#i bet on losing huskies

[ibetonlosinghuskies]

every time someone brings up the player allegations i think of the first clip:

she better get that natty this szn or i will SOB

[madamechrissy]

Losing Control Now masterlist/ Mafia! Prettyboy Gojo headcanons

part one - part two - part three

Pairings: Mobster Gojo x bartender F!reader

Summary: Something about running the Gojo mafia just makes Satoru so bored. Boring, boring boring. Sure, he loves money, he loves women, he loves snorting snowy powder off their bodies. He loves the power that comes from it- but he's just bored. That is, until he stumbles upon you, the brand new bartender that makes him pause, falter, and then soon he becomes obsessed, with knowing you, in every single way. Paying off your mom's debts and working two jobs, you're exhausted, but something about this pretty Mob boy just makes you... excited again. How far in are you, and how far is Satoru in the mafia world? All he knows, is he must have you.

CW: Sexual tension, eventually explicit sex, mafia themes, drug themes, violence, obsessed ass whipped ass Satoru Gojo, oral sex, possessive Gojo, drug use and drug dealing - lowkey Yandere fkn Gojo hehe. Light angst, some fluff, heavy smut, lots of teasing, light angst and hurt comfort.

That Gojo art is by michi_ia on X!!! This is the Gojo from Pour it Up (Stripclub owner Sukuna x reader)- likely a mini series- I would suggest reading it too so you'll see his personality, but can be a standalone WC so far- 22.5k

Playlist -Mafia! Prettyboy Gojo headcanons below

Mafia! Prettyboy Gojo who just finds everything so boring, even snorting lines off pretty stripper's bodies, even drinking with his best friend and partner in crime, Suguru. These meetings and those things, and this job, and this drop, blah. Negotiations!? Pfft. No he wants something fun and no amount of fruity drinks or sugar up the nose is cutting it anymore.

Mafia! Prettyboy Gojo has his drink getting filled by one dancer, sipping it and finding it much too harsh, he stands up then, as Sukuna chuckles 'need it even more of a lil bitch drink?' Satoru rolls his blue eyes, flipping Sukuna off then saying 'it's not sweet enough!' Satoru walks out into the humming club then, faltering as he sees a girl that must be new, in a black bra, black booty shorts and fishnets that are glowing under the blacklights. His eyes trail slowly up and down her body, filling him with filthy images as he finally meets her eyes- your eyes.

Mafia! Prettyboy Gojo who is usually so cocky and arrogant just stands there for a minute, like you're bringing him right out of some haze he's been in, as he feels your eyes looking right back, nervous smile on your pretty face. 'New here, sweetheart?' he asks, voice husky and deep, probably the prettiest damn person you've ever seen, for a moment you can't answer, blue eyes swirling and bright even under the club's dark lights and through the smoke and fog, you feel his gaze on your body as you're leaning over the side of the bar. 'I am new'

Mafia! Prettyboy Gojo can't get your name out of his mind, as you bite your lower lip, focusing on making his drink - 'the first of the new job, you're special' you tease, and Satoru manages to get some of his charm together, chuckling as he leans over the bar. 'I am special, hmm?' you wonder why he wants that many sugary concoctions in one drink, but god it's the best drink, and he has to murmur 'bet you taste even better' earning your blush even under the flashing lights, 'huh?' he just brushes back your hair, smirking before he walks off, bombarding Sukuna with questions about you.

Mafia! Prettyboy Gojo specifically requests you sit with him during the next meeting, as they discuss the Zenin family and the Kamo family, two other big names in the Mob scene, but now he gets to focus on you, as he decorates your collarbone with snowy powder, snorting it off you, while you can't stop a little whimper. No one hears it but him, and it makes him feral, cock throbbing as your hips shift, his eyes notice every movement until they close, and he licks the residue off your throat, hot tongue making your mind go insane with images of just what that long pink tongue can do.

Mafia! Prettyboy Gojo finds these meetings about the business so much more fun now, but instead of looking at any of the strippers, he's only looking at you, at your pretty eyes, plump lips parted as you look at him, and he wonders how pretty you'll look cumming just for him. When they're all leaving the meeting in the VIP room the next time, you can't stop yourself, sitting on his damn thigh, wetness making your panties sticky, and you look at him then. 'Need something, sweets?' he murmurs, smirking like an arrogant little ass, as his hand slips up and down your thigh, and he's been edging you for just too long, so you break - 'touch me, please Mr. Gojo'

Mafia! Prettyboy Gojo dies internally at your request, precum already making his boxers stick as he finds your clit under this slutty skirt you have on, rolling a fingertip over a twitchy clit, and your head falls back, 'mnh, s'good!' you whine, grinding on his thigh, but it's just not enough for Satoru, he turns you so you're straddling him on this red velvet couch, he looks dangerous but somehow sweet, as you clutch his suit jacket, and he sinks two fingers in your cunt, pressing against that spongy spot in your slick walls, making your cunt drool down to his pretty silver rolex, those sleeves of his coated with you as you roll your hips, moaning, back arching - 'shh, sweets, don't want anyone t'hear this slutty cunt, hmm?'

Mafia! Prettyboy Gojo has the most ridiculous, long thick fingers you've ever felt, you're closer and closer as he continues curling them inside your eager hole, your lips just a breath from his as your hands now enwrap in his silky white locks, grinding even more on his hand, as he chuckles softly, his breath ghosting over your lips. 'need me to play with that little clit, too?' you nod weakly - 'sure things, pretty girl, there you go, that's it' you're shattering now, and Satoru is watching, while his thumb presses over your twitchy clit, and you're cumming so hard you feel dizzy, pussy pulsing and dripping down his fingers, trembling thighs on either side of him.

Mafia! Prettyboy Gojo sighs at how pretty you are, slipping those two fingers in your mouth, smirking and murmuring 'suck them clean, be a good girl for me' and you eagerly obey, before he grabs your hair by the nape of your neck, slamming your lips down on his. You both get interrupted by a very amused Sukuna then, who says 'let her get to work Satoru, or you need to get behind the bar and shake your ass' Satoru chuckles as you're blushing furiously, and he helps you adjust your skirt and panties, 'give her the day off tomorrow, I'll pay to cover someone' Sukuna sighs 'whatever' he grumbles, you blink then, looking down at his grinning face 'Satoru I can't afford to take off' he doesn't know the bills you have, the situation you have to take care of with your family, to help them, he sighs then 'I'll pay you four times your shift to just date me'

Mafia! Prettyboy Gojo has never really gone on a date, no he just has girls on his arm, under him on his bed, he certainly didn't have to even try to do something like offer money, but he'd offer anything for a chance at you. You all don't end up going anywhere, though, because once you're in the back of Satoru's limo, and he's doing a line off your inner thigh, he starts licking at it, and before you know it he's dragged your panties off, burying his pretty face right in your pussy. 'ah, Mr. Gojo!' he leans up as he swipes the flat of his tongue from your drooling little hole to your clit, pressing a kiss on it 'Satoru, while you're cummin' all over m'face, hmm baby? taste s'fucking sweet' Satoru dives back in and the sounds of him slurping you up are obscene

Mafia! Prettyboy Gojo licks and sucks your clit, humming on it until you're shattering, cumming so hard you see stars, then you're riding him right in that limo, struggling to take his huge cock, as it stretches your tight little pussy out, veiny and thick and sloppy, he moans into your mouth as your walls tighten around his cock, as he slams up endlessly into your pretty cunt over and over. You're on your knees, sucking his cum off him, off his pretty pink tip, before you're on your knees right in the plush limo seat, and he's hitting it from the back, making you cry out 'Satoru!' which makes him bust again, inside you so deep, pulling out and watching your arousal and his cock drip down so messy, before he scoops his sticky cum and shoves it back inside you.

Mafia! Prettyboy Gojo can't stop thinking of how good it looked, your pussy sucking up the cum so greedy, when he sees you the next day at your work, and it's not long until he's behind the bar, eating your pussy that he cannot get enough of, all while you're trying to work, you're so cute trying to mix a drink when his tongue is on your clit, and you're squeaking at him, 'Satoru, s-stop' but he can't stop. He's got your panties in his pocket, he'll keep them for later, you shouldn't worry about that, but you're trembling with nerves and fear when he runs out to deal with the Zenin bullshit with everyone, worried about things you don't fully know yet.

Mafia! Prettyboy Gojo is dying to get back to you, he doesn't wanna deal with all this shit, he just wants to drink you up more, but here he is, as he deals with some of the bullshit that the Zenins are doing, he can't stand them then, when he has to actually show them just who and what the Gojo family is. When he is covered in blood, him, Suguru, Toji and Sukuna come back to the club, exhausted, when you see him you blink back tears, and he murmurs 'come to my place, clean me up?' He is exhaling and shooting that smirk, but there's so much behind it, you see now. You eagerly obey, realizing you both don't know anything about each other yet, as you're bandaging his pretty face, all cut up, in his pristine bathroom, and you're wondering just what it is that Satoru has gotten into, but for now you both just kiss, his blood tangy against your lips, as his kiss gets hungry, desperate, and he murmurs 'I need you'

Mafia! Prettyboy Gojo He's smearing that blood across your pretty tits as he has you right on his bathroom counter, knowing he'll do anything to protect you, to keep you, from shit you will now get into for being with him, cupping your face as he fucks into you, and your eyes roll back in your skull, covered in Satoru's spit, his blood, now his precum as he's pumping in and out of you, knowing he certainly can't let you go, but he also can't let anyone know you're his weakness.

Buy me a glass of wine🍷 - Gen Masterlist - ©All works by Madamechrissy you may not reproduce

[v6quewrlds]

❝ candy paint, l. norris. ❞  ‎ ‎ ┉  

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀summary: lando norris is a lot of things: 100% honest is not one of them. good thing you're around to make sure he owns his weaknesses.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀author's note: first lando fic everyone cheer!! finding my footing writing lando's personality (dry asf) but I'll get there lmao day three of my no nut november series.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀warnings: smut, please do not interact with my work if you are under 18. language, friends with benefits, the max mentioned is fewtrell not verstappen, oral (male receiving)protected sex, neither reader nor lando can shut the fuck up.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀pairing: lando norris x reader.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀word count: 2k.

"You're kidding, right?" you said into the phone, your voice laced with a hint of skepticism. The rain pattered against the window of your apartment, matching the rhythm of your thoughts. You had just returned from a week-long work trip and were looking forward to a quiet evening in.

Lando's voice was as persistent as the rain outside. "Come on, mate. It's been too long. You know I can't wait." His tone was a blend of playful and demanding, the kind that usually made your heart flutter. But this time, you had to draw a line.

"Lando, seriously," you said, a smirk playing on your lips. "What about your little bet with Max?" The mention of Max's name brought a mischievous glint to your eye. You knew how much he hated losing, especially to his friends.

Lando chuckled, the sound echoing through the line. "I wasn't sticking to the bet anyway. I've got to see you." His voice grew husky with desire, the kind of voice that made your knees wobble and your resolve waver. "I'll come to you."

You hesitated, your eyes narrowing as you considered his plea. The thought of seeing Lando sent a warm shiver down your spine. You could almost feel his strong hands gripping your hips, his breath hot on your neck. "Fine," you relented. "But if you want to come over, I'm telling Max you caved."

"You wouldn't," Lando said with mock horror, and you could almost hear his grin.

"Oh, I absolutely would," you replied, the challenge in your voice unmistakable. "You're the one begging to see me, remember?"

The line went quiet for a beat, and then Lando sighed dramatically. "Alright, fine, whatever. I'll be there in twenty."

Twenty minutes later, the sound of the door opening and closing was like music to your ears. You felt the heat of Lando's presence before you even saw him. He was soaking wet from the rain outside, his white t-shirt clinging to his muscular chest. You couldn't help but laugh at the sight of him. "You look like a drowned rat," you said, standing up from the couch where you had been scrolling through your phone.

"Charming," Lando shot back with a smirk, shaking his wet hair like a dog and spraying droplets across the floor. He stepped closer to you, and you could smell the faint scent of his cologne mingling with the freshness of rain. "But it's worth it if it means I get to see this gorgeous face." He leaned in to kiss you, but you playfully pushed him away. "What, no greeting for the man who braved the storm to see you?"

You rolled your eyes but couldn't hide your smile. "Take off your clothes before you drench the whole place," you said, stepping aside. You watched as he peeled off his shirt, revealing the defined abdomen and muscular arms that had your knees growing weaker by the second. You made no effort to hide your eyes sweeping over his form as you bit your bottom lip.

He kicked off his shoes and socks, leaving a puddle by the door. "Better?" he asked, a glint in his eye as he moved closer.

"Marginally," you replied, trying to keep your cool. But when Lando's hands reached for your waist, pulling you into his warm embrace, you melted against him. His touch was like a warm blanket on a cold night, comforting and revitalizing all at once.

You kissed with an intensity that spoke of weeks of pent-up longing, your tongues dancing in a familiar rhythm. His hands slid down your back, cupping your ass, and you felt his erection pressing against your thigh. "You're going to be the end of me," he murmured against your lips.

You pulled away just enough to whisper, "You're the one who couldn't wait." You stepped back, taking his hand and leading him to the couch. With a swift motion, you straddled him, your cotton shorts riding up your thighs. Lando's hands roamed up your legs, his thumbs teasing the hem, hinting at what was to come.

Your round brown eyes searched his emerald ones, a silent question lingering between you two. "You sure you're ready to lose?" you asked, your voice low and sultry. The room was filled with the sound of your ragged breaths and the distant patter of rain.

Lando's grin was all the answer you needed. "Love, I'd do anything to taste you right now." His thumbs hooked into the waistband of your shorts, and with a quick pull, they were around your ankles. He groaned as he felt the heat of your bare skin against his.

You giggled, a sound that was music to his ears, and leaned back, placing your hands on his shoulders. "Well, you're in luck," you said, your voice dripping with seduction. "Because I'm feeling quite generous."

Without breaking eye contact, Lando reached for the waistband of his sweats pulling it down with a slow, deliberate movement. His erection sprang free, and you couldn't help but gasp. He was always so beautifully aroused, so ready for you. You slid your hand over it, feeling it pulse beneath your touch.

He groaned, his eyes closing briefly before snapping open again. "Don't tease me," he warned, his voice strained.

"Who's teasing?" you said, your smile wicked. You kneeled off the couch, your soft dark curls brushing against his chest, and took him in your mouth. Lando's grip tightened on the couch cushions, his body arching off the cushions with a hiss.

"Fuck, babe," he groaned, his eyes rolling back. Your mouth was warm and wet, moving over him with the kind of expertise that only came from knowing someone's body intimately. You took him deep, your tongue swirling around the head before pulling back to tease the sensitive underside. You knew every inch of him, every spot that made him squirm, and every spot that made him beg.

You felt a rush of power, your eyes sparkling with amusement as you watched Lando's reaction. You loved the way he lost control around you, the way his cocky exterior crumbled to reveal the desperate need beneath. You bobbed your head faster, taking him deeper each time, until you felt his thighs tense and his hips jerk upwards.

"Goddammit," he breathed, his hands finding their way into your hair, guiding your movements. "I can't wait anymore." He pulled you off him, his eyes dark with need. "Get on top," he said, his voice a gruff command.

Your heart raced as you straddled him, your own desire matching his. You watched as he reached into the pocket of his sweats, retrieving a condom he casually slid over his length. Then you felt him at your entrance, his fingers eagerly pushing your panties to the side, and with a little wiggle, you sank down, enveloping him in your warmth. Lando's eyes rolled back in his head, a silent groan escaping his lips. The sensation of him filling you was overwhelming, a sweet ache that you had missed.

You found your rhythm quickly, your bodies moving together as if you had been practicing this dance your whole life. Lando's hands roamed your body, cupping your breasts and squeezing your hips as you rode him. Your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving little half-moons of pressure as you rose and fell. Each time you took him in, you felt like you were claiming a piece of him, a piece that was yours and yours alone.

The sound of your bodies slapping together filled the room, a testament to your passion. You leaned forward, your breasts brushing against Lando's chest, and whispered, "Couldn't even go two weeks, could you?" Your voice was teasing, but it held an underlying satisfaction. You knew you had the power to make him break his bet.

"Fuck the bet," Lando groaned, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. "You're all I need." His words were punctuated by his hips bucking upwards, pushing into you with a desperation that sent a shiver down your spine. The room grew hotter, the scent of your desire mixing with the dampness from the rain outside.

Your movements grew more frantic, their breaths mingling in the air. The couch creaked beneath you, a testament to the intensity of your passion. You felt yourself getting closer, your inner muscles tightening around him. Lando's grip on your hips grew firmer, his fingers digging into your skin.

"Come for me," he urged, his eyes burning into yours. "Let go, baby."

You threw your head back, your dark curls bouncing off your shoulders as you picked up your pace. The sensations grew more intense, each stroke bringing you closer to the edge. Lando's hands moved from your hips to your breasts, his hands squeezing at the bouncing flesh before leaning down to bring his mouth to the peaks. You gasped, the pleasure shooting straight to your core.

"Yes, just like that," you moaned, your voice a little raspy. The warmth of his mouth on your breasts sent shockwaves through your body. You felt your orgasm approaching, the familiar coil tightening in your belly. You leaned into him, your movements becoming erratic as you chased the feeling.

Lando could feel you tightening around him, your breath coming in short gasps. He knew you were close, and it was his undoing. He thrust upwards, his own release building. "Fuck," he groaned, his eyes meeting yours, silently pleading for you to let go.

With a cry, you did. Your orgasm washed over you, making your body convulse. You felt him swell inside you, his own climax following closely behind. You held onto each other tightly, your bodies moving together in perfect harmony until the waves of pleasure subsided.

For a moment, you stayed just like that, panting and sweaty, your hearts hammering in your chests. Then, Lando leaned in to kiss you, a gentle brush of his lips that spoke of affection and satisfaction. He pulled out of you with a soft groan, and you felt a twinge of loss. But the warmth of his body remained, his arms still wrapped around your waist.

"You're amazing," he murmured against your neck, his voice a low rumble that made your skin prickle. You leaned into the embrace, feeling a sense of peace wash over you. This was your thing, your little slice of heaven, left uncomplicated despite your close friendship.

