#i am still having a great time watching it though <3 | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

oddinary4bts · 2 days ago

Text

Be With You | ch 6

☆summary: who knew that the hot guy you've been paired with for a class project is also a kind soul? Certainly not you, and you feel yourself falling even though you know you shouldn't. Will it be your demise, or will it all work out in the end?

☆pairing: Choi San x female!reader

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI, this chapter contains mature content)

☆genre: slow burn strangers to lovers, college!au, smut, angst and fluff

☆warnings: an ikea trip, way too much domesticity, sydney and yunho <3, our favourite dimples, cursing, they watch Deadpool and Wolverine, mentions of alcohol, mentions of Jungkook, explicit content: hickey, ass slapping, fingering, clit play, oral sex (female and male receiving), edging, grinding, jerking off, big dick!San, protected sex, nipple play, praising, a hint of degradation

☆word count: 14.1k

☆series masterpost

☆add yourself to the taglist here

☆a/n: hope you guys like this chapter!!! the simps be simping if you know what i mean ;) and thank you to @moonleeai for your amazing work as my beta reader, I love you and am forever thankful for you <3

☆☆☆☆☆

Cold snowflakes Withered down Until you bloom As a spring flower I'll be with you

Be With You, Ateez (english translation)

☆☆☆☆☆

Saturday, October 12th

You don’t know how San convinced you to go with him to Ikea.

But then again, you doubt you’d ever be able to refuse those sparkly eyes of his, especially when they’re paired with his slight pout. Indeed, the second he’d regarded you like a lost puppy when you’d initially denied the invitation, you folded and accepted to accompany him, if only so that he stopped looking so sad.

That, and the fact that you were supposed to work on your project and that he was refusing to let it go as long as you didn’t say you’d go with him.

Obviously you still managed to get some work done - you really are a great team with Choi San - even though you have to admit that his lips and his dimples have grown even more distracting now that you’ve started getting accustomed to their taste. Luckily for you, San had insisted on meeting at the library, and he sat on the other side of the table the whole time, so close yet too far to touch.

He walked you home after and kissed you outside, but this time you weren’t able to convince him to come sleep over, since he was supposed to meet up with Jongho at the gym after your study session.

You push the thoughts away as you stretch in bed, the early hour mocking you. You rarely get up early on the weekend, but San insisted to go first thing in the morning so that you could build the furniture in the afternoon, and then he mentioned that he had an activity planned for the two of you, as a thank you for helping him.

He’s convincing. It’s annoying, but Choi San is highly convincing when he wants something. You can’t even blame him - you do want to spend time with him anyway, no matter how vulnerable being with him makes you feel.

You’re surprised you haven’t gotten scared yet. Every day you expect to wake up with fear in your heart regarding your… situationship with San, yet so far you’ve only been filled with excitement when it comes to him, the sweet taste of the honeymoon phase far too strong for the fear to take hold in you.

It’s also been three years since you got broken beyond repair by Jungkook. Maybe it’s a sign that you’ve healed, that your mind and body are finally ready to move on despite the heartbreak that Jungkook caused you.

Or maybe it’s like your mother once said - when you meet your person, you’ll know. And even though it’s only been a few weeks, you think you know.

You just hope you won’t be proven wrong.

You glance at your phone, turning off the blaring alarm. It’s 8 AM, and San is coming to pick you up in thirty minutes, so you quickly get up to get ready. You prepared your outfit yesterday night, so you throw your clothes on quickly, and then put a bit of makeup on to hide your tiredness. You stop by the kitchen next to eat a quick breakfast - hard-boiled eggs in soy sauce - and then you brush your teeth.

You’re ready just in time for San to text you that he’s downstairs, and you’re putting your jacket on by the front door when Sydney walks out of Yunho’s room, yawning.

You look at her, cocking an eyebrow, and then she glances down at herself.

“Whoops,” she lets out.

“You could have at least put some pants on,” you tease her.

She’s indeed only wearing one of Yunho’s shirts, but luckily for you, it reaches to her mid-thighs, so she’s not putting on too much of a show.

“Shut up, I’m just going to the bathroom,” she grumbles with a light blush on her cheeks, and you just laugh at her

“Lucky you,” you let out. “I’m heading out now.”

“We might see each other tonight,” she says as you bend down to put your shoes on.

You look up, meeting her gaze. “Huh?”

“San told Yunho that we could come with you guys at the arcade,” she explains. “He didn’t tell you?”

You frown, and then realization hits you. “Oh, that’s what he’s planning.”

“Did I just spoil a surprise?” Sydney says with a wince.

“Don’t worry about it,” you reassure her. “I don’t think he’ll mind since he invited you guys.”

You’re not sure she’s reassured, but she looks far too tired to apologize further. So you finish putting your shoes on, grabbing your purse and then waving goodbye to her as she just stays there, leaning against Yunho’s door.

You’ll give her shit for the hickey on her neck later today.

*****

San is waiting right in front of your building, his hazard lights on as he couldn’t quite park on the side of the road. He waves at you with a bright smile on as he sees you walking out, and your lips curve upwards as you wave back, jogging to his car.

“Good morning!” you greet him as you get into the car, settling down in the passenger seat.

You pull on the seatbelt, though San stops you with a hand on your jaw, turning your face towards him. You’re startled for half a second before he’s pecking your lips, but then you quickly melt, giving into the kiss.

It’s sweet, yet shorter than you’d wish it to be. It still leaves you with your cheeks burning and heart beating wildly, especially as San pulls away, pecking your forehead before he sits back into his seat.

“Good morning,” he greets you back.

“What was that for?” you ask as you put your seatbelt.

He winks at you, dimples on display. “Couldn’t help myself.”

“Right, right.”

He just grins, full of sweet innocence that makes you want to kiss him again, and this time kiss him good, but he turns off his hazards, driving away a second later.

“Hope you’re ready,” he tells you.

“How far is it again?” you ask, grabbing your phone out of your purse as if it’ll bring the answer.

“It’s a forty-five minute drive,” San replies. “We can stop at a café if you want something to eat on the way.”

“I should be okay, I ate breakfast before you picked me up.”

He nods, and you assume he’s also eaten because he doesn’t mention a café again, instead asking you how your evening was yesterday.

You spent it at home with Sydney, talking about everything and nothing as you watched some music videos on YouTube, which quickly led to an impromptu karaoke session interrupted by Yunho coming home from the bar.

Indeed, the boys all decided to hang out last night, and though both San and Yunho claimed they tried to get you invited, the others were firm on the evening being boys only. Not that you mind - you hadn’t hung out with just Sydney in a while, so it was great to spend time with your best friend.

You even baked some sugar cookies that you ate far too quickly, and that kept you up for the first part of the night once you’d headed to bed.

“Why is there traffic?” San complains ten minutes later, when his car comes to a halt behind another car on the highway.

You glance at him, the pout on his lips endearing. “It’s fine,” you reassure him, patting his thigh. “At least we’re together.”

You’re about to pull your hand away when he drops his on top of yours, interlacing your fingers. “You know what, you’re right.” He brings your hands up, pecking the back of yours. “Thanks again for coming with me.”

You gulp, the affectionate gesture taking you by surprise, and you find yourself unable to reply for a few seconds, your mind swirling with your budding feelings for Choi San.

“Of course,” you eventually reply. “I couldn’t abandon you.”

“You’re my knight in shining armour,” San teases.

You chuckle, and then a new song comes on the radio, one that you and Sydney sang far too loud yesterday. You immediately turn the volume on, bright smile on your lips as you glance at San.

“I love this song!”

He just smiles back, and then you’re singing. He joins in, and his voice is clear, stable, far more beautiful than yours could ever be.

San sings like you imagine crystal sounds like.

“Damn,” you tell him when the song ends. “When were you going to tell me that you’re a good singer?”

He throws you a quick look before focusing on the road in front of him again. “I don’t sing well.”

“Bullshit.”

He chuckles, though it’s shy, his cheeks tinting with pink. “I really don’t.”

“Shut up,” you insist, pulling your hand away from his so that you can fold your arms on your chest. You frown slightly, lips jutting out in a small pout. “Just take the compliment.”

That makes him laugh, and you can’t help but smile at the sound, especially as he meets your gaze with those sparkling eyes of his, even as the dimples on his cheeks steal your attention.

“Well thank you, then,” he says. “I appreciate it.”

He looks awkward saying so, and you can’t blame him - you too are shit with compliments. So you make a mental note to shower him with compliments, if only so that you can help boost his self-esteem.

Not that you think Choi San is insecure. On the contrary, his cockiness and easy flirting tell you that he’s more on the confident side, but you still want to make him happy.

Gosh. You’d laugh at yourself if you heard your thoughts for him a year ago.

It ends up taking a little over an hour for you to arrive to Ikea, but San manages to get parking near the doors, which is a relief considering that it started raining five minutes ago. You quickly jog to the building together, and then you’re engulfed with warmth as you step in, San grabbing a cart by the door.

“In case we get some decorations,” he offers as an explanation.

You nod your head, and then you follow him in as you walk into the Ikea proper.

It’s overwhelming - the store is huge, and you get lost in the maze that it’s made of, though the presence of San at your side is comforting. You end up messing around in the couch section, trying every couch as if your life depends on it. It leads to a lot of laughs - and a couple side eyes from the other customers - but you can’t bring yourself to care.

You think you gain a couple more months of life whenever you hear San laughing after all.

“I don’t think that one would work with Byeol,” you say as you motion to a dark green couch that looks like it’s straight out of a Victorian house. “But goddamn, I love it.”

San smirks. “It’s giving rich.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “This is Ikea, how rich can it be?” But then you gaze at the price tag, your eyes widening. “Never mind.”

“One day,” San says solemnly as he too takes a look at the price tag, wincing at the expensive price. “One day we’ll have a fancy house with all the fancy furniture that you want.”

His words have your heart racing in your chest. Knowing he’s imagining a future with you…

You can’t help the grin on your lips as you follow him towards what appears to be different models of bedrooms.

“You’re adorable,” San says with a soft voice, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to press a quick kiss on the top of your head.

“So are you,” you fire back. “Already imagining us living together.”

“Why not?” he says, stopping in his tracks to let a woman and her kid pass in front of the cart. “That’s most of the fun of being at Ikea.”

“And here I thought it was because of me.”

San laughs as he starts pushing his cart forward again, and you follow him quickly. “It is because of you. How can I help myself when I have a beautiful girl with me?”

You flush red. “Ew, you’re so cheesy.”

He grins, winking at you. “And you love it.”

You don’t have it in you to deny it, so you just roll your eyes as you make your way to the bedroom section.

San already knows what night table he wants - he just wants a second one like the one he already has - and so he quickly finds it, noting down the name of it before you continue your journey in the store. He ends up choosing a small desk for the walk-in closet as well, and then you’re walking through the kid section, your eyes catching on a plushie.

“Oh my God!” you let out, grabbing the small, pink pig. “It’s adorable.”

San just smiles at you as you put it in the cart. “Are you really buying this?”

“No, you’re buying it for me,” you shoot back with a wink.

He burst out laughing, grabbing the plush toy and putting it back where you took it. You make to fold your arms on your chest in protest, but he pulls on your arm, making you fall in his embrace.

“I’ll get you something better tonight,” he says as a promise, pecking the top of your head.

You’re frozen. Before him, you would have been horrified at the public display of affection, but with him it just feels right. Feels like you should always be falling into his arms, if only so that he can peck the top of your head after.

You wrap your arms around his waist, tilting your head back to look at him. “Yeah.”

He nods, delivering a sweet kiss to your forehead next. “Yes, I promise.”

“And let me ask,” you say, a smirk slowly growing on your lips. “Where are you going to get me something better?”

“You’ll see,” he replies enigmatically, taking a step back.

So he’s unaware that Yunho told Sydney, and that Sydney told you. Not wanting to disappoint him and ruin the surprise, you pretend like you don’t know, instead grumbling, “It better not be some furniture making.”

“What about baby making?”

You stumble on your feet, your cheeks flushing red as you punch him in the arm. He only laughs, a wide grin on his lips as he looks at you.

“Jesus fuck, San, we’re in public,” you grit through your teeth.

He shrugs, looking around the two of you. “Does it look like somebody heard?”

It really doesn’t, yet the embarrassment clings to you as he starts walking away, pushing the cart towards the decoration section. Your cheeks are still tinted with pink by the time he stops to grab a decorative pillow, showing it to you.

“Do you think this would look good on the couch?” he asks.

You take a deep breath, pursing your lips. “I think so? Would Byeol be okay with it?”

“She’ll probably sleep on it,” San says, and he immediately drops the pillow in the cart, adding another one a second later. “Sold.”

You laugh, your embarrassment finally dwindling away, and then you continue to walk through the store, stopping when San sees a fake plant that he claims would look good in his bedroom, on the new night table he’s getting.

As he says so, your eyes are attracted to three little black sculptures of a bear, a squirrel and a bunny, and you point towards them, smiling excitedly.

“This!” you just say.

San looks towards you, his brow creased in confusion. “Huh?”

“You have to buy this.”

He eyes the little statues, cocking his head to the side. “Where would I put them?”

“With the plant!”

He chuckles at your enthusiasm. “Byeol will probably make them fall.”

You pout, offering him the best puppy eyes you can muster up. He rolls his eyes, a smile playing at the corners of his lips, and he grabs a box, putting it in the cart.

“Happy?” he asks you.

You nod your head quickly, grinning. “Hell yeah.”

You burst out laughing at the same time, and then you’re heading to the warehouse area. There’s no trolley available for the boxes with the furniture, so you end up playing Tetris in the cart, managing to get everything in there. You have to hold onto one of the boxes though, and you do so as you head to the register so that San can pay.

Luckily for you, by the time that’s done and you step outside, the rain has stopped, and though puddles litter the ground, you make your way to the car without getting wet. San opens the trunk, and then puts the backseat down so that you can fit the boxes in the car. It’s a tight fit, yet you manage to close the trunk, putting the cart away before finally climbing into the car, right in time with the rain starting again.

“This weather sucks,” you drily comment, and San chuckles next to you.

“Perfect weather to be stuck inside all day building some furniture.”

You groan. “You’re really going to make me do this?”

To your surprise, San misses your teasing tone. Indeed, he pouts, quickly saying, “Well, you really don’t have to help. Sorry if I made you feel like you have to.”

“San!” You grab his hand to attract his attention. “I was just teasing you. Of course I’ll help.”

He smiles victoriously, and you only then understand the manipulation that just happened. He flicks your nose as he winks, and then he’s turning the key in the ignition, and his car comes to life.

“I think I might hate you a little,” you grumble.

He laughs heartily. “You really don’t.”

If only he knew how right he is. Because there’s not a single ounce of your body that holds hate for the man sitting next to you.

The drive back ends taking just as long as the drive to the store, and San insists on stopping at a café to grab something to eat - for strength for the furniture making, he claims. You don’t complain, your stomach grumbling as you’re waiting in line. San teases you for it, and you narrow your eyes at him, trying your best at glaring but failing miserably.

“You’re adorable,” San says, and he grabs your hand, pulling you into his side. “Thank you for coming to Ikea with me.”

Your heart flutters, and your glare melts into a soft smile as you reply, “Thank you for inviting me.”

He simply nods, pulling you to the counter when the person in front of you finishes ordering.

“Hello,” the barista says. “What can I get for you?”

San glances at you quizzically, and you get the cue, smiling at the barista. “Huh, I’ll have…” you trail off as you scan the menu behind her. “The ham and brie sandwich, please.”

She nods. “Do you want it grilled?”

“Yes.”

She smiles, glancing towards San once before setting her gaze on you again. “Anything to drink?”

“Just a hot chocolate, please.”

She puts your order in, and then San tells her he’ll have the same thing. He pays, refusing to split the bill, and then he pulls you to the side as you wait for the order to be ready. It doesn’t take too long, and San guides you to a table in the corner so that you can eat.

“Shouldn’t we head to yours?” you ask as you sit.

“Gotta eat these sandwiches while the cheese is melted,” he points out, and he immediately takes a bite of his.

You chuckle, nodding. “Wise move.”

You eat quickly, sharing light conversation here and there while rain lashes at the vitrine of the café. It makes for a gentle ambiance, especially with the soft indie music playing in the background, and you end up lazing around for a little while once you finish eating, sipping on your hot chocolate while San tells you about his latest work-out at the gym, saying that you should go with him.

“One day,” you say. “One day I’ll go with you.”

He pouts. “That sounds like you won’t.”

You wink at him, taking a sip of hot chocolate as you remain silent. He just chuckles, and then the conversation moves to the midterm that you have next week, and the study session you’re supposed to have with him tomorrow.

Though Wooyoung and Sydney are also supposed to come, as you’ll study at the library.

A little while later, when your hot chocolate mugs are emptied and you can’t make any excuses for staying here any longer, you head back to the car, San driving you both back to his place.

You’re not surprised when he parks his car in an underground parking lot - his building is kind of fancy after all. He manages to lock one of the elevators for your use too, and so you’re able to bring everything up at the same time, sweat beading on your forehead by the time you’re in his apartment, watching Byeol as she sniffs at one of the cushions curiously.

“Shit,” you let out, wiping your brow. “That was a work-out.”

San snorts. “That does not count as a work-out.”

You ignore him, adding, “I didn’t even have to go to the gym with you.

“That’s mean,” San whines with a pout on his lips, and you just tap his chest as you shrug off your coat, draping it on one of the dinner table chairs.

“Sorry not sorry,” you sing-song, and you’re about to turn around to look at him when he wraps his arms around your waist.

“I’ll make sure you’re sorry later,” he purrs in your ear, and then he pushes your hair off to gain access to your neck. He kisses your skin once, teasing it with his teeth, and then he’s pulling away, slapping your ass. “Let’s get to work.”

Your mind is spinning as you glance at him, heart beating out of your chest. “What the fuck was that?”

He shrugs. “Guess you’ll find out later.”

You swallow, your dry throat almost making you choke.

Guess you will find out later, after all.

*****

“Holy fucking shit,” San curses. “Are we dumb?”

You’re a laughing mess where you’re lying on the ground. “I told you you were supposed to put that there.”

San groans, plopping on the floor next to you. “Who knew making a desk was so complicated?”

You turn your head to look at him. “I don’t think it’s supposed to be complicated. I just think we’re bad at it.”

He snorts, nodding his head in agreement. Byeol trots towards him, climbing on his lap. He mindlessly pet her, the cat starting to purr almost immediately as she lies down on him.

“At least we finished the night stand.”

You’re currently in the walk-in closet, and you glance through the door towards the night table, and the plant resting on top of it.

“And my little statues are perfect,” you declare with a tired smile.

“Just the perfect touch to the whole decor,” San agrees.

You nod, and then you shut your eyes, sighing deeply. “Maybe we just need to take a nap.”

“Nu-uh,” San lets out. “We have to finish before we go out tonight.”

“Go out?” You sit up, glancing down at yourself. “I’m definitely not dressed to go out tonight.”

Byeol suddenly slaps San’s hand, trotting away as if she never wanted to be petted to begin with. “I promise your clothes are perfectly okay for the place I’m bringing you.”

You hum, tilting your head to the side. “I’ll have to trust you on that.”

He nods with a smile, and you’re relieved you didn’t tell him that you know about the arcade. He looks so excited about it, and you’d hate to kill that sweet smile on his lips.

“Alright,” he says, slapping his thighs once. “Let’s do this.”

“Let’s go!”

To manage to finish the desk, you end up having to remove some pieces to fit the one San forgot. It doesn’t take too long, and about half an hour later, the desk is done, finally resting against the wall in the place San chose for it.

“I’ll put the clothes in there some other time,” he says as he glances at the pile of neatly folded clothes under the ones that are hanging on the other wall. “I’m done for today.”

He gets up, offering you his hand to take so that he can pull you up. You gladly accept it, stumbling a little as his strength almost sends you flying into him. He steadies you with his hands on your shoulders, laughing at your expense, and then you’re following him to the living room, where you find Byeol now lying down on one of the cushions.

San sits next to her, spreading his thighs as he leans back against the couch. The sight strikes you dumb for a moment, and you just stand in the doorway to his bedroom, looking at him. He cocks an eyebrow, a smirk growing on his lips.

“Need help with something?”

It brings you out of the trance he’s seemingly put you into, and you walk over to him, sitting next to him. You grab the cushion next to you, holding it to your chest.

“So when are we leaving?” you ask.

He pulls out his phone from his pocket, glancing at it before tossing it on the couch. “We’ve got like two hours and a half to kill.” He wets his lips, turning his head towards you. “Want to watch a movie?”

You nod in agreement, and San gets up to grab the TV remote under the TV. He comes back a second later, plopping down even closer to you, his thigh pressing against yours. You readjust yourself, leaning your back against the armrest as you put your legs on his lap.

He glances at you as the TV turns on, the Netflix logo appearing. “So I’m a footrest now?”

“Yup.”

He laughs, the dimple on his cheek attracting your eyes like a moth to the flame when he looks at the TV again. “Alright, I see how it is.”

You chuckle, and then you focus on the screen too, as you try to choose a movie. You both don’t find anything to your liking, so San switches to Disney plus, and your eyes widen when you see that the Deadpool and Wolverine movie is now streaming.

San senses your excitement, an endeared laugh falling from his lips, and then he turns it on, putting the remote down next to him before he shifts lying down with his head on your chest.

You worry at your bottom lip as you try to hide the shy smile that appeared on your mouth, but San doesn’t even look your way, making himself comfortable on your chest while you wrap your arms around his neck.

“If I’m the footrest, then you’ll be the headrest,” he says once he finds a good position.

You snort, patting his head. “It’s a perfect deal if I do say so myself.”

The movie starts, interrupting further conversation, and you find yourself glued to the action as it immediately lights up the screen, a snowy field reminding you of the Logan movie appearing.

You want to pat yourself on the shoulder when you realize that, as a matter of fact, it really is the field from the ending of the Logan movie.

The movie is fun, Deadpool’s quips and jokes making the both of you laugh. You’re distracted, fully focused on the scenes unfolding in front of your eyes, when San sits up, almost startling you.

“Where are you going?” you ask in a whine.

He laughs, getting up and then pecking your forehead. “Just going to the bathroom. Don’t wait for me.”

You don’t, watching Deadpool and Wolverine fighting against a horde of Deadpools, and San soon comes back, though this time he spreads your legs, making himself at home between them as he rests his head on your belly.

“That has to be uncomfortable,” you tell him as you look down at him to see how his neck is bent at a weird angle.

“Never have been so comfortable in my life,” he says, and he turns his head to the side to press a light kiss on your abdomen.

Though you’re pretty sure that’s a lie, you don’t argue further, instead losing your hands in his hair as you watch the movie some more.

But San had something in mind. That much you can tell when his hand starts tracing lines on your thigh, going towards your inner thigh before moving back towards a less sensitive area. On and on he goes, hiking his fingers higher every time, but his position doesn’t allow him to reach what you assume is his destination.

