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smileysuh · 10 months ago

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comfort cuisine

🌙 starring. Johnny Suh x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. You’ve never felt a feral need like this before, but it’s not necessarily the primal type of drive. Instead, it’s a feeling of wanting to be close to this man- who you’ve been next to for so many years, but unable to touch. Except, he’s touching you now, and you want more.

tw/cw. unprotected sex, breast worship/massaging, big dick Johnny, fingering, pussy stretching prep, 'it's finger licking good,' praise, dirty talk, masturbation, multiple reader orgasms, cumming together, creampie, soft sex, longing, fluff, etc… I pet names: (hers) honey.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 10.8k

🍭 aus. aged up/widower dad!John, best friends to lovers, Chef!John, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. I'm so happy that people loved Line Chef Mark in my fic Real Talk, I received so many messages about giving Head Chef John his own love story, and this is what I came up with in the past four months :) it's a little different from what I normally do, but I wanted to continue with that 'slice of life' theme and venture into a plot line I've never tried before with widower/single dad John :)

Prologue

“I’m so sorry about this,” Johnny’s voice distracts you from the breakfast you’re making, and you turn around from the bacon to look at your friend. “I really wish I didn’t have to keep calling you and asking for favours like this-”

“Johnny,” you shut his rambling up with a pointed expression, “stop, it’s okay.”

“It’s not-”

“John,” you repeat, “seriously, we’re good. Given… the circumstances, I honestly don’t mind.”

The circumstances… neither of you can bring yourselves to say it. You know that if you say it… if you say ‘I don’t mind helping out since the death of your wife’ Johnny will just about break down, and he doesn’t have time to do that, not when he’s got to be at work for seven am, prepping the kitchen and getting ready for the day.

Even by calling this situation a ‘circumstance,’ you can see a half glazed expression overtake Johnny’s face. He’s frozen for a moment, and you take the time to study him.

You think it’s safe to say neither of you expected any of this to happen.

You’d met him in culinary school- he’d been a young guy, a new dad who’d had a daughter at nineteen, with dreams of opening his own sandwich food truck, ‘like Subway, but gourmet,’ he’d always explained.

Now, he’s a twenty four year old wreck, doing his best to climb the ladder in the food service industry, mourning the loss of his late wife, struggling to take care of his daughter, his dreams of a food truck long since forgotten in favour of chasing a head chef status to earn him enough of a salary to pay for everything in a one income household-

“Seriously,” your words snap the single dad back from his zone out, “we’re good. I’m making breakfast for Soonbok, I’ve got her lunch packed, I’ll take her to kindergarten, pick her up after- you just have to remember I have a night shift, gotta be at my own restaurant by five at the latest.”

“Five, yeah,” Johnny nods, swallowing thickly and toying with his daughters small pink backpack. “One day, I’ll be higher up on the food chain, and I’ll have better hours- I promise this isn’t a forever thing.”

“It’s an ‘as long as it needs to happen’ thing, okay? Don’t sweat it,” you assure him. “Here,” you take some of the crispy bacon out of the pan, putting it onto a scrambled egg bagel you’d prepared, “you need breakfast too.”

Johnny just about melts looking at the food. “You’re so good to me.”

You offer him a smile. “That’s what friends are for.”

One

Johnny swears his age is catching up to him. It’s not even four oclock and he’s feeling tired, letting out a groan as he says goodbye to the nightshift guys and heads to change out of his head chef attire in the staff bathroom. He’d turned thirty this year, and as he looks at his face in the mirror, he thinks he’s starting to see it.

On his way out of the back door, Johnny bumps into one of his line cooks. Mark Lee is pressed to the wall where people usually lean to smoke, his girlfriend closing him in with her hands on either side of his head. Back when she was expo, everyone used to call her Sunshine, but in her dealings with Mark Lee, Johnny’s come to realize that he’s the angel, not her.

“Aren’t you two on the clock?” Johnny jokes as he walks past.

Sunshine pulls away from Mark, offering the head chef a grin. “We’re on a vape break.”

“Sure you are,” Johnny laughs, shaking his head. “See you two back in there, better only be five more minutes.”

“Aren’t you done for the day?” Mark asks, confusion written on his face, along with lipstick marks that he’s hurrying to wipe off.

“Grabbing happy hour with a friend, but be careful Mark Lee, I’m always watching. Just because I’m sitting at the bar doesn’t mean I’m not judging you.”

Johnny can hear Mark mutter something under his breath, and Sunshine is quick to try to calm him down, but as Johnny turns the corner to head to the front entrance of the restaurant, he hears the back door open and close, signaling the end of the little ‘vape break.’

When Johnny joins you at the bar, you’re chatting with Jeno, and the sight makes an unexplainable emotion tingle up his spine. Out of all the front of house staff here, Jeno might just be the biggest manwhore, and he’s had a thing for cougars for a while, although there’s only a handful of years difference between the two of you-

“What are you guys talking about?” John asks, taking a seat on the dark green leather hightop stools surrounding the bar.

“Which virgin drinks are the best,” you respond casually. “I was going to get an iced tea, but Jeno convinced me to try one of your new virgin lemon ginger fizzes.”

“That’s called upselling, honey, you should know that, seeing as you’re in the industry,” Johnny grins.

“Yeah, well, you’re the one who invited me here, so I figured you’d be paying.” You take a sip of your straw, looking at Johnny with a smirk, a playful glint in your eyes.

“Are we getting food?” Johnny asks. “I might as well take care of that for you too.”

“I’ve got time,” you respond casually. “Don’t work for an hour, lets get our ‘nosh’ on.”

Johnny can only laugh at your antics, turning to Jeno, who’s watching with an amused grin. Everyone here knows you and Johnny are close, you come here often enough to see him, the two of you catching each other for a half an hour here or there between his day shifts and your night commitments.

Johnny orders three appetizers off the happy hour menu, two things he knows you like, and one that’s more up his alley. “Make sure Yuta isn’t back there slacking off,” Johnny warns Jeno, knowing that two of the items will be coming from the ‘bottom end’ of the expo line, which is where Yuta runs the show after Johnny’s off.

“I’m sure he’ll pull out all the stops for our MVP,” Jeno grins, typing the order into an ipad. “Do you want a beer? We’ve got new rotators.”

“Don’t bother trying to upsell me,” Johnny scoffs. “House Lager, and don’t fuck around with the foam.”

“You run a tight ship here, captain,” you tease, bumping Johnny’s elbow.

“Speaking of-”

“Don’t try to recruit me to work here again,” you’re quick to warn.

“Damn it,” Johnny shakes his head, pretending to be quite upset about your rejection. He does feel it- he does think you’d be a great member of the team, and he’d love to offer you a dual head chef position, but it’s not in his power to do so, and that fact haunts him every day. Working for a company limits what he’s able to do, and sometimes, even at age thirty, Johnny still thinks about his dream to open a food truck, with you by his side. “No, in all seriousness, I wanted to talk to you about Soonie’s birthday.”

“Right, she’s turning eleven soon, that’s quite the milestone,” you grin, playing with your straw.

“I asked Doyoung if I could open early for her birthday, it’s a Sunday, I was thinking some of her friends and their parents could come in for a brunch an hour before we’re open for the public.”

“That’s a great idea!”

“Here’s the catch, Soonie was raised on your breakfast food. As much as I try to make things for her, and I hate to admit this, by the way, she always says your cooking is better. So I was thinking… maybe you’d want to come in that day and help me out with all of this. With your skills, I wouldn’t need Hyuck and Mark, it could be just us, and I’m sure we could make a birthday breakfast Soonbok would never forget. It would be like old times, like back when we were in culinary school.”

He loves the way you’re smiling at him, giving him space to rant.

When he’s done, you cock your head to the side, only wasting one beat before you say, “I’ll do it.”

“Really? I don’t have to bribe you with money or anything?”

“Jeeze, have I ever asked you for money, John?” You smack at his arm, clearly slightly offended. “I’m doing this for Soonie… and maybe a little for you too.”

“Don’t go soft on me, killer,” Johnny teases. “Everyone around here’s too soft these days.”

“Says the softest dad I know,” you roll your eyes.

“Shh,” he warns, “don’t say that loud enough for Jeno to hear.”

“As if everyone doesn’t already know.”

The two of you continue to chat and joke, a short while later, the head manager, Doyoung, shows up carrying food. It’s funny for Johnny to see Doyoung balancing two items on one arm, the third in the palm of his hand, but he supposes Doyoung started somewhere too, the same way John had.

“VIP happy hour appetizers,” Doyoung sighs, setting the food down.

“As opposed to regular happy hour appetizers?” you grin, immediately reaching for a fry.

“These are special,” Doyoung insists, “pretty sure Yuta spit in them.”

Doyoung is a pretty regal man, he’s not one to joke around- but for some reason, when Doyoung is in your vicinity, he loosens up a little. Everyone loosens up around you, you radiate a safe space kind of energy, the kind of energy that makes Johnny’s tense shoulders relax, his smile softening.

“Then I’ll be sure to eat all of this,” you respond. “Tell Yuta more spit.”

Doyoung shakes his head at you. “I’m sure Johnny’s tried to poach you already, but if you ever want a job, you can have his.”

“Hey!” Johnny laughs.

“I’ll consider it,” you grin.

“And I expect a plate of food for this brunch thing,” Doyoung continues. “I’ve heard nothing beats your breakfasts, even though you work nights.”

“Someone has been talking about me again,” you muse, eyes shifting to John.

“What can I say?” He holds his hands up in defense. “I speak only the truth.”

“Your reputation precedes you,” Doyoung insists. “Anyways, have fun you two, I’ve got food to run, our new expo girl isn’t filling Sunshine’s shoes too well.”

There’s a glint in Doyoung’s eye before he scurries away, and Johnny turns to watch the new expo girl practically short circuiting with take out orders on the line.

“Poor girl,” you sigh. “It takes a certain kind of person to work in a restaurant.”

And an even more specific type to do what the two of you do as chefs.

Two

You’ve been on a few first dates this year, and this one is definitely a bottom three. You’ve had one drink, and you already feel like finding a way to slip out early.

Initially, you’d been intrigued by dating a man in finance, but it’s clear now that you’re in two completely different worlds- and to make matters worse, he mostly talks about himself. He’s oozing this obnoxious confidence that makes you grimace every time you sip your drink, and not from the alcohol.

Your date is in the bathroom when Johnny calls.

“Hello?”

“Hey, you!” His voice warms your heart. “So Soonie is at a sleep over tonight, and I was thinking about making a Soonbok style menu for her birthday, all Soonie style names for food and such, planning a menu just for her- are you up to anything? Can I go through it with you?”

“Actually…” your gaze shifts to the bathrooms, “I’m on a date.”

“Oh.”

“It’s going so bad, and planning Soonie’s birthday would be such a better use of my evening. Listen, can you come pick me up? I’ll text you the address, you can come and call me when you’re outside, pretend it’s a family emergency or something-”

“You got it, I’ll be there right away.”

Fifteen minutes later, you’re hopping into Johnny’s car, letting out a deep sigh of relief.

“That bad, huh?” he asks.

“I don’t even want to talk about it right now,” you groan.

“Here, distract yourself,” Johnny hands you a piece of paper, and you realize it’s a mock up menu for Soonbok’s birthday. “This is just a prototype, I was messing around with styles on some fucking site called Canva-”

“I didn’t know you were good at this sort of thing,” you gasp, taking in the intricate fonts and colouring.

“The site did all the work, trust me,” Johnny scoffs, pulling out into traffic. “Read it over and let me know what you think.”

You begin to scan the menu. There’s Soonie Side Up Eggs, and Boken Avocado Bennies, Soonbok Style Slapjacks and Suh Family Breakfast Sammies.

“I’m shocked you came up with this many names related to Soonie and Suh,” you say.

“I spent my entire shift thinking about them in the back of my mind while I worked,” Johnny admits. “They’re not cheesy or anything, right?”

“They’re definitely cheesy,” you confirm, “but Soonie is going to love them. You’ve always been cheesy, John, and she adores you for it.”

You notice Johnny’s skin turning a little red, and it’s not just from the reflection of the traffic light illuminating the inside of his car while you wait for it to go green.

You continue to study the menu, thinking hard the entire way back to Johnny’s house.

He’s got a modest three bedroom townhouse, with his and Soonbok’s rooms on the top floor, and the guest bedroom on the main floor with the kitchen and living room. The kitchen is, without a doubt, the heart of the home, and the two of you make your way there as soon as you’re past the threshold.

“I have some thoughts,” you admit, setting the menu down and pointing at one of the items. “Soonbok toast,” you announce, a twist on french toast, “it says here that it comes with a berry compote. I can tell that this is one of the dishes more geared toward others, because if this was really for Soonie, you’d know that your daughter doesn't even touch berry or apple crisps. She picks at the oat brown sugar on top, but doesn’t like cooked berries or fruits.”

“Yeah…” Johnny leans next to you, scratching the back of his neck. “That was the only one I wasn’t sure on, but for brunch, you have to have a french toast option, right?”

“We can still do french toast, but I think every menu item should be something she’d actually love, don’t you agree?”

“A hundred percent.”

“What if, instead of berry compote, we do an brown sugar glaze type sauce?”

“That could be doable,” Johnny admits. “Should we try to make one now?”

“Can we do it in the morning?” you ask. “Honestly, I had one drink at the bar, I’m tired after a long shift, and I’m ready to have a few more drinks then pass out.”

“Drinks are a good idea,” Johnny grins, already heading to the fridge. “It will give me more time to think about how to make the brown sugar glaze, and I’ll get on top of that in the morning.”

“Exactly. Chef hours are over, we can just relax,” you insist, heading to collapse on his couch.

“Chef hours are never over,” Johnny reminds you, cracking open a beer and approaching so he can hand it to you.

“It’s one of the reasons dating is so hard in our profession,” you sigh, taking a swig of your drink.

“The hours make it tough,” Johnny nods.

“So does the mentality,” you remind him. “We just… we think a little differently than others. We’re all a little too committed to our work.”

“That’s not always a bad thing, you’ve just gotta find someone you’re compatible with, someone who will appreciate that about you.”

“Says one single chef to the other,” you laugh.

Johnny clinks his bottle against your own before taking a large gulp. “Touche.”

Three

Johnny is doing his best to work quietly, aware that the guest bedroom is just a short distance from the kitchen as he whips up eggs for the french toast batter.

He manages to get all the way through to the cooking before you sleepily putter into the kitchen, adorned in one of his spare shirts for when you sleep over unexpectedly. You look adorable, but Johnny can’t bring himself to focus on you as he perfects the brown sugar glaze, careful not to burn it.

“Almost done,” he calls over his shoulder, “take a seat then try this with me?”

“It smells good,” you tell him, pulling out a chair at the island kitchen counter.

“Thanks, honey, I was up last night thinking about it- had to wake up early to try it out.” He lifts the french toast onto a plate, dipping a spoon into the glaze to coat the breakfast. “I hope I didn’t wake you up?”

“The smell did,” you muse, grinning as he brings the french toast toward you, setting it down and opening a drawer to retrieve two sets of utensils.

The two of you cut into the toast, and you lift your fork. “Cheers,” you grin, and Johnny touches his food to your own before you both go in for a bite.

The french toast is cooked to perfection, and although the brown sugar glaze is a little sweet for his liking, Johnny knows Soonie’s sweettooth will appreciate this adjustment to the recipe.

But when Johnny lifts his gaze to you, he sees apprehension in your eyes. “Did you like it?” he enquires.

“It’s really good, don’t get me wrong,” you assure him quickly, “I just think… maybe it’s missing one or two things.”

“Like what?”

“Mmm…” you cock your head to the side, “we both know Soonbok is a fan of nuts, peanut butter is her usual go to but she likes others too- what if we finely chop some pecan or walnut and add that in somehow?”

“That could work,” Johnny nods.

“Do you mind if I take a crack at it?” you ask.

Johnny laughs. There are very few people he’ll allow to use his kitchen, and luckily you’re the one at the top. You’ve been cooking here for so many years that he doesn’t have to guide you to anything, you stand up and immediately go in search of details to make your french toast masterpiece come to life, and Johnny happily takes a back seat while he finishes his own creation.

You go for a bag of pecans, dumping a small amount onto a cutting board before you begin to finally chop, leaving an array of different sizes of chunks. Soonie has always been a texture specific child, and Johnny loves how you incorporate all the little quirks of his daughter into your cooking like this.

In a pan with some butter, you begin to toast the nuts, getting prepped on your bread by using the already made batter he’d created earlier. As you put the toast into the pan and check the nuts, you cock your head to the side again, an endearing trait you do when you’re thinking.

“What about oats?” you suggest.

“Do whatever you think is best,” Johnny encourages you, heading to the fridge to grab some orange juice and a nearly empty bottle of prosecco he’d opened for a recipe two nights ago.

Johnny watches you add oats to the browning pecans while he makes mimosas, and in no time at all, you’re plating the french toast, with a spoonful of the newly toasted additions, and a few spoonfuls of brown sugar glaze.

“There,” you announce, bringing the food to the table. “I added a bit of cinnamon and brown sugar to the buttered nuts and oats while you were making drinks.”

“Cheers,” Johnny grins, lifting a forkful of your creation to gently touch it to your own.

As soon as he bites into it, Johnny knows that this is a winner. The crunch of the nuts, and the oats- the added fats of the butter- the slight taste of cinnamon on the toppings-

“Wow,” he breathes, leaning back in his chair. “Soonie really wasn’t joking when she said you’re the best breakfast chef in town.”

“Stop it,” you laugh. “You made the glaze! We did this together!”

Johnny goes for a second bite. “This is the stuff that will stick to your ribs,” he muses, not caring that the calorie content was just inflated by the addition of butter and nuts, “Good ol’ comfort food.”

“No, John, you’re a head chef now, this is comfort cuisine,” you correct him with a grin.

Johnny swears your eyes are sparkling as you smile at him, and it makes his heart skip a beat in his chest. It’s times like these that he realizes just how smitten he is with you. You’ve been there for him, through thick and thin. There’s no way he’d be where he is now without you, and he’s not even sure if you know the full extent of it.

But at the same time, because you’re his rock, Johnny doesn’t want to overstep. He can’t lose you, not now, not ever. Soonie lost her mom to a car crash when she was three, and there’s no way in hell Johnny’s going to do something that could potentially make her lose you too.

Four

“Hey, you,” you grin, finishing pouring your glass of wine while you put your favourite chef on speaker.

“Hey, yourself,” Johnny responds, and you can practically hear the smile in his own voice. “Listen, uh, I need to ask you for a favour.”

“Shoot.”

“Two of my line chefs called in today before dinner- pretty sure they’re both hungover or something. Anyways, I’m staying, and it’s a busier night than projected- Soonie is done Girl Guides at seven, and I know it’s your night off, so if you’re busy I can find someone else, but-”

“I’ve got you,” you interrupt him. “Girls night with my favourite girl is a better plan than I had.”

“Really? You sure?”

“A hundred percent.”

“I’d say I owe you one, but at this point, I probably owe you more like a thousand.”

“And don’t you forget it,” you laugh, pouring your wine back into the bottle. “Take care of work, and I’ll take care of our girl.”

A couple hours later, you’re in Johnny’s familiar kitchen, making spiced popcorn and virgin cocktails. Soonie wants to be a chef, just like her dad, and she’s getting better every day. You love giving her soft instructions and lending a helping hand on bigger jugs of juice that her tiny fingers can’t quite hold.

Soonbok has a love for all things disney and music, and although this is probably the third time you’re watching it with her, the two of you settle in for the live action Ariel.

While Johnny is primarily a chef, back when you were in culinary school, he used to sing to himself when he was working. He was always quiet, but loud enough for you to listen to his beautiful voice. Like her father, Soonbok has a way with music, and you adore watching the eleven year old belt out Ariel songs.

She’s tuckered out from Girl Guides however, and about halfway into the movie she cuddles up next to you, her eyelids beginning to droop.

When Johnny comes home as the film is ending, Soonie is fast asleep, and you quickly motion at him to be quiet as he steps through the door.

Johnny is careful as he sets his keys and bag down, kicking off his shoes and putting away his jacket. He tiptoes toward the two of you. “How long has she been out?” he whispers.

“Half an hour or so,” you respond in a hushed tone. “How was work?”

He lets out a sigh. “Could have been better, but I’m home now. Should I get this little one to bed?”

You nod, watching the way Johnny bends down to gently lift his daughter off the couch. She stirs in his arms. “Daddy?”

“Hi, Soonie,” he beams down at her. “Did you have a good girls night?”

“Can y/n stay longer?”

Johnny’s eyes shift to you, and a smile forms on your lips. “I guess I can’t say no to Soonie, can I?”

“Here’s the deal, Soonie, y/n can stay longer, but I’ve gotta put you to bed. You had a long day, didn’t you, sweet girl?”

“Uh huh.” Soonie yawns, cuddling closer to Johnny’s chest, and the sight makes you melt.

Johnny carries her out of the living room and up to the second level. He takes some time tucking her in, and then he comes back down to join you, holding two beers in his hands.

“So two line chefs called in, huh?” you prompt, tucking your legs up and making room for the large man on the sofa.

“I expected it from Haechan, but Mark’s generally pretty reliable. His girlfriend was on shift today, so I know he wasn’t skipping to be with her- I’m guessing they got pretty messed up last night.”

“They’re young,” you point out, accepting a beer from him. “We used to be young.”

“Used to be,” Johnny laughs, taking a swig of his drink.

Looking at this man- this father, you realize maybe he never really got the chance to be young. At twenty five, he had a six year old, he wasn't running around blacking out and getting hung over, he was working his way up the employment ladder, dreaming about a better future for his daughter.

“You mentioned Mark has a girlfriend, I think I’ve heard about her a few times now, it’s interesting that she was in and he wasn’t.”

“I’m going to be honest, I love Mark, he’s a great kid- but, he can sometimes be peer pressured into things. Haechan has a hold on Mark unlike any I’ve seen, they bring out… interesting sides of each other.”

You laugh at the description, and it’s clear there’s more on Johnny’s mind, so you wait for him to continue.

“It’s nice that Mark is young and in love, I can understand that- but at the same time, I just hope he doesn’t make the same mistakes I did. Not that Soonbok is a mistake, of course- I just mean that… life is fragile. You think you’re going to be with someone forever, and then you’re reminded of how frail things can be.”

You frown at his words. Even after all of these years, Johnny still holds so much pain about his lost wife. You want to do your best to help Johnny in every aspect of his life, especially emotional, but this is a topic you never know how to approach. He’s right for grieving, his ex was his first love, his true love- how is there anything you could ever say to make him feel better about her passing?

You open your mouth, only to close it, and Johnny watches you intently. Sometimes he looks at you, the way he’s looking at you right now, and you wonder if he feels the same level of connection with you that you feel with him. You wonder if he wants you to kiss him, if a kiss would make him feel better, if it would - if even for a moment - help him forget about the pains he’s faced in his life.

But it’s because of the pains he’s faced that neither of you can close the distance, you’d like to think about it that way at least. Even after all these years, it’s still too early, so you simply reach out and gently squeeze his hand.

Johnny offers you a smile, and you’re glad that in some small way, maybe you’ve helped him.

Five

It’s a pretty slow day after the lunch rush, so Johnny is sitting in the back office with Doyoung while they pick at their food. They often eat together once things settle down, and today is no different.

What is different, however, is the topic of conversation Doyoung brings up. “How’s y/n doing?” he asks, taking a bite of his salad.

“She’s good. She helped me lock in a french toast recipe for Soonie’s birthday, so that was pretty helpful.”

“That’s nice,” Doyoung nods, “but I’m more interested in what’s going on between the two of you.”

“What do you mean?” Johnny asks, looking up from his schezwan beef noodle bowl.

“I mean, you two have been friends for a long time. There’s a lot of history there.”

Johnny’s shocked that Doyoung is bringing this up. Out of all of the chef’s coworkers, he had not pegged Doyoung as being the man to bring up relationship gossip, and the whole thing takes him off guard for a moment.

“We’re good friends,” Johnny says finally.

“I know that,” Doyoung rolls his eyes. “What’s holding you back from being more? It’s clear how much you two care about each other.”

Johnny looks down at his food, using his chopsticks to play around with a red pepper. “We do care about each other,” he confirms. “She was there for me with Soonie when no one else was, and I’ll always be grateful for that.”

“So why don’t you tell her how you really feel about her?” Doyoung presses. “It’s obvious in the way you look at each other- a smart woman like y/n, I’m shocked she hasn’t figured it out for herself by now.”

“I think, because of our history, there’s this… invisible line,” Johnny tries to explain. “Things are good the way they are now, if I try to mess with that… I could lose everything. And I wouldn’t just be losing it for myself, I’d be losing it for Soonie too.”

Doyoung lets out a breath, turning to face Johnny. “I get that it’s hard, but, you’ve got two paths ahead of you. If you give it a try, it could either end well, or badly. But if you keep yourself in this weird middle friend zone place, it’s like you’ve created a house at the crossroads, and that will never lead you anywhere.”

“When did you become so wise about love?” Johnny scoffs.

“Sumi has helped me with it,” Doyoung admits. “I met her here, we started off as friends. I’m her manager, so I had my own reasons for never taking the leap. I had my own house at the crossroads.”

“What made you finally give it a try?”

“She was there for me when my dad died,” Doyoung frowns. “Anyone can be there for you when things go badly, but when a woman truly gives her all to making things easier on you- it’s not something that should be ignored. After everything you and y/n have been through, you both deserve to give it a try.”

“How are you so sure she’d want to give it a try?”

“Because she looks at you the way you look at her.”

Six

Cooking with Johnny might just be the easiest thing in the world. You’d thought that, due to it being Soonie’s birthday, maybe tensions would be high, but as the two of you collaborate in the kitchen, bumping hips and easily communicating, things feel as they always have: easy.

Within fifteen minutes, the two of you have seamlessly cooked thirteen breakfasts for yourselves, Soonie, her four friends, and six adults… well, seven, if you include the Boken Avocado Bennies you’d whipped up for Doyoung.

While there are a number of staff puttering around doing pre-opening tasks, it’s Doyoung who takes the time to help you and Johnny bring all the food to the table. You love watching the stoic manager announce the Soonie-inspired brunch food names, and it’s clear that Soonbok is also enamoured by the shift in Doyoung’s countenance.

Before everyone begins to eat, you take a group picture on Johnny’s phone, loving the massive smile on Soonie’s face.

As you’re about to sit down, Johnny asks one of the other moms to take a picture of just you, him and Soonie. With the two of you on either side of the birthday girl, you can’t help but think that this feels like a family picture.

In a way, Johnny and Soonie are your family- but in the same breath, you’re cognisant of the fact that - had circumstances been different - it would be Soonbok’s mom in this picture right now, and not you. These are shoes that can simply never be filled, no matter how much you wish you could.

The thought isn’t one you like to hold on to, and it’s a thought that’s popped into your head innumerable times throughout the years. Taking your seat next to the birthday girl, you watch her try the french toast, her eyes lighting up.

On top of her own food, Soonie picks at yours and Johnny’s. Both of you are more than happy to share so she can taste more than just one of the special items Johnny had concocted for her.

Brunch is full of laughter and girlish giggles that light up the deserted restaurant. It’s clear how important Johnny has made Soonie feel today, and that brings you more joy than you could ever express out loud.

As things wind down, you and Johnny begin clearing plates to the dishpit. The two of you are shoulder to shoulder, and you’re overwhelmed by an odd sense of longing that you can’t quite describe.

Johnny turns to you, mouth opening as if he’s about to say something- but as servers pass behind you, it’s clear that there’s no room for him to say whatever it is that he wanted to say to you.

You clear your throat, watching a line chef pop up next to Johnny to stack the dishes for dishwasher prep. “You should go back to Soonie,” you tell him, “I’ll finish up with the cleanup.”

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“Of course, it’s Soonie’s day, go be with her.” You offer him a smile, and Johnny reacts by reaching out to squeeze your hand.

Without another word, he leaves you to your thoughts, and the feeling of need that’s growing steadier and steadier in your chest.

Seven

Johnny doesn’t know quite what to do with himself. Soonie’s birthday was yesterday, and today's day shift had been quite slow. He’s feeling restless with Soonie over at a friend’s place tonight, and he tries to drown himself in liquor- whether it be to chase away the loneliness or to gain courage, he’s not sure, but by nine oclock, Johnny finds himself dialing up your number.

“Hey, you,” you answer.

“Hey, yourself,” he grins. “Watcha up to?”

There’s a pause, and Johnny can hear people in the background. “I’m out actually.”

“Oh?” Johnny’s spirits dampen. “Out on another hot date?”

“Not so hot actually.”

Johnny bites at his lip. “I’ll let you go anyways.”

“It’s alright, I stepped out when you called. Do you need something?”

“I guess…” Johnny takes a breath. “I got into the liquor-”

“Say no more, I’ll be right over.”

Eight

“So…” Johnny grins as the two of you head into his kitchen, “how did the date go?”

You scoff, watching him pour a glass of wine. “How do you think it went? I’m here with you, aren’t I?”

“I mean… I am pretty hard to compete with,” Johnny flashes you a sexy grin… and proceeds to knock over the glass of wine. “Shit- fuck!”

“Listen, you go take a seat, and I’ll clean this up,” you laugh, watching him lumber toward the sofa. You make quick work of the mess, and when you’re done, you approach him in the living room.