You lay there for a while, your bodies entwined and your breaths slowing. The rain outside had turned into a gentle pitter-patter, lulling you into a state of post-coital bliss. It was moments like these that made the world seem to stop spinning, where the only thing that mattered was the warmth of each other's skin and the sound of your hearts beating in unison.

You leaned back and looked into his green eyes, the corners of your mouth curling up in a knowing smile. "So," you began, "Are you going to man up and text Max now, or should I?"

Lando groaned, his head falling back against the couch cushion. "You're enjoying this way too much," he said, a hint of a grin playing on his lips.

"I like seeing you squirm," you replied, your voice light and playful. You reached for your phone on the coffee table, your eyes gleaming with mischief. You knew Lando was competitive to a fault and losing was not something he took kindly to, especially not when it came to something as serious as a bet with Max.

Lando's eyes narrowed playfully as he watched you type away, his arms still around your waist. "Don't be too detailed," he murmured, his grip tightening slightly.

You glanced up at him, your smile widening. "Oh, I won't," you said sweetly, sending the text. "But he's going to know you didn't last five minutes."

Lando's eyes shot open. "You didn't!"

"Oh, I did," you said with a laugh, the sound like a melody in the quiet room. "And you know what?"

He tugged on your hair gently, bringing you closer. "What?"

"It was worth it," you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity. "Every single second."

You kissed him softly, your tongue darting out to trace his bottom lip. Lando's eyes closed, savoring the moment, his arms tightening around you. He knew you were right, that the thrill of being with you was worth any bet.

[insidekatmind]

Losing Bet- Jobe Bellingham

Wearning: +18, slight smut, english is not my first language.

It was the first of November, and Jobe had accepted his brother Jude’s challenge for the famous "No Nut November". As usual, Jobe was competitive, and losing to his older brother wasn’t an option. However, there was a problem: you

You knew that every time you wore a short dress or threw him a more provocative look, you’d drive him crazy. And while he was striving to stay true to his promise, you seemed to enjoy testing him without even realizing it. At least, that’s what he liked to think.

---

4 November: the beginning of frustration

Jobe was lying on the couch, his PlayStation controller in his hands, but his eyes weren’t fixed on the screen. They were pointed at you. You were wearing a black dress, just above the knees, and you were setting up the table for dinner. The light of the kitchen lit up your body, making your skin shine like silk.

"Can you stop walking back and forth like that?" he popped, without turning away.

You turned around, raised eyebrow. "I’m just setting. Problems?"

"You’re... too close," he muttered, looking down.

You smiled, putting a plate on the table with theatrical slowness. "Too close, Jobe? Don’t tell me this challenge is already weighing on you."

"Absolutely not!" he replied immediately, the tone too defensive to be credible. "It’s just... it’s not easy to concentrate."

"Focus on what? Beat your brother?" You looked at him with a mischievous smile, approaching to whisper in his ear. " You know you can’t win, right?"

Jobe swallowed hard. "You’ll see."

---

10 November: tension grows

Things were getting worse. Every innocent gesture of yours seemed to amplify his frustration. One evening, while watching a movie together, you leaned against his chest, playing carelessly with the edges of his sweatshirt. Jobe held his breath, trying to keep calm.

"Is everything okay?" you asked, looking up at him, your innocent eyes staring at him.

"Perfectly," he answered in a husky voice. But the blush on his face betrayed the truth.

"Are you sure? You’re a little... tense," you continued, sliding one hand down his arm.

"I’m fine," he insisted, but his clenched jaw and clenched fists said otherwise. In the end, he stood up sharply. "I must... drink water."

You followed him into the kitchen, watching him lean against the counter, taking a deep breath. "You know, Jobe, you can give up anytime. There is no shame in losing."

He turned to you, dark eyes shining with fierce determination. "I will not lose. Especially against Jude."

"Not to lose to Jude, or not to lose with me around?" you asked him, tilting your head.

Jobe puffed, his hand in his hair. "" You... are the problem."

You smiled, and approached him until you touched his chest. "" Me? I’m not doing anything." You looked straight into his eyes, your voice a whisper. " It’s just me."

---

25 November: the deadline

It was evening, and you were trying on a new dress. When you came out of the bathroom, you found Jobe sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in your hands. As soon as he saw you, his eyes widened.

"What do you think?" you asked, turning slowly. The dress was tight, perfectly wrapping your curves, and your skin shone in the soft light of the room.

"You’re... incredible," he murmured, but there was a note of suffering in his voice.

"Thank you," you replied, moving closer to sit next to him. You kissed his cheek gently, but he did not move. When you tried to pull back, his hand grabbed your wrist.

"You can’t do that," he said, looking at you with a seriousness that made you hold your breath. " You can’t be so... perfect and expect me to stay strong."

"Then surrender," you whisper, your face a few inches from his.

Jobe closed his eyes, struggling with himself. "No. I can’t. I won’t lose to Jude."

"But you’re losing with me," you replied, letting yourself fall gently on his knees, your hands slipping around his neck.

"You don’t play clean," he muttered, his trembling hands stopping on your hips. "And it’s not fair."

"Right?" you bowed your head, your hair touching his face. "It’s not a matter of right or wrong, Jobe. It’s just a matter of what you really want."

At that moment, his determination collapsed. His hands were squeezed around you, and his breath mixed with yours as his lips found yours with an urgency that he had held back for too long.

You started to rub your hand on his cock making him moan loudly while sucking his lip making him moan and making Jobe raise your dress with urgency. You smiled and unbuttoned his jeans and lowered his boxer shorts.

You put a hand around his cock that was very hard and started to saw it and Jobe moaning swearing but stopped your hand. He wanted to hear you, he needed to be inside of you.

You smiled and lined his cock in your pussy and both of you moaned as he tried not to close his eyes feeling like your pussy was squeezing his dick.

"shit, I missed that feeling," said Jobe moaning as he squeezed your ass and started lifting his hips to fuck you.

You moaned and started sucking his neck, driving him crazy. He started moving his hips faster while he occasionally slapped your butt as he grunted.

---

The next day, at breakfast.

Jude walked into the kitchen with a smirk at Jobe’s nipples on his neck. "So, little brother, did you resist?" he said sarcastically

Jobe looked up at you, who was smiling innocently as you drank your coffee. Then he sighed, looking down. "All right, I lost. Are you happy?"

Jude burst out laughing. "I knew it! And you were so sure. I just wonder what made you give in..."

"You’ll never know," said Jobe, glancing at you with a complicity.

Jude smiled and winked at you to thank you for making you laugh*

[hoshifighting]

hi, lyla! saw that requests are open and i literally have this in my drafts lol

could u write about chan and the reader having phone sex since chan is currently on a tour. he had his fleshlight with him and they exchange dirty talks with each other ><

thank u in advance and pls be safe and healthy always! also, love the new theme, i got shocked when i saw u in my notifs lmao

phone sex with chan as he uses a fleshlight (sex toy)

WARNINGS: smut, sex toy (fleshlight), masturbation [m.& f.], dirty talk, chan moaning loud, chan being NEEDY!!!!!!

chan’s voice is crackly but clear over the line, the telltale hotel-room TV buzz in the background. he’s panting already, his breaths uneven, and you can hear the faint, unmistakable wet schlick-schlick sound of his fleshlight in motion. the moment you catch it, you grin wickedly.

“really, chan?” you tease sultry. “you couldn’t even wait for me to pick up?”

“fuck—don’t start,” he groans, it was clear he was frustrated at the same time. “you weren’t answering. i’m desperate, okay?”

you bite your lip, your hand already sliding beneath the waistband of your shorts. “you miss me that much, baby?”

“you have no fucking idea,” he breathes out, the sound of the fleshlight’s wet squelches picking up pace. “this thing—it’s not even close. doesn’t feel like you at all.”

you hum, your fingers dipping lower. “that’s because it’s not me, channie. i’m the only one who knows exactly how to ride you.”

he whines at your words, a high, desperate sound that makes you clench around nothing. “you’re so mean,” he mutters, his voice laced with need, all whiny.

“oh, am i?” you taunt, your tone mockingly sweet. “you’re the one fucking a piece of rubber while i’m over here, all wet and needy for you. but go ahead, channie—tell me how good it feels. is it tight enough for you?”

“it’s—it’s tight,” he stammers, his voice cracking slightly. “but it’s not the same. fuck, it’s not even close.”

“of course it’s not,” you purr, your fingers circling your clit. “it doesn’t squeeze you like i do, doesn’t pull you in and milk you dry. poor baby, having to settle for that cheap little toy.”

his moans grow louder, the wet, rubbery sounds filling your ears as he starts to lose control. “fuck, i need you,” he pants, his words tumbling out in a rush. “need your hands, your mouth, your pussy—need all of you.”

you smirk, your own breathing growing heavier. “you’re so needy, channie. moaning like a little slut—what would your members think if they heard you?”

“shut up,” he gasps, his voice breaking on a whimper. “they’re—they’re not gonna hear me. fuck, you’re so mean.”

“mean?” you echo, your tone dripping with mock innocence. “i’m not the one whining and moaning like a bitch right now, am i?”

“fuck—fuck,” he groans, his voice shaking. “please, baby, talk to me. tell me what you’re doing.”

“i’m touching myself,” you admit, your fingers moving faster. “thinking about how much better i’d feel than that stupid toy. bet it doesn’t even grip you right, huh?”

“it doesn’t,” he whimpers, his movements growing frantic. “doesn’t feel like you at all. i need you so bad, baby—please.”

“aw, poor channie,” you coo, your voice softening just a little. “don’t worry, baby. when you get back, i’ll make sure you don’t even think about that dumb little toy ever again.”

his moans reach a new pitch, his breaths ragged and broken. “i’m close,” he gasps desperated. “fuck, i’m so close.”

“then cum for me,” you urge, your voice dropping into a husky whisper. “cum and think about how much better it’ll feel when it’s me.”

with a choked cry, he falls over the edge, his moans loud and unrestrained as he spills into the toy. the wet, messy sounds of his climax make your own orgasm rush through you, leaving you gasping and trembling. as the two of you catch your breath, the line goes quiet for a moment, save for the soft sound of his breathing. finally, he speaks, his voice hoarse but satisfied.

“that…was so much better than this stupid thing,” he mutters, and you can’t help but laugh.

“told you,” you tease. “but don’t throw it away just yet. you’ve still got a few more weeks of tour left, and we’re not done having fun.”

his groan of protest makes you smile, and you can practically hear the blush in his voice as he mumbles, “you’re gonna kill me, baby.”

[zlut4rina]

Airplane mode

Storyline: On your way back home from your trip to the Bahamas, your girlfriend decided now would be the perfect time to use her bet winning prize.

Pairings: Nonidol!Giselle x Fem Reader

Warnings: Fingering, public sex, cum eating (?), little plot in this one.

Note: blonde giselle I miss u blonde giselle 💔🙏

Word count: 1.5k (it's short ik 💔, hardly proof read btw)

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After a quick week long get away with your girlfriend Giselle, it was time to head home. Packing your things and making your way to the plane which would be a 16 hour ride back home.

About 6 to 7 hours in, you and your girlfriend were enjoying your time together. Watching movies and shows you both enjoyed. Playing games while laughing amongst each other. Losing the track of time, due to being distracted by one another. Time flew by and honestly you didn’t want the trip to end, but all good things have that outcome sooner or later. That was until your girlfriend spoke: “Hey, remember that bet we had back at the air bnb?” She questioned looking over at you. You looked at her a bit confused before a huge smile formed on your face. “OH YEAA, you cheated me in that” you said crossing your arms. Giselle smiled at your antics before placing a hand on your thigh rubbing circles on you with her thumb.

“Do you remember what the prize was if either of us won?” she questioned this time now gripping your thigh a bit harder sinking her nails into your skin a little. You bit the inside of your lip, placing a hand on top of hers. Giselle leaned down to your ear “You have to do whatever I tell you to..” She whispered in a low husky tone. Your face flushed with a tint of red, you gripped her hand off of your thigh holding it next to your body. “What about it?” you asked trying to keep a bit of composure in your voice. Your girlfriend chuckled a bit, wrapping a arm around you pulling you closer to her. “I want you to do something for me..” her voice laced with a hint of lust. She pulled you as close as she could get you to her, closing any possible gaps between you two.

You looked at her giving her a questioning hum in response. She took her arm from around you and went to squeeze your thigh a bit harder than before, this time looking you in the eyes. “Do you think you can be quiet from me pretty girl?” She questioned tilting her head a bit at you. You finally catching on to what she was planning you took her hand off of you. “What the hell, really? Now? Here?” you basically bombarded her with questions and concerns. Yapping away at how risky and scary it is to even think of doing something like that on a plane.

Your girlfriend smirked at you “I mean does it really matter as long as your quiet.” She asked slightly annoyed. “Besides I won that little game fair and square, you owe me.” That was all she said before her hand started trailing up your thigh. Moving up and down at a slow agonizing pace that she knew would set you off. Her fingers rubbing against your heat ever so slightly before going back to caressing your thigh. You try to close your legs only for her to pinch you instead , forcing them to stay open. “Now? Are you serious…” you said softly below a whisper. Your girlfriend smiling at you “Everyone is sleep, nobody is gonna care”. She slowly brought her hand up to your chin making you face her, pulling you into her kiss. Which soon turned into a a sloppy make out with you trying to contain tour moans. Whimpering in her mouth she put her tongue inside, you both immediately fighting for dominance. Which she obviously beat you to, taking this opportunity to slide her hand down and unbutton your pants.

She rubs your clothed clit through the fabric of the panties she bought you during your trip. “So pretty” she spoke into your lips. Moving down to work her magic on your exposed neck. Her pace with her fingers grew faster, causing you to jolt your body into her touch. Using your hands to push her away, to no avail she didn’t even flinch. “Wait, what if someone catches us?” you whispered reaching to cover your mouth after, due to the way she was working on your neck. She finally let up “nobody’s gonna catch us, as much as I wanna hear you. As long as you keep it quiet, we’ll be okay.” While she spoke her hand went into your panties rubbing circles on your sensitive clit. Her fingers trailed down sliding into your wet warm cunt immediately coating her fingers. She brought them back up to your clit making it wet and slippery. “For someone so against this you sure seem to be enjoying yourself, huh.” Trying to contain your moans you grit your teeth together placing your hand on your mouth. Her motion on you stopped abruptly, your entire body relaxed to the sudden disappearance of her. “You sound so cute trying to hold back. But I love it better when I can hear you.” A grin formed on her face looking you in the eyes. “Let me hear you.” She took your hands away from your mouth, starting her way back in your neck leaving noticeable marks all over your neck. You moaned a little too loud biting your lip right after realizing. Causing your girlfriend to smile against your neck, leaning up to kiss you again.

Her fingers went back down on you, digging her digits deep into your heat her fingers were soaked and covered with your juices. Finally done with her teasing she slowly entered two fingers inside you. Pumping into you slow and steady, earing quiet soft whimpers from you. Finally letting off your neck she sat up straight in her chair looking out the window or ahead of her as if she wasn’t ruining you. All it took was for one of your seating neighbors to awaken, and be met by you sweating, hands clamping on your chair and the arm of your girlfriend. Throwing your head back, mouth slightly open taking in quick gasps, drying your throat. You let out airy moans and silent curses under your breath. Beads of sweat sticking to your forehead and neck. You girlfriend on the other hand was checking her phone and looking around as if everything was casual. You gripped her arm tighter digging your nails into her skin leaving marks there, she’ll definitely tease you for later. Her movement became faster and messier causing the wet noises between your legs to grow louder. You were sure not everyone on the ppane was sleep, and with how loud things were getting between you two you were sure they could hear faint noises in the distance. Or maybe the people behind you or in front of your were listening all along.

“Fuck I’m close..” you said in between breaths leaning your head on your girlfriends shoulder. Her fingers became quick, adding an extra digit fucking you with three stretching you out in the process. You bit your lip, tucking your face into the crook of her neck. Allowing yourself to let out the most sinfully sounds. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer the way you clenched around her, struggled to keep your legs open. The way your body humped her hand desperately, looking for some extra friction. Giselle lifted your chin up to face her bringing you into a sloppy heated make out as you came all over her hand. She didn’t stop her movements, continuing to fuck you deeply as you came down from your high. Closing your legs around her hand trying yo pull her away with your hands. You moaned into her neck a little drool flowing out the corner of your mouth and onto her shirt. She took her hands out of you slowly, bringing her fingers to her mouth licking all of you off. Still acting nonchalantly looking out the window, not paying you no mind. She finally turned her head to you “Your such a great listener baby” you smiled against her as your chest rose and fell like crazy.

You finally let her go, relaxing in your seat whipping the sweat from your forehead, still trying to catch your breath. “I should go clean up.” You said quietly attempting to get out your seat to make your way to the bathroom. Giselle stopping you by holding your hand down. She looked at you in the eyes with a stupid smile on her face, “There’s no point baby, it’s just gonna be way worse for you when we get home.” Your face flushed with red once again, sitting yourself back down comfortably. You felt a kick on the back of your chair, Turing around to see who it was, to give them a piece of your mind about it. You were met by multiple glares from the people behind and across from you. Of course your worse fear had to happen. You turned back into your seat sitting up straight staring at the back of the seat in front of you. Slowly Turing your head to your girlfriend she had a stupid smirk on her face.

Maybe next time you should bet on things your confident you would win.

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Sorry this took forever to post 🙏

Glaze it rn n ill give u a big smooching 👅

[stxrsniolo]

𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝑡𝑜 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝒍͟𝒊͟𝒎͟𝒊͟𝒕͟𝒔

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : alright, babes, heads up because this is about to get filthy, and I’m talking full-on smut, no filter, no shame; if you can’t handle the heat, bounce now, because i’m not holding back .ᐟ

you’re stark naked in matt’s room, sprawled across his messy bed, the sheets crumpled and smelling like him; a heady mix of sweat, expensive cologne, and that earthy scent that’s purely him.

the air’s thick, buzzing with tension, and your eyes are locked on him while he’s just as bare, leaning against the wall with that lazy, cocky vibe he always carries, his body’s on full display: a light dusting of dark hair across his chest, that tummy you loved to kiss, and his cock, half-hard already, resting against his thigh, thick, veined, and tempting as hell.

you’d made this dumb bet: see who could hold out longer without touching. no touching each other, no touching yourselves. just teasing, torturing, breaking the other down. and fuck, you’re both playing it to the edge.

you bite your lip, letting your legs fall open a little wider, giving him a clear view of your pussy already glistening, slick with arousal under the dim glow of his bedside lamp. your skin’s heating up, your nipples stiff and aching, your breath coming faster.

you catch his gaze and flash a challenging smirk.