“What are you doing?” you tell him when your thigh instinctively spasms from one of his motions tickling it.

“Just touching you,” he says casually. “Unless you want me to keep my hands to myself?”

He lifts his head, glancing at you. He’s got a mischievous sparkle in the depth of his gaze, and you slightly narrow your eyes, trying to interpret his features.

“So you don’t have anything in mind?” you ask, and you pull on his hair, just enough for his eyes to darken as he takes you in.

“Seems like someone else has something in mind, mmh?” he answers, and then he’s moving up, pressing his lips to yours.

As much as you were invested in the movie a minute ago, San steals your thoughts as he kisses you languidly, his knee between your legs. It brushes your pussy, and you let out a breathy sound, especially as he moves to your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses on your sensitive skin.

You try to glance at the movie, but then he bites, and your eyes flutter shut as you softly moan.

“San,” you breathe out a second later.

He lifts his head, lips swollen from his ministrations on your neck. “Huh?”

“You’re distracting me.”

He chuckles, pecking your lips once. “Maybe that’s the goal, baby.”

Your throat dries out, your mouth falling open, but San is back on your neck. You can feel his smirk as he teases your skin with his teeth, and you instinctively turn your head to the side to allow him better access. He jumps on the occasion, kissing the spot where your jaw connects with your neck, and shivers run up and down your spine as you lose your hand in his hair.

It’s sinful. Something about the way San is kissing your neck, knee pressing against you, is so sinful that you start soaking your panties, eyes tightly shut now as you think about how his dick felt against you the other day.

It turns you on, far too much, and when San straightens to pull you down on the couch, you let him do it, pulling him back down by the collar of his shirt after so that you can kiss him with all the fire that’s starting to burn in your veins. He takes it in stride, kissing you with the same intensity, but he’s quick to disconnect your mouths so that he can go down your body instead.

You look down at him, chest going up and down quickly. Byeol has long disappeared somewhere, and you just hope she’s not going to come back anytime soon when San’s fingers stop on the button of your pants.

“Can I take this off?” he asks with such lust in his eyes you feel like the fire in you might be that of a star - an endless combustion that only leaves you burning for more.

“Yes.”

Your breathy answer brings a smirk to his mouth, and San wets his lips as he unbuttons your pants, pulling the zipper down after. He doesn’t look away as he starts pulling your pants down, and you lift your hips up to help him.

Your heart is racing in your chest as the fabric slowly goes down your legs, getting caught in your ankles. San still manages to get the clothing off, and then it’s falling to the floor as he freezes where he’s kneeling, looking down at you with ravenous eyes.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asks as one of his fingers finds the inside of your ankle, and he slowly traces up your leg. “I could just sit here and look at you.” He reaches your knee, his gaze never leaving yours. “Could watch you looking at me like that-” your lower thigh “- Like I’m the only thing in the universe.” He stops at your inner thigh, tracing a circle. “But then I wouldn’t get to taste you, mmh?”

You gulp, nodding your head. It feels like you’re about to be devoured, and your pussy already tingles in anticipation.

“Do you want me to taste you?” he asks.

“Yes.”

He smirks, tilting his head to the side. “Good girl.”

And then he’s hooking his finger in your panties, brushing his knuckle against your clit. You moan at the sudden friction, yet it lasts for only a second as he holds your panties to the side. You’re already breathless, and you just look at him as he’s still staring at you.

“Something that you want?” he teases.

You want to curse at him, but all that you end up saying is, “Want your mouth on me.”

“Oh, you’ll get that.” It’s a promise. At least that’s what his dark gaze tells you, especially as he glances down at your pussy before looking at you again. “You’ll get plenty of that. But first…”

He trails off, words unnecessary when his finger goes back to your clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. He then moves to your entrance, circling that too, collecting your wetness before he brings it back to your clit. He flicks at it, lightly, yet it’s like lightning bolts shooting up your spine.

“San…”

“Mmh?” he lets out.

He stops touching you for a second, but then his thumb replaces his finger, feeling even better. You’re at a loss for words, and your hips just instinctively move up as if looking for more friction.

“Greedy, are we?”

You want to hate him for the teasing, yet it just turns you on so much that you think he’ll make you come in no time. Especially as his thumb goes back down to your entrance, pushing in for half a heartbeat before he’s back on your clit.

He’s good. You were aware of that before, but San knows his way around your body already. He knows it so well he knows right when to accelerate and slow down, knows the right amount of pressure to put on your clit for it to not be too oversensitive.

“Fuck.” The curse falls from his lips, and your eyes flutter open as the couch mattress moves under you from him shifting.

All you can see is his dark hair, and then his tongue replaces his thumb, and your back arches off the couch.

“Easy, baby,” he tells you, laying a large hand on your belly to push you back down. “Let me take care of you.”

You whine as he blows on your pussy, though the whine dies in a choked sound as he pushes a finger in you, slowly. Your walls spasm around him, yet it’s so slow you don’t come undone, only moan his name as he slowly pulls his digit out, only to push it in again at the same infuriating rhythm.

“More,” you beg in between two pants.

He chuckles, and then his tongue is on you once more, devouring you like you might be his last meal on Earth. It’s so insanely good that the room starts spinning around you, and you shut your eyes to focus on the sensations, to focus on the way he’s slowly guiding you towards what you know will be a mind blowing orgasm.

He curls his finger, brushes the nutty spot inside of you and your orgasm comes crashing towards you…

Only to entirely stop in its tracks when San suddenly pulls away, kneeling between your legs again. The denied orgasm hurts, and you look at him with betrayal in your heart. He just kneels there, his bottom lip between his teeth as he stares at you beneath his lashes, his head tilted to the side.

“Didn’t I say I’d make sure you’re sorry earlier?”

You’re out of breath, and it takes you a moment to remind the comment he’d said after you teased him about not needing to go to the gym. “You can’t be serious.”

The frustration in your voice makes him laugh. “So what if I am?”

He pats your thigh, and then sits back against the couch, hand going to his lap as he readjusts his erection in his pants. You just lay there for a moment, pussy bared to his gaze.

But you won’t let him win. Indeed, you slip your hand between your legs, pressing your fingers on your swollen clit.

“Should I finish myself off, then?”

San freezes, and you watch a muscle feathering under his skin as he clenches his jaw once before relaxing. He looks at you, eyes going between your legs.

“Think you can make yourself come?”

To make a show of it, you start drawing circles on your clit, watching San as he watches you. It’s sinful, something you’ll likely be embarrassed about later, but you can’t bring yourself to care right now. Not when the orgasm is so close, and you already feel like you’re heading towards it again.

You see the moment San loses his restraint. His hand goes back to your pussy, and he’s quick to push a finger in as you keep your motions on your clit. The pleasurable intrusion is enough to send you flying towards your orgasm, especially as he starts pumping his finger in and out of you at a steady rhythm.

You don’t know when you come. All you know is that you’re suddenly riding the wave, your mind going numb with ecstasy as your climax hits, your walls spasming around his finger. San milks the orgasm out of you, guides you through it as your head swirls with your release.

Once you come down, San pulls his finger out of you, bringing it to his lips to clean it. You’re too fucked out to truly realize what he’s doing, up until he laughs at the TV, and you look towards it too.

The credits are rolling down the screen, and you can’t help the small chuckle that falls from your lips.

“Oops,” you let out.

“Completely missed the ending,” San comments. “We’ll have to rewind it and finish it later.”

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your beating heart. “Why not now?”

“I assume you want to take a shower?”

You look down at him and at the not-so hidden tent in his pants. “I want to take care of you.”

He wets his lips. “Tonight, baby. I don’t think we have time right now.” You pout and, to your surprise, San bends down, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “I promise we can start where we ended tonight, m’kay?” He pecks your nose next, and then he straightens, offering you his hand to take. “Let’s get you cleaned up and then let’s head to the restaurant.”

You already can’t wait to be home from the arcade later tonight.

*****

You don’t think you’ve eaten this much in months.

You sit back against your seat, patting your belly. San, sitting next to you, glances at you with a laugh on his lips, and you groan.

“I think I ate too much,” you say.

“It’s because Syd kept putting everything on your plate,” Yunho comments, sending a short glare to your best friend.

Short, because it melts to an endeared look the second she glances his way. “Yah, I was fair to everyone. You guys just ordered too much meat.”

“Gotta get the proteins in for the gains,” San jokes, flexing his arm.

You punch him in the shoulder. “Get lost, loser.”

“Hey!” San frowns, pouting his lips as he looks at you. You just grin while Sydney and Yunho laugh in the background, though you can tell that Sydney is holding back.

She’s not yet fully comfortable around San after all. Though she’d been last Saturday at the park, but you assume the alcohol helped her tremendously then.

The conversation moves to other subjects, slowly drifting towards when you should head to the arcade, and you look at San’s profile, barely even hiding the fact that you’re admiring him. He senses your eyes on him, and he turns to meet your gaze, a soft smile growing on his lips.

It seems there was a lull in the conversation, because Yunho and Sydney start on another subject, leaving you and San to just share a look.

There’s electricity in his gaze. Current that flows right to your bloodstream, making your heart beat faster. You can’t help the smile that overtakes your features and, unable to resist, you say, “I can’t wait to beat your ass at the arcade.”

“As if you stand a chance,” he teases back, but then he’s pouting. “I can’t believe Syd spoiled the surprise.”

You grab his hand, squeezing it once to chase the pout away from his features. “Don’t worry about it, I’m still really excited. It’ll be really fun.”

He nods once, leaning forward to press a kiss on your temple. Your chest warms, blood creeping to your cheeks as you feel your brother looking your way.

“I’ll get the bill and we can split later,” Yunho says, interrupting the sweet moment with San.

There’s a knowing smirk on your brother’s lips, like he’s proud of himself for ruining the moment, and your eyes send daggers his way as he raises a hand, meeting your waiter’s gaze.

After the bill is finally paid, you all head to the arcade, which coincidentally is right next door. You walk in to the sound of some old K-pop music playing in the background, a song you think might be from Big Bang blasting on the speakers. Mixed with the music are the distinct sounds of the many games that can be found at the arcade, like the racing games and the shooting ones. You think you might even spy a punching bag in the distance, but a crowd is huddled around it, and it’s hard to tell.

You head to the counter first, all of you investing twenty dollars in coins for the games, telling yourselves that you can always come back later if you want more. Excitement bubbles in your stomach, and you make your way to the first game, some zombie shooting game that leaves the group of you laughing and struggling to catch breath from your shared lack of aim. Yunho ends up being the one with the highest score, and his winning streak persists through the next three games, but you and San manage to beat Sydney and Yunho at the basketball game.

“Let’s do this one again!” you excitedly say, jumping in place as you point at the basketball game.

“No thanks,” Yunho drawls. “I think I’d rather do some racing games.” He looks at Sydney pleadingly, and then he grabs her hand. “Please come with me?”

She’s beaming under his attention - you doubt he needed to plead at all. “Yeah, let’s go beat your ass.”

His mouth falls open and then they burst laughing. You watch them as they walk away, a smile on your lips, and then you look at San to find him looking at you already.

“What?” you ask.

“You’re adorable.”

You blush. “Stop saying that.”

“No but…” he trails off. “You just look so happy for them, and I think it’s adorable.”

You purse your lips, scrunching your nose up. “I am really happy for them.”

San grabs your hand, pressing a kiss on your forehead. “I know.” He pulls away, unaware that he’s got your heart racing in your chest, and then he points towards the basketball game. “Let’s do this.”

You take a deep breath to tame the wild beats of your heart, and then you face the game again. “Should we play against each other?”

“Oh hell yeah,” San says, the challenge barely hidden from his words. “Get ready to have your ass handed to you.”

“Won’t happen.”

You both start the game at the same time, and you start shooting time and time again, barely ever stopping. The ball almost always falls through the hoop, and you laugh as you notice San missing three shots in a row.

“Yeah, it really won’t happen.”

“Yah, I've barely started,” San argues, and this time he starts to score again. He’s shooting faster than you - you might have been momentarily distracted by his arm as he throws the ball - and you blink out of your reverie, locking in on the game.

You end up losing to San by only a couple of points, and you fold your arms on your chest as he looks at you with a smug smile. You glare at him, waiting for him to tease you, but he just looks at you, the smile slowly turning endeared.

“Are you sad you lost?” he coos in a baby voice, and your mouth falls open in offense.

“Shut up!”

“Poor you,” he says, reaching for your cheeks as he tries to squeeze time.

You shriek, swatting his hand away. “Stand back!”

“Or what?” he teases, taking a step towards you.

You take one back, looking at him through narrowed eyes. “Or I’ll make you regret it later.”

It’s an echo of the same words he’s told to you before, and San just chuckles, his eyes darkening even though the neon lights of the arcade reflect in his gaze.

“Oh will you, now?” he purrs as he takes another step closer, and this time you don’t move back.

Though San is not extremely tall, he still towers over you, and you have to tilt your head back to keep the eye contact.

“Yeah.”

San just chuckles manly before suddenly pinching your cheek. You yelp, jumping back before you punch him in the shoulder, a curse on your lips. He just laughs at your expense, and then wraps his arms around your waist. You fight against his hold, though it soon dawns on you that you won’t win against him.

Not when it comes to strength. So you change tactics, your hands aiming for his sides, and you tickle him. The sound he lets out is all worth it, and you burst out laughing as he looks at you in betrayal before joining your laughter.

You love moments like these with him. Where you feel like the rest of the world fades in the background, and there’s just you and him. You’ve never really experienced that with anyone before - maybe with Jungkook, during the short-lived honeymoon period you’d had before it had become… what it had become.

The thought showers you in cold water, and you find yourself unable to focus as San leads you to the next game, and the one after that. You run out of coins to play soon after, and San offers to get you more. You just shrug your shoulders, pulling at some dry skin on your bottom lip while San looks at you, his features slowly filling with concern.

“Are you okay?” he asks as he grabs your hand, his thumb drawing soothing circles on the back of your hand.

“I…” You take a deep breath. “Yes, sorry. I got distracted.”

His lips stretch in a tight line before he nods, pulling you closer. “Do you want to go home?”

The disappointment in his tone brings you back to the current moment. To the fact that you’re likely ruining something he was proud to have organized, and you beat yourself up mentally.

“Shit, no,” you say. “We haven’t even played the claw machine yet.”

Though you don’t sound fully convincing, San gives you the benefit of the doubt, pecking your forehead softly before he says, “Let me get some coins for that and then I’ll win you the cutest plushie.”

He’s sweet. Adorable, caring, and oh so healing. Jungkook fades out of your mind at the soft smile on San’s lips, and you can’t resist his gravity. You pull him in, tiptoeing so that you can kiss him. And though it’s featherlight, barely more than a peck, it brings you back your excitement for the evening.

San really is healing, in all ways that matter.

Once he gets the coins, San comes back to you, grabbing your hand to pull you towards the claw machines. The bright lights catch your gaze as you walk in the two alleys, unable to choose which one you want to do first. San just lets you look around, a soft smile on his mouth as you excitedly point to a couple of them.

“These are so cute,” you say, pointing to the plushies in one of the claw machines. They’re all food inspired, ranging from pizzas to broccolis and even something you think is a milk shake.

“Do you want me to get you something from that one, then?” San asks.

You shake your head, pulling him behind you as you continue making your way to the next machine.

That one reveals many different animals, but it’s the cat that catches your gaze - it’s black, with huge, green eyes, and you point at it with a grin on your lips.

“Oh my God! Look at this one!”

San chuckles. “The cat?”

“It could be Byeol’s sibling!”

“Careful, she’ll get jealous.”

You narrow your gaze, letting go of San’s hand to fold your arms on your chest. “I want that one.”

“What’s the pout for?” he teases, laughing. “You look like a five year old.”

You slap his shoulder, rolling your gaze as you head closer to the claw machine. “How does this thing work?”

San stops behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he puts his head down on your shoulder. You feel your cheeks turning red, yet you don’t tell him to move - not when his embrace is so goddamn warm.

“Just gotta put the coins in,” San says. “Do you want to try first?”

“Mmh, I’ve never done this before,” you admit.

San puts a coin in the machine, and lively music starts playing as the claw moves to the top. “So,” he lets out. “You grab this, position it where you want it to be, and then you press on the button. The claw will go down and catch whatever you want.”

“Easy,” you say, though you wince. “I kind of knew that part though.”

He steps next to you, frowning slightly. “You said you’ve never done it.”

“It’s pretty self-explanatory, though,” you point out, chuckling as he sighs, looking away, his lips jutting out in a pout.

“Alright then, do it yourself.”

You laugh, pinching his side in a swift motion. He yelps, almost jumping in place, and then he’s attacking you, hands on your side as you shriek. You know you’re getting looks from the people around you, though you can’t bring yourself to care.

He’s far too healing to care about other people’s opinion.

“I yield, I yield,” you say a moment later, when it becomes clear that you have no chance to win against him.

He laughs, pecking your forehead as he lets go of you. “Now, let’s get that plushie.”

You nod once, taking a deep breath to calm your racing heart, and then you face the machine, rubbing your hands together.

“Let’s do this.”

*****

As a matter of fact, you don’t do this at all. You run out of coins as you both try and try to get the black cat - San manages to make it move once, but without any luck, and disappointment hits you when you realize that you don’t have another chance.

“Why is it so hard?” you whine.

San sighs, leaning against the machine. “This thing hates us.”

“I just wanted a cute plushie.”

“You’ll get it,” San says, pushing up from the machine. He stands straight looking down at you with a serious expression. “I’ll get it for you, just bear with me.”

“San, don’t-”

But he’s already walking away, heading to the reception area. You just stand there, watching him as he buys more coins, and then he’s walking back towards you, a determined look on his face.

“You didn’t need to get more,” you tell him as he stops next to you.

He shrugs his shoulders. “I promised I’d get you something tonight. I’m not going to give up that easily.”

You purse your lips, taking a deep breath. “Thank you.”

His eyes widen. “I haven’t even gotten it yet.”

“No, I know.” You pause, wetting your lips as you search for the right words to say. “I just never really had anyone willing to do something like this for me. Means a lot.”

San remains silent for a moment, looking at you with a sad look on his face. You have to remind yourself that he doesn’t know about Jungkook, doesn’t know about what your ex put you through…

You have to remind yourself that he can’t know, too.

“Then I really have to get it for you.”

You’re falling in love. Free falling, even.

Will he catch you when the time comes?

It takes San a few tries, and he’s on the fifth when he finally manages to get a hold of the plushie. You hold your breath as the claw moves up, and then towards the zone where it lets go the cat. It falls much like you are, only to end up in the right spot. San yells in victory, and he grabs the plushie, handing it to you.

“I told you I’d do it!”

He’s grinning from ear to ear, his dimples bright on his cheeks and fuck, you really are in love.

How is it that you fell in love with him so quickly?

You take the cat from his hands, holding it to your chest. You smile at San, thanking him profusely, and he just laughs, shaking his head as if he didn’t spend forty dollars just to get you a plush toy.

“Don’t worry about the money,” San says, tugging on your hand to pull you towards Sydney and Yunho in the distance. “I just really wanted to make you happy, and there is no price to that.”

“You’re so cheesy,” you say, though the smile on your lips is enough to tell him that you love it.

“For you?” He winks at you. “Yes. You could even say I’m a simp.”

The comment makes you laugh, and you just giggle as he keeps pulling you towards your brother and your best friend, who just look at you curiously, probably wondering how in hell did San manage to break through your walls so quickly.

It does scare you, too, but then again there’s just something about him…

“Are you guys ready to leave?” San asks as you stop next to the pair.

Yunho glances at Sydney. “What do you think?”

“I’m kinda tired,” she says. “But we don’t want to force you guys to go too.”

“Nah, I think we did everything we wanted,” you say. “Unless you wanted to do something else?”

San glances at you, his eyes falling to the plushie you’re clinging to. “Nah, all good. I already spent way too much for that plushie.”

“I told you not to spend so much!”

“But you wanted it!”

Yunho and Sydney just watch the two of you as you bicker, stifling their laughs. You notice their heavy gazes on your profile, so you turn your head, looking at them. “What?”

“Are you guys like twenty years married or something?” Yunho says.

Sydney elbows him in the ribs. “Shut up.”

“No but…”

“Shut up,” she repeats, and it’s your turn to laugh at their expense.

“As if you guys are any better,” you tease them.

Yunho just smiles proudly while Sydney's cheeks dust with pink.

The conversation dies for a few seconds until San finally speaks again, breaking the slight awkwardness as he asks if everyone is ready to go. You all agree, and so you make your way outside, and then to San’s car.

Because of course he drove Yunho and Sydney. His excuse was that you needed to get your stuff to be able to sleep over at his tonight, and you hadn’t argued, not when the invitation made you far happier than you’d dare admit it.

Though you’re pretty sure San noticed, but at least he didn’t tease you for it.

San’s car is parked somewhat far from the restaurant and the arcade, so you end up walking in the soft drizzle, trying to hide your face in the lapels of your jacket. It doesn’t quite work, and you’re freezing by the time you sit in the passenger seat while Yunho and Sydney slide into the backseat.

San is last to climb into the car, and he immediately puts the keys in the ignition, blasting the heat as soon as the engine rumbles to life.

“Why is it so cold so early in the year?” you complain as you rub your hands together. “It feels like we’re in November.”

“If we’re lucky, we’ll get some warmer weather like last week again,” Sydney says from the backseat.

“I’ve heard that it’s supposed to be cold this year.” It’s Yunho speaking, and you glance his way.

“Please don’t say that.”

“Good thing you’ve got someone to keep you warm now.”

The words out of your brother’s mouth make you cringe, and you flash him your middle finger while San just laughs beside you. And then San puts his hand on your thigh, distracting you from your brother, and you sit back in your seat, looking at the street as San pulls out of the parking lot, heading towards your apartment.

The drive isn’t too long. Twenty minutes later, San’s dropping your brother and Sydney off and, since you got your stuff already earlier, you wave them goodbye from the car, looking at them jogging to the front door. Once they’re in, San drives away again, and you glance at him.

The orange light of the streetlights casts shadows on his face, and he meets your gaze for a few seconds, his lips curving upwards in the softest of smiles.

“Hey,” he lets out.

You lean your head against the seat, the same smile making its way to your mouth. “Hey.”

He grabs your hand, pulling it to his mouth so that he can press a gentle peck on your knuckles. Butterflies take flight in your chest, and you welcome the feeling in, ignoring the thought of Jungkook that suddenly flashes in your mind.

You don’t want to be thinking about Jungkook. Not ever again, not after everything he did to you.

Everything you did to him, too.

Jungkook was sweet to you too, once. You’d thought he was the love of your life… but life had other plans for the two of you, didn’t it?

“What are you thinking of?” San asks, interrupting your train of thoughts, stopping it before it goes further.