“Come sit,” he prompts, patting the spot right next to him.

“Someone’s feeling awfully cuddly today,” you giggle when he grabs your hand to pull you down where he wants you, leaving no space between the two of you.

“What can I say? I’m a cuddly drunk.”

“I can see that,” you note, assessing him.

His gaze dips to your lips, and your skin tingles.

“Thank you for yesterday,” he says quietly.

“I told you, I was happy to help for Soonie’s special day.”

“It’s not just that,” he insists, “you’re always happy to help. I seriously-” he swallows thickly, “I seriously couldn’t have done anything I’ve done without you.”

“Don’t be so self deprecating,” you warn him, gently pushing his shoulder. “You’d have gotten anywhere you wanted, with or without me.”

“I still don’t have a food truck,” Johnny pouts.

You’d thought maybe he’d given up on that dream- although you’ve held onto hope for Johnny, more than he knows. “Now that you mention it, actually,” you say, pulling out your phone, “I’ve been looking at food trucks for sale online for a minute, and-”

Johnny’s gaze softens. “You’ve been researching for me?”

“Just a little,” you brush it off, trying to find the listing that you’d saved three days ago. “I found this decent looking one at a good price-”

“I think I love you.”

“Huh?” you freeze.

“I didn’t mean it,” Johnny says immediately, and your heart sinks. “I don’t think I love you, I know I do.”

“John, please, that’s the liquor talking.”

“Drunk words are sober thoughts,” he insists. “Look, you’ve always been there for me. We work together- and not just because we’re both chefs. Something about this,” Johnny gestures between the two of you, “it just works, and I know I’m not the only one who sees it.”

“Yeah?” You decide to play a little coy, seeing as this confession is coming from a drunk man. “And who else sees it?”

“Doyoung, for one.”

“Doyoung?” You let out a laugh. “Have you been gossiping about me with him?”

“I swear I didn’t bring it up,” Johnny defends himself. “Doyoung said I look at you with love, and that… that you look at me the same way.”

“Well… maybe Doyoung needs to get his eyes checked?”

“Don’t play with me,” Johnny begs, pulling you closer. “There’s always been a line between us, one we’ve both been too scared to cross… but, I think-”

“Now you’re crossing it,” you finish for him. “What made you want to do that?”

“Soonie’s birthday,” Johnny admits. “Our little family picture.”

“Our family picture,” you repeat, melting inside at the fact that he’d viewed the photo in the same light you had.

“Yeah.” Johnny nods. “Our family. Mine, and yours.”

His hand finds your thigh, and you can’t help but reach out to cup his cheek, stroking your thumb across his angular bones. “I’m not sure what to say,” you admit.

“We don’t have to say anything,” Johnny assures you. “Just kiss me, and we can forget about the world for a minute.”

Your heart is racing in your chest as you hesitantly close the distance between your lips. It’s a gentle first kiss, but it soon grows hungry, and you’re not sure if that’s due to his appetite or your own.

His tongue swipes across your lip, and you open your mouth for him, letting out a soft sigh as you get lost in the feeling of the man who’s been your best friend for years.

His hand on your thigh squeezes, and before you know it, he’s pulling you onto his lap. Your knees dig into the sofa on either side of him, and you’re hesitant to fully sit down- a kiss is a kiss, but grinding on Johnny is something else entirely.

“Johnny,” you whisper, throwing your head back to look at the ceiling, wondering how you got into this situation.

“Yes, honey?” He presses kisses along your throat that have tingles shooting up your spine.

“You’re drunk,” you say finally.

“If I’d known you liked me too, I would have done this ages ago.”

“It’s not about that,” you laugh. “It’s about the fact that you’re drunk, and I want you sober when we do this.”

“Do what?” he teases, squeezing your hips, his tongue grazing over your jugular.

“You know what,” you retort with a huff. “Look, you’re right about the line neither of us wanted to cross.”

Johnny pulls away from your throat, looking up at you. “Huh?”

“The line. The unspoken line. All these years, something has been there, between us- but, we both respect your wife, we respect Soonie- I think… I think the time is right for this now, well, not right now, but, once you’re sober again.”

“You’re right,” Johnny concedes.

“How about we watch a movie, then we can go to sleep.”

“You’ll stay over?” There’s a boyish excitement in his voice and it makes you melt.

“Uh huh.”

“Will you stay in my bed with me?”

“Just for cuddles, but only if you promise to drink a bunch of water before we sleep, I don’t want you hung over in the morning.”

Johnny grins. “You got it, honey.”

Nine

Johnny wakes up next to a warm body, and it’s the first time in years. Your presence is the only thing that proves to him that last night wasn’t a dream, some twisted fantasy- No, you’re real, and you’re here, and you’d kissed him back-

He stays cuddled with you for a while, basking in the glow of being in love, truly in love, and finally able to admit it to himself. It’s been so long since his wife, and part of him had forgotten the feeling- maybe that’s why it had taken years for him to realize how much he adores you.

After a while, Johnny decides he needs some water- and he wants to make breakfast for you. He wants to spoil you the way you spoil him.

Johnny is careful as he exits the bed, taking one last look at your peaceful face before heading down to the kitchen.

It’s easy for Johnny to get lost in the act of cooking, focusing on bacon at first before switching to eggs. As it was a few days ago, the smell of food wakes you up, and soon you’re joining him by the stove.

“Watcha making?” you ask, wrapping your body around his.

God, the feeling of you is- fuck, he can’t even describe how good it is.

“Wanted to make you breakfast,” he tells you, plating your food first. Once he has you settled and sitting, he quickly throws together a breakfast sandwich for himself.

“You and your sandwiches,” you laugh, digging into your bacon and eggs.

“How did you sleep?” he asks, coming to join you.

“So well,” you tell him, bumping your knee against his own, “even if someone snores.”

Johnny can only laugh, he’s dealt with Soonbok complaining about his loud snoring for years. “How are the eggs?”

“Good!”

You’re so chipper this morning, and he loves it. Johnny takes a bite of his sandwich- you’d cooked the eggs at the brunch birthday two days ago, and he realizes Soonie was right. “Your eggs are better,” he muses.

“I’d planned on making breakfast for you, but you jumped the gun, big guy.”

“I wanted to pamper you for a change.”

“Cooking is my love language,” you tell him. “I’m excited to make you breakfast more often.”

“I like the sound of that,” he smiles.

“When’s Soonie come home?”

Johnny checks the clock on the stove. “In an hour or so.”

“As much as I’d love to see her, I think maybe it’s better if I’m not here when she gets home,” you say thoughtfully. “She’s a smart girl, I bet she’d be able to tell that something is up.”

“She definitely would,” Johnny confirms. “I don’t think I’ll be able to keep my hands off of you that much if you stick around.”

You giggle, reaching over to squeeze his knee.

“How are you feeling about last night?” Johnny asks.

“I’m feeling good, how about you? Still remember all of it?”

“In perfect detail,” he breathes. “Although… a little reminder wouldn’t hurt.”

“Oh, it wouldn’t?” you tease as he leans in, cupping your face so he can press his lips to your own.

God, you’re such a good kisser. It just works. It’s hard for him to even pull away, but he doesn’t want to overwhelm you.

“Take me out on a date,” you say.

“Hmm?”

“A date,” you repeat. “Just because we’ve known each other for years doesn’t mean we can skip steps.”

“I respect that,” Johnny nods. “I’ve got a busy week, and it will have to be a night where Soonie is out, but… we’ll make it work.”

Johnny’s so certain it will work, because things between you have always worked, and he can’t wait to see where this takes you.

Ten

It’s been a week, but finally Johnny found time for that date night. Soonie is out with friends again, so it’s the perfect opportunity to get some alone time with the man who’s been on your mind constantly.

He picks you up in his old Dodge truck, compliments your outfit, and refuses to tell you where you’re going or what the plan is.

When you arrive back at his place, you’re honestly not even surprised. “Let me guess, you took me to the best chef in town?”

“You know all my lines, honey,” he grins.

“So, chef, what’s on the menu?”

“I thought maybe you’d take a seat and let me cook for you.”

“As if I’d take a back seat,” you scoff. “What are we making?”

Johnny had made hand made fettucini before he’d come to pick you up. You let him take lead in making a white wine, garlic cream sauce with button mushrooms, spinach and crispy prosciutto, but you insist on being his sous chef and taking care of the chicken.

The smell is heavenly, and as he finishes it all off with fresh herbs, you think you start to drool a little.

“For a guy who claims to specialize in sandwiches of all things, you’re pretty good with italian,” you muse as you take your first bite and nearly moan.

“I’m pretty good with a lot of things,” Johnny laughs.

“Look at you being all cocky.”

“You love it.”

He’s so right.

The two of you chat and laugh together while eating. It’s one of the best meals you’ve had in a very long time. When dinner is over, Johnny suggests a movie. As the two of you settle on the couch, he prompts you to come closer, and soon, the two of you are cuddled together as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

He’s so warm and comforting- you find yourself dozing off a little, although, maybe it’s something of a food coma from all the pasta.

Johnny brings his lips to your ear, and you shiver when he asks, “Should I carry you to bed, honey?”

Part of you wants to tell him you’re not Soonie and you won’t be calling him daddy any time soon- but another part of you wants to lean into this. It’s been so long since you felt like you could be babied, and if anyone is going to bring out that side of you, it’s going to be Johnny.

“Won’t I be too heavy?” you ask, cognizant of the stairs he’ll have to climb.

“Have you seen my arms? I won’t drop you, honey, I promise.”

You allow him to scoop you up, and you feel like a giggling school girl again as he takes you up to his room. “Do you have a shirt I could wear to sleep?”

“Choose anything,” he tells you. “When you’re changed, you can join me in the bathroom, I went and got a toothbrush for you.”

Before you know it, you’re cuddled in Johnny’s bed, wearing panties and one of his big shirts. He’s pressed to your back, his mint tinged breath warm on the nape of your neck. There’s no pressure for sex, no pressure for anything other than the situation at hand, and you can tell you’re both very content with it.

Soon, you’re drifting off to sleep in the arms of a man who’s been a cornerstone of your life.

It’s a deep, dreamless sleep, and it passes in the blink of an eye. You awaken to light beaming through his window, a warm body behind you, and something hard pressed against your ass.

You laugh to yourself- morning wood isn’t something men can help. Even so, you stir a little, adjusting to get more comfortable.

Johnny releases a sleepy groan.

You stay still, not wanting to wake him, but it feels like the damage is already done when he wraps you tighter in his embrace. “Morning,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“Hi,” you respond lightly.

Now it’s Johnny’s turn to shift, and you feel his body tense when he does so. “Fuck,” he goes to pull away, “sorry, I uh-”

“It’s okay,” you assure him, grabbing his forearm so he can’t move away, “keep cuddling me.”

Johnny returns, flush against your back, his hard cock pressing even more firmly to your ass.

“Are you sure you’re alright with this?” he asks.

“More than okay with it.”

“Yeah?” He leans forward, pressing his lips to your throat. “Are you okay with this, too?” Johnny mumbles, his hot breath fanning across your skin.

“Uh huh,” you sigh, wiggling your bum back against him and arching your neck to give him better access.

His hand finds your hip, gently squeezing you through the shirt you’re wearing. His lips are soft against you, but there’s a need in his motions too, and he begins to grind against your ass.

You let out a groan when he finds the sweet spot just below your ear, and he licks at it, making you moan louder.

“Are we going to do this?” he asks, nipping at your earlobe.

“Fuck it, yes.” You can’t hold back anymore, you turn in his embrace, quickly mounting him and smashing your lips to his own.

Johnny grins into the kiss, holding your hips while you settle on top of him, grinding down against his clothed cock while your tongues begin to clash.

His kisses have you seeing stars, your mind going blank except for him.

Soon, his hands slip under your shirt, slowly grazing up your sides. “Can I take this off of you?” he asks.

You open your eyes to look down at him, studying his pretty lips and his chocolate eyes.

Instead of responding, you sit up, grabbing the hem of the oversized T and lifting it over your head, tossing it to the side and baring yourself to your best friend for the first time.

“Fuck,” Johnny groans, gaze falling to your tits. His hands stay at a respectable location on your hips, and you grab one to lift it to your breast, adding pressure so he knows he’s allowed to give you a test squeeze.

Johnny begins to massage you, and you throw your head back, releasing a groan, swiveling your hips against him.

His thumb brushes over your hardened nipple and you mewl loudly, core throbbing from the stimulus.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, propping himself up so he can take your nipple into his mouth.

You cup the back of his head, keeping him on your chest while he worships you. His other hand finds your neglected breast, gently pinching and massaging while he sucks on your sensitive bud.

“John-” You don’t even know what to say, you’re entirely wrapped up in him.

You’ve never felt a feral need like this before, but it’s not necessarily the primal type of drive. Instead, it’s a feeling of wanting to be close to this man- who you’ve been next to for so many years, but unable to touch.

Except, he’s touching you now, and you want more.

Johnny pulls away from your breasts, cupping the back of your head and drawing your lips to his again. “We should take our clothes off,” he suggests.

“That’s the best idea you’ve had all week,” you laugh.

He helps you off of him, and you lay next to each other for a moment, both fumbling to get naked. As soon as you’re fully nude, Johnny rolls on top of you, slotting between your thighs. His lips find yours again, and his free hand trails down your body, teasing through your pussy lips.

“You’re already so wet,” he muses.

“I’ve wanted this for a long time,” you admit.

“Me too,” he assures you, capturing your mouth with his own while he teases a finger into your hole. You push your hips up, wanting more, and you latch onto his strong shoulders, moaning into the kiss.

Johnny’s a big man, and his finger is enough to have you wriggling below him. “Easy, honey,” he grins, looking down at you with eyes full of adoration. “Gotta stretch you open.”

“Fuck,” you groan- does this man read erotica in his spare time? How is a thirty year old, single dad, this well versed in dirty talk even though you’re pretty sure he hasn’t been laid in forever?

He adds a second finger, curling them to find your gspot. As he pumps his hand, lips pressed to yours in a mad frenzy, you can hear your wetness with each motion.

It feels unreal- have fingers alone ever done a number like this on you?

Johnny twists his hand a little, knuckles dragging along your sensitive inner walls. It’s like he’s trying to carve out a space for his cock, although, you know now that this won’t be enough. He’s thick and throbbing on your hip, his length so large you think he might just blow your entire back out when he slips it into you.

Even though you’re eager to be - for lack of a better word - impaled on him, Johnny takes his time kissing you, his fingers continuing their motions. “Wanna rub your clit for me?” he asks, moving his mouth to your neck. “I want to watch you cum.”

Your toes curl at his words, and you bring your hand to your pussy, drawing circles on the sensitive bud while he continues to stroke your inner walls.

Your core throbs around him, whimpers of pleasure escaping you.

“You’re being so good for me, honey,” Johnny tells you, making your insides flutter even more from the sincere words of praise.

Cumming hasn’t always been the easiest thing in the world for you. There are many partners you’ve had who never had the wherewithal to get you there- but somehow, Johnny just knows you. Or maybe, it’s because he knows you- because you feel safe with him, that you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

It also helps that it’s your own fingers on your clit, you know exactly what you like, what pressure, what motions- the digits working you open are just an added bonus that have you seeing stars as you make your way to your peak.

“John,” you gasp, tits pushing up toward his chest when your back arches. “I’m gonna-”

“Let it out for me,” he encourages you softly. “You deserve it.”

“I deserve your cock,” you whine, shocked at your own blatant neediness.

Johnny only laughs. “After,” he assures you, “I promise.”

A few more circles of your clit has the cord in your stomach snapping, your orgasm washing over your like warm summer waves. Your entire body tingles with delight, gasps leaving you as your pussy fully throbs around his fingers, your clit pulsing with desire.

“So pretty,” he whispers, bringing his lips to yours.

From the way he smiles against your mouth, you can tell he doesn’t care that you’re moaning so much he can hardly kiss you.

It’s a closeness you’ve never felt before, and he helps you through your orgasm until you’re pulling your hand away in favour of grabbing his shoulders.

Johnny takes his fingers out of your core, and you watch under hooded eyelids as he brings them to his lips, sucking them clean and releasing a groan. “Everything you do tastes better than what I bring to the table.”

You laugh. He’s such a fucking chef.

“Some might even say it’s…” you stifle a giggle, “Finger licking good.”

Johnny lets out a laugh, eyes lighting up. God, you love this soft, laughter infused sex- you’ve never experienced anything like it.

You grab the back of his neck, drawing his mouth to your own. You can taste yourself on his tongue, and there’s something so erotic about it. He moans loudly, rubbing his cock between your wet pussy lips.

The tip of his cock is stimulating your clit and it sends jitters through you. You can feel how soaked you are, and you wouldn’t be surprised if this ended with a wet patch on his bed from how turned on you’ve been throughout this whole experience.

Johnny seems intent with grinding against you, but you’re lacking patience today, and you reach between your bodies to grab his cock.

Johnny breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours and looking down at where you’re gripping him. He doesn’t say anything, his gaze shifting back to your own. There’s a question in his eyes, and you’re both aware that this is the final line. Once you cross this, there’s no going back.

You bring his cock to your wet hole, and with very little effort, you help guide the head of his cock inside of you.

“Fuck,” Johnny groans immediately, fists bunching at the pillow on either side of your head. “You’re so tight- are you sure you’re good with this?”

“You’re just- fuck,” you whimper as another inch sinks into you, “you’re just big!”

“Maybe you’ll have to get used to it,” he grins, pushing deeper.

You moan loudly, clawing at his shoulders. “Maybe I will,” you gasp.

He brings his mouth close to your own, until your lips are just brushing, eyes meeting when he says, “I’m looking forward to it.”

As he kisses you, he pushes fully into your warm, wet, throbbing core. His hips are flush to your own, and you swear no one’s ever been this deep inside of you.

Your legs shake on either side of his hips, body suspended in this odd purgatory-like place between extreme pleasure, and an uncomfortable feeling of being stretched more than you’ve ever been stretched before.

“Are you good?” he asks, lips moving to your cheek while you struggle to aclimatize to his cock.

“Yeah,” you nod quickly. “Just- fuck me, it will be easier.”

“If you say so, honey.”

The first thrust has your toes curling, eyes clenching shut with pleasure. A sound that’s never come from you before leaves your lips- a sound you’ve heard in porn, but always thought was an overexpression.

Your fingers dig into Johnny’s shoulders, and he holds you close, mouth finding your neck while he begins to fuck you.

Although, would this be called fucking?

The fluidity of his motions- the way you’re clinging to each other- it feels more like making love, and your skin tingles with the realization.

“Johnny?” you whisper.

“Yeah?”

“Tell me you love me again, like you did when you were drunk.”

“I love you,” he says immediately, holding you even tighter. “I love you so much that sometimes it hurts.”

Your entire body both relaxes and is set on fire by his words, your core throbbing desperately around his massive cock.

“Johnny-” you whimper.

“Tell me you love me too,” he pleads.

“I love you too,” you whisper, threading your fingers through his hair and bringing his face close to yours so you can look up into his eyes. “I love you too.”

Johnny’s hand finds your thigh, hiking it higher on his hip. Somehow, he hits even deeper now, and you wriggle below him, more sounds of pleasure escaping you and filling the room.

“You sound so good, honey- I won’t last if you keep squeezing me and moaning-”

“Then don’t last,” you gasp. “Want you to cum.”

“Where should I cum?”

“Inside- I’m on birth control, just- fuck, Johnny, cum inside.”

He groans, pressing his mouth firmly to your own, his tongue dancing along yours as his motions get even faster.

You’re clinging to him for dear life at this point, and when he slips a hand between your bodies to rub your clit, you nearly begin to cry from how good it feels.

“Love the way your pussy sucks me in when we play with your clit,” he tells you.

Fuck, fuck, fuck-

“Do you think you can cum for me again? I don’t want to be the only one cumming.”

“Yeah, yeah- fuck, yeah, I can cum again,” you whimper desperately.

“Let me know when,” he instructs, adjusting his motions ever so slightly so each thrust has his cock dragging against your gspot.

You let out a squeal of delight, your thighs shaking around his hips, stomach muscles clenching almost painfully-

“Fuck, John, I’m there- shit, fuck-”

Johnny shuts you up with his lips against your own, and for a second time, your orgasm hits you.

Your core clamps down incredibly hard on his cock, and Johnny groans deeply above you, fingers twitching on your clit. He keeps his pace, and a moment later, you feel his cum filling you up, coating your walls with warmth.

The feeling of his large length throbbing in your own oversensitive hole has your entire mind going fuzzy, and you kiss him like a woman lost, like a woman so completely in love that nothing else matters.

You ride out your orgasms together, until you’re both shaking. Only then does Johnny come to a stop on top of you, kisses turning to a more gentle nature as he holds you close.

“I love you,” he tells you again.

You smile, blinking up at your best friend. “And I love you.”

Epilogue

The two of you are in the kitchen cooking brunch. Johnny is pressed to your back, watching intently, asking all sorts of questions about how you cook eggs to make them so delicious and superior to his own.

“The secret ingredient is love,” you tease.

Johnny can only laugh, holding you tighter.

He’s so lost in you, that he loses track of time, and as the two of you are sitting down to eat, Soonbok walks through the front door. She stops in her tracks when she sees you, letting her little overnight bag slip to the ground.

“Oh, hi, baby,” Johnny stands up immediately.

“Hi, daddy,” Soonie says, allowing her dad to pick her up for a hug while her eyes shift to you.

“Did Sabrina’s mom drop you off?” Johnny asks, looking out the door to wave at Soonie’s friend’s mom as she drives away.

“As always, daddy,” Soonie laughs. “I didn’t know y/n was coming over.”

“Surprise,” you grin, also standing so that when Johnny sets his daughter to the ground, she can run to give you a hug of your own.

Once Soonie is done squeezing you as tight as her little arms can muster, she looks between you and Johnny. For some reason, Johnny feels his heart beginning to race, there’s a knowing in his daughters eyes.

“What’s going on?” Soonie asks finally.

“Y/N and I just had a little sleep over,” Johnny tries to explain, and the concept isn’t a new one, you sleep over frequently… in the guest bedroom.

“So…” a wicked grin appears on Soonbok’s face, “Does this mean you’ll stop trying to get me to call her auntie now?”

“What?” Johnny lets out a surprised laugh.

“You heard me, daddy,” Soonbok’s smile widens. “Does this… does this mean we’ll be a real family now?”

Johnny lets out a shuddery breath. In the years you’ve been helping raise Soonbok, Johnny has broached the idea of her calling you Auntie Y/N, as a respect thing, and his daughter has always refused. Had she seen the connection this whole time? Has this been something Soonbok has wanted ever since she was a five year old with an inquisitive mind and an even more discerning eye?

Johnny’s gaze shifts to you, and you flash him a warm smile.

“Yeah, baby,” Johnny picks up his daughter. “We can be a real family now.”

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You love working with Johnny. Sure, it had been rough at first, getting his food truck on its feet, but it’s been two years, and with some insanely good marketing, you’re now running one of the top trucks in the city.

It’s a joy to watch Johnny fulfill his dreams every day- his odd obsession with sandwiches of all things has only added to your connection. Watching him smile and charm guests makes your heart swell with joy, and on the rare occasion Soonie comes to do the register and take orders, it feels like you’re just one happy family.

Today, however, is a weather disaster. The forcast had mentioned light sprinkles, but cuddled next to Johnny looking out at the torrential downpour, you both feel a little bamboozled.

“You know what would make this more fun?” Johnny asks.

“Customers?” you suggest.

“Yes, but also… I got you something.” The chef flashes you a sly smirk, and you pull away from his shoulder to asses him.

“Am I going to like where this is going?” you ask.

He was single for so long- and there’d been so many sexual things he’d missed out on during that time, but the two of you are making up for it every moment you have alone. You suppose this is a moment alone, so you’re not really shocked that his mind is in the gutter.

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egg-but-with-style · 8 months ago

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Mmfhhh butcher ghost..

Part 2

He's big, he's scary, his apron is covered in blood. You just walked in and are immediately stunned by the look of him. He's wearing a mask, which you figure is to stop blood from getting into his mouth or nose, but something about him tells you he wouldn't mind it either way.

He's pretty focused on a bloody cut of steak at the moment, his knife slicing through with such ease and precision. The air smells of blood, leaving a tangy taste in your mouth, which is already dry from seeing him.

It's a good 30 seconds before he even sees you, his gaze trailing up to the counter, which he seemed to have completely forgotten about. He walks up, pulling off the bloody gloves he had on, throwing them into the trashcan.

That's when you see his fingers, scarred, worn, thick. You try not to stare, knowing that's rude and all. Normally you'd be fine, you're not small, you're not intimidated easily, but he's just so.. intriguing.

He's the first to pipe up, throwing out a gruff, "What can I help ya with?" He figures you're scared. The people that come in are always scared if they aren't used to him.

He watches you snap back to his eyes, your lips slightly parted in what he thought could only be fear, or awe. If he was being honest, he did like a woman who wouldn't break when he played rough. But he was supposed to be a professional, not a pervert.

You quickly snapped out of it. Pulling out your phone, being glad you had something else to look at other then his deep brown eyes. Like molasses. Focusing on the list on your phone, you quickly sputtered out your order, "Oh! I uh, I need two chickens.."

He hummed in acknowledgement, moving towards the display of packaged meat. He pulls out two chickens, the best of the bunch he had. He figured someone cute like you should have them. He placed them on the counter, near the register.

He cleared his throat and spoke again, "So, got any plans for the poor creatures?" He was hoping maybe he could prolong the conversation as much as he could. He wasn't sure if you were a local, and you were easy on the eyes, who could blame him?

You started to pull out your wallet and paused. Surprised a guy like him was talkative, you weren't complaining though. Not when his voice sounds like that.

"Oh, yeah. I'm going to my parents house for dinner tonight. My mom loves my chicken spadini"

"Well atleast they're going to a good cause. Maybe you could...bring me some."

It's been a long time since he had a meal cooked by another person, and if it was good enough for your mom, it would be good enough for him.

"I mean..yeah sure! There's always left overs and..well I like cooking for other people sometimes.."

It was hard to tell if he was being flirty, or if he genuinely wanted to try your cooking. He was just so deadpan.

He figured he should probably ring you up, not wanting to be even more forward then he was. He didn't wanna scare you off.

"That's gonna be 25.68"

"But it says-"

"It's a discount. I am getting free food after all"

You opened your mouth again to argue but, he seemed so stern about it. The 5 dollar discount was nice, but seemed a bit much just for chicken spadini. You figured it wasn't worth the trouble. You payed and took the sack, the two cold chickens weighing down the plastic bag.

He then handed you your receipt. You didn't think much of it, just stuffing it in with the chickens.

"Thank you, ..?"

You looked at his name tag. Simon

"Thank you, Simon"

"No problem. You be careful."

He was glad he was wearing the mask, otherwise you might've seen the slight red in his cheeks as you called him by his name. Something about the way your lips moved to form the words. Something about your voice

Then you waved goodbye, and out the door you went. He was a bit disappointed to see you leave. You walking out the door seeming to happen so quickly. He just hoped he hadn't scared you. But seeing your ass took his mind off the fear for a moment.

You hopped into your car, ready to drive to your parents, when curiosity got the better of you. Looking into the bag and checking the receipt. Seeing a phone number in your area code. Guess he was flirting.

Authors note: butcher ghost has been one of my favorite brainworms since I've gotten into the cod fandom. I think I have a type. I also don't know who originally made the butcher ghost au?? I know in lore he was a butchers apprentice before he enrolled in the army, so it maybe it wasn't made by a specific person. But yeah, thank you for reading, bye!!!!

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mntalbrakdown · 2 years ago

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sober thoughts - C. Fisher

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mentions of: underage drinking, cussing, fluff, smut. MDNI. piv, unprotected sex, fingering

synopsis: you were once friends with conrad until summer happened and he just stopped talking to you

wc: 5.7k

“don’t ever forget me” your little twelve-year-old self whispered to Conrad who was a year older than you

“never,” he said playing with your hair as you both lay on the grass watching the fireworks on the fourth of July. your head laying on his chest.

“y/n are you almost ready” Belly yelled at you trying to get you to hurry up for the party you were about to go to with her and Taylor

“yes almost,” you say playing with your hair and making sure each strand is not misbehaving

“chill belly being hot takes time,” Taylor says applying more lip gloss

“anyways y/n how are you and Conrad” Taylor puts away her lip gloss in her purse

“he’s an ass and I don’t even talk to him,” you said

“What did you even do,” Belly asked playing with the ends of her hair

“I don’t know we were really close in Cousins and like two years ago in summer I started to get guys' attention and all of a sudden he got distant,” you said reminiscing the best summer of your whole life you told the girls you pulled 6 boys the whole summer but that came at a cost, losing the one guy you loved

“you had a glow-up,” Taylor says looking at you and holding your hand

“yeah, she did” you see Jeremiah at Belly’s door frame which made you smile. they've been flirting back and forth

“are we ready,” Belly asked and you nodded

you all headed downstairs to see Susannah and Laurel in the kitchen probably stoned and said goodbye to them. when you arrived at the car Belly called shotgun which meant you and Taylor would sit in the back of Jeremiah’s Jeep.

