you wanted to do a lot of things, like learn how to drive, get a dog, start your own business and even make fucking cookies without setting your house on fire, you were so young to die like that.
Thirty minutes later, that felt like an eternity, you started to hear banging and voices from the other side of the elevator. You were skeptical that it was actually help and tried not to feel so excited about it, but then, a ray of light appeared from the darkness.
"I think she's conscious, guys," a voice you've heard before said.
Many hands and bodies started to work in the steel, using saws and jaws to break the door open to get you out of there.
The door cracked after a few minutes, and you were free and ready to never jump in an elevator again.
You were almost falling asleep, and you felt so weak to move, so they carried you out of the elevator and settled you on the floor.
A blonde man put a little flashlight in your eyes and looked at you very focused on his task. The sight wasn't very clear, everything looked very blurred to you. You could only see two shapes that obstructed the sunlight.
"I think she passed out while she was there. I got a faint pulse too" The same voice you heard before echoes in your ears like it was miles away but you could see the red haired man in front of you.
Oh no.
You felt your senses returning in a whiplash. That man, in front of you, was the man that went to the fire in your house and the one that was next to him was the one that went to your brother's home and gave you the box of cookies.
Fuck fuck fuck.
"I'm okay, I swear." You tried to stand in your feet, but a wave of dizziness didn't let you.
"I don't think you are," the red-haired man told you, giggling. "Wait, I know you" he stated in awe.
"Yeah, her face, it feels familiar, right?" The blonde man spoke to the other ignoring completely that you were there.
"She's the one that burned down her kitchen a few months ago"
There he was, taking off his gloves, a drop of sweat in his forehead, and looking as good as the last time you saw him. You cursed yourself in your mind. He was hot, and now after you never called him, there was a ninety-nine percent chance that he hated you.
"Move aside. I'm going to check her vitals. You two can talk with the building manager about his excuse of an elevator. " he spoke lowly to the others, and that volume of timber scratched that unworkable brain of yours.
The two firefighters stood up and patted the shoulder of his friend while he kneeled down in front of you.
You were left alone with him, the guy you turned down.
"Hey, you know I'm very sorry and -" You started to apologize.
"Do you consider yourself claustrophobic?" He interrupted, putting the oximeter in your index finger
"Mhm, I don't think so." You avoided eye contact because his serious facade was something you couldn't bear at the moment.
"Doubtful, why is your heart rate so elevated then?"
You felt how the blood in your system rose to your cheeks. He must have noticed because he lowered his head at the same time that a smug smile appeared on his face.
"I think I got what I deserved, a scare that almost ended up in death," you dramatized while he lifted a finger in front of your eyes with a tiny flashlight following the movements of your pupils. "I think that's the karma acting"
"What do you mean?" He clicked the flashlight off and reajusted himself crouched on his knees.
"You were nice to me, and I never responded" you shrugged.
Bakugo put on a face you couldn't decipher. It was a mix between thinking and not giving a shit about everything.
"Have you tried baking again?" He asked, reverting his glance from nothing to you.
You denied with your head.
"Just looking at the oven freaks me out," you let out a sigh, followed with a shiver when your mind put the memory of that day in your head.
He grinned at your words and you couldn't help the smile that appeared in your face.
"What's so funny?" You tried asking.
"How do you burn your kitchen and end up trapped in an elevator in less than a year?"
You rolled your eyes at him and handed the oximeter to him. He extended his hand to yours, and you dropped the device before his hand reached your hand. The two of you were quick on catching the device before it landed on the floor, but in the process, his hands covered yours.
Bakugo stared at your joined hands for a second before taking his away. You thought that you were the only one who felt attracted like a magnet to him, but the slight pink on the tips of his ears gave him away instantly.
"You know, there's a chance you might have hurt yourself, so we have to take you to the hospital so they can check on you properly," he explained while closing the paramedics bag.
"Great, no coffee and donuts for me, huh?" You muttered under your breath while gaining momentum to stand from your seat.
He helped you to get steady, and then he guided you to the truck.
Before you could jump to one of the seats, he stopped you.
"My shift ends up in like an hour. The doctors would want to check your vitals and see if there is any concussion from when you fainted, well that, and the time you were there without much air... I was wondering if maybe, if you want, I mean...-
"Bakubro, did you ask her out yet?" The red-haired guy appeared from the back of the truck.
Bakugo stared at him like he could burn the man down.
"He was actually doing that," you said, biting your lip and looking back at him. "And I was about to say yes so..."
"Ah man, I'm sorry... Now that I'm here, I remember I left something back there. " he left the scene very quickly.
"You thought I was going to ask you out?" He said with his eyes going straight to his hairline.
A cold shiver ran through your spine from embarrassment.
"Shit, no? I'm, oh my god, this is so...I should've died, " you whined, praying in your mind for a hole in the ground that could swallow you down.
You could feel how your body was burning from the shame. Your face red and you felt your own temperature rising.
"You thought right," he said after a moment, enjoying your suffering. "But I was expecting you to make the first move, I mean after you turned me down"
"Please, stop, I beg you," you cried. "I'll take you out, meet me in the hospital, and I'll take you to wherever you want to go, just stop"
He almost laughed at your suffering. Bakugo thought that you looked so cute when you were ashamed and blushed.
"Nah, this one is on me. You'll have your donuts and coffee after all"
He pushed you, putting his hand in your lower back to get you on the truck.
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heyyy love your writings, pervy old man!logan fucking reader with her Halloween costume on đđťđđťđđťđđťđđťđđťđđťđđťđđťđđť
note: we already know what masked man Logan was for Halloween. He couldnât help but match with y/n before he acted on his pervy thoughts.
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âWhat are you gonna be tonight?â Logan asked y/m who had just walked into the kitchen heâd a couple of minutes ago. âOh, me? Just a college girl. Maybe with a few rips and blood splatters. Not much,â she said as she poured herself a drink.
âAnd you? You donât seem like the kind to like Halloween,â y/n snickered, and she was right. The man had never participated in the years heâs been here, but this year, something made him want to. She made him want to, but not for the party. It was something deeper.
âDonât know, maybe a killer,â Logan plainly said, not wanting to make it seem like he cared so much, but he did. Now he knew he could be a killer who stalked and terrified students in some movies. Something to match y/n without them planning to.
âSounds scary,â Y/n smiled, a bit happy that he decided to participate. Storm and the others told her he would never. This was Y/nâs first year here, so she hoped he changed his mind.
The night has been great so far. The music was loud, the food was good, and the drinks were strong, yet sweet. Y/n loved her new home.
âWhereâs Logan?â Y/n asked the crew as she entered the kitchen to get another drink. âEither in his room or outside to take a smoke,â Storm said, making y/m frown. She really thought heâd participate this year.
âYeah, and he begged smoking far away from the school. Donât feel like smellinâ that cigar shit,â Scott said. âMost likely he is. Hey! Maybe if you got talk to him, heâll party with us,â Jean said, making the others agree.
âAnd why is that?â Y/n genuinely asked at the crew laughed. âYouâre so clueless, I donât get it,â Hank said. âSheâll see sooner or later, letâs just hope for the best,â Storm told the others.
Y/n sighed as she walked away and made her way to Loganâs room. âLogan,â Y/n knocked on his door once before it cracked. It was unlocked. âLogan?â Y/n asked more confused as she stepped in.
Y/n looked around until she noticed a basket in his bed. The basket was filled with dark red roses as the stems had been spray painted black. In the basket was a note that read âWhoever sees this first, keep the basket. Iâm outside taking a smoke,â
âOf course he is,â Y/n said to himself as she walked out of his room answering made her way outside the mansion. It was dark and a bit cold. Especially for the outfit she was wearing.
She had on a mini skirt that had thong strings attached. Her uniform shirt was tight which showed every curve on her. Some spots on her costume were ripped while other spots had blood splatter.
âLogan!?â Y/n yelled out as she walked through the woods where he usually takes his smoke so Scott wouldnât complain about the strong and disgusting smell. Surprisingly, y/n didnât smell that smell like usual when she came to get Logan for dinner.
âLogan? I just wanted to ask if you wanted to take shots with me. I already drank a lot, and everyone else is tapping out,â y/n snickered, knowing she and Logan were the ones who drank the most.
âLogan?â Y/n asked again, but more concerned. Where would he be on this day and at this time? Heâs not in his room, and sheâs walking a bit further than where he usually smokes.
She felt more off, now that she thought Logan wasnât out there. Now sheâs deep in the woods by herself, in the dark. She hated the dark. She hated the woods. She hated being alone and no one could hear her if she were to get hurt.
Y/n jumped with a scream as she heard a noise behind her. âLogan!?â She called when she saw nothing. âL-Logan, please â I-I know itâs Halloween, and youâre supposed to scare people, he Iâm actually scared,â y/n admitted.
Y/n wanted to leave, but she heard the noise come from the path she had to walk down to head back to the mansion.
The woman didnât know what to do. There was no way back, and no sight of Logan. There wasnât a sight of anyone, yet, she heard a noise that she knew the trees wouldnât make.
After taking a few deep breaths, y/n decided to take a step towards the way she needed to go to head back to the mansion. She instantly stopped with a gasp when a figure came from behind a huge tree.
âL-Lo-Logan?â Y/n stuttered heavily, not knowing who the person was because their face was covered with a Halloween mask. She prayed it was Logan playing some prank, but y/n was an overthinker.
âLogan, please talk to me,â y/n begged low as she rubbed her fingers nervously. âWatcha doinâ out here alone, sweetheart?â The masked man asked. Their voice was unidentifiable because of the speaker in their mask.