“what? you're gonna crack already, matt?” you say, voice low and taunting, your fingers hovering near your thigh, teasing the boundary but not crossing it.

he lets out a rough chuckle, his blue eyes darkening with lust, pinned on you. “nah, m’so good at this, y’know? but y’lookin’ like y’bout t’help yerself,” he drawls, that lazy slur in his voice hitting you right where it hurts, stirring the heat pooling in your core.

he shifts, his hand resting just beside his cock not touching, but close enough that you see it twitch, hardening further, the tip flushing a deep red, a bead of precum glistening at the slit.

he’s killing you with it, and he knows it, the bastard.

“fuck, matt, you're playing dirty,” you mutter, your voice wavering as you lean back on your elbows, letting your tits lift, nipples hard as rocks, begging for attention. the heat between your legs is unbearable, your clit throbbing, screaming for relief, but you hold firm.

“my little tease, huh? so wet f’me already, i can see it,” he says, leaning forward now, his breath heavier, eyes glued to your pussy like he’s starving for it. his cock’s fully hard now, jutting out, thick and heavy, the veins bulging like they’re about to burst. he licks his lips, slow and deliberate, and you swear you almost lose it right there.

“shut up,” you snap, but your hips twitch involuntarily, a desperate little movement chasing something you won’t let yourself have. the room reeks of sex even though nothing’s happened—sweat, arousal, the raw scent of you both mixing in the air. your skin’s hot, sticky, and every breath makes that pulsing ache between your thighs worse.

he moves closer, getting on his knees on the bed, near enough that you can feel the heat radiating off him, but still not breaking the rules. his cock’s inches away, bobbing with every shift, the precum dripping now, a thin, shiny trail sliding down the shaft.

you can smell him: the musk of his arousal, sharp and primal, and it’s driving you insane.

“y’lookin’ at it like y’wanna suck it,” he teases, voice husky, his hand flexing like he’s dying to grab himself but won’t. “bet y’thinkin’ ‘bout how it’d feel, huh? s’cold out here, but m’so fuckin’ hot f’you.”

“you’re such a dick,” you groan, your resolve slipping as you spread your legs wider, letting him see how soaked you are, your folds slick and swollen, your clit practically begging for him. your whole body’s trembling now, every nerve on fire, and you can feel the wetness dripping down to the sheets beneath you.

“m’so close t’winnin’ this,” he mutters, but his voice cracks, and you see the sweat beading on his forehead, the way his chest heaves with every ragged breath. his cock twitches again, more precum leaking out, and he shifts closer still, the tip so near your thigh you can feel its heat without contact.

“fuck you,” you hiss, your hands gripping the sheets, knuckles white, as you arch your back just enough to make your tits bounce, taunting him. your pussy clenches around nothing, the emptiness maddening, and a whimper slips out before you can stop it.

“y’gonna cave first, sweetheart,” he growls, his eyes wild now, his control hanging by a thread. he leans in, his breath hot against your neck, not touching but so close you feel the ghost of it. “s’wet, s’ready f’me—y’can’t take it no more, can ya?”

you’re shaking, your whole body screaming at you to give in. your pussy’s dripping, a slick puddle forming beneath you, and your nipples are so hard they hurt. every word from him, every move, is pushing you closer to the edge without even a touch. you can see it in him too, his cock’s rock-hard, pulsing, the head an angry red, precum pooling at the tip, sliding down in slow, obscene streaks.

“matt, i swear—” you start, but your voice breaks into a whine as your hips buck again, involuntary, desperate. you’re losing it, and he’s right there with you, both of you teetering on the brink, suffering in the best, worst way.

“‘was s’bad, huh? y’gonna give up f’me?” he whispers, his voice raw, his face inches from yours now, his breath fanning over your lips. his cock’s so close to your pussy you can feel its warmth, and it’s torture. pure, agonizing torture.

you don’t know who’s going to break first, but you’re both fucked, drowning in the heat of it, the game stretching you both to your limits.

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[wh1msic4lwasab1]

"𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫"˚ ₊‧꒰ა $ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

synopsis: after losing a bet in the casino a day prior, your boyfriends gamble against you was for his girlfriend to show up with him the next day in a sultry, but fun outfit ;)

tags: semi-public, oral, pet names (bunny), vulgar, explicit

wrd cnt: 600+

a/n: i wasn’t even a huge aventurine fan before this but lord this was fun to write

Aventurine, your boyfriend, stood before you, his piercing eyes gleaming with anticipation. He was dressed to impress, his tailored suit accentuating his chiseled features. You, on the other hand, were clad in a bunny costume, complete with fluffy ears, a cotton ball tail, and a revealing corset. It was his request, and you had reluctantly agreed, knowing it you’d be a swindler for all eternity if you didn’t complete your end of the bet.

The casino was bustling with people, just like the day before. The sound of clinking glasses, chatter, and the constant hum of slot machines creating a cacophony of noise. You had chosen a relatively secluded spot, nestled between two rows of slot machines, but it was still very much in public. The thrill of being caught added to the excitement, and she could feel her heart racing in her chest.

"Get on your knees, loser," Aventurine chuckled, his voice low and husky, as he ran his fingers through your hair, sending shivers down your spine.

You nodded, her eyes locked on his, as she dropped to her knees. The cold, hard floor beneath you was a stark contrast to the warmth of your skin, but you didn't care. You were here to make good on your word, and plus, it was all too ridiculous to take seriously.

Aventurine's eyes never left yours as he unzipped his pants, revealing his already-hard cock. "Go on, bunny," he whispered, his voice laced with desire.

You obliged, fingers wrapping around his shaft as you began to stroke him. You played with his tip, slapping it down on your tongue while looking at him as he played on the slots, flushing money down the drain as if it was worthless.

You kissed down his length, teasing him just a while longer before uour mouth enveloped his cock, taking him deep into your throat. Aventurine's eyes fluttered closed, a soft groan escaping his lips as you worked your magic.

"Fuck, you're so good at this," he whispered, his voice trembling with pleasure. "You're a dirty little whore, aren't you? Yeah…now keep going.”

You hummed in response, the vibration of your lips sending shivers down his spine. His hips began to buck, his cock pistoning in and out of your mouth as he chased his release, while trying to stay as neutral as possible as people constantly walked by.

The sound of clinking glasses and laughter from the nearby bar grew louder, but you didn't care. You were lost in their own little bubble of desire, where nothing else mattered.

As Aventurine's orgasm approached, he pulled out of your mouth, his chest heaving with excitement. "I'm going to come all over your face, mkay’ bunny?," he whispered, his eyes blazing with intensity.

You nodded, your heart racing with anticipation.

With a few swift strokes, Aventurine came, his load splashing across your face, dripping down your chin and onto your corset. Your closed her eyes, feeling a rush of arousal flow down into your cunt, wishing he’d just let you ride him where he sat; and he probably would if he was just a little drunk and had no problem with getting you two arrested.

As you opened her eyes, she saw Aventurine's gaze locked on your, his eyes burning with desire. "Shall we make another bet?"

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[hisfavegirl]

Heyy, I love your HOTD reactions! What about like their reaction to you being a VS Angel and like being the surprise guest on the runway?

Bet, but i make it like they're performing on shows and SURPRISE BITCHES. You know for fun?

HOTD Characters Reaction When You Being A Surprise Guest Angel On VS Fashion Show.

Pairing : Aegon Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Jacaerys Velaryon, And Daemon Targaryen.

Thanks to @zaldritzosrose For Letting Me Use Your Beautiful Dividers 🫶🏻

Aegon.

Aegon steps onto the Victoria’s Secret stage, mic in hand, bathed in golden light. He’s in his element—grinning, hyping up the crowd, ready to give a show. But then, mid-chorus, the energy in the room shifts. The cheers get louder. The cameras snap faster.

And then he sees you.

Striding onto the runway like a goddess, wings on your back, silk and lace clinging to your body in all the right ways. A surprise guest angel—his angel.

Aegon’s eyes go wide for a split second before his grin turns absolutely feral. He nearly misses a beat in the song, chuckling into the mic as his gaze devours you. The crowd is losing their minds, but Aegon? He’s thriving.

“Ohhh, you didn’t tell me about this, baby,” he practically purrs into the mic, voice dripping with amusement and something darker. His voice dips lower, smoother, as he adjusts all his attention to you. “Damn. Now I’m distracted.”

The internet explodes. The live chat? Chaotic.

“AEGON’S FACE WHEN HE SAW HER LMAO”

“HIS JAW DROPPED AND HE STARTED SINGING TO HER IMMEDIATELY”

“Bro forgot he was performing for a second.”

“No bc the way he looked at her like he wanted to EAT HER ALIVE—”

Aegon spends the entire song singing directly to you, eyes tracking every movement, smirking every time you give the audience a wink or a spin. When you finally reach the end of the runway, he doesn’t even hide the way he checks you out, practically swaggering toward you as he belts out the final note.

The second the lights dim and you walk offstage, he’s right there, grabbing your waist, pulling you flush against him. His voice is low, husky, smug as hell against your ear.

“You were incredible, baby. But you owe me for not telling me about this.” A slow smirk. “I think I need a private runway show just for me.”

Aemond.

Aemond stands center stage, mic in hand, effortlessly commanding the room with his performance. His deep, velvety voice fills the venue, smooth and controlled—but then, something shifts. The crowd erupts, screams growing deafening, cameras flashing wildly.

And then he sees you.

Striding down the runway in silk, lace, and towering heels, wings on your back, looking absolutely breathtaking. A surprise guest angel—his angel.

For the first time in his career, Aemond falters. His grip on the mic tightens, and his lips part slightly as his eye devours you, the song momentarily forgotten. Then, as if snapping back to reality, his expression shifts into something smug, almost predatory. A slow, knowing smirk tugs at his lips, and suddenly, every lyric he sings is just for you.

The internet implodes. Live chat? Destroyed.

“THE WAY HIS JAW DROPPED. HE WAS NOT READY.”

“Bro forgot how to BREATHE for a second.”

“HIS SMIRK. HE LOOKS LIKE HE’S ABOUT TO DEVOUR HER.”

“Aemond watching his girl walk VS? Yeah, we lost him.”

His eye follows every step you take, barely containing his grin when you throw a teasing glance his way. When you reach the end of the runway and strike a final pose, his voice dips, lower, rougher, as he draws out the last lyric—his smirk deepening as he watches you turn and walk away.

The second the lights dim and you step backstage, you barely have a moment to breathe before he’s there—grabbing you by the waist, pulling you flush against him. His voice is low, amused, laced with something darker.

“You didn’t tell me about this,” he murmurs against your ear, fingers brushing the feathers of your wings. “I should be mad… but you looked so fucking good out there, I’ll let it slide.”

A pause. A smirk.

“But I am going to need a private show later.”

Jacaerys.

Jace steps onto the Victoria’s Secret stage, mic in hand, grinning as he works the crowd. He’s in his zone—singing, flashing that boyish smirk, completely at ease. But then—

The energy in the room shifts.

The cheers grow louder. The camera flashes intensify. His crew, the models on stage, even the band exchange glances—something is happening.

And then he sees you.

Striding onto the runway, silk and lace clinging to your body, diamond-studded wings glistening under the lights. A surprise guest angel—his angel.

Jace’s voice catches for half a second before he lets out a stunned chuckle into the mic. His lips curl into the cockiest grin, eyes locked on you, tracking every move. The crowd is losing their minds, but he’s completely focused on you.

“Oh, shit,” he mutters with a breathless laugh, running a hand through his curls, forgetting for a moment that he’s live on stage. “Didn’t see that coming.”

The internet explodes. Live Chat? Shambles.

“JACE’S REACTION OMFG HE LOOKS SO IN LOVE.”

“The way he paused and then started smiling like an idiot 😭.”

“BRO FORGOT HE WAS PERFORMING FOR A SECOND.”

“If my man doesn’t look at me the way Jace looks at her, I don’t want him.”

He recovers quickly, grinning wider, effortlessly slipping into full-on performer boyfriend mode. Every lyric, every playful smirk, every lingering glance—it’s all for you. When you pass him on the runway, he reaches out, fingertips brushing over your hand for just a moment, a silent damn, you’re killing me before you continue your walk.

By the time the show ends and you head backstage, he’s already there, waiting. The moment you step off the runway, he grabs you, spinning you into his arms, still breathless with excitement.

“You seriously didn’t tell me about this?” he laughs, eyes gleaming. “That was so unfair. You nearly made me forget my own lyrics.”

His smirk turns teasing, cocky as hell. “But, uh… I think you owe me for that little surprise, baby.” A slow grin. “How about we recreate your runway walk—just for me?”

Daemon.

Daemon stands on the Victoria’s Secret stage, exuding effortless confidence as he grips the mic. He’s always in control—smooth, charismatic, completely unshakable. But then—

The crowd erupts.

The cheers grow deafening, camera flashes nearly blinding, and Daemon instinctively smirks, knowing something big just happened. And then—

He sees you.

Striding onto the runway, draped in silk and lace, diamond-studded wings framing your body like something divine. A surprise guest angel—his angel.

For the first time in his career, Daemon stumbles. His lips part slightly, his grip on the mic tightening as his eyes darken, tracking every movement like a predator locking onto prey. Then—his expression shifts. That signature, cocky-as-hell smirk spreads across his face, and his voice lowers into something dangerous as he chuckles into the mic.

“Well, well… I wasn’t expecting that.”

The internet loses it. Live Chat? Collapse.

“HIS JAW DROPPED AND THEN HE STARTED SMIRKING I CAN’T—”

“Daemon eye-fucking his girl on live TV is so on brand.”

“Bro FORGOT he was performing for a second.”

“Not him looking like he’s about to devour her.”

Daemon spends the rest of the song making it obscenely obvious who he’s singing to—every glance, every smirk, every playful growl laced with undeniable possession. And when you reach the end of the runway, throwing the crowd one last teasing smile, he laughs lowly into the mic, shaking his head.

The second the lights dim and you step backstage, you barely take a breath before Daemon is there. He doesn’t waste a second—gripping your waist, spinning you into him, his breath warm against your ear as he murmurs, voice thick with amusement and something darker.

“You seriously didn’t tell me about this, princess?” A slow, teasing smirk. “I should be mad… but you looked so fucking delicious out there, I think I’ll let it slide.”

His hand trails down your back, fingers brushing the feathers of your wings. His voice drops lower, eyes glinting with something wicked.

“But don’t think I’m letting you walk away that easily. I need a private encore.”

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[spicyschemmenti]

THE BET ➫ melissa schemmenti

pairing: melissa schemmenti x fem!reader

synopsis: you and melissa have placed a bet - a bet that you can't go for 24 hours without calling melissa mommy

warnings: dom!sub!dynamics, mommy kink, swearing, degradation, anal, deepthroating, strap-on, face riding - basically 18+

word count: 6.2k

author's note: for the darling @bellatrixnnarcissa - we're finally here! thanks for listening to me vent and overall being great. hopefully this meets your request!

You should have known you were going to lose.

The bet had been simple — last a full 24 hours without calling Melissa Mommy. That was it. One measly day.

And if you won? Well, you’d finally get to flip the script, take control, make her fall apart underneath you for once. It was a rare opportunity, one she dangled in front of you like a treat, smirking the whole time because she knew, she fucking knew, you didn’t stand a chance.

“But I love a good show, sweetheart,” she’d said last night, voice thick with amusement as she leaned against the counter, sipping her whiskey. “So go ahead. Try your best. Maybe you’ll surprise me.”

God, you wanted to prove her wrong.

Wanted to wipe that smug smirk off her face and have her begging for once. But the punishment for losing? That was the risk. If you caved - if you slipped up, even once - she could do whatever she wanted with you. No rules. No limits. Just her in complete control.

And you?

You hadn’t even lasted a fucking hour.

It had happened so fast.

The two of you were curled up on the couch after breakfast, Melissa lazily running her fingers through your hair as some show played in the background, neither of you really paying attention. You had melted into her touch, sighing softly as she scratched at your scalp, her nails dragging slow, lazy patterns that sent little shivers down your spine.

And then it just… slipped out.

"Mmm… love you, Mommy."

The second the word left your lips, your entire body tensed. Your eyes shot open, heart plummeting into your stomach.

Melissa’s fingers stilled in your hair.

For a second, neither of you moved.

And then she let out a quiet chuckle, low, husky, dripping with amusement as she pulled her hand away and leaned back against the couch.

“Well, well,” she murmured, tilting her head. “That was fast.”

You bolted upright. “Wait—wait, no! That doesn’t count! I wasn’t even thinking—I—”

She turned to face you, slow and deliberate, the corner of her mouth twitching up into a smirk.

“You weren’t thinking?” she repeated, voice deceptively sweet as she reached out, catching your chin between her fingers.

Your breath hitched.

“That’s funny, sweetheart,” she continued, dragging her thumb over your bottom lip. “’Cause I do recall saying there were no excuses.”

Fuck.

Her eyes darkened, that slow smirk curling into something wicked. Predatory.

“Bet’s over, baby,” she murmured, her voice dropping to something lower. Hungrier. “You lost.”

Your thighs clenched together, heat pooling between them at the way she was looking at you—like she already had a hundred ways to ruin you running through her mind.

Melissa must have noticed, because her smirk deepened.

“Guess that means I get to do whatever I want with you,” she teased, tilting your face up to hers. “Isn’t that right?”

You swallowed hard and nodded, barely breathing as she ran her fingers down your throat, teasing, light — just enough to remind you of who was in control now.