“so y/n you're the driver tonight right” Jeremiah looked at you from the rearview mirror

“when am I not” you scoff looking out the window. it wasn’t a rude remark it was a sarcastic one because you don’t really do any substances. so it was common sense that you would drive

everyone in Cousins lived close to one another so it didn’t take long to hear the loud music and the screams coming from a house. the house was already spilling bright colors on the street making you excited. when Jeremiah finally parked he handed you the keys because one time he held onto them and lost them. it was a whole ordeal, you spent an extra hour at the house trying to find them when he had them in a random coat that was hung up by the front door.

“hey Steven is here” Taylor pointed out to his car seeing that they also just got here.

“who’s that next to him,” Belly asks as you were getting out of the car looking at your phone for any new notifications when you accidentally bump into a tall stature

“oh sorry,” you both say looking at each other

"con what is wrong with you" you yelled at him. it was no use when he was in his own world he stayed there for at least a week. usually, you could get him out, but something was different that summer, you couldn't change him

"leave me alone" Conrad yelled at you, he was running up the stairs and the next thing you heard was his door closed shut. it was hard to miss, it echoed all over the house

"I'm so sorry for him," Susannah said.

the plan that day was to go watch a movie that was playing in the drive-in and then play at the beach with the whole group and watch the tide as you and Conrad listened to the music and possibly help you surf. but all that went down the drain and you didn't even know why.

“conrad” you say looking to meet his gaze.

“Conrad is here, y/n let’s go, no,” Taylor says screaming ready for you to get into the car making him laugh which you missed hearing

“Taylor it’s ok,” you say as she is getting out of the car with a stank face already plastered on

“hi Conrad,” she says moving her way in between the two of you and grabbing your hand to drag you to the party

as you were getting dragged into the party you were greeted by a group of people already by the door and a couple making out at the end of the hall

“hey I'm going to go get a drink” Taylor yells at you trying to get her voice to be heard over the music. you on the other hand were ready to go to the living room just to people watch

the thing was when you were at parties you would straight b-line to the living room because although people liked to conversate, that is the last place they would go. You liked to sit there and try to find other drivers there and you would make friends with them. It was hard to talk to a drunk person because they were boring and slur their words together. Today you saw Cameron, he is always there. You grew to like him like it was hard to anyway. He was so nice and you both had things in common.

"hey" you heard his little smile in his voice

"hi cam," you say receiving a bottle of water he got you

"so who are you here tonight with" cam asked you

"Jeremiah, Taylor, and Belly," you say

"so Conrad is still being weird," cam asked

"yeah," you said a bit disappointed. you told Cam everything because he was there and being sober at a party is pretty boring

"that's weird because he is staring at us," Cam says looking over at him; making you follow his gaze. Conrad had this weird look on his face, his eyes were dark, but it wasn't because of the lighting it was something else. hatred? you brushed it off he isn't your problem, never will be.

"y/n want to play uno" Conrad yelled at you from the bottom of the stairs.

Uno was your favorite game to play at Susannah's house in the summer. It was always perfect. The adults were never there so it would make you feel comfortable with everyone else. It was when you would sit next to Conrad before he was unavailable and you two would team up without everyone knowing. In reality, everyone knew. and you both would win. you would take turns on who would win to make it seem "less" suspicious.

"so" cam says snapping you from your haze

"right duh" you laugh grabbing the mini uno you would always carry it around because it helped you make friends with people

"ooo can we play" Some random girls joined in and you said yes because you had no real reason to say no, plus uno is best played with more than two

"I'll join too," Conrad says gripping his beer rather firmly. he sat next to you on the couch ready to get the cards you shuffled.

when the games began you kept beating everyone. the games were simple, leave the best cards until the very end, unless and only if you ever need them, then go for it.

bzzz bzzz

you quickly checked the notification that came from your phone trying to not miss what was going on in the game.

"who is it" conrad asks his jaw clenching

"no one," you say giving him a weak smile, it was also none of his business because he doesn't care about you anymore

"sure" Conrad says putting a plus four that is directed towards you. so this is how he wanted to play the game? you grabbed the four cards, getting nothing that would help you against him. it was Cam's turn and he put reverse to try to protect you from Conrad

"your little boyfriend is now your new buddy," Conrad questioned under his breath

"not like you give a shit" you retort back

"you are so clueless," Conrad says making you the most confused person at the party. you just continued to play after the game ended you decided you wanted a coke. so you got up and told Cam you would be back for another round

you walked through crowded groups and at one point you saw Belly makeout with Jeremiah. taking note of that to bring up later. You than saw Taylor with another man who looked like three years older than her. When you finally got your coke you opened it taking a sip going back to the couch

"oh fuck" you let out spilling some of the coke onto your white tube top.

"sorry" you hear a familiar voice come out it was Conrad.

"we have to stop doing this or else we might actually get hurt," you say smiling at the way Conrad was trying to get napkins to clean the mess up. It was no use. your shirt was ruined.

"it's the universe trying to get us together" Conrad blurted out "I'm drunk" he tried to fix the situation, but he was never drunk, he was only ever tipsy.

"drunk words are just sober thoughts" you say looking down at your shorts to see if they were dirty.

"can we talk" conrad asks looking down at you

"yeah" you smile at him

he grabbed your hand and led you outside to the front yard where there were only a couple of people out. he saw that the stain on your shirt only got worse so he gave you his button-up shirt that he never lets go of.

"what's up," you say to him

"the stars look beautiful don't they" conrad was looking up

as a kid, you were obsessed with the moon and the stars. you had a friend that was the stars to your moon. you missed her, and you kept in touch but if you could you would bring her to Cousins. you would always talk about her to the others, knowing they would love her as well. You also face-timed her all the time. Conrad would get mad, saying that you were his for the summer and that she has you all year round. that she was selfish

"it's my time," Conrad says to your friend who was on your phone screen

"con give me my phone," you say slapping him and tugging at his hand

"it's summer byeee" he says as he pressed the red button on the phone

"i hate you," you say to him

"in your sweet dreams you do," he says cockily

"Conrad I thought this was going to be more of a serious conversation," you say trying to shake the idea of the summers you once had with the man standing in front of you

"I miss you," he says to you. sober thoughts. it took you aback it wasn't something you expected from him

"that isn't my fault," you say back with an attitude

"i know, i just got jealous" he said to you

"jealous of what con" he could have grabbed you and kissed you on the spot. he missed that name from your mouth. he craved it every day to the point he would replay voice memos you would send to him back when you two would speak

"of other guys," he said looking into your eyes to see if he scared you off, but all he saw was your face brightening up

"you were the only person on my mind con," you said to him grabbing his hand. if this was a dream, never wake him up. "you were the only thing coming out of my mouth when I was at school, all the guys that you saw hit me up are left on seen, I wanted you, I want you, I always have" you say looking at his face finally tug at his lips to form a smile

"good because I don't want to share," he says leaning down ready to kiss you. As he did he wrapped one arm around your waist the other in your hair tugging at it as you were smiling through the kiss and your hands on both his cheeks.

"get a room" Steven yelled at you two, leading Conrad to release the hand that was in your hair and flipping him off. making you laugh while you both kissed.

"let's get out of here," Conrad said to you

"i can't," you said, you had a job

"fuck the others Steven can drive them," he said in a way that he just wanted you to be by his side

"but how will they get home" you try to reason

"Steven has his keys c'mon let's go to my house, please" he kisses the top of your forehead.

"fine, but if they complain that is your fault," you say pointing at him

"that is fine by me," he says carrying you to spin you around

as you two were getting in the Jeep you started to fasten your seatbelt as Conrad did the same. He looked over at you, seeing how you adjusted the mirrors to get all the angles.

"I think this is the first time I see you drive," he says admiring you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear

"get used to it con," you say looking at him, melting at his touch

"Oh I will" he whispered

you started the car, you hated driving the Jeep it was so big and excessive. But desperate times call for desperate measures. You played some music in the car for the six-minute car ride. you could feel Conrad's eyes on you the whole time, seeing how you turned and how you checked the mirrors.

as you arrive at their house you park the car and let him get out, you were collecting your things in the car to get out when Conrad opens the door for you.

"thank you" you smile, he closes the door behind you and you lock the car. he holds your hand as he heads over to the front door to open it

"hi conrad" you hear Susannah

"hi y/n nice seeing you two together again," Laurel says from the couch

"glad to be back" you smile at the two adults

"oh you are so beautiful, we missed you," Susannah said

"thank you I missed you too" you smile and let go of Conrad's hand to hug her. She was always so sweet to you

"Mom, she's mine back off, we're going to my room" Conrad says taking your hand again

"bye talk to you guys later" you scream as Conrad is dragging you upstairs

once you got upstairs you see Conrad's door. he opened it with his free hand and led you in. It was still the same. the beach aesthetic and the colors. He had the plush you gave him. it was an orange cat with a pink collar, you named it Lasnaga and you had an orange cat with a blue collar named Garfield. it was funnier when you actually named them.

"oh ignore that" he said looking at the cat

"you still have it" you question, a smile forming on your face

"yeah" it looked like he slept with it and he even still had the perfume you gifted him it was now half empty

"I miss you" you heard from the other line of your phone

"I miss you too," you say back, it was almost Christmas and it was a time when you wished you could go to Cousins, but your mom would say no. "I got you a Christmas present," you say smiling through the camera lens

"yeah, I got it, thank you" One of the gifts was a perfume bottle, it smelled like vanilla and it was your go-to scent "Thank you" Conrad says

"I don't use that scent anymore," you say picking it up

"what" Conrad looked defeated, he was spraying that scent to remember you and you switched scents. he felt betrayed

"I'll get you a new one for Christmas" You smile at him grabbing his hands which made his smile come back

"y/n" he grabbed your attention using his pointer finger to make you look at him

"yes con" one moment you were just staring at his eyes the next thing you knew Conrad was leaning in to kiss you. this kiss was more meaningful as if to pick up from lost time, from the time that was wasted on jealousy and insecurity, because even though it wasn't official that you were Conrad's, you both knew you were meant for one another

Conrad's hands went back to their respective place, one in your hair and the other around your waist. yours were on his cheek and the other in his hair.

"fuck I missed you," he says catching his breath from the kiss

conrad went back but deepened the kiss, it was something that made you happy. You kept smiling through the kiss. you couldn't believe this was happening. Conrad pulled at your hair to make you moan so he could slip his tongue in and fight for dominance, he obviously won; you were still smiling throughout the make out because you couldn’t believe what was happening. Conrad guided you to his bed, he sat on the corner making you straddle his lap.

"are you ok with this," Conrad asked pulling away from the kiss, you could see some of your lipstick on his mouth

"yes, god fuck yes Conrad," you say giggling at the way his face quickly erased his worriedness to pure excitement

Conrad continued his attack, but this time it was on your neck, making sure it would show to others that you were his, that even though people haven't seen you both together for almost two years, you guys are better than ever. Conrad tugged and took off the button-down that he gave you and the dirty tube top. You weren't wearing a bra underneath, and Conrad couldn't be more excited

Conrad carried you off the bed for a second and laid you down on his bed. your hair was perfectly sprawled on the pillow as if it made a halo. Conrad could’ve sworn he saw a little heart that was made from your hair. as you waited for Conrad to take his shirt you got the cat to play around with.

"you're so beautiful," Conrad says going down to kiss you

when he pulls away he takes off your shorts and shoes followed by your socks making you giggle at his fast antics. you were wearing a lace thong that was pink making Conrad smile.

"what's going on in that pretty head of yours,” you say reaching for Conrad's face as he melts into your touch, practically purring.

"you, you're all I think about" Conrad says smiling at you his hand traveling down to your thighs removing your panties too, and then he feels how wet you already are. he licked his two fingers as a lubricant and started to finger you. he slipped two fingers in seeing how tight you were and kept pacing in and out. you followed his fingers as they disappeared and reappeared. sucking on your bottom lip to not draw attention to his room. he looked at your face seeing how it contoured to the way the rhythm, then added more stimulation by massaging your clit.

"fuck Conrad, so good," you say almost screaming as you scratch his back with your nails

"shhh, look at me" Conrad says covering your mouth, but he loved the way your eyes looked at him "Sound so pretty but they can't hear you or the fun is over," he says leaning in to kiss you to muffle your screams.

Conrad soon leaves your mouth to go to your tits to suck on as you grab his hair for extra support. you tugged once and heard a yelp, making you want to fuck him already

he continued with his action. adding fingers as he goes. As he did you gasped, you kept your nails on his back almost drawing blood. conrad was circling your clit with his other hand to speed the process up. he needed you.

“god you’re so tight” he says looking at you with lust filled eyes

Conrad added a third finger as he saw you were about to release and reattached his lips onto yours wanting the fun to continue. he saw the way your body arched off the bed and made sure to continue the pace you were on. to make you orgasm

“look so pretty, come for me” he said spurring you on

“fuck conny” you say pulling at his hair to kiss you and something inside you snapped when he kissed you. you were leaking off his finger. when he looked down in between the two of you he saw the mess grabbing some of your liquid and putting it in your mouth

“fuck so hot” he said going in to kiss you tasting you as well

“my turn” you say with your fucked up makeup and some of your cum on the side of your mouth

“no i just really need you right now” conrad says taking his pants and underwear off as well as everything else.

“i want to be on top” you say to him biting the bottom of your lip

“whatever you want pretty girl” he says grabbing you and putting you on top of him

once you were on top of him you saw how big he was. you grabbed his member massaged him than started to glide him into your heat seeing how he threw his head back in pure pleasure

“stop teasing” he said grabbing onto your wrists and leading his length to your heat

“fuck fisher” you said mad he took all the fun out

“i’m trying to” he retorted making you laugh but that made you sink into him and turned into a loud pornagraphic moan making Conrad startled soon hearing footsteps leading to the door and a knock

“conny is everything ok” you could hear Susannah but this made the experience even better you fucked him up and down side to side to try to make it hard for him to answer his mom

“y-yeah everything is good there’s a porn scene on the horror movie we were watching- fuck” he said yelling to his mom

“oh ok” she says retreating backstairs

“you’re so dead” conrad said to you, but he never meant it. you looked so beautiful riding him as your boobs bounced up and down and saw how your hair was messily parted to the side and fell beautifully over your body. he knew you knew you looked great by the way you bit the bottom of your lip

“god you’re so big” you say looking down at him. putting your hand on his chest for extra support

he couldn’t help admire you. how your tits would go up and down and he had to massage them with his hand. the other was on your waist wanting you to go faster, but he just made your body lay against his as he took your lips with his teeth. his hand that was once on your tits went to your hair and tugged on it earning a low moan from you. the other traced his name on your back adding tickles to make you moan and hopefully come close. once he noticed your body become sloppy he held onto your waist and switched positions with him

“holy fuck that was hot” you said out loud to him

“only for you” he says leaning into your neck to suck on your sweet spot making you moan even more

he saw the way your hair fell back on his pillow. the image he once had of you will forever be tainted by this memory. the memory of him fucking you into oblivion. how his penis would go in and out of you seeing his length covered in white paint from the two of you

he didn’t know that you liked the way his hair fell from his forehead and floated in the air as he fucked you. how his arms would be veiny and how you followed them like a dog to bacon. that every time he wanted to show you something you just looked at his hands.

“fuck me harder” you said to Conrad as you dragged his face to yours to go in for a kiss. he took his free hand and started to massage your clit wanting you to come already.

“come for me again, want to see you come on my dick” he said so close to your face that his hair tickled you, his breath as well. “need you to come for me” his blue eyes following yours and how they were sparkling from pure euphoria

with one last thrust you came for him. his lips covering your mouth and when you were done moaning. his mouth was on your chin ready for another hickey. he nibbled at it. when his thrusts started to become sloppy you started to nibble at his ear. moaning in it to spur him on and saying sweet nothings like “god you’re so big” “taking me so good” “fuck me just like that”

“im yours conny, only yours” was the one that made him shoot his load into you

“oh fuck i’m so sorry” he said as he still kept thrusting into you coming down from his high

“don’t worry about it i’m on the pill” you say looking at his fucked out face and tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear

he leaned in to kiss you deepening the kiss he felt the cum that was leaking outside the two of you. when he was ready to let go you bit the bottom of his lip to see what he would do

“god you’re all i need” Conrad said going back to kiss you. when you both got out of breathe he went into his bathroom to get a cloth to clean you up

“you look beautiful from this angle” Conrad looked at you wanting to take a picture of the way your legs were open for him as the liquid oozed out of you

“get used to it” you said to him as he cleaned you up. he smiled at the thought that this wasn’t a one time thing

“oh i will” he says going to your face and peppering your face with kisses all over

he went over to a drawer he had always designated to you. it had some clothes that you left there when you would stay over. he handed you some shorts you always wore when you were here that did nothing but show your ass, but they were cute; they were white with pink polka dots and tossed you a shirt that was Conrad’s but you always used to use it because it was baggy and had your home state with it.

“i don’t want to wear that shirt today” you said

“what why” Conrad asked puzzled he didn’t do anything to that shirt

“you wear it, not in the mood to wear a shirt” you say to him mischievously. he took the hint as he was putting on some shorts and was ready to go under the covers of his bed making you follow behind

“than neither am i” he said kissing your forehead “some makeup wipes are on the nightstand by the way” he says pointing at the drawer next to you

“thank you” you say taking one and wiping your face off when you were done you threw it away in the trash can that was next to you

“so you never forgot me did you” you asked as you were going to cuddle his chest

“no never” he said looking down at you as he was turning the tv on to watch superbad one of your favorites

“and you never forgot about my things did you” you say giddily seeing what he was doing

“nope, i watched this every time i missed you” he said it as a matter of fact

“kiss me” you say out loud. and he did he leaned down to kiss you as you waited for the movie to load in. he was so delicate this time as if what he did was not him and someone else. that he would always be delicate with you

“you’re all i ever wanted” he said whispering it into you making you smile as the movie played.

you both laughed at the scenes. this movie has seen it all: your childhood, Conrad being by himself without you , and the two of you after you fucked each other. when another funny scene happened and you didn’t laugh Conrad looked down to see you asleep in his arms. your boobs were pressed against his chest and he decided it was time for him to go to sleep as well.

in the morning it was Conrad who woke up first from the rays of the sun. he then saw his clock and saw that it was only 9 am. he decided to just look at you sleep. how you would breathe and how you looked in his arms. the little smile on your face as your dream progressed. god he wished that was him making you smile. Conrad reached for his phone to take a picture of you. knowing this would be a perfect wallpaper. the way the hickeys he left on you were now visible. how you had no makeup but your hair was still as perfect as it was last night and this time noticing the locket necklace he got you from when you were kids on your thirteenth birthday

“thank you Conrad” you say hugging him once you finished opening the box that held the necklace. it was a picture of the two of you from when you were younger when you were both about seven and six.

“you’re welcome. you were practically begging for one all year” he said glad you liked his gift and ever since than you never took it off

he was infatuated with you.

“i’ll never forget you” Conrad whispered into your hair kissing the top of your head

“hey” you say in a raspy voice

“morning” he said back with a big grin on his face

“smells good” you could smell the muffins from downstairs. making Conrad laugh. he looked at you for about thirty minutes admiring you and the first thing you think about is food? “you look pretty con” you said kissing his lips. his hair was messy and his eyes were brighter today. he looked happy.

“so do you” he said smiling at you. if only you knew.

“what time is it” you ask finally rubbing your eyes. when you were done Conrad gave you his phone to look at the clock but the first thing you saw was you. the photo he took this morning. “con did you take this right now” you asked looking into his eyes

“yes do you like it” he asked looking to see if you were mad but he only saw a smile form on your face

“it’s cute i need one now too” you say trying to let go of his grip to get up and get a muffin

“no stay” he says grumpy

“i need one of those muffins, i’ll come back” you say prying at his hands

“fine i’ll race you” he says getting up and trying to find a shirt as you do the same when you did. you ran out the door fighting Conrad downstairs almost falling like ten times.

“woah” you here from downstairs

“i thought we were going to go into war right now” Jeremiah joked

“shut up” Conrad said hitting Jeremiah’s chest

“oh hey y/n didn’t know you were still here” Laurel said

“yeah I accidentally fell asleep to superbad” you say which wasn’t a lie. it was hard to lie to Laurel she could smell bullshit from a mile away.

“wait what happened between you guys” Taylor asked looking at your neck making you hide your hickeys with your hair

“nothing, we just made up” you said looking at her and the last muffin

“more like made out” Belly added which made you send her a death stare which caused you to lose the muffin to Conrad

“fuck you” you whisper to him

“oh but you already did” he said with the most shit eating grin you’ve ever seen as he eats the muffin. when you hit his stomach he hands over the muffin with a loud groan

“thank you” you say kissing him

“eww get a room” Jeremiah said

“we just came out of one” Conrad said as quick as the speed of light making you look at him with wide eyes

“I missed this” Susannah said “y’know ever since you left y/n he has never been this chipper”

“is that so” you say looking at Conrad all this time you thought he was fine especially with all the girls he dated

“so true” Steven added

“we missed you” Belly said. she meant it in the way you could finally be in the same room as all of them without having to walk on eggshells “also Cam told me to give you this” it was your uno cards from the other night

“thank you” you smile at her

“give me another bite” Conrad said as he wraps his arms around your waist and you practically feed him “thank you” he said which followed by an mhm coming from your mouth

“want to go to the beach later” you asked looking up at him to see if he would agree or not

“sure” he replied. making you already excited and smiling back at the muffin before taking a bite and feeding another piece to Conrad

“can we go at night” he questioned

“and skinny dip” you whispered for only him to hear which made him already look forward to see the moon.

“this is seriously cute” Taylor says to Belly who nods

“i love you” Conrad said to you kissing the top of your head as he saw how everyone was so welcoming of the new couple

“i love you more” you say looking up at him which made him kiss you

—-

a/n: part two..??

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not-so-mundane-after-all · 10 months ago

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I keep rewatching that epilogue scene and, the way Hunter and Omega talk about her joining the Rebellion... You can tell this is not the first time they're having this conversation. And I just can't help but wonder what the previous one(s) must have looked like.

Because something tells me it wasn't peaceful.

I just can't imagine Hunter having any other reaction than an immediate, definitive "absolutely not" the first time he hears about Omega wanting to join the Rebellion. Just like I can't imagine Omega being okay with that reaction.

Were they arguing about it? Were they butting heads and not backing down from their respective points? Because they would. Absolutely, they would.

Did their brothers have conversations with both of them separately? Did Wrecker tell Omega to give Hunter a break because he's old and worried? Did Crosshair convince Hunter that he can't keep a grown woman grounded just because he's scared about her? Did Echo tell him that if this is Omega's calling, he has to let her do her thing?

She tried to sneak off. As if she didn't want to go through this again. As if she thought leaving without a goodbye would be easier on everyone and this way no one can stop her. After all, she made up her mind. She's going. But when she turns the light on and spots Hunter sitting there, she's not even surprised. She nods to herself like of course. Of course he's here.

This literally sounds like they've been over this before. But this time the conversation is surely more peaceful. They both have the other's perspective in their minds now.

This is my choice and I know it scares you but I need you to understand.

I know I won't change your mind but I don't want you to go, I want you to be safe.

This must have been said before as well. Maybe in anger. Maybe in pleading. Or desperation. I wouldn't be surprised if Omega got very frustrated with Hunter for treating her like she's still a kid. Nor would I be shocked if Hunter had trouble articulating his point of view in all his worry and panic. But here, it's a confession. It's very vulnerable. It's the truth Hunter doesn't want to hear and gives a reason why.

Omega is a grown woman now. Skilled, capable, brave. Hunter doesn't doubt that. But to him, she's always going to be his little girl no matter how old she is and I am still speechless at the fact that we actually see him not only struggling with it but also admitting to it.

Back on Pabu, after they escaped Tantiss, Hunter told her: "We've all fought enough battles for one lifetime." And now, years later, Omega echoes this back to him. "You've all fought enough." Almost like she's reading Hunter's mind and knows that if he can't stop her, he's going to want to join her.

The way he wants to reach after her here when she gets up. Like he wants to say wait, no, don't go yet!

But this is her fight, just like she says. She's never been able to sit still, we know that, we've seen that. Just like Echo back in season 2, she can't stand the thought of staying down and doing nothing when there are people out there fighting for freedom. People she can help. She's a skilled pilot now (I can bet she'll become most famous in the Rebellion for her flawless Tech-Turn), she has absorbed everything her brothers have taught her over the years like a sponge and now she wants to use that. After years of living away from the fight, she's finally ready to get back out there and make a difference in the galaxy. Fight for peace because that is her calling.

She's ready, but Hunter is not.

You can tell it's literally tearing him apart to watch her go. That's his baby, the whole reason he's living the life he has now. He gave his blood, sweat and tears so she could grow up safe and happy and away from the Empire's clutches. And now she's going back right into them, willingly.

But she's all grown up. And he has no choice but to let her go do her thing. So he holds her close and I don't doubt sends out a prayer that she comes back to him safe and in one piece. He closes his eyes and commits the feeling to memory because who knows when will be the next time he gets to do this?

And it might be destroying him inside but he's so damn proud. And he knows she's got this. She doesn't need her old man to watch her back anymore.

And yet still this old man, with gray in his hair and beard, this old man whose posture is hunched and who is moving slowly and having difficulty standing up because of his accelerated age, is telling his very grown up and very capable daughter that if she needs him, he's going to pick up his blaster, don the armor and join her in the fight.

Because that's what fathers do.

#the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #the bad batch spoilers #bad batch #bad batch spoilers #the bad batch season 3 #tbb hunter #tbb omega #hunter and omega

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prettyfilmz · 10 days ago

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SWEET LIKE CANDY 3 • JEY USO

author's note: hello my loves! we have officially made it to the third part of SLC (so excitingggg) I must say...I really outdid myself with this part, I am so excited for you guys to read. I hope you enjoy💗

synopsis: in which a celebration at the strip club leads to the beginning of a love affair between a wrestler and a dancer.

pairing: jey uso x black fem!oc (cherise aka candy)

tags: 18+(MDNI), slow burn, flirty banter, teasing, kissing, lots of touching, dirty talk, pussy eating, jey is a certified munch ™, daddy kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys!), breast sucking, biting, fingering, choking, spanking, lotssss of dirty talk, multiple orgasms, daddy kink, pet names ( pretty girl, baby, mama, baby girl ), roughhhhh sex, squirting, creampie, aftercare, they're falling in luvvvvvvv.

word count: 6k words (she's longgggg)

read part one here!

read part two here!

soundtrack playlist

The club smelled like money and perfume, the air thick with bass-heavy music and the hum of people celebrating anything and everything. Cherise moved through it all, ready to head out, her bag slung over her shoulder and her feet aching from a long night of dancing. She paused when she saw Trinity perched in Jimmy’s lap near the bar.

It had become a routine.

Trinity and Jimmy were all over each other every night, and Cherise could barely remember the last time she’d seen either of them without the other. Jimmy had made it clear—Trinity wasn’t just a fling for him, even if their relationship was unconventional.

And then there was Jey.

Her phone vibrated in her hand, and her chest tightened.

Jey: What time you off, baby girl?

Her lips curved into a small smile.

They’d been texting constantly since that night in the VIP room, their conversations flirty and teasing, but deeper, too. They talked about any and everything. And somehow, in between all of that, she found herself softening toward him, her usual walls starting to slip.

Before she could type a reply, Trinity’s voice pulled her from her thoughts.

"Girl, you gon’ stand there lookin’ dreamy or you gon’ say hi?"

Cherise blinked, stuffing her phone into her bag as she walked over. "Ain’t nobody dreamy over here."

Jimmy smirked, his arm draped lazily over Trinity’s waist. "Mmm, you sure about that? ‘Cause you lookin’ like somebody who just got a text from my brother."

Cherise rolled her eyes. "Don’t you got somebody else to bother?"

"Nope." Jimmy grinned. "That’s why I’m botherin’ you. So, what’s up with y’all? You givin’ my brother a hard time, huh?"

"Ain’t nothin’ up."

Trinity raised a brow, clearly not buying it. "Girl, you know Jey don’t text just anybody like that. If he’s hittin’ you up, it’s ‘cause he likes you."

"It’s not like that," Cherise said quickly, but her cheeks were burning. "We’re just talkin’."

"Mmm, sure." Trinity gave her a knowing look before leaning back against Jimmy’s chest. “He likes you. He might act all tough, but Jey’s a softie underneath it."

“Duly noted,” Cherise muttered, ignoring the way her chest tightened at the thought. She said her goodbyes and headed out of the club, finally free for the night.

The cool night air hit her skin as she stepped out, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. She was halfway to her car when she noticed a black SUV parked nearby, headlights cutting through the darkness.

And leaning against the driver’s side door?

Jey.

He was in a hoodie and sweatpants, looking so casual and comfortable it made her heart stutter. He grinned when he saw her, his eyes doing that crinkle which made her heart skip a beat.

"Yo, what took you so long, mama?" he called out.

Cherise stopped, her brows furrowing. "What are you doing here?"

"Waitin’ on you," he said simply, pushing off the car and walking toward her. "C’mon, baby girl. You know I had to see you."

She crossed her arms, trying to ignore the fluttering in her chest. "And you thought just poppin’ up at my job unannounced was a good idea?"

"Hell yeah." He smirked, his voice dropping into that slow, teasing drawl. "You miss me, baby?"

"Please." She rolled her eyes, but her lips betrayed her, curving into a small smile. "What do you want, Joshua?”

"You."

Her stomach flipped.