You freeze, and then you look outside the window, watching the city as it passes by. “Nothing,” you lie. You take a deep breath, and then you look at him again. “Thank you for tonight. I really had fun.”

His dimples appear for a short moment, and then he’s also focusing on the road once more. “Of course. I really wanted to do an activity, and when I talked to your brother yesterday at the bar, I figured you’d be happy if I invited him and Syd too.”

“I really was,” you say, happy that your change of subject worked so well. “But I’m also happy we ended up spending some time just the two of us too, you know?”

He brings your hand to his lips again for another soft kiss. “I know. Me too.”

You smile at him, though this time the ghost of Jungkook doesn’t quite leave your mind. It lingers around, haunting you, rendering you far more silent than you usually are, and you don’t speak for the rest of the ride to San’s place, following him in once you get there.

You think San knows you have something on your mind. Maybe because you’ve spent a lot of time together in the last few weeks, and it’s bound to have made him learn how to recognize your emotions to a certain extent. But he doesn’t say anything, gives you the space to decide if you want to talk or not. You appreciate it - you don’t think you’d be able to talk to him about Jungkook. It would make everything that happened way too… real.

“Byeol,” San sing-songs when he opens the door to his apartment, and his cat comes trotting your way.

You only remember you still have the cat plush toy in your hands when Byeol stops a couple of steps away, her back arching.

“Look, we brought you a new friend,” you tell her, bending down to show her the plush toy.

She takes a hesitant step towards you, extending her neck in your direction so that she can sniff the toy. When she realizes it’s no threat, she moves away, rubbing herself on San’s legs.

“Well, I guess she doesn’t give a fuck,” San deadpans.

You laugh as he bends down, picking Byeol up and pressing a kiss on the top of her head. She tries to dodge, which obviously makes you laugh again, especially as she jumps out of his arms a second later to trot away.

“She clearly doesn’t,” you agree.

You take your jacket off, kicking your shoes off and putting the slippers San keeps for you on before walking in and plopping on the couch. San stops by the bathroom first, meeting you a minute later as you’re looking at the cat plushie, pulling on its extravagantly long tail.

“I didn’t notice,” you start as he plops down next to you, “but the tail is long.”

San nods, letting out a small laugh. “It kinda looks ridiculous.”

“Hey, don’t insult it!”

That just makes San laugh harder, and you roll your eyes, though an amused smile lingers at the corners of your mouth.

“What do you want to call it?”

You ponder for a time, and then you grab the tail again, raising it in the space between you and San. “Mr Snake.”

San’s gaze widens and he snorts. “Mr Snake?” You nod. “It’s a cat.”

“Don’t care didn’t ask,” you sing-song, and then you hug the plushie to your chest, sighing deeply. “I love you, Mr Snake.”

San rolls his eyes teasingly, but then he leans his head on your shoulder as he chuckles. “I guess it’ll be Mr Snake, then.”

You nod, and then you hand him the plushie. “It’s the perfect name.”

There’s a moment of calm silence as San grabs Mr Snake, cuddling it to his chest. It looks ridiculous in his big arms, softening his edges, and you can’t help the endeared smile on your lips.

It just becomes wider when San looks up at you, eyes sparkling. He’s beautiful like this, especially as he leans in, pecking your lips.

“I’ve been dying to kiss you all night,” he murmurs.

So have you. And you don’t think the words are necessary - actions speak a lot louder, so you kiss him, eyes fluttering shut. It’s awkward with the position, and San moves a moment later, straightening so that he can deepen the kiss. His hand finds the nape of your neck, holding you close as you tilt your head to the side. His tongue swipes at your bottom lip, prompting fireworks to burst in your heart, and you climb on San’s laps, cupping his cheeks.

The kiss is languid. The kiss is starting right where you’d finished earlier today, and you already feel warmth blooming in your core. San’s hands hold your waist, and then move down to your hips as he guides you on him. He grinds up at the same time, and his hardening length brushes against you.

You let out a soft moan, disconnecting from the kiss so that you can lean your forehead against his as you grind your hips again.

“Gosh, San,” you murmur, and he presses his mouth on yours once more, his tongue finding yours.

The taste of him makes you feel feral, the lust from before becoming so strong you can taste it in your throat.

There’s no turning back tonight.

“I want to go all the way with you tonight,” San whispers when he parts from your lips. One of his large hands finds the back of your head, and he pulls on your hair just enough to turn your head to the side, and then his lips are ghosting on the skin of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You feel his mouth moving when he adds, “I want to know what it feels like to be in you.” He sucks on your neck, and you grind on him. “I want to hear you moan while I fuck you.”

“San…”

“I want my neighbours to know just how fucking good I’ll make you feel, mmh?”

He’s insane. And you love everything about it.

“Yeah?” you let out, and it’s your turn to pull on his hair as you force his head away from your neck and against the couch. “You’d like that?”

He wets his lips, smirking darkly. “I’d fucking love it.”

You bite at your lower lip, looking down at his glistening mouth. It’s sinful, his lips swollen from your ministrations, and you know it’s just the beginning.

“Wanna do it here, or in your bedroom?” you ask.

San straightens, and then his arm wraps around your waist as he gets up from the couch. You yelp, instinctively holding onto his neck, and San chuckles as he carries you to the bedroom, dropping you on his bed.

“Want you to be comfortable while I make you come,” he says as he rests one knee on the bed between your spread legs, his mouth aiming for yours for a short yet languid kiss. He pulls away a second later to take off his shirt, standing up so that he can unbuckle his belt.

It thuds as it hits the ground, and you just watch him through half-lidded eyes as he takes off his pants, too. Soon, he’s standing in just his black boxers, eyeing you like you’re his prey, and you sit up on the bed, hand reaching for him.

You rub his dick, stopping at his tip as you feel the precum that’s been seeping through the fabric of his boxers. He just lets you do it, looking down at you as you move back down on his length, and then back to the tip.

“You’re already so hard,” you praise.

“Do you know how many times I’ve imagined having sex with you?” he asks, and then he’s pushing your hand away. He pulls his boxers down, hand wrapping around his dick as he slowly strokes himself. “Every time I touch myself, you’re all I’m thinking about.”

It’s dirty. You think any other guy saying that would have creeped you out, but from San, it just makes the warmth in your core ignite into fire, and all you want is to ride his dick, to know how he’ll feel like inside of you.

“You know,” you let out, moving forward so that you can sit on the edge of the bed. “I always think of you when I touch myself, too.” Your hand replaces his at the base of his dick, and you squeeze him once.

“You do?” he asks, and you think you hear him gulp when you lean forward, your tongue swirling around his tip once.

His precum is salty, and it tastes like you’ll be drunk on him by the end of the night.

“Yeah,” you say, blowing a breath on his sensitive tip as you slowly jerk him off. “I’ve been thinking about your dick.” Your mouth closes around him, and you suck once. “Been thinking about riding you until I come.”

He grunts. “Baby, you should know that I’d rather do the work.” He pushes your hair to the side, holding it into a makeshift ponytail. “I want my princess to relax while I take care of her.”

“Your princess?” you repeat, your heart beating just a little faster even though you’ve never been big on pet names before.

“Or do you prefer I call you my little slut?”

You squeeze your thighs together as if looking for friction. “Then what would that make you?”

He leans down, stealing a quick kiss on your lips before he straightens again. “I’ll be anything you want me to be.”

Your heart stops in your chest, filling with so much warmth for him. Because you know he means much more than just sex. He means everything, and you don’t think you’ll ever be able to let go of him.

Will he break your heart like Jungkook did?

“San…”

“I…” he trails off as if he choked on the word. He says your name, and then adds, “I really want you.”

You’re convinced he wanted to say other words, yet you take those, your attention going back to his dick, and the angry, swollen tip that’s just been begging for attention. You move forward, lick at his slit to get another taste of him, and then you wrap your lips around him, hollowing your cheeks.

San groans, and you glance up to see he’s tilted his head back, revealing the proud column of his neck to you, and the Adam’s apple that adorns it. It looks hot, so hot to know that you’re the one making him feel good, and it unleashes you.

It’s sloppy. You’re drooling all over his dick as you go back and forth, sucking when you reach the top and jerking him off as you go. San’s hands remain in your hair, yet he lets you establish the rhythm, letting you take control.

You know it won’t last long. You know he’ll snap eventually, fucking your mouth or fucking you, and you long for it.

Long for the moment he’ll fuck into you for the first time.

You moan on his dick at the thought, your pussy clenching around nothing. You’ve soaked your panties, and you think you might even be soaking through your pants as you just keep sucking San off.

You try to maintain a steady rhythm, but you soon start trying to take more of him in your mouth each time, letting him hit the back of your throat as you hold the gag reflex in. San is a mess over you, and a moment later, he’s moving, slowly thrusting between your lips. You slow down, allowing him to use your mouth like he wants to, but it doesn’t last too long.

San pulls out of your mouth, your drool covering him sinfully, and he looks down at you, panting.

“Why don’t you take your shirt off?”

He doesn’t have to ask twice. You take the shirt off, eyes glued to his as it reveals your skin. You keep going, taking off your bra, and you can tell he’s fighting to maintain eye contact as your nipples meet air, perking from the cold.

Though you’d argue that the atmosphere between you and Choi San is fiery right now, and it doesn’t take more than a heartbeat for your body to flush with warmth again.

“Move back on the bed,” he orders next, though his tone is soft, gentle.

It takes you by surprise, but the lust in his gaze is unmistakable, even if softness swirls within it.

He’s looking at you like he’ll never look at anyone else again, and it makes your heart soar in your chest.

You move back, stopping when San reaches for your pants. He unbuttons them, sliding them down your legs along with your panties. He takes his time with it, leaving a trail of featherlight kisses down your leg, and then he’s letting your clothes fall on the floor.

You’re fully naked, and so is he, and your heartbeat goes wild at the perspective of what’s to come.

San climbs over you, kissing you once as he rests his weight on one of his arms. And then he’s plopping on the bed next to you, his hand finding its way between your thighs. Your legs close at the sudden contact, and he tuts, spreading them wide open again.

“Gotta get you ready before you can take me, baby,” he whispers, kissing your jaw. He even nibbles on it, and you let out a soft moan as he trails a finger between your nether lips.

You wonder, how is it that a single touch of his can feel so good?

San circles your clit with his digit, and then presses on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your eyes flutter shut as you take the sensation in, the friction on you much needed. You blindly reach for his dick, sighing in contentment when you manage to wrap your hand around him, and you start jerking him off, though your hand stills as his finger goes back to your hole, slowly pushing in.

Your walls clench as you moan, and San just whispers sweet nothings in your ear as he pushes his finger all the way in before pulling it almost all the way out. He goes back in, curling his finger to find the nutty spot inside of you, and pleasure shoots through you as he rubs on the sensitive spot.

“Fuck,” you breathe out.

San echoes your curse with a groan as you start moving your hand on his dick again. Though it might be a little awkward from the position, you assume he likes it as he peppers soft kisses on the side of your face and on the corner of your lips.

“You’ll feel so good on my dick,” he whispers.

It doesn’t sound as horny as the words appear to be - it’s more of a plea, and you turn your head to the side to kiss him again. He sighs in your mouth, and your tongues are dancing together by the time he eases a second finger inside of you. It feels heavenly, and you moan, letting him swallow it. He deepens the kiss as he moves his fingers, increasing the rhythm until he’s fucking you with the digits, squelching sounds filling his room.

You think you might come. It feels so good you reckon there’s a high chance you will, a knot already starting to form in your lower stomach. But then, right as he’s fighting against your tightening walls, San pulls out. You whine from the loss of contact, but he’s already moving to his bedside table, pulling the drawer open. He fumbles with a box, grabbing a condom while you just watch him.

“I want you to come on my dick,” he offers as an explanation, his words low and husky.

You will - you’ll likely come the second he pushes into you, and the thought makes you press your thighs together.

San tears the foil package open, rolling the condom down his dick. He gives it a few strokes as if to make sure it’s well placed, and then he’s moving back towards you. He sees your legs pressed together, tutting, and then he’s climbing on top of you, spreading your legs with his knee.

“You ready to take me?” he asks as he kneels back between your thighs.

You look down at him, taking in the sheer size of his dick and, even though you’ve seen him before, it feels like the first time all over again. “You’re so big,” you say through the lust clouding your mind.

“Don’t worry,” he purrs, tapping his dick on your clit. “We’ll make it fit.”

And then he’s rubbing his tip between your folds, collecting your juices. You moan at the sensation, your legs opening wider as if that will make him slip in. But San is patient - he might even be some sort of a brat. Because he moves away from your entrance, his tip returning to your clit.

You whine, your hips lifting from the bed as you try to take him in. San just moves his dick away from you, regarding you darkly as he waits for you to fall back on the bed.

“Be patient, princess, I’ll fuck you in just a moment.” He taps your clit. “Just making sure you’re ready.”

“I am,” you let out, voice breathy.

He chuckles, and then he’s bending down, his tongue flicking on your nipple. The sudden touch makes you arch your back as you push your breast in his mouth, and San sucks on your nipple, his tongue circling it. His teeth tease your skin lightly, and you moan as your legs wrap around his waist. It makes him rub between your nether lips, yet he’s still not where you need him to be.

“Alright, alright,” San says as he pulls away from your nipple, lips glistening. “I’ll take it you’re ready.”

You nod as he leans on one of his elbows so he can reach for his dick again. You look down at the spot where your bodies are touching while he aligns himself with your entrance, your pussy already clenching just at the thought of what will happen in just a few heartbeats.

“Look at me,” San whispers, and the lust is gone.

You’d say only affection is left, but you don’t want to be delusional, not when it’s only been a few weeks.

San slowly pushes in, fighting against your walls for a second before they relax and let his tip in. Even then he stretches you wide open, the burn deliciously good, and you frown in pleasure. He’s biting his lower lip, like he’s trying to keep a moan in, and his eyebrows almost touch over his eyes as he keeps pushing in.

Inch after inch, San spears you with his dick, and it feels like a small eternity until he’s all the way in. Only then does he let out a small moan that alters your brain chemistry, making you crave for him as if he’s not already in you.

“Holy fuck,” he curses and that, too, alters your brain chemistry.

“San…”

“Fuck.”

He leans his forehead against yours, and your eyelids flutter shut from the proximity. He doesn’t move yet, letting you adjust to his size, making sure he won’t hurt you. Or at least that’s what you think he’s doing, and you wrap your arms around his neck to hold him close.

San moves his head slightly to capture your lips in a kiss, and he kisses you sweetly, gently, like maybe the world has stopped turning for the two of you tonight. You feel it deep in your chest - it lights up your heart like fireworks in the dead of night, and you kiss him back with all the might of the feelings in your chest.

You’ve never felt like this. Like you were missing a piece of yourself, yet here with Choi San, you think you’ve been incomplete your whole life. It’s a powerful feeling, a scary one, but it doesn’t feel so scary when he’s kissing you like this, telling you that he feels the same, too.

As his tongue teases your bottom lip, San slowly starts pulling out, only to thrust in again a moment later, harder this time. The friction on your walls turns the fireworks to the brightest stars, and you abandon yourself to the feeling as he starts moving, establishing a steady rhythm.

He’s being careful. You know he’s being careful, but you want more, need more, and so you graze his back with your nails, trying to entice him in moving faster, harder. He doesn’t take the cue, and so you suck on his tongue the next time it meets yours, and San groans in your mouth before pulling away.

“You feel so, so fucking good,” he praises, and then he looks down at his dick while he’s fucking you. “You take me so well.”

The words send you on a freefall towards an orgasm, and San senses it, your walls tightening around him. So he kneels back, pulling your legs on his shoulders, and then he starts fucking you rougher, his headboard banging into the wall.

You have half a thought to tell him to put a pillow behind it, but then his fingers are on your clit, his other hand finding your breast, and pleasure steals every thought from your brain until there’s only him left.

Though you think there’s only been him for a while now.

“What a pretty little slut,” San grunts. “What a good fucking pussy.”

You reckon he probably doesn’t realize that he’s talking. Indeed, his eyes are shut like he’s lost in the sensations, and a bead of sweat is rolling down his temple. Some of his hair is stuck to his forehead, and his teeth are digging in his lower lip as he increases the rhythm even more.

That’s when you hit the ground of your orgasm, exploding like those fireworks in your chest. It’s blinding white, and you scream out his name or something that was supposed to be his name, though you choke on the sound as the pleasure ripples through you. You feel weightless, like maybe you’ve reached nirvana, and your hands are clutching the covers of his bed as if that might keep you tethered to the ground.

But you’re gone, swimming in bliss as your walls flutter on San’s dick, clutching him hard enough for him to lose it too. While you’re still riding the wave of your orgasm, San reaches his climax, and he curses loudly as he pushes all the way in, releasing his load into the condom. He then bends down to kiss you through his high, and you kiss him back languidly, too fucked out to even think about breathing.

You’ve never come so hard before. No man - or yourself - has ever made you feel that way, and you don’t think you’ll recover.

You reckon you might have lost your sanity for good. You don’t care - San is worth losing your sanity for.

“I think I…” San trails off, against your lips, but then you silence him with another kiss that sends your heart into orbit, with him at the center. Like you’ll forever orbit him now, like he’s become the center of your universe.

You don’t know when the high recedes. You only realize San has gone soft when he lets himself fall on the bed next to you, his arm wrapping around your waist to hold you close. He hides his face in your neck, and you just lay there for a time, your breathing slowly going back to normal.

It takes a long time for you to feel slightly normal again and even then, your mind is still swirling in bliss by the time you turn your head, letting out a small, “Wow.”

San laughs, a cute, soft sound that wraps around your soul, and you echo the laugh with a giggle of your own.

“That was amazing,” San says, and you reckon ‘amazing’ is not even strong enough of a word to describe what just happened between the two of you.

“It was,” you agree.

There’s a short silence, and then San adds, “I’m sorry I came so fast.”

You frown. “Fast?”

“I don’t know, I just couldn’t help myself,” he sheepishly continues. “It felt too good.”

“You don’t have to apologize for that.” You chuckle. “It was some good fucking sex.”

San laughs again, his arm tightening around you as he presses a gentle kiss on your shoulder. “I think I’ll want to fuck you again in the morning. And maybe in the afternoon, too.”

“You’ve got some plans for us, Choi San,” you tease.

He pecks your shoulder again, and you can feel his smile against your skin. “Oh, trust me. I really do.”

Prev | Next

☆☆☆☆☆

yeah they're simps and i love them for it hehe hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! let me know what you think!

#be with you ch 6 #be with you #san smut #san angst #san fluff #san fic #san x you #san x reader #san #choi san #choi san smut #choi san fic #choi san fluff #choi san angst #choi san x you #choi san x reader #be with you series

56 notes · View notes

jesperr-fahey · 5 months ago

Text

started watching doctor odyssey after seeing The Gifs. fun to watch a show that is objectively not very good but IS fun, been a while since i've done that

#doctor odyssey #it's so important to me that this show isn't very good #i am still having a great time watching it though <3

12 notes · View notes

coquelicoq · 1 month ago

Text

i have been spending so much time adulting lately AND i just remembered i still haven't even done my taxes UGHHHHHH i am so tired. going to watch the two hours of kim's convenience scheduled on pluto every weeknight and edit some crosswords during the commercials.

#no time to watch cql today i spent all day 1) working 2) doing laundry and 3) trying to figure out how to avoid getting poisoned #with asbestos given i am a renter and have absolutely no control over what is done to my apartment #backstory is that my bathroom floor has been rotting for the past nine years and no one has done anything about it #but we got a new property manager recently and i brought it up with him and he has been SUPER on it. which is great!#except that i brought up the concept of asbestos today when the contractors were here to give a quote #and they all acted like it hadn't occurred to them before?? even though this building is 100 years old????#so that was a bad sign. then the guy told me his company were the ones who did the siding work last year #which means they're the ones i overheard saying outside my window 'YOU know there's lead in the paint. and I know there's #lead in the paint. but we're not gonna remove all of it' or whatever. great sign #and then i gave the name of the company to my friend who knows all about this shit and she looked it up and they don't have a license #for asbestos abatement...#so i'm getting really nervous #spent a bunch of time on the phone with my renter's insurance company to see if they could help me be proactive about it #by somehow idk putting pressure on my property management company to do it correctly? but they can't #AND i discovered. they can't even tell me what my policy covers. unless i submit a claim. and the claims adjusters won't even talk to me #unless there's damage to my belongings. and there ISN'T damage to my belongings NOW. i want to PREVENT it #ANyway. it's been this kind of shit and me trying to figure out if i can move AND trying to avoid the like 5 different ways i could be #laid off etc etc it's been a fun time AND I STILL HAVEN'T DONE MY TAXES!!!!!

9 notes · View notes

daltonsnightmare · 1 month ago

Text

MacGyver (2016) s4e3 Kid + Plane + Cable + Truck | Cold Open

#macgyver 2016 #macgyver #cold opens #video #4x03 #4x03 Kid + Plane + Cable + Truck #s4 #team phoenix #mac #riley #desi #russ #matty #bozer #hi guys this one made me so unbelievably angry when clipping it #“isn't it about time to forgive your father he saved your life you know” how about you eat glass #AND THEN DESI. his overwatch. the protector. immediately jumping onto him to insult and demean #this is great writing. I love this one guys :)))))) doesn't everybody just love this episode? I know I do :)))))))))))))))))))))))#sorry I need to be a hater today. why were they like this. who possibly thought this was good television #like yeah haha I watch macgyver for the dating drama and messy interpersonal relationships :) not the actual macgyvering. obviously #ok I gotta stop being so sarcastic Im sorry #don't worry though this is one of the last cold opens we have before the season premieres. so just bear with me here #queue #OK ACTUALLY one good thing I liked about this is that immediately after being told seatbelts on they ALL got out of their seats #champions of not listening <3 #EDIT: I'm still awake at 3 am and I really shouldn't be but I thinimk this one is fun actually if you watch it without sound #theyre such great actors. the way their body language says all you need to know #mac's hand's up in acquiescence to Riley right before Russ struts down the aisle #the way Desi looks at Russ when he sits down on the arm of her chair and shifts away from him #after leaving Mac and Russ to talk- the way Desi gets REALLY INTO IT with Riley in the background. so fun when you ignore the rest

5 notes · View notes

kiss2012 · 11 months ago

Text

rewatched the first three episodes of s3 and im never going to recover

#i love season 3 #and s3 is a great season it’s just that. THEY BARELY EVER MENTION THE TSUNAMI AGAIN EVEN THOUGH IT CHANGED EVERYTHING FOR #SO MANY CHARACTERS #so whenever i watch past 3x03 i miss the tsunami arc because i do think it’s one of the greatest arcs they did #i think these eps were when i fell in love with may too <3 #911 lb #SPEAKING OF WHICH #it still startles me every time that the lawsuit comes right after the tsunami eps because it’s like #you’d think that that arc (in which buck acts as a firefighter despite not being able to be one atm) would lead to everyone including him #realising that he can help people without being on active duty because that’s. what he does.#he literally saves himself christopher and a dozen others by finding shelter on top of. A FIRE TRUCK.#the symbolism does not get more meaningful than that like #i’m not even talking about the lawsuit because i think that in itself is an interesting multifaceted arc etc #what i mean is. why does no one including buck. mention that. he was behaving exactly as a firefighter would in that situation despite #being on blood thinners and all that. it literally feels like the perfect way to have that moment of ok this is who i am even when i cant #work the job that defines who i am to me #instead they move on and there’s like 1 ep where christopher has trauma over it and everyone else’s trauma over it well they simply #do not speak about that. beyond a few lines which i latch on to #sorry for the insane tags. half my brainpower is reserved for this now

3 notes · View notes

dearlenore · 2 months ago

Text

BED CHEM • S.REID

SUMMARY: the team is watching a video detailing Penelope’s concert experience when they notice you talking and singing about a certain boy genius on stage

PAIRING: singer!fem!reader x spencer

tags: fluff, reader is hyper feminine, reader wears revealing clothing reader wears makeup, sabrina carpenter inspired, mentions of pregnancy (Juno) dirty jokes, flustered spence for you

a/n: editor is occupied for the foreseeable future</3

w/c: 1.3k

PT2

The BAU’s conference room buzzed with quiet conversation as Penelope practically skipped to the front, eyes gleaming with excitement.

