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Three's company (Spencer Reid & Chip Taylor)
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader (ft. Chip Taylor)
Summary: Spencer finally says yes to your request for a threesome and you choose his twin brother, Chip.
Rating: Mature 18+ only
Warning: Threesome, oral (male receiving), masturbation, p in v sex (Unprotected. Guys you know the drill. Be safe)
Words: 983 (Not a long smut sorry)
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âYou can tell meâ
âNo, I really donât think I can.â
Spencer ran his fingers over the skin of your hip, enjoying the view of you post orgasm. The topic of different things to try in bed came up and when you thought about it, you knew you couldnât bring up your wildest dream⌠again.
Spencer doesnât share well. He never really has, but when you asked to have a threesome he hesitated and when he said he would think about it, but it depended on who it was, and you said his twin brother, he flipped.
âNo way! I wonât share you with my brother.â
His words echoing in your head even now when your brain is on a high from the new thing Spencer learned to do with his tongue. Sometimes bringing up the idea of watching porn with your boyfriend was beneficial.
âIs it the threesome thing?â Your silence was enough of an answer for him. You could see him enter a deep state of thought, genuinely thinking of if he wants to share you with not only another person, but his own brother. His TWIN brother. The men in his family were really good at giving, a fact he was unhappy to know about his father and brother, and what if Chip was better than him?Â
Though he doesnât know what makes you weak in the knees. He could try with all his might, but Spencer would be the end for you⌠Right?
In the end he knew he would give into your desire, even if he wasnât that comfortable with it, because Spencer would give you the moon and the stars if he could.
hich is how he found himself agreeing to your request. Your squeal of happiness was the immediate reassurance that he made the right decision, but then a few days later when you were on your knees, in HIS favorite purple lingerie no less, sucking on his brotherâs dick, he wasnât so sure anymore.
âAfter all that happened to you, Chippy, I just want you to feel worshiped.â Was the reasoning you gave to Chip as you slid down to your knees in front of him, wiggling your hips for Spencerâs view from where he sat in the recliner you requested be in the room, and undoing Chipâs jeans.
You whimpered at how hard he was already, the tip a bright red. And without warning you had swallowed Chip whole, his brotherâs head falling back and letting out a loud moan.
Spencer smirked a little at the sight, knowing how warm and wet your mouth was and what it was like to experience it for the first time, despite the little green monster sitting on his shoulder telling him that he should tie Chip up and make him watch as