"And some Waffle House," he added with a grin. "I’m starvin’, mama. Let me take you to get somethin’ to eat."

Cherise hesitated, but the warmth in his eyes melted her resistance. "Fine."

♡

The late-night crowd was light, the clatter of plates and quiet hum of conversation filling the air as they slid into a booth. Cherise ordered a simple plate of waffles, bacon, and eggs, while Jey went for the All-Star Special, stacking his plate high.

"Damn, you eatin’ light tonight, mama," he teased, leaning back in his seat. "That all you got in you?"

"*I’m not tryna eat myself into a coma like somebody across from me,” she shot back, smirking. "What, you burnin’ all them calories in the ring or somethin’?"

"Somethin’ like that." He shrugged, then leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "So, what’s up with you? You been actin’ all mysterious since I met you. Tell me somethin’ real, baby girl."

She raised a brow, cutting into her waffle. “What you wanna know?"

“Everything.” He grinned. "I don’t wanna talk to Candy right now. I wanna talk to Cherise."

Her hand paused for a moment, the vulnerability of his request catching her off guard. "Cherise is boring," she said lightly with a shrug, trying to brush it off.

"Nah, see, I don’t believe that." He tilted his head, watching her closely. "Tell me why you started dancin’, baby. You don’t seem like the type to be in a place like that."

She hesitated, then set her fork down, meeting his gaze. "I needed the money. Nursing school ain’t cheap, and I wasn’t tryna take out a million loans. The club gave me the flexibility I needed, and it pays the bills."

"Nursing school?" His brows lifted in surprise. "Damn, mama. You out here savin’ lives and shit?"

"Not yet," she said with a small smile. "But I’m workin’ on it."

Jey leaned back, his expression softening. "See? That’s the shit I’m talkin’ about. You over here actin’ like you ain’t special, but you got your shit together, baby. That’s sexy as hell."

Her cheeks warmed under his praise, and she quickly looked away. "It’s not that deep, Jey."

"Yeah, it is." His voice was quieter now, more sincere. "You somethin’ special, Cherise. I knew that the second I saw you."

She didn’t know how to respond, so she stayed quiet, focusing on her food.

♡

The drive back to her place was quiet but comfortable, the tension between them simmering just beneath the surface. When they pulled up outside her apartment, she hesitated before unbuckling her seatbelt.

"You good to go, baby?” Jey asked, glancing at her.

"Yeah…" She took a breath, then looked at him. "You wanna come up? It’s late, and I don’t want you driving back home at this hour.”

His brows lifted, a slow grin spreading across his face. "You sure, baby?"

“5 seconds and I’m changing my mind,” she said quickly, opening the door.

He chuckled, grabbing his keys and following her inside.

Her apartment was small but cozy, the faint smell of vanilla filling the air. Jey’s eyes immediately landed on the messy table near the couch, textbooks and notebooks scattered everywhere.

"Damn, mama, you really hittin’ the books like that, huh?" he teased, dropping onto the couch.

"Don’t start," she muttered, setting her bag down and slipping out of her sneakers. "You want somethin’ to drink?"

"Nah, I’m good."

She joined him on the couch, and for a moment, they just sat there in comfortable silence. But the air between them was charged, the tension from the car now crackling in the quiet space.

"C’mere," he murmured, his voice low and rough.

She let him pull her closer, her breath hitching as his hands slid to her waist, pulling her flush against him.

"You know how bad I been wantin’ this, mama?" His lips brushed against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "Three months, baby. I been waitin’ three long-ass months to get you like this."

Her hands pressed against his chest, feeling the solid warmth of him beneath his hoodie. "Then what are you waitin’ for?"

Jey groaned softly, his lips crashing into hers.

"You gon’ let me kiss you again, mama?" His voice was low, teasing, a soft rasp that sent shivers racing down her spine.

"You already are," Cherise murmured, her lips brushing against his as she spoke.

"Mmm… you smart, huh?" Jey chuckled softly, but the sound was swallowed by the way he finally closed the gap, his mouth claiming hers in a kiss that was hot and unrelenting.

It wasn’t careful this time.

His lips pressed firm against hers, his tongue sliding between them to taste her, to take from her, like he couldn’t hold back anymore. Cherise let herself fall into it, her fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie as his hands slid down her sides, gripping her hips like they belonged there.

"Mmm, baby…" Jey groaned against her mouth, breaking the kiss only to trail his lips down the curve of her jaw to her neck. "You smell so fuckin’ good. You been tryna kill me, huh?"

"Jey—" Her breath hitched as his teeth grazed her pulse point, nipping lightly before soothing the sting with his tongue.

"Shhh…" His hands gripped her thighs, tugging her across his lap so she was straddling him. "I got you, mama. Just let me take care of you."

Cherise’s head tipped back as his lips continued their path, sucking gently at the sensitive skin of her throat, marking her in places only he would know were there. His hands slid up her back, tugging at the hem of her shirt.

"Off," he muttered, his voice thick with heat. "Lemme see you, baby."

She hesitated for half a second, her walls flickering back into place, but the look in his eyes, filled with admiration, had her giving in.

She lifted her shirt over her head, tossing it aside, leaving her in a simple lace bra that hugged her full breasts perfectly.

"Damn, Cherise…” Jey’s hands slid up her sides, his thumbs brushing the swell of her breasts. “You so fuckin’ pretty.”

Cherise felt her cheeks heat, but before she could say anything, his lips were on her collarbone, then lower, tracing the edge of her bra.

"You gon’ let me taste these, baby girl?" he murmured, his teeth gently tugging at the strap of her bra.

He didn’t wait for her to answer.

His hands reached behind her, expertly unhooking her bra and sliding it off her shoulders. The cool air kissed her bare skin for only a second before his lips replaced it, warm and wet as he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.

"Ohhh… fuck," Cherise moaned, her back arching as his tongue swirled over the sensitive bud.

"Mmm, that’s it, pretty girl…" Jey’s voice was muffled as he moved to the other side, his teeth grazing her nipple before biting down just hard enough to make her gasp. "You sound so pretty, mama. I could listen to you all night."

His hands gripped her hips, grinding her against the hard length straining beneath his sweatpants. "You feel that, baby? That’s all you."

"Jey…" Cherise whimpered, rolling her hips against him as heat pooled low in her stomach.

"You so fuckin’ soft, mama…" His hands slid lower, gripping her ass firmly before smacking it hard, the sound echoing in the quiet apartment. "And you move so good for me, damn."

Her nails dragged across his chest, tugging at his hoodie. "This ain’t fair," she breathed, her voice shaky. "Take this off."

"Whatever you want, baby girl." Jey leaned back, yanking the hoodie over his head in one fluid motion, leaving his chest bare.

Cherise’s eyes roamed over him, taking in the broad planes of his chest, the smooth expanse of his tanned brown skin, the tribal art that decorated over his pecs, torso and arms. "You done lookin’, or you tryna touch on my tattoos?” he teased, his grin wide and cocky.

"Shut up," she muttered, but her hands were already trailing over his chest, her nails dragging lightly down his toned stomach to trace the two palm trees inked onto his side.

Jey growled low in his throat, his hands sliding back between her thighs. "Nah, baby, I think you need a reminder who in charge tonight." He shifted her off his lap, laying her back against the couch as he knelt between her legs.

"These gotta go," he murmured, tugging at the waistband of her sweats. Cherise lifted her hips, letting him slide them down along with her panties, leaving her completely bare beneath him.

Jey sat back for a moment, his gaze devouring her. "Goddamn, mama…" His voice was thick, low, full of want. “You so fuckin’ beautiful.”

"You talk too much," Cherise said breathlessly, her thighs clenching under his gaze.

"Mmm, you gon’ learn to love it, mama."

And then his mouth was on her. Jey’s lips pressed against the inside of her thigh, soft and slow, his warm breath making Cherise shiver. "Shit, baby girl… you this sweet all over?"

Cherise’s head tipped back, a soft whimper escaping her lips. "You always this talkative?”

"Only when I got somethin’ to say, pretty girl." His grin was wicked, his tongue sliding out to tease her just barely where she wanted him. "And I got plenty to say about this pretty lil’ pussy."

"Jey—"

"Shhh…" His hands spread her thighs wider, his lips brushing the slick heat of her folds. "Relax for me, mama. Let me take care of you." The first swipe of his tongue was slow, deliberate, dragging from her entrance to her clit, and Cherise jerked, her thighs trembling under his firm grip.

"Mmm…" Jey groaned, his tongue swirling around her swollen clit before sucking it into his mouth. "Yeah, baby. I know that’s what you wanted.” Cherise’s hips bucked against his mouth, but Jey held her down, his broad shoulders anchoring her as he worked her with slow, messy precision.

"Oh my God…" Her fingers threaded through his short curls, pulling tight as her body arched under him. "Jey—fuck—"

"Mmm, nah, you talked all that shit earlier, let daddy handle you,” he murmured against her, his voice sending vibrations straight to her core. Her entire body shuddered, and Jey chuckled low, dark. "Yeah, that’s what I thought. You like that, huh, pretty girl?"

Cherise couldn’t answer, couldn’t think.

His tongue moved with purpose, flicking and circling her clit, while his fingers slid up her thigh, teasing her entrance before slipping inside.

"Shit… you so tight, mama," he groaned, pumping his fingers deep and slow. "You been holdin’ out on me, huh?"

"F-fuck—" Cherise’s nails dragged down his scalp, her thighs trembling as heat built low in her belly.

"You close, baby girl?" Jey’s voice was gravelly, thick with lust as he curled his fingers just right. "C’mon, mama… I wanna feel you cum for me."

"Ohhh—fuck! Jey—daddy—"

Her body shattered, her climax crashing over her in waves, her thighs locking around his head as he stayed right there, his mouth and fingers working her through every pulse and tremor.

Jey groaned, licking her through her high, his hands sliding up her waist to steady her. "Good girl…"

Cherise’s thighs still trembled. She could still feel the ghost of his lips against her clit, still feel the way he’d moaned against her, dragging her through that orgasm until her whole body shook.

Jey was leaned back on the couch, legs spread wide, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips, his bare chest rising and falling as he watched her with those hungry, hooded eyes. His lips were still slick from from tasting her, his fingers still damp with her arousal, and she swore she could see the way his cock strained against the fabric of his sweatpants, a thick, hard outline that made her mouth water.

"Shit, pretty girl," Jey murmured, his voice thick and heavy. “You lookin’ at me like you hungry or somethin’."

Cherise licked her lips, crawling between his legs, letting her hands slide up his thighs—feeling how tense he was, how much he was holding back.

"Maybe I am," she murmured, her nails scratching lightly over his skin.

Jey exhaled a slow, shaky breath, watching her closely. "Yeah? You gon’ take care of me, baby?"

"Mhmm." Cherise dragged her nails higher, feeling the way his thighs tensed under her touch. "I think you earned it."

"Fuck…" He let his head tip back for a second before fixing her with that lazy, knowing smirk. "Go on, then, baby girl. Show me what you got."

Cherise wasted no time.

She hooked her fingers in the waistband of his sweats, tugging them down just enough to free his cock, and fuck…he was big. Thick, heavy, veined and perfect, with a soft curve that made her stomach flip. The tip was flushed, already leaking, evidence of how much he wanted her.

She dragged her fingers along his length, just teasing, just watching the way his stomach tensed beneath her touch.

"Shit, baby…" Jey hissed, his hips jerking slightly as she wrapped her hand around him, stroking slow, lazy, teasing.

“I wonder how much you been thinkin’ about this,” she says, her voice smooth, sultry. She leaned in, letting her warm breath brush over his tip.

Jey exhaled a rough, shaky breath, his grip tightening on his thigh. "You got no fuckin’ idea, baby girl. I been dyin’ to feel that pretty mouth."

"Mmm." Cherise smirked, then dragged her tongue along the underside of his length, slow and deliberate, tasting the salt and heat of him. Jey groaned deep in his chest, his hand flexing at his side like he was resisting the urge to grab her hair.

Good.

She wanted to make him lose control…just a little.

She let her lips brush against the tip, teasing, before flicking her tongue against it, soft and slow. Then, without warning, she wrapped her mouth around him, taking him in deep all at once.

"Fuuuck—" Jey’s head slammed back against the couch, his hips bucking up as his hand flew to the back of her head. "Ohhh, shit, baby girl… just like that."

Cherise hummed around him, sucking hard, her tongue dragging along every ridge and vein, hollowing her cheeks as she took him deeper.

Jey cursed under his breath, his grip tightening in her hair.

"Shit—look at you, baby… takin’ me so fuckin’ good." His voice was rough, strained, almost desperate.

Cherise let him slip from her lips with a filthy pop, her hand stroking his length slow, teasing. "You like that, daddy?"

Jey let out a deep, shuddering groan, his thighs shaking beneath her. "You tryna fuckin’ kill me, baby…"

She grinned, then took him back into her mouth, sinking even lower this time, letting her tongue press against that thick vein, letting her gag just slightly when he hit the back of her throat.

"Fuck, Cherise—" Jey’s voice broke, his hips jerking up, his grip in her hair guiding her, pulling her down deeper.

She let him.

She let him fuck her mouth, let him use her the way he needed, let herself get messy, spit dripping down her chin, her throat tightening around him every time he pushed a little deeper.

"Yeah, that’s my girl," he groaned, his voice shaking, his abs flexing under her touch. "Takin’ me so fuckin’ good, pretty girl. Such a good fuckin’ girl for me."

She moaned around him, letting her hand slip between her own legs, her fingers sliding through the mess he had already made of her.

Jey noticed immediately.

His grip tightened in her hair, pulling her back just enough to make her gasp.

"Ohhh, what you doin’ down there, huh?" His dark eyes locked onto hers, his chest rising and falling. "You gettin’ yourself off while you suck on daddy?”

Cherise bit her lip, panting, still stroking his cock slow.

"Answer me, baby." His grip on her hair tightened just a little more.

"Mhmm," she whispered, her thighs trembling. "I can’t help it."

Jey exhaled a slow, shaky breath, then pulled her up tugging her into his lap, pressing his fingers between her thighs, groaning when he felt just how wet she was.

"Damn, mama,” he murmured, sliding his fingers through her slick folds. "You really this messy for me?"

Cherise whimpered, rocking against his hand. "You already know."

"Mmm, I do." He pushed two fingers inside her, slow and deep, making her gasp, her body clenching around him.

"Jey—fuck—"

He curled his fingers, his thumb circling her clit, his eyes locked on her face as he worked her open. "This mine now, pretty girl," he growled, his free hand gripping her throat just enough to make her shiver. You understand me?"

Cherise could barely breathe. "Y-yes.!“

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Daddy...fuck!”

Jey groaned, his fingers fucking into her harder, faster. "You so fuckin’ good for me, baby. You ready for this dick, huh?"

"Yes..please,”

"Good."

And then, in one fluid motion, he flipped her over onto her stomach, his hand pressing between her shoulder blades as he lined himself up behind her.

"You gon’ to take all this dick, pretty girl?" His voice was a deep, hungry rasp, his cock pressing tapped against her folds, teasing.

Cherise whimpered. “Yes, please Jey…”

"Good girl."

And then he pressed into her, and everything else just seemed to not matter.

Jey stared up at her, his hands resting heavy on her waist, his grip just enough to remind her that he was still in control, even with her on top. "Go ‘head, baby," he murmured, his voice a low, husky rasp, thick with heat. "Show me what you got."

Cherise’s thighs trembled, but she didn’t let that deter her. She lifted her hips just slightly, dragging herself up his thick, aching length before sinking down slow, deep, taking every inch.

Jey let out a deep, guttural groan, his head falling back against the couch. "Ohhh, shit, baby… you feel too fuckin’ good."

She moaned, rolling her hips, letting herself feel every inch of him stretch her open, fill her completely. "J-Jey—"

"Mmm, you takin’ me so good, pretty girl," he murmured, his hands sliding up her thighs, gripping them, feeling them shake under his palms. "Shit, you holdin’ me tight as fuck."

Cherise bit her lip, picking up her pace, her nails digging into his chest as she bounced on his dick, each movement making her whimper. "F-fuck, you so deep—" she gasped, her head tilting back.

"Yeah, baby? I’m right where I need to be, huh?" Jey groaned, his hands gripping her hips tighter, guiding her movements. "Keep ridin’ daddy, pretty girl. Don’t run from it."

She sure as hell didn’t.

She rode him deep and slow at first, dragging it out, making him feel every damn stroke, every squeeze of her tight, warm pussy. "Shit, Cherise—" Jey cursed under his breath, his jaw clenching. "You tryna make me lose my fuckin’ mind, huh?"

She smirked through her whimpers, rolling her hips in slow circles, making his cock drag against her most sensitive spots. "M-maybe I am…”

Jey grunted, his abs tensing. "Yeah? You think you in control, huh, baby?"

Cherise gasped as he grabbed a handful of her ass, smacking it hard, the sound echoing through the room.

"Ahhh fuck—“

"Nah, keep goin’, baby," he muttered, his voice thick, strained. "I wanna see you fuck me...just like that. Make yourself cum on my dick."

Her thighs burned, her breath shuddering, but she did exactly that—rolling, grinding, bouncing on him, faster, deeper, her walls tightening around him.

"Ohhh, fuck—fuck—Jey, I’m—"

Jey groaned, his fingers bruising her waist, forcing her down onto him harder, deeper. "Yeah, that’s right, pretty girl. Cum on me."

Her whole body tensed.

A sharp, shattering moan spilled from her lips as her pussy pulsed around him, her orgasm ripping through her so hard her vision blurred.

Jey watched it all, felt it all.

"Fuuuuck, baby girl," he groaned, his eyes dark, watching the way she trembled, the way she soaked his cock, dripping all over his thighs. "That’s right, baby, look at you… makin’ a whole fuckin’ mess on me."

She could feel it—her slick dripping down his length, wetting his stomach, coating his skin.

And she was still shaking, still sensitive, still gasping for air.

Jey wasn’t done.

He flipped her over onto her stomach, pressing her down against the couch, his cock still deep inside her.

"Nah, baby," he murmured, his lips brushing the back of her neck. "We ain’t finished yet."

Cherise whimpered, her legs still shaking. "Jey, I—"

"I got you, pretty girl," he muttered, his voice soft but commanding. "Just take it."

He pressed back into her. Deep. Slow. Every single thrust dragging against her sensitive, overstimulated pussy, making her cry out, making her body shake.

"Jey—fuck—too much—"

"Nah, baby, you can take it," he groaned, his fingers slipping around her throat, tilting her head back just enough for his lips to brush her ear. "You my good girl, ain’t you?”

Her whole body shuddered.

"Y-yeah—fuck, yes I’m your good girl-“

"That’s right," he murmured, his pace picking up, rougher, deeper. "Then take this dick just like that."

Cherise let out a high, wrecked moan, her nails clawing at the couch, her body on fire, shaking, so fucking close to breaking.

"You close again, pretty girl?" Jey felt the way her pussy clenched up around him, the way she got even wetter, even sloppier.

"Mhmm—fuck, I’m-!”

"Go ‘head, baby," he grunted, his grip tightening on her throat. "Lemme feel you cum again. Gimme one more."

Her orgasm hit her so hard she screamed his name, her body tensing up, her pussy squeezing him tight, shaking uncontrollably as she gushed all over him, soaking the couch, dripping down her thighs.

Jey groaned deep, dark, filthy.

"Goddamn, baby," he muttered, watching the mess she made. "You just keep squirtin’ on me, huh? My baby girl so nasty huh?”

Cherise couldn’t speak.

She was twitching, whimpering, lost in the pleasure.

Jey was right behind her.

"Fuck, baby—" His grip on her waist tightened, his strokes turning rough, erratic, deep as hell. "Shit—gimme that nut, baby—take it—"

And then he buried himself deep, groaning loud as he came, filling her up so good she felt it everywhere. He collapsed against her back, his breath ragged, heavy, his arms wrapping around her, holding her close.

Jey’s grip on her waist never loosened. Even after they both caught their breath, after the sweat cooled between them, after the last tremor of pleasure ran through her legs—he still had her locked in his arms, his chest warm and solid against her back.

Cherise was still floating, her body heavy, satisfied, her cheek resting against Jey’s bare shoulder. She could feel his heartbeat steady and slow beneath her fingertips.

"You still with me, baby?" Jey murmured, his lips brushing her temple, his voice thick, deep, kinda smug.

Cherise let out a slow breath, her body still boneless and warm. "Mmm… barely."

Jey chuckled, his grip tightening, his fingers brushing slow circles into her hip. "That’s what I like to hear."

She rolled her eyes, but she didn’t move.

Didn’t wanna.

And Jey wasn’t letting go either.

For a long moment, they just lay there, tangled in each other, comfortable and quiet, with only the soft hum of the city outside filling the room.

Until Jey, being himself, opened his mouth.

"You know, you ain’t even say thank you."

Cherise’s head shot up, her brows scrunching. "Huh?"

Jey smirked down at her, looking too damn pleased with himself. "I mean, I just rocked your lil’ world, baby. A ‘thank you, Daddy’ would be real nice."

Cherise shoved at his chest, rolling her eyes. "Oh my God, shut up."

Jey cracked up laughing, gripping her waist before she could wriggle away. "Aww, c’mon, baby girl. I’m just sayin’. Show some appreciation."

Cherise gave him a look. “Boy, I just let you nut in me and you worried about a thank you?"

Jey grinned, biting his lip. "Mmm, yeah. That was real generous of you."

She groaned, grabbing a pillow and shoving it in his face. "You get on my damn nerves, Jey."

Jey just laughed harder, pulling the pillow away and flipping her onto her back, pinning her down.

"You love it, pretty girl," he murmured, his grin softening, his eyes lazily tracing over her face.

Cherise’s stomach flipped.

Because he looked at her different now. Not just like he wanted her, but like he liked her. Like he was studying her.

Like he wanted to keep her.

Her heart started beating too fast, so she rolled her eyes again and shoved at his chest. "You gettin’ real comfortable, huh?"

Jey didn’t move, didn’t even try. "Mmhmm." He smirked. "You actin’ like you ain’t just gimme your soul five minutes ago."

Cherise gasped, pushing him harder. "Jey—shut the hell up!"

Jey was laughing, dropping his forehead against her shoulder, his broad back shaking. "Aight, aight, baby, I’ll stop. Damn."

Cherise huffed, but she was smiling now, her fingers brushing over the back of his neck.

Her fingers trailed across his stomach, her nails lightly scratching over the tribal ink that stretched down to his side, tracing every sharp line and intricate detail.

"I always loved your tattoos," she murmured, her voice soft in the quiet. "But I never got a real good look before."

Jey smirked, his voice now in a softer tone. “Yeah? You a fan of ‘em, mama?”

“I think they’re beautiful,” she whispers, dragging her nails up his arm now, following the curve of the ink that stretched over his thick bicep. Her fingers stopped on his bicep, tracing over the butterfly inked inside it.

Jey hummed, his eyes flicking down to where she was touching. "That one caught your eye, huh?"

"Yeah," Cherise murmured, her thumb brushing over the design. It stood out from the rest—softer, more delicate than the other bold tribal ink on his body. "What’s the story behind it?"

Jey was quiet for a beat, his fingers playing with the ends of her braids.

"That one’s personal," he said finally, his voice softer. "Most of my ink is family shit, tribal heritage… but the butterfly?" He exhaled, his gaze distant. "That one’s just for me."

Cherise didn’t press. She just traced it again, softer this time.

"The butterfly…" He licked his lips, gazing up at the ceiling like he was choosing his words carefully. "I got it after a real… rough time in my life. Before I broke out as a singles wrestler, before the Bloodline shit, before everything. I was just… lost."

Cherise listened intently, her fingers still brushing over the ink.

Jey exhaled slowly.

"I had to change. Had to break out of some old shit, get my mind right. I told myself I wasn’t gon’ stay stuck in my past, in my own doubts. That I was gon’ transform into the man I wanted to be."

He glanced at her, then back at the ceiling.

"The butterfly’s for that. A reminder that I ain’t that same person no more."

Cherise’s chest tightened.

She understood.

More than he knew.

She was quiet for a moment, then leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the inked skin.

Jey stilled for a moment.

“You’re somethin’ else you know that right?” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Only you would be the person to get me all sentimental and shit.” Cherise just grinned softly, pressing a kiss to his chest. “Maybe that was my plan all along.”

Jey hummed, his arms tightening around her, his fingers brushing her lower back.

A beat of silence.

Then—

"Aight, baby girl, as much as I love layin’ here wit’ you naked and sweaty, we need to hit that shower ‘fore we get stuck to this couch."

Cherise snorted, smacking his chest. "Ew, don’t say it like that."

♡

Ten minutes later, they were freshly showered, Cherise in one of her oversized t-shirts, Jey in nothing but his boxers, both curled up in her bed.

Cherise lay on her stomach, twisting a section of her damp braids, while Jey lay on his back, one arm slung over his forehead, the other lazily stroking up and down her back.

"You really just popped up at my job," she murmured, glancing at him.

Jey smirked, eyes half-lidded. "And?"

Cherise rolled her eyes, biting back a smile. "And you real bold, Joshua."

Jey grinned, his dimples deep. "You liked it, though."

She didn’t answer.

Didn’t need to.

He already knew.

After a moment, she shifted, laying her head on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat.

Jey’s hand slid into her hair, playing with the braids at the nape of her neck.

They lay there in silence for a minute, just breathing each other in.

"You gon’ let me see you outside the club again?" Jey finally asked, his voice low, careful.

Cherise hesitated, her fingers tracing the ink on his chest.

"Maybe," she murmured. “"I don’t usually do this."

Jey tilted his head, eyes heavy-lidded as he watched her. "What, let dudes blow your back out then sleep in your bed?"

Cherise burst out laughing, shoving his chest. "Shut up, dumbass."

Jey chuckled, gripping her wrist before she could pull away, pulling her right back where she was.

"That ain’t what I meant," she muttered, biting her lip.

Jey’s fingers hooked beneath her chin, tilting her face up to his. "Then tell me what you meant, baby."

Cherise hesitated once again.

She didn’t know how to explain it.

How she never really let people get close, how her bed was usually just hers, how she didn’t even let dudes stick around long enough to see her without her stripper persona wrapped around her like armor.

How it felt different with him.

Like her walls weren’t up the way they should’ve been.

Jey must've seen something on her face, because he stroked his thumb along her bottom lip, soft, slow.

"You think too much Cherise,” he murmured, leaning down, brushing his lips against hers.

Cherise exhaled a slow breath, letting herself sink into him, letting herself kiss him back.

This one was different.

Slow. Deep. Lazy.

Like they had all the time in the world.

Jey groaned softly into her mouth, his hand slipping under her t-shirt, resting on her bare waist. Not to start something. Just to feel her.

To keep her right there.

"Mmm," Cherise hummed, her lips brushing his as she pulled back. "You always this affectionate?"

Jey smirked, his fingers stroking her skin. “Only with girls I like."

Cherise rolled her eyes. "Mmm. You run game on all your little stripper crushes like this?" Jey chuckled, gripping her hip, squeezing just enough to make her squirm. "Ain’t my fault you special, baby girl," he murmured.

Cherise’s stomach flipped, but she played it off, trailing her fingers over the butterfly on his bicep again.

Jey watched her, his eyes heavy with something unreadable.

"You really like that tattoo, huh?" he murmured.

Cherise shrugged, running her nails lightly over the ink. "I like what it means to you."

Jey let out a slow breath, gripping her thigh, pulling her even closer.

"You know…you remind me of it.” he said suddenly.

Cherise blinked, tilting her head. "What?"

Jey smirked, pressing his lips to her temple, lingering there for a beat.

"You the same way, pretty girl," he murmured, his voice low, smooth. "Tryna act like you ain’t changed, but I bet you ain’t the same girl you was a few years ago, huh?"

Cherise’s breath hitched.

He wasn’t wrong.

She just didn’t think he’d see through her so easily.

She swallowed, her nails grazing his stomach, her voice quieter now. "And who do you think I am now?"

Jey didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he rolled her onto her back, leaning over her, his body caging hers in, one hand propped by her head, the other still gripping her thigh.

His gaze was steady, unflinching.

"I think you a woman who knows what she wants,” he said, voice low, deep, thick with something that made her heart skip a beat. "I think you smart, I think you strong as hell, I think you way too fine for your own damn good, and I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.”

Cherise bit her lip, her pulse skittering beneath her skin.

Jey smirked, leaning in, his nose brushing hers.

"And I think you vibin’ with me," he murmured, his lips grazing hers. "Even if you don’t wanna admit it."

Cherise exhaled a slow breath, her fingers sliding into his curls, gripping just enough to make him groan.

"I might be," she whispered.

Jey grinned, kissing her forehead, his hand sliding higher up her thigh.

"Mmm. Guess I’ma have to stick around and find out then, huh?"

Cherise smirked, tugging his face closer.

"Guess so."

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jeonginsleftcheek · 2 months ago

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A new beginning (drabble)

a/n: this is just a short fluffy (a bit angsty but happy ending) drabble i spit out after a 9 hour shift (horrible and i am exhausted). happy new year, my friends!❤️✨

Of course he's here.

How could he not be? After all, he's in your friend group and that makes it kind of hard to avoid him.

You weren't even supposed to be at the party but Jeongin gave you the cutest pout he could muster and you were too weak at the sight of his adorable face.

He even added in a 'please' and a fake sniffle, making Felix gag in the back as Changbin smirked.