âI â Logan, please, stop this,â y/n begged before the masks man slowly took steps towards her. âPretty dangerous out here for a pretty school girl like you. Donât think anyone would think twice about taking you out here,â the masked man said, making y/nâs heart rise.
The manâs figure looked a lot like Logan's. The muscles, the walk, even the way he talked, but this couldnât be Logan, right? He wouldnât make an inappropriate comment like that towards her, right?
âLogan, please-â y/n was cut off as she tripped. Y/n groaned with a whine as she rubbed the back of her head that she hit lightly. Logan felt bad but didnât show it. He was too far in the mood to break character.
âPlease, sir â Iâll do anything, just, donât hurt me,â y/nâs eyes began to tear as the masked man finally stood over her. âI would never hurt you, Bub,â Logan said something minor to make sure she knew it was him and that she was safe.
âLogan?â Y/n asked low before the masked man hovered over her. Logan began tugging on y/nâs clothes, causing her to yell. Because she didnât see Loganâs face, she still felt a bit of fear.
âYou smell so good, baby. Smelt that pussy ok your way out here,â Logan said as he pulled y/nâs mini skirt up that barely covered her ass. âHey!â Y/n slapped at the manâs hands, but none of that phased him.
âYou smell so damn good, I could just eat you like a sample, baby,â Logan continued his talk as he ripped y/nâs panties off. He brought the fabric to his nose before taking a huge sniff. The groan he let out made her realize this was Logan.
âL-Logan,â y/n said as he placed her panties in his back pocket under his costume. âSmart girl,â the man said as he ripped the speaker from under his mask. âKnew youâd catch on,â he said as he reached under his costume to unbuckle his belt.
âL-Logan, what are you doing? W-Why were you out here? I-I donât even smell smoke,â y/n was confused, and the small fear of his huge figure over her made her cunt throb.
Logan ignored the girl's questions as he finally got himself out of his jeans. The man lifted his costume just enough to expose his huge leaky length.
âWhat are you doing? Logan? Logan, hey!â Y/n tried crawling back, but the man was quick to hover over her with his cock in hand. âStay still, Bub. Just for a second, then you can do all the squirminâ you want,â
Y/n kicked and slapped the man, but he got himself inside of Y/n with no struggle.
âThatâs it, Bub, thatâs what I wanna hear,â Logan looked down at y/n who cried loudly at the feeling of him stretching her out. âItâs okay, baby, just breathe. Take me in,â Logan continued pushing as she clawed at his chest.
âC-Canât!â Y/n almost screamed as his pelvis rubbed against her bud. He was fully in her, barely allowing her to breathe. He could tell sheâs never taken anything like him. That only made this situation better.
âSo damn tight,â Logan groaned in her ear after a few seconds of his silence. All that was heard was her shaky whine and the sound of the leaves underneath them as she kicked.
âCâmon, baby, donât give me a hard time. Donât make the stranger mad,â Logan said, making y/n think. Was he into this? Was he into scaring y/n and acting like he was someone she didnât know?
The Ghostface mask was perfect for what he was doing to her. He knew that, and she knew that. This was some kink he had and a kink she didnât know she had until now.
âP-Please sir, donât hurt me,â y/n played a lot with her shaky voice. An unexpected growl came from Loganâs mouth, not thinking sheâd play along to his sick fantasy.
âOh, but I want to, baby. Wanna tear you apart like an animal out here,â Loganâs hand slowly snaked around her neck before gripping tightly as his other hand grabbed onto her waist to push her down into the wet and dirty ground.
âPlease donât, sir,â y/n begged, but it was unnecessary. Logan shifted his legs until he had the best position to slam down into the smaller girl, knocking the window from her lungs as her mind went dumb in seconds.
Tears slipped from the young girls eyes, barely being able to breathe from the tight grip on her neck. Logan knew if she couldnât actually take anymore, or simply didnât want this, sheâd tell him, but the both of the knew she wanted all of this just as much as he did.
âYeah â Take it,â
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home before dark (part three)
pairing rafe cameron x kook! female reader
rating mature 18+
summary as children, you and rafe were best friends, but then tragedy suddenly struck his family and he shut everybody out. years later, you need his help when a pushy ex-boyfriend wonât leave you alone. rafe is perfect for the job because everybodyâs afraid of him. except for you.
content warnings stalker ex, violence, substance abuse, death and mourning of parent
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Rafe is sitting in a chair in the front room of your home, his chin resting on his hand, hardly paying any attention to the sitcom playing on the tv screen.
Heâs pissed off. Why did it have to storm tonight of all nights, when he doesnât have anything to numb the pain, nothing to drown out the sound of the rain drumming on the windows?
In his haste, he didnât pack any coke before coming here. He didnât think heâd need it this bad.
And that photo he saw upstairs. Itâs making everything so much fucking worse.
This is how the world repays him for helping someone. Figures. Heâs used to having shit luck. Trying to make his own father love him has been a losing game, and heâs been at that for years, so why would anything else go his way?
âHey.â Rafe straightens when he hears you. You look into the room. âDid the thunder wake you up, too?â
He hasnât slept at all. But he nods.
Thereâs a blankness in his stare, the tv casting dull colors over his face. He didnât bother to turn the light on.
You cross the room, hazy from your interrupted sleep, and settle on the couch. Youâre far away from him, acting like youâve never touched, even though you were just pressed against each other on his motorcycle.
You wonder if it felt nice to him, too. Or if you were just extra weight on his bike, an irritating responsibility he was cornered into taking on.
âDo you have any booze around here?â Rafe mutters. You catch the desolation in his tone.
âWhatâs wrong?â you ask.
You instantly feel ridiculous for expecting you wonât be met with the cold shoulder. You doubt heâll answer. But then, because the world must be off its axis, he does.
âFucking hate this weather,â he says.
His words make a chill sink into your bones. You remember your father telling you the news years ago after he got the phone call. A torrential downpour. The freeway. Zero visibility.
Anne lost control of her car.
By the look on your dadâs face, you knew what that meant. Rafeâs mother didnât survive the wreck.
He doesnât have to say it. You know thatâs why he hates storms.
âI can distract you,â you offer, âif you want?â
It was something you did as kids. Rafe would be angry or sad or hurt or anything and youâd talk his ear off about whatever you could think of until the dark cloud hanging over him drifted away.
His feelings always felt too big for him. You were the best at making them small enough to manage.
Rafe is used to wanting to be left alone. But not right now. Not if he can be with you. Admitting it feels impossible. The wall he spent years building around himself is solid from both sides.
âItâs your house,â he finally says. âDo what you want.â
You take it an invitation to stay. You turn your attention to the tv, as if holding eye contact with him will make him take it back.
It gives him a chance to look at you. How the fuck have you not lost patience with him yet? Why do you still care?
âI keep wanting to ask why youâre helping me,â you say, just loud enough to be heard over the tv.
Rafe exhales sharply, rubbing his forehead.
âThis is you distracting me,â he scoffs. âArenât you supposed to do the talking?â
The fact that heâs expecting you to replicate the days of your youth gives you a sliver of hope that maybe he misses them, too.
âThere has to be a reason youâre doing it,â you murmur.
âCanât you just be happy that I am?â he responds. A white flash of lighting pools into the room for a split second.
âNo,â you say. Finally, he gives in.
âBecause IâŚâ he begins.
The noise from the show is adding to the frustrating confusion engulfing him. He angrily picks up the remote and turns the tv off, plunging both of you in darkness.
You turn your head towards him again, only able to make out the hard outline of his jaw.
âI always had to look out for you,â he says. âI guess I still do.â
You look down at your lap, taken aback that Rafe holds any sense of loyalty for you.
You almost want to remind him of what he said earlier, that youâre not kids anymore, but you donât want to challenge him.
âAnd I donât know why,â he adds, voice thin, âbut youâre not a dick to me like everyone else is, so I kind of owe you.â
All you can hear is your own breathing and the ticking of the clock in the foyer and the tap of faltering raindrops. The storm is passing.
âItâs because you didnât do anything wrong,â you say into the silence. âItâs not like you did something to make me hate you. You shut me out, but I get why.â
Your words reverberate through him. He wonders if you think that he hates you.
Still, you could have gone to any other guy and asked him to pretend to be your boyfriend.
âWhyâd you come to me?â he asks.
âBecause heâs scared of you.â You donât have to nor do you want to say your exâs name.
âAnd youâre not?â
âNo.â You tilt your head. âWe used to be best friends.â
You say it like he wouldnât remember. He couldnât erase it from his brain if he tried. And he has.
The heaviness of all this is suffocating to him. The past is done. Thereâs no point in digging up things thatâll just hurt him all over again.
He stands up, chasing out the familiarity that was slowly growing between you. But before he leaves the room, he pauses, pinching the bridge of his nose with trembling fingers.
âYou didnât do anything wrong, either, alright?â Rafe says into the dark, irritated, answering the question you asked him on the shoreline hours ago. âNot on purpose.â
As his shadow retreats, the words he left you with ring in your head. He doesnât blame you. But you did do something wrong.
Rafe had his head buried into his pillow, throat burning from crying through his grief, every night for months.
As he lies in an unfamiliar bed all for a girl whose very existence makes him feel a multitude of good and bad all at once, heâs thrown back into those days, as if heâs a boy again.
His mother used to tell him it was a strength to be so sensitive, but her voice faded and his fatherâs voice got so much louder. What he tells him every time Rafe canât swallow down the tears echoes in his mind. Toughen up. Youâre fine.