She hummed, dragging her nails over your collarbone before letting her hand drop.

“Good girl,” she cooed.

Then she leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear as she whispered, “Now be a doll and get on your knees for Mommy.”

Your stomach flipped.

A soft whimper left your lips before you could stop it, and Melissa pulled back just enough to look at you—really look at you—her eyes sharp and knowing.

“Oh, honey.” She tsked, trailing her fingers down your arm, sending shivers in their wake. “You’re already so worked up, aren’t you? All because you couldn’t keep that pretty little mouth shut?”

You felt like you were on fire.

You nodded weakly, your body betraying you as you squeezed your thighs together again, desperate for even a little bit of friction.

Melissa saw.

And she laughed.

“Aw, poor thing,” she teased, voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Bet you’d do anything to be touched right now, huh?”

You whined, nodding again, barely able to form words.

She clicked her tongue. “Mm-mm. You know better than that.”

Her hand slid under your chin, tilting your face up until your eyes met hers again.

“Say it,” she ordered.

You swallowed hard, pulse pounding in your ears. “Yes, Mommy.”

Her grin was sharp.

“That’s what I thought.”

Then she leaned back, spreading her legs slightly, patting her thigh as she cocked an eyebrow at you.

“C’mon, baby. On your knees. Now.”

Fuck.

You scrambled off the couch, dropping to your knees between her legs, heart hammering against your ribs as you gazed up at her, waiting for her next move.

Melissa reached down, threading her fingers into your hair with a slow, deliberate tug that made you gasp.

She tilted your head back slightly, her dark, hungry gaze locking onto yours as she smirked.

“Such a good girl for me,” she murmured, brushing her thumb over your cheek.

Then she leaned forward, her lips barely ghosting over yours as she whispered,

“Now, let’s see if that mouth of yours is good for something other than losing bets.”

You could barely breathe. Your hands trembled as you helped Melissa unbutton her pants, your fingers clumsy with anticipation. She lifted her hips slightly, sliding them down just enough to reveal the lace boxers hugging her thighs, and the thick, black strap-on pressing insistently against the fabric.

Your breath hitched. A needy little whimper escaped before you could stop it, your mouth already watering at the sight of her cock, the sheer size of it making your thighs clench.

Melissa chuckled. “Oh, baby,” she cooed mockingly, stroking her fingers through your hair as she watched your dazed expression. “You that desperate already? Didn’t even touch you yet, and you’re whimpering like a pathetic little slut.”

You whined, your face burning hot, but you didn’t deny it. How could you? Not when she was looking at you like that - so smug, so in control, like she already owned you.

And fuck, she did.

“Open.” Her voice left no room for argument. You obeyed instantly, parting your lips as Melissa tugged her boxers down just enough to free her strap, the silicone tip glistening from the lube she must have applied earlier. She pressed it against your lips, tapping it lightly against your tongue, making you shiver. “Take it, slut.”

You moaned at the command, wrapping your lips around the head, letting her slide it past your tongue. Your jaw stretched around the sheer size of it, and Melissa let out a low groan as she eased in, her grip in your hair tightening. “That’s it,” she murmured, guiding you down inch by inch. “Look at you so fucking eager. Always such a needy little thing for Mommy’s cock, huh?”

You nodded as best you could, cheeks hollowing as you sucked, your tongue swirling over the length. Melissa’s breath hitched. She let you work for a few moments, watching with hooded eyes as you bobbed your head, spit pooling at the corners of your mouth. But then she got impatient. Her fingers tightened in your hair. And then she thrust.

You choked as she pushed herself deep, the tip slamming against the back of your throat, your eyes instantly watering. “Fuck, yeah,” Melissa groaned, her head falling back against the couch. “That’s more like it.”

She didn’t let you pull away. Didn’t let you catch your breath. Instead, she held you down, her grip firm as she fucked your throat — using your mouth like you were nothing but a toy, a wet, willing hole for her pleasure.

Tears streamed down your face as she pounded into your mouth, her hips lifting off the couch with each thrust, the harness rubbing against her clit in all the right ways. “God, listen to you,” she spat, her voice dripping with cruelty. “Fucking gagging around my cock like a dumb little bitch.”

You whined around her, throat tightening from the stretch, but the way she moaned at the sensation made it all worth it. “That’s all you’re good for, isn’t it?” she panted, dragging your head down until your nose was buried against her pelvis. “Just a fucking cock-hungry whore for Mommy.”

You whimpered, drool spilling down your chin, your throat raw and aching as she ruined you. Melissa’s grip tightened. Her thrusts grew erratic, her breath ragged. You knew she was close. And fuck, the thought of her coming from using your mouth like this - her pleasure entirely in her control - made your head spin.

Her hips snapped up one last time, pressing you down hard against her strap, the harness grinding perfectly against her clit. Then she came.

A low, guttural moan tore from her throat, her entire body tensing as she rode out her high, her thighs trembling from the intensity. She held you there, forcing you to take it, her cock still stuffed deep in your throat as she came down from her peak, her breathing uneven.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she loosened her grip, letting you pull back just enough to gasp for air. Your chest heaved, spit and tears staining your cheeks, your lips puffy and swollen. Melissa looked down at you, her gaze heavy-lidded, possessive. Then she smirked. “Such a good little fucktoy for me,” she murmured, dragging her thumb over your ruined lips.

She tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet her gaze.

You were trembling.

Drool clung to your chin, your lips raw and swollen from how brutally Melissa had just used your mouth, and yet you needed more.

Melissa leaned back against the couch, breathing heavy, eyes hooded as she looked down at you. Her smirk was sharp, predatory. She reached down, dragging her fingers over your cheek, swiping at the spit that had dripped onto your skin.

“Messy little thing,” she murmured, her tone almost amused. “Can’t even suck cock without making a fucking mess of yourself.”

You whimpered at her words, thighs clenching together as heat pooled between them.

Melissa noticed.

Of course she noticed.

And she fucking laughed.

“Oh, baby,” she cooed mockingly, fingers trailing down your jaw. “Did that get you even wetter? Getting face-fucked like a useless little whore?”

You whined, nodding weakly, the humiliation only making the ache between your legs worse.

She sighed dramatically, as if she pitied you. “You’re fucking pathetic.”

Then she sat up, her fingers suddenly curling around the hem of your shirt.

“Get naked,” she ordered, her voice dropping into something darker. “Now.”

You scrambled to obey, desperate, stripping off your top before standing to shove down your shorts and underwear.

Melissa’s eyes darkened.

She reached down, picking up the soaked pair of panties you had just discarded, holding them up with two fingers. The fabric was absolutely drenched, glistening with your arousal.

She let out a slow, amused hum. “Jesus Christ. You’re actually disgusting.”

You swallowed thickly, squirming under her gaze.

Melissa smirked, standing up to her full height, towering over you as she dangled your soaked underwear in front of your face.

“Open your mouth.”

Your breath hitched, eyes going wide. “W-what?”

She cocked an eyebrow. “You heard me, slut.”

Your body acted before your mind could even catch up — your lips parting instantly, tongue peeking out just slightly as you obeyed.

Melissa grinned.

Then she shoved the ruined panties into your mouth.

The fabric was soaked, sticky against your tongue with the taste of yourself, and your thighs clenched together, a needy whimper escaping past the makeshift gag.

Melissa chuckled, stepping back to admire her work. “Much better. Can’t stand all your useless little noises.”

She ran her fingers down your chest, her nails scraping lightly over your skin as she trailed lower… lower…

Until she reached between your legs.

You gasped around the fabric as she cupped you, two fingers slipping through your soaked folds, gathering the wetness that had already started dripping down your thighs.

She pulled her hand back, holding her fingers up in front of your face — completely coated in your arousal.

Her eyes flicked up to meet yours.

“Fucking dripping,” she murmured, shaking her head. “And I haven’t even touched you yet.”

You whimpered, barely able to breathe as she slowly licked her fingers clean, humming as she tasted you.

Then she leaned in close, her breath hot against your ear as she whispered,

“Get in bed.”

You practically ran.

Your legs wobbled as you stumbled toward the bedroom, your heart pounding, your body burning, the fabric still stuffed in your mouth as you obeyed without question.

You climbed onto the bed, settling onto your back, your entire body thrumming with anticipation.

Melissa followed.

She stripped off the rest of her clothes as she entered the bedroom, her toned frame moving with effortless confidence, every inch of her radiating power.

And fuck, you could barely breathe.

She climbed onto the bed, spreading your legs with one knee as she settled over you, her strap-on brushing against your inner thigh, making you jolt.

Her fingers hooked into the soaked fabric in your mouth, slowly pulling it free, dragging it over your lips.

Then she smirked, brushing a thumb over your spit-soaked lips.

“Gonna be a good little fucktoy for Mommy?”

You nodded frantically, voice wrecked as you gasped,

“Yes, Mommy.”

Melissa grinned.

Melissa didn’t waste time.

The second she was lined up, she thrust into you, hard and fast, burying her cock to the hilt in one brutal motion. The stretch was overwhelming, your walls fluttering around the thick intrusion, your body struggling to adjust to the sheer size of her strap. A choked gasp ripped from your throat, your nails digging into the sheets as your back arched off the mattress.

Melissa groaned above you, rolling her hips to grind the strap in deeper, making you writhe beneath her. “Fuck, baby,” she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement. “You’re already clenching around me like a desperate little whore. What happened to all that fucking confidence?”

You whimpered, eyes fluttering shut as the burn of the stretch turned into something hotter, deeper—something that made your toes curl. Your hands scrambled for purchase, gripping at her arms, her back, anywhere you could reach, but Melissa was already setting a punishing pace.

She fucked you into the mattress, her hips snapping forward with each thrust, the bed creaking beneath you as she drove into you again and again. Your breasts bounced with the force of it, your nipples hard and aching from the friction, and Melissa’s gaze dropped, watching the way they moved with every snap of her hips.

“Goddamn,” she muttered, reaching out to grip your hip with one hand while the other slid up to your chest, her fingers catching one of your nipples between them. She rolled it roughly, tugging just enough to make you cry out. “So fucking sensitive. So easy to break.”

Your head tilted back, a strangled moan spilling from your lips as pleasure ripped through you, your body already teetering on the edge. The angle of her thrusts had her strap grinding perfectly against that spot inside you, making your thighs tremble, making your stomach tighten with that telltale coil of heat.

Melissa smirked, pressing her weight into you, forcing your legs higher, nearly folding you in half as she drove in deeper.

“Oh, you like this, don’t you?” she taunted, her breath hot against your ear. “Like being bent and fucked like a stupid little ragdoll?”

You could only nod, eyes hazy, lips parted as desperate little moans escaped with every thrust.

She leaned back slightly, her hands gripping the backs of your thighs as she spread you open wider, exposing just how wrecked you were. A sharp slap landed against your inner thigh, making you jolt, making your walls clamp down around the thick length filling you.

“Look at you,” she sneered. “Fucking dripping down my cock. You that desperate to be bred, huh? Too bad sluts like you don’t fucking deserve it.”

The words made your entire body seize up, a whimper catching in your throat as your hips bucked involuntarily.

Melissa laughed.

“Oh, baby,” she cooed mockingly, slowing her thrusts just enough to tease you, rolling her hips in deep, deliberate strokes that made your breath hitch. “That got you even wetter. You really are a filthy little whore.”

You whined, your hands reaching up in desperation—grabbing at her breasts, squeezing them, tugging at her nipples just the way you knew she liked.

Melissa hissed, her hips stuttering for just a moment before she let out a low, wrecked groan. “Fucking brat,” she growled, her grip tightening on your thighs before she slammed back into you with renewed force, pounding into you so hard the headboard knocked against the wall.

Your entire body jolted with every thrust, your breasts bouncing, your vision blurring from how deep she was.

“Mommy—fuck, Mommy!”

Melissa groaned at the way you wailed her title, her pace growing rougher, meaner, determined to make you scream for her.

“Cum for me,” she ordered, her voice thick with pleasure as she rutted against you, the harness grinding against her clit with every movement. “Be a good fucking toy and cum on Mommy’s cock.”

You snapped.

Pleasure exploded through you, white-hot and all-consuming as your orgasm tore through your body. Your walls clenched around her cock, your thighs shaking violently as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over you.

Melissa groaned as the harness pressed perfectly against her clit, her hips stuttering as she came, a deep, wrecked moan spilling from her lips as she ground against you, riding out both of your highs.

For a long moment, the only sound in the room was heavy breathing— the sheets damp with sweat, your body boneless beneath her.

Melissa pulled back slightly, brushing her fingers over your flushed cheek, her smirk lazy, satisfied.

“You really thought you could win that bet?” she teased.

You let out a weak, breathless laugh. “I—I tried…”

Melissa chuckled, shaking her head. “Not hard enough, baby.”

Then she rolled her hips again, pushing back into you, her smirk widening as you gasped.

“Guess that just means I get to keep using you until I’m done.”

Before you could even catch your breath, she was flipping you onto your stomach, pressing your face into the damp sheets. Her palm splayed against your back, keeping you pinned as she shifted behind you, spreading your legs apart with her knees.

“Fuckin’ filthy,” she muttered, dragging the slick head of her strap through your folds, smearing your arousal. “Look at this mess. You made a goddamn mess all over my cock, and you still think you’re done?”

You whimpered, shifting your hips instinctively, already feeling the deep ache of oversensitivity creeping in. But Melissa just laughed, her fingers trailing up your spine before gripping the nape of your neck.

“Stay still,” she ordered, her voice thick with amusement. “Mommy’s not done playin’ with you yet.”

A sharp slap landed against your ass, making you jolt, your walls fluttering around nothing. You barely had time to process the sting before her fingers slid lower, pressing against the tight ring of muscle that had never been stretched for her before.

Melissa groaned, her breath hot as she leaned down, lips brushing against your ear.

“You ever had your ass fucked, baby?” she taunted, rubbing slow circles around the tight muscle. “Or am I the first one who gets to ruin you?”

Your breath hitched, your face burning as you shook your head weakly.

Melissa chuckled darkly. “That’s what I thought.”

She spat onto her fingers before pressing one inside, working you open, making you whine and squirm beneath her. But she was relentless—stroking, teasing, stretching you inch by inch while you writhed, overwhelmed by the foreign pressure.

“Goddamn, you’re tight,” she groaned, her other hand wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath stutter. “Gonna take my cock like a good little fucktoy, aren’t you?”

You could only moan in response, your body trembling as she finally pulled her fingers away, replacing them with the thick head of her strap.

Melissa didn’t ease you into it.

She thrust forward in one brutal stroke, forcing the fat length inside you, stretching you so wide your body locked up. The burn was instant, a choked sob catching in your throat as your fingers clawed at the sheets.

Melissa groaned at the way your ass clenched around her cock, her grip on your throat tightening as she pressed her weight against you, keeping you trapped beneath her.

“Jesus fuck,” she growled, rolling her hips, grinding the thick silicone deeper. “You feel that, baby? Feel how my cock’s splitting you open?”

You were wrecked, your body struggling to adjust, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. But the pain only made the pleasure sharper, more intoxicating, sending heat pooling in your gut.

Melissa smirked, her other hand snatching your wrists, pinning them behind your back as she set a punishing pace.

She fucked you rough and deep, using your body like you were nothing more than a hole for her pleasure. Each thrust sent shocks of sensation up your spine, the slick sound of her strap driving into your ass echoing through the room.

“Fucking pathetic,” she sneered, her grip tightening as she pounded into you. “Letting me fuck your ass like a desperate little bitch. You like this, don’t you?”

You sobbed out a broken moan, nodding as your body trembled beneath her.

“Of course you do,” she spat, slamming her hips against yours. “You’re nothing but a filthy fucking slut, taking whatever I give you.”

Her fingers curled around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your vision blur at the edges, your walls clenching involuntarily around her strap.

“Cum,” she ordered, her voice rough, demanding. “Cum while I fuck your ass, you worthless little whore.”

And fuck—you did.

Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, your body locking up, your walls fluttering wildly as pleasure wracked every nerve ending. Your vision went white, your mouth open in a silent scream as Melissa groaned behind you, grinding her cock in deep as she chased her own high.

She shuddered above you, the harness rubbing perfectly against her clit, dragging her over the edge as she let out a deep, wrecked moan. “Fuck—” She cursed, her grip on your wrists tightening, her body shuddering as she came, her moan low and wrecked, hips grinding against yours, drawing out every last wave of pleasure.

Melissa let out a slow, satisfied sigh as she finally pulled out, leaving you wrecked and trembling beneath her. She chuckled, trailing her fingers down your spine, watching as you shivered at her touch. “You did so good for me, baby,” she murmured, her voice still thick with arousal. “But I’m not fucking done with you yet.”

She reached down, undoing the straps of the harness, letting it drop to the floor. You barely had time to recover before she grabbed your chin, tilting your face up toward her, her blue eyes dark and hungry.

“You wanna taste Mommy?” she taunted, dragging her fingers over your swollen lips, smearing the remnants of your own pleasure across them. “Wanna clean me up like a good little slut?”

You moaned softly, your tongue darting out to taste her fingers, desperate and eager. Melissa smirked, guiding you onto your back before crawling up your body with slow, deliberate movements. She straddled your chest first, her bare thighs framing your vision, her heat so close you could already smell how wet she was.

“Look at you,” she mused, running a hand through your messy hair. “So fucking desperate to eat Mommy’s pussy.” You nodded frantically, hands instinctively gripping her thighs, squeezing the firm muscles as you tried to pull her closer.

Melissa chuckled, indulging you just enough to lower herself, letting her wet heat brush against your lips but not quite giving you what you wanted. “Beg me,” she ordered, her voice firm.

“Please, Mommy,” you whined, your voice muffled against her. “Wanna taste you... need to taste you.” That was all she needed. She sank down onto your mouth, grinding against your eager tongue with a low, satisfied groan.

The moment you got your first taste of her, you moaned into her cunt, wrapping your arms around her thighs to hold her in place as you licked and sucked with unrestrained hunger.

Melissa hissed, rolling her hips, forcing you to take her deeper. “That’s it, baby,” she praised, her fingers threading into your hair, tugging just enough to make you whimper. “God, your mouth was fucking made for this.”