You weren't too surprised they invited you dragged you out of the house since you hang out with them whenever they have free time but you really didn't wanna leave the comfort of your blanket.

The holidays always made you feel a little nostalgic, like you were saying goodbye to someone you know, the reality of another year quickly passing by settled in your brain.

It's been months since you last saw Hyunjin, and even then you avoided him like the plague.

Ever since that night two years ago, when you were so stupid to believe his lingering touches and sweet words meant something more.

You let yourself fall for him, believing wholeheartedly that he would catch you so you confessed. Hyunjin looked surprised, kind of like someone slapped him out of a trance while he stuttered out some excuse about 'not being ready for a serious relationship'.

You were so embarrassed at that moment as you mumbled something out and excused yourself. After the embarrassment came the disappoinment, then the sadness and doubt.

You started to think about every moment spent with him, how he was always so attentive towards you, how you could spend hours talking to him, that one time he held your hand, the way he smiled at you...

Were you wrong to think he loved you like you loved him?

Since then, you used every and any excuse to avoid him whenever everyone was hanging out together. You only went if he wasn't there, you couldn't even look at him after he rejected you.

But now, you had nowhere to run, not when his eyes caught yours as everyone walked out to the balcony to watch the fireworks.

A minute left until midnight. A minute left until your life changes completely. A minute left until your heart explodes together with the fireworks.

It felt like slow motion, all the other people around you becoming a blur as Hyunjin made his way towards you, a small unsure smile on his plump lips when he finally approached you.

You swallowed your heart and stared at him expectantly.

Thirty seconds left.

"Hey." he said.

God, you missed his voice.

"Hi." you almost ran out of breath.

Hyunjin wanted to say so many things to you.

That he was sorry, that he couldn't stop beating himself up for being terrified of something he always dreamed about, and he needed you to know that he loved you back then and has never stopped.

His tongue got twisted as you stared at him, the air became heavy with unspoken emotions and you were buzzing from being so close to him after all this time.

It was as if you hung out yesterday, talking about your dreams, your favorite albums, your biggest fears.

The countdown started.

Hyunjin's lips parted as he leaned in closer to you and your heart dropped in your stomach.

Five...

Four...

You could see your reflection in his adoring eyes.

Three...

His breath hit your face and like always he pulled you like a magnet, your soul screaming to stay in his presence.

Two...

Everyone was yelling but your focus was only on Hyunjin who was closing the gap that had grown between you.

One...

His lips pressed on yours as fireworks exploded in the background, shining over your heads as your friends cheered for a new beginning.

But no one cheered as happily as you and Hyunjin did, butterflies dancing in your tummy because finally everything you had dreamed of was about to come true.

This was going to be an amazing year, with many more to come.

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spotsspeciall · 1 year ago

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Factory meetings - LN4

vol. 2

Lando Norris x fem!reader

summary: Lando makes a move to Red Bull for 2024 and you work in the Red Bull factory. You meet him, and he’s a dick. But something inside you, needs him.

Notes: Shoutout to @f1goat and the “His teammate” series, for the inspiration!! Fair warning, I'm talking alittle shit about McLaren, but I am a McLaren girly and It’s all lies, I mean nothing by it! I also made up some gibberish about the car, since I don’t know how everything really works haha. This was also longer than I expected, but I can honestly say I'm pretty proud of it.

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. smut, unprotected (wrap it before you tap it folks!) p in v, pet names, language.

word count: 7.3k

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You had been working at the Red Bull factory in Milton Keynes for 2 years. After getting your degree in mechanical engineering, you grabbed the first opening in Red Bull. And now you had built your way up to your current position.

You were sitting on the chair, staring at the little metal pieces in front of you. Trying to figure out the best way to puzzle them together, and make the most out of the car.

Your job was to plan, and build components in the car. And when you gained your current position at the factory, you helped with the success of the RB19.

Working in the factory, you rarely met the drivers. They were here a lot for the simulator and meetings, but your paths rarely crossed. You didn’t need to have contact with the drivers, so you didn’t. Only seeing them from afar, when the whole factory came together for a meeting.

Monday morning, just over a week since the last race in Abu-dhabi, the RB19 had been a huge success. And you were working hard to finish the last details on the RB20 before the new season, working even harder than you did on the RB19. Trying to make the RB20 even better, as impossible as that sounds.

You had a goodbye party for Checo on Friday, as he was retiring. And Christian Horner had announced that Lando Norris was taking his seat.

You had never met Lando, only seen him when you watched the races. And from what you had heard about him, he was kind of a dick.

You and the other women working for Red Bull had formed a strong bond, you and the Red Bull media girl, Sophie, were basically best friends. And since she was on the track every race weekend, she had some encounters with Lando.

She said he was constantly grumpy. He only cared about racing, and the fact that he hadn’t had a win yet, already being in McLaren for 5 years, it started taking a toll on him.

He used to be a kind and sweet person. Loving to chat to people, and loving the interaction with his fans. He was just an all around loving guy. But when his fist win never came, and

The McLaren car never got faster. He turned mean and angry, and stopped caring about anything other than racing. And when Christian gave him a nice offer to fill Checo’s seat, he jumped on it, no hesitation.

You picked up your tools and started assembling the pieces again, to see if your mind had any ideas.

You had your normal shitty Monday morning, and you didn’t have time to properly get ready. So you were sitting here in the Red Bull work clothes, your hair was up, but it had fallen out of your bun and was falling in your face, and you kept trying to pull it behind your ears. You didn’t have time for either makeup or to put your contacts in, so it was glasses today. But it wasn’t that bad, everyone saw you like this every Monday (and most other days too)

But what you didn’t know was that Lando was visiting the Factory today. To have a tour of the factory, and meet everyone working there. You didn’t hear the door open as you were staring a whole into the piece you just assembled. But you did hear your name being called.

You turned around and met the eyes of Christian, but your eyes quickly looked over at the man standing beside him. You hurried to stand up and rip the gloves off your hands. Stretching out your hand to shake his. It seemed like he hesitated for a bit before shaking it, staring into your eyes the whole time.

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you”

“Lando”

Yeah, he seemed pretty grumpy.

As you pulled your hand away, Christian started explaining who you were, and what your job was. You didn’t know if Lando was even listening because he was still just staring at you.

Christian then turned to you and asked you how the work was going.

“Oh yeah!” You were blocking their view of the piece, so you turned to walk around the table to show them.

You started explaining what the piece was and what your goal for it was, as you put on a new pair of gloves to show them the piece.

Putting it back down, Lando looked back at you. A small smile had made its way to his lips.

“Is that going in my car?”

“Well yeah, it’s going in both cars”

“But, I’ll only drive the car if you’re the one working on it” He was now smirking at you and turned to Christian. “I’m serious” His smirk was gone.

“Don’t worry Lando, I’ll make sure of it” He said with a smile as he patted his shoulder. “We should move on to look at the paint booths”

As they headed towards the door, Lando turned around before he left. His face was unreadable, and he had a look in his eyes you had never seen. You had never been more confused, and it took you a while to get back into the right headspace for you to finally crack the code.

There were only a few days left before Christmas break, and you hadn’t seen Lando since that first time.

Today had been a stressful day as you tried to do as much as you could in the little time you had left. You were standing in front of the computer, looking at the readings from a recent test, and there were a few numbers off. The frustration got to you, and you pulled off your glasses, rubbing the bride of your nose. Before you shoved the keyboard away and buried your face in your arms on the desk as you groaned in frustration.

Lando had one last visit to the simulator before break. And before he left for the day, he decided to see if you were there. He was mesmerized by you when he first saw you. Your hair was falling in your face, and the glasses framed your face perfectly. He noticed that you had no makeup on, but you were absolutely breathtaking. And when you started talking about your work, he saw the passion in your eyes. He felt a small pull in his chest, and felt like his old happy self for just a moment when he looked at you.

But it quickly disappeared, and he realized his new mission. He needed to have you.

When he opened the door, he heard a groan as he saw your face land in your arms on the desk. The desk was quite high, and as you were bent over it, your ass was on display for him.

He had to fight himself to not go right over and touch you. But he still walked over and leaned on the desk beside you.

“Something wrong baby?”

You quickly looked up, shocked that someone was in the room with you, and why were they calling you “baby”?

When you met Lando’s eyes, you rolled your own. You had already made up your mind about him, and you were not surprised he was acting like this.

You heard a low chuckle coming from him as he saw you rolling your eyes.

You leaned closer to him, really close. He could feel your breath.

“Don’t call me baby”

You could see he was a little shocked at the closeness, so you smirked to yourself and stretched your hand out to grab your glasses that had landed beside him.

Leaning back, you put your glasses on. “And if you must know, I didn’t get the result I wanted”

You pointed to the numbers on the screen. His mouth was slightly open as he still looked a little shocked, but he turned his head to look at the numbers.

“I don’t know what any of the numbers mean” He turned to look at you.

You laughed before replying “Yeah, I know”

After closing your front door and throwing yourself on the couch. You pulled up your phone and sent a text to your best friend Sophie.

“Lando came by the Factory today and called me baby…”

She answered right away.

"BRO!"

“No way!”

“He’s probably trying to get in your pants”

“WHAT?”

“NO HE IS NOT”

“He’s probably just trying to get a reaction out of me”

“Why would he want to get in my pants when he has models drooling over him?”

“Stop it Y/N”

“You are literally drop dead gorgeous.”

“Lando wishes he could get you! But don’t let him use you like that!”

“hahahaha”

“You’re the best Sophie”

“But yeah, he will not be getting anywhere near these sexy pants!”

“YEAHHHH GIRL”

“go piss girl”

“hahaha”

Closing your phone, you laughed to yourself. And when you laid down in bed, and closed your eyes. You couldn’t help when your sleepy brain started thinking about him.

You looked down. Seeing your naked body, tits jumping at the movement you were making. You saw your hands spread out on the lower abdomen of the man under you. You saw his hands groping your thighs, hips, tits. And when one of his hands traveled up to grab your jaw, you met his eyes. Lando.

Waking up, you sat up in bed, hand flying to your jaw.

As your breathing calmed down, you realized the dream. Running the images through your head over and over again. And that's when you noticed just how turned on you were. Your panties totally soaked, and you felt hot.

Landing back in bed you groaned.

“Fuck you brain. That was so fucked up”

You rubbed your hands over your face before getting out of bed. Just a few more days of work before break.

Your brain had sneaked in thoughts about Lando all through the break, much to your dismay. And he always showed up when you were close to an orgasm by your own hand. And one time, his name slipped out in a whisper. But you would try to deny yourself that it ever happened.

And when it was time to go back to work, you felt like it had been long enough for you to forget everything, just praying you didn’t have to see him for a while.

And you were lucky for once. The end of January was nearing, and you had yet to see him. But you knew it was not long before you would.

The start of February was when the car was launching. And you had worked your ass off to finish the last bits, and the tests and readings were good, great even.

There would be a reveal of the finished car in the factory, for all employees, before it was going to be a public launch. And you knew reveal day meant Lando. But you would be fine, all of the employees would be there, no way you would have any contact with him.

And when the day finally arrived you were excited. The RB20 was going to be revealed, a car you helped make, and that was all you could focus on.

You and Sophie were standing together up at the front of the crowd, looking at the car covered in a protective sheet. Christian got up beside the car and started his speech, and then he reached the moment where he introduced the two drivers for the team. Max Verstappen, the reigning world champion, and the new Lando Norris.

As he walked up beside the car, he was dressed in the Red Bull racing suit, and you couldn’t help but admire him in it. It wasn’t wrong to think the man looked good, incredibly good. You knew he was still an asshole, but you did have eyes.

Max had his speech, and then it was Lando’s turn. It was a good speech, talking about how he was ready for something new, a more competitive car. He then started thanking the people working on the car, and he locked eyes with you, and held it until he was finished speaking.

Lando and Max then lifted the sheet off the car to reveal it. And the crowd started clapping. You marveled at the car for a minute, feeling proud. But you felt his eyes on you. So you looked back at him, and you saw that stupid smirk on his face, he then had the audacity to give you a wink. You rolled your eyes at him, and when you looked back at him, he had a genuine smile on his face, and a glint in his eyes. And for just a moment, butterflies fluttered in your stomach, before you were interrupted with Christian speaking again.

You were standing in front of the car, looking down at it in admiration. The “party” had been moved to a different room, where food and drinks were served. And when you found a quiet moment, you slipped away to go look at the car.

You were all alone as you squatted down to get a better look at the car, and the details of it. You couldn’t believe you had a hand in building it. This was Max’s car, with the big, red number 1 on it.

Standing back up, you felt a hand slide its way to your lower back. Shocked, you turned to look at the person beside you. Of course. Lando.

He had that typical smirk on his face as he spoke to you in a low tone.

“Hope you did a lot of work on my car too” “I was serious when I said I will only drive it if you have”

You rolled your eyes again, it was something he really brought out of you.

“I have!” You put on some fake excitement in your tone. “I even put a little extra work into your car” You gave him a suggestive wink.

“Oh, so my car might be a little faster?” He said in a hushed tone, like you were sharing a secret.

“Yeah” You nodded at him, and pointed to the car in front of you. “This is your car right?”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “No, this is Max’s”

“Oh shit, guess I put it in the wrong car then” You shrugged your shoulders as you couldn’t hold your laughter anymore.

You turned to walk away, leaving the hold he still had on your lower back. The place where his hand had been was burning hot. And when he saw you taking quick steps to get away, he hurried to follow after you.

“Baby, that was not nice” He said with a small pout as he finally caught up with you.

You stopped in your tracks. “I told you to stop calling me that”

“Oh you look cute when you’re angry” His amusement was clear on his face.

If you weren’t angry before, you sure were now. You groaned as you started walking away from him again. And before you entered the door to the party, he shouted to you.

“Can’t wait to see you again soon baby!” You could hear the grin on his face. But you just opened the door and walked inside, hoping to not see him for the rest of the night.

Just a week after, you were back at work, looking over some data on the computer, when you heard a knock at the door, and then it opened and closed.

Turning around, you were met with Christian. “Oh hey Christian!” “Wasn't expecting you to be here!”

He smiled at you, “I am here to ask if you’re free to have a meeting in my office?”

“Right now?”

He looked down at the expensive watch around his wrist. “Yes”

“Um, yeah sure!” “I’m just going to-” You trailed off as you pressed a few buttons on the computer, before turning it off and walking towards Christian. “Shall we?”

Sitting down in the chair opposite his desk, it all started to become a little intimidating. You waited for him to speak as he looked at a few papers, before lifting his head and meeting your eyes.

“Y/N” “First, I want to formally thank you for your work on the RB19. You made the car what it was. Great work” “And I also want to thank you for the work you’ve put into the RB20. I know it will be even better than the 19” He smiled at you, and you smiled back as you nodded, silently thanking him for his words.

He continued, “I have been talking with Lando Norris, and after he had a test in the car, and felt how it worked. And after he also saw how you worked on it, he has asked for you to be his no.1 mechanic.” He paused, waiting for your response.

“No.1 mechanic? as in, at every race, in the garage, being the head mechanic on his car?” You were shocked, confused.

“Yes.” He gave you a warm smile. “When he suggested it, I totally agreed.” “It would be a perfect job for you, and with all the work you have put in, the least I can do for you is to give you a chance to be with the car at every race.” “So, do you want the job?”

You didn’t even think about the fact that Lando was the one to suggest the job for you. You just focused on the fact that you could be the no.1 mechanic.

“Yes” “Yes I do.” A big smile grew on your face.

“Perfect!” Christian clapped his hands together, and picked up the papers he previously looked at. “Take the time you need to read through them before signing”

Taking the papers in your hands, you read through it. And everything looked perfect. So you signed where you needed to. And handed the papers back to Christian.

“Thank you so much for this opportunity!” “I can’t wait to get started” You couldn’t stop smiling.

“Good!” “Can’t wait to see you on the track”

He then told you the plan heading forwards. You had plenty of meetings coming up. You needed to know what to expect in the garage. And you had a few meetings with the people working in the garage. And after all of that was finished, you were headed to the pre-season testing in Bahrain.

Arriving in Bahrain, you felt prepared. And you were even more happy to finally join Sophie at work, as you walked into the garage together.

Testing had been going pretty great so far, you only needed to do a few tweaks on the car to see if the performance was different.

On the other end, Lando had been tolerable. He had his usual flirty, teasing persona around you. But now that you worked together in a small garage, he had toned it down a bit, much to your pleasure.

But when you got a moment alone, he always sneaked up on you and rested his hand on your lower back, called you baby, and did everything to annoy you. Much to your frustration.

You had been single for a few years. And you hadn’t slept with too many people after. But now it had been a really long time since last. Too busy at work to even care, but you were growing more and more pent up and frustrated. And this asshole resting his hand on your lower back was not helping. It was also not helping that he looked drool worthy all the time.

What was helping, was the fact that he was just that, an asshole. But you had no excuse for yourself when you were alone at night, and you just stopped caring. It made you cum fast, and you were happy with that. So you kept thinking about him every time, while whispering his name under your breath.

It was the fourth race of the season, and you were in Japan. The previous races were good to Lando, who had gotten a podium on each one, but no win yet. But he was good in Japan, he knew this could be the one.

It was early on Thursday, and when Lando walked into the garage, he found you working on the car, alone.

You were so focused as you lay bent over the nose of the car, trying to screw something that was in a tricky position. When Lando saw the sight of you like that, bent over, legs spread, he felt his dick twitch.

He quickly turned his head to look around for the sign of any people, seeing no one, he walked up to you, close enough so your feet were almost touching. Looking down at you, he noticed you still didn’t know he was there, so he cleared his throat to get your attention.

When you heard the sound, it spooked you, and you went to stand up from the compromising position you were in. But you didn’t know someone was standing right behind you. So when you lifted yourself off the car, your ass hit something, someone. You felt a pair of strong hands grab onto your hips to stabilize the both of you, as your back was now flush against his chest. When you looked down at his hands, you saw his watch and bracelets and immediately knew who it was.

You heard a low groan coming from him, right by your ear. And you felt a bulge grow right where your ass was resting against his crotch. You panicked, and shoved yourself back to knock his balance off so he would get off you. When he did, you turned around to look at him with anger in your eyes.

“What the fuck was that Norris!?”

You didn’t even let him answer before you turned to storm out. Two reasons why. First, you were flustered and could feel your face heat up, and you did not want him to see that. Second, feeling his hands hold your waist, and the bulge grow in his pants, you were already soaked and horny beyond belief, and you did not want to be around him in a state like that.

Lando stood there, a little shocked, and flustered. He pulled his hoodie down to try and cover up the bulge in his pants, as he headed towards his driver room.

It was time for a car check. And you were picking up the steering wheel to put it in the car. When you turned back around to go over to the car, you saw him.

Lando was standing in his seat, and you watched him lower himself into the seat, holding onto the halo with a tight grip.

You almost dropped the steering wheel in your hand, as your eyes focused on his hands. You had to literally shake your head to get back to the right headspace.

You walked over to the car, and looked down at Lando looking around the cockpit, trying to get in a comfortable position. After he found it, he looked up and his eyes met yours.

His eyes were shining from the lighting on the ceiling. And the feeling that arose was butterflies hidden by anger. Why the fuck was he so breathtaking, but also such a dick. Fuck him.

You clenched your jaw as you kept eye contact with him.

“You gonna hand me the steering wheel love?” There was that stupid smirk again.

You narrowed your eyes at him in anger, and handed him the wheel. He clicked it in place, and looked back up at you and told you something he wanted changed on the car.

Luckily for you, when he started talking about the car, you went straight into work mode. Not a single thought about Lando in your brain. (Only far in the back)

He pointed to show you something that was underneath the steering wheel, right over where his legs rested. And you couldn’t see it. So you stepped farther towards the back of the car, to see it more from his angle. You grabbed a stepping stool that was standing close by, and leaned over the halo. You face resting just beside his.

“What was it again?” You asked him, surprisingly calm, but the working Y/N was in control right now.

He pointed again, and started explaining it. And you stretched a hand out to point to it as well, making sure you understood each other.

Lando didn’t expect you to get that close. And when you stretched your hand out and got even closer, he turned to look at you.

You felt his hot breath on the side of your face, and you could tell in your peripheral that he was looking at you. So you turned to look at him. Your faces so close that your noses almost touched.

But somehow, you kept your cool. “I can fix that for you Lando, you just need to get out of the car.” You smiled innocently at him as you leaned back and stepped away.

When he stepped out, you got your tools ready and lowered yourself into the seat, needing to sit there to get the best access.

As you worked away, Lando stood by the side of the car, arms folded against his chest. There was something going on in his body that he couldn’t recognise. He was still feeling the effects of what happened with the two of you earlier. But there was something different there as well.

On Sunday, you found yourself standing in front of the mirror in the public bathroom. It was not long before race start. And you were staring at yourself in the mirror.

You were angry, frustrated and way too fucking horny. Last night, you caved, again. Imagining your fingers were his. You used it as a way of getting the anger out, and it worked.

But your brain was on overdrive and everything was threatening to boil over. Looking at yourself, you took a deep breath and nodded to yourself, heading back out, ready for work, trying to ignore everything and hoping it would be fine.

You were sitting on the pit wall, as you watched them line back up on the grid after the formation lap. And Lando lined his car up on P1. Max lined up in P4, unlucky in Q3.

The race start was good, the top 5 drivers staying as is. Lando keeping the lead until halfway in the race, Lando boxed to get new tires. And when he moved his way back up the grid again, you heard his voice coming on the radio.

“Something is wrong.”

“The gears are not working properly”

You turned to Lando’s race engineer sitting to your right. You nodded at him, and he nodded back, a silent exchange you both understood.

He contacted Lando to tell him he was looking into it, and would update him as fast as possible.

You looked at as much of the data as you could, as fast as you could. And there you found it. Between all the numbers and graphs, there was one thing off.

You contacted the race engineer on the radio, and pointed to the mark on the screen. He saw it, and you both knew the solution. Luckily an easy one, as he only needed to press a few buttons on the steering wheel to change modes.

The race engineer nodded at you again, but this time, in a way that signaled you to tell Lando. So you did.

“Lando, mode 6, and give it 3.8”

“Understood”

“Thanks Y/N”

You felt like you could hear a smile on his face, but probably not. Right?

When you looked back at the data, you saw everything was fine. And not long after, Lando radioed back to say it was good, and he was ready to get back to the chase.

And he did just that, climbing his way back up. Lucky for him, Max had pitted not long after Lando, making Lando ahead of Max in the race.

You were anxious for the last few laps. He had gotten back into P1, and had made a reasonable gap back to the driver behind him.

The screams you heard on the radio as he crossed the line first, almost made you deaf for a minute. And you had a big smile on your face as you celebrated with the crew on the pit wall, proud of the car you helped in making.

You had gotten the car back to the garage after watching the podium. You, and two other mechanics were pulling the protective sheet over the car. You tried to keep your mind focused on the task at hand, but the image of Lando getting champagne poured on him was seared into your brain. But when you were done with everything, thanking the mechanics before you stepped back. You heard someone entering the garage.

In walked Lando, soaked in champagne and still dressed in his racing suit that was hanging around his hips. When he saw you, he actually smiled. And seeing him like that, you couldn’t help the heat settling in your core.

He almost ran over to you and wrapped his arms around your hips. He lifted you with him in a tight hug, your feet far above the ground, you had to grab onto his shoulders for support.

“There’s my no.1 mechanic!”

His voice was muffled as his face was resting directly against your boobs.

And when you squeezed his shoulders in reaction, he looked up at you as he still held you tight. You couldn’t get any words out. But as he looked up at you, he smiled. A genuine, lovely smile. But something else was shining in his eyes, and his pupils dilated.

He felt you started to slip out of his arms, so he readjusted his grip. He got a firm hold on your ass, and when you felt it, everything boiled over.

“Let. Me. The Fuck. Down.” “Now.”

The mechanics stood there in confusion until they heard that. They shared a look, and hurried to leave the garage. Avoiding you screaming at Lando.

Lando heard the threatening tone in your voice, and he immediately lowered you to the ground.

When he stood back to look at you, he opened his mouth to say something. But you were quicker.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME NORRIS? YOU CAN’T JUST LIFT ME UP LIKE THAT! AND NOT TO MENTION WHAT HAPPENED THURSDAY MORNING! YOU’RE MAKING ME GO CRAZY!” You basically screamed at him, with your finger pointing at him in anger. But you weren’t finished.

“You’re the one who wanted me to have this job, and you’re usually rude and mean, but then you’re teasing me and acting all flirty?!” “You’re so fucking confusing!”

Your brain had exploded at his point. Every feeling that had been pent up for so long, finally boiled over. And since everything hit you, you felt yourself grow wetter and wetter by the second. You let out a heavy breath and lifted your hands to hold onto your head in frustration.

Lando had just taken it all, with his eyebrows lifted in shock. He was making you go crazy? His mind was running, what did you mean? He didn’t know what to do, what to say. But then he saw the small movement you made, and the look on your face. A smirk making its way to his face as his eyes got even darker.

While in your frustration, your body just acted for you. And as you were standing there, looking anywhere but at him, your face red and hot, your whole body on fire. Your thighs squeezed together for some desperate neediness for something, anything.

And when that caught Landos eyes, he took two long steps towards you. His arms wrapping around you, the palms of his hands resting on the top of your ass.

When he was suddenly in front of you, so close. You dropped your hands in shock, and just stared into his eyes, then his lips. They were slightly parted, and you saw the quick moment his tongue darted out to lick his lips. Before you quickly looked back into his eyes, cursing yourself for the moment of weakness.

When you locked eyes again, his eyes were dark, looking down at you. Lando had no patience left. He shoved your body hard, into himself. You chests touching, and the grip he had on your ass, where he was holding you tight against him, you felt almost every detail of his already growing bulge through his pants. If you weren’t soaked already, you sure were now.

You had no control when you let out a small moan at the contact, and that was all Lando wanted, and needed to hear, as he leaned down to capture your lips in an aggressive kiss.

It was like he was hungry, starving for you. And Lando had wanted you since he first saw you, and with the months that had passed, it all came crashing down at the same time.

The kiss was messy, teeth clashing and rough. But you loved it, feeling another moan slip out of your throat.

As you moaned, Lando took the chance and slipped his tongue inside your mouth, your own immediately tangling with his. It was harsh, but so full of passion. His hands were guiding your hips in a way that gave him some much needed friction. And when your hands slid up to grab onto the hair at the back of his neck, he let out a low groan.

You couldn’t take it anymore, and you pulled on his hair, so you disconnected. Your breathing was heavy as you looked up at him. He was breathing heavy too, and his lips were wet, and slightly red. His pupils blown wide. God, he looked so fucking good, you almost wanted to go back to being angry at him. just because of how hot he was. But you didn’t, he spoke before you could do anything.

“Shit, I need you.” His eyes darted all across your face, looking for any type of reaction. “Please”

He looked so desperate, and he sounded even more desperate. He was begging you.

Fuck it, you needed this too. “Your driver room” “Now”

He was quick to grab your hand and pull you after him.

When you finally entered his driver room behind him, he turned around and closed the door behind you. And when he turned back around, he took long steps towards you, until your lips met again.

Neither of you could control the sounds coming from the both of you. His hands were everywhere, grabbing onto what he could. You hands found his hair again, grabbing it, earning a sweet sound from him.

He walked the both of you backwards until the backs of your legs hit the small couch. He spun the both of you around, he sat down and pulled you to sit on top of him.

When you sat down, Lando looked down to where your hips met as his grip on your ass moved your hips, grinding yourself onto him. You lifted both of your hands to hold onto the sides of his face, and made him look at you.

When Lando looked at you, you almost took his breath away. Your cheeks were tinted pink, and your lips were open, breathing heavily. Some of your hair had fallen in your face and your eyes were shining as you looked at him, he swore, you were a goddess. His hands slid up to hold on to your waist, and he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth in a way to try and control himself. But he lost it the second you whispered.

“Just fuck me already”

His hands immediately found the hem of your Red Bull shirt and pulled it over your head. You understood the signal and stood up from his lap and went to pull your pants off, as he pulled the fireproof shirt over his head.

You were standing in front of him in only your underwear as you looked at him hurrying to pull his race suit and the fireproofs of his legs. When he finally did, he looked up at you, and you swore you could see his dick twitch in his gray boxers.

Your confidence grew in you, so you went to take your bra off. When it hit the floor, you could hear him muttering under his heavy breath “Fuck”. Next, you hooked your thumbs in the waistband of your panties and slowly pulled them down.

It had been awhile since the last time someone saw you naked, but with the reaction Lando was giving you, his eyes looking at you like you were a goddess. It made you feel beautiful, and so powerful. So you stepped forward until you were right in front of him. His eyes kept shifting from your face to your tits.

You sat down in his lap again, your knees resting beside his hips, and your core just barely touching the outline of his dick in his boxers. When you leaned down to capture his lips again, you lowered your hips until you felt his covered dick resting between your folds. And because of the much needed friction you got. You moaned into his mouth.

The kiss was much slower and careful than before, frustration replaced by the need to really taste each other. His hands had found a tight hold on your hips, as he tried to guide them to move.

“Baby, you’re soaked” He said as he looked down at where you were resting above him.

Lifting your hips, you saw that his boxers were absolutely soaked because of you. And you felt your face heat up even more.

“Fuck, I can’t wait anymore” “You reckon you’re ready to take me?”