But heâs not fine. He canât stop crying and he knows he has to tell you he canât do this anymore. Being with you brings back too much.
But the next morning, when Rafe finds you sitting at the kitchen island, wearing your pajamas and a smile, the prospect of ending this is tossed away.
You have access to him that nobody else does. You and that damn smile are a weakness that he didnât know he had. And while he can act happy and careless around everyone else, he canât put on an act for you. Ever.
âHowâd you sleep?â you ask. Your hands are cupping a mug, your phone sitting beside it.
âLike shit,â Rafe replies, pacing to the fridge. âTook hours to fall asleep.â
You feel guilty that he didnât have a good rest, considering heâs only here because you were too frightened to be alone.
âYou?â he says after a beat. The ice must be melting if heâs actually asking about you for once.
âMy sleep was good,â you reply. âIt helped having you here.â
Rafeâs cheeks get warm. Someone actually wanting him around is a foreign feeling.
By the time your conversation was over last night, the rain and thunder had dwindled. It couldnât have been the storm keeping him awake. Curiosity pushes you to figure it out.
âWas the bed uncomfortable?â you ask.
âNo,â he answers. He finds a glass and fills it with water. His throat still hurts from crying last night.
You watch him, his presence commanding as he leans back against the counter opposite you. The dark, shallow bags beneath his eyes are illuminated in the bright lights above you. He looks exhausted.
âWas the room too warm? Or too cold?â you say.
âCan you relax?â Rafe huffs, his tone almost playful.
He isnât about to admit that he canât remember the last time he fell asleep sober. And heâs definitely not going to tell you that the last thing he thought about before finally passing out was that his cheeks burned from how hard he was wiping his tears away.
âThe least I can do is make sure youâre comfortable since I made you stay the night,â you say.
His brows furrow as he takes a long gulp, tipping his head back.
âNobody can make me do anything,â he replies once he downs the water. You know itâs the truth. It makes the fact that heâs doing this for you all the more meaningful.
Before you can respond, your phone buzzes loudly on the countertop. Rafe sees your face fall when your eyes drop to the screen. You read the notification for a moment, then sigh and shake your head.
âHe emailed me,â you say incredulously. âI blocked him on everything and he emailed me.â
Rafe leans over to see if youâll let him look for himself. You slide your phone towards him and he picks it up to read Tyâs message.
What you have with him isnât real. We both know it. Let me prove that I can treat you how you deserve. Please. Iâm sorry for everything. I love you.
A part of Rafe is concerned youâll fall for it.
âWhatâre you gonna do?â he asks.
âBlock him there, too,â you mutter. âHe does this. Heâs mean, then he pretends like he changed, then heâs mean again⌠Itâs the same bullshit over and over.â
Rafe blocks him for you and places your phone on the counter. You bite the inside of your cheek as the dread you always feel when Ty contacts you floods your every sense.
The despair on your face makes Rafeâs stomach sink. The next time he sees Ty, heâs beating the shit out of him.
âHeâll stop, okay? Iâll make him,â he says.
Youâre still skeptical. Rafe definitely scares him, but Ty called him a bullshit rebound last night. He wrote that what you have with Rafe isnât real. Youâre not fooling him. And youâre afraid he wonât leave you alone until he believes youâre actually in a new relationship now.
âYeah.â You exhale slowly. âDoesnât sound like heâs falling for this, though.â You motion between you and him.
Rafe has to take a moment to catch your meaning. Falling for this. Your pretend relationship. Right.
âI didnât tell anyone itâs fake,â you say, afraid it somehow got out. âDid you?â
Rafe shakes his head no and puts his empty glass in the sink. He scratches the back of his neck and looks at you again.
âDo you want me to keep crashing here until your mom and dad get back?â he asks.
You hate that your mind goes there, but you wonder when the last time he said mom out loud was. You shake away the thought.
âNot if you canât get any actual sleep,â you respond.
Rafe typically gets irritated when someone canât make up their mind. He wants everything done quickly, so he doesnât have to stop and think.
But this is you and even though youâre scared of sleeping on your own, youâre considering how staying here affects Rafe and it gives him a heavy feeling of shame. He spent years avoiding the only person who never abandoned him. The only person who still gives a shit.
âIâll just leave my stuff here,â he says, making the decision for you.
âThank you.â You mean it. The thought of someone being here with you is comforting.
As usual, Rafe ends the conversation quickly and abruptly, leaving the room. You soon hear the engine of his motorcycle rattling loudly from outside, the roar fading as he drives away.
You hoped that heâd at least want to hang out with you now. You donât understand why you keep expecting more from him. It just hurts you every time.
You donât hear from Ty for the rest of the day. You manage to run some errands without worrying youâll see him because even when Rafe isnât with you, you donât feel as scared knowing heâs in your corner.
The days of the week mean practically nothing on the north side of the island over the summer. Thereâs a party almost every night, this time at a house just down the street from you.
You invite your friends to your place, drinking as you get ready, deciding to walk over to the party. You turn up already tipsy, finding yourself looking for Rafe even though you know you should only really be doing that if Ty is bothering you.
When you walk into the loud, crowded house, seeing you reminds Rafe of why he isnât smoking or drinking or snorting anything tonight.
Heâs had countless fights while wasted, but he wants to have a clear mind when he sees Ty. He needs to make the fucker pay and not give him a chance to get even one punch in.
You meet Rafeâs blue eyes every so often throughout the night, glad youâre finally able to have fun again because you know heâs keeping you safe.
The second Ty walks in, even though he hasnât come close to approaching you, you make your way to Rafe.
You stand close to him, placing your hand in his, acting like a girlfriend to someone who is only doing this because he feels an overdue sense of loyalty to you.
Rafe stills for a moment before he laces his fingers with yours. His skin is hot, making your heart flutter in a way you know it shouldnât.
âHey,â you say over the music. His ring presses against your thumb.
âHey,â he says tensely. Heâs not used to affection, especially in front of people.
But this is what he signed up for. He needs to act like a boyfriend and heâs not going to fuck this up. Itâs the first real responsibility heâs had that he actually gives a shit about.
His eyes land on Ty and his plan to confront him takes a backseat when he realizes he doesnât want to let go of you. Right now, heâd rather have his hand in yours instead of using it to throw a punch. Itâs like every touch you give him leaves a heavier impact than the last.
You immediately notice how tense Rafe is.
âCan you relax?â you joke, imitating the way he said it this morning. Your heart warms when his dimples appear, framing a smile he canât stifle.
âI donât sound like that,â he says.
âYou sound exactly like that,â you reply with a laugh, picturing how tired he looked in your kitchen. âPlease tell me you got some sleep today.â
Again, the concern you seem to have never lost for him appears.
âI did,â he says. He crashed in his bed the second he got home.
âHow come it took you so long to fall asleep last night?â
Rafeâs knee-jerk reaction is to avoid the question. Especially if itâs you asking. But he canât forget how shitty it felt when you brushed him off last night at the beach, so he pushes himself to answer.
âJust, uhâŚâ He looks away. âCouldnât turn off my brain.â
You gaze up at him. It almost aches, how badly youâd love to know what goes through his mind.
âWhen did this start?â one of his friends amusedly asks, pointing between you two. You notice Ty close by, his gaze sharp as he eavesdrops. Rafe notices him, too.
You squeeze Rafeâs hand tighter, clinging to him. He notices that his entire body buzzes when you do that.
âWhat, was I supposed to call you?â Rafe responds.
âIâm just saying,â his friend replies with a laugh, âitâs like all of a sudden, you got a girl out of nowhere.â
Alarm stings every inch of your skin when you notice Tyâs posture straighten in your peripheral.
âDonât sound so surprised, asshole,â Rafe replies lightheartedly, gently pulling his hand out of your grasp to drape his heavy arm around your shoulders, pulling you flush against him.
You follow his lead, wrapping your arms around his torso. The relief from how well he played it off and the comfort you get from how heâs holding you is overwhelming.
Rafe dips his head to speak into your ear, his cheek brushing against yours, his cologne fresh.
âThink heâs falling for it now?â he mumbles, voice lowering an octave. With the way heâs holding you, you might fall for it yourself.
âYeah,â you breathe. You squeeze him tighter, not for show, but because you want to. Youâve wanted to hug him since the funeral, when he was a boy with bloodshot eyes in a crumpled black suit, but he never let you get this close.
He brings his other hand up to your face, cradling your jaw, his thumb rubbing over your cheek. His touch is so tender that you have to remind yourself itâs Rafe doing this.
Youâre suspended, bodies curved together, cheeks brushing, like youâre playing a game to see whoâll let go first.
âAnd heâs staying away from you, right?â His breath is warm against the shell of your ear.
You nod, at a loss for words.
âIs he watching?â he asks. You can see from the corner of your eye that your ex is staring right at you.
âMhm,â you hum with a nod.
At this point, Rafe is being selfish. This is close enough. You wanted him to act like youâre a couple and heâs done it. He can pull away now. Maybe he should keep his arm around you for a little longer, but he doesnât need to be this close.
Instead, he lowers to press his lips against your cheek and you hug him tighter, and fuck, it feels so good that he misses it before itâs even over.
He canât believe that his body yearns to be this close to you. You opened up the floodgates the second you put your hand on him the first time a couple of nights ago. How good would it feel if you were doing it for real?
You lean into his kiss. His lips are so soft. You wish you could feel them against yours. Itâs all to make everyone think youâre actually together. You keep telling yourself that.