“Okay, you guys are NOT ready for this,” she squealed, dramatically spinning around to face the team. “So, picture this: I’m at the concert, having the time of my life, and then—oh, it gets better—SHE PULLS OUT MY FAVORITE OUTFIT! She hasn’t worn it in forever, but THEN—”

“Penelope,” Hotch interrupted, rubbing his temples. “A point would be helpful.”

“I am getting to the point, oh fearless leader,” she huffed before connecting her laptop to the large screen at the front of the room.

The screen flickered to life just as Spencer walked in, hair still slightly damp from a rushed morning routine, a mug of coffee in one hand and a case file in the other. He yawned, blinking sleepily.

“Good morning,” he mumbled, dropping into his chair.

“Oh, great, perfect timing, Doctor Reid, because you, my dear genius, are going to want to see this,” Penelope chirped, clicking a button.

The video loaded, showing a stage bathed in bright lights and a familiar figure at the center. The moment Spencer realized who he was looking at, his stomach tightened.

You.

The headline above the video made it even worse.

‘America’s Sweetheart Has a Boyfriend?!’

Spencer stiffened, shoulders squaring as he desperately tried to keep his expression neutral. It didn’t work.

“Ooooooh, this is gonna be good,” Emily murmured, leaning forward with a grin.

The video played. The intermission segment of your concert, where you spun a game wheel, laughing into the mic as you introduced the next topic. The wheel landed on Bed Chem. The audience erupted into cheers, but instead of launching into the song, you tilted your head, suppressing a mischievous smile.

“Okay, first of all, this is a really obscure one, hear me out,” you prefaced, placing a hand over your mouth as you laughed. The crowd quieted just enough to listen.

“You know that one FBI guy who was on the news this week? The tall one with the brown hair?”

The arena roared in agreement.

JJ turned to Spencer with wide eyes. “Oh my God.”

Spencer paled. “Oh my God.”

Morgan smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Go on, Pretty Boy, let’s hear what she has to say about you.”

On screen, you ran a hand through your hair, adjusting your sparkly red lingerie costume, the curve off your hips and thighs on full display, looking half-amused and half-mortified. “Okay, I genuinely believe—God forgive me if he’s got a girlfriend—but I could take him… Not in a fight, though. He could make me Juno.”

The crowd lost their minds. You smiled, nodding as if you were confirming an inside joke. “I mean, look at him! He’s got that whole cute, unapproachable genius thing going on, but I bet you, under all that statistical analysis, he’s really good in bed. Guys we would have the cutest babies.” You shook your head dismissively and walked towards the back of the stage, your glittery eyeshadow and gloss shining in the spotlight.

The audience howled,

The room went silent.

Then, chaos.

“OH—OH MY GOD,” Emily shrieked, slapping the table. “Reid! You have the most famous singer right now after you”

JJ was laughing behind her hand. Even Rossi looked mildly entertained.

Meanwhile, Spencer stared at the screen in pure horror. “I—what—I don’t—” He ran a hand through his hair, completely at a loss.

Penelope clutched her chest dramatically. “Spencer, how DARE you not tell us you’re a muse for America’s sweetheart?”

“She’s not—I mean, we know each other, but—” Spencer was floundering, his ears turning pink.

Emily grinned wickedly. “YOU KNOW HER? And you never told us? After all the times I paid full price for concert tickets?!”

Spencer’s face was burning. “I—”

“Hey, let’s not forget she did say she could take you,” Morgan teased, nudging his shoulder. “Not in a fight, though.”

The teasing continued, but Spencer had stopped listening. His gaze was still locked on the screen, on you—smiling, laughing, looking effortlessly radiant under the stage lights.

Hours later, the teasing hadn’t stopped.

If anything, it had only gotten worse.

Ever since Penelope’s infamous concert video, the team had been relentless. Any time Spencer so much as breathed, someone found a way to bring you up.

“Hey, Pretty Boy,” Derek grinned as Spencer entered the bullpen, holding a coffee cup. “That statistical analysis and good in bed working out for you?��

Spencer groaned. “You’re never letting that go, are you?”

“Not a chance,” Emily piped up, spinning her chair around. “I mean, America’s sweetheart just exposed her FBI crush to a stadium full of people—and we had to find out from a viral video?”

“I still don’t get why you’re all so invested,” Spencer muttered, sinking into his chair.

JJ smirked from her desk. “Oh, we’re not invested—”

“We’re just waiting for you to admit why she thinks you’re good in bed,” Emily finished, grinning.

Spencer opened his mouth, ready to argue, but a new voice interrupted.

“Guys,” Hotch sighed, stepping out of his office. “Leave Reid alone.”

Spencer exhaled, relieved—until Hotch added, “For now.”

He knew.

They all knew.

It was inevitable at this point. He couldn’t hide it anymore—not when Penelope had somehow dug up even more videos of you talking about him, not when Twitter was obsessed with connecting the dots between your song lyrics and a certain “mystery genius.”

Not when you’d literally texted him this morning:

Y/N: Babe, I’m sorry, I didn’t know they were recording the concert. I can take it back if u want😭

Spencer: That won’t be necessary.

Y/N: thank God, didnt wanna have to explain the whole “I could take him” line…

Spencer: …

Yeah. It was time.

—

Later that evening, the team sat around the round table in the conference room, finishing up paperwork from their last case.

“So, Reid,” Rossi began casually, flipping through a file. “Any fun weekend plans? Or will you be locked away with your books?”

Spencer sighed. “Actually…” He set his pen down, taking a deep breath. “I was planning to spend the weekend with my girlfriend...”

Silence.

Then—

“WHAT?”

Morgan nearly fell out of his chair. Emily’s jaw dropped. Penelope let out an actual squeal.

JJ gasped. “Wait, wait, you mean actually—”

“Yes.” Spencer sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “We’ve been dating for a while now.”

Rossi just chuckled, sipping his espresso. “Called it.”

Morgan gawked. “Hold on, hold on—you’re telling me you’ve been dating a literal pop star, and you just forgot to mention it?”

“To be fair,” Spencer muttered, “it was classified information until about a week ago when she publicly humiliated me on stage.”

Emily shook her head, still in shock. “Wait—how did this even happen?”

Spencer hesitated, then pulled out his phone, scrolling through his photos until he found one he’d taken months ago: a candid shot of you sitting on his couch, curled up in one of his sweaters, reading a book. You had a mug of tea in your hands, and the look on your face was one of pure, quiet contentment. Another displayed you at the park, feeding bunnies.

The team stared.

“She likes books,” Spencer explained simply. “I like books. It wasn’t that complicated.”

Morgan threw his hands up. “Not complicated? You’re dating America’s sweetheart—that is, by definition, complicated.”

Penelope was practically vibrating. “Oh my God, wait, is she coming here? Can she visit? Can she sign my vinyl?”

Spencer smirked slightly. “I don’t know… depends on how much more you all tease me.” He shoved his hands on his pockets.

The team erupted into protests.

“Come on, Pretty Boy, you can’t just drop a bomb like that and not deliver!”

JJ grinned. “Seriously, Spence. You have to bring her in at some point.”

Spencer shook his head, amused. “We’ll see.”

But as he looked down at his phone—where a new message from you popped up (Y/N: Tell them I say hi, genius)—he had a feeling it wouldn’t be long before you made your grand entrance.

#x reader #criminal minds #spencer reid #fanfic #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds fluff #fluff

1K notes · View notes

burymagdalene · 1 month ago

Text

Drip by Drip - S. Reid x Reader

In which the nine long days spent apart ends in a harmonious reunion of a needy shower spent together.

pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader genre: plain smut. (18+ pls pls) I didn't even write 70k words of plot before like I usually do. tags: softdom!Spencer, shower sex, age gap (or could also not be...) pinv, a possessive vibe, fingering, handjob, making out, multiple things being very wet...playing with your tits, creampie, finger sucking, praise, & desperation! wc: 3.3k a/n: More of this. I had a lot of fun writing this even though I kind of felt really dirty to the point of religious guilt as a non-religious person so I hope you guys like it! <3

Your body finally relaxes after what feels like the longest day you’ve had all week once Spencer's shower stream washes over you.

Nine days. Nine brutally slow days of watching over Spencer’s apartment- or torturing yourself by being reminded of his belongings for over a week.

When he first left, you’d been naive. Spencer hasn’t been away for over a week since you’ve started dating. The first time he was gone for three days you felt like you were going to faint. You wish you still had those champagne problems as you’re washing yourself for the trillionth time alone in Spencer’s shower.

The past 24 hours have been especially hard. You were woken up at 5:00 am with Spencer calling you before he had to get ready in the hotel and go out to do whatever had taken up so much of his time in Boise, Idaho.

First, good news: He thinks there is a break in the case, and should be getting home later.

Second, great news: Spencer has conveniently woken up with a hard on that's throbbing helplessly against his stomach.

Which sounds like a heavenly wake-up call. But in the FBI he has to be adaptable to the quickest changes in plans.

Five minutes into purring into your side of the phone while touching yourself to Spencer’s groans, another charming individual begins to call Spencer as well. His boss.

So, tucking himself into the band of his underwear, Spencer leaves again. You could’ve finished yourself off, but self pity got the best of you as you drift off to sleep.

A painfully slow and hard day at work followed, rude people and small mishaps on your part that were blown out of proportion to make you feel worse. A crappy self made dinner that took longer to cook than to eat.

But in Spencer’s shower, you’re able to unwind, happy in knowing you can spend the end of a bad day in your lover's space. Regardless of if he’s here or not. Which is another problem, you haven’t heard from him since he was panting on the phone earlier– so it’s safe to say he probably will not be coming back today because of the rush in which he had to hang up earlier.

Over the water pattering against tiles, you do not hear the key jingle and door shut that signifies Spencer’s long-awaited return. Head down and eyes closed, most of your senses are just focused on trying to unwind.

Spencer, placing his bag down in the kitchen, can hear the shower going and immediately saunters over. Not having a plan, but just to show that he’s finally back. He can’t fathom being home right now without alerting you.

Slowly, as if not to scare you too badly, he probably will though, he slips in through the bathroom door, places his toiletry bag down on the sink.

You’re a bit unfocused, but not completely to the point of missing this. Out of your peripheral vision you see the slightest movement and your head whips to the side. Spencer. You could fucking melt.

Through the steam that has built up, you can make out his slouched figure and contrasting pleased smile. You can’t help yourself, with soft dripping skin you swing his shower door open to greet him.

“Spencer,” you whisper out in shock, trailing water onto his bathroom floor. “Oh my God.”

“Hi my baby-” He reaches out to swipe away some droplets on your face, but doesn’t finish. You’re pulling him into a tight, wet hug.

Arms slung fiercely around his neck, he barely buffers in returning your hug with his jacket-clad arms around your waist.

In the back of your mind you’re aware that the water on your breasts and stomach are soaking through his undershirt. That your clean hair is dropping water onto the shoulder of his jacket. You’re also aware how expensive a suit is.

The harsh disparity from the cool air sticking to your wet skin from the hot (frankly, too hot) shower you were in previously is pebbling your nipples against his now soaked-through button up, your skin is covered in goosebumps that he’s swiping away with his thumb.

A low hum into your ear as he’s trailing his thumb nail against the sensitive part of your inner waist, “Angel girl,” a deep sigh, “I missed you so much.”

Your arms tighten around him, forehead landing on his wet shoulder, you could cry. You could laugh maniacally. Either way, you feel cemented against his frame, the only warmth being produced near you since stepping out of the shower.

A small indent in your lower stomach is being formed from his belt digging into your pliable skin. You feel like a fresh heap of soft clay ready to be moved and constructed into anything Spencer’s hands can make of you. You feel utterly his.

You pull away slightly, uncomfortable from where his buckle was pressing against your belly. Pulling one hand away you trace it with a fingernail, Spencer and you both looking down at it between your bodies. Both noticing the drastically different attire.

A chuckle slips from your lips without thinking, “you branded me, look.”

Spencer’s thumb stops rubbing circles into your side, a shiver rolls down your spine. Daring to look up at him, you’re met with his dark eyes resembling magic 8 balls. An underlying fortune there too: Outlook Good.

Warm hands are soon softly gripping your cheeks as you’re being pulled into a burning kiss. His lips against yours after all this time, you moan immediately. Dry and soft and pillowy he’s swallowing you and pulling you flush against him, buckle be damned.

Water from your hairline is rolling over your cheeks and soaking the cuffs of Spencer’s sleeves. You haven’t pulled away far enough, but you can bet that the white button up he’s wearing is see through.

You’re freezing, the air from the bathroom is torturous, your skin on high alert. It’s making you push yourself onto Spencer so hard he stumbles back. He grabs your ass to steady you both for a moment and you bite harshly onto his bottom lip.

“God, my girl,” Spencer shivers against you when he feels your cold hands seek warmth under his shirt, “My perfect girl, I can’t believe how much I missed you.” He places a kiss onto the top of your head.

Speaking into his shoulder, “I missed you too, I feel crazy. Such a bad day.”

Both of his hands slowly trail up your waist till they meet the side of your boobs, you pull your lips in to conceal a whiny moan.

“I’m sorry I left you hanging earlier, did you finish?”

“N-no, went back to bed.”

He groans against your head. Placing his hands firmly on your hips to push you away slightly, taking a long good look at your naked frame. You feel exposed, embarrassed, and hot. Looking back at him, his perfect suit, deliciously tainted by your wet body print, chest visible through the wetness.

One of his thumbs wanders from your hip, back to the small indent of his buckle, rubbing it back and forth. This time you can’t help but whine.

The tension is tangible and painful. Your hands feel stuck to your sides before you snap out of it, pulling him close by the tie before you try to remove it with slippery hands.

Tight and hard to undo because of the wet nature of his garments frustrates you as you try to untangle Spencer from his tie. Him being clothed feels utterly unbearable. Through half-lidded eyes and a lazy smile, he watches you struggle with the tie.

“Here- honey, let me.” Spencer's removal of the tie, his fingers taking it off rather steadily compared to your shaking ones. Though the excitement zipping through him equals yours.

You latch onto him again, completely devoted to his presence, there’s no way in hell you’re letting that much distance and that much time separate you again. Tugging one side of the collar of his jacket you slip it off of him, he grabs your wrist.

“I’m here, I’m here,” A wet kiss to your begging mouth, “Get warm in that shower, you’re trembling. I’ll be there in 30 seconds. Can you wait that long for me?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Knew it. Good girl.”

With that, your stomach plummets and you spin on your heels back to the shower. It’s almost orgasmic in itself to find yourself under the hot water pressure again.

The door is almost completely steamed up now, you can hardly make Spencer out through it. You can only see movement and more of his tanned skin being exposed through a murky lens.

You can’t help it, greedy fingers come down to rub a few circles onto your clit as he finishes undressing and approaches you. The weight and stress of the nine days going straight to your clit to be absolved.

The door swings open, mercy.

You don’t feel polite enough to stop the rubbing, Spencer doesn’t seem to mind, mumbling “Jesus.” under his breath before meeting you with a kiss under the shower head.

His tongue rolls slowly against yours, making your toes curl in on themselves where you stand. Fingers picking up against yourself you moan into his open mouth, he pulls his face back to watch you.

A kiss against your throat makes you whimper and pull your head to the side for another one to be placed.

With Spencer’s rock hard dick against his stomach in your line of vision you wince while removing your hand from yourself, your hips instinctively kicking up to chase where your hand is now grabbing the base of Spencer.

He hums low, a bead of precum leaking out to be washed away by the stream. You glide your hand quickly, a desperate attempt to hear more of his moans vibrate against your skin.

“Slowly, baby-” He gasps as you circle his head.

You can’t let up, you barely feel in control of your body. Your head is spinning, you just can’t believe he’s with you.

Finally, a louder moan is cut from Spencer’s lungs as his hips slowly fuck against the fast pace of your fist. The tip of his dick barely ever encases in your hand as he does so, only able to feel the sensation of bottoming out when he’s inside you.

While you’re distracted, moaning brokenly into the suffocating air and pumping your hand against Spencer’s throbbing length, Spencer trails down to pet your clit again for you.

“Fuck, I missed you. I miss touching you like this, the way I can feel your heartbeat in it, baby-” He draws out the last word in disbelief. You felt the thrumming against your own fingertips earlier, so by now you’re sure it’s fluttering against his hand in an obscene way.

His middle finger circles your entrance. Your heart is in your throat.

“Please-” You sob out, being teased right now would end you forever.

“Mhm. I am.”

Taking his time feeling against your spongy walls where his thumb continues its circles against your bundle of nerves, your hand against his cock grows sloppy.

You squeeze your eyes shut, the muggy air making you deliciously light headed against his ministrations.

The second finger brings a delightful stretch, your head falls back against the wall as you whine. It’s been a while. You harness some sort of defiance that refuses to fuck yourself when he’s gone. The week of nothing stretching you out causing for a tight suction around his two fingers as he fucks into you.

“Tight, baby. It’s been too long. I left you too long, my poor thing.”

Though your hand slowed against his cock, you’re still trying to keep up simulation for him, not wanting to be a cruel tease when he’s working against you so perfectly. Spencer pulls that hand away eventually though. Without explanation, you know he was about to cum. His stomach always flexes and twitches when he’s using all his willpower to hold back.

“Need it. Need you-” You gasp against his lips. Totally overzealous. Spencer knows the way you’re tight around him, you’re going to need a third finger to take him without your common whiny complaints.

Teeth knocking together, he continues to tongue kiss you. He wants to expedite this process of feeling you around his cock just as much as you do, he just has more willpower than you. You can mumble and beg and plead till tears well up in your eyes. His stomach swirls with a burning passion because of it, but he has no capability to hurt you.

So you get another long finger inside you.

You let out a high pitched whimper- proving yourself wrong immediately. You needed to be stretched out this way. Damn his perceptiveness.

Your eyes roll back and your hips roll against the fingers rubbing against that sweet spot in you that shakes your thighs.

“You gotta keep yourself open for me when I’m gone, love.” He whispers brokenly into the thick air around you.

“Can’t. Only you.” You grumble back.

Spencer can’t get into the health benefits of taking care of yourself this way, especially in the long periods when he’s away. He can tell you’re bordering speechlessness and he’s dizzy enough to follow your technique of just letting out pretty moans.

A tiny trail of white essence pools around his fingers and he nearly keels over. You’re definitely ready to take him now. Seeing the ways he makes you feel good in the mess you make always drives him to the brink of insanity.

“Taking them out now. Gonna give you what you want. Feel ok?” He whispers into your ear before nibbling the lobe softly before parting to analyze your face.

“Feel reallyy good, Spence.” You smile a dazed grin at him, eyelids fluttering shut. Bringing the fingers that were just inside you to his lips he sucks them off and bites down on his fingers a bit too hard at the divine taste.

“Do you want to turn around for me, angel?”

Spencer’s trying to think of the best way to do this. His shower is nice, but isn’t the biggest shower in the world, he lives in an apartment in D.C. after all. He’s gonna have to fuck you from behind.

“Yeah, course.” You shift slowly, forearms out to brace yourself against the cold wall. Sticking your butt out playfully, he grips it softly, lines his cock against you.

“You feel okay? Ready?” He plants a kiss on your shoulder, you turn your head to make eye contact, you and Spencer usually can’t go too long without looking into each other's faces.

“Feel okay, really want you baby.”

Your head stays tilted to the side and your temple rests against the wall as he nudges his head against you.

Opening you up just enough, the stretch of all of him after a considerable amount of time has you keening.

The hand not gripping your waist moves up to cup one of your tits, rolling the sensitive nipple between his fingers.

“Fuck-” you whimper out meekly.

Letting him all the way in, he squeezes your breast for purchase. Looking at how he’s fully settled inside you, Spencer begins peppering soft kisses over your shoulder and spine, calming you and himself down.

Using the wall as leverage you slowly move yourself back against him, notifying Spencer you’re ready to be taken.

Gasping, he pulls almost all the way out to slowly fuck himself in again before settling on a good, unyielding pace. The feeling of your warm skin under his hands, warm cunt around his dick and warm water falling against his back is making him feel like he’s on a cloud. Completely blissed out having you in his arms again.

You groan (rather unladylike while getting fucked this way) and circle your hips against his thrusts. Spencer peers up at you, making sure your face isn’t holding any tension that could be read as something hurting. Instead you just open your mouth, ready for a finger.

Begrudgingly, he takes his hand off your breast to place his thumb down on your tongue, you moan happily and smile around him as your teeth scrape him lightly when he finds a delicious spot in you to pound at.

Overwhelmed, he has to look up at the ceiling. He’s been so pent up that letting his hips move in autopilot against you, the quiet sopping sound of you two together over the water falling, the base of his spine tingles.

“Still okay?”

He asks at your closed eyes, you gurgle out an uh-huh against his thumb, drool rolling down your chin to be forgotten in the shower.

“Kay- good.” He kisses your cheek.

Feeling his orgasm beginning to build, Spencer takes his hand from your waist to move to the front of your hips where your clit is exposed.

A trembling bite is met against his thumb as he uses three fingers against you in relentless circles. Keeps his hips going the same pace.

“Spence- you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Ha- trying to, doll.” His eyebrows furrow- trying to hold back long enough so he can fuck you through your orgasm, though the tone of your voice is making that increasingly hard.

Your head lolls back against his shoulders and with a few “ah, ah, ah’s” you’re coming hard all over him.

“Good, yeah. You’re okay, feel so good f’me.” He whimpers as you begin to pull his orgasm from him. His hips still against you at your deepest point as you let out a tiny mewl at the stimulation. Tongue pushing out his thumb to moan freely.