He looked up at you, and you felt stunned. Just nodding wildly at him, his smirk grew. He looked down again, and pulled his boxers down enough to free his dick. Springing free, it hit his abdomen. You stared down, bewildered. How was he supposed to fit?

His hands found your hips again, and he guided them to rest right above him. One of his hands wrapped around his dick, and he moved his hands up and down a few times, as he looked up at you. You were staring down at his hand wrapped around himself, and you felt your pussy clench, waiting to finally have him inside of you.

He moved his dick so the tip was resting against your hole. Looking up at him, he still had that smirk on his face.

“Think you can handle it?”

You didn’t reply before you dropped your hips down until he bottomed out inside of you. His pelvis hitting your clit. You both moaned simultaneously. The stretch was a lot, he was big, and you hadn’t had a dick in you for ages. But God it felt so good.

Lando swore no one had been able to fit around him so perfectly, and when you took all of him, he felt you clench around him, almost holding him in. He felt another moan slip out of him. His mouth was hanging open in awe as he looked at you. Your head was tipped back, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.

“Shit, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted you” He almost whispered.

He slid a hand up to hold on to the side of your face, tipping it down to make you look at him. And his other hand gave your hip a squeeze.

“Please move”

You didn’t have to make him beg for you, he just did on his own. Was he really this weak for you?

A smirk grew on your face as you wanted to know just how weak he was. You just grinded your hips slowly, and you watched his face as his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. You kept your small movements up, but he tried to lift your hips up and down on him. But you were stubborn, and you didn’t budge.

Your hands grabbed onto his shoulders, as the movement was so good for you. Your clit getting friction everytime you moved back and forth. Your breath coming out in whimpers.

You closed your eyes again, but opened them when you felt his hand on your face again. The look on his face was pleading.

“Please baby.” “I need more” His voice was so soft and sweet, and you couldn’t help the smile on your lips.

“Say it again.”

“Please please please please baby”

His hands were running up and down your torso as his eyes were locked on yours.

You gave in and moved your hips up to slam them back down. And the groan that made its way out of lando could’ve made you cum already.

You couldn’t hold back anymore, as you kept up the rhythm, riding him with your hands gripping his shoulders. His hands slid around to your ass and grabbed a hold as he helped you move up and down on his dick, and his hips moved up to meet yours.

You knew the door to the driver room was pretty thin, so you bit your bottom lip to try and hold back some of the sounds threatening to escape. Lando noticed, and snaked a hand around to circle his thumb around your clit. He saw it on your face, the effect it had on you. But he also felt it, as you got even tighter around him. You didn’t moan from it, but he sure did.

You were so focused as you tried to keep quiet, but with the added pleasure it was so difficult, also because of the sounds he was making.

“Come on baby, let me hear you” He said in a low tone, as he was looking up at you.

That broke you. And he got the sounds from you that he desperately needed to hear.

As you looked down at him, you saw his eyebrows scrunched together as he was staring at himself disappearing inside you, and his mouth was hanging open. You lifted one of your hands and ran it through the wet curls on the top of his head, still soaked in champagne and sweat.

You grabbed a hold of them and pulled his head back to make him look at you. All of the feelings you had for him came rising to the surface, just as you felt your climax closing in. The feelings of anger and frustration. So with gritted teeth, you spoke.

“Fuck you.”

He enjoyed that.

“You already are sweetheart.”

You gave in and sped up your rhythm. And his thumb moved faster and his grip on your ass tightened. Your hand slid down to cradle his jaw. You ran your thumb across the facial hair growing on his chin, before you pulled him in for a searing kiss before your climax hit like a brick wall.

You disconnected from the kiss and tipped your head back, eyes screwed shut, as your vision was going white, and you whispered a quiet “Fuck, Lando” as you came.

Lando felt you tighten around him as you came, and he looked up at you, mesmerized, as he saw your face contourting as you came around him. And he followed right after, coming inside you.

You felt him filling you up, and his thumb had slowed down, but was still rubbing soft circles helping you come down from your orgasm. After a few seconds of catching your breath, as he did the same, you opened your eyes to look at him again, and he was already looking at you. The ghost of a gorgeous smile on his face.

His hands rested on your thighs, and his thumb rubbing soft circles again. Neither of you said anything, you just looked at each other.

“You’re going to be the death of me”

He was whipped.

Notes: I realized this could be made into a series or something. So let me know if you want more!! Thank you for reading<3

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- All Is Fair In Love And Revenge ❥

Plot: Who knew that losing somebody you love could lead to such sweet revenge?

Warnings: Heartbreak, cheating, angst, friends to lovers, romance, & fluffy smut!

A/N: from the second that i checked my request form and saw this idea, i sprinted here to start working on it. thank you so much @isabella-2025 for, not only your request in general, but allowing me to bring it to life. i had so much fun & i hope you enjoy it! 💐💗

fair warning: i 100% got carried away and she’s a little lengthy 🙈 (don’t say it gianna) (i have the mind of a fourteen year old)

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“Well I better start getting ready,” I announce to my close friend Trinity, standing up and grabbing my phone from one of the many tables in catering. “My match is in under two hours.”

“Alright girl,” she replies, walking around the table and over to me. “If I don’t see you before your match, good luck tonight. You’re gonna kill it, okay?”

She wraps me into a warm embrace and I nod, immediately returning the favor.

“Thank you Trin,” I coo, my chin resting on her shoulder, a soft smile on my face. “That means the world coming from you.”

“Anytime babygirl,” she replies sweetly, pulling away. “I’ll tell Josh to stop by your dressing room when you’re all ready.”

I chuckle, shaking my head. “Girl, the day you stop fighting for us to be together, I think I’ll drop dead.”

She shrugs, letting out a soft giggle. “You guys would be perfect together. And you know how I feel about…him.”

I’m currently dating Kevin Owens. I have been for about 7 months now.

But since this whole feud with Cody Rhodes has been pushed, he’s gone bat shit crazy. And not just in kayfabe.

Anything and I mean anything sets him off - he’s almost become toxic.

And any time I approach him about it, he gaslights me.

“Gianna, you’re delusional.”

“Stop making assumptions. You know I care about you.”

“Have you ever looked in the mirror and realized that you’re the crazy one?”

It’s exhausting, but I feel….helpless.

And while all of this has been happening, Trinity has been the biggest advocate for her brother in law, Josh, and I to get together.

He’s become one of my absolute best friends over the years, but I just don’t think we see each other in that way.

I mean, I’d be down to give us a try, but not at the cost of our friendship.

“I know,” I reply, my voice just above a whisper. “I just feel stuck, Trin. That’s all.”

She sighs and places a protective hand on either of my shoulders. “I know you do, babe. But if you ever need anything, anything at all, a good ole ass kicking is just a call away. And Josh is too.”

She says that last part super low with a smirk, followed by a playful wink.

“Girl, what am I gonna do with you?” I tease between giggles, shaking my head.

She flicks back her hair. “Who knows? But you love me!”

We share a laugh, give each other one last hug, and say our goodbyes.

On the walk back to my dressing room, I hear two people flirtatiously giggling.

Specifically, coming out of Kevin and his best friend Rami’s dressing room.

Narrowing my eyes, I lean in closer to the door and hear a high-pitched voice. A distinct voice.

A voice that belongs to none other than the woman who I’ll be attempting to dethrone tonight: Tiffany Stratton.

“You’re gonna kick her washed up ass tonight baby,” Kevin mutters, resulting in more giggles from her. “I’ll make sure of it. This championship isn’t going anywhere.”

My stomach drops and tears uncontrollably roll down my face as I hear them share a kiss.

He’s gonna make sure of it? What the fuck does that even mean?

I go to grab ahold of the doorknob to interrupt them, but stop in my tracks.

He’s made it abundantly clear that doesn’t give a shit about you anymore. This is just Exhibit A. Don’t bother.

Before anyone can see me, I sprint to my dressing room.

Once there, I close the door, lean against it, slide down, and dig my head into my knees.

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** Josh’s POV **

“Aight I’ll go see her now,” I tell my sister-in-law, getting up and fixing my hoodie.

My best friend, Gianna, has a title match for the Women’s Championship tonight.

And while I have all the faith in the world in her, Trin suggested that I wish her good luck regardless.

As I get closer and closer to her dressing room, I swear I hear crying.

With an eyebrow raised, I press my ear against the door.

Sure enough, the sniffles and quiet sobs become louder.

What the fuck is going on?

I knock on the door. “Gi? Gi, are you alright? Can I come in?”

All of a sudden, the cries stop and I hear shuffling around before she finally opens the door.

Immediately, from the second I lay eyes on her, I can tell something is wrong.

From her red nose, to her puffy and flushed eyes, this girl was not just crying. She was sobbing.

“H-hey,” she greets me, her voice just above a whisper. “Come in.”

I do so, my eyes never leaving hers.

As she turns back around from closing the door, I cross my arms over my chest. “Everything alright?”

She nods quickly before sniffling and walking back over to her vanity.

“You sure?” I ask, slowly walking over. “Because I swear I heard crying near the door.”

She stops in her tracks for a moment and shakes her head, going back to curling her hair. “You must’ve been hearing things. No one is here but me and I’m fine.”

I pucker my lips to the side and nod, looking down.

If she doesn’t wanna talk about it, who am I to force her?

While doing so, something on the floor across the room catches my eye: a gold necklace.

As I bend down to pick it up, I realize that it’s a locket.

The same locket that Kevin gave Gianna when they first started dating. Except now, the heart that once held a picture of them is shattered.

“What’s this?” I ask, still attempting to get answers out of her.

She looks at me through the mirror as I hold up the chain and her eyes go wide.

“Nothing!” she replies, turning around and quickly taking it from me.

She shoves it into a drawer and turns back to the mirror.

“Nothing, huh?” I ask, folding my arms again. “So that’s not the necklace that Kevin gave you?”

She shakes her head in response, tucking her lips in, as a tear rolls down her face. “N-no?”

What did this mother fucker do to my girl?

“Gi,” I exclaim quietly, pulling a chair up next to her. “What happened with you and Kevin? You know you can talk to me.”

She takes a deep breath before turning to me and looking deep into my eyes.

“He cheated on me,” she whispers, now fully crying again.

My breath hitches and heart stops at her words.

“He what?” I ask in disbelief, anger slowly building up inside me.

“I was on my way here from catering after talking to Trin and,” she takes another deep breath before continuing. “I walked past his dressing room and heard him with Tiffany.”

My leg starts bouncing and I rub my knuckles, just thinking about what I could do to him right now.

What the fuck is this asshole thinking? Cheating on a girl like her?

“Who the fuck does he think h-“ I start, but stop when her tears start up again.

I can’t show that I’m angry. Not yet anyway.

She needs me right now.

I sigh and pull her into my arms, rubbing soft circles onto her back as she sobs into my chest.

“Shhh,” I comfort her, before kissing her temple. “He didn’t doesn’t deserve you. He’s not worth your tears. Don’t give him the satisfaction. You hear me?”

She sniffles and nods in response, taking deep breath against my hoodie.

“Gianna! You’re on in ten!” a producer calls from outside her door.

She sighs and pulls away, grabbing a tissue from her desk. “I don’t know how I can win anything this way.”

“Hey,” I gently scold her, holding her shoulders. “You can do this. You will do this. You boutta be the next Women’s Champion. And ima be there to support you every step of the way. Anyone tries to take this moment away from you, I’ll deal with them. Got me?”

She gives me a soft smile and nods, sniffling once more. “Thank you, Josh. For everything.”

I smile back and pull her into my arms. “I gotchu. Forever.”

Once we pull away, she adds final touches to her look and I walk her out to gorilla.

“You got this,” I remind her once more, stroking her arms. “Just go out there and be you.”

She nods and kisses my cheek, before walking out of the curtain.

I watch on the monitor and smile, listening to the crowd go crazy for my best friend.

She’s got this.

—————————————————————————————————

It’s about fifteen minutes into the match and, because I have a match tonight myself, I’ve migrated to my dressing room to watch.

While getting my hair ready, I cringe as Gianna takes a few low blows from Tiffany.

She automatically recovers though, with an insane spear.

I smile, thinking back to the moments we shared in the gym, and the exact moment I taught her that specific move.

She couldn’t get it at first - kept charging either too high or low.

But the second she figured it out, she was like a kid in a candy store. Over the moon excited.

The way she smiled that night? Man.

The sound of the crowd cheering snaps me out of my thoughts, causing me to look back up at the TV.

Gi delivers a fire superkick to Tiffany’s face, causing her to fall back. Hard.

Moments later, she goes for the cover.

Come on Gi.

Just one more. Hang in there.

As the ref is just milliseconds away from hitting the mat for the third time, he’s pulled out of the ring from behind.

What the fuck?

My eyes narrow in confusion, until the camera pans to him.

The scum bag that hurt my best friend: Kevin Owens.

“Oh fuck no,” I mutter to myself, before setting down my spray bottle and sprinting out of the room.

** Gianna’s POV **

“What the hell is Kevin Owens doing here?!” Michael Cole practically screams from the announce table.

I sit there in disbelief as my ex boyfriend raises his arms, a cocky smirk on his face, looking directly into my eyes, as the referee lays there in pain.

“USOOOO!”

The crowd automatically goes from boos to deafening cheers, as I turn and see Josh running down the ramp.

“Get up, Cole! It’s time to yeet!” Pat McAfee cheers from the top of the table, moving his arms up and down with the crowd.

I watch on as he whoops Kevin’s ass at ringside with a chair and steel steps, and even puts him through the announce table.

Once he’s out cold, Josh turns to me and smiles.

“You’ve got this,” he mouths, followed up with a wink.

A tired but grateful smile appears on my face, until reality strikes once more and Tiffany pulls me back into the middle of the ring by my hair to continue the match.

After a couple of hard hits, she lays me down and climbs up to the top rope to deliver her finisher: the Prettiest Moonsault Ever.

Before we can make contact, I roll away just in time, and she lands face first onto the mat.

I take a deep breath before climbing up the turnbuckles and delivering an Uso Splash.

Josh and I’s eyes meet once again, a gorgeous smile on his face, before he helps up the ref and slides him back into the ring.

One!

Two!

Three!

The crowd erupts in cheers, as Josh runs into the ring and tackles me in a hug.

I immediately hug back, crying tears of joy into his chest.

“HERE IS YOUR WINNER!” Alicia Taylor screams into the microphone. “AND NEWWWW! WWE WOMEN’S CHAMPION: GIANNAAAA NICOLEEEE!”

The ref hands me my title and lifts up my free hand, Josh lifting up the other.

I smile and, once my hands are free, hug him once again.

“I’m so proud of you,” he mutters into my neck, hugging me back ten times tighter.

I squeal and laugh as he lifts me onto his shoulder and walks around the ring, hyping up the crowd even more.

—————————————————————————————————

I lay back on my pillow, a soft smile on my face, as I scroll on Twitter.

Yes, there’s hate and disappointment from Tiffany’s fans, but there’s ten times more love and support from mine.

I’m so incredibly grateful. <3

As I set down my championship for a photo, I hear knocks against my door.

I silently pray that it’s not drama waiting to happen, before getting up and answering it.

Stood before me is my best friend, holding a bottle of champagne and pink roses.

“Room service for the new Women’s Champion?” Josh teases in an awful French accent, a playful smirk on his face.

I giggle and shake my head, stepping aside to let him in. “You’re too much, boy. Come on in.”

He chuckles and sets everything on a nearby table before turning to me. “I’m real proud of you, you know that?”

I close the door and walk over, wrapping my arms around his waist. “Mhm. You told me a good 35 times since my match ended.”

He smiles and wraps me into a hug, to which I respond to automatically.

We just kinda stand there for a while, him rocking us back and forth.

“You down for some celebrating?” he asks, grabbing the bottle of champagne and holding it up once we pull away. “I brought your favorite.”

I smile softly and watch on as he pops the top and pours up two glasses.

He takes a seat on the edge of my bed and pats the spot next to him, signaling for me to join.

When I do, he raises his glass. “To you, the most deserving champion in the world.”

I smile at the compliment and raise mine as well. “To the best best friend in the entire world. I wouldn’t be here without you.”

He flashes me a beautiful smile, before we clink our glasses together and each take a sip.

As we set them down, he turns back to me. “How are people on social media taking the win?”

I let out a sigh and shrug. “Some hate, more love. The usual.”

He gives me a sympathetic smile and nods. “Capitalize on the love and let the haters hate, mama. You know how it is.”

I blush at the nickname and nod, looking down. “Yeah.”

He gently lifts my chin and stares deep into my eyes. “Look atchu. You’re glowing, champ.”

I smile and lean into his hand, as he cups my face. “Nah, I think it’s just the compliments.”

He chuckles. “Well, you deserve every one of them.”

We just kinda sit there, staring at each other.

And soon enough, my heart moves faster than my brain, and my lips are on his.

He kisses back almost automatically, but pulls away after a few seconds.

“Sorry,” I mutter, looking down. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

Please don’t be mad.

He shakes his head. “It’s not your fault, ma.”

Thank god.

Awkward silence fills the air until he clears his throat, breaking it. “It’s getting late. I should go.”

I nod understandably, completely bummed on the inside. “Okay.”

I walk him out and he turns to face me once he’s out the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow? We can grab breakfast with Uce and Trin or something?”

I smile and nod again, holding the door open. “Sure. That sounds nice.”

He smiles back and nods, opening his arms.

I walk into them and rest my chin on his shoulder, letting out a deep but quiet sigh.

Usually our hugs are filled with such comfort and meaning, but this one feels empty.

—————————————————————————————————

I wake up to the sound of my phone receiving a text.

After letting out a loud yawn and good stretch, I grab it off my nightstand and smile when my lockscreen appears.

Josh 🥰♥️: Morning champ. How does Waffle House sound?

I shake my head, smiling.

Gi 🩵: Morningg 🫶🏽

Gi 🩵: Sounds good. I’ll be ready in about an hour.

Josh 🥰♥️: Perfect. See you then. 🩵

I pick out a cute outfit from my luggage and get ready.

“There she is!” Jon, Josh’s twin brother, calls out, opening his arms. “Our new champ!”

I roll my eyes playfully and smile, accepting his offer.

He rocks us back and forth before placing a brotherly kiss on the top of my head. “Congrats, sis. I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks Jon,” I reply, pulling away and smiling even harder.

Next is Trin, who squeals before giving me a tight squeeze. “You look so gorgeous, babygirl. Out here stealing my glow.”

She playfully nudges me when saying that last part, earning a giggle and second hug from me.

“Thank you Trin,” I reply sweetly, as we pull away. “And don’t you worry, nobody is stealing your glow.”

We share a laugh and she walks over to Jon, who places a hand on her back and a kiss to her temple.

And finally, Josh.

“You up for another ‘I’m proud of you’?” he teases, wrapping me into his arms.

I giggle and hug back, resting my head on his chest and inhaling his heavenly cocoa butter scent. “What is this? Number 36? Don’t mind if I do.”

He chuckles and kisses my temple.

From behind him, Trin is watching us with puppy dog eyes and her bottom lip dramatically stuck out.

I shake my head and playfully roll my eyes, earning a soft giggle from her.

“Well,” Jon begins, rubbing his stomach, once Josh and I pull away. “I’m starving. Let’s head out.”

“Boy you’re always starving!” Josh teases, earning a playful whack upside the head from him.

Trin and I walk behind them, laughing and shaking our heads at them.

“They’re such teenagers,” she exclaims, throwing an arm over me.

I chuckle, watching Josh laugh, flashing his gorgeous smile. “They really are.”

Once we get to Waffle House, it’s relatively empty, so we pick out a random booth - Trin and I sat on one side, Jon and Josh on the other.

Instead of our own separate meals, we decide to just order food to share throughout the table including: chocolate chip waffles, hash browns, scrambled eggs, grits, and lots of lemonade.

“So girl,” Trin begins, before wiping her mouth. “What the hell was Kevin doing trying to cost you last night?”

I stop chewing and look up at Josh, who stares right back and just keeps sipping his drink.

I clear my throat before responding. “Well, to make a long story short, we unexpectedly split on my way back from our time in catering. But everything is cool.”

I really don’t want the news about Kevin cheating on me to get out.

The locker room would never let him live it down and, as much as that asshole deserves it, my championship reign just started.

I don’t need a bunch of nosy ass wrestlers watching my every move and gossiping.

Josh nods in agreement as I take another spoonful of grits into my mouth. “Yeah, she ain’t gotta worry about none of that now. I took care of it.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Jon and Trin share a look.

The sound of a family about five tables away from us takes over the awkward silence, and I decide to break it.

“Well,” I announce, standing up. “I’m gonna run to the bathroom before we go.”

The twins acknowledge me before Trin stands as well, sliding out of the booth. “I’ll join you.”

As we’re walking away, the boys engage in their own conversation.

“Man, why girls always going to the bathroom together?”

“How should I know, Uce?”

Once we get to the bathroom, I head to the sink and Trin watches, leaning against the wall, arms folded across her chest.

In the mirror, I see her watching me, resulting in me slowly turning around. “Please don’t tell me I have something in my teeth.”

“Girl hush,” she replies sassily. “I know you’re not telling me something.”

Fuck.

I turn back to the sink and fix my hair in the mirror. “Like?”

She taps her fingers on her arm. “Oh, I don’t know. Perhaps why you and my brother in law are barely speaking? And why any time you two look at each other, you look identical to the ketchup bottle sat on our table right now?”

My eyes go wide and I turn to her again. “I do?”

She huffs and rolls her eyes. “Bitch, spill!”

“Fine,” I reply, before sighing in defeat and taking a seat on the counter.

“After our matches last night, Josh came to my hotel room and…” my voice trails off.

Her eyebrows raise and she moves closer out of curiosity. “And?”

I shake my head, smiling softly. “We may have kissed. A little.”

She squeals, clapping and jumping up and down. “I fucking knew it! Finally!”

“But,” I interrupt her, causing her to stop. “It only lasted a few seconds. Before he pulled away.”

Her face drops in disappointment. “He pulled away? Why?”

I shrug, wrapping my arms together. “The kiss wasn’t his idea. I wasn’t thinking, Trin.”

She sucks her teeth and drops her arms. “Well, shit! I was hoping to start planning the wedding soon!”

I give her a mean mug. “A wedding? Bitch, slow down!”

She laughs and walks up to me, reaching out to hold my shoulders. “Girl, you’ve gotta get alone with him again. Let him know how you feel.”

I shake my head, running a hand through my curls. “It’s not that easy, sis. I’ve been best friends with him for over five years now. If I ruin that all because of some delusional ass feelings, I’ll hate myself forever.”

“Babygirl,” she replies. “You and I both know those feelings aren’t delusional, don’t we?”

When I respond with only a sigh, she folds her arms across her chest again. “Exactly.”

“Listen,” she continues. “I’ll set it up. You just be ready around 7 tonight. Tell him how you feel. If he doesn’t feel the same way, at least you have some closure.”

I nod understandably. “I guess you’re right.”

She smiles and wraps me into a hug. “Everything will work out. Trust me.”

I hug back, a soft smile on my face. “I hope so.”

—————————————————————————————————

Pacing around my hotel room, I check the time on my phone for the umpteenth time: 6:56pm.

Only four minutes left.

Bitch, get a grip!

It’s like Trin said: if he doesn’t feel the same way, at least I have some closure.

And if he does-

My thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door.

Fuck, he’s early!

I take a deep breath and check myself in the mirror before heading to answer it.

“Hey girl,” Josh greets me, taking his hands out of his pockets and opening his arms.

Smiling, I accept his offer and we share a hug. “Hey. Come on in.”

He does and immediately takes a seat on the bed. “Everything okay? Trin said you wanted to talk?”

“Y-yeah,” I reply, closing the door and taking a seat next to him.

He turns to face me and reaches out to stroke my arm, a soft but beautiful smile on his face. “Everything good?”

I take a deep breath, nodding. “Yeah, everything’s fine. I just…I guess I wanted to talk about what happened last night.”

His smile fades and he looks deep into my eyes. “The kiss, huh?”

I nod, looking down at my hands. “Yeah.”

He sighs and takes my hand, intertwining our fingers together. “Look at me.”

When I do, he takes a strand of hair away from my face.

“I didn’t pull away because I wanted to,” he continues.

I tilt my head in confusion. “What do you mean?”

He licks his lips and runs a hand over his face before going on. “I enjoyed the kiss. I really did. I just….you went through a lot yesterday. Between finding out you were cheated on, sobbing in my arms, then almost being costed your title. I didn’t want you to think I was taking advantage of you.”

Taking advantage of me? Him?

I let out a quiet sigh of relief before running my hand through his curls. “Josh, I know you. How could you ever think like that?”

When he doesn’t respond, I continue.

“I kissed you because,” I stop and take a deep breath before continuing. “Because I’ve never had feelings like this for someone before. I thought I loved Kevin. I really did. Until I learned that my feelings were one-sided.”

He tilts his head. “What makes you say that?”

I sigh, pulling my hands back into my lap and fiddling with my fingers. “There’s something I never told you. I never told anyone, actually.”

Tears form in my eyes and I do my best to blink them away. “Any time Kevin wanted to get intimate with me, I’d push him away. I was scared. So scared. Scared of being used.”

Josh cups my face, as an attempt to comfort me. “Gi…”

“The only thing is,” I continue. “Whenever I didn’t give in, he’d make fun of me. Call me a baby. Gaslight me. He said he never wanted to be with me anyway. That there was hundreds of other girls in the division that would ‘appreciate him’ the way I couldn’t. And, I guess he proved that.”

As tears uncontrollably start rolling down my face, he sighs and pulls me into a hug.

I immediately hug back and quietly sob against his chest, as he rubs circles onto my back.

“Baby,” he begins, pulling away and cupping my face. “The only thing he proved yesterday is how trashy he is. How he could ever do something like that to someone as beautiful, loyal, kind-hearted, and incredible as you, I’ll never know.”

I wipe my tears with the sleeve of my hoodie and sniffle before he continues.

“But what I do know, is that you deserve a real man. Someone that’ll take their time with you. Someone that’ll make you feel like you have purpose. Make you feel important and loved.”

He moves his hands from my face and intertwines our fingers. “And if you let me, I’m willing to be that someone.”

I slightly raise my eyebrows in shock.

He? He as in Josh? As in my best friend? Wants to be with me?

I try to speak but the words won’t come.

How could they?

Instead, I lean in and press my lips to his.

He immediately kisses back, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me in closer.

Except this time, he doesn’t pull away. Not right away anyway.

When he does, it’s nice and slow. Slow enough to wake up the butterflies in my stomach that have been asleep for months.

“Is that a yes?” he teases, a smile on his face.

I giggle and nod. “Yes. A million times yes.”

He smiles and pulls me back in.

“I love you so much,” he mutters against my lips.

I smile in the kiss. “I love you too, Josh. I always have.”

Eventually, the kiss turns heated, his tongue ever so slightly grazing mine.

I let out a soft moan as he lightly tugs at my lips when we pull away.

“I wanna take my good ole time witchu baby,” he mumbles in between kisses to my neck. “But only if you’ll let me.”

I tilt my head to give him more access, my bottom lip in between my teeth, and my eyes fluttering closed. “P-Please.”

“Please what, hm?” he asks, stroking my sides. “Talk to me.”

“I need you,” I whisper, looking deep into his eyes. “I-I need you. So badly.”

A deep and sexy smirk grows on his face, as he tucks a curl behind me ear. “What my babygirl wants, my babygirl gets.”

My breath hitches in my throat before he gets off the bed and holds out his hand to me. “Cmon, lil mama.”

** smut warning! **

I take his hand and he leads us to the bathroom, where he starts a steaming hot shower.

Once the water is on, he turns back to me and helps me get undressed.

Soon enough, I’m fully naked and he scans my body up and down.

“Fuck baby,” he coos, half moan-half whisper. “Look at you.”

I smirk, stepping closer to him and wrapping my arms around his neck. “You like what you see, hm?”

He bites his lip and nods, looking down at me. “I love it. And I love you.”

“I love you,” I reply, standing on my tippy toes and connecting our lips once more.

He kisses back, grabbing handfuls of my ass in the process.

When we pull away, I tug at the hem of his t-shirt. “I believe you’re a little overdressed, sir.”

He smirks and looks down at his outfit. “I believe you’re right, ma’am. Help me?”

I giggle and kiss the corner of his mouth, before sliding my hands underneath his shirt and lifting it over his head.

From the sight of his tattoos, to his muscular chest, I’m already soaked.

I trail kisses down to his lower half, slowly getting on my knees in the process.

As soon as his sweats are off, I immediately take the waistband of his boxers between my teeth.

“Damn girl,” he mutters, a smirk plastered on his face. “You on demon time, huh?”

I nod, slowly but surely sliding down his underwear.

My eyes widen at the sight of his dick - at least eight inches, the prettiest shade of caramel with a pretty pink tip, the most perfect curve, and so so veiny.

He chuckles at my reaction and cups my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “Like what you see mama?”

“Mhm,” I hum in between more kisses, this time down his length.

“Fuck baby,” he moans breathlessly, throwing his head back slightly. “That’s right. Claim yo dick like a good girl.”

I smirk at his words and slowly take him into my mouth, grabbing it by the base and twirling my tongue around his length.

His moans become uncontrollable, as he grabs a fistful of my hair and bobbing my head up and down. “Your mouth takes this dick so good, lil baby.”