You groaned happily, the vibrations making her gasp above you. She was already soaked, her slick coating your tongue as you lapped her up, circling her clit before dipping lower, fucking your tongue into her. Melissa shuddered, her thighs tightening around your head. “Oh, fuck—” she gasped, her voice breaking into something raw and needy.

You didn’t stop. You couldn’t.

You flicked your tongue over her swollen clit, sucking it between your lips as she rocked against your face, using you, chasing her high. Melissa’s breath hitched, her grip on your hair tightening as she lost herself in the pleasure. “Just like that,” she groaned. “Don’t fucking stop, baby.”

You moaned into her, your tongue relentless, your hands digging into her thighs as you held her there, determined to drown in her. Melissa let out a wrecked, broken moan, her movements getting sloppier, her thighs trembling. “Fuck—fuck, baby, I’m gonna—”

And then she snapped. Her entire body tensed as she came hard, her hips jerking against your mouth, her moan turning into a choked, breathless cry.

You kept licking, drinking in everything she gave you, letting her ride out her orgasm against your tongue. Finally, she collapsed forward, catching herself with one shaky hand against the headboard, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.

She smirked down at you, brushing her thumb over your spit-slicked lips. “Such a good little toy for me,” she murmured, her voice laced with satisfaction.

Then, with a wicked glint in her eyes, she rolled her hips again, dragging her soaked cunt over your face. “Think you can make me cum again?” she teased, grinding down. You moaned in response, tongue darting out eagerly. Melissa chuckled, biting her lip as she settled in. “That’s my good girl.”

And fuck—she was going to use you all night.

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hiiiiii! Some one shot requests for Pazzi! I love seeing Paige hurt and azzi comforting so anything like Paige being sick and Azzi there for her, Paige getting hurt in practice and Azzi worried, Paige getting benched and Azzi supporting her❤️

hi hi, thank you for all the reqs!! i swear sometimes you guys live in my brain, one of the other two will be present in the upcoming chapters, but here’s this for now 🤭

fever dreams (bonus chp)

summary: paige is sick so azzi takes a surprise visit to uconn to comfort her.

cw: just fluff

a/n: sry this is so short, i wrote this at the beach so it’s not really formatted or spell checked sry!!

paige's pov:

my head spins as i open my eyes, immediately regretting my decision. an ache throbs in my head, my throat feels like sandpaper, and every muscle in my body feels tender.

i hadn't been feeling good after practice yesterday, but i had attributed it to the usual pains of conditioning. i knew it was gonna take some getting used to, but this was a different kind of pain.

i swept my sheets over my legs, trying to take my first step. my foot hits the ground, and i become aware of how warm my skin is. a chill runs through my skin, my bones ache at the weight of my body.

i can't ignore it anymore, i'm definitely sick.

a sharp dread works its way through my stomach, relentless and unforgiving. i feel nauseous at the thought of telling coach i had to miss practice already.

it's only been a few weeks into summer workouts with the team, and i'm already gonna get benched. coach is going to kill me. i squint at my phone, the brightness sending a searing pain through my head.

a few missed calls from mom, a couple of insta dms, a handful of texts from my teammates. but my heart sinks when i see no messages from azzi.

my first instinct is to call her, to let her voice soothe my sickness through the phone. just the thought of her soft cadence coats my mind like cough syrup down my throat.

god, i wish she was here.

it's only really been a few weeks since i left minnesota but i couldn't help but feel like we were drifting day by day. she'd called me the first few nights, but things felt different. we were still us, just muffled through the static of my phone.

i know i should've told her i'm sick, but part of me hopes she'll reach out first. i shoot a quick text to geno then close my eyes, hoping to drift away from the pain.

i fall asleep quickly, heavy with sickness. my sleep is light, burdened by the fever and chill of my body. my fever makes me kick the sheets off, just to immediately put them back on after my skin chills.

a soft knock pulls me from my feverish haze, and i blink slowly. all the light in my room has dimmed as the sun cast it's final warmths from outside. i drag myself to the door, every step a conscious effort.

when i open it, i squint in disbelief. azzi stands there, or at least i think she does. worry flickers through her expression as she scans my body. my head feels fuzzy, the edges around her features softened, blurred.

am i dreaming? this can't be real.

"azzi?" i whisper, my voice barely audible. "what-" my throat aches, voice cracking at the first syllable.

even in my dreams, i'm still nervous around her.

i reach out, half-expecting my hand to pass right through her. my fever must be worse than i thought, conjuring up the one person i've been longing to see.

please be real. please be mine for a day.

my hand reaches her forearm, solid and warm. a rush of gratitude wades over me, and for a moment, the pain ceases.

she's here. she's actually here.

"oh honey," she calls out empathetically, "is it that bad?" she pulls me in for a hug, squeezing at my waist. the cool touch of her fingers against my back is soothing, like she carried acetaphetamine under her fingertips.

i didn't realize how much i needed this until now.

i lean into her, resting my cheek on her shoulder. i turn my head, burrowing myself into her neck. i take a deep breath, inhaling her scent. a sweet familiar vanilla and something else uniquely her. my voice muffled by her skin as i speak, "are you real?"

i feel her laugh at this, "yeah, paige. i'm really here," she says, her voice soft but clear. "your mom called me. she said you were sick and all alone."

my heart races at the thought of my wellbeing being her catalyst to come all this way. i imagine her packing a bag, careful and deliberate. reading on the plane, asking my mom for directions, knocking at my door.

she came here for me. she dropped everything and came to see me.

"let's get you back to bed," azzi says softly, wrapping an arm around my waist to hold the weight of my body. she sets me down on my bed, her eyes carefully scanning my movements as i tuck myself in. i pull the sheets over my chin, looking up at her.

she's so pretty, so kind.

she reaches the back of her hand to my forehead, pressing softly for a moment. "you're burning up," she says empathetically. "i'll be right back okay?"

i almost want to reach out and pull her close, tell her she’s the only thing i need. but i let her go, she grabs something from her bag and walks towards the bathroom.

when she returns she places a cool cloth on my head, holding my cheek in her hand. the cloth is nice but it’s her touch that’s really soothing. her careful, loving hands both soothes and brings a new ache to my body.

i worry i’ll never be cured from the ache of needing her.

“thanks az,” i whisper, giving her a soft smile. “mhm,” she hums, “do you want some tea? it should help your throat.”

“oh you don’t have to-” i start, but she’s already heading for the sink.

“do you want lemon or no?” she calls out from the kitchen. i’m impressed, she really thought of everything.

“sure,” i croak out, trying not to strain my voice. in the few short minutes she’s gone, i feel my eyelids grow heavy. i lay my head down, slowly drifting back to sleep.

azzi’s pov:

i pour the hot water into the cup, letting the tea seep. i wrap my hands around it, taking in its warmth.

i walk out towards her, talking to myself, “i brought green tea too but it has caffeine and i figured you should sl-”

she’s already passed out, her blonde hair thrown lazily over her shoulders and face. i watch her chest rise and fall, her eyelashes flutter slightly. even in the dim light of her dorm, she glows.

she’s so beautiful.

i’m almost grateful she’s so deep in sleep she doesn’t catch me staring. i set the mug on the nightstand quietly, climbing into bed with her.

despite my best efforts, she feels the bed shift and takes a few sleepy blinks. once i lay down, she puts her head on my shoulder curling into my body.

it’s a rare moment of stillness for paige, who’s usually so full of life and energy. a wave of tenderness washes over me.

i want more of this, of us.

the depth of my feelings for her scares me, but in moments like this, it feels like the most natural thing in the world.

her breathing has evened out now, a gentle rhythm. it brings me peace to know i might have brought her some sort of comfort.

the weight of her head on my shoulder sends a wave of sleepiness through me. i wrap my free hand around her back, stroking my thumb across her back. holding her tight, i let myself sleep.

…

when i wake a few hours later, i realize she’s interlocked our hands. her messy hair scatters across my chest.

we’re so close i’m afraid my breathing might wake her. i pull my other hand to feel the cloth on her head. i should change it, it’s already grown warm. plus she probably needs to take some medicine before she sleeps for the rest of the night.

i run my hand down her back, trying to wake her. “paige,” i brush some of her hair out of her face. she’s a deep sleeper, she probably can’t even hear me.

i shake her shoulder a little rougher now, “okay sleepy, time for some medicine.” she blinks slowly, looking up at me, “hm?”

“i bought allergy meds and cough syrup,” i say, starting to sit up.

i reach for my bag pulling out both. i start with the allergy meds, putting two pills in the palms of my hands.

“here,” i hand them to her, reaching for her tea.

she examines the pills in her hands, rolling them around. “these look big,” she complains, mumbling.

"paige, you cannot be almost twenty years old and not know how to swallow a pill,” i tease.

"i can swallow a pill. it’s just that these are bigger than the normal ones,” she protests.

"above average," i put the pill in her hand. "now, swallow."

"that's what she said,” she coughs, laughing.

i feel a smile flicker across my lips. "not to you," i quip, poking her side.

her jaw drops for a moment before closing to pout her lips. "be nice to me, i'm sick," she mumbles.

god, she’s cute.

hearing the rasp in her voice softens my expression “i know, honey. i’m sorry, i just want you to feel better.”

she nods, finally taking the tea from my hands. she winces as she swallows. i put my hand on her back, stroking softly.

“good job,” my hand lingers for a moment too long before i pull it away.

“do you wanna watch a movie? i have love and basketball downloaded on my laptop,” i ask, reaching for my laptop.

"how you gonna come over to take care of me then play your favorite movie?" she croaks, her voice still raspy.

"see you’re already feeling good enough to argue with me," i smile, putting on the movie anyways.

like always, we fall into a comfortable silence. i hold her close, tracing the lines on her palms with my fingertips.

it isn’t long until i feel her start to fall asleep again. she closes her eyes, “please stay,” she mumbles into my shoulder.

of course, i’ll stay. i’d stay here forever if i could.

“i’ll be here when you wake up, okay?” i take her face in my palms, kissing her forehead. “get some rest.”

“promise?” she asks, her soft blue eyes stirring up emotion deep inside me.

i wanna kiss her again. like really kiss her.

“i promise,” i whisper back, running my hand through her hair.

as i watch her drift back to sleep, i come to a realization. i came all this way to take care of her, but being here, holding her in my arms, feeling needed- it’s healing something in me too.

maybe she’s all i need.

[serenityluvz]

𝗘𝗻𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗠𝗧𝗟: 𝗗𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗸 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗪𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗦𝗲𝘅

⋆𐙚₊˚ˢᵉʳᵉⁿⁱᵗʸᴸᵘᵛᶻ

Jake is hands down the worst when he’s drunk—clingy, needy, and completely shameless about what he wants. The moment the alcohol hits, he’s all over you, whispering dirty things in your ear, hands wandering everywhere. You barely get him through the door before he’s pressing you against the wall, his breath hot against your skin. "Y/N, please," he groans, fingers fumbling with your clothes. "I can’t wait, I need to feel you." He’s desperate, panting against your lips, grinding against you like he might lose his mind if he doesn’t have you right now. And when you tease him—pulling away with a smirk, asking if he’s sure—his voice drops into a needy whine. "You’re so mean, baby… please, let me have you."

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Jake – "Baby, I need you. Right now."

Sunghoon – "Come here. Now."

Sunghoon doesn’t get wasted often, but when he does? He’s so horny and possessive, his usual coolness gone. You’re laughing at how tipsy he is—until he suddenly yanks you onto his lap, his grip firm. "What’s so funny?" he murmurs, eyes dark as he tilts your chin up. "You think I won’t fuck you just because I’m drunk?" Your breath hitches when he presses against you, his voice low and husky. "You’re mine, Y/N. You know that, right?" And then he’s kissing you, deep and slow, his hands gripping your waist hard as if daring you to pull away.

Heeseung – "I bet you won’t let me do whatever I want to you."

Drunk Heeseung is filthy. The alcohol strips away his shyness, leaving him cocky and teasing, his hands always slipping lower than they should. He leans in, his breath fanning against your ear. "I know you’re turned on," he whispers, his fingers tracing circles on your thigh. "Don’t lie to me, baby." He wants to tease, to play with you until you’re begging, but he’s also so impatient—his hands gripping your hips, his mouth leaving open-mouthed kisses down your neck. "Fuck, I need you," he groans, pushing you onto the bed. "Let me take care of you."

Jay – "Let me make you feel good, baby."

Jay is so smooth when he’s drunk—slow, sensual, and dangerous. He’s all about worshiping you, letting his lips and hands explore every inch of your body. He pulls you into his lap, dragging his hands down your back, his lips ghosting over yours. "I want to make you feel good," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. When you hesitate, his grip tightens. "Just relax, princess," he whispers, his fingers slipping beneath your clothes. "Let me do all the work."

Ni-ki – "I shouldn't be thinking about you like this, but fuck…"

Ni-ki is conflicted when he’s drunk—part of him knows he shouldn’t touch you like this, but the other part? He can’t stop himself. He leans against you, his head buried in your shoulder, his fingers gripping your thigh. "I shouldn’t want you this bad," he mutters, his voice wrecked. But when you move even slightly, he groans, gripping your waist. "Don’t tease me, Y/N. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into." But the moment you kiss him back? Oh, he loses it.

Jungwon – "You’re driving me crazy, you know that?"

Jungwon thinks he can handle himself, but when he’s drunk, he’s a mess—flushed, frustrated, and so easily turned on. "Y/N, stop looking at me like that." You blink innocently. "Like what?" His jaw clenches, his fingers twitching against his drink. "Like you want me," he says, voice lower than usual. And when you keep teasing him? He finally snaps, grabbing your wrist and pulling you onto his lap. "You started this," he growls, lips brushing yours. "Don’t you dare run now."

Sunoo – "You’re so lucky I’m drunk right now."

Sunoo acts like he’s unbothered, but the moment the alcohol kicks in? He’s so touchy and so whiny for you. He flops onto the couch beside you, pouting. "Y/N, come closer." You hesitate, but then he grabs you, pulling you into his lap. "You like torturing me, huh?" he mumbles, his lips trailing up your jaw. "You know I want you." And when you finally give in? He smirks. "Took you long enough, baby."

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[coolemmasulivan2]

Rewinding Us | 6 [Finale]

Pairing: Mason Mount x Reader

Summary: You and Mason built a love story over five years, but after an accident, your memories are wiped away, including any feelings for your constant bickering “rival”. Can you remember your love story with Mason, or will you have to start all over?

Word count: 3782

You can read more chapters here.

Author's Note: So, this is the finale. It was the longest story I wrote, and I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you.

'Cause all of the small things that you do Are what remind me why I fell for you And when we're apart and I'm missing you I close my eyes and all I see is you And the small things you do

Mason parked the car in front of your house and turned off the engine. Neither of you made a move to leave, both lost in the moment. You didn't want to leave his side yet, not after the passionate make-out session you had at the stadium.

Being close to him felt familiar, even though you didn't remember the details. He treated you with kindness and respect, never making inappropriate moves or saying anything that made you feel uncomfortable.

"Why did we fought so much?" You asked, breaking the silence in the warm car. "All those years, and all we did was fight each other."

Mason looked at you and gave you a small smile. "Because we were stupid. At least I was!"

"Yes, you were!" You agreed, making him laugh.

"Wow, that was a quick answer." He said sarcastically.

You both laughed, the sound filling the car. Mason felt his heart swell with happiness at hearing your laughter. It always brought a smile to his face.

As the laughter subsided, the car fell silent. Neither of you wanted to lose each other's company.

"It's late." You said.

"Yes!"

You looked at the house and then back at Mason. "Do you want to stay over?"

Mason shifted in his seat, trying to control himself. "You're making it really hard to take things slow, you know that?" His voice grew darker, filled with desire.

His hand was resting on the back of your seat, and you felt a surge of desire. You wanted to kiss him, to drag him inside the house. Taking things slow had been your idea, but you were starting to think it was a stupid one.

"I have stupid ideas sometimes!" You teased him, a playful glint in your eye.

You saw Mason swallow. The car suddenly felt very small and hot. Or was it you?

"Don't do that." He whispered, his voice husky. "You're going to kill me!"

You leaned in, your faces close. Mason looked at your lips, his eyes filled with desire. You smiled, biting your lip playfully.

You slowly lifted your hand and ran your fingers through his beard. "You look very handsome with a beard." You said, your voice soft.

"You like it?" He asked as he leaned in, his lips almost touching yours.

"Yes!" You nodded. "I hated every time you cut it." Mason looked up at your eyes, suddenly aware of your words. "And I hated it even more when you made me cut it that time we made that stupid bet." You laughed, but Mason was stunned, his eyes wide with surprise.

"You remember that?"

Your eyes widened at the realization as a smile spread across his face.

"I'm not doing it!" You exclaimed, crossing your arms over your chest.

"You lost the bet. You gave in. This is the consequence." Mason said, holding out his electric razor.

"You didn't say that was what would happen if I lost." You protested.

"If I had said it, you wouldn't have agreed to the bet."

"Damn right, I wouldn't!" You turned to leave, but Mason closed the bathroom door before you could leave. "Why do you even want to cut it?"

"I just want to make a change!"

"Then cut your hair or get another tattoo!"

"Come on, babe! I didn't picture you as a sore loser." He teased.

"You're an idiot!" You said, snatching the razor from his hand. "Just so you know, you look like a baby without a beard and not a cute one." Mason burst into laughter.

After a goodbye kiss, or more like three or four, you finally pulled away, your heart pounding in your chest. As Mason left, you couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions. You were falling for him. There was no denying it.

Ace greeted you at the front door, his tail wagging enthusiastically. You knelt down and petted him.

"I think I'm falling for him, goofball!" You whispered, a blush creeping onto your cheeks as you said it out loud.

Mason closed the door behind him and collapsed onto the sofa, a big smile on his face. The night had been incredible, and kissing you again had been even better. He didn't know how, but you tasted even better than before. You were still incredibly addictive.

He took off his blazer and unbuttoned a few buttons of his white shirt. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone and opened the text messages.