He rocks himself inside you while holding your hips up, making sure no slips occur in his bathroom today. Spencer keeps grinding and rubbing your clit until you’re both shaky with overstimulation, and till you mutter out a “can’t-”. He doesn't argue with that.

The shower water is beginning to chill as he watches his cum slide down your thighs into the basin. Spencer is rubbing your arms soothingly up and down till he pulls you against him.

“You wanna get out, pretty?”

“Cold.” You shudder.

Your legs feel like jelly when he’s wrapping a towel around your shoulders and ushering you into his bedroom. Another towel tied lowly on his waist he pulls an FBI hoodie over your raised arms and boxers up your legs. His own robe pulled off the door to drape over himself.

The tender attention you receive no matter what type of sex you and Spencer have always heats your cheeks with delight. A tender pressure is being massaged into your thighs with the lotion you brought over from your own apartment, and your eyes flutter shut as he mumbles something along the lines of “princess.. blah blah blah…” to you.

“Please never be away from me that long again. I really missed you, Spencer.”

All warmed up and soft from his pampering, you lie against his rising and falling chest.

“I know. I did too. It’s strange, I feel like when I’m with you, you act as my circadian rhythm. You ground me and keep me in check, I know when to wake up when you do. I sleep better, eat better. When we’re apart I struggle with that. You’re a resounding part of my day.”

You nuzzle against his chest, preening at his words.

“I love you so much.”

“My baby, I love you too.”

Squished together tightly in a way that’s breeding an almost uncomfortable warmth, you and Spencer fall asleep. Hearts mirroring each other in matching soft and measured beats, the 216 painful hours apart start healing with every drum in your chests.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut #smut #spencer x reader #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds fanfiction

1K notes · View notes

ireverie · 4 months ago

Text

sexcapade

pairing ↠ co-worker!sunghoon x (f) reader

genre .. warnings ↠ smut, professor!sunghoon x professor!reader, infidelity, unprotected sex, sensory deprivation, overstimulation, almost getting caught

summary ↠ with things in the bedroom getting stale with your husband, you start searching for excitement and your co-worker, sunghoon, is more than willing to provide it for you. on campus, you barely acknowledge each other, but in the sheets, you can't stop calling out his name.

wc ↠ 2.2k

a/n ↠ originally posted on my blog revehae, i am not plagiarizing myself. part 1/3 of the in my blood series. as always, feedback is appreciated!

don’t like it, don’t read.

it started in the spring. like there was pollen in the air, too there was lust, gentle breezes seemingly sweeping you flush against sunghoon’s chest where you could never not inhale the manly scent of him; never not leave with it clinging to you.

you were very aware that it was wrong. matter of fact, every time you laid eyes on your husband’s face and looked into his, saw how they twinkled at the sight of you and how they were bewitched by the charm of your soul, guilt ruptured your heart with an angry, unmistakable pang of ire.

so you did not think with the throbbing inside your chest, but the throbbing between your thighs.

a woman needed excitement in her life, a kind of which sunghoon was more than glad to offer. sex quickly got boring in the bedroom after so many years of unlively routines and you taught molecular biology to a class of undergraduates that couldn’t wait to get the fuck on with their lives. to say nothing of the long nights spent sifting through overdue assignments. you were allowed to have fun sometimes. after all, you were only in your early thirties. you still considered yourself young.

like many other women, specifically younger ones that found him attractive for an older man, you noticed that sunghoon did not wear a ring on his finger. upon further discussion, you learned that though he was no longer married, he had a twenty-something-year-old son who took your class. apparently, his son spoke delightfully of you, which was flattering, but you’d always been more interested in what sunghoon thought.

and you quickly found out.

“had enough?” sunghoon asked, poking his head through the doorway.

not that you could see. there was a blindfold taut around your face, hindering your vision for the past forty-five minutes. to you, it felt like an eternity. the toy between your trembling thighs buzzed, inducing orgasm after orgasm, a number so great that it had tears slipping down your cheeks past the fabric of the blindfold.

speaking of orgasms, you couldn’t stop the cry that parted your lips as heat unfurled throughout your body for the umpteenth time, spreading from between your thighs to your head where there was nothing but empty thought and faintness.

“that was beautiful,” sunghoon remarked, only watching.

“please,” you croaked.

sunghoon played dumb with you. he had a penchant for it, drawing out your agony by pretending as if he were oblivious to your needs, when in reality he was the most attuned to them. “you want more?”

“no!” you exclaimed, desperate. you couldn’t even feel your legs if you tried, that was how long he had left you here with yourself - and this fucking toy. “please, no more. it’s too much, sunghoon.”

“but baby,” sunghoon started, donning his sweetest tone. “you wanted this. remember?”

that was true. you knew when this affair first started that sunghoon was available to open you up to new, exciting things, because your bedroom experiences with your husband could all be described the same way. though with sunghoon, there was room for variety.

it was just overwhelming sometimes. sunghoon could be so harsh under the guise of merely giving you what he wanted. you knew that it was what he wanted if anything, that you were just his lab rant to experiment on, but you never admit that you liked it that way. nor would you admit that you would’ve also liked to be a little more.

but sunghoon knew that. he never mentioned a word of it, because it didn’t need to be said. it went without saying that you were his to do whatever he pleased with.

“sunghoon…,” you trailed, your voice shaky.

sunghoon, ignoring you, asked, “how many times did you cum?”

you gulped. racking your brain for an answer, you ultimately came up empty. by the third one, time lost all meaning and so did thought. “i… i lost count.”

“then, you know what that means, right?”

you gasped when the toy was moved. not at the action itself, but because you didn’t realize he’d gotten so close. his footsteps were so quiet.

“but…,” you started.

“but nothing,” sunghoon said, snatching the blindfold off of your face. you blinked a couple of times, adjusting to the brightness. the cuffs around your wrists were next. “you know the rules, don’t you?”

you whispered, “yes, sunghoon.”

“hands and knees.”

you didn’t hesitate to crawl into the said position, regardless of the exhaustion weighing down your body, because you knew what to expect if you didn’t comply with whatever he wanted. there were times were sunghoon was generous enough to let you cum, times where you didn’t deserve it, much like now. you wanted to get around punishment, but it would never happen if you didn’t satiate him.

the bed creaked when he raised himself atop of it from behind you, the sound of him fumbling with his belt making you wetter. once upon a time, you didn’t even think that that was possible, but you never stopped dripping when with sunghoon. somehow, he made even simple things like the anticipation arousing.

sunghoon dropped his shirt, followed by a toss of his pants. he had no need for them anymore. for the forty-five minutes that you’d been ruining his sheets, weakened by the overstimulation, sunghoon had been in his study trying to shake the thoughts of you while he attempted to grade papers. he was already hard from his imagination and the memories of stuffing you full of his cum, but seeing you in front of him, waiting for him, your pussy soaked for him, it did unfathomable things to his cock.

you released a shaky breath when you felt him lubricating himself with your arousal, slipping between your glistening folds, and writhed from the sensitivity. “sunghoon, it’s too much,” you whimpered.

sunghoon chuckled. “baby, i’m not even inside you yet.”

your face burned. you could feel yourself dripping and it was humiliating, because you only got like this for him and him only.

“so fucking wet,” sunghoon cursed, having fun teasing your folds. “just for me.”

you cried out when he suddenly slapped your cunt, mouth parted as you gasped out, “sunghoon...”

“fuck, you always get so wet for me. isn’t that right, baby?” sunghoon asked, enamored with you. it was magical how he could pretend as if you meant nothing to him at work and become so addicted to you when nobody was watching.

you bobbed your head. “yes, sunghoon. just for you.”

that must’ve did it for him, because the very next second, you felt sunghoon finally start to roll inside of your cunt, mumbling curses under his breath. you almost collapsed then, almost slumped and gave out just from the tip of his cock, but you resisted because you had something that you needed to prove.

sunghoon was slow, but his cock slipped right inside you with ease, it was almost pathetic. not to mention that he was bigger than anything you could’ve imagined taking, so much that you always found yourself gasping when you realized that he wasn’t completely buried inside of you yet. you couldn’t believe that he had so much to give.

“oh my god,” you moaned, eyes rolling back from how full you were. no man had ever satisfied you like this, and sunghoon was just getting started.

not only were you filled to the hilt with his hard cock, but also the ache for him to fuck you until your entire body went numb like he’d already done countless times. sunghoon gripped your hips, using them as an anchor. when you felt so good as you did, as tight as you were, it would be dangerous not to ground himself.

sunghoon grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling just tight enough to let you know the trip was there. you were basking in his warmth and being crushed underneath his weight while he balanced your hips in one hand and the grip on your hair in the other. he smacked your ass and hissed, “so fucking pretty.”

sometimes you wished that he was yours. you could imagine coming home with him day after day, singing to music in the car together while his company made minutes feel like hours. you didn’t mind that he had a son, either. you always wanted a child, though not one that would be the product of shitty sex and a broken marriage.

the liking you’d taken to sunghoon went beyond sex, though the endless orgasms and fulfillment he never neglected you of definitely encouraged those feelings. moments like now, when he was balls deep inside you, you were more than willing to risk it all for him. you would get a divorce. you would move in. anything he wanted, just as quick as he said the word.

i am out of my mind, came your thoughts, though your grip on them slackened the more sunghoon fucked you into oblivion.

“it’s so… deep,” you gasped, marveling.

sunghoon chuckled. though you had never said it outright, your constant fascination with how big his cock was or how deep he could fit inside you, stretching out your velvety tight walls, was more than enough of an indication that your husband was not exactly packing like he was. you made it a point to mention that sunghoon was huge.

“yeah?” sunghoon asked huskily, wanting to suck a bruise onto the side of your throat, but he willed himself not to.

“mm-hm,” you mumbled. “can feel you in… in my stomach.”

“where?” sunghoon kept one hand at your hip but dropped the one at your head, wrapping it around you, and reaching for your stomach. “here?”

you bobbed your head. he could feel it too, and it elicited a deep growl out of him, one that had you clamping involuntarily around his size.

sunghoon could fuck you for hours if you let him. the same way that he was the best you’d ever had, he simply couldn’t get enough of you. there were times throughout the day where his mind would only flicker with debilitating thoughts of you, memories of your face and how you tasted. at times, you made it difficult to move on.

“dad,” came a voice from down the hall, one both of you were very acquainted with.

“shit,” sunghoon hissed, irritated, and clamped his hand around your mouth. your cries and whimpers were muffled into his hard palm and your breath was cut off, because it was so difficult to breathe solely through your nose. “be a good girl and keep quiet.”

“dad,” sounded jake’s voice again, just outside the door.

your heart was racing. your eyes were wide, the fear and excitement of getting caught fighting for totality in your icy veins. his son was one of your students and students talked. if it got out that you were having an affair with sunghoon, this could destroy you, but there was something so arousing about the thrill.

“i’m in here. don’t open that door,” sunghoon said, breathless voice betraying what was happening behind that door.

his son was far from stupid, that you knew all too well, and retorted, “dad, are you getting laid? is it the hot nurse you were flirting with at the hospital? tell her i said ‘hi.’”

you frowned.

before sunghoon could even get a word out, his son added, “i’m leaving. you two have the house to yourselves again.”

“bye,” sunghoon huffed, dropping his palm from your face.

you inhaled sharply. you could finally breathe again.

sunghoon kissed the back of your neck, nibbling at your ear. “you did so good,” he whispered, voice gentle and sweet as ever. “if you beg good enough, i’ll change my mind and let you cum.”

you hopped at the opportunity like a ravenous pack of wolves starved through the winter, begging with the utmost desperation, “sunghoon, please. please let me cum. i’ll do anything, oh my fucking god, i need it. i need you.”

“you need me?”

so fucking bad. more than anything. “i need you,” you repeated, whinier. needier.

“cum around my dick,” sunghoon commanded, voice deep and throaty and just the way you liked it. you would steal a soul for him if that was what he wanted.

it wasn’t very long before one final cry of his name escaped you, pouring out of your lips like honey as you stuttered around his cock, heat spasming between your legs. tears trickled from your eyes, the stimulation from all of the orgasms you’d had in one night alone, and you couldn’t stop yourself from convulsing. your muscles slackened and your limbs went limp to your sides.

sunghoon was directly behind you, spurred on by the sight and feeling of you coming undone around him, and you knew when his hold on your hips tightened and that lethal growl parted his mouth that he had met his climax, the feeling of his hot cum seeping into your cunt being the unnecessary confirmation.

“good fucking girl,” sunghoon praised, still sweetly in your ear.

you sighed contentedly when he flipped you onto your back, sweeping you into his arms and kissing your lips as a treat. he wiped the tears out of your eyes, watching you still shudder.

“stay the night,” sunghoon said, looking into your hazy eyes.

you blinked, breathing heavily to catch your breath. “sunghoon, you know i can’t do that. my husband will...”

“i wasn’t asking.”

“well,” you replied, quietening. “i guess i can come up with something.”

sunghoon smiled triumphantly, smashing his lips against yours again. you sighed again, still content, though there was a thought lurking on your mind. i don’t know what i’m going to do.

#enhypen smut #park sunghoon smut #sunghoon smut #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon x you #enhypen x you #enha smut #enha x reader

1K notes · View notes

jjjjisun · 29 days ago

Text

My Playmate, My Sister (Part 3)

Hanni X Irene X Male Reader | 14429 words

TW: Incest

—

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

—

Buy me a Ko-Fi.

Book commissions here.

—

Hanni was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen; more than that, she was smoking hot. Her adorable facial features, soft blonde hair, fantastic personality, and many other attributes made her beautiful. Her breath-taking body, her breasts, that sexy way she walked, the way she teased me, that's what made her hot.

Hanni had returned from "school" only a few weeks before, and before she did, she had been, first and foremost, my sister. Now, that hadn't changed; we still shared that same love for each other, and I felt I needed to protect her as I always had. However, after the last two nights, we shared, sharing each other, and things deepened between us, and we agreed it was for the better. Hanni had always been a great sister, and we had always been very open with each other; talking about our romantic interests and often touching lightly upon the involved sexual activity was rarely out of the question. But this was a new type of openness; she was my sister and a fantastic lover.

I had seen Hanni on the cover of Playboy, her first shoot with them happening to catch my glance as I walked through a local convenience store. I had seen her in gallery upon gallery of subsequent photo shoots for the magazine, completely naked and sprawled out for me to see. I knew it wasn't just for me, and so did Playboy because they were planning on making her Playmate of the Year for all the success her nakedness had brought them. But when Hanni got home, what I saw was just for me; her sexiness and the perfection she'd brought to the pages of the world-famous magazine was within my grasp. Something clicked between the two of us, and whether it was the way I could not take my eyes off of her or the security and comfort she found in being in her brother's arms, I do not know. However, I know one thing now: I am the luckiest brother in the world.

It isn't all so romantic; having the cute little playmate around me and constantly recalling the feeling of being inside her and the desire to do so again is far from that. But can I be blamed? I mean, it's like everything she does plays right into my desire for her. From how she squeezes my leg as she lifts herself out of the car to the bouncy strut she pulls off as she crosses the causeway onto the boat... like I said, I couldn't take my eyes off her. As we made our way to the sailboat we'd agreed to take a trip on when our parents interrupted what was going to be a sex-filled week for the both of us, even the traveling outfit she wore had me at half-mast all day long. As I watched her checking out the boat from top to bottom, squealing at its more luxurious features, I took her in greedily.

That first day, she wore jean shorts that could have been painted on. Her cute butt taunted me as she leaned over the side rail and looked down at the cool blue water. If our parents and their friends hadn't been right there, I would have come up behind her and let us both feel my hips against hers as I pinned her against the rail. Above the shorts was a cropped, loose, and transparent top that hung over one shoulder at an angle, displaying the soft skin of her shoulder and neck and, of course, the sexy, muscular midsection that I couldn't get enough of. Under the top was a pink bikini, or maybe it was a bra... either way, it pushed her breasts up just so and even though I'd held them naked and complete in my hands, I felt like I'd never seen them before hidden underneath layers of clothing I just wanted to tear off.

She knew it too. Hanni smiled at me with every chance she got, and even wiggled her butt at me when she knew the others weren't looking. A few times, she'd catch my eye and then reach down to adjust her top, shaking her beautiful tits in place and pushing them up further; I had to sit down and catch my breath when she did that. She spent the few hours we took preparing the boat as an opportunity to drive me crazy over her. By the time we finally cast off and were leaving the harbor it was all I could do not to grab her tiny frame in my arm and drag her downstairs to fuck her silly for all the trouble she'd put me through.

But we finally cast off and got out to sea, and things calmed down a bit. We sat on soft, colorful cushions in the stern of the boat with the sail billowing above us and a cool breeze brushing back the wisps of hair that had fallen from behind Hanni's ear. Hanni draped my arm over her innocently, and we chatted about everything under the sun with the adults. When it came to Hanni's college life, I had to play it extremely cool, knowing that she hadn't told anyone from home about her work with Playboy. But we made it through and chatted as the luxurious sailboat cut through the ocean waves and out further and further until land was only a dot on the horizon.

Hanni was hands-down the hottest female under the Pacific sun that day if you asked me, but that wasn't really a fair contest, and another woman aboard was giving her some competition. The man my parents had been invited aboard was an old work friend of my dad's and his new wife. My dad and his friend Jinwoo were successful partners at a law firm and had done very well for themselves, including the women they had married. My parents were getting older, though still in great shape. Jinwoo was much the same: a good-looking guy with a kind disposition and salt-and-pepper gray hair that, combined with the apparent wealth, had brought him Irene. Irene seemed to be a great wife for him, loving and trustworthy, but obviously, that wasn't the only reason he'd chosen her for the long haul.

Irene was young, probably only in her early thirties, and didn't even look that. She had long, wavy black hair. Jinwoo was proud of marrying her, and I'd heard him boasting about his sex life with the gorgeous brunette to my dad on more than one occasion - sure, he was a generous guy, but as money often does to people, he was also kind of a tool. Still, I thought 'good for him' as I saw him not-so-innocently holding his wife against him in their place across from me. I might have even found myself desiring her if I didn't have the soft skin of my sister pressed against my shirtless torso, reminding me that there was nothing more desirable than her. When Jinwoo playfully grabbed at Irene's thigh, I glanced over at Hanni, and when our eyes met, I knew their antics were turning her on.

Irene stood up at one point (I couldn't help but notice that she had a great body as I saw her stretch in front of us) and invited Hanni to help her get drinks:

"Hey girlfriend, want to help me throw some margaritas together for everybody?"

In her usually bubbly tone, Hanni responded, "Sure, Irene, lead the way."

As they headed below deck I watched both of their bikini covered asses swish back and forth on their way to the hatch and then disappear. When they returned, I was blessed with the view of their front. Irene was not as alluring to me as Hanni, but she was just right in her sexy way. Hanni must have caught me checking out Irene because she gave me a squinty, knowing look as she sat down and handed me the slushy drink. We chatted some more, and Hanni kept up her antics. She scooted closer into me and licked her lips when I looked at her; she was unbearable.

By the time Irene suggested that we drop anchor and go for a swim as the sun set, I was completely stiff and struggling to position my penis so that it didn't bare itself for anyone to see. Hanni knew of course, and even wrapped as much of her hand around it as she could when we were the last ones on deck before she hopped in the water. I was going to teach her a lesson that night for sure.

We waded in the water, with more back-and-forth chatter and a floating tray of drinks between us. Everyone stayed pretty warm in the cool water, with all the alcohol being passed around. Hardly anyone noticed when Hanni challenged me to a race and took off before I could say yes, heading for the front of the boat. I caught up to her and grabbed her ankle, pulling her tiny frame back and feeling it brush along as I passed her.

She screamed, "Cheater!" as I swam to the front of the boat and made contact with it before she could. I looked at her with boastful pride as she paddled the rest of the distance to me, defeated. I grabbed her hand and helped her float next to me; she was tired from the swim.

"That's not fair," Hanni complained.

"I'll tell you what's not fair..."

Now, we were concealed from the view of our parents, Irene and Jinwoo, at the front of the boat. I could still hear them laughing and bantering as I lifted Hanni's hands over her head to a bar in the railing. She held them there, lifted ever so slightly out of the water.

"What's not fair is all the teasing you've been doing all day and the fact that I could do nothing about it. That's not fair."

She was stretched out in front of me, and her legs wrapped around me, helping me to float there and pulling me closer to her. So much skin...so much of her flawless body was on display for me, and her beautiful stomach, the subtle protrusion of her ribcage from her lifted arms...I was in heaven.

"What will you do about it, bro?" she asked with raised eyebrows.

I took both hands and planted them firmly on either side of her waist, sending them upwards and hearing her breathe out sexily in appreciation. It was answer enough for her and she approved further when I pushed the tip of my cock against her mound. Even covered in hers and my bathing suits, it was apparent that her head was indenting lightly into her, and if it wasn't, then her involuntary gasp proved it.

"Oh God... this is so naughty with them right over there....just like when you..." I thrust again "Ooohh Oppa..... just like when you fucked me in the car last night."

"Just like I'm going to tonight..." I told her, holding my hands over her breasts and massaging them.

"Mmmm, how about right now?" she tested.

I looked into her eyes, searching to see whether she was serious. I mean, our little secret fuck in the car was risky in itself, but only 30 feet away in broad daylight were four people that could catch us and make for a very awkward sailing trip. She looked serious.

"I don't know about that..." I said.

I knew we were taking too many risks; there was so much to lose, and I didn't think I could stand having Hanni any way other than she was to me now. Hanni knew too, but she seemed too entranced in our foreplay to give it much thought. It may have been risky, but her body just felt terrific in my greedy hands, and Hanni was more than loving the attention. I kept repeating the pressure between her pussy lips and Hanni cooed a few times at the stimulation of her thin bottoms grinding against her clit. My resolve was chipping away by the second...

I heard one of the adults laugh loudly at a joke on the other side of the boat, and it caught Hanni's attention. As she looked in their direction, I promptly took advantage of her distraction and swiped simultaneously at the strings behind her neck and torso. Hanni scoffed and tried to reach for her sui,t but I was too fast. I locked one hand around the fingers of her left hand, holding it immutably against the rail above. The other pulled her top away so fast she couldn't even come close to grabbing it back with her right hand.

"You are ridiculous," she said, looking at me sideways, but I was hardly paying attention.

With her hand over her head her tits hung spectacularly, glistening from the water and high on her chest. I could see her muscles stretching to hold her up, from her flat tummy that disappeared into the water below up to her neck. Dear God, I'll never see a more beautiful sight than that in my entire life.

"Like what you see? Mmmm..." she sighed when I took her hanging breast into my hand and caressed it gently with the tips of my fingers. My fingernails grazed the skin, and then I just held her breast in my hand, feeling her goose bumps against my palm with my fingers on her perky pink nipple. I'd never felt anything so amazing before I swore to myself, and this wasn't the first time I'd had my hands wrapped around her perfect chest. Hanni just kept getting better and better, and I wanted to make love to her right there with our parents and their friends so dangerously close.