“She knows what belongs to her,” I coo, scooping foamy spit from my chin and stroking him with it.

“That’s right baby,” he replies, running his fingers through my hair. “This dick is all yours.”

I smile and pucker my lips, to which he responds with leaning down and placing a deep kiss on them.

About a minute or two later, I feel his hips buck against my face, signaling that he’s close.

“F-fuck bae just like that,” he moans, grabbing ahold of the shower door. “Daddy’s so close for you.”

As if on cue, a warm and salty liquid fills my tongue, and soon my throat.

“Cmere mama,” he coos, gently grabbing my face and lifting me up.

When we’re finally face to face again, he showers my lips in numerous kisses.

“You did so good for me,” he praises, brushing my curls out of my face before simply staring at me, taking in my features. “My beautiful babygirl.”

I smile softly and brush our noses together. “Thank you, baby.”

He smiles back and kisses me once more before we get into the shower.

He gently presses me against the wall before getting on his knees.

“Daddy’s turn,” he mutters sexily, lifting one of my legs onto his shoulder.

My bottom lip slides in between my teeth, as he feathers kisses to each of my inner thighs.

A wave of pleasure immediately washes over me, as his tongue dips in between my folds.

“D-daddy fuck,” I whisper, my hips already squirming, and my fingers tugging onto his curls for dear life.

“Feels good baby?” he reassures, pulling away and sliding a finger into me. “You taste so fucking good.”

Moans uncontrollably pour out of me, the tongue and finger combo making me practically ascend.

A few moments later, I feel a pit in my stomach, signaling that I’m reaching my climax.

“You close mama?” he mutters against my skin, fingers still doing the Lord’s work.

I nod frantically in response. “U-uh huh.”

“Go on and cum for daddy baby,” he orders, stroking my thigh with his free hand. “Let loose for me.”

And on command, I do.

He licks me clean and stands up, immediately wrapping his arms around my waist.

“You feel okay baby?” he reassures, stroking my sides and kissing my temple.

I nod and wrap my arms around his neck, running my fingers through his mullet. “More than okay.”

He smiles and pecks my lips. “Good. You ready for daddy to fuck you?”

I automatically nod in response, causing him to chuckle.

He picks me up and holds me against the wall.

“Legs around my waist baby,” he instructs, lining his dick up with my entrance.

I do as I’m told and take a deep breath as he slowly enters me.

“Fuck mama,” he groans. “This pussy was made for me. Shit feels like a glove.”

I moan in response, digging my face into his neck.

With every thrust, I feel more and more ascended to heaven.

“You gonna cum with daddy, baby?” he eventually asks, rubbing deep circles onto my hips.

I nod, my nails digging into his back.

“Use your words mama,” he demands. “Only pretty girls that use their words get to cum with their daddy.”

“Y-yes daddy,” I utter in between moans. “I’m s-so close.”

He applies a couple kisses to my sweet spot, just below my ear.

His thrusts become sloppier, signaling that he’s close once more. “Cum, baby. Cum with daddy.”

We release in sync, him in me and me on him.

** smut over! **

Panting like crazy, I climb off of him and lean against the wall.

He licks his lips and cups my face. “You good, mama?”

I nod, a tired but satisfied smile on my face. “So good. Thank you for taking care of me, baby.”

He smiles and gently grabs my face, pulling it up to meet his lips.

In the midst of rinsing out his hair, I take a moment just to acknowledge how gorgeous he is.

His gorgeously brown eyes, perfectly round nose, beautiful plump lips.

All of this is really mine now. It feels like a fever dream.

“You’re so handsome,” I coo, staring into his eyes and running my fingers through his curls.

He looks down at me smiling, stroking either side of my face. “That was random.”

I smile back. “Well, that doesn’t make it any less true.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “I appreciate you, mama. Thank you.”

With yet another kiss, we finish up our shower and hop out.

“Talk about the most perfect day,” Josh exclaims, joining me under the blanket and wrapping me in his arms. “Waffle House for breakfast and bagged the most beautiful girl in the world.”

I smile softly and place a kiss on his chest. “You’re something else, Joshua.”

He chuckles and kisses my temple. “Goodnight, ma.”

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crush (part 3) // abby anderson

*･゜ﾟ･* summary: it's the beginning of whatever's going on between you and abby.

*･゜ﾟ･* pairing: canon!abby x reader

*･゜ﾟ･* content: nsfw. fingering (r!recieving), oral (both!recieving), thigh riding, facesitting, i am laying the foundations for spit kink if Anyone Else May Be Into That. i was in heat writing this clearly. manny is really fucking irritating but he doesn't mean it he's just being silly

*･゜ﾟ･* length: 2.8k

this is part three of this series! find part one here

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heyyy i hope you enjoy part 3! i didn't ever intend for this series to be a long one but god i just love abby so much. fun fact i have already planned out and written the epilogue for a second series following on from crush when it's done and i know where it's all gonna go already... and it stays as true to canon as possible... so yeah.... buckle up if you wanna stick around

you don’t exactly keep it a secret, but there’s an unspoken agreement you’re not going to explicitly tell anyone. from your perspective, you’re overly conscious that abby is going to have to come out if everyone knows about the two of you. you know all too well how that feels, how conflicting and scary it is, and you really don’t want to add any pressure where it’s not needed. it’s up to her, and you know she’ll talk to you about it when she’s ready.

plus, it’s all so new. you don’t mind taking it slow, just feeling each other out in uncharted territory.

although you don’t say anything to each other, you’re both aware of the way people must realize you’ve started getting a little more touchy. not anything crazy, just how you’ll go for your lunch break and spot her in the mess hall, coming up behind her and giving her shoulder a light squeeze as you bustle past to get your food, shooting a smile back her way when she looks up. you never did that before. she also never used to sit so close to you when you were in a group conversation, placing her hand on your wrist and swiping her thumb over fondly when she laughed at something you said.

she never used to skip the gym either, but she finds herself doing that on more than a couple occasions just to come to your makeshift lab and sit at the side of you while you work late, asking questions about what you’re doing and staring at you with puppy eyes while you explain. you know she doesn’t really care about the intricacies, doesn’t really have any idea what you’re talking about, but you go through it with her regardless, enamored by the way she nods along and gazes at you with a stupid, tiny smile on her face.

you think manny figures it out not too far in. no, you know.

there’s a night where he's not supposed to be back until late, and it rarely lines up that you and abby both aren't working the next day, so you decided to spend it at their place. you bring along some music to play, a bottle of tequila; and before you have time to compute you're on the floor against her bed, straddled over her lap, her tongue in your mouth.

the door bursts open, and you jump apart, red-faced and guilty. manny pauses and gives you an odd look, a hint of a smirk there, but doesn’t say much — just lets out a heavy, ‘oh’, then, “sorry.”

the air’s thick, awkward as he heads over to his bed, rifling through his bag while you shoot a look at abby. she mirrors you, pulling a face then asking if he’s staying before she has time to think about it.

“uh… yeah? i live here,” he replies, and with that she just states that you’re heading out, going over to yours instead so you’re not ‘bothering him’.

you grab your things and utter an uncomfortable goodbye to him as you leave, mind spinning with it all as you walk through the stadium, how inconspicuous abby had been.

it’s easily forgotten, though, when your door closes and she presses you up against it near instantly, want dripping through the way that she kisses you, the way that her hands gently grip at your waist.

she fucks you with her fingers right there, you unable to do much else apart from dip underneath her shirt and scratch at her back, taken by her boldness. you like seeing this new side of her, how desperate she is to feel you.

“tell me how you want it, please,” she murmurs into your neck, punctuating her sentence with a filthy kiss underneath your ear, “tell me when it feels good.”

you nod, head leaning away from her, giving her more access to the smooth expanse of your skin. “f-fuck, abby, harder, curl your fingers more.”

she responds right away, pressing up into you as she fucks you, leaning back from your neck to look at your face. “like that?”

your nails dig into her skin and she likes it, likes the small bite. likes knowing you’re losing control because of her.

“yeah, fuck, please, like that.”

she continues to work you through it, looking up at you like you put the stars in the sky. you rock into her, letting her take you as hers, uttering out more dirty praises:

“fuck, abby, you’re s-so deep.”

“need you so bad, mmph, fucking need you…”

“feels so good, just like that, fuck, please—”

and then she presses harder still, picking up the pace, heel of her hand meeting your clit in just the right way, and you cum for her. you clench around her rhythmically as you ride it out, moaning into her mouth and grasping at her shirt, her skin, all desperate attempts to ground yourself.

you’re left slack jawed and flushed, panting as you come down.

“fuck, abby,” you breathe out after a moment.

“w-was that good?”

you chuckle and move a hand to her shoulder, squeezing gently. “the fuck do you think?”

she blows air through her nose and kisses at your neck, withdrawing her fingers and letting them rest over your throbbing pussy. “i don’t know. just checking.”

you end up on your bed, eating each other out. it starts with you pushing abby until the backs of her knees hit the frame, needing to make her feel good too, needing to taste her. she moans lowly as you situate yourself on top of her, desperately pulling her shirt off and attaching your lips around her nipple. your hand comes up to squeeze at the other breast, rolling and stroking the rosy, hardened bud, relishing in the pretty noises it elicits.

you move lower, mouthing over her stomach, impatient as you hook your fingers under her waistband, tugging her sweatpants and underwear off in one. your breath comes out shaky against her thigh when you focus on her glistening cunt, the way she threads her fingers through your hair, silently begging you to give her what she needs.

you really want to drag it out, want to tease her, but you can’t. not when she’s under you like that, bare, aching, dripping with want.

your own desperation seeps through the way you pleasure her, feasting on her with everything you have from the jump. one hand is hooked around her thigh, holding her in place, the other roaming over her stomach and gripping at her waist.

she watches, subconsciously grinding up into you as you eat her out. you watch her, too, the way her face contorts and mouth falls open, dirty noises pulling from her throat. you’re gauging her, noting mentally the specific things that make her louder, make the taut muscles of her stomach tense under your fingertips.

and then your lips suction on her clit, tongue lapping at it gently as you do so, and she’s gone — cumming hard, hips rocking into your face and both hands gripping at your hair as she lets out a series of whines and broken moans of your name.

“abby…” you begin once she pulls you away, a string of saliva connecting your bottom lip to her sensitive pussy. you kiss once at it gently, relishing in how she bucks into your mouth before working down the insides of her thighs, worshipping her. “taste so fucking good.”

she moans at your words, and it takes everything not to pin her down and make her cum again. she doesn’t even give you chance though, maneuvering you upwards to meet her lips, making out with you so filthily you feel like you could damn well combust. she licks into your mouth, tasting herself on your tongue, only breaking away to tug the articles of your clothes off one by one.

you rut against her thigh once she’s undressed you fully, soaked cunt sliding easily against her skin. abby pants into your mouth, gripping at your hips, guiding your movements. this time feels different to the first, dirtier, more intimate; it’s all spit and sweat, and you love it.

“w-wait,” she murmurs, one hand moving to your thigh.

“what? you okay?” your voice is low and gentle, breathing ragged as you respond, swiping a rogue piece of hair out of her face.

her gaze flits over your face, taking in your wrecked image. your hair’s a mess, cheeks flushed, a sheen of sweat coating your skin. “yeah… just… i wanna…”

“wanna what?” you question softly after she trails off, corners of your mouth quirking as you run your thumb over her lower lip. she worries her teeth over it slightly after you let it go, shy to say the words she wants to.

“just… come here.”

your thumb continues its path, swiping over her cheek lightly. “i am here.”

she rolls her eyes fondly at your retort, tightening her grasp on your thigh and shifting you upwards. “i mean… come here.”

a sharp breath escapes you as she maneuvers you with ease, picking up what she’s putting down. you situate yourself over her face on shaky thighs, abby needily pulling you down onto her.

she doesn’t do much, really, wanting you to wordlessly teach her how to use her mouth on you. she takes it all in, sliding her tongue through your folds and relishing in the way you get yourself off on her. the way her nose bumps against your clit each time you grind, one of your hands grasping at the headboard and the other at her hair. the way your desperate moans fill the air, whimpers of her name falling like a prayer.

you cum for her easily for the second time, previous stimulation from rubbing yourself on abby’s muscled thigh and arousal from getting her off having you halfway there already. she grips at your waist, your back, your thigh, anything to keep you on her mouth as you pant and twitch your way through it, sensitivity on high from your earlier orgasm.

and when you’re done, you sit back on her upper chest, gazing down at her as she drags her fingernails lightly over your outer thighs. her eyes are fluttered shut, lower half of her face covered in you.

you don’t think you’ve seen anything more beautiful.

despite it all, you like that it doesn’t actually change a lot of your dynamic — just adds onto it. you’re still close friends, still spend your time doing the same things. but now, it’s all laced with something new, something exciting.

you’ll still meet her in the library when she needs downtime, quietly sitting at the side of each other; abby reading whatever book she was on at the moment, you getting on with your project. only now, it more often than not ends up with her turning herself around, head on your chest while you absent-mindedly mess with her hair. it makes your life a lot harder attempting to work one-handed, papers and notebook resting on the arm of the sofa — all the while trying to ignore the scent of her hair, the warmth of her pressed up against you. how badly you want to say fuck it to what you’re meant to be doing and kiss her stupid.

you’ll still grab lunch with her and manny whenever it works out that you’re all at the stadium, and you’re not pressed for time. only now, instead of sitting opposite her, you’ll sit at the side of one another. specifically, so you can run your index finger against hers under the table, allowing your fingers to gently intertwine atop her leg.

and you’ll still talk about everything and nothing with her, laughing until there are tears in your eyes. only now, you don’t have to hold back from leaning in, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and letting your hand linger. you don’t have to hold back from pressing a kiss to one cheek, then the other, then her nose, giggling at the way her face scrunches. you don’t have to hold back from fleetingly brushing your lips against hers, savoring the way she pulls you back in every time.

one day, abby’s out on assignment with manny when he seemingly out of nowhere comes out with, “you know you don’t have to hide things from me, right?”

she blinks twice, hard. she knows exactly what he’s getting at, but plays dumb regardless. “w-what do you mean?”

he pauses in response, smiling at her. “come on, abs.”

“no, i really don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“come on.”

she sighs and rolls her eyes. if she was going to tell anyone, it would be manny. she knows he wouldn’t say anything, knows he just wants to see her happy after all that’s happened. still, she can’t will the words to come — just readjusts her gun, shuffling awkwardly as they both push forward.

“can’t believe you got there and i didn’t,” he says, and she can tell he’s just poking at her, wanting to get her to say something. she still can’t help but retaliate.

“i don’t really think you’re her type,” she states firmly, something about hearing someone else talk about you like that getting her a little riled up. and she hates that it does, because she knows he’s only doing it for a reaction.

manny chuckles, looking her up and down. “obvio.”

“asshole,” she mutters, knowing she’s given him everything he needs without explicitly saying it. there’s a quiet beat as they walk, manny breaking it, abby squirming inside at how he won’t leave it alone.

“owen that bad, huh?” he jests, “turned you—“

tutting, abby cuts him off. “nothing turned me anything. not really how it works.”

he laughs lightly, holding a hand up. “easy. you’re touchy today, huh?”

“you’re annoying today.”

manny dramatizes a pained expression, letting out a throaty, drawn out, ‘ah’. “forgive me for my curiosity.”

“curiosity’s fine, you’re just being a dick about it.”

“how do i not ‘be a dick’ about it?”

“i don’t know, manny, ask a genuine question instead of acting like an idiot,” abby states, slightly quirking an eyebrow as she looks sideways at him.

he pauses for a moment, pondering. “how long has it been going on for?”

“not long.”

“how did it happen?” “long story.”

“you know that i knew something was… ah, you know… when you came back sad, went off in the morning and then she was chasing me down so much to ask about you?”

abby blows air out of her nose, corners of her mouth quirking. she didn’t know about the last part; you hadn’t told her you’d been onto manny about her while she’d been gone.

“i heard you from across the room that night.”

“thin ice.”

he can’t help but poke at her further, regarding her with a glint in his eye as he quietly mocks sniffling, eyebrows furrowing desolately.

“the thinnest.” her voice is rigid but her facial expression betrays her, and she struggles to hold back a chuckle. manny breaks into laughter, nudging her on the shoulder. there’s another pause as their laughs die down, the only sounds being the wind, the pair’s heavy footsteps and the faraway caw of a bird.

once again, manny’s is the voice to fracture the silence. “so, what is it? just…” he clicks his tongue, alluding to the word ‘sex’, “or…”

“no,” she says, shaking her head. there’s no reason to dance around anything anymore. “no. i… i don’t know what it is. but it’s… it’s not just that.”

he draws in a breath. “right. so you… you like her?”

abby’s face twitches. ‘like’ is probably a substandard word for how she feels about you. she thinks about you all the time, misses you whenever you’re not there; she’s bombarded with reminders, because to her, everything laces back to you. when she’s outside of the stadium, supposed to be focusing on anything else, she’ll notice that something looks the exact same color as your eyes. or there’ll be a small occurrence she chuckles at, and knows the only other person that would find it funny is you, wishing you were there to nudge her and give her that smirk you always do. once, while you were still just friends, she saw a torn up poster clinging to a wall of a musician she knew you liked, debating ripping it off and bringing it back. she’d decided against it, not wanting you to think she was coming on too strong.

‘like’ is a meager word, but the other one terrifies her to think about.

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st7rnsangels · 10 months ago

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— rumours put to rest. chris sturniolo | versus tour

sypnosis. with all the girls flirting and complimenting with y/n’s famous boyfriend, chris sturniolo, she begins to feel self conscious of if she actually deserves this mini-celebrity she caught herself, especially with their relationship being a secret. bf!chris realized this and decided to put the rumours to rest once and for all.

warnings. flangst? self-consciousness, crying / comfort, fem!reader, that’s really all.

a/n. not sure where this inspiration came from but i’m feeling sappy today. also first post!!!!! like and reblog to support your favourite writers<3333

“ the need to be the best before the need to rest .. “

this was it; the versus tour was finally here, and my boyfriend was going on stage in front of hundreds of people.

a lot of girls found him attractive, that i knew was inevitable. but i could never get rid of this sickly feeling.

while he was out there, being admired by all these pre-teen girls, i was sat inside the trailer watching through a live-camera.

i wanted to be out there. i wanted to be the one admiring him.. he is my boyfriend of six months, after all.

and don’t get me wrong — chris is an amazing boyfriend, and i couldn’t have asked for a better soulmate to be paired with, but i was sick of being a secret.

i knew staying secret was the better choice, both for him and for me. i didn’t like the spotlight, and i didn’t want to deal with the rude comments by jealous girls, and he simply wasn’t ready to reveal our relationship yet.

i understood it, all of it.

yet, i couldn’t help but feel horrible about the situation i put myself in.

i watched as the girl brought on stage to be on his team was a little overly touchy, grabbing his arm, talking to him.

it was all in good-heart, i knew that, yet.. i still felt that twinge of my heart at every touch or glance or words spoken between them, telling me that it should be me on that stage making him laugh under his breath.

it hurt. my heart hurt from the guilt and sadness of being remained a secret, and i didn’t like it. at all.

i quickly wiped the tear from my cheek as i tried to remain positive seeing my boyfriend happy, and smiling, but it was hard with the constant flow of tears from my eyes that just didn’t seem to stop.

shit. why am i crying?

a voice is spoken from my phone, “alright, guys, we have to get going, but thank you so much for coming, it was a blast tonight!” nick said in the mic, turning to his brothers to signify it was time to go.

“awwww!” the crowd erupts.

“thank you guys!” matt’s distant voice says to the mic as he grabs his jacket and moves toward the exit.

chris waves goodbye to his parter that was brought onto the stage, giving her a quick smile and waving to the crowd as he followed his brother.

fuck. why did that hurt so bad? it shouldn’t, really.

i shut my phone off, tossing it across the tiny tour bed, and curled into myself. i brushed my tears away, running fingers through my hair.

it was all lighthearted, that’s what i should be thinking.

but the girl he was with was so beautiful. the kind of beautiful that makes your breath stop and your head feel dizzy.

looking at myself in the mirror across from the bed, i sigh.

chris should be with that kind of girl: effortlessly pretty, good smile, bubbly personality.. yet, i was the opposite. he clicked with her, because that was his match — the same loudness, eagerness, excitement and energy, she should be his type of match.

before i can spiral into my thoughts any longer, the door to the tour bus opens.

“oh my god, i’m spent.” nick huffs, placing his wallet and phone on the small table and falling against the couch.

“tell me about it, all day travelling and then a three hour show? i’m exhausted.” matt says, dropping his keys and jacket against the kitchen counter.

realizing they had already made their way to the bus, i quickly wipe my tears.

“hey, y/n.” nick waves, and i peek my head out, flashing the best smile i could.

“hi, nick.” i say back, huffing at the small croack in my voice.

and then, there was chris.

i watch as he walks over to me, smile on his face as he grabs my cheeks and kisses my forehead. “hi, baby.” he says, pulling away to look at my face.

and when his eyes land on my puffy eyes, tear stained cheeks, his brows furrow.

“are you.. okay?” he whispers, quickly glancing to nick and matt who shrug their shoulders. he lets go of my face, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

“yeah, um, i’m — i’m fine.” i sniff, wiping my tears, “just missing home.”

his eyes run over my face, almost as if inspecting me.

he leans closer, whispering. “do you wanna go outside? so we can talk.”

i glance toward nick and matt, pretending not to be listening, yet they were horrible at hiding their curiosity.

looking back to chris, i nod. he gives me a smile, lending out his hand which i take. the warmth of his hand seeps into my palm, giving me almost instant comfort he seems to always be able to give me.

he leads me toward the door, making a silent, quick gesture and muttering for matt to move his ass, which he does.

and as soon as that door opens, and i take a step outside, i feel instantly calmed down. i realized now that i had spent basically the last twelve hours inside that trailer.

chris squeezes my hand as we walk down the road, listening to the soft sounds of the forest and buzzing streets of the city ahead of us.

and as we found a place against a wall, he sighs and stops, leaning against it.

“so.. what’s wrong?” he says, letting go of my hand, wiping a small tear that i hadn’t realized ran down my cheek.

“i dunno, i just —.. i think i’m overreacting, it’s nothing to really—“

“baby.” chris cuts my off, resting a hand on my cheek, “it’s just me,” he tucks my hair behind my ear, “talk to me.”

i bite my lip. ponder his words.

“that girl you were partnered with today on stage?” i offer.

“what about her?” he asks.

“it’s just.. i dunno.” i look to my hands, picking at my nails, “she was so beautiful. and funny, and outgoing..”

his brows furrow, “where are you going with this?”

my teeth sink back into my lip, “do you ever.. think about how different our lives are?

“i mean, i’m this college student, becoming a teacher, and you’re a celebrity.” i shrug my shoulders, “do you ever think about being with.. with someone more compatible?”

“wait, just—“

“that girl in there, she was just like you.” i chuckle, before sniffing, “loud, funny, all bubbly and smiley like that..”

“y/n—“

“and i’m just.. some book nerd.”

“Y/N.” chris says, placing two hands on my shoulders. “please, let me talk.

my lips form a tight line, my throat aching from a sob wanting to come from my throat.

“i love you.” he says in a breathy tone, “only you. i don’t care about how different our lives are; you’re the only girl i want.”

“you.. you love me?” i whisper.

a smile forms on his lips as he brushes a thumb across my cheek.

“of course i do, dummy.” he says, pulling me closer by a hand on my back clothed by his hoodie — his favourite hoodie.

“now, can you stop crying so i can kiss you?” he says, licking his lips, “‘been thinking about you the whole show.”

i giggle. “you’re such a loser.”

“only for you, baby.”

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kkayyerr · 3 months ago

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Jealous, jealous, jealous.

Summary: Little!reader spending the whole Midsummers playing with JJ and Rafe is feeling neglected.

Warnings: Age regression, slight angst, fluff in the end:)

Rafe took you with him to Midsummers, hoping that both of you would have a great time together, but unfortunately things didn’t go as planned. He was staying aside with his friends, watching you play with JJ for the whole night. Of course Rafe could’ve prevented that by paying you a little bit more attention, but he couldn’t because of how much that event meant for his family and especially for his father. So now he was just standing there and hoping that you would notice him or at least come up to ask for something, but it seemed that you didn’t need him while JJ was there. Rafe didn’t want to be that much of an asshole and pull you away from him since you seemed like you were having a lot of fun. He decided that he would speak about it with you later, in private.

When the party finally ended, Rafe had grabbed your hand, not even letting you say goodbye to JJ.

„Bye, little one!”

JJ shouted, waving his hand, causing Rafe to send him a warning glare. He’s going to have a little chat with your „friend” later. But for now he headed straight to his room, not even bothering to look at you. You could feel that he was disappointed with you or even angry, but you didn’t know what exactly you did wrong since you had been on your best behavior the whole evening. When he had closed the door, you were ready for him to tell the reason for his behavior, but instead he just silently turned around, probably not knowing what to say.

„Daddy, what happen’?”

It was something new—the side that you had never seemed before. What could you possibly have done for him to be this upset with you? You approached him, not touching him yet, just staring, waiting for him to turn around and say at least something. And he did.

„Did you have fun playing with JJ?”

His words weren’t harsh; he didn’t seem angry or furious, just... sad? It sounded like an actual question, so your little brain told you to come up with a sincere answer.

„Yeah! He gave me sweets and played with me!“

Rafe nodded before you saw something that you thought you would never see him doing. His eyes became watery before he finally teared up. In that moment you knew that you would do whatever it takes to never see that again; it was hurting you worse than any of his punishments or harsh words that he had said to you before.

„Baby, I know that I am not the best at taking care of you, so if you want to leave me, I would understand that and...”

He didn’t have a chance to finish. You immediately pulled him into your arms, giving him the biggest hug that you possibly could. You were trying to stay strong and not to start crying yourself, but you failed, letting out a few sniffles.

„I love you, Daddy, I don't want another Daddy, I pwomise.”

You said, and he finally hugged you back, pulling you closer in his embrace. Those words meant so much to him, especially after all the overthinking that he had going on in his head that night.

While he was holding you in his arms, he felt you poking his side and let out a small laugh, quickly catching your hand. He titled your head up, gently grabbing your chin with his fingers. Your face still had a string of tears, just like his.

Oh, you were both such a crybabies.

„No, bunny. That’s my method, and you don’t get to use it on me.”

He said, before quickly poking your tummy just to make you smile. Rafe then leaned down and kissed your cheeks, not able to hold himself back. He was so happy that you were still his. His sweet little girl.

„Let’s get that fancy dress off of you, and then we’ll go to bed. It’s almost your bedtime.”

You nodded, feeling a little tired and overwhelmed from all those new people you had to meet at the Midsummers. Usually it was hard for Rafe to put you in bed, but today you were too sleepy to argue.

„Oh, and also...”

His gaze met yours, and the small, sly smile appeared on his face for a second before he would say something that he knew you wouldn’t like.

„No sweets for a week.”

It wasn’t an actual punishment; he just wanted to have a little revenge on you. Your little pout was adorable to him, especially after everything you put him through tonight. But you didn’t argue with his decision.

After all, you deserved that, right?

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beanarie · 3 months ago

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i never wanted water once part 3

tommy is also breakup baking, prompted by my dear @sanguinarysanguinity

tw: mention of parent death, mention of child abuse

part 1

part 2

Gutierrez eyes him on his way out of the locker room. "Feel like no one ever sees you anymore. You coming back to the pickup game or what?"

"Oh." Tommy gives his damp hair one last rub from the towel. "I wasn't planning on it, to be honest. Too awkward."

Gutierrez frowns. "Why?"

"You know," Tommy says, wishing he didn't have to, "Eddie Diaz. I broke up with his best friend."

"Diaz hasn't shown in weeks. Probably got injured. You know how that crew is."

And that. Well. He and Eddie were friends. They became tight very quickly in a way Tommy hasn't experienced with many people. He shouldn't have thrown a connection like that away without at least trying to salvage it.

He sends a text, a polite, generic one asking about his welfare. Worst thing that can happen is Eddie tells him to fuck off and he's back where he started. He fully expects to be left on read.

He does not expect Eddie to tell him he's moving back to Texas because he's given up on his son deciding to come home. Eddie invites him to a pre-going away dinner at a bar and grill before he goes down South for a few days to scout out homes. And, no, absolutely not. But Tommy proposes getting a drink, just the two of them. Eddie very validly explains that he can't spare the time, since he's already started packing up his life and he's working overtime to save up for a down payment. Tommy gets it. He does.

The day after the dinner, Eddie calls him. "Hey, man. I know we're like two ships passing in the night, but I didn't want to leave without a proper goodbye. I still got some more shifts before I move for good, but the time will go by quick. We'll just stay on the line, okay? Keep me company while I go through my kitchen cabinets."

"It's good to hear from you," Tommy says honestly.

"So yeah." Eddie hums. "Why'd you do it?"

"Text you?" Tommy says. "I heard that-"

"Kinard," Eddie says, unamused.

"Yeah. Sorry."

"You just didn't seem the type to flee."

None of you know me as well as you thought you did, Tommy doesn't say. That's not fair to any of them. "I wasn't, in the past. Well, I tried not being that. A couple times. It didn't work out."

"Oh," Eddie says. "There it is."

"There what is?"

"You've got shit."

"Haven't we all?"