When your arms around him weaken just a little, you feel something at his back, protruding against your forearm.
Your eyebrows draw together as you pull back only a few inches to meet Rafeâs eyes, your mind going to the worst possible scenario. Your breath catches. Itâs a weapon.
âWhat is that?â you ask quietly, nudging against the hard item tucked into the band of his jeans.
âWhat do you think?â
âRafe,â you say. His jaw tightens. The moment is gone. The wall is back up. Your tone teeters on a thin edge, like youâre judging him.
âYouâre surprised the psycho owns a gun?â he scoffs.
He didnât brush off what Ty said like you thought he did. It makes your stomach turn that your exâs lie actually stuck with Rafe.
You glance over to see Tyâs back as he storms out of the room. Part of you is relieved, but right now, you mostly feel anxious that Rafe believes a lie.
âI never called you that,â you reiterate to him quietly. âIâve never said anything bad about you. You think you can trust what he says?â
âIâm not planning on using it on him, okay?â Rafe snaps. âUnless he asks for it.â
He wishes you didnât notice it. If you didnât think he was fucked up before, you do now. Heâs pissed off and embarrassed and disappointed all at once.
Youâve been trying to reconnect with him for so long. If he gives in, youâll see that heâs not even close to who he was when you knew him. Heâll just let you down.
He realizes he hasnât kept his distance only because youâre a painful reminder of a time he wants to forget. Itâs also because heâs sure you wouldnât like who heâs become. And he canât take the rejection.
Youâre still, unable to believe that he actually has a gun. That he would use it. That these are the lengths heâs going to to keep you safe.
You havenât lost contact with him, but Rafe checks out of the moment and pulls his arm away.
âHeâs gone now,â he mutters. You get the message. Heâs done pretending. You drop your arms and find your friends again.
Hours later, the party is dwindling, but far from over. Rafe has been sober the entire time, making him all the more antsy and irritable.
He thought heâd beat the shit out of Ty tonight, but heâs exhausted and he canât stop shaking. Why the hell is he shaking?
Rafe loses his patience and approaches you while youâre dancing with your friends.
âLetâs go,â he says, holding your hand. The contact makes your head spin all over again. Even though youâd like to stay, you comply.
You notice Tyâs eyes on you when you leave. Heâs pretending to be a good guy again, keeping his distance, but you know itâs only a matter of time before he cracks.
Once you reach Rafeâs motorcycle in the cool night air, he hands you his helmet and you take it without hesitation.
After the short drive, you walk up the steps to your front door together. But you soon stop in your tracks, eyes wide as you stare at the ground.
Rafe follows your eye line. Mudâs been tracked onto the porch in fragmented footprints.
âI canât⌠I canât remember if that was there before,â you stammer. âDid you see it this morning?â
âI donât know,â he responds. He rushed out of here too quickly to have noticed something like that.
You look around, as if you can find an answer in the darkness surrounding your home. You would have noticed it after you ran your errands earlier today. Probably. Maybe.
It could have been you. Or Rafe. Or one of your friends.
Or Ty. He didnât arrive at the party until late into the night. Could he have been creeping around your house? Why would he?
Rafe glances up to confirm that there arenât any cameras aiming at the door. It pisses him off when he notices there arenât any cameras at all. He quickly catches on that your breathing has grown faster.
âCome on,â he says, gently pulling you by the crook of your elbow. âLetâs go inside. Itâs nothing.â
He doesnât believe his own words, but thereâs no reason to scare you any further.
âWhat if he was here?â you say, letting Rafe pull you to the door. He takes the key out of your hand and pushes it into the lock.
âThen Iâll shoot him,â he mutters.
âThatâs not funny.â
âI wasnât joking.â
The door swings open, prompting the security system to start beeping.
You flip on the light and enter the code as he shuts the door behind you. Youâre so frightened and unnerved that you jam one of the buttons with the wrong finger, prompting a harsh error noise from the system.
âCan you do this?â you huff. You tell Rafe the five-digit code and he quickly enters it, arming the system again. You notice his hand is trembling.
âAre you okay?â you ask. You know itâs not from fear. Rafe isnât afraid of anything. He must be high on something. âWhatâd you take?â
âNothing,â he says with a humorless laugh. It dawns on him that his body is reacting to the lack of coke in his system. âThatâs the problem.â
âWhat?â you ask.
Rafe sighs, double-checking that the front door is locked for your peace of mind.
âI canât be wasted if that asshole tries me. I havenât taken anything since last night,â he says. âBut it just made shit worse.â
He realizes how messed up it sounds. How messed up it is that being sober for one night makes him shake like this. He has a problem. But he never really had a reason to get clean before now.
You watch Rafe checking the lock and like a riptide, everything crashes down on you at once.
The torment from Ty harassing you. The guilt from asking Rafe to take on this responsibility. The sadness from knowing that heâs only doing it because he feels a sense of obligation for you and wants nothing more.
âBet youâre glad I have a gun now,â Rafe mutters. He turns to look at you, your expression grim. âWhat?â
âI donât want to keep bothering you with this,â you admit, your heart racing with panic. âI donât want you to have to sleep here and I donât want you to have to drive me home all the time and⌠I hate that this is happening and that I had to drag you into it.â
His eyes travel over the anguish etched on your face.
âWhat, like itâs your fault heâs a piece of shit?â he says.
You chew on the inside of your cheek and look up to the ceiling, trying to keep your tears at bay. Itâs still odd being alone with him, having him in your home.
Rafe hasnât tried to make someone feel better in a long time. He hasnât cared enough to. He takes a deep breath.
âI donât mind doing this, alright?â he says.
âYou donât?â You take in the softness in his eyes that you donât often see.
âThink Iâd be here if I did?â
âI donât know,â you say. âYou used to do things you didnât want to all the time for me.â
The Rafe that was your best friend always went along with whatever you wanted to play, wherever you wanted to go.
He grits his teeth, tearing his eyes off of you, trying not to think about how when he was a kid, if someone asked him who his favorite person was, heâd tell them that it was a tie between you and his mom.
âDonât talk about how shit used to be,â he says quietly. And because he doesnât want to see that hurt look on your face again, he adds, âPlease.â
The mere prospect of talking about the past seems to actually give him pain. It dawns on you that youâre looking at a man who may have never processed what happened to him.
âDo you want something to eat?â you offer, changing the subject swiftly.
Rafe realizes heâs starving.
âYeah,â he says.
A memory washes over you as Rafe sits at your kitchen counter, eating leftovers you heated up for him.
It was a humid summer day and you two were scarfing down the lunch his mother made for you after a morning of swimming behind his house.
Rafe always liked picking the wildflowers that grew in the grass that lined the beach for his mom. The ones he found that day were purple, sitting in a small vase she put in the center of the dining room table.
Every time he gave her a small bundle of uneven flowers, she had the same joyful reaction. Rafe always looked so proud of himself when she enthusiastically thanked her son.
It was just another happy day.
Until Ward came into the kitchen and like always, Rafeâs smile disappeared. Your best friend tended to shrink when his dad was around. Ward almost always found something to chide his son about. He never spoke like that to his daughters.
âCould you eat any faster?â Ward muttered. âWhere are your manners?â
âLeave him alone, Ward,â Anne said with a sigh. His motherâs tone was only ever sharp when she was defending her little boy.
You remember watching her lean to kiss Rafeâs head, earning a small smile from him. Then she winked at you, trying to dismiss the tension from the room.
You wonder what Ward has said to Rafe ever since he lost the only person who stuck up for him.
You face the sink as you wash your hands, your back to Rafe, trying to stifle the tears that build as you imagine what the world would be like if the wreck never happened. Who would Rafe be if he never lost her? If a part of him didnât die with her?
Is it crazy to think that youâd still be best friends, instead of two strangers pushed together in such an arduous situation? You miss her so much that it hurts and all this is yet another thing adding to the weight sitting on your shoulders.
Rafe hears you sniffle and when you finally turn around, you stare at the floor as you try to rush away.
âWhat is it?â he asks. Is he already failing at making you feel safe?
You freeze. You canât tell him whatâs really bothering you. Especially since he asked you not to talk about your memories.
âIâm just freaked out.â Itâs not exactly what youâre thinking of now, but itâs true. This mess with Ty is a nightmare. âIf he was really creeping around here⌠Ugh, I donât know what heâs going to do next.â
Rafe chews slower as he observes you through narrow eyes. Heâs no stranger to the pain of crying to sleep. He doesnât want that for you.
You notice his hands are still trembling. You have no idea how often he does coke, but it must be an addiction if one night without it makes his body react like this.
âWhat else do you need?â he asks. It comes out sharper than he intended, like heâs asking what else you could possibly want from him after heâs given you so much.
Your lips thin as you stare at him from across the counter. He doesnât think heâs ever seen someone look so miserable.
âNothing,â you mutter. âGood night.â
You start to walk away but Rafe says your name to stop you and it sounds so good coming out of his mouth that your stomach numbs. When was the last time he said it?
You turn to look at him. His eyes dart down to his food.
âWhat ifâŚâ he begins, his fork loudly clattering against the dish. âWould it help if I slept in your room?â
Youâre surprised. And soothed by the thought of him sleeping close by in case your ex does something as unhinged as break in.
Everyone else paints Rafe as rude and aggressive, but you knew it. You knew he still had some kindness in him.