You entered the kitchen with shopping bags in hand. "Hi babe!" You called out to Mason, who was coming down the stairs.

"Hi, beautiful!" He replied, approaching you and pulling you into a kiss. "What's all this?"

"Food!" You answered. "My parents are coming for dinner, remember?"

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot." He said, looking distracted as you put the food away. "Can we talk?"

You looked at him, surprised and a little nervous by his serious tone. "Sure, what is it?"

He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the sofa. You sat down, your hand still locked in his. "You know things haven't been great." He began.

You were confused. "Between us?"

"What? No, beautiful. Not us. The club!" Mason quickly clarified.

A wave of relief washed over you. "Jesus Mount, you scared me."

Mason kissed your hand and chuckled. "No reason to be scared. You're stuck with me. If you want to, of course."

"Of course, I want to." You replied, grabbing his jaw and kissing him. "You're stuck with me too."

"And that's all I want." He said, looking down at your hands. "But, there's something that might change that."

Panic started to set in. "What?" You asked, your voice trembling slightly.

"I have an offer for another club." He said.

Your heart sank. You knew things at Chelsea weren't the best, and the talks about his contract hadn't gone well, but you didn't realize other clubs were already making offers.

"Which club?" You asked, your voice barely a whisper.

"United!"

"That's amazing, Mase!" You said, trying to sound enthusiastic, but your voice was thinner than usual.

Mason gave you a sad smile. "I know... I know our life is here. I know your life is here, but..." He hesitated for a moment, squeezing your hand. "If I accept it, will you---"

"You haven't accepted it yet?" You asked, interrupting him.

Mason looked at you. "Of course not. I had to talk to you first. I love football, but you're my priority. I'm not taking an offer if it means breaking us up."

You smiled and cupped his cheek. "Babe, that will not break us up. I love you. Where you go, I'll go, even if that means leaving the country or moving to another continent. In this case, it's just Manchester. I can just ask to be transferred or find a new job. The important thing is that we'll be together."

Mason looked at you with puppy eyes. "God, I love you so much." He said, kissing you passionately. "I'll marry you one day, Y/n Y/l/n!"

You left work, your mind racing with excitement and anticipation for your second date with Mason. The date was going to be at his place, a more intimate and homely setting than the first.

At home, you took a shower and changed into something comfortable but nice. You looked good as you smiled at your reflection in the bedroom mirror, hoping Mason would like it.

"Ace? Come here, boy!" You called out to the puppy. A few seconds later, he came running towards you, his tail wagging enthusiastically. "Let's go!" You said, stepping out of the house with Ace following you.

You opened the car door of your Mini Cooper, and Ace hopped into the back seat. As you pulled out of the driveway, you plugged in the GPS with Mason's address and turned on the music, singing along happily.

After ten minutes, as you were driving along a residential road, chatting with Ace as if he could understand you, a car overtook you in a curve, barely missing you as the car in front approached. You swerved to avoid a collision, pressing on the brakes to stop before hitting the electricity pole.

Your heart pounded in your chest as the memory of your accident resurfaced, flooding your mind with fear and anxiety.

Ace barked, sensing your distress. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. You remembered the drunk driver who had hit you, the pain, the fear. Tears welled up in your eyes as you fought to regain control of your emotions.

Mason paced nervously around the living room, his gaze constantly fixed on the clock. You should have arrived by now. He had given you his address and the house wasn't difficult to find.

Just as he was about to grab his phone, it started ringing. A relieved sigh escaped his lips as he saw your name on the screen.

"Y/n?" He answered, his voice filled with concern.

"Mason!" You gasped, your voice trembling.

Mason's heart sank. "What is it? Are you okay?"

"I… I think I'm having a panic attack." You replied, your voice barely a whisper.

"Hey, hey, calm down." Mason said, his voice soothing. "Where are you?" You gave him your location, your voice shaking. "Just keep breathing slowly." Mason instructed. "I'll be there in a minute."

Mason quickly grabbed his car keys, leaving the house without even locking the door. His mind raced with worry as he drove towards your location. The only thing on his mind was that he had to be there for you.

As you waited for Mason to arrive, you tried to focus on your breathing, trying to calm your racing heart. You closed your eyes, picturing Mason's reassuring smile, his strong arms wrapped around you.

You didn't know how long you waited, but Mason's car finally pulled up beside yours. He jumped out of the car and ran towards you, his face etched with worry.

He opened your car door. "Y/n!" He said, his voice filled with concern. "It's okay, I'm here." You burst into tears, relief washing over you as you saw Mason's familiar face. He knelt down beside you, wrapping his arms around you. "It's okay." He whispered, stroking your hair. "You're safe now."

You clung to him, sobbing uncontrollably. Mason held you tightly, his strong arms providing a sense of security. Slowly, your breathing began to regulate, and the panic started to subside.

You pulled away from Mason, your tears streaming down your face. He wiped them away gently with his thumbs.

"I'm sorry!" You whispered, your voice hoarse.

"You don't need to apologize," he said, his eyes filled with compassion. "You're in no condition to drive, beautiful. Come on." Mason helped you back into his car, with Ace following closely behind.

"What--- what about my car?"

"I'll come and pick it up tomorrow morning."

As he drove you to his place, he held your hand, offering you comfort. Once you were home, Mason asked to help you towards the sofa. The house smelled of food, but before you could apologize once more, he asked, "What happened?"

You took a deep breath. "A car almost hit me." You explained, your voice still trembling. "It reminded me of the accident."

Mason's eyes widened. "The accident? You mean the one that…" You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes again. Mason pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly. "It's okay!" He whispered.

"I'm sorry about the dinner." You said, feeling guilty.

"We can still eat." Mason replied, a smile playing on his lips.

You smiled back. "Yes, we can."

You were replying to your friend's message when Mason entered the car on the passenger side. It was already night, but the interior light illuminated his face. He took a deep breath and smiled at you. You could see how forced the smile was, and it made your heart ache.

"You okay?" You asked, your voice filled with concern.

"Yeah!" He whispered, trying to sound cheerful.

You grabbed his hand. "You don't need to lie to me. It's okay if it hurts."

He looked away from you, and as his fingers started playing with his eyes, you knew he was crying. You didn't push him. He needed to get it all out.

"I spent all my life here!" He said, breaking the silence. "This was my family. I can't believe I'm saying goodbye."

"Look at me." You said, your voice gentle. Mason looked at you, his eyes filled with tears. "Your fans are your family. The real ones are always going to support you, wherever you are and whatever you're playing with." You reassured him.

"I only thought that if I ever left, it would be a nicer moment, you know?" He admitted. "I never thought so many people would push me away."

"I know, babe, I know!"

"I guess it's time to say goodbye for real." He said, looking at the stadium in front of him. "Good thing I have you."

"You'll always have me." You replied. "Let's create new memories together."

Mason smiled a genuine smile this time. "Together? Always."

Today, you were going to meet Mason's family. Again. To say you were nervous was an understatement. You were panicking. What if they didn't like the new you? What if you didn't know how to interact with them? Questions raced through your mind, filling you with anxiety.

You were taking the bags from the trunk of the car when you saw Mason opening the front door.

"Hi, beautiful!" He greeted you, his smile warm and inviting. Ever since that night of the second date, when you had stayed over because he didn't want you to be alone, he had been calling you that.

"Hi!" You replied, a big smile spreading across your face.

"What's all that? I told you you didn't need to bring anything." Mason said, helping you with the bags.

"I know you, Mount! You always forget something." Mason looked at you hopefully. "No, I didn't remember anything else. I knew you before we dated. When we had those dinners with friends, you would always forget something."

"I would always bring the beer."

"Yeah, but you would always forget the most important thing: food! Even when you hosted." Mason rolled his eyes. "When is your family coming?"

"They should arrive in about an hour." Mason said, placing the bags on the kitchen island. "Are you really okay with meeting them?"

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. "Yes, I am. I'm just nervous."

Mason grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it. "It's going to be okay. They love you."

"They used to."

"They still do! You're the same person."

"I mean… I'm not!" You argued.

"Yes, you are! You just have a terrible memory." Mason joked, making you hit his arm playfully.

"You think you're funny?"

"I know I am!" He replied, smiling.

You couldn't help but smile back. Things were slowly falling into place. You and Mason weren't officially together, but you were certainly more than just friends. You had shared passionate kisses and make-out sessions, the last one particularly heated, but he had always made sure you were comfortable and in control.

"What do I say if they ask me if we're together?" You asked, blushing.

Mason looked at you. "Tell them whatever you feel comfortable with."

"What if I say something wrong and they don't like me like before?"

Mason chuckled. "Stop that. You're overthinking. Everything's going to be okay."

"But what if---"

Mason cupped your face and kissed you passionately, taking your breath away. He pulled away and made you look at him. "My family is your family. They have loved you since day one, and they will love this version of you too. Why? Because I do."

You looked at him, not knowing what to say. "You're a sap, Mount!" You whispered, a smile playing on your lips.

"You'll learn to love this sap, believe me!"

"Cocky!"

"Realistic!"

His family arrived an hour later, their voices echoing outside the house. Ace was the first to greet them, his tail wagging furiously, as Mason opened the front door.

Mason helped his parents with their luggage, and when you appeared at the door, his mother was the first to see you.

"Y/n, oh my god, it's so good to see you, sweetie!" She exclaimed, pulling you into a warm embrace.

"Hi!" You replied, hugging her back. A familiar warmth spread through you.

Mason smiled at your interaction with his mother and then his father. His parents had always supported your relationship and treated you like their own daughter, just as your parents had always done with him.

The last one to greet you was Summer who was nervously moving in Mason's arm. The little girl had always loved you, but after not seeing you for so long, she was unsure if you would still feel the same about her. You could only imagine the thoughts racing through her mind.

You approached her slowly, trying not to overwhelm her, but she hid her face in Mason's neck.

"Come on, pumpkin! Look who's here." Mason told her, his voice sweet as he spoke to his niece.

"Hello, Summer!"

The little girl looked at you, her eyes filled with uncertainty. "Hi." she whispered, her voice barely audible.

She was really shy and you didn't know what to do. "You're really pretty." You said, hoping to break the ice. Summer remained silent. "Do you remember me?" She nodded.

"Who is she, pumpkin?" Mason tried to make her talk, but she only buried her face in his neck. "She's probably nervous. She hasn't seen you for a while."

"That's okay!"

"She'll come around. After all Auntie Y/n is her favourite." He said louder, provoking the girl in his arms. She knew he was talking to her because she kicked her feet and squeezed the arm around his neck. "Let's go inside."

"Look here, Mount!" You said, grabbing his necklace. "You're going to clean this up right now. I'm not your maid."

Mason smirked. "You're so sexy when you're mad!" He said, smirking. "And stop calling me Mount. You only call me that when you want to prove a point."

"I do want to prove a point." You retorted. "The point is: you mess up, you clean up."

You had gotten home late after an extra hour at the office, only to find your house in chaos. Mason had left his shoes and bag by the door, the kitchen was a disaster with dirty dishes piled high in the sink and crumbs on the sofa.

"I was going to clean it!" Mason protested. "I was just relaxing for a bit."

You gave him a deadpan look. "You've been home for three hours."

Mason chuckled. "You're really making me horny!" He said, placing his hand on your hip. He loved to tease you when you were mad at him.

You pushed him away, your annoyance evident. "I'm serious, Mason. Clean this up."

"What do I get in return?"

"A good night's sleep on our bed instead of the sofa."

"Don't be like that." Mason groaned. "Have I told you how beautiful you look?" He trapped you against the kitchen counter, his hands on either side of you. He leaned in and kissed your neck.

You rolled your eyes. "That's not going to work."

Mason smirked. "I know you can't resist me."

You chuckled in return and pushed him away. "Me?" You teased, now approaching him seductively. "Let me remind you that you were the one who couldn't even go two days without me, last time we tried this."

"Why don't we try again? Let's see how not so innocent you are." His voice was low and seductive.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his. "If you don't clean this up right now, the only thing you'll be getting is No Nut October, November, and December!" You threatened.

Mason's eyes widened. "You wouldn't dare!"

You raised an eyebrow. Mason sighed dramatically as he began to clean up the mess, complaining under his breath.

The dinner with Mason's family was going better than you expected. It was surprising how easily you lost yourself in conversation with them, feeling a sense of familiarity. Summer had quickly warmed up to you, clinging to your side like a little koala.

Mason's sister, sitting next to you, smiled. "How are you?" She asked.

"I'm okay." You replied. "I've been learning and slowly getting back to my old life." You glanced at the kitchen, where Mason was helping his mother with the dessert. "Your brother has been helping me a lot." You said.

"How does it feel? Not remembering your relationship?" His sister asked, her eyes filled with curiosity.

You looked down at Summer, who was playing with your hands. "At the beginning, it was hard." You confessed. "I didn't understand how we could be dating if we hated each other, but…" You hesitated.

"But you realized that you didn't hate him anymore!" His sister completed your thought.

"Yes!" You admitted.

"Mason loves you." She said, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "I've never seen him so lost as when you had the accident." You didn't know what to say. "But I can see how happy he's been lately. Is there something going on between you two?" Your eyes widened and you blushed. Jaz smiled. "No need to answer."

After dinner and a movie night, you said goodbye to Mason's family, feeling a sense of warmth and belonging.

As you and Mason stepped outside, he turned to you. "You can stay over. There's enough room."

"Maybe another time." You smiled. "I really liked them. They feel… familiar."

Mason smiled as he slowly approached you, his hands hidden in the pocket of his joggers. "What about me? Am I familiar?"

You couldn't help but look at his lips. "A lot!"

He looked down at your lips and leaned in. You closed your eyes, and a second later, his lips brushed yours in a gentle but passionate kiss. You cupped his cheek, and he grabbed your hips, pulling you toward him.

As you stepped away, you realized in his eyes how much you were loved by the man in front of you. "Sometimes I wish I could rewind us." You whispered.

Mason's hands remained on your hips as he massaged them gently. "Why?"

"So I could remember our story." You replied, your voice barely a whisper.

"You don't need to remember our story." Mason said, his eyes filled with love. "We can make a new one."

Your heart swelled with warmth. "I would like that very much, Mount."

[insidekatmind]

Bet-Alejandro Balde

Wearning: +18,smut

Request: yes!

It was a fiery night in Jeddah, the city vibrating with the clamor of the Clásico. Real Madrid against Barcelona, the most anticipated match of the season. The tension in the air was palpable, but for you, y/n, it was much more: it was a personal matter.

"Y/n, are you ready to lost this bet?" Alejandro Balde had said to you a few days before, with an arrogant smile painted on his face.

"Don't count on it, Balde. Real will win, and then you will be the one to swallow your words" you had replied, with a confidence that now seemed to waver.

But now you were there. The match was over. 5-2 for Barcelona. And, as if that wasn't enough, Balde had scored one of the decisive goals.

You were sitting on the couch in his apartment, still wearing your Real Madrid jersey, your hands crossed on your knees. He, leaning on the kitchen counter, was staring at you with an amused expression.

“I thought you’d take that shirt off as soon as you came in,” he said, his tone playful but with a hint of mischief.

“Don’t count on it, Balde,” you replied, staring at him with challenging eyes.

He approached slowly, like a predator studying his prey. Each step felt like a blow to your pride. He stopped in front of you, his gaze piercing.

“You remember our bet, right?”

“Yes, I do,” you replied through gritted teeth.

“So, y/n… are you ready to keep your word?”

“I didn’t mean to lose,” you admitted, trying to keep your composure.

“But you lost,” he replied with a triumphant smile. “And now you’re here.”

There was a moment of silence. Then he sat down next to you, moving just close enough that you could feel his breath against your skin.

He reached for your shirt and ran his hands along the fabric, feeling the soft texture of the fabric.

"This shirt is beautiful," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "But it would look better on my bedroom floor, don't you think?"

His words sent a shiver down your spine, but you tried to remain impassive.

"You're not serious," you replied, trying to keep your cool.

"Oh, I am," he said, his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. "You lost the bet, y/n. You promised you'd do whatever I wanted."

you look at him badly "I will not go to bed with a dirty culers" you say angry.

Alejandro laughed, a low, husky sound that sent goosebumps across your skin.

"Oh, y/n," he said, his fingers tracing patterns on your thigh. "You don't know what you're missing. But don't worry, we don't have to go to bed yet. There's so much we can do right here, on this couch."

At his words you look at him badly again.He leaned closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "You know, I've always had a thing for feisty girls like you," he murmured, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

"You're so tough, but I know how to bring out your more submissive side."

Alejandro lifted you from the couch and placed you in his lap, his arms encircling your waist. You tried to resist, but he held you firmly, his gaze piercing yours. "You can fight it all you want, y/n, but deep down, you know you're already mine."

His hands roamed over you slowly, exploring every inch of your body. "Just give in," he whispered, kissing your neck. "Let me make you feel what you truly crave."

"fuck you, I'm not yours and I never will be" you say confidently but in the meantime you try to move your neck more to give him more space.

Alejandro chuckled, his teeth grazing against your skin. "Oh, y/n," he murmured between kisses. "You can lie to yourself, but your body doesn't lie. It knows that it needs me."

His hands caressed your thighs, teasingly inching closer and closer to their center.

You tried to resist, to push him away, but his touch was too persuasive. Your breath was coming in short gasps now, and the warmth spreading through you was undeniable.

"Shh," he whispered. "Just be a good girl and give in. I promise you'll enjoy it immensely"

His fingers traced the edge of your panties, teasing you with their feather-like caress. You felt yourself weakening, the tension of the game forgotten as his touch ignited a fire within you. He watched your reaction with a cocky smile, knowing he was slowly breaking down your defenses.

"That's it, y/n," he murmured, his voice a low rumble in your ear. "Stop fighting it. You know you want this as much as I do."

His hands continued their exploration, their touch growing more confident as they found their way beneath your underwear. A low moan escaped your lips as his fingers brushed against your most sensitive spot.

"See? You can't resist," he purred, his fingers slowly stroking your most intimate place. "Just let go, y/n. Give in to me."

You tried to hold on, to fight the growing heat within you, but the sensations were too powerful. The way he touched you, the way he whispered in your ear - it was all too much. You gasped and arched against him, your body surrendering uncontrollably to his touch.