"Hey, I am not denying that." Eddie chuckles. "Do you plan on dealing with it, or letting it blow up every good thing you find until you die?"

"Jesus, Eddie."

"What's the point in mincing words? You did something dumb and destructive. What kinda friend would I be if I let that go without saying anything?"

"So what's the weather even like in El Paso? Does it ever get below 100?"

After a groan, Eddie lets Tommy talk about his shit, about Texas, parenthood, and chess clubs, for the rest of the call. Tommy can't say that he'll miss him. He missed him already and now he gets to continue doing so. All of this sucks.

Tommy tries his hand at gnocchi made with ricotta, lemon, and pepper that subsequently almost causes a fistfight during B shift.

Demetra favors him with a warm smile, taking in the large box in his hands. "Tom, right? Welcome! What's all this?"

"Tommy," he says easily, impressed she remembered his name at all. He hasn't been to this slightly dusty community center in five or six years. "Uh, this is garlic knots and mini calzones."

"Well, hey. You're even more welcome than before. Come take a seat."

December is a stupid time to rejoin group, many of the participants close to the edge from a cocktail of seasonal depression, missing dead loved ones, and generalized loneliness. Tommy knew it would be like this going in. He counted on it. Everyone will have so much to say that there likely won't be any time for him to open his mouth. He's not ready to spill. It will help to just soak in the atmosphere of unashamed honesty for a while.

At his third meeting, Cal, a slender guy in his mid twenties with a curly mohawk, keeps bringing up his mother. "She never wanted me to enlist," he says, "and now that I'm back home and struggling, she can't stop being all 'I told you so' morning, noon, and night. She never says it, but she is thinking it."

"Is she?" Tommy finds himself asking. "Or are you putting something on her that isn't there?"

"Maybe so." Cal pops one of Tommy's fried ravioli in his mouth and chews thoughtfully. "I don't know, I should probably give her a chance, think first about what she's actually saying before I react. But it's hard in the moment, you know?"

"Tommy?" Demetra says a minute later, making him feel like a kid being called on by the teacher. "How's your relationship with your mom?"

"Nonexistent. She died when I was fifteen." He crosses his ankles. "Fell asleep in the car on our way back from an away game and we couldn't wake her up. Heart attack."

Demetra frowns sympathetically. "That must've been hard for a kid to witness."

"I've seen so much worse since then. People shot in the head by machine guns, people covered in burns over most of their bodies..."

Demetra shakes her head slightly. "They weren't your mom."

He ducks his head, pressing his lips together. "True. It's just- That's not- It's not trauma. I don't fear falling asleep and not waking up."

"What do you fear?" Cal asks.

Being left, being hurt, being validated in his belief that no one will ever see him for all he is and choose to stick around. "Standard stuff, really. Clowns, taxes, drivers on the freeway."

He gets a pity laugh, a groan or two, and one outright glare. "Okay, okay." He exhales loudly. "Ending up alone by someone else's choice rather than mine."

"So you're cool with being on your own, as long as you're the one keeping everyone away," Cal says.

God, that sounds idiotic. "Yes?"

"You prefer it like this?" asks a woman about his own age wearing a green bomber jacket.

He shrugs. "It's not ideal, but as far as worst case scenarios go, it's okay. It's fine."

"It's spineless," says a gray-haired man with a Desert Storm hat.

Tommy doesn't flinch. "Yeah, that's kind of an inherent character trait. I keep thinking I got it licked, then it shows up wearing another face. Scared of my dad, so I joined the army and became someone he couldn't hurt anymore. Scared of people knowing I was gay, so I waited to come out until I was surrounded by brand new people. Scared of my boyfriend leaving, so." He pushes at the skin above his knees, kneading it. "So I left him first."

"You fall back," says Bomber Jacket. Her name is Annie or Angie. She has conflicted feelings about dating a man with kids. "It's easy to stop being scared when the thing that scared you is far away."

He hears Eddie. You just didn't seem the type to flee.

Demetra holds up a hand. Tommy's face must be doing something concerning. "No one here faults you for what you did to survive. Is it still serving you, is the question, or is that just what you're used to?"

He doesn't bake when he gets home. He drinks half the beers in his fridge and does a shockingly efficient job of cleaning his house, while drafting and deleting twenty-seven different texts. He then wakes up the next day, and goes to the pickup game.

Gutierrez scores four rebounds on him and doesn't shut up about it for the rest of their next shift. Tommy grumbles, and talks shit, and promises he won't have much to brag about next time.

#911 abc #bucktommy #bucktommy fic #my writing #things by beanarie

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iateyourparents · 1 year ago

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could you please do a jake imagine where the reader is in a band but is really timid on camera please ? <3

pretty girl | j.w.

pairing: jake webber x fem!reader

summary: you’re nervous before recording a music video and your boyfriend is there to help you.

warnings: bad writing and grammar(i’m sorry, english isn’t my first language), not proofread

an: thank you! hope you like it <33

pictures are from pinterest:)

You were nervous. Only thing stopping you from walking out of this room was Jake holding you in his arms.

You weren’t a shy person, not in real life anyway. But something about cameras was making you unsure. What if you won’t have any good takes? Or what if you mess up, nobody will notice and people will see you doing something weird?

Just thinking about all possible fails made you want to cry.

“Calm down love. I can hear a river of your thoughts in your head from here.” Jake whispered into your ear.

You were together with Jake since before you and your three close friends decided to give being a band shot, so they all knew Jake and knew he wouldn’t disturb or distract anyone while you all would be recording your music video.

They also knew, if he wouldn’t be here, you probably would walk out of the room the minute you saw the set and all the cameras there. He was like your emotional support dog.

He was your emotional support boyfriend.

“What if…” you wanted to list all of the possibilities how you could mess up but Jake shushed you with a kiss.

“No what if. You’re great, beautiful and you will do better than just fine. It will come out like a one big slay.” he assured you “You’re my pretty girl, there’s no other possibility than you being just perfect.”

You sighed but felt nice warm and butterflies in your stomach. His words actually helped and his tight hug made you feel so much better.

“Alright, are we ready to start?” the producer walked into the room clapping his hands. You looked nervously in your boyfriend’s eyes but he only smiled encouragingly and left a quick kiss on your nose before lightly pushing you towards your bandmates.

You actually felt calmer than before and with steady footsteps you walked onto the set and you took your place on the set. Some workers gave you a diary and a pen so you could pretend to be writing something.

In some other parts of music video you were all in a ‘garage’ practicing. You were a lead singer so you were standing in front of everyone and that made you kinda nervous but Jake sitting in the back of the room with big proud smile, looking at you like you were some wonder, made you feel brave.

You continued recording and it wasn’t that bad. Few times you had to ask for a break so you could go to Jake for more kisses end encouragement but other than that it all went smooth and you were quickly done with recording.

“Alright guys, you did amazing.” producer smiled at all four of you “Remember to be here tomorrow 12 am straight. We have to record the song so we can add it to the video!” he reminded and after saying your goodbyes you all went to the dressing room where Jake was already waiting with your jacket.

“You did so good baby!” he looked like an excited kid getting his dream toy and you could feel a blush tinting your cheeks.

“You think so?”

“Absolutely!” he nodded vigorously “And you looked so hot.” You laughed but thanked him and then you pulled him into a kiss.

“Thank you for being here and being my emotional support boy.”

“I can be your emotional support boy whenever you want, pretty girl.” he kissed the side of your head “Ready to go eat something?”

#jake webber x reader #jake webber #jake #johnnie guilbert #tarayummy #tara yummy #sam and colby #snc #sam golbach #colby brock #music #band

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dadvans · 4 months ago

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i am just so sad right now. like going into s8 i didn’t think bucktommy would be endgame, but the way s8 started changed my mind, so to have them be literally so in love for 5 episodes straight just to have them break up in the most abrupt way?? it just feels so last minute which is shocking because in the interviews this was apparently a planned thing but it doesn’t feel like it at all. Like if this was a concern Tommy had why didn’t it come up at all? like little throwaway lines of Tommy making jokes of Buck getting sick of him or wanted to explore other options or whatever. I hope the backlash makes them rethink, and Tommy comes back but for now it doesn’t seem like it. I guess my only hope is that Buddie goes canon, but even then i won’t be able to really enjoy it. I seriously don’t know if i’ll be able to keep watching the show, not solely because they broke up, but because of how they broke up. (srry for the long ask, just needed to vent)

no apologies needed!

at the end of the day, so many of us found joy in their story, their chemistry, the way even up until the final second tommy admitted that what he wanted with buck was something that would inevitably break his heart.

they were good together. tommy fit into so many intimidating parts of buck's life with ease. tommy is (as far as we know) still good friends with buck's best friend! tommy loved him anyway, loved him warts and all, road shotgun to buck's worst fears and weirdest conspiracies.

at the end of the day, we have a few things:

we GOT them. we got to see them together, we got the soft looks, we got the kisses, the foundation of them that is real and canon in a way we could strike like a match against the edge of a box to light them up for real all over again. i don't think "being canon" gives any credence or superiority to a ship, and have shipped people or characters that have never interacted/existed together in a tangible way, simply because it's FUN. that's how i'll always have fun with ships and fandom, BUT! what a wonderful thing to celebrate that we DID have them, that we have this as a foundation for whatever comes next, that there is never a door permanently closed to them finding each other again when it was already real from the start

for a lot of us, this isn't how their story ends. it's insane that so much fic and content was produced for a canon ship like this. so often fandom is chasing down the what-ifs and never-hads. a lot of us invested in bucktommy because they had the compatibility, the fit, the chemistry, the potential. that's novel shit! that doesn't just evaporate because they broke up in canon. it certainly hurts. the kind of hype we were surfing will crash and sink back in the oncoming months, but i know talking to a lot of people tonight that we aren't done with this ship. we aren't ready to say goodbye.

i'm sad. i'm angry. i felt a real sense of queer euphoria whenever i saw them together, even for 30 seconds, teetering on the edge of this new couple joy learning each other into something new and weird and fun that always lingered as a promise on the edge of their interactions. i was so excited for who buck could become with tommy as his home base. shifting that has rocked me in a bad way.

i expect people to inevitably step away from this ship and this fandom, but i'll mention that non-canon ships like arthur/eames or mcshep or social network rpf or short-lived shows from 1996 (hi sentinel) have had long-lived fandoms and left long-lasting impressions in other fandoms that have lasted for over a decade of zero additional content. this is a playground that, just because they've parted ways for now, we don't have to stop playing in.

and i'll be honest: i have several WIPs i'm like, well trash that! after watching the most recent episode. but i also have a dozen new ideas. new ways they could fall in love now or again, new ways they could meet, new ways they could be for each other.

i'll keep creating. i'll keep dreaming. they won't ever not have the spark that they had. the show could end tomorrow but we'll always have an open door to believing and shaping the thousands of ways they can and will find each other again.

#bucktommy #911 abc #dadvans replies

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yushi-ni · 3 months ago

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⋆⭒˚.⋆ MAEDA RIKU 🐿️🌙 distracted kisses

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ masterlist 🧚🏼‍♀️✨🩵

maeda riku - (heated) make out sessions with bf riku. no full on swexc time but definitely some steamy smooches!! mentions of; uhh handsy riku, hair pulling, reader having smooth hip movements and marking? 18+ (?) free to read for everyone, but just to make clear it contains some mature content. so you have been warned hihi ᯓᡣ𐭩 hiii loves 💌 here is the riku version!!! i miss our cute, bubbly riku and i genuinely hope he is doing well. ☹️ so for all my riku lovers out there, this one is LONG i decided to not just jump straight into the 'making out' part but also include some cute - sweet shared types of kisses with bf riku as well. ✨✨💚 but umm yes, i did not proofread the actual 'scenario' part so i hope it all came together well enough!!! as always, feedback or any other interaction with my work is always appreciated!!! thank you to everyone who showed love for my sion post 🥹!!! i am so glad you liked it, yushi one coming soon too. sending hugs to all my riku moots!!!! HOPE YOU ENJOY!!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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riku's type of kisses ᯓᡣ𐭩

ᡣ𐭩 riku is all for the soft, lingering, meaningful kisses. his heart is as big as his pretty doe eyes are and growing up with sisters and a loving mom in his life, he learned how to treat and care for people (especially women) with respect and kindness. most of the time, making out with riku is just pure and sweet love. no rushing or sloppy - gasping for air kind of things. he takes his time with you. he just wants you to feel loved and cared for. his lips are always soft and warm as they move in a perfect motion with yours. smiles into the kiss as his whole body just vibrates with a rush of love and affection for you. (unlike sion) riku doesn't mind kissing without his tongue down your throat at all times. he enjoys the romantic and intimate feeling of your lips on his without fighting each other in your mouth.

ᡣ𐭩 huge on; hello, goodmorning, goodnight, thank you, goodbye, coming back from the kitchen as he just went to get a glass of water but he was away from you for 1 minute etc etc etc kind of kisses. basically always finds a reason to put his lips on yours (or your cheeks or forehead) whenever he is with you. there is nothing he loves more than waking up next to you and giving you a goodmorning kiss. cannot start his day without it and would literally risk being late if that means he can get his little kiss. at days he needs to be up early for schedules, he just gives you a quick peck as he doesn't want you to be deprived of your extra sleeping time. definitely the type to steal a lot of small kisses here and there even if you don't notice it. like him silently getting ready as he is rushing to get out of the door on time. but not before he gives you a kiss on your forehead, as he brushes your hair out of your face, looking down at you sound asleep, smiling to himself while he thinks to himself how lucky he is to have you. loves stealing kisses as it feels like his own little way to say 'ily'.

ᡣ𐭩 definitely not afraid to kiss you in more public settings . not one to hold back just because his friends are around. won't put on a whole show for others to see, also to respect the people who are with you, but he just simply can't keep his hands (read; lips) off of you. his hands always finding their way to your hips as he holds you close. fingers resting right above your waistband as he draws small circles on your skin. when it's just the two of you, he can get very handsy when he gets really into it. feeling up and down your figure, he is almost desperate to feel every inch of your body. softly moans into the kiss, brain foggy as his eyes are closed shut, taking in the sweet taste of your lips.

ᡣ𐭩 loves when you put your hands in his hair. playing with the soft strands of hair as you push the back of his head to deepen the kiss. doesn't just make out to take it to the bed room afterwards, can go from having a normal conversation about his day - to small kisses leading to a long lips locked kiss - back to soft spoken riku telling you about some date ideas he has for the two of you on his next day off.

make outs with bf riku ᯓᡣ𐭩

ᡣ𐭩 at the moments he does yearn for more; your usual cute bf makes way for a more dominant - quick paced riku. definitely more of a boobs guy than ass. (also appreciates the wonders of your behind but he just loves holding your boobs when you make out) it's easy to tell when he needs to release his stress and build up tension. trying to clear his mind and get his frustration out, he gets a lot rougher than usual. he won't ever push it too far, just desperate for a release of his stressful day. hands slipping under your shirt as he gets a hold on your boobs. knows your weak spots like a blind person and absolutely loves the sounds leaving your mouth whenever you both get more worked up.

ᡣ𐭩 literally can't have you close enough. picks you up from whatever position or place you are at to carry you to the bedroom. not because he is so desperate to get into your pants but even when lust takes over him; he still longs for a more romantic setting and he also simply loves the comfort of making out in your bed. leaning against the headboard, he cannot hide the tingling sensation rushing through his whole body as you straddle his lap.

ᡣ𐭩 not one to get too 'aggresive' but the way your breath hitches when he pulls your hair in the act has his eyes rolling to the back of his head. riku is definitely a vocal player, not afraid to let the sounds of his moaning leave his mouth as he gets completely hooked up in the moment. the type to whisper 'ily' against your lips, he just can't help himself. he gets so immersed in the way he is just drunk on your lips, the whole world around him just doesn't exist anymore. head spinning as his hunger for you just grows with the second. you can tell by the way his hands start to get more busy on your body he is eager for more.

ᡣ𐭩 will leave hickeys all over your body, especially loves marking you up in spots only he can see. bites your lip as he pulls away from you just a tiny bit, biggest smirk on his face as he feels your hot breath against his lips. your reactions are what keeps him going. soft whimpers, moans or full on love confessions (in absolute riku style) he almost sees it as a sport to get you to moan into the kiss. the type to change the pace to keep you from going too fast. just LOVES your lips and will do anything to stretch out the whole moment to make love with your lips as long as possible.

ෆ(˶˘ ³˘(´͈ ᵕ `͈˶)ෆ 🧚🏼🫧☁️✨ ᯓ★

you and riku have been dating for quite a while now. as his career as an idol is taking off in full swing, your relationship has definitely changed over the last months. you knew that your time together would change as his agenda got more and more busy. spending a lot of time apart, your weekly dates have gone from fun outdoor activities and amazing dinners in the most coziest restaurants to routinely having at home movie nights or even just spending quality time with each other as you are both cuddled up in bed, legs tangled together as you just silently enjoyed your boyfriends company while laying in each others arms.

today was no different, having pushed back your date night a couple days later because of your boyfriends overseas schedules, you were finally able to get some much needed time together. his members decided to go to the movie theater to watch the new anime that came out but riku who was visibly tired from his hectic work week wanted nothing more than spend his free time with you, just holding you close to him as you were always able to get him to forget about his busy daily life. and now that everyone was out, he invited you over to the dorms. settling for a simple but cozy movie night on the couch, you were laying in between your boyfriends legs, back pressed into his chest as he was leaning back on the couch. a warm blanket spread over your bodies as the second part of twilight was playing on the big screen. only a few minutes into the second one, you finished the first part not too long ago. you only exchanged a couple words in the past two hours ever since you pressed play for the movie to start. riku, noticeably quieter than usual, played with your hands as he was trying to keep his attention to the screen. resting his cheek on the side of your head, he got a whiff of your scent. pushing his head deeper into your hair, he put his arms around your chest so he was now hugging your body from behind. smiling at your bfs gesture you put your your hands on top of his as you pressed a little kiss on the arms holding you in place.

riku finally felt a bit more energized as he always says your presence just recharges him no matter how sleep deprived or exhausted he is. "i don't get what's so special about the girl for the two guys to fight over her" your bf said as he let out a big sigh. "they are in love, you don't always have control over who you fall in love with" you replied as you changed positions to lay more on your side. your boyfriend freeing you from his grip lifts up the blanket to give you some space to move a bit more freely. with one arm now loosely draped around your waist, he takes the other to intertwine his hand with yours; "mmh well then i am glad whoever controls my love senses, made me fall in love with you" riku says as he brings your intertwined hands up to his mouth as he gives you a small kiss on the back of your hand. "yeah.." you over exaggeratingly sighed out; "i always hoped for an edward cullen bf but i guess you will do as well" you couldn't help but giggle as you heard the instant sound of absolute disbelief come out of your boyfriends mouth, not believing his ears; "i'm joking baby" you said, laughing as you looked up at his face. as he looks at you with big eyes and mouth slightly open, you turn your back so your upper body is now pressed on top of his as you give him a little kiss; "i very much love my sweet sweet boyfriend" you said before pressing another kiss on his lips.

slightly dumbfounded, he laughed as he put his hand that was previously resting on your waist up to the back of your head, pulling you back in to lock your lips with his again in a short but sweet kiss. "so you would choose me over that edward guy??" riku asked as his eyes glance at the screen again. "ohhh wow wow woah!" you said, now completely sitting up straight, once again startling your bf with your sudden movements; "calm down now maeda, i love you but we are talking about edward cullen right now" you said in a playful tone as you dramatically put your hand over your heart. "you would leave me for a vampire dude?!!" riku asked, voice more high pitched than he intended to, mirroring the same gesture as he grabbed the fabric of his shirt on the left side of his chest, "my gf who i love so dearly would just replace me for a centuries old guy? what does he have that i don't? except for his immortality" you laughed at your boyfriend, turning your whole body to face him completely you put both of your legs on each side of his body as you straddle his lap. putting one of your hands on his chest to support yourself in the movement, you use the other one to take his hand, that was still holding onto his shirt for dear life and you placed it on top of your leg.

riku, adjusting his posture, puts his hands on both of your thighs as he softly caresses the skin. "well, immortality does sound like a fun idea ngl" you said, "but what are you supposed to do if you live forever, wouldn't it be boring at some point?" riku shrugs his shoulders; "idk i don't think i would get bored if that means i would be able to spend all my time with you" you couldn't help but laugh at the way your boyfriend puffes his cheeks and looks at your through his long eyelashes, looking slightly embarrassed by his own sudden confession; "immortality is a long time, i think you would even get bored me after a while"

"i would never get tired of you" riku says as he squeezes your thighs with his hands; "matter of fact, i would gladly spend the rest of my forever with you" he bit his lip as he was trying to suppress the smirk plastering on his face. "mmh..is that so?" you said, putting your hands up to the back of his head, automatically scooting closer to lean over his body; "that sounds very tempting." you smiled as you leaned closer, closing the gap between the two of you as you pressed your lips on riku's. naturally moving your lips in an almost perfect motion, your hand goes to the side of his face as you cup his cheek. the kiss was full of love and affection. his lips, soft and warm as always keep a steady pace as his arms find their way to your hips. slightly pushing up your shirt to rest his hands on the skin right above the line of your waistband. squeezing the soft skin, his grip on your body tightens as he pulls back only a little bit to catch his breath. only pulls back far enough to feel your warm breath on his lips as his chest is already pumping heavily. a mixture of adrenaline and his bursting love for you rushing through his body as he only now realizes how much he actually missed you.

not wasting any time, riku crashes his lips back on yours and he can't help the way his kisses are speeding up. he is trying to savor every single second while at the same time knowing that he won't be able to make up for the time you spent apart. you can feel your bf growing impatient and needy as his kisses get a bit sloppy. your usual sweet and gentle riku was starting to get a bit forceful, his hands having a firm grip on your hips as he held you in place. your own hands in his hair, you took a handful of the soft strands of hair, resulting in your bf softly humming through the kiss. the sound sent a vibration through your body as you reacted with a similar sound leaving your mouth. riku, who loves hearing your whimpers, pulls you closer so your body is fully pressed into his chest. leaning forward a tiny bit, your bf threw his head back to lean on the couch as yours was hanging over his. leaning down to keep your lips locked together. your body weight was now on your knees, giving your boyfriend full access to move his hands to your butt. caressing your ass through your shorts, you let out a little gasp as you feel riku's big hands strongly holding you in place. taking this moment he slid his tongue into your mouth. his tongue was quick to find yours, moving in a circling motion, you both couldn't help the wet sounds coming from your lips.

as you pull back to gasp for air, riku has a fair view of your exposed neck now. almost instantly focusing his full attention on your neck as his hands start to massage your ass in a firm way. with the feeling of his lips making his way down to the nape of your neck, you couldn't help the sigh leaving your lips as you say your boyfriends name in a little more than a whisper. riku, almost immediately effected by the sound of his name leaving your mouth, hums against your skin as he works his way back up to push his lips back on yours. setting a quick but steady pace, he moves his tongue with yours in an almost perfect rhythm. you can feel your lips getting numbed by the pressure riku puts as his own are plump and tinteling with sensation. wanting to feel more of you, you feel your bf slightly tugging at the hem of your shirt. getting the hint, you pull away as you pull your shirt over your head in one singular motion, leaving you in just your shorts and top. riku, who was catching his breath for a second, brushed his hands through his hair as you threw your hoodie to the side. smiling down at your bf, you tilt your head as you say; "your turn" biting his lip as he couldn't help the smug smile on his face, he pulled his own shirt over his head, exposing his toned upper body.

grabbing you by the chin, he pulls you back in. head empty, you naturally go with it as your hands feel up and down his toned chest. you couldn't lie about the fact that you loved his trained body. almost foaming at the mouth just by the thought of his naked upper body, you press your own chest against his. crossing your arms behind his head, locking your boyfriend in your grip, you can't help the sudden urge to take over the lead in the heat of the moment. shortly fighting for dominance, riku let's you take your leap as he just completely converts himself into your arms. his hands finding their way back to your ass, go up to the waistband of your shorts to just slightly pull down the fabric a bit. just enough to give him some more free skin to get his hands on without fully exposing your whole butt. upon the feeling of his large hands on your skin, you let out a satisfying sigh in pleasure to which your boyfriends grip only tightened. letting you take your moment of 'dominance' with your lips still busy and locked in a steamy kiss, he smirked against your lips by the fact he still had the overhand of you.

not giving in to your boyfriends tactics, you rolled your hips onto his lower abdomen in a very hard way. riku, feeling an immediate sensation growing in his lower body, couldn't help but moan into the kiss. this time it was your turn to smirk against his lips as you rolled your hips against his again. pulling away to throw his head back against the headrest, he let out another soft moan as a new wave of strong heat rushed through his body as you moved your hips forward in a steady motion. "..ahh..fuck y/n.." you let out an almost innocent giggle, in contradiction of what you were currently doing, that almost sends your bf over the edge as he could feel the bulge in his pants growing. leaning down, you brush your lips over his, pulling back as riku stretches his neck in an attempt to kiss you. whining by your sudden action, he threw his head back again, trying his best to not lose his mind by how amazing your grinding movements felt. taking your boyfriends face you pull him back to lock your lips in a very slow and gentle kiss, not even close to the previous almost sloppy kiss you guys shared. as your lips move in a passionate and intimate manner, your kiss turned into a more soft lingering touch. your hips almost air brushed over riku's still clothed lower body when suddenly he took a strong grip on your ass as he pushed your hips down, while he thrusted up to push his now hard bulge onto your own already throbbing private parts. taken by surprise, you moan loudly as your boyfriend pushes down your hips again.

desperate to release some of the burning and growing friction you start moving your hips in a quicker pace. riku, helping you steadying yourself as the feeling of his hard erection was getting harder and harder to handle, thrusting up to get a better angle of your throbbing core against his hard member. as you were both moving your lower bodies together, brain completely foggy by the intense pleasure rushing through your body, you felt the knot in your stomach growing stronger. deep moans coming from riku's mouth, he was clearly in the same position as you. desperate for a release but not wanting the moment to end yet. you slowed down your moves but this time rolled your hips into his, in a way it had riku seeing literal stars. grabbing your hips, he was just about to flip you guys over not being able to take it any longer, when you heard the sound of keys jingling in the door.

almost jumping a meter up on the spot, riku pushed you off of him as he put his shirt back on in the speed of light. you reached for the blanket you tossed aside earlier, hurriedly pulling it over your bodies as you tried to catch your breath. upon hearing his members walk through the door riku quickly brushed his hands through his hair in an attempt to fix the wild, loose strands as a result of your busy hands just seconds before. trying to steady his own breathing, the maknaes made their way into the living room. quickly greeting their hyung and you as they ran to their shared room, not even batching an eye towards your direction as they were too excited to play on their switch together. jaehee, almost immediately making his way to the bathroom didn't second guess what you were up to, as he just wanted to wash up and change into his comfy clothes. yushi and sion, being the last to enter the dorms, walked into the living room where you were trying your best to look like nothing happened. upon entering sion is quick to chuckle as he greets the two of you. yushi, following his hyung, not aware of the tension in the room asked; "what are you doing?" as he pursed his lips in his signature face expression. "nothing much, just watching a movie" riku says as he brushes through his hair again, trying to look relaxed and chill. "niceu" yushi says as he doesn't foretell the actual scene. he spins around on his feet as he makes his way to the kitchen. riku, unable to look his hyung in the eyes, excessively follows yushi's movements as he walks away. sion laughs as he looks from you two - to the tv screen - to your tossed away hoodie on the floor - back to you guys. "mmm yeah nice movie, i like this one" he says as he looks at the both of you with a playful grin on his face. as he turns around, he looks at the tv screen again, letting out a chuckle as he makes his way to join yushi in the kitchen.

both you and riku follow his gaze as you turn your head to the screen that says; 'are you still watching? yes - no'

so caught up in each other you didn't even realize the movie stopped playing. eyes wide, you couldn't help the hitched breath you let out. "aaah..omg.." your bf sighed out in disbelief, "..that's awkward.." he let out a sigh as he put his hands over his mouth to muffle his soft nervous cries. "nooo it's ok, i don't even think any of them had any idea!!!" you said in an attempt to calm down your boyfriend; "don't you think sion would have said something if he knew??" you both looked up by the sound of the kitchen door opening again as sion walks out, making his way to his own room when he turns around and says; "by the way, y/n, not to be a stick in the mud but i would cover up your neck before one of the kids see it" chuckling at the way both you and riku's eyes go wide, he closes the door to his room. leaving you two alone again. not knowing how quick you had to jump up to grab your hoodie from the floor, you made a mental note to yourself to never kiss, hug or even slightly look at your bf again in his dorms with the risk of someone else being home too. as you sat down next to riku again, you let out a big sigh you didn't even realize you were holding in.

you leaned back, sitting shoulder to shoulder with your boyfriend as he looks up at you; "..baby.." you meet his gaze as he stared into your eyes with mischievous look on his face. "yeah?" riku took your hand and pulled it under the blanket, placing it on top of his still throbbing erection in his pants; "..please?" he says as he over exaggeratingly bats his eyelashes at you. "riku!!!!" you gasped as you hit his chest. riku lets out a laugh; "ok, ok, ok!! I'll do it myself!!!!" he stands up and pulls the blanket that was covering your bodies, along with him. tying it around his middle, he leans down to give you a quick kiss; "i love you" before you could even look up or reply, he rushed his way to the bathroom.

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