âYeah,â you say. âIt would help.â
(part four)
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I can hear the siren (Siren part I)
⥠Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin à fem!reader
⥠Genre: Camboy!Hyunjin, neighbors AU, strangers to âloversâ
⥠CW: Explicit sexual content (minors dni!), sex work, voyeurism if you squint, hate sex kind of?, masturbation, thigh riding, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex, Hyunjinâs a bit of an asshole but I love him
⥠Word count: 7.9k
⥠Synopsis: To say your new next-door neighbor is loud would be an understatement. Three times a week, at the same time every night, he will laugh and talk loudly for an hour. After that, like clockwork, a cacophony of his groans and moans will fill your room through your shared wall. Heâs most certainly entertaining some hookup, or maybe a girlfriend. You frankly donât care â all you know is you want your peace and quiet back. But you never wouldâve guessed what you would find out upon confronting him.
⥠A/N: Once again, I cannot shut up and this ended up being much longer than I had originally wanted. One day, I will write a one-shot thatâs less than 5k words, but today is not that day. I listened to Taeyeonâs Siren while writing this, hence the title. Also think the songâs a little fitting to the story.
part II â
Yet another night, yet another two hours of hearing your next-door neighbor moaning like a porn star for anyone to hear. The thin walls of your apartment, coupled with the fact that your room shared a wall with his own bedroom, make it impossible for you not to hear everything that happens inside his bedroom. Earphones have proven futile in muffling his voice, and you can only distract yourself with mindless YouTube videos for so long before you give up and simply wait for him to finish. Quite literally.
You noticed it was his routine: Fridays and weekends â the nights when he would graciously give the entire building a free show.
But that wasnât all he did. And thatâs what stirs up curiosity inside of you.
An hour before the unholy sounds begin, he spends a significant amount of time simply speaking, laughing loudly, and throwing the occasional suggestive comment here and there. But only his voice can be heard, and considering how damn thin the walls are, you canât help but wonder why that is. Maybe his hookups arenât into his long, drawn-out conversations, only there to get fucked and dip as fast as possible. Or perhaps itâs a girlfriend, and he enjoys gagging her. Your mind has had plenty of time to run wild with theories, seeing as he moved about a month ago, starting your own personal version of hell on his very first day.
You complained to your landlord three times now. On the first time, you were dismissed as being too sensitive to noise. Maybe invest in some earplugs, she suggested. The second time, after explaining through gritted teeth that perhaps the entire building could also hear him and it would be wise to give him a warning, she assured you that only your apartment had such complaints â after all, it was only the two of you on that floor. And, on your last attempt before you ultimately gave up, your landlord all but berated you for meddling in your neighborâs business. She argued he was inside his apartment and could do whatever he desired.
And so, you accepted your fate.
As you walk out of the shower, your bliss at the realization that tonight is a Friday dissipates as soon as it dawns on you that you are in for three days in a row of your neighbor and his antics. You groan, reluctantly making your way toward your bedroom, your body aching after sitting at your desk at work all day. So sleeping on the couch was not an option; your limbs only ached even more the day after you did that to try and escape the raucous noise.
Like clockwork, at exactly ten p.m., his loud voice fills the small space of your bedroom.
âIâm actually going out tonight again, so we have to be quick,â he explains. âBut you like it when Iâm quick, donât you? Like when I make you cum so fast you barely have time to understand whatâs happening.â
You grimace at his words, burying yourself under your blankets. God.
âIâm going clubbing with a couple of friends,â He continues. âHopefully, Iâll find a nice girl to take home, hm?â
Crossing out the word Girlfriend on your mental notes, you scoff. What a gentleman he is, letting his hook-up know heâll have to fuck her fast so he can leave to meet another woman to take home.
âMaybe Iâll record a video for you if she lets me. Would you like that, seeing me fuck another woman? I bet you would.â
What the fuck. The word Girlfriend is added back to your list. Maybe the girl is into that shit, and youâre not one to kink shame so long as everythingâs consensual. But you surely didnât consent to knowing that information.Â
Soon enough, his voice drops to a sultry tone, and incessant hums spill from his lips. And the worst part of your night begins.
You hate to admit it â seeing as the guy makes you lose sleep and disturbs your peace since heâs graced the building with his presence â but his dirty talk, when coupled with his groans, becomes far less unpleasant and much more enticing. Every night, you struggle for an hour with the uncomfortable feeling of arousal between your legs, the way he alternates between praises and vulgar words causing a twinge inside of you. But you never dare to masturbate to the sound of his voice â that would be going too far. Or, at least, thatâs what you tell yourself as you follow your rule of waiting for him to finish whatever it is that heâs doing to then finally touch yourself. As you tightly shut your eyes, you focus on your upcoming work assignments, desperately trying to drown out the sound of his voice. Maybe boring yourself to sleep is your only escape.
âOh, I know how wet you are just watching me â fuck,â he groans, a breathy scoff leaving his lips. âDonât even gotta tell me. Just touch yourself, itâs okay.â
Your eyes shoot open as it feels as if heâs fucking talking to you. You shake your head, the awful feeling of embarrassment engulfing you in the privacy of your own bedroom.
âI know you want to,â His voice is unrelenting, reverberating through your dark room, punctuated by heavy sighs. âDo it for me, will you? Touch your pretty cunt for me.â
You feel your clit begin to pulse, and a loud groan escapes from your lips. So loud, in fact, you wonder if he heard you through the thin walls as well.
Fuck it, you tell yourself inwardly, itâs not like the guy will ever know what youâre doing.
The sound of his voice was as silky and dark as velvet, covering you wholly and clouding your judgment with each word. You allow your hand to slip underneath your sleep shorts, gasping as you find the fabric of your panties already soaking simply from hearing his words â almost begging, guiding you to let go of your reservations and touch yourself.
âJust like that. Dâyou like the sound of my voice?â He asked, voice breathless, a deep groan echoing through the walls. âLike hearing me moan for you? Bet youâd like it even more if I was fucking you.â
Your fingers delicately flick back and forth, teasing your clit, your mind now shamelessly imagining his fingertips, his tongue, his cock, anything he was willing to give you. Youâre quick to lose yourself in this imagination, despite not knowing what the man looked like â you soon realize that wasnât at all important, a dark shadowy figure hovering over you proving to be more than enough for you as you felt a rush of wetness pooling between your thighs when your neighbor let out a louder, guttural noise.
âFuck, Iâd love to be stretching that pussy out,â He chokes out, and you bite your bottom lip to keep from making any noise. Youâre now hyper-aware that if you can hear him this loudly, heâd be able to hear you with the same amount of clarity.
Your embarrassment only goes so far, though, as you slip a finger into your cunt, your breath hitching and your eyes fluttering closed to better conjure up the fantasy your mind had been creating. You imagine his long fingers inside you in place of your own, the words he spilled almost nonchalantly being whispered directly into your ears. One finger soon turned into two, then three, the heel of your palm rubbing against your clit as you tilt your hips up. You throw away your last drop of inhibition as you indulge in vivid thoughts, imagining the shape and size of his cock and, most importantly, how it would feel as it filled you up. Your neighborâs words almost faded into white noise, his grunting the only coherent sound in your ears.
Would he take his time with you, like he always did whenever you heard him? Teasing you for hours as he candidly talked about nothing in particular, rendering you unable to do anything but beg for him? Or would he be hasty, like tonight, his cock abruptly stretching you to the brim, making you feel every inch of his thick length? Would he rather finish on your breasts, your stomach, or maybe your face, taking a picture to keep as a souvenir he could show off to whoever he was with during these nights?
âCome with me,â His voice suddenly became clear once more, deep and hoarse as you imagine his lips pressed against the shell of your ear. âThink about how good itâd feel to have me come inside you, stuffing that little cunt while you milk me dry.â
You purse your lips as you feel your release approaching, coaxed purely by his words. The mental image of this stranger painting your insides with his release, all the while his intoxicating voice told you how good you were, how warm and tight you felt enough to have waves of pleasure wash over you, body tensing up as your orgasm surges through you.
As you slowly come down from your high, you feel your consciousness come back to you. Your fingers leave your core as if you were just burned by fire, which is fitting as a feeling of burning embarrassment wraps around you tightly like a vice.
But the worst part is that the shame quickly ebbs away as you hear your neighborâs chuckle, the laugh of a stranger you had come to almost memorize.
âYou know Iâm always glad to make you come. Iâll see you tomorrow.â
And with that, everything around you falls into a quiet stillness. You faintly hear as he shuts his front door, presumably leaving for that club he had mentioned, and youâre left to lie with your regrets.
This has just crossed a line, and although you couldnât bring yourself to feel all that guilty, you still knew it was wrong. You had no choice but to confront the cause of your troubles yourself.
Unfortunately, that cause was a person you had just shamelessly fantasized about as you fingered yourself.
The next afternoon, you stand at your neighborâs door, hesitant to knock. Since he mentioned going clubbing last night, you knew coming by in the morning would be futile, but you also know â sadly, all too well â that Saturday nights are when heâs the loudest, and he only stops well past midnight. You settled for the afternoon, preparing lunch as you rehearsed your words in your head instead of enjoying your weekend.
You knock twice, and that familiar voice soon rings through the door, asking for a moment. A minute later, your neighbor is standing in front of you, holding the door open with sleepy eyes that focus on you. Youâre not sure what you were expecting, but surely not a tired-looking tall man with messy black hair wearing a pout on his lips, as if you just rudely disturbed him from his sleep (how ironic). From what you heard during the last month, you were ready to have to face a shirtless fuckboy, a permanent smirk etched onto his lips as he eyed you indifferently. Instead, youâre greeted by soft cheeks and half-closed eyes.