"Jesus Hanni, I swear you're the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen."

"Awww... you're so sweet ...mmmhh... And just think, I'm all yours..." she whispered, positively glowing from my compliment. She probably knew how I felt before I'd said it; my cock had grown even more enormous and complicated as I continued to prod at her covered slit with it gently. Hanni maneuvered her free hand so that her palm lay against my strong abs, and then she pushed it downward and painfully slowly. Under the waistband of my shorts, it went down further...until only her thumb and forefinger were touching the base of my stiff shaft.

I cringed; the feeling of her tiny hand on my steel-hard rod was phenomenal. I brought my head down to her chest, holding one of her soft breasts up and taking her nipple into my lips.

"Oooh, be careful! I'm really sensitive there," she shrieked. I backed off only slightly, trailing my tongue around the tiny areola before circling the erect little nub. Hanni was breathing harder, and it made me happy for her to enjoy my worship of her chest. As I finally took the whole nipple into my mouth and then sucked at it gently, Hanni wrapped around as much of my cock as she could get her hand on in one swift motion.

"I'm sensitive there too, ahhhh," I mocked. As I said it, Hanni firmly stroked up and down on my shaft, wrapping her palm around my head before she returned her encircling fingers to my base once again. We were like teenagers; neither of us could get enough of each other fast enough as we'd been able to display painfully little affection all day. I kept sucking at erect nipple, and more aggressively now. Eventually, I began pinching it between my front teeth just enough to get her calling my name between deep breaths:

"... oh, Oppa..... If you keep doing that... ugh... I think I might..."

I was still grinding the tip of my cock into the depression in her bottoms that my efforts were making. My tip was now just entering her, impeded by our clothing but pleasing due to the cool water around us. She ensured I was lined up just right as she slid her hand up and down my prodding staff. She was loving it and as her panting picked up and I was stimulating both her nipples and clit I knew that I'd send her into climax soon. Hell, a few minutes more, and I would probably release a gallon of sperm into the water between us.

"gotta be.... OOohhhhH..... quiet," she was tryin tog talk herself into keeping silent but wasn't succeeding all that well. Her attention to my cock faltered but I couldn't have cared less; the gorgeous little playmate's orgasm was all I was focused on and I felt I owed it to her to...

"Y/N....... Hanni!" he sounded concerned. My dad was calling out our names from the other side of the boat. I hadn't even considered that they would worry about us after we had swum off and not returned.

"Yeah, Dad?" I answered, my head settled just an inch or less inside my sister; she was still heaving and didn't stop her attempts to keep my cock massaging her pussy.

"Where's Hanni?" He was yelling over the boat.

"I'm here, Daddy!" I was honestly surprised to hear her pull it together enough to respond.

"What are you guys doing? I don't want you drowning on my watch.

"We were just...mmmh," she was still so aroused and had only slightly come down. "Playing daddy... jeez we're not kids anymore." She squeezed my shaft as she said it.

"Alright, well, come on back over. We've got margaritas waiting for you!" He had no idea.

Hanni slumped into my arms, and I held us up with a hand still gripping the boat. She managed a few more frustrated thrusts against me before she gave in and looked into my eyes. They were so beautiful, even with disappointment for being held back and having been so close. A deep and mesmerizing combination of cool grey and lively green, they peered into me, and I was lost in her. Hanni's naked chest felt terrific against my chest and shoulders, bringing me out of my haze. We cuddled for a few too-short moments while Hanni accepted that I couldn't give her what she wanted unless we wanted to be found out.

She turned around, and I helped her wrap the tiny bikini top back around her, happily pausing to make sure the cups were supporting her breasts in the right way. My hands took their last chance to hold on to the pliable flesh before tying her strings and taking her back to the water. She shot me a glance that told me she knew exactly what I was after and then headed toward our parents. Even how she swam back, cutting through the water like a true athlete, added to her complete and utter prowess and perfection.

We returned to the circle and couldn't risk looking too longingly at each other, though we desperately wanted to—and a lot more than that. Nobody was the wiser, I comfortably assured myself. We chatted until the sun was only a glowing memory beneath the horizon and then climbed back on the deck. Hanni grabbed my arm and pulled me back from the group.

"Did you see Irene?" Her eyes were wide.

I thought I had been caught checking out the 30-something-year-old hottie, so I tried to deny it: "What... who... Oh her, yeah, she seems nice."

"No, silly," Hanni rolled her eyes. I know she's hot; I wouldn't blame you if you thought so. I mean, did you see the way she was looking at us?"

"No, I have no idea what you're talking about," I told her, concerned.

"She was staring at me pretty strangely. I think she knows what's up."

"No way, how could she? We were quiet, and it's not like we gave ourselves away before then..."

Just then, like clockwork, Irene popped her head around the corner. We were leaned over the edge of the boat inconspicuously, so it didn't make me nervous that she was seeing us together.

"Hey guys, so you want a burger or a brat?" she asked.

We both told her what we wanted and then relaxed a bit, she was being pretty normal for someone Hanni had just suspected of knowing I'd had my cock rubbing against my sister's pussy.

"Oh, and by the way, honey," she said quieter now, her grin speaking volumes as she said, "I think your top is inside out."

Hanni and I looked down simultaneously, and Irene disappeared around the corner. It wouldn't jump out at you if you weren't looking for it, but it was obvious. Hanni's suit was inside out, and Irene had noticed it after we returned from our little disappearance, hence the weird looks to Hanni.

"Oh god, do you think mom and dad noticed?" Hanni asked with fear in her eyes.

"No way. We got out of the water last, and they would have definitely said something. Irene must have seen it when we were swimming back. Mom and Dad were turned away from us then." I tried to comfort her, but it wasn't really working.

"Do you think she'll tell?" Hanni was only slightly less worried.

"No, she seems too cool to go making accusations like that." I retorted

"That's true, and I swear she was trying to coax something out of me when she told me she thought you were hot earlier."

I smiled widely, and my heart jumped when she said that. It felt pretty good that a beautiful woman like Irene thought I was handsome or 'hot,' as Hanni had said.

"Oh, you're unbelievable," Hanni slapped my arm. "I guess you can have her for the rest of this trip the," she said as she turned away from me.

"Oh, come on, Hanni!" I pulled at her sid,e but she didn't lean into me like she usually did. "She's got nothing on you. I can't walk around this boat without a huge bulge in my shorts with you in that bikini. It's torture not being able to show you and tell you every second how attracted to you I am!"

She looked over her shoulder at me, pouting but clearly affected by my compliment. I slipped my hand around her waist and felt the band of her bikini tickle my fingertips as they brushed over her hipbones. My hand rested on her tummy, only briefly with the knowledge of our shipmates only feet away. Hanni rotated in my grasp, my fingers trailing around her as she turned face to face with me and pushed in close. She glanced toward the direction of our parents, scanning to see if we were in sight of them. When she was satisfied nobody was watching, she stood up on her toes, the soles of her feet stretching and her back arching to bring her to the right height she planted a soft kiss on my lips. She lingered for only a second or two with her eyes looking right at the lips she'd just kissed, and then I watched my sister walk off around the corner and sit down like nothing had happened.

I followed a moment later (after the bulge in my trunks had settled to a manageable level) and sat down across from her. The last rays of sun skimmed over her long legs, crossed sexily and hanging down toward the wooden deck. I can hardly remember what we talked about now for the hour or so we sat around eating and chatting, Hanni's kiss and the many events of the day had me swimming in my own thoughts and fantasies. I imagined that nobody was there, and I crossed the gap between me and my little playmate sister, pinning her against the plush white cushions and ripping off her clothes.

The only thing to distract me was the delicious food...that and the way Irene had handed it off to me. I had been keeping an eye on her as she fidgeted around in front of the hot grill, scratching her leg with a raised foot here and tossing her hair around. She may have been married but she had not lost a hint of her youth and verve. Her swaying about while preparing our dinner already had me at alert, so when I saw her reach down and obviously fluff her tits in her striped bikini I was finding myself growing stiff already. Then she approached me with a plate of food and came closer than I expected; I was frozen to her. She leaned in, handing me the plate and lingering, bent over at the waist and setting it down on the table beside me. Her breasts were hanging magnificently, the flesh struggling against her top. Just before she stood up she caught my gaze and I knew that she'd seen what I was looking at. I'd have been mortified at being caught red-handed if the look in her eyes and upon her lips wasn't one of subtle mischief.

When the sun had gone all the way down, Jinwoo showed us the beautiful television screen that ascended from a hidden panel in the stern of the boat behind the mini-bar. The seats on the deck were also perfectly set up for viewing the movie he was about to put on: some romantic comedy to please the ladies on their first night aboard. Jinwoo opened up one of the cabinets and pulled out some thick, woven blankets, tossing one each to the couples and apologizing to Hanni and I that he didn't have one for each of us.

"They can share honey," Irene interjected quickly, "right guys?"

"Yeah it's no problem, sir, thanks!" Hanni said happily and tossed the blanket over both of us.

"Please Hanni, call me Jinwoo, Mr. makes me feel like my dad," Jinwoo joked while Hanni settled down and spread the blanket out over us.

The sun was all the way down now, and a light breeze ruffled Hanni's hair gently with her head laid upon my shoulder. She giggled when a few strands caught in my mouth and I spit them back out; I nudged her head to get her back. There was only the sound of the movie and the ocean breeze gently clanging a jib or a hook somewhere on deck. It was a beautiful night to be cozied up with my secret playmate, both the most gorgeous girl I'd ever made love to and my very own sister.

I was still half-mast myself from all of Irene's antics and the desire for my sister I'd been unable to act out all day. As I worked my hand to the inside of Hanni's thigh she wasted no time in finding my hardness through the outside of my shorts.

"Hmmmm....." she whispered in my ear, "you really like this movie huh...?"

"Oh Hanni...." I whispered back as Hanni ran her hand over the outline of my shaft and head.

She then began untying my strings, and the anticipation nearly killed me as I felt her working the laces through the holes to allow her easier access. When she'd finally got it she stopped once more to hold my cock through the fabric. All the while her efforts were concealed by the blanket over us. I looked around, nervous. 'God this is dangerous,' I thought, but I was in no state to object. By the time Hanni finally decided to free me from my fabric confines, I was so hard I thought I was going to rip my suit.

She traced her fingers from the bottom of my pole to the top in one, long stroke; her fingers were barely making contact. When she reached the top she equally slowly encircled me with her whole hand and then pushed it downward in one smooth stroke. It was unbelievable, something told me I couldn't even hope to do better myself. Hanni's nimble fingers, cooler than my red-hot member, felt glorious holding me like they were. I looked down to Hanni who's head was still nestled against me. She turned and planted a little kiss on my shoulder before looking back to the television to keep up our pretended innocence.

The pleasure was building and Hanni began to stroke me more hastily. I struggled to keep a straight face in case my parents were to turn around and look our way. They were dozing off together; my worries about them abated. I then turned my gaze toward Irene and Jinwoo. Jinwoo looked to be distracted with his phone and...............Irene was staring right at us.

Hanni was pumping me quickly now, and a close observer would see the blanket shivering atop us. Irene was a close observer; she didn't take her eyes off us as I neared orgasm. I knew I should tell Hanni that we were being watched....I knew....oh God, her hand was just stroking me so amazingly. Hanni had no idea that Irene could see her jerking her brother's cock under the blanket, and I was too consumed with her touch to risking jeopardizing it. I couldn't....I couldn't let this end before Hanni finished me off. Hanni was grinning as she looked directly toward the screen; she loved how she could feel my body flexing and relaxing and my cock pulsing in her hand. She wasn't the only one smiling though; Irene across the deck was watching the two of us, grinning naughtily and ignoring both her husband and the movie.

She made eye contact with me and raised her eyebrows, I knew we were had, but I could tell that Irene was far from giving us up. She licked her lips and stared at the two of us, brother and sister, nuzzled beneath the blanket her husband had given us and doing something very taboo.

I was close now. My hand was rubbing at Hanni's inner thigh more strongly, grasping at her tight skin and brushing back and forth across her covered mound. Hanni stroked faster, faster...up and down went her tiny hand. My balls ached for release and Hanni pumped above them to bring it. She grasped tighter, stimulating my sensitive head when she reached it each time and then jerking it down with the skin clasped in her tender palms. I could feel it coming, seconds away now. I looked from Hanni to Irene, and Irene could see my state as well as Hanni could feel it; her mouth was nearly opened and her eyes searched mine to see me climax.

A few more strokes...just a few more...Hanni was did not stop for a second, stroking me for all I was worth. I began to cum, my body first flexed in that first second or two. Then I felt the semen rising from within me, jetting across me onto Hanni's side. I was only vaguely aware of Irene's eyes upon me as I shot a second time onto my sister's abdomen and thigh. She was directing my cock toward her beneath the blanket, still coaxing more of my sperm out between us. A pump of it caught her thigh and some of mine; still I kept coming. The jizz was spewing onto her hand now, and my sister jerked me a few more times before I had to grab her hand to stop her.

We were both sticky and covered in my load beneath the blanket, but Hanni kept her hand wrapped around my cock, holding me firmly and not letting go. I looked back in Irene's direction; she smiled at me brightly and then scooted closer to her husband, taking her eyes off of us and back to the movie. I couldn't believe how turned on I was that Irene had just watched my sister jerk me off under a blanket like high-school lovers. I would have dwelled on it further, but I was spent. It was then that I felt Hanni wiping us off beneath the blanket with a towel of some sort. She cleaned off our skin, and then my partially softened penis, which was an unbearable feeling in itself. When she finished, she folded up the cloth and wrapped her arm around mine: a rather unassuming gesture if you forget that she'd just caused me to cum all over her. She took my hand in hers and passed me the cloth. I brought it from beneath the blanket and realized it wasn't a towel at all, it was her bottoms.

The thought of her tiny, naked butt and warm, wet pussy beneath the blanket had my cock swelling again. I edged my hand closer again to her inner thigh, nearing her center when she pushed my hand away and whispered.

"Uh uh uh, just hold me and watch the movie..." I pouted when she said that and she caught the look. "We'll pick up where we left off later, I promise."

That took the edge off a little, besides, having her in my arms was promise enough that good things were to come. She scooted close to me under the concealing blanket. She wrapped her spindly legs around me like a monkey and brought my hand around to hold her. She was warm, so warm and yielding to my touch.

"I love you so damn much Hanni." I told her and waited for her to look me in the eyes,

"I know baby bro, I love you too......." she was so quiet and whispering right into my ear now, "....and I want you to fuck me....sooo hard... when we're finally alone."

I grinned from ear to ear. I couldn't wait to do just that. I held Hanni's lithe, slender frame against me for the remainder of the movie, unworried about our parents as they slumbered away. Irene looked over at us occasionally and I saw her smile knowingly at Hanni more than once.

At some point Hanni pulled on my shirt and whispered to me..."She knows..."

We both knew it now, and we were also much more at ease with the way she was handling it. She gently grasped Hanni's knee on her way below deck with her husband, wishing us goodnight. Jinwoo instructed that we shut the TV off before we went below to the bedroom we'd be sharing. Our parents followed them down, leaving Hanni and I alone up top, excitement building in our hearts.

When we were certain they were gone for sure, we locked eyes and just stared. Hanni began edging closer to me and bringing her puffy, lip-gloss frosted lips near mine. She lingered amount before pushing in; we shared a long, tender kiss and our tongues flitted out to teas each other. She was so gentle and her lips felt feather-light and warm against mine. I ran a hand up her slender body, massaging her as it went. We eventually broke the kiss and Hanni settled her head into my lap.

We talked for over an hour. Hanni shared with me her thoughts and feelings on what posing with Playboy would bring in the coming years and I listened attentively. We talked about frivolous things like friends and food, all the while my hands played over her smooth belly and caressed her lovingly. The tone changed when we started talking about us.

"I really love being with you Hanni..." she caught my gaze and smiled lovingly. Her smile was endearing and lovely.

"Are you sure it's not these you love?" she asked, bringing my hand in one motion up to her breast and sliding it immediately under the fabric of her bikini.

As always I was thrilled to be holding her ample breasts in my hand. They were warm, and her skin so incredibly soft. Despite the feeling, however, I gazed at her deeply to let her know how serious I was about how happy she made me.

"I know, I'm only kidding; you make me feel so happy, and so sexy. I hope you won't mind coming out to California with me because I'm not doing it without you."

I was taken aback by the statement. She breathed slowly then, in and out, awaiting my reaction to what she knew had been a serious proposition. My first thought was to protest; I couldn't just up and leave my home, let alone to be with my Playboy playmate sister. Within seconds however I was coming to my senses; the beautiful creature in my arms was all I wanted. I'd have no trouble finding a good job anywhere I went.

"Do you really mean that?" I asked.

A long pause ensued in which Hanni turned her head upward from its relaxed position in my lap and cast her eyes upon mine...

"Definitely." Her tone was one of complete certainty. It made my heart throb for her, and the thought of endless time and the implied wonderful sex life we'd share had my manhood throbbing too.

Hanni stood up and glanced back over her shoulder toward me, biting her fingernail as she did. When she reached the entrance to the lower deck she turned and leaned provocatively against the frame, casting her hip outward in a way that accentuated her lean form all the more enticingly. She aimed a finger at me and beckoned me toward her the seated position from which I'd been watching her eagerly.

"Come inside with me, I think I need help turning on that big shower down there," she suggested mischievously.

I ambled up after her and held her hand from behind as we headed down the stairs. The inside of the boat was larger than I'd guessed it was, and I was excited for what Hanni and I's room would be like. I was even more excited as I watched Hanni pull her camisole up over her shoulders and then toss it through the doorway to our bedroom, remembering now that she'd never put on her cum-soaked bottoms. I only got to peer through the opening a second before Hanni tugged my hand and pulled me close to her.

I took hold of her in my hands, large and strong in contrast to her tiny, graceful body. She arched her back into me, pressing our hips together and we kissed there in the hallway. We kissed deeply, making up for all the lost time. My hands roamed, her hands roamed, and our need was more apparent with each twirl of tongue against tongue. Once again, my sister was in my arms, clothed only in that alluring little bikini and dying for me to take it off her.

There in the hallway we kissed and touched and pressed against each other, mimicking what we truly wanted. Hanni had just asked me to come with her across the country and be with her, as much more than just brother and sister. I couldn't think of a place I'd rather be. Yet, just then I was getting exactly what I desired as well: every bit of Hanni I could get my hands on.

We continued our foreplay and rolled shoulder over shoulder toward the bathroom door. Hanni would push me off of her and pin me against the wall and then I'd do the same. All the while we stayed locked at then lips and hips, save the short gasps that escaped Hanni's mouth when I connected with a particularly sensitive patch of skin or the whispered

"mmmmh, I love you"s and "oh goddd"s when I touched her just right.

We were so caught up in each other we barely noticed door to Irene and Jinwoo's bedroom slightly ajar. So, when both of us heard a moan from the room nearby that clearly hadn't come from Hanni, we stood frozen there together with Hanni's warm breath brushing my cheek.

Slowly we turned our heads toward the door; phew, it wasn't coming from our parents' room. We inched closer to the opened door, close enough that with my arms wrapped around her I could see over her head the source of the sound we'd heard. I had not been wrong when I'd imagined Irene would be a knockout naked.

Hanni must have agreed too because she gripped tightly at my arms as we watched the scene unfolding before us. Irene's husband lay back on the bed with his legs hanging over the edge of the bed, bent at the knees. Irene held fast to them and was turned around toward us, her breasts swaying as she lifted the sweet behind of hers and dropped it down sharply into Jinwoo's lap. She was tanned and toned, though not quite what I was used to with my sister. She was a bit... fuller, in places but it definitely worked to her advantage.

All the comparing reminded me who I held in my arms and I looked down at her, fidgeting in my arms.

"Like what you see?" I whispered, a line she'd used on me so many times before. She directed one of my hands downward and I knew what she wanted.

"Mmm hmm," she agreed, not even speaking as my hand landed over her uncovered slit, emanating the warmth of her arousal.

I began to pressure her tiny clit and she sank her gorgeous behind into me. We stayed like that, me rubbing her and her absolutely loving it as Irene continued to fuck her husband just beyond the door. We were both watching intently when Irene lifted her head towards us, the few of hair strands that had escaped hanging down over her face as her eyes rose up and landed on the door.

She saw us, she definitely saw us, and Hanni and I held tightly to each other neither moving or breathing. Her eyes met both of ours and she took in what was obviously a completely compromising position. She may have suspected correctly before that my sister and I had been lovers, but with my hand over the place no brother is supposed to go and my other cradling one of Hanni's awesome tits, there was no getting around it now. We were both frozen in anticipation of how she'd react.

Her downward thrusts slowed as she took us in and then........ a smile. Not just any smile, a huge mischievous grin that accompanied with her renewed efforts to take her husband's cock deeper and harder only meant one thing. She approved.

Hanni looked back at me with nearly the same grin Irene had, and she gave my crotch some serious attention with a quick up-down of that peach-like butt of hers over my shaft. I thought I was hard before that, but with Irene being railed a few feet away and the world's hottest playmate/my amazingly fuckable sister in my arms I think I suddenly grew another inch.

Irene watched us for a little while, as if both of her and my sister and I were transfixed and unable to look away. She showed us a few tricks, at some point rotating her hips around in a way that rippled her core and must have felt unbelievably good to her husband. She let out a few coos of pleasure but something told me they were more about seeing and being seen than Jinwoo's remarkably average penis. I guess money can't buy everything.

When we heard Jinwoo start to grunt foolishly Hanni took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom. She turned on the water and immediately grabbed my neck with one of her dainty hands, pulling me in for a needy kiss. She was turned on so obviously I could barely stifle a laugh. She pulled me under the water, my shirt still on. I wrapped an arm around her and her hands pawed haphazardly at me; she was so aroused she barely knew what to do with herself.

I took care of that; I lifted her and pushed her against the shower wall aggressively. She scratched at my back and then pried my shirt up over my head. Her hands pried at my stomach,

"Ugh, I love your abs," she was running her fingers over my muscles while arching her back to push me back a bit and see between us, "you are really fucking strong."

I rolled my eyes, 'women always say things like that,' I thought. I was flattered but compared to her, like a brilliant marble sculpture, I felt like I was made of play-doh.

She read my mind, "I'm not just humoring you, mmmhh, I'm soo attracted to you," she was rubbing that naked mound against my cock now. "No guy has ever made me so hot like you do."

I had to admit, she was flattering my immensely. I hoped that she felt the same way when I told her how gorgeous she was. I was encouraged enough to push her back flat against the wall and thrust along her lips, or what I could feel of them. I was kissing her neck furiously and she and I were clamoring to hump each other below. Somehow we got the water running and it warmed quickly, dousing us and our remaining clothing. My soaked trunks were plastered over my stiff shaft and it made the contact between us all the more purposeful. Still, I wanted more; and Hanni did too. She was fumbling around my shorts and the drawstring holding them tight to me. I was lost in her the long smooth skin beneath her cute chin.