"That's a good girl," he praised, his lips capturing yours in a fierce kiss. His fingers kept moving, teasing and pleasuring with skillful precision. His other hand wandered up the hem of your t- shirt, pushing the fabric up to reveal your trembling body.

You moan into the kiss, and start to move closer to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and deepening the kiss

"Mmm," he murmured against your lips, his hands now roaming your bare skin. "I knew you'd come around, y/n."

Alejandro lifted you and placed you on his lap, the evidence of his own desire pressing against you as he continued to kiss you deeply.

You moan as you feel his erection against you and you grind against him as you deepen the kiss.

He groaned in pleasure, his hands gripping your hips and encouraging your movements. "Gods, y/n," he muttered, breaking the kiss and nipping at your neck. "You're driving me insane."

He moved against you, creating a delicious friction that made both of you gasp.

You were completely in his control now, surrendering to the sensations that rocked through you. His touch was electric, his kisses hungry, and the way he held you, possessive.

"You're mine," he whispered fiercely, his hands gripping your hips harder as he rocked against you. "Mine."

With a swift move, he lifted you into his arms and carried you to the nearby bed, laying your body down against the soft covers. His eyes, darker with desire, roamed over you, drinking in the sight of your flushed skin and parted lips.

"So beautiful," he murmured, his hands gently parting your legs to give him better access. His touch was both teasing and assertive as his fingers traced the inner side of your thighs.

Alejandro quickly undresses you, smiling at the sight of you naked "so sexy' he muttered.Then, his face was between your legs, his tongue delving into your most intimate center, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through you. You cry out, your fingers gripping the sheets as he worked his magic, pushing you to the brink of ecstasy.

He added two fingers inside you while sucking your clit sending you to the limit.You moaned loudly and blocked his head by putting your hands on his hair and your legs resting on his neck. You moaned loudly "shit, keep going I'm coming" you moan as you push your pussy harder on his face.

Alejandro moans and moves his fingers faster and licking, sucking and kissing your pussy more making you come. "You taste so good baby" he whispers licking his fingers.

Slowly, he positioned himself above you, looking down at you with a mix of desire and dominance. "Now," he said, his voice a husky murmur, "Tell me who owns you."

You can barely form a coherent thought, your mind clouded with pleasure, but you know what he wants.

"You," you manage to gasp out, your body still quivering from your release. "I belong to you."

He smiles, satisfied with your answer, and then he leans down, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. "Good girl," he murmurs, his hands roaming over your body, his touch both possessive and tender. "All mine."

Alejandro smiles as he sucks and nibbles your nipples making you moan. Then he gently pulls away from your nipple and begins to undress and flips you over onto all fours.

He positions himself behind you, his hands gripping your hips. "You're all mine," he reiterates, his voice husky with desire. "Every inch of this body is mine."

His hands caress your skin, tracing patterns along your spine before his lips follow, kissing every inch of skin he can reach.

You can feel his breath against your skin, his lips warm and soft, sending shivers of anticipation through you. His hands continue to roam your body, exploring every curve and contour, claiming every inch of you as his own.

Alejandro starts rubbing himself on your ass and then enters you making you scream with pleasure.

"Mmm, you're so tight," he murmurs, his voice a low growl in your ear. "You feel so good around me."

He starts moving slowly, his hands still roaming your body, his touch both possessive and gentle. The sensations are overwhelming, the sounds and pleasure mixing together in a heady cocktail. You cry out, your body responding to him passionately, arching more towards him.

Alejandro smiles and grabs your ass and moves you towards him to make you arch better. "That's right, take it all like the good girl you are for me" he murmurs in your ear nibbling making you moan.

"That's it," he praises, his voice husky with pleasure. "Let go. Give yourself to me completely."

His movements become faster, more urgent, as he completely takes control of your body. He whispers praises and dirty words into your ear, his mouth hot against your skin, his teeth nipping lightly at your neck.

With each thrust, you feel yourself slipping deeper into the storm of pleasure. Your body is no longer your own, surrendering completely to the rhythm he sets. You cry out, lost in the sensations, the world around you fading away until all that remains is his touch, his voice, and the overwhelming pleasure that washes over you like a wave.

Alejandro slaps your ass and fucks you faster. You scream with pleasure and Alejandro smiles "You like getting fucked by a Barcelona player, eh Madridista?" he teases you by pushing harder

You can barely respond, your mind clouded by the sensations coursing through you. You manage to gasp out a response, your voice thick with desire. "Shut up, you dirty culer," you choke out, your words slightly slurred by the pleasure that consumes you. "You're just a cocky bastard, that's all."

Alejandro laughs and pushes himself harder into you. "I don't understand, repeat madridista" he teases.

You glare at him turning your head to look at him and Alejandro grabs you by the neck , the effect is lost in the haze of pleasure that surrounds you. "You know damn well what I said, you arrogant bastard," you grumble, your words laced with irritation.He just laughs, clearly enjoying your feisty attitude. "No manners, madridista," he says, his voice thick with amusement. "I'll have to teach you some."

He pushes himself in deeper, his hand gripping your hip tightly. "Are you ready to admit I'm the superior player?" he asks, his voice a low rumble in your ear. "That Madrid is nothing compared to Barcelona?"

You moan at his strong thrusts "never, you had any luck on the field" you blurt out.

He laughs at your defiance, clearly enjoying your fiery spirit. "Luck, you say?" he murmurs, his voice a low purr against your skin. "You really believe that, little madridista?"

He thrusts harder, making you gasp and arch your back, his movements slow and deliberate.

He leans in, his lips brushing against your neck. "Let me show you the real power of a Barcelona player," he whispers, his voice low and laced with arrogance. "I'm going to make you scream my name, madridista, and you'll never forget who owns this game."

With that, he picks up the pace, his body moving with powerful, purposeful strokes, each one claiming you completely. You can feel yourself slipping into a haze of pleasure, all thoughts of rivalry and competition fading away beneath the intoxicating rhythm of his movements.

You find yourself gasping and moaning, unable to form coherent thoughts or words, your mind consumed by the overwhelming sensations that ripple through you. The only sound that escapes your lips is his name, echoing softly in the air around you.

"Yes, that's it," he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Say my name, madridista. Admit who owns you now."

You barely register the words, lost in the storm of pleasure, but somehow, you manage to choke out his name, your voice broken and shaky.

"Alejandro" you moan loudly arching to take more "so big" you hum in pleasure "so good" you continue to moan, almost whimpering with pleasure.

He's encouraged by your response, his movements growing rougher, more possessive. "My little madridista," he purrs, his voice husky and full of dominance. "You feel so good around me. All mine."

Each word sends a shiver down your spine, adding to the growing tension within you.

You're completely swept up in the moment, your body responding to his touch like a puppet to its master. He controls everything - the rhythm, the pace, the pleasure - and you're completely helpless beneath him, surrendering every inch of yourself to him.

Your mind is a storm of emotions and sensations, your body a battlefield for his touch. You can feel your climax building, growing in intensity, a slow burn that builds and builds until it finally explodes in a rush of pleasure and release. You cry out his name, the sound swallowed up by the waves of ecstasy that crash over you, your body shuddering beneath his.

Alejandro grabs your hair to push himself deeper into you.

You moan at his rough, possessive touch, the slight edge of pain adding to the overwhelming pleasure that engulfs you. "Yes," you gasp out, your voice hoarse and low. "God, yes, deeper."

His movements become rougher, more demanding, each thrust sending shocks of pleasure through your body. You cling to him, your nails digging into his back, your mind lost in a haze of ecstasy.

He growls into your ear, his voice thick with possession. "Mine," he grunts, his words punctuated by deep, powerful thrusts. "You're all mine, madridista. Only mine."

You can feel yourself slipping deeper into the abyss of pleasure, your body responding to his every movement, every word, every touch. There's nothing left now but the storm of passion and dominance that surrounds you, the world outside fading away until all that remains is the two of you and the explosive connection that binds you together.

"Come for me," he groans into your ear, his voice a low, commanding growl. "Scream my name, madridista. Show me who owns you now."

You're helpless against his command, your body and soul completely under his control. You cry out his name, your voice hoarse and broken, as the waves of ecstasy wash over you, consuming you completely. Your body shudders and twitches beneath him, your mind a dizzying whirlwind of pleasure and surrender.

He holds you close, your bodies locked together in a tangled mess of limbs and sweat and pleasure. He whispers soft, possessive words in your ear, the sound of his voice a soothing balm to your racing heart. Slowly, slowly, the storm of passion begins to subside, leaving you both gasping for breath and blissfully exhausted.

You gasp as you feel him release inside of you, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. You cling to him, your body still trembling from the force of your climax, your mind blissfully blank and free of all thoughts except the sweet, bone-deep satisfaction that envelops you both.

"You're mine," he whispers into your ear, his voice a possessive purr. "Mine. Always mine."

You can only respond with a soft sigh, your body and mind too exhausted to form a coherent thought. You feel him pull you closer, his arms wrapping around you in a gentle, yet firm embrace. You bury your face in his chest, breathing in his scent, letting yourself bask in the afterglow of pleasure and connection.

[ilwonuu]

can you please make a part 2 for smoke? thank you love your works<3

yes yes!!! i literally wanted to start writing the second part already. let me know what you thought of the writing. thank you for your request ily<333

⊹₊ ⋆ smoke ꜜ. one

↴ lee haechan

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༄ summary- you fuck your best friend after a interesting night after smoking with him.

༄ warnings-sloppy sex, meanish dom! haechan, smoking while naked, kissing, best friends to lovers, pet names(slut,baby,dirty girl) ,dirty talk, haechan is needy, rough sex ish, lmk what else

༄ authors note- need haechan rnrn. i literally am insane over him😵‍💫

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you and haechan walk to your house as quick as possible. smoking another blunt sneaking in from the your bedroom window the same way you snuck out.

after you shut the window haechan is already attacking your lips. pushing you up against your wall kissing you roughly. making out with you for a little longer before pulling away. “let me fuck you? you don’t have to do the work baby just lay down.” he whispers into your skin.

you’re slightly nervous but you agree with his orders. laying down pulling off your clothes. he gets into bed laying next to you. taking off his clothes as well. “h-haechan i’m so wet fuck me already…i can take it.” you mouth slightly into the pillow.

he smirks at you. “dirty girl. want my dick that bad?” he says rubbing his fingers over your slit. collecting your arousal slowly. “haechan p-please do something..” you cry out to him waiting for him to touch you. “such a wet slut hm? all for me.” he rubs the tip of his dick on your clit teasingly.

“you don’t know how bad i’ve been wanting to fuck you baby.” he says as he mindlessly slips his dick into you. fucking into you immediately. he spits onto his dick fucking it into you.

“taking it like a good girl huh? letting me use you like a slut.” he degrades you. gripping your hips fucking you deeper. you are already dumb on the feeling. his husky voice whispering dirty things to you. he is fucking you fast and rougher at every thrust. “you look so fucking good taking my dick. want to fuck you dumb. make you my own slut. you want that huh?” his voice is stern and demanding as he says this but also seductively and slow.

he is holding your waist roughly as his hips hit you deeper. “gonna cum in you. gonna breed you into my slut. gonna feel so good. you can take it right baby?” he asks in a demanding tone. all you can do as moan his name. “please- chan- need your cum so bad.” he just smirks at you. lifting your leg up so he is fucking you at a deeper angle. he spits on his dick again.

“so wet huh slut? fucking listening to this pussy. so dirty baby. i bet you love it. you love me fucking you this good hm baby?” he whispers into your neck approaching his climax. “h-haechan please.” all you can do is cry at his movements. “what’s wrong baby? gonna cum? cum all over my dick. gonna be my good girl?” you nod dumbly as he grips you hair. pulling it back as he cums inside of you.

your legs shaking at the pleasure. you cum with him. loving the way he tugs your hair pulling you back into his chest.

he’s fucking his cum deeper into you. “take all of it baby. don’t want to lose a single drop.” he whispers into your ear giving you deep rough thrusts. he kisses against your skin pulling out of you. “haechan fuck.” you say as you try to catch your breath. your mind is cloudy as you try to relax. he is just smirking at you in the blue light of his room.

“wanna smoke some more baby?” he asks sitting up gently. you nod sitting up with him. he leans over grabbing his pre rolled blunt out of his bag. he pulls you onto his lap as he lights it. taking a big hit coughing softly.

he passed it over to you giving you a soft kiss on the cheek. you take a nice drag of the blunt handing it over to him. he doesn’t hit it again looking at you softly. he kisses your head and smiles.

“you look so beautiful. i want to kiss you all the time.” he whispers to you. his breath hitting your face. “i want you always.” he kisses your lips roughly. his actions make you blush. you just smile sitting back finishing the blunt with him.

[crackedpumpkin]

𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 𝟎𝟔 |

[ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 ] | [ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ] | [ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ]

“Tell me again why I need to come down?” You ask, exaggerating a loud sigh of annoyance. 

You can practically hear the way Cole rolls his eyes over the phone. “Zane asked me to call you down since he’s busy. Wouldn’t want to leave him hanging, would you?” 

The call had come before class started, just as you entered and placed your bag down in the empty seat beside you. To your surprise, Cole’s name appears on the phone screen. It’d been a couple days since you had dinner together after losing a bet, so receiving a call from him is lowkey a(n) (unwelcome) surprise. 

Upon picking up, a husky voice greets you with the barest of formalities before practically ordering you to come to the monastery after your lectures. As much as you hate to admit it, you blushed a little at his voice before clearing your throat and firing back a mean remark because c’mon, who said he could use animosity against the sun as an excuse to be rude to you?

“Unfortunately for you guys, I’m not so free as to travel all the way to the other side of Ninjago City on a whim.” Someone moves in the corner of your eyes, turning to see the girl who returned your wallet to you the other day wave sheepishly. 

You move away the bag, allowing her to sit down in the now-empty space. “Hey,” You greet her quietly, pulling the phone away from your ear and covering the mic while ignoring whatever Cole’s saying. 

“Hi,” She whispers back shyly, “It’s me, Holly.” She adds, noticing the quiet struggle you’re having trying to remember her name. Exhaling in relief, you smile sheepishly at her. “Don’t worry about it,” she says softly, turning to take out her materials and prepare for class. 

“You there? Hello?” 

Whoops. He’s annoyed now. 

“Yeah, I’m still here. So at a cafe then? I’ll text you the location. Okay class is starting soon see you bye!” 

“WHAT THE FU-”

You end the call in a hurry, pressing the red button just as Cole’s loud cry of protest starts. 

Placing it on the table, you pull out a notebook from your bag and some stationary before finally turning back to Holly who’d been minding her own business. “Sorry about that.” She tilts her head with a chuckle. 

“It’s fine,” She dismisses it easily. “I’ve heard rumours about this professor though, he always gives loads of group projects. My cousin told me writing a blog is a compulsory assignment.”

Dismay sets in at the thought of having to come up with writing an entire blog by yourself, slumping back in your seat with a loud groan. “Maybe it’s not too late to drop out of the course.” Your muttered words draw an unexpected laugh, taking unbridled joy at seeing Holly dissolve into a fit of giggles. 

“Mood. But hopefully, it won’t be that bad. Maybe we’ll even get partnered up!” The thought of doing the project with someone you at least know cheers you up somewhat, sitting up in your seat with mildly renewed energy. 

The professor enters with prominent dark circles around her eyes, scanning the people in her class before plopping down at her desk with a steaming cup of black coffee in hand and a laptop in the other.

“I’ll get this straight. I have an attendance requirement of 75% - blame the university, not me. As long as you let me finish my lesson, I don’t really care what you do in class as long as it isn’t disruptive. Lastly, there’re extra credit assignments you can take in the course material.”

Just as she finishes speaking, you notice a couple of students open their laptops and put on muted videos of Subway Surfers with their eyes still on the professor. She doesn’t seem to care at all like she’s mentioned earlier, taking a big swig of her coffee before she continues.

“I’m not contactable outside working hours because I have a life, but I’ll get back to you when I can. Additionally,” She pauses, looking around the room with a scrutinising eye. You stare at her blankly, waiting for her to continue. The tip of your pen barely brushes against the thin paper of your notebook, mildly taken aback by how aloof she is.

“Some of your relatives who’ve attended my lessons might’ve told you about my assignments. I’d like to make it clear that I’m changing it up this year. The first project you’ll be doing is starting a business. As long as you demonstrate that you understand the basis and foundation of all the stuff I’m teaching, the business can be about anything.”

The projector flashes for a moment, showing the bright screen of her laptop where she’d already pre-assigned partners beforehand. Your name appears next to Holly’s. Both of you turn to each other with excited grins. 

“Now, who’ll volunteer to be the TA?” 

The utter silence that falls over everyone should’ve been the first warning sign. It’s only after Holly pokes your arm with a pencil that you realise everyone’s looking at you. The professor follows their gazes, patiently waiting for you to respond. 

Just perfect.

Holly’s guilty smile suggests that she wouldn’t have volunteered on your behalf even if you are beginning to be friends. So, you lift your hand begrudgingly with a resigned sigh. “I volunteer as tribute.” 

The professor nods in approval, blinking almost owlishly as a realisation of sorts dawns on her. “Have I told you guys my name yet?”

Maybe it’s not too late to drop out after all.

— — — — — 

Musketeer [ 02:07 PM ]: has sent a location

Musketeer [ 02:07 PM ]: see u at 3

Cake Enthusiast [ 02:07 PM ]: are you srsly expecting us to rush down rn

Musketeer [ 02:08 PM ]: not rn but also dont u have dragons???

Cake Enthusiast [ 02:08 PM ]: yes and

Musketeer [ 02:10 PM ]: wowur so funny hahahhahahahah

Musketeer [ 02:10 PM ]: /sarcastic

Cake Enthusiast [ 02:11 PM ]: remind me why we have to be soulmates again

Musketeer [ 02:11 PM ]: we cld always not be

Cake Enthusiast [ 02:11 PM ]: thats fair

Musketeer [ 02:11 PM ]: anyw see u at 3

It’s been at least a month or so since you both found out you were soulmates, but neither of you had properly acknowledged what to do. After all, it’s awkward any time one of you brings it up even slightly as if it’s a tacit agreement to swerve around the topic. 