âYeah?â Your neighbor croaks out, face still heavy with sleep.
You clear your throat, returning to the matter at hand. âIâm your next-door neighbor, Iââ
âNice to meet you, neighbor,â he says before you can even finish your rehearsed opening sentence, his lips curling into a small smile. You fight back the urge to roll your eyes. Somehow, him being so soft is making you hate him even more.
âI wish I could say the same,â you mutter, âYâknow, youâve been making my life a living hell since you moved in.â
He doesnât answer, instead running a hand through his hair, the strands falling into place and away from his face. After a small nod, he opens the door all the way.
âCome on in,â he says, promptly walking inside and leaving you standing in the hallway all alone. You have no choice but to follow after him.
He snatches his cup of coffee from the counter, letting out a tired sigh as he collapses onto the couch and takes a big sip. You sit next to him and watch as he swallows slowly, humming contently, and only then speaking again.
âWhy is that?â
You hold back another eye roll. âWell, youâre quite noisy at night,â you hesitantly begin, only now grasping just how awkward explaining this situation will be. âOn Fridays and on the weekends, youâre⌠loud.â
And in an instant, you witness a complete shift in his entire demeanor right before your eyes. Like heâs possessed by something, his once sleepy eyes now bore into you with an intense gaze, and his lips curl into the smug grin you were expecting from the start.
âSo you can hear me?â He asks as if you hadnât just told him exactly that. You feel small under the weight of his darkened eyes, but you shrug, doing your best at feigning confidence.
âItâs pretty hard not to hear you,â you answer simply. âWe share a wall, in case you didnât know. I can hear everything you do in your bedroom.â
He raises a brow at your words as if they piqued his interest. But he doesnât verbalize it; instead, he speaks in that same nonchalant tone youâre used to hearing through your bedroom wall, âYou never told me your name. A bit rude, donât you think?â He offers you his hand. âIâm Hyunjin.â
You scoff but shake his hand regardless, telling him your name with a sigh.
âYou know what I think is rude?â You offer him a forced smile. âKeeping your next-door neighbor up all night with how fucking loud you are.â
Hyunjin doesnât answer. His gaze traces a path from your eyes to your lips before lingering on your thighs. You instinctively cross your legs, fingers smoothing down the fabric of your shorts. Locking his gaze with yours once more after a few seconds, he cocks his head to the side.
âSo Iâve been keeping you up all night?â He muses, and you feel a warmth spread across your cheeks at the rough rasp in his voice.
Itâs almost as if he knows what you did last night and is teasing you.
Although you know thatâs impossible, your words still get choked up. Hyunjin was undeniably attractive â whether it was looking as soft as he did while answering the door or as if he could devour you with his gaze alone as he does now. You couldnât be blamed for feeling flustered, especially after everything you heard this man saying and doing.
âWell,â you clear your throat, crossing your arms over your chest. Showing your outrage at this entire situation is your best bet, so you allow for the anger you felt during all those sleepless nights to seep through your veins. âItâs kinda hard to sleep when youâre moaning like a porn star.â
But Hyunjin fully chuckles at that. âSo I sound like a porn star?â He nods with an amused hum. âIâll take that as a compliment, thank you.â
You let out a heavy sigh. Never mind anything you had thought upon seeing him open that door; Hyunjin is everything you thought he would be.
âLook, I didnât come here to stroke your ego. Youâre clearly doing just fine in that regard,â you grumble, and he scoffs beside you, leaning back on the couch with a smug expression you want to slap away from his pretty face. âI came here to ask if you could move whatever it is that you do to the living room, or maybe keep it down. Iâm sure thatâs not too much to ask.âÂ
Hyunjin clicks his tongue almost mockingly. âOh, but it is too much to ask. I canât really do any of those things. Sorry,â he shrugs, âThe building has thin walls. Youâre just gonna have to get used to it, Iâm afraid.â
You stagger at his words, his lack of common sense seemingly higher than you initially gave him credit for. Youâre unsure whether to laugh in sheer disbelief or cuss him out as anger slowly bubbles up inside your chest. How unfairly attractive he looks at the moment isnât helping your case â he spreads his legs further as he shifts on the couch, bringing his mug up to his full lips and watching you almost uninterestedly with half-lidded eyes.
Fuck this guy.
âWhat is it you do thatâs so important that you canât at least keep it down? Canât your girlfriend get off without your obnoxious dirty talk? Is that it?â
Hyunjin shakes his head dismissively. âDonât have a girlfriend.â
âYour dates, then. I honestly donât care.â You roll your eyes, which elicits a small laugh from him. You have never wanted to punch someone so badly, all while also wanting them to rearrange your guts. âWhoever it is, whatever it is that you do, canât we compromise and you be quiet, at least on Fridays? I get home from work exhausted and have to put up with your shit when all I wanna do is sleep.â
âAh, but Fridays are the most important nights for me,â Hyunjin tells you with a condescending lilt in his voice. âThatâs also not possible, Iâm so sorry.â
âI see.â You suck in a deep breath, your eyes narrowing and hands curling into fists on your lap. âThen would it be possible for you to move your⌠activities to the living room?â
Hyunjin contorts his face, shaking his head while that grin is still etched onto his lips. âYeah, no, thatâs also not possible.â
âYouâre extremely inflexible, do you know that?â You blurt out, âIâm not asking that you move out, Iâm simply asking that you fuck whoever it is that you fuck every weekend somewhere else.â
His piercing gaze lingers on you briefly, as if heâs carefully considering his next words. Sighing, he sets his mug on the end table and sits up straight.
âLetâs make a deal,â he proposes, carelessly ripping a piece of paper from the open sketchbook that lay on the coffee table and jotting something down. âTonight, you wait for me to start my activities,â he says with a poorly concealed chuckle. âAnd then you go on this website. Maybe itâll clear up some things inside your pretty little head. Can you do that for me?â
He hands you the note, eyes darting down to your lips once more before meeting your gaze. The tone of his voice is the same that echoes through your bedroom during those nights â exactly like the one that coaxed an orgasm out of you just last night, and you absentmindedly squeeze your thighs together.
You need to get out of here.
With a small nod, you swiftly stand back on your feet and walk toward the door of his apartment that was left wide open. You quietly mutter a goodbye as Hyunjin says something about it being a pleasure meeting you, all while amusedly staring at you.
Itâs only as you close your front door behind you that you look down at the piece of paper that you subconsciously crumpled up. Scrawled in a messy handwriting is simply a website address:
fivestarcam.com
You furrow your brows, walking toward your bedroom as you rack your brain for how a website could possibly give you answers. It dawns on you, then â all the trouble you went through, and yet, no solution to your problem.
Ultimately, you decide youâve already wasted too much of your patience on this man today, throwing the piece of paper on your bedside table and going about your day, enjoying the tranquility of your apartment while you can.
Night comes too fast, the sun setting outside unbeknownst to you as you lie on the couch for nearly three hours, your focus solely on the plot of the movie playing on your phone. Soon enough, ten p.m. rolls around, and you drag your tired body toward your bathroom. You take a shower with no rush, knowing full well that by the time you walk into your bedroom, Hyunjinâs activities will already have started.
Sure enough, youâre greeted by a drawled-out groan as soon as you enter your room. With a heavy sigh, you throw yourself onto your bed. Your bedroom had always been comforting, your bed almost like a safe haven from all the stress life threw your way. Yet now itâs simply the place where you lie awake for hours, simultaneously vexed and uncomfortably turned on.
You lie still for a while, Hyunjinâs vulgar chatter like the background music to your spacing out, until you remember the piece of paper he gave you earlier. How would a website clear up any of your confusion? And, more importantly, why should you even care enough to find out? From the little interaction you had with the man, you know for a fact Hyunjin will remain unchanging in his obnoxious ways.
However, youâve always been too curious for your own good, and the mere prospect of understanding this annoyingly enigmatic man even a tiny bit has you hurriedly picking your laptop off the floor and typing out the website address on your browser. Curiosity killed the cat.
The first thing that greets you is a message asking that you verify being over the age of eighteen. All you have to do is click a button, which seems counterintuitive, but you have little time to worry about that when your screen is filled with preview thumbnails of several live broadcasts.
Youâve heard of camming websites before, of course, but you didnât know they were still a thing nowadays, what with the rise of Only Fans and other more independent ways to go about making money like this.
Your eyes scan the page with agape lips. Men and women â some in their underwear and some already naked, some showing their faces and some wearing masks. And then, your eyes land on a particular thumbnail. At the Top Cammers of The Month section, on the number one spot, is a fully clothed man with familiar long black hair. Only the bottom of his face can be seen due to his camera angle, but that is more than enough as your gaze fixes on his full lips.
Thatâs undeniably Hyunjin. Your neighbor, Hyunjin.
Before you can make sense of your actions, your fingers are already hovering above the touchpad as you watch the thumbnail image change into a new one. Curiosity is eating away at you, and you canât deny that your nosy mind is eager to finally see Hyunjin rather than only hear him.
Ultimately, you decide this is ridiculous.
But your twitching fingers brush against the touchpad just as you move to close your laptop, promptly clicking the live video, your screen now filled with the image of Hyunjin in his bedroom. Heâs shirtless now, palming himself through his sweatpants â the same ones he wore this afternoon.
âYou wanna know how clubbing went last night?â He says with a grin, and you now understand his incessant talking is merely him answering comments from his viewers. Various different names fly through the right side of your screen, some with tips attached to their comments and some simply drooling over Hyunjin as he essentially sits in front of the camera doing nothing.