"Oh god," she was moaning and twisting from attention to her sensitive neck, "take them off please!"

She was still lifted off the ground, her beautiful legs wrapping me. I reached for my waistband and she helped me to push the shorts down. She hastily pulled off the last scrap of clothing, her cute little bikini top, and cast it away; her tits jiggled unbearably and my cock jumped with excitement.

I forced her against the wall with an audible thud. My cock made its first contact with my sister's bare pussy in what felt like forever (it had only been about 24 hrs.) my rod split her lips and I felt how incredibly wet she was. She gyrated against me, and with my body sandwiching her between the wall and I could feel every muscle she used to do so. We were so connected in that moment.

"Umhhhh, it's been...too long," she cooed to me as her hips rotated rhythmically, "I've wanted you to put that big cock......mmmmgghh... in me all fucking day."

I loved hearing her talk like that, and I loved the way she looked and felt as much now as ever. Water cascaded over our shoulders, wetting her hair and dancing randomly down her slick body. Her tits were smashed against my chest, forced upward and outward while gliding against me with her constant grinding and flexing.

My shaft slipped again and again between her lips, I could feel my tip catch every now and again at her clit and threatening to sink deep inside her. At that moment we were content to thrust desperately against each other. I sucked hungrily at her neck and she showered my cheeks, ear and neck with kisses as best she could between her labored inhaling and exhaling. I even loved the grazing of her warm breath over my neck, the thought of making my sister so full of lust and sensation made me all the warmer inside.

"Uhhhhnn unnnnhhh, you like that?" she slowed and lengthened the path of her slippery lips on their straddling path over my cock "do you want to be inside me, wanna fuck your little slutty sister? I can't take this much longer...."

"Oh god, you have no idea," I answered her. I knew she was grinning.

Then suddenly from somewhere through the steam...."Then do it already, Jesus," it was Irene's voice 'I don't think I can take it any longer either!" We were frozen once again, held captive by the fear of being revealed.

Irene came into view, but I could barely see her in my peripheral while supporting my sister against the cool tiles on the wall of the shower. She looked to be wearing a nightgown of some sort, small and silky by the looks of it. She approached me slowly from behind; Hanni and I held our breath.

Irene was just outside the shower door we had failed to close in our haste. I still couldn't see her face and I thought that this may have finally been too much for her to see and accept. I felt a hand cover Hanni's on my shoulder. It slid in between Hanni's little fingers and caressed me as it did. Irene was touching me from behind and I could feel her presence heavy on my backside. I began to exhale, not sure yet if I should be relieved or not.

"Oh relax, you two! If I was going to rat you out I could have done it any of the half dozen times you were up to something before." There was an air of confidence and satisfaction in her voice, she was enjoying our little secret it seemed to me.

Hanni fidgeted, reminding me that I was only an inch or so from impaling her against the shower wall, I hadn't softened a bit and Hanni's warm pussy was still pulsing around my invading member. She felt it too, bringing her back to the desperation and arousal that Irene's interruption had only temporarily quashed.

I moved this time: a long, slow stroke that made her arch her back in response. Irene whispered something like "that's it, go on..." and stepped a bit closer. Hanni was fully back in sex-mode now and surprised me when she released her hand from its interlocking position with Irene's and she reached out beyond me. Her hand found Irene's shoulder and nightgown. She pulled, and Irene quickly stepped into the shower. The wide coverage of the showerhead found her nightie; it was a pale yellow number hung loosely over her shoulders with precariously thin straps. It was cinched under her breasts, which were causing mounds to form through the soft fabric, topped with pretty peaks that implied her obviously erect nipples.

Hanni and I were returning, slowly but surely, to the desperate and rhythmic contact we'd been seeking before Irene walked in. Hanni's adorable panting returned and she once again was splitting her engorged lips over the shaft I so eagerly wanted to plunge inside her with.

Irene's entwined fingers tightened their grip on my shoulder, and it seemed to jar Hanni into some new reality. She reached out swiftly and caught Irene's shoulder strap, sliding it off and pulling her under the water and closer to our side. The wide spray of the luxurious shower began to douse Irene with water. It was a subtle, pleasant yellow that darkened as the water turned it from opaque to transparent in a matter of seconds.

First her gorgeous butt showed through, sweet cleft and all as the material began to paste itself to her skin. I was staring intently and hardly noticed as Hanni slipped to the floor and turned to face the brunette vixen and her transforming gown. Hanni's fingers curled around my cock as she took another step toward Irene and came face to face with her.

It was like some kind of stand-off of who was hotter (it was admittedly close) or who was more daring, or god knows what those two women were thinking. My mind raced, and my member throbbed with Hanni's hand stroking me gently and pressing me against one soft cushion of her behind. The scene playing out before me was nearly too much to bear; the unfathomably beautiful Hanni, an unmatched playboy playmate vs. a sultry, illusive brunette trophy wife that had an obvious understanding of her own sex appeal and how to use it just right. I could hardly keep my eyes straight as Hanni jacked me, the pleasure and the build-up was indescribable.

Just when I couldn't take it anymore, Hanni closed the gap. Closing her eyes she leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on Irene's lips. It lingered... and just when Hanni seemed to pull back Irene returned the favor. She was soaked through and through in her place under the shower, every inch of the lingerie clinging to her body and revealing its splendor beneath. Irene wrapped a hand behind my sister's neck, her fingernails teasing just at her hairline where I knew her to be sensitive, and she brought them firmly together.

First they just held there sampling the other's lips; then Hanni opened her mouth ever so slightly. Irene swiftly flitted her tongue against the sliver Hanni had opened for her and then Hanni did the same. They playfully darted their tongues together and wrestled them more vigorously with each passing second. I hadn't thought my sister to have enjoyed the company of a woman as she now was, but with the increased pressure and stroking of my cock I could tell that Hanni was enjoying it thoroughly.

Once they had shared a few moments of feverish making out and both Hanni and Irene had begun touching each other gently and tentatively with their unoccupied hands, they slowed to a stop and drew back an inch or two. Simultaneously, both of them smiled at each other as if shocked and pleased by their newest taboo behavior. That was when they also turned in tandem to look at me, casually standing behind Hanni with an arm around her side as she stroked me and I watched them.

I wasn't sure what was in store for me but from the look in their eyes and the way they both glanced down at my cock, looking enormous in Hanni's dainty grasp, I knew it was something good.

"Mmmh," Irene let out and slumped toward Hanni a bit, "it looks to me like you were about to take a bit of a thrashing from not-so-little brother here... don't let me stop you."

Hanni bit her lip sexily and nodded in agreement, giving me an awesome little squeeze. She still seemed a little overwhelmed with pleasure from her first experience with another girl, so when she didn't act fast enough, Irene jumped in. She followed Hanni's arm with a light touch until it came close to where my cock was encased firmly in her grasp.

"Can I?" she looked straight at Hanni as if asking for permission.

When Hanni gave her an exasperated sigh of agreement, she slipped her hand over and Hanni let hers fall toward the floor. Irene set her eyes on me, waiting for me to protest. When I didn't, she wrapped her hand around my shaft completely and closed the gap between us. With one hand wrapped around my sister's taut belly, teasing toward her sweet spot, my other hand was left free. I quickly occupied it, placing it tenderly on Irene's hip.

My touch encouraged her and Irene leaned forward; it was my turn to taste the brunette's tongue against mine. Irene showed little hesitation with me as she had with Hanni. She simply slid into me in one quick motion and we locked together. First we tested only each other's lips, playing and sensing and loving the sensation. Then, when we felt bolder, we found the tips of each other's tongues. She was stroking me more intensely as we embraced and my hands on both Hanni and Irene worked harder in response.

When Irene heard Hanni moan from the pressure of my fingers on her button, she remembered her original intent. She ended her hand's attention to my staff and guided it closer to Hanni's cute behind. She was leaning against the tile and the combination of my stimulation of her clit, the down-pouring shower, and her first experience with another woman had her floating in her own paradise just inches away from mine.

Whether Irene realized it or not, as she hungrily lined up my tip with the entrance to my sister's tight tunnel, Hanni was yet unaware. Lost in her own thoughts and pressed up against that cool, smooth shower wall, she didn't recognize the feeling of my head making contact with her taut outer lips. Nor did she hear it when Irene planted another quick kiss on my lips and said,

"Go ahead honey,"

I split Hanni's lips apart with my first motion, and then began to slide the length of my engorged member into the little playmate's pussy inch by inch. That certainly brought her to, and she craned her neck to look back at who was causing the sudden, intense sensation she was experiencing. As I pressed deeper inside of her I could feel Irene's hand still guiding me and her fingers adding to the unbelievable pleasure I felt as I buried my shaft into my sister.

"Oooohhhh fuckkkk......"she howled with the naughty mouth of hers.

Irene moved around to where Hanni was locked against the wall, her breasts spreading outward from the pressure. Hanni turned to face her as much she could with my invading cock holding her in place. Immediately Irene found Hanni's lips with her own and began to kiss her intensely. While the two probed each other's mouths I finally reached the termination of my path and savored the sensation of being completely engulfed in my sister's tight pussy.

Irene's hand, which had been wrapped in a ring around my rod, lowered to allow me that final inch push into Hanni. She moved it directly to my full balls and tenderly cupped them in her hand. Her other hand had made its way to Hanni's opening, now pried open with her brother's cock.

"Does that feel good Hanni?" Irene asked her cutely.

"Yesss, ohhhh .....it feels sooooo good." she mewed back.

Once her fingers found their way to Hanni's sensitive little clit, I had had bottomed out in my sister entirely. Every bit of my shaft was immersed by Hanni's slick, hot channel and it felt as if I could sense her breaths in and out and the undulations of her beautiful core. My own little playmate cooed at the sensation of my cock seeming to expand inside of her. She was so tight, so unbelievably tight standing there with my cock lodged inside her, able only to cope with the feeling and do little else.

Irene planted a trail of soft kisses and pecks down Hanni's body, stopping for a moment at her delicious breast to caress them in a way only another woman could. As she made her way down, she placed a palm on my lower abs and gently encouraged me to pull out of my sister until only the helmet remained inside of her. Her soft pink lips held tight to my retreating member and pulled outward with it, desperate to keep me within. Just as my head was about to pop from Hanni's opening, she took hold of the exposed cylinder and prevented me exiting.

Her mouth found the connection between my sister and I and she covered it with the expanse of her tongue. That's when her hand, wrapped around me, tugged at me to press into my big sister once more. Her tongue stimulated us both and Hanni cried out as I sank into her more swiftly this time. In seconds I was once more deep within Hanni for the second time, ready to begin taking her fully.

"oh fuck.....Y/N.....it's so....... I can't.....mmmmmmm." She was short for breath and couldn't find the words to describe how I was making her feel.

Irene's tongue was beginning to lap and twirl around our incestuous junction, causing both of us to gasp from the added stimulation. When Irene's hand guided me back once again I was prepared, sliding out of Hanni and stopping just before I was literally out of her tunnel entirely before parting her lips once more and plunging deep inside.

Hanni was beginning to come to, despite the extreme pleasure from the increasing tempo of my thrusts. When I slid backward for the fourth or fifth time I could feel my sister's cute butt coming back to meet me. I kissed her neck from behind and she shivered from the tender contact. I opened my mouth and could taste the freshness of the water, still gliding down her body, combined with that deliciousness of her skin I'd grown addicted to.

As I continued to slide in and out of my sister, spurred on by her return thrusts, I reached down and found Irene's head with her soft locks of hair and I took the back of her head in my hand. I massaged lightly at it as Irene continued lapping at my sister and I from below. I gently tugged at her ponytail and encouraged her to stand up next to us so I could look her in the eye as I fucked my sister before her.

She did as I asked and came up to meet my gaze. Her eyes flitted down to my cock, plunging repeatedly into Hanni as I had her partially pressed against the wall for balance. I pulled Irene close and pressed my lips to hers, kissing her deeply while Hanni did more of the work. As I battled tongues with Irene and reached a hand toward her lovely cunt, my sister gyrated her taut cheeks into me faster and the sensation of her warm folds engulfing me independent of my efforts was near too much to bear. I prayed I wouldn't come too soon.

As my cock experienced the sensation Hanni was causing it my fingers found Irene's opening and teased her wet lips. I thumbed at her clit and she looked into me fiercely due to my daring behavior. I thought she might even push me away when she reached down to my hand, but instead she pressed my fingers inside of her.

"Uhhhhhghh," she moaned, "I needed this."

"Ughhh," I gasped back with another pound into Hanni, "Jinwoo not.....mmmmph.... Getting it done?"

She looked down at my invading cock once more, and Hanni and she made eye contact when Hanni turned to hear her answer. Her hand cupped the entrance to Hanni's pussy and she answered.

"Certainly not like this...." Something about having Irene approve of my rigorous fucking of my sister had my adrenaline pumping. With one hand in Irene's pussy I pressed two digits into her and began finger-fucking her to the tempo of my thrusts into Hanni. My other hand cupped Hanni's breast firmly to brace myself as I fucked her about as hard as I ever had.

"Fuccckkk...." Hanni squealed, "be careful.....mghhhh....I'm fragile."

I hardly listened, careful only not to slam her too hard against the shower wall, which might have woken someone. I continued to jam my cock into Hanni's squeezing sheath, bottoming out over and over and hearing her moan and gasp for breath. My fingers kept pace and Irene was leaning against my sister with one of their breasts mashing against each other.

"God, I might.....ohh.....ooh....cum already." Hanni said almost worried.

"Mmmmnhhh, you're telling me......fuck," Irene added in a breathy phrase.

Irene bucked against my fingers and the dropped to her knees as if to escape the pleasure for a moment, I was sure she hadn't come just yet but she started to minister to Hanni anyway. First her fingers wiggled over Hanni's clit and she trailed kissed to Hanni's tits once more.

I took both Hanni's hips in my hands and pressed her ass cheeks hard against my pistoning shaft. She held fast to my wrist and put a second hand against the wall. Over and over I drove into her, feeling her ass slam back toward me and clapping into my lap, apparently she wasn't THAT fragile.

"Ooohh.....ohhhhh.......so hard.......I think I'm gonna...."

I wrapped an arm across her abdomen and breasts, my other hand fell across her thin neck. She stood upright and I continued to impale her. I could sense her near orgasm as her body began to shake and weaken in my arms and I took more of her weight. That was just fine because my cock had her held up like a coat on a hanger. Irene's mouth found a nipple and she nibbled at it while her hand flew over Hanni's extremely sensitive clit.

It was the most erotic experience of my life, fucking my naked playboy-vixen sis with reckless abandon while she was being worked over by the beautiful adulterous brunette as both her husband and our parents slumbered on the other side of the wall. My fingers pawed at handfuls of Hanni's breasts and ass and I rocked in and out of her until I knew she was at the end.

"Ohhh ohhh, I'm gonna.....mmmmh-uhhhh..... Fuck, I'm gonna come." she was hardly being quiet, considering the proximity of our dozing families - I kept plunging into her nonetheless "It's so biggg.....mmmmph....I love you so.....uhhhh....much."

God she was so sexy right then, I couldn't get enough of her sweet dirty-talk or the flawless body I was currently burying my cock inside of. Just a few more thrusts and she was there. I could feel her pussy grip down on me like a vice and her body convulse against both Irene and I. Irene kept fingering Hanni's pulsing clit and I could feel her pussy wetting with her arousal.

She was bucking against the two of us and spastically taking my rod in and out of her as her pussy both begged for it to be buried inside her and for the unbearable sensitivity to stop. She moaned, she cooed; for nearly a minute she came, riding out her orgasm - my little champ. She was so sexy that I could have filled her right then with my own cum, but something about the naughty look that Irene we giving me... eyes peering at me, one covered in a wisp of black hair, while she stayed latched to my sisters nipple... I knew there was a little more left in store for me.

My little playmate finally stopped her involuntary shivers and kissed the hand I'd laid upon her shoulder. It was a light kiss, a thank you kiss, and I thanked her back by wrapping an arm around her tight tummy and pulling her close. I was still sheathed snugly inside of her and began to withdraw; she hummed a complaint. I gave her one final thrust when I'd pulled halfway out and when my hips made contact for the last time she melted in my arms. I finally removed my cock from her entirely and she turned around to face me, placing her back against the cold tiles and jumping at the sensation of them against her back. She took my chin in one hand and pulled me close; we kissed deeply and sensually; my God she always tasted so good.

Meanwhile, Irene had fallen to her knees again and as Hanni and I finished with each other, our tongues darting out for the last time, I felt Irene take my shaft in her practiced hand. Looking down at her I saw her beautiful body once more: breasts full and high upon her chest, pink nipples standing at attention and her firm abdomen. She kissed my tip and must have intended to suck me into her warm, waiting mouth. As good as that would have felt, Irene had done enough work already and I knew it was time to give her the attention she deserved. With Hanni recovering, eyes closed and face toward the ceiling, I gently took Irene's chin in my hand and coaxed her upward with a gentle pull.

She came up to meet me, eyes full of wonder and lust. She didn't know why I'd stopped her, but soon realized that intended to tend to her and not the other way around. I urged her toward the high bench at one end of the shower, where the water still reached her legs. Hanni followed her there and sat beside her, still zoned out and inattentive. As I sat Irene down carefully on the edge of the seat and positioned my mouth between her taut thighs, I took time to admire the beautiful shape that she'd managed to stay in. I figured her for no more than 34, but for the impeccable skin and luscious curves she carried, she and Hanni could have been roommates.

I massaged at the skin just beside her equally firm cheeks, a spot Hanni always seemed to love when I touched. Sure enough, Irene's dainty toes stretched and her hands reached out to bring me closer to her immaculate and beautiful slit. Her inner lips just peaked out from within her mound and I could tell just by looking at it that her pussy was going to be a snug fit.

I wasted little time; we were both so fired up, me from my intense sex with my sister and Irene from watching and waiting. I looked up at her, waiting for permission to enter a new level of intimacy. Her eyes looked desperate and sensitive:

"Mmm hmm," she hummed to me.

I planted the tip of my tongue at the very bottom of her entrance and wiggled it just inside a quarter of an inch. I then dragged it up within her pussy and to her clit, painstakingly slow. She moaned for the entire ten seconds it must have taken me to reach her button and then let out an exasperated breath. I then worked around her clit, flicking it with my tongue while pressing my hands into every bit of flesh they could reach from my kneeled position between her legs.

Hanni had taken to kissing slowly and sensually at Irene's neck as she grazed her hands over Irene's breasts and midsection. By the time that Hanni had even opened her eyes I was working a finger and my tongue into Irene's pussy, it was getting wetter with each passing second. She was so tight, I couldn't even imagine that she'd had much sex despite how attractive I, and probably any man, found her; obviously Jinwoo hadn't won her over with his size.

When I detected that Irene was building toward an orgasm, I increased my efforts and Hanni, who had perceptively noticed before me had already begun sucking all over Irene's chest and nipples.

Irene reached a hand down and grabbed my hair in between her fingers, running them through my short haircut and caressing my scalp. Then, for some reason, she stopped me. I followed her leading hand back up to eye level again and with her pair of pretty, large eyes, she looked deep into mine.

"It's so good....hmmm," she breathed out what she'd been holding in as her orgasm first suggested itself, "If we keep going, I'm not sure I could stop."

There was sincerity in her voice, and though I thought she may have really put an end to our tryst, the lips that puckered ever so slightly and accepted my kiss so readily suggested otherwise.

Hanni was being mischievous again, and she quickly grabbed my cock in her hand as it hung stiff between Irene and I.

"Why would you want to?" she said seductively as she pressed my tip against Irene's mound and ran it slowly from bottom to top as I had with my tongue.

Irene resolve weakened visibly, the tenseness she'd been displaying since the first thought of being penetrated was melting away in front of me. As my head made contact with her puffy folds, she shivered and her hands shot out to my abs and her pussy. She ran her fingers over the place where my cock had touched, but didn't push me away.

"I shouldn't....Jinwoo," she whispered barely loud enough for us to hear. I leaned into her and kissed her again while Hanni's hand stroked my engorged shaft; it was still slick from her own pussy. I was in heaven - Irene's tongue, despite her protests, was playing with mine enthusiastically, and I could feel her body involuntarily gyrating and pressing her mound harder against me. Hanni was, herself, pushing me deeper and I could just barely feel my cockhead beginning to spread Irene's lips.

"I don't think I can take that....hmmm...... Jinwoo is nothing like it."

Hanni smiled, sensing in the beautiful brunette a weakening resistance. I thought, if only briefly, that I might be offending my sister with my desires for another woman, and my eyes sought hers. Irene hadn't yet given permission, but when Hanni's eyes found mine she knew immediately what they wanted to ask her.

Rather than answer, she took my face in her hand and leaned in between Irene and I. Her perfect tits rested deliciously on my arm as I was massaging Irene's wonderful midsection. She kissed me, quickly and deeply, and I immediately knew what her answer would be.

Hanni was even more impatient than I; she practically tugged on my cock and urged me to slide forward. I still wanted to respect Irene's wishes despite the fact I knew almost certainly she would crack, but Hanni caught me off guard. As we broke our kiss she urged me with a firm tug forward enough for my helmet to slip just beyond Irene's entrance.

Irene gasped. I quickly pulled back and removed myself from her the tight embrace of Irene's entrance. My head shined with the wetness of Irene's pussy and it looked ripe for another plunge deep into the beautiful brunette.

"Hanni....!" I scolded.

Hanni only lifted her eyebrows and motioned for me to look at Irene to see her reaction. I didn't know what to expect, but I was pleasantly surprised to find Irene's eyes closed and a look of undeniable satisfaction on her face. When she felt me pull back out after Hanni's bold actions, she interjected,

"Oh God... maybe just a little..." she cooed, "Hanni, do you mind if I ask your lover here for a little more."

Hanni grinned naughtily and leaned in to plant her answer tenderly on Irene's lips. I felt a bit left out for a moment, as if I were just being passed between the two beauties, but then I remembered that my cock was at the entrance to the young brunette and I couldn't possibly feel anything but content. I prodded Irene further, and she opened her eyes with Hanni breaking from her kiss. I began to slide in, inch after inch. Hanni watched intently, and she held my arm so she could still be a part of the action. I held her myself, grasping her little butt firmly in my hand so she could still tell how much I loved her. Even Hanni was growing impatient though, and seeing me draw out my plunge into Irene's pussy, she interjected,

"She just got through making love in the bedroom, I think you ought to give her what she really wants bro,"

I was still reeling from Hanni's newfound spunk, this naughty threesome in the shower of a crowded boat had her talking like a sex-fiend and I liked it. I could have turned back and fucked her again for how much she was turning me on. Instead, I looked back at Irene and saw that Hanni had been right:

"You're sister has a point Y/N, ughhhh," she said as I withdrew to start obliging her, she was almost giggling at Hanni's bluntness "think you can.... mmmmmnghh... make me come with that..... fuckkkk.... big cock?"