Through the banter and snarky remarks, there’s always an underlying question of ‘What are we?’ that haunts your conversations. Even now, you’re running away from it through text. Through text, of all things. Sure, you’re a coward, but you didn’t remember it being this bad.

Are you friends? Acquaintances? Enemies? 

It’s difficult to put a label on it, especially since he hasn’t revealed anything about his feelings towards the whole soulmate thing either. You’ve already made it pretty clear how you feel about it, but it’s almost unnerving how he hasn’t tried to address it either.

The closest label you can slap on the weird relationship between you is probably frenemies? You’re not entirely sure why you’re trying to define what you are even now, but the uncertainty of everything is slowly getting to you. 

It’s ironic how you’d always criticise webtoons and romantic movies for never communicating, yet it’s the exact same thing you’re doing right now. Wow. You truly are pathetic. 

You lift your head at the sound of your name being called. A sudden coldness presses against your cheek, shocking you out of your thoughts as you flinch away from it. Holly greets you with a warm smile, handing you the bubble tea she’s just held against your face.

“You looked kinda out of it. You didn’t even hear me call you.” Aiming the sharp tip of the straw at the cover, you swiftly poke a hole through it and take a long, slow sip. 

“Sorry,” you say through chews, the rubbery texture of the brown sugar pearls giving you something to focus on. “I was thinking about our project.” You can’t have anyone find out about your situation, especially not the students in this school. 

She brightens up at the mention, taking out her phone. “Right! I was thinking about it too! Would you like to meet up another day to brainstorm and sort it out?” She turns the screen around to face you, your name prominently displayed in a new contact.

You enter your number quickly on the screen, pressing call. The phone in your hand vibrates, her own number appearing at the top. “Sorry we can’t do it today, I’ve got an appointment.” 

“That’s okay.” She seems to not mind, shrugging it off easily. “I’ve got something else on too. My mom needs me to stop by the grocery store to buy some stuff for tonight.” She stands up from the seat. “I’ll text you the details and ideas.”

“Sounds good.” You wave her off, watching her leave with a smile. Holly doesn’t seem so bad. She’s nice, and pretty friendly too. The best part is that she’s never once asked you about the ninja either, even after overhearing your phone call this morning.

You pull out your phone and save her number, adding a little smiley face next to her name. It’s been a hectic day, but knowing you’ve got a potential friend in Holly makes it a bit brighter. With a final glance at the door where she exited, you gather your things and head towards the café, feeling a bit more optimistic about your project.

The walk there is about ten minutes according to Google Maps, though navigating through the roads is tricky. Kids on bikes delivering newspapers scare you at almost every turn, barely managing to avoid getting run over if not for their bells acting as a warning signal. 

At least the weather isn’t so bad today, you muse with a smile, enjoying the breeze. If not for the sudden appointment to meet, you would’ve probably gone to the park to find any stray cats or dogs to play with. 

Does he like cats?

Maybe not. He seems like a dog person. But then again, he does have a vibe that would draw cats to him. You could put it to the test perhaps. Damn it. You should’ve set the park as the venue to meet. 

The visual image of you picking him up and shaking him vigorously to use him as a magnet to attract cats and dogs makes you snort in pure amusement, only for your laugh to die down when you turn the corner. 

A jeep is parked right outside a jewellery store, where glass shards litter the sidewalk. The sound of rambunctious laughter fills the air as masked figures shove bags filled with necklaces and bracelets lined with glittering gems into the jeep’s open back. 

Your heart skips a beat, eyes widening at the sight of the chaos. One of the robbers, a hulking figure with a crowbar, leans casually against the shattered glass door, smirking as his companions continue their work.

But it’s not the robbers or the wreckage that makes your blood run cold. Among the masked figures is one that stands out—a familiar lean figure cloaked in dark clothing, a distinctive mask hiding their features. You recognize the thief instantly, the same one who’d caused a fiasco at the museum not too long ago, making off with a priceless artefact right under the noses of everyone. The memory of that night flashes through your mind—the smug glint in their eyes, the familiar gadget on their hand that caused a sinkhole….

You pause. Now that you think about it, if it wasn’t for them, you wouldn’t have figured out Cole is your soulmate. So in retrospect, every moment of turmoil you’re facing with the acknowledgement of your fear and cowardice is their fault.

Now, here they are again, caught red-handed in yet another heist. The thief moves with an effortless grace, tossing a heavy bag into the jeep before turning back to the store. Even from this distance, you can sense the arrogance, the thrill they take in outsmarting everyone around them. Your hands clench into fists at your sides, a mix of anger and determination bubbling up.

What are the odds of running into them again? And why here, of all places? Your mind races, torn between the urge to call for help and the reckless impulse to intervene right then and there. 

As you edge closer, careful to avoid stepping on any glass shards and pressing your back to the wall, the thief’s head turns slightly, as if sensing your presence. You freeze, holding your breath, hoping to remain unnoticed.

The thief pauses, glancing around with narrowed eyes, but the robbers' loud banter covers any noise you might have made. Well, that is, until you get so caught up in the moment that you forget your phone isn’t on silent. 

“JUMP UP KICK BACK WHIP AROUND AND SPIN-”

“Motherfucker-” You mutter, scrambling in a panic to silence Cole’s call. Your chest practically collapses from the shaky exhale after, before holding your breath in a sudden wave of panic. 

A quiet crunch echoes through the street, the sound unnaturally loud in the stillness. Slowly, you look up, eyes widening at the sight of the thief standing right outside the store, the other robbers gathered around. 

For a moment, you lock eyes—or at least, you think you do, through the mask. An awkward silence hangs in the air, thick and heavy. Your tongue darts out, licking your suddenly dry lips as you desperately try to find a way to escape from the situation.

“So…A great day for robbery, am I right?” The stuttered laughter that tumbles past your lips twists your insides into a nervous knot. Lifting your hand, you gesture to the group. “Carry on then, as you were.”

Silence continues to plague the next few seconds, already severely regretting even opening your mouth at all as the robbers behind the thief glance at each other with uncertainty. The thief studies you closely, their piercing gaze stopping when they widen their eyes. A spark of recognition flickers in the air, and you swear you see the thief's lips twitch into a smirk beneath the mask. 

The audacity of this bitch-

Just as you decide to drop your stuff and book it, a familiar voice cuts through the air. "Hey! What’s going on here?" You whip around to see Cole rounding the corner, eyes narrowing as he takes in the scene. 

Relief washes over you, knowing you’re not alone, but it’s quickly replaced by a renewed sense of urgency. The robbers have spotted him too, and you can see the tension in their stance from recognising the ninja, readying to fight or flee.

Cole, they’re armed!” you shout, moving to his side. “I think,” you add quickly, correcting yourself. The masked thief’s gaze lingers on you for a second longer, before they turn to the jeep, making a split-second decision.

He shoots you a quick glance, his voice low and steady. “Stay back,” he warns, already moving in front of you. His stance shifts, ready for a fight, his eyes locked on the thieves. “This isn't your lucky day,” he calls out to them, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips as he sizes up the situation.

“Let’s go!” the thief orders, their voice sharp and commanding through the distortion filter. The robbers scramble, abandoning the last of the loot in their haste to jump into the jeep. Engines roar to life, tyres screeching as the vehicle speeds off into the night, leaving behind the shattered jewellery store and a trail of broken glass.

“Wait, that’s not how it’s supposed to go-” 

“Shut up and go after them!” He yelps, caught off guard by your forceful grab of his wrist, practically dragging him to chase after the car. “Summon your dragon or something! I don’t know,” you say desperately through rapid pants, the jeep getting further away with each passing second. 

“I know what to do!” He retorts with a scoff, making the swift decision to tug you toward him, scooping you up in his arms before doing a front flip. His dragon materialises in an instant, roaring loudly as it flies after the jeep. You blink, the nausea catching up in an instant as you press yourself against his chest, his shirt gripped tightly in your hands.

Slow, deep breaths, you chant to yourself. The moment of weightlessness when he’d suddenly grabbed you was terrifying. It wasn’t the heights or motion that had your stomach churning, but more of the loss of control of your senses in that split moment. 

Either way, the musky bergamot scent on his collar mixed with the weird presence of vanilla icing helps calm your racing heart down. “Are you done sniffing me yet?” Your eyes snap open, shifting into an upright position in an instant as you shove him away. 

Clearing your throat, you focus your gaze on the jeep that’s a few feet ahead. “Can you go any faster?” 

It takes a second for him to respond. “Yeah.” Your clear refusal to turn around and reveal the mortifying shade of red that colours your entire face. You don’t even turn that red when you drink alcohol or exercise. 

“Really though?” 

His sudden question makes you turn, the offended tone in his voice making you momentarily forget about the heavy flush in your cheeks. “You just had to use that song?”

The moment when your phone rang loudly pops back into your mind, grinning widely with all embarrassment long gone at the reminder. “Can you blame me though? It was perfect. I don’t even have to tell who it is when I pick it up.”

“The band made an appreciation song once,” he sighs, shaking his head. “Whatever. What’s got you so worked up about them anyway? I can just let Kai know to take over.” He pauses at your furrowed brows and tightly drawn lips, taking the hint to fall silent and wait for your explanation.

“The one with the mask… They’re the thief I ran into at the museum. The one who stole the scroll and made a hole in the ground.” His eyes widen at your explanation, inhaling sharply through his teeth with a wince. “That’s why we have to catch them. Isn’t that your job, anyway?”

He shoots you a glance, rolling his eyes. “Yes, that is my job. One that I don’t get paid too well for, by the way.” You blink, the corner of your lips turned down into a sceptical frown.

“Don’t you get sponsorships and stuff? Zane told me about how you guys were models for this protein bar.” 

“Don’t even start,” he groans, tilting his head back with an exasperated huff. “I couldn’t go anywhere without seeing the posters.” The dragon swerves to make a hard right, and you almost fall off the saddle if not for his quick reflexes.

“If you wanted to get off, you could’ve just asked,” he states in a sassy manner. You’d love to smack the smug smirk off his face, but at what feels like twenty feet in the air, you're not about to take that risk. Instead, you settle for a grumpy scowl, letting his arm act as your seat belt.

Cole’s dragon swoops lower, bringing you both closer to the ground as the jeep speeds away with the stolen goods. You grip the dragon’s saddle tighter, frustration and determination swirling within you.

“Honestly, it’s like these guys want to get caught,” you mutter under your breath, your eyes locked on the jeep. The thief with the mask is leaning out of the vehicle, seemingly unfazed by the height of the dragon above them.

“They're probably professionals,” Cole replies, his tone light but focused. “But that’s what makes catching them all the more fun.”

“Fun?” you scoff, shooting him a look. “You call this fun?”

He grins, the wind tousling his hair as he manoeuvres the dragon with practised ease. “C’mon, you’ve gotta admit, there’s a thrill to it. Besides, you’re not exactly sitting back and watching.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t deny the adrenaline pumping through your veins. “Fine, maybe a little,” you admit begrudgingly, though your mind is still on the thief.

As the jeep turns sharply down an alley, Cole’s gaze hardens. “C’mon Rocky,” he urges, the dragon barely acknowledging him with a soft growl. His arm tightens around your waist, pulling you closer as it descends. 

Unfortunately, he fails to mention one tiny detail—his plan to dematerialize the dragon upon landing. So, when you both hit the ground and the dragon vanishes, your hands flail, searching desperately for anything to grab onto. Fortunately, his arm is still securely around you.

Well, now it’s more like he’s carrying you by the waist, your legs and arms flailing helplessly in midair. You’re left with an expression of pure, unfiltered defeat as you dangle from his grasp like an oversized sack of potatoes.

“For your information, I’m not enjoying this ninja process.”

He barely acknowledges you with a hum, gently setting you back down onto solid ground. He takes a step back, the earlier warmth of his body heat gone in an instant. You dust yourself off, trying to play off the utter ridiculousness felt from earlier. 

The jeep is heading down the alley toward you both. He readies his stance, eyes narrowed from under his gi (when did he even put on the hood, anyway?). You copy him unsurely, knees bent and arms held up in a defensive stance. “Won’t they run us over?”

He snorts. “They wouldn’t dare. I’m the Earth Ninja! They know better than to do that!”

The jeep doesn’t slow down.

“You might know that,” the loud purring of its engine doesn’t decrease. In fact, it does the exact opposite as it speeds up. “But do they??”

With each millisecond that passes, the confidence in his eyes begins to waver. You take a deep breath, blood rushing through your veins in a roaring symphony. At the very last second, you push him out of the way and crash to the ground, landing squarely on top of him.

As you land on top of him, the thief at the wheel locks eyes with you through the open window. Their smug gaze practically beamed through their mask, even honking a couple times as they stick a gloved hand out the window in a mocking farewell.

Frustration bubbles up inside you, and before you can stop yourself, your fist connects with whatever’s beneath you. Unfortunately, that happens to be Cole’s abdomen. His pained hiss snaps you out of it, and you turn to see his grimace. Deciding not to give him an apology after almost getting the both of you run over, you ignore his outstretched hand in a request for help.

“You said they wouldn’t run us over!!”

He takes a deep breath. “Well,” he starts, looking from you to the jeep, “I was wrong.”

You’ve gotta be kidding me.

He groans as he sits up, the sting of your punch still lingering. “But in my defence, who actually tries to run over a ninja?” He gives you a lopsided grin, though you can sense the irritation bubbling beneath its surface.

You don’t give him a moment to recover. “Them, apparently.” Jittery annoyance fuels your pacing. “Can’t we go after them again? Where’s Rocky?”

“I’d love to, but,” he finally manages to stand. “Someone decided to punch me and leave me winded.”

"Don’t blame me for saving your life," you snap. The adrenaline is still thrumming through your veins, making your hands shake as you shove them into your pockets. "Besides, you’re the one who said they wouldn’t dare."

Cole rolls his eyes, his expression softening when he spots the slightest tremble that you try to hide. "Okay, fair point. But we’ve gotta figure out our next move before they get too far."

You stop pacing, turning to face him. "Right, so where’s Rocky? Or are we gonna jog after them like idiots?"

He glances around the alley, his brow furrowing. "Rocky needs time to recharge after dematerializing, so we’re on foot for now." He catches the look on your face and quickly adds, "But I’ve got an idea. There’s a shortcut through the market district. If we hustle, we might catch up before they get too far."

You let out an exasperated sigh, but you nod, already mentally preparing for the sprint. "Fine, lead the way. But if we end up lost, I’m blaming you."

Cole chuckles, already starting down the alley at a fast jog. "Trust me, you’re gonna love my shortcuts."

As you follow him, the banter between you eases some of the tension. Despite the annoyance simmering beneath the surface, there’s a strange comfort in the rhythm of your bickering. You might not be thrilled about this whole soulmate business, but in moments like this, you can almost see why fate would pair you two together.

Almost.

The roar of the jeep’s engine is familiar to your ears, practically sensing it coming down the last of the twists and turns he’s led you through. “C’mon!” You urge him quickly, sprinting the last few metres to see the jeep turn the corner.

You glare through the windshield at the thief whose eyes widen in pure shock, not having expected you to get there so quickly. Satisfaction makes your heart calm, spotting Cole’s narrowed eyes filled with determination.

He skids to a stop beside you, lifting his arms and slamming them into the ground. The earth rumbles, responding to his will. A crater forms instantly in the jeep’s path. The driver has no time to react, plummeting into it. The jeep flips violently, crashing into the far side. 

A plume of smoke is sent up from the impact, and you begin to approach it before flinching when it explodes right in front of your eyes. Instinctively shielding yourself from the debris, you turn to look at Cole in disbelief.

“That wasn’t me!” He denies vehemently, holding his hands up innocently and shaking his head as the jeep behind you is engulfed in flames. The smell of burnt rubber and gasoline fills the air, onlookers whispering to each other and taking out phones to record the scene.

You take a tentative step forward, sharing a glance with him as you approach the wreckage. You squint through the haze, expecting to see the robbers either unconscious or scrambling to escape.

The embers die down, someone having grabbed a fire extinguisher and extinguished the flames until all that’s left is smoke. But when it clears, you find the jeep completely empty, save for the stolen jewellery scattered in the backseat. The robbers have vanished, leaving behind only the glittering spoils of their heist.

“They’re gone,” you mutter, half in disbelief. Cole steps closer, examining the wreckage with a frown.

“Must’ve bailed right before the crash somehow,” he says, his tone laced with frustration. He turns to you, the remnants of the battle still lingering in his tense posture. “At least we got the jewellery back.”

You nod, though your eyes linger on the destroyed jeep, wondering just how close you were to catching them. The tension in the air slowly dissipates as the reality of the situation sinks in, but the mystery of the robbers’ disappearance only adds to the unease.

The aftermath of it all is pretty straightforward. The jewellery is returned to the store owner, though Cole gives you a stern glare when he catches you discreetly trying to negotiate for a reward. Frowning in defeat, you give up when he threatens to tell Master Wu.

“You’re still a snitch, y’know.” He takes a sip from the bubble tea in his hands. Your bubble tea, in fact. The ice had already melted a long time ago so the drink was already horribly diluted, but he still insisted on finishing it instead of throwing it away.

“Even if I am,” he exhales slowly, his slow strides matching your lazy walking pace. “At least we kind of got a look at them. Maybe Zane can draw a composite sketch. I’ll let Jay know to update the police stations, and for Kai to keep a lookout during his patrol.”

“Teamwork really does make the dream work.” 

“Yeah, I guess we do make a good team.” Your playful grin falters at his response, looking away from him to the buildings opposite. The words held no ulterior hidden meaning, yet the thrumming of your heartbeat distracts you from properly focusing on the conversation.

A moment of hesitation is all he needs to grab your wrist, steps slowing to a halt. Your eyes flit from his hand to his concerned eyes, barely able to breathe. He watches you carefully, lips parting and closing as he tries to organise his thoughts. Finally, he formulates a proper sentence, uttering the exact one you’ve been dreading to hear.

“I think we need to talk. About us.”

Shit.

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