A cocky smile is spread on his lips once you shift your attention back to him.
âI guess youâre good at following orders,â he chuckles. You then realize your laptopâs volume is on high, and the speakerâs noise permeates through your wall and into Hyunjinâs bedroom. Your eyes shoot open, and you scramble to find your earphones in your bed.
Youâre gnawing on your bottom lip as you plug them in, suddenly too aware of the fact that he can hear you just as well as you can hear him. Hyunjinâs smile shifts into a small laugh, his hand wrapping around his length through his sweatpants, the firm outline of his cock straining against the fabric. You feel a tingling sensation spread through your body, your inner muscles clenching as you watch the way his hand squeezes along the thick outline, the muscles of his stomach contracting as he lets out a broken sigh.
This feels wrong, as if youâre nothing more than a pervert watching Hyunjin for your own pleasure. But then again, it was he who gave you the website address in the first place. Why else would he have done that if not for you to watch him?
âI have a special someone watching tonight,â he murmurs, and you can just imagine his gaze right now â his eyes hooded and piercing, locked onto the camera with the same intensity as when he looked at you earlier today.
Hyunjinâs hand reaches inside his sweatpants, withdrawing his cock from the constraints of the dark fabric before you can make sense of whatâs happening. Your gaze remains fixed, unable to look away from the red, swollen head that stands out against his pale skin. With lazy movements, he begins stroking himself, the precum dripping from the tip easing the glide of his hand. You bite the inside of your cheek as more arousal leaks from you, gathering in your panties.
âHope she likes watching just as much as she liked listening to me last night,â Hyunjin rasps out, and you immediately close your laptop, throwing it to the side before burying your face in your pillow.
He knows you got off to his voice. He has to know.
And, unfortunately, your brain is currently too clouded by lust to function properly, and the only logical solution you can come up with is to go knocking at his door tomorrow.
You stand in front of Hyunjinâs door at the same time as yesterday, a strange blend of anger and curiosity making you knock frantically until he answers with that annoyingly alluring smirk on his lips.
âDid you enjoy the show last night?â Hyunjin asks before you can even utter a word, his voice filled with a goading tone.
You push past him, walking into his apartment with a scowl. âWhy did you send me that?â
He only shrugs, closing the door behind him before stretching his arms above his head with a sigh. âNeeded you to understand why I canât just stop doing what I do. Itâs my job,â he reasons, âI figured showing you was more effective than telling you.â
A scoff involuntarily falls from your lips, and you fight back the urge to roll your eyes. âSo you just sent me to a website full of porn without even asking me if that was okay? I donât care if thatâs your fucking job, I never asked youââ
âDid you stay till the end?â He asks, a lazy grin on his lips as his gaze wanders across your face. Clearly, heâd completely ignored every word that came out of your mouth.
âHyunjin, are you even listening to me?â
âI was thinking about you, yâknow?â He continues, taking a step toward you. âWas really easy to come when I knew you were watching me.â He cages your body against the door with his, both hands resting beside your head. His dark gaze locks onto you, causing your breath to hitch. âAll I could think about was how you were secretly listening to me all this time. Such a dirty girl.â
Hyunjin clicks his tongue, shaking his head in feigned disappointment. You want to tell him you werenât secretly listening to him; you were merely thrown into this situation against your will. But his gaze shifts from your eyes to your lips, lingering before roaming over the swell of your breasts, causing your thoughts to blur and your words to die in your throat.
âKept thinking about how I never heard you,â he says, almost as if heâs wondering aloud. âWhen was the last time someone fucked you properly?â
His gaze finally travels back up to yours, and the fog of desire clouding his eyes is unmistakable. The moment you knocked on his door, you knew this would happen. You werenât naĂŻve, and Hyunjin wasnât stupid; the moment you pushed past him and into his apartment, you both knew where this was going.
âDonât have time to go on dates,â you murmur as Hyunjin leans down, humming low on his throat.
âWell,â he whispers, the warmth of his breath tickling your face. âYou got to listen to me, got to watch me⌠Donât you wanna know what it feels like?â
You can only nod, and Hyunjin immediately presses his lips to yours in a searing kiss. He wedges his knee firmly between your thighs, as if heâs silently demanding that you give in to him. Little does he know youâre already way past that point.
Breaking the kiss, Hyunjin studies your features for a beat, the pad of his thumb gliding across your bottom lip as you look up at him with pleading eyes.
âYou really want this?â He asks, and you canât help but feel he does it simply for the pleasure of hearing you beg.
But you happily comply either way.
âPlease,â you breathe out, and Hyunjin chuckles, firmly pressing his thumb into your mouth and watching as you wrap your lips around it with a contented hum. A smile tugs at the corner of his lips.
Hyunjin pushes his thigh against your core, the seam of your shorts creating a delicious friction against your clit. You can feel the warmth of his body as he presses up against you, and a sigh falls from your lips, your hands gliding up around his shoulders. You have no reservations left in your body; the only thing replaying inside your mind at the moment is the image of Hyunjinâs cock on your laptop. He was right. You were dying to know what it would feel like.
His strong hands firmly gripped onto your hips, guiding you to move against his thigh, each back-and-forth motion increasing the pressure on your aching clit. It felt too much, yet not enough at the same time. But just as youâre about to plead for more, Hyunjinâs pressing his lips to yours again and swallowing down your voice. His tongue slides against yours, the taste of coffee and smoke lingering in your mouth as he grazes your bottom lip with his teeth, pulling gently before letting go.
You feel your mind go fully hazy as Hyunjin lifts his thigh, bringing you up to your tiptoes, his muscles flexing and prompting you to roll your hips faster, harder.
âWho wouldâve thought, huh? Just minutes ago you were acting like I was the worst person alive,â He lets out a low chuckle, amused, and your grip on his neck tightens as you feel the familiar vexation he brings out of you bubble up inside your chest. âNow youâre humping my leg like a bitch in heat.â
âShut up,â you choke out, your brain too lust-hazed to conjure up a better response. You donât particularly care what he thinks of you so long as he keeps his bruising grip on your skin, guiding you to roll your hips against him.
Hyunjin trails kisses down the skin of your neck, settling at the dip of your collarbone and sucking on the skin while you eagerly quicken your speed. His teeth nip at the sensitive skin, undoubtedly marking you, while his thigh begins to bounce against your cunt, and you can feel the familiar aching warmth of your orgasm beginning to tighten in your stomach. But just as youâre about to be hit by the release youâre so desperate for, Hyunjinâs hands leave your hips and slide down to your ass, any stimulation you had before coming to a halt as he picks you up and makes his way to the living room.
âWhat the fuck?â You all but yell, earning you a hearty laugh from Hyunjin. âI was close, you asshole.â
He roughly throws you onto the couch, a condescending pout etched onto his lips.
âBut thatâs no fun for me, is it, baby?â He hovers over you, spreading your thighs apart and slotting himself between them. In stark contrast to his words, he gently lifts your shirt over your head, feather-light touch sending shivers down your spine. âGreedy girls donât get to come.â
You feel your insides clenching at his words, and although you despise the effect he has on you, youâre already here, laid out before him, so you might as well indulge him. You gently push Hyunjin back until he sinks into the sofa, legs lazily spread apart and half-lidded eyes fixated on you. As soon as you clutch at his shirt, he promptly tugs it over his head in one fluid motion, and you attach your lips to the bare skin of his stomach, trailing kisses down the expanse of his torso.
You waste no time tugging his sweatpants down and out of your way, his cock now hanging heavily before you, just as pretty as it had seemed on that little screen. Hyunjinâs hand soon wraps around himself, stroking lazily while you watch the precum dribble from his tip. Tentatively, you grab the base of his cock, bringing your tongue to the head and tantalizingly lapping at it. Hyunjin lets out a quiet gasp, his own hand leaving his length and tangling in your hair, guiding you forward toward his cock. You part your lips and suck the head into your waiting mouth, hands now stroking his length at a slow pace while you lick up his slit, the salty taste lingering on your tongue. You hold back a chuckle when you feel him twitch under your touch, a soft whimper falling from his throat.
Hyunjinâs hips buck up into your lips, and you promptly open your jaw wider and slide his whole length down your throat slowly. You werenât lying when you said you had no time for dates, which is why you find yourself struggling a bit. It truly had been a while since you had a proper fuck, but you would never give Hyunjin the pleasure of hearing you admit it. Breathing through your nose, youâre finally able to move up and down his cock, swallowing all of him. Your eyes well up as his fingers tug harshly at your hair, shoving your mouth back down the entirety of his thick length. A choked-out whimper falls from your throat, and you instinctively move your gaze toward his.
âGod,â he rasps out, teeth gnawing at his bottom lip and eyebrows knitting together. âYou take me so well.â
You promptly remove your lips from him with a loud pop, precum and saliva dribbling down your chin as you struggle to suppress a laugh at the utter indignation on his face.
âI doubt you could fuck me if I let you come,â you shrug, and Hyunjinâs expression softens, a scoff falling from his lips.
Before you can say anything else, heâs already pushed you back onto the couch, easily flipping you over so your face is pressed into the cushion. He snakes a hand under your stomach and lifts your hips, quickly working to rid you of your shorts before pressing his cock against your clothed ass.