But I had already started to try, and with my gorgeous little playmate nuzzled into one side of my body and with my member now buried in the beautiful woman in front of me, there was no turning back. I started to plunge into Irene with little of the gentleness I often afforded my sister. I picked up the pace, and all three of us watched as my cock slipped inside her, causing Irene to gasp, and then slipped out covered in her lubricating fluids -- that part caused Hanni to gasp.

My little sister eventually propped herself up on the same seat as Irene to get a better spot for the action. Without her at my side to grasp onto and savor her perfect body, I opted for the luscious one of Irene instead. I grasped firmly and a bit more roughly than Irene had expected, not that she didn't like it. My fingers pressed into her hips, fuller and softer than Hanni's with Irene's slightly fuller build. I loved the change-up, however, and I was soon pounding into Irene without restraint. It felt glorious, her ass clapping against my thrusting hips and my shaft being squeezed by her slippery insides. Her tits weren't as large as Hanni's, and I looked over at Hanni to see that Irene was palming her breasts and fingering my sister in the most sensuous of ways. Indeed, Hanni's breasts were the best I'd ever seen and I couldn't wait to get my hands back on them, but Irene's... they were bouncing around at my rough pounding in a way that had me ready to spray inside her.

I wondered if Irene would have it however, and looking at both women I would have been equally happy to fill either one. But it was coming quickly, Irene's taut sheath was assuring that, and so was the unbelievably sexual girl-on-girl action unfolding before me. I might have been only and afterthought to Irene had I not been fucking her so hard.

"Ohhhh.......my...... Godddd...." She cried out, breaking a kiss with Hanni. I could see my sister smiling; she must have known what Irene was feeling.

"Irene, I'm getting close," I warned her, wondering what she would say.

At first she didn't respond, savoring my impaling cock further and leaning her head back adorably. But then she looked back at my sister, once again reminding me of the kind of attention a superstar like Hanni demanded and deserved. I slowed my pace a bit but kept ramming her with fervor, I hadn't fucked a girl like that, well....ever. Collecting herself, she asked Hanni:

"Do you want him to.... Ughhhh...." she seemed near orgasm as she spoke, "you know.... Mmmmnhhh... finish with you?"

But Hanni had never been a selfish girl, and she wanted Irene to have just as much fun as she did, plus she probably figured she had me as much as she wanted. "No way Irene, but just let me warn you, he's like a fire hose," Hanni said giggling. Irene's eyes widened, but she didn't stop me. Hanni backed away a bit but took my hand in hers, she just wanted to watch this part. I hadn't stopped fucking Irene the whole time, and she finally refocused her attention on me, not that I hadn't been caught up enough in my onslaught of her gorgeous body. I did catch Hanni's warning and it made me smile, I was looking forward to cumming in Irene if she'd have me. With Hanni's hand in mine I placed it back on Irene's hips and held on tight. Irene had been heading for orgasm long before me, so when I started to feel it, Irene was already howling. Hanni put a hand over her mouth with a worried hush; Irene understood and tried to keep quiet. "Ohhhh fuckkkk..... how can you stand it Hanni..... so fucking big!" she whispered as quietly as possible. Nobody awoke however, and as I thrust again and again into Irene's warm center I knew I'd be over the edge at any minute. Her slick channel gripped me, she began to climax, and hard. Her inner muscles were inordinately strong, more so than Hanni's, and whatever restraint I had left in me was broken when I tried to push passed them without cumming. I was cooked, and I blasted into Irene with reckless abandon. I kept thrusting, rope after rope of semen coating her insides and pumping deep into her womb. I wondered if she'd been trying to get pregnant with Jinwoo, and the risk that she might accidentally do so with me turned me on even more. It seemed to keep me spurting seed into her; it must have been ten times or more.

Maybe it was the fact that I'd just fucked my own little sister against the shower wall, or the fact that she was literally a Playboy Playmate, or maybe it was the fact that I was holding her hand as I came inside our host's beautiful albeit unsatisfied wife. Either way I was in heaven, and Hanni leaned into me once more as I began to slow and Irene rode out her orgasm. She reached down to Irene's clit to keep her going and she spasmed at Hanni's touch. I wished I knew how to stimulate the two women as well as they did, but I was content to watch the two beauties anyway.

Irene was still orgasming, mewing and gasping for air much like I'd seen Hanni do every time I'd been with her since the first time a few days ago. She was beautiful, and I felt nearly jealous that Jinwoo could be with her any time she let him, but then again... I had Hanni. I looked at my little sister and I smiled at her, looking deep into her eyes to make sure she knew how much I couldn't wait to be with her again. She knew though, and her cute grin and kiss she planted on my lips reassured me.

Irene started to come around, "Jesus," she breathed out. She bucked her hips involuntarily when I moved a bit. "I haven't been fucked like that since college," she sang. We all laughed a bit and it lightened the mood.

"So killer, do you think you can take that thing out of me or is it stuck?"

I decided to have a little fun with her and pressed in the inch or two I'd withdrawn; we both nearly fell over we were so sensitive. "I think it's stuck," I joked. I couldn't deny that it still felt incredible to be lodged inside of her.

"It better not be!" cried out my sister.

We all knew why she said that, and it made Irene smile. I finally slid out of her, and some of the mixture we'd created inside came out with me. "Well," Irene commented, "that might not have been my best decision ever." I kind of shrugged my shoulders as she stood up. She looked down between us at my semi-erect cock. It was touching her lightly at the waist and she wrapped a hand gently around it. "On second thought, it might have been."

Irene looked up to me and brought my lips to hers, she planted a sensuous kiss on my lips that tasted like berries; she really was a provocative beauty. The kiss we shared might have been good, but the one she next shared with my sister was better. Theirs lingered longer, and their hands briefly touched each other's bodies. When they broke it was Irene who spoke, "I'm going to leave you two alone," we watched in awe as she took a step away from us and turned back, "if you guys need another playmate this week, you know where to find me."

It was an odd choice of words, and both Hanni and I looked at each other with a bit of shock, she couldn't have known could she? She kept right on walking out the door, grabbing a towel and heading back for her bedroom. I wondered if her husband would notice that someone else had been inside his wife that night, and left something behind.

My attentions were broken by Hanni back at my side, she kissed me, and I kissed her back hard. Our hands roamed everywhere, both incredibly turned on by what had just happened, and inexpressibly glad to be back upon each other. We made out in the shower like that for God knows how long. It was a good thing Jinwoo had invested in some expensive water recirculating contraption because we took our time under the warm downpour kissing and touching like star-crossed lovers.

When our legs began to tire, we finally gave in, and I lovingly washed Hanni's body. I spent extra time on all of the features I love most, and I could hear her start to breathe more heavily when my hands washed over her tiny pussy. She did the same for me, not being too shy when she jerked her hand over my erect member to "clean" it. But she eventually finished the task, and after some more minutes of gentle kisses and an embrace that I could have kept going forever under the shower's streaming heat, we finally turned it off. I wrapped a towel around my sister, sorry to see the playmate's awesome body hidden for even a moment, and took one for myself.

I followed her down the hall and watched her cute butt sway, I think she was doing it on purpose but I could never tell. Before going back into our room I took a final glance at Irene's door, wondering what the rest of the week would be like with the beautiful brunette whom we'd both just made love to. Hanni tugged at my hand and I didn't really care, as long as my sister was there with me I would be in paradise.

We made love once before we fell asleep that night, and another time when Hanni awoke, feelingly naughty, on top of me. In the dim light I held and watched her move about with her own brother inside of her. The boat hitched gently back and forth as we had sex for what could have been hours; we were both insatiable. Neither of us knew what the future would bring but, lying there making love to the only person we'd ever wanted so badly, we finally drifted off into an unconcerned slumber.

#njz smut #newjeans smut #hanni smut #gg smut #kpop smut #male reader smut #newjeans #njz #hanni #smut #kpop #newjeans hanni #njz hanni #irene smut #red velvet smut #red velvet #red velvet irene #irene

778 notes · View notes

ipushhimback · 4 months ago

Text

we were drunk, it happens - pt. 2

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4

pairing: lando norris x verstappen!reader warnings: smut (marked with 3 red stars), oral (f receiving), p in v, no protection word count: 3k summary: Y/N attends a GP, saying if Lando wins he will be rewarded

Only a couple days later, Y/N got a message from Max.

The Monaco GP is next week. I know you are not really into F1, but I’d love for you to come, and I am sure Kelly and P would also be happy to have someone to spend their time with. What do you think? – Max

Y/N really hated Formula 1, but not because of the sport itself. She loved the fast cars, the races, how everyone wants to be the best. But her dad had ruined it all for her when they were kids.

She had always loved karting. Sometimes she was even allowed to drive Max’ kart, but when she told her dad that she also wanted to kart competitively, just like her brother, he had said she couldn’t. How could she even think of that as a girl. She would never have a chance in the sport.

Sometimes she thinks that her dad was right. She probably wouldn’t have come far as a woman, but she still would have loved to race.

Maybe it was for the better. Jos wasn’t known for being the best dad to Max. He had always pressured him. Punished him when he wasn’t good enough. And Y/N knew how it affected Max now. She didn’t know if she could have handled that as a kid.

So, from there on she had avoided Formula 1 as much as possible as it simply reminded her too much of her father.

But how could she say no to her brother. Moreover, it could be a great opportunity to spend some time with Lando. Even though they had agreed to no feelings. But honestly, Y/N didn’t know how long that would work. Or if it even could work. She had doubts.

I’m not sure. Is dad going to be there? - Y/N

No, I don’t think so. At least he didn’t say anything to me. But that doesn’t mean anything. - Max

Ok, then I guess I will come. Would you or Kelly pick me up? I don’t want to have to search for a parking lot. - Y/N

Of course. See you then. – Max

Somehow, Y/N was even looking forward to attending the Grand Prix. She didn’t know when the last time was that had happened. But now she just had to hope and pray that her dad wasn’t going to be there as well. Then she would for sure go home. She would just take a walk as it was only half an hour from her home.

She picked up her phone again and opened her chat with Lando. They exchanged their numbers before he left, so they could chat about when they could meet up again – but no feelings involved, of course.

Gonna be at the GP next week. You better win, Norris. - Y/N

She waited a bit, but Lando didn’t go online. He probably was at training, Y/N thought. But just as she wanted to out her phone on the coffee table in front of her, her phoned signaled an incoming message.

Really? How come I have never seen you at one before? But if I win, I wanna be rewarded… - Lando

Long story. But ofc you will. Why else would I tell you to win? – Y/N

K. Have to get back to training, bye. – Lando

Yeah, bye. - Y/N

Y/N couldn’t help but grin. Lando had interrupted her training. For her. To answer an unimportant message. She leaned back on the couch pillows, sighed and smiled to herself.

She sat back up. No feelings. He is probably an arrogant, rich person. She would just end up hurt if she fell for him.

She took a deep breath and got up from where she was sitting. The world champion’s sister made her way to the kitchen where she took a cup from the cupboard and made a huge coffee. The pill she took earlier did little for her headache, so she hoped that the caffeine was going to help.

Then she took her laptop and decided to watch some silly show to take her mind off Lando.

***

A week later, Y/N was ready to go to the GP. She was wearing a bright blue summer dress, her favorite. It had a lot of little white flowers printed on the fabric and it had a quite low neckline, which she hoped Lando would notice.

She actually thought about wearing something orange, in fact it had been one of her favorite colors to wear for quite a long time, but she couldn’t wear papaya-similar colors when she was there to support her brother – or when she was at least pretending to support her brother. Because even though she did not have feelings for Lando – no, really, none – she had been so horny the last couple of day, she just needed Lando to win this Grand Prix.

So now, Y/N sat in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water while scrolling through instagram and waiting for her brother and Kelly.

She watched her Labradoodle puppy trying to catch his own tail which made her laugh, so she got up to pet him.

Eventually she heard the doorbell ring. She quickly went to open the door, but instead of her brother or Kelly, it was P standing on the doorstep.

“P! Hey! What are you doing here? Are you going to drive me to the Grand Prix?”, Y/N was joking which made the five-year-old giggle.

“No, silly. I can’t drive. But Maxie said I could ring, and I have to tell you to hurry because we are late.”

“Ok, I just need to get my jacket from upstairs”, Y/N said.

“No!”, Penelope exclaimed. “You can’t. Maxie said we are late. Now come on.” P grabbed Y/N’s hand and pulled her outside and towards the Audi that was parked in front of her house.

The young woman new better than to argue with the little girl so she decided to just follow her. Who needed a jacket anyway. In the worst case she would just ask Max or Kelly for something warmer to wear.

An hour later Y/N was hanging around with Kelly and P around Max’ garage and she regretted that she didn’t come later. They have been standing around for what felt like hours and the race wasn’t even close to get started. The only thing that prevented her from going home again to sleep and coming back later, was P who was full of energy and Kelly who just couldn’t keep up with it anymore, being 9 months pregnant.

“Y/N, can we go to Lando? I wanna see him and tell him good luck. Can we go? Now?” P looked at Y/N with that cute little pout. “Please?”, she added after seeing the critical look on Y/N’s face.

“P… Lando is probably really busy, just like Max. Does it really have to be now?” If the Dutch woman was being honest with herself, she just really didn’t want to see Lando right now.

No. That was not correct. She wanted to see him. And that was the problem. She shouldn’t do that. No feelings. Just fun. That can’t be that hard, right?

Wrong. It can be hard. Not falling for a handsome guy with the curliest curls in the world, the cutest, widest smile existing on planed earth, the prettiest blue eyes that seemed to be green in different lightning and – stop.

“It really has to be now! If I don’t wish him luck, he won’t be good and he has to win!” P looked at her with these pleading look Y/N just can’t resist so there she was, walking with P to the McLaren garage.

“You know that Max would kill us if he saw us here?”, Y/N said jokingly. “By the way, don’t you want Max to win? Why Lando?”

“Maxie won too often. Now it is Lando’s turn. It is boring with Maxie. I like drama. And we don’t get drama when Maxie always wins. And Lando is great! He always plays with me and lets me do his hair. He has nice hair. It is curly.” P grinned happily while she explained to Y/N why Lando was so great.

A bit later they were standing in front of Lando’s garage and Y/N went to the first mechanic she spotted.

“Sorry, where is Lando? P wants to tell him good luck for the race. Is that possible?” Y/N just hoped that the mechanic would recognize P or her so she could go to Lando.

“I know her. Who are you? I am sure you understand that I can’t just let anyone to him.”

Y/N nodded. “I am Y/N Verstappen. You know, Max’ sister? Kelly didn’t come with us because, well she is pregnant and probably sleeping somewhere.”

The mechanic looked satisfied with the answer. “Ok. You just have to go straight there and then the third door on the left side. There should be his name on the door. Just knock. He will open if he isn’t preparing for the race at the moment.”

“Ok thank you. Have a nice day, bye!” Y/N looked at the five-year-old next to her who had a content look on her face.

Just a minute later they were standing in front of a wooden door, they could hear loud music from inside, so Y/N knocked again, even louder this time.

“God, how isn’t he deaf already”, she murmured more to herself than anyone else, but P commented it anyway.”

“Because he is Lando. He is not becoming deaf ever. He is great.” The older woman could barely hold the laugh that was threatening to spill over.

“Yes, he really is”, Y/N said with a laugh, shaking her head at P’s enthusiasm.

Finally, the door was opening, and Y/N was standing in front of this handsome guy Lando.

“P!”, he explained.

“Hi Lando! I want to wish you good luck. Y/N said you were busy, but I had to because you have to win, ok?”, the girl asked in just one breath while falling forward and demanding a hug from the driver.

Y/N could only laugh. Too adorable was the childhood crush Penelope obviously had on the older guy.

“That’s great! Thank you, P! So, you are going to cheer for me? Isn’t Max going to be sad?”, Lando asked.

“No, he will understand. You will win. I know because I wished you good luck.”

Lando just laughed, and Y/N couldn’t help but admire how cute he was with Penelope. And that laugh… she could listen to it for hours and- stop.

***

Lando did in fact win. And Y/N couldn’t be happier about it. During the Podium celebration – Lando came in first place, Max in second and Oscar in third – she just stood in front of it, being impatient.

But then finally, Lando came to her, already changed into a hoodie and simple jeans, his hair damp from the shower he probably had.

“So… what about my reward? Should we drive to your place again or mine?”, Lando asked with that damn smirk on his face.

“Mine. I need to feed my dog.” Lando shot you a surprised look.

“You have a dog? Why didn’t I see him already?” Y/N noticed how disappointed Lando looked.

“I just got him like a week ago. He is super cute, but right now he is at my neighbor’s, and I don’t want her to spend even more of her time taking care of my dog.”

Lando just hummed and led the younger woman to his car. She let out a whistle when she saw how nice it was.

“I assume you won’t let me drive that beauty?”, she asked the brunette.

“You want to?” Y/N nodded enthusiastically.

“Go for it”, Lando eventually said, throwing his key in her direction and she caught it easily.

She let out a high-pitched squeal when she sat in the driver’s seat and started the engine. Carefully, she pressed the accelerator, and the car shot forward.

“This is so crazy, oh my god… I will steal that beauty from you.”

It only was a short drive to Y/N’s home, so she had actually thought about driving differently so she could enjoy the feeling of the car even longer but honestly, she didn’t want to. She knew exactly what would happen when they arrived, and she didn’t want to wait any longer for it.

But it turned out she did not know what happened next. Lando kneeled down and cuddled with her dog who seemingly enjoyed that as he fell asleep right in Lando’s arms.

“Can you leave Milo alone? He’s not the reward I meant…”, Y/N said a bit disappointed because she knew her puppy was cute, but she didn’t imagine Lando just playing with her dog for the next hour.

***

Eventually Lando set down the sleepy puppy who immediately curled up on the couch and they went upstairs, not wanting Milo to watch them do whatever they were planning to do.

“So… now I will finally get my reward?”, Lando asked, this stupid smirk back on his face.

“Oh, shut up! You were the one who needed to cuddle with Milo”, Y/N said before stepping forward and pulling Lando to her by grabbing the strings of his hoodie.

She tilted her head up and just a moment later, Lando’s lips were on her’s. Y/N hummed and opened her lips slightly.

Lando moved towards her bed, not breaking the kiss, until Y/N flopped on the mattress. He pulled back just enough to have access to her dress so he could pull it over her head, leaving her in just her underwear. Y/N then tugged at Lando’s hoodie, and he ended up helping her by slipping it off, as well as his pants. Y/N stared at his chest.

She knew she had seen it all before, when they hooked up after the dinner, but the memory of the night wasn’t too present anymore, and honestly, Y/N didn’t know how she could ever look at Lando and not think how hot this guy looks.

Her thoughts were interrupted as Lando kisser her again, rougher this time. More demanding than anything else did he press his lips on her’s. Her back arched off the bed which Lando saw as his chance to get his hands behind her back to open her bra.

“So gorgeous”, he whispered on her lips and pulled back just for Y/N to feel his mouth closing around her nipples, making her gasp.

His lips trailed lower until he stopped above the waistband of her panties. His index fingers hooked into it, and he pulled them down until he could throw them to where he thought the rest of the clothes already is.

His went even lower until his lips hovered just above her. Y/N’s breath hitched as she looked down at Lando who was spreading her legs. He looked up at her, his eyes dark and his pupils dilated.

The first touch of his tongue felt… electric and it made her back arch. He teased her with fast licks and gentle pressure which made Y/N move into his direction.

“Patience. Trust me”, Lando said, and Y/N would throw a pillow at him if it hadn’t felt this good.

But it wasn’t long until Lando grew more and more impatient, and he didn’t want to continue teasing Y/N.

His tongue worked not only faster but also firmer and soon she was teetering right on the edge. Her hands came down to grab his hair, pushing him closer to her and she couldn’t stop the loud moan from slipping through her lips.

Lando hummed against her and the vibrations just pushed her even closer to the edge. His fingers joined his tongue as he curled them in her, pressing into that sweet spot.

When Lando realized that Y/N was about to come he worked even more precise, rougher. And just like that she tripped over the edge, and she felt the release wash over her. Lando didn’t stop thrusting his fingers in and out of her until she rode out her orgasm.

Y/N felt her legs tremble and she slowly opened her eyes again just to see Lando over her. His lips were glistening from her juices as he moved to press a kiss on her lips. She tasted herself on his lips, the taste blending with the champagne he drank earlier on the podium and just the taste of him.

She pulled back just enough to mumble, “Need you, Lando. Please.”

Lando didn’t say anything just moved to get rid of the boxers he still wore. Y/N couldn’t help but stare at him, her lips parting slightly.

“Like what you see?”, he teased her though it was apparent that he wanted it just as much as she did. His cock was hard and leaking and huge. Y/N really didn’t know why she hadn’t thought of that.

“How did that fit the last time?”, she blurted out and wanted to take it back immediately when Lando chuckled.

“Wanna find out?”, he said and even though he was just teasing, Y/N knew that if she just said no, Lando would stop immediately, no questions asked.

But she nodded, wanting to finally feel him in her. Lando positioned himself between her thighs, teasing her entrance with the tip of his cock.

Y/N breath hitched as he pushed into her with one hard thrust. Her hands flew to his shoulder, and she was sure that her nails would leave marks on his skin, as she adjusted to the stretch. Lando stilled just for a moment before pulling out nearly fully before slamming back into her.

Y/N moaned his name which just seemed to fuel the Brit, and he started thrusting into her even harder.

“God, you feel so god”, he moaned, his hands gripping her hips and Y/N was sure she would have bruises by tomorrow.

Only after a few thrusts Y/N was already close again, still sensitive from her previous orgasm.

“Lando, I-“, her voice broke but Lando hummed, knowing exactly what she wanted to say.

“I know. Come for me.”

Her orgasm hit her even harder this time, her body still high from before and Lando came just a moment later, with himself buried deep inside her.

For a moment, neither of them moved but then, Lando slowly pulled away, collapsing onto the bed just next to Y/N.

She stared at the ceiling, her chest still heaving as she was catching her breath.

“Happy with your reward?”, she asked Lando.

“Very. This was amazing.”

Y/N rolled to the side to face Lando, a grin tugging at her lips.

“I’ll take that as a compliment, Norris,” she said with a sly grin.

A/N: Should I write a pt. 3? I kinda want to but idk if anyone wants to read it

#f1 x reader #f1 fic #f1 x female reader #f1 fanfic #formula 1 x female reader #formula 1 #f1 #formula one #lando norris x reader #lando norris #lando x reader #lando norris x y/n #ln4 x reader #ln4 x y/n #lando norris x reader smut #lando norris smut #ln4 smut

805 notes · View notes