He leans down, lips pressed against your ear â much like it was in your fantasy back in your bedroom â and whispers, âYou need me that badly? I can feel how soaked you are, and all you did was hump my leg.â
You grumble under your breath, but it goes ignored by Hyunjin as he grips your hips and slides his cock under the fabric of your panties, stroking himself along your soaking slit with a low groan. You can feel your underwear gradually dampen more as his precum mixes with your own arousal, the sheer cloth clinging to his cock with each thrust.
Hyunjinâs hand splayed across your lower back, causing you to arch your body and press your hips back instinctively. He chuckles, hand coming down onto the supper flesh of your ass with no warning, a sharp whimper falling from your lips.
âI told you greedy girls donât get to come,â He reiterates, clicking his tongue and grabbing a large handful of your ass before tugging your panties down your legs. You quietly hoped the trees outside obscured enough of his window, otherwise youâd be in for some interesting elevator rides with your other neighbors. With a hiss, Hyunjinâs thumb presses against your clit before gliding along your wet folds. âSoaking wet,â he mutters, eyes glazed over while he watches your slick coat his finger.
You simply hum, not wanting to stroke his ego any more than you already had by begging him earlier. But youâre unable to contain the gasp that leaves your lips as he pushes his hips forward, the swollen tip of his cock gliding against your warm core once, twice, all while Hyunjinâs hands travel across your ass and thighs. Youâre sure heâll tease you until you give in and beg, but it seems his facade is quick to crumble. He impatiently wraps a hand around his length, finally guiding himself toward your entrance, seamlessly gliding into you with a heavy sigh.
He stills for a second, gaze transfixed by the way your cunt stretches around his thick cock. Until he suddenly pulls out of you before snapping his hips forward again, then again, until he sets a rhythm of deep, fast strokes that have you rocking back and forth on the couch. Pulling yourself up to rest on your forearms, you choke out a loud moan, Hyunjinâs cock twitching inside you at the sound.Â
âFuck, youâre so tight,â He groans, strong arms encircling your body once more, this time pulling you close to him until your back presses against his chest. Hyunjinâs thrusts grew more forceful, the sound of skin slapping together echoing through his small living room as he relentlessly pumped himself into you. His hand wraps in your hair, yanking your head back and humming against your ear, âGo on, you can moan for me,â he hisses, âI know how good it feels.â
Fuck. His ego is surely something you would never get used to.
But you let go, freely groaning at the feeling of his cock pistoning into you. You can feel the curve of his grin against your cheek.
âLike that, I know how much you like it,â he rasps out, âJust as much as you liked touching yourself to my voice like a little slut.â
âFuck off, youââ you huff, your words cut off by a drawn-out mewl as Hyunjinâs fingers firmly pressed down on your clit, flattening the swollen bud. You couldnât control yourself after that, desperate whimpers and choked-out moans falling from your lips with each harsh thrust of his hips.
Your sounds seem to stir something inside of him, and his movements grow more erratic, his fingers circling your clit hastily. A crescendo of arousal and pleasure envelops you as more curses tumble from Hyunjinâs lips against your ear, his hand gripping your cheek and pulling you into a messy kiss.
You clench around him, body shaking with the force of your climax as you seek Hyunjinâs arm wrapped around your body for purchase. He continues pounding into you, and you feel yourself squirm, your vision going blurry from the stimulation.
âGonna come,â he hisses against your lips, âWhere do you want it?â
And youâre too far gone at this point, whimpering, âAnywhere you want.â
Hyunjin curses under his breath, pulling out while his hand finds your lower back once more, pushing you onto the couch before flipping your pliant body over so youâre facing him. You watch with hazy eyes as he strokes himself feverishly over your body, his cum soon shooting onto your breasts.
His unreadable gaze lingers on you for a beat and a half before he nonchalantly tucks himself back into his sweatpants and heads toward the hallway. You sit up on the couch, limbs aching, and chuckle to yourself. This was not your proudest moment, but you surely didnât regret it.
You donât expect aftercare from someone like him, so you resign yourself to searching for your discarded shirt. But Hyunjinâs tall frame appears before you, towel in hand before you can even stand up. His touch is gentle as he cleans your chest, and although the gesture is somewhat sweet, it feels extremely awkward.
âReally liked fucking you,â he tells you with a grin, âBut you gotta leave now. Iâm going live later, and I also gotta go to the club tonight, so I have to rest. But it was fun.â
And you simply scoff at his words, rising to your feet to dress yourself as quickly as possible. It was a bit baffling how he could fuck you the way he did, then tell you heâs off to pick up more girls at a club immediately after. But what did you expect? Hyunjinâs ego and arrogance were clear to you from day one.
âWhy the fuck do you go clubbing so much, anyway?â You question as you head toward the front door, and Hyunjin chuckles behind you. âIs that your hunting ground or something?â
âYou could say that,â he simply says.
As you unlock his door and step out into the hallway, Hyunjinâs voice calls out to you. Turning to look at him, youâre met with that familiar smirk adorning his lips.
âWe can do this again anytime you want,â he assures, and the mere thought of letting him touch you again makes you roll your eyes in disdain.
âYeah right.â
If only you knew then just how awfully torturous it would be to listen to him, knowing what he was doing â most importantly, knowing what it felt like to have him.
Lust completely clouds your judgment when it comes to Hyunjin, and you soon find yourself coming back to his apartment until it becomes an annoyingly pleasurable habit.
Every day, when he hears you get home from work, your phone buzzes with a text asking that you come over and help him âwarm up for his job.â The nights of suffering in your bedroom have transformed into watching him from the corner of his room, enthralled with the way he can make himself come on camera so eagerly and later fuck you with just as much vigor.
Itâs a nice arrangement, but definitely not one you see yourself in for the long run. Hyunjin might kiss you and hold you close as he fucks you, but youâre not foolish enough to anchor your feelings to someone like him. Itâs not his job thatâs the problem, but mostly his attitude toward life. He belongs to nobody, while you yearn to belong to someone. Routine is the last thing on his mind, while you revel in its comfort. You could never be with someone like him.
But it is a nice arrangement.
So you find yourself back in his bed again today, his heavy cock in your mouth as he tugs harshly on your hair, painting the back of your throat with his cum. Except this time, he doesnât immediately ask you to leave.
âWhat?â You ask, âDonât you have to go clubbing or something?â
âItâs my day off,â he shrugs, his arms wrapping around you as he pulls you close and falls back into bed. You furrow your brows, detangling yourself from him.
âDay off? From what, picking up girls?â
Hyunjin chuckles, eyes sleepy. âI work at the club,â he simply says. âIâm a host, I just act like I go clubbing when I talk about it during my lives âcause my viewers can be a bit stalkery.â
âWhat?â
âHave you heard of The Siren?â He asks, and you hum, recalling a faint memory of some of your co-workers mentioning the club in passing. âThatâs where I work.â
You nod slowly, still confused. âWhat exactly does a host do?â
âWell, basically, I get to make money just by making lonely women feel wanted.â
You canât help but scoff at his crude description. âAnd do you fuck them?â
âWell, yeah,â he answers like itâs obvious. âItâs part of the job.â
âFucking hell,â You let out a hearty laugh, to which Hyunjin shoots you a questioning look. âYour sex drive really should be studied.â
His lips upturn into a smirk, and his arms reach for you again, beckoning you back into his embrace. âNo need to be jealous, baby. I only fuck them if theyâre willing to pay, and Iâm expensive.â
You roll your eyes, allowing him to pull you into his chest. He threads his fingers through your hair, and you canât help but feel⌠awkward.
âYouâre kind of an asshole, Hyunjin.â
He hums. âSure, but you still let me fuck you.â
You two stay that way for a while, his fingers massaging your scalp as he presses a kiss to your head now and then. It feels disorienting, like a sudden shift from everything Hyunjin had been until now. He was never caring or sweet, he never kissed you if you werenât fucking, and he surely never cuddled you. Your face involuntarily contorts into a grimace.
You detach yourself from him, getting up from the bed and telling him youâll see him later. But Hyunjin is grabbing at your arm with a smile.
âCome on, donât be sad,â he giggles as you try to free yourself from his grip. âIâm really not the type of guy you should have fallen for, anyway.â
You still at his words, face contorting into pure befuddlement. âFallen for? Who the fuck says Iâve fallen for you?â
And Hyunjin simply scoffs, letting go of your arm as his smile shifts into his characteristic grin. âWell, thereâs a reason Iâm number one among the hosts at The Siren.â
âHyunjin, those girls arenât exactly after you for your personality,â you deadpan. âYouâre really nothing worth falling for.â
His grin slowly fades, and itâs his turn to have confusion take hold in his eyes. âWhat?â
You can tell he wasnât expecting this. Almost as if he was expecting you to have truly fallen for him simply because he⌠is him. And you canât help but chuckle at the situation.
âHyunjin,â you call out to him sweetly, and his gaze is back on you immediately. âYouâre a nice fuck, but thatâs really it. Donât worry about me falling for you.â
You can swear you see a flicker of hurt in his eyes, but itâs likely only your imagination. He opens his lips to speak but promptly closes them again. He simply stares up at you from where heâs sat on the bed and almost looks sweet. If you didnât know him, you would undoubtedly be charmed by this convincing facade. You have to give it to him; you do understand why heâs number one at his job.
âButâŚâ He trails off, shaking his head. âBut Iâll see you again tomorrow, right?â
âSure,â you shrug. âWe can keep fucking until I find something better.â
You run your fingers through his long hair and make your way to the door, leaving him with an expression frozen in bewilderment.
Hyunjin might kiss you and hold you close as he fucks you, but heâll never be yours.
But thatâs not a problem, as you surely will never be his as well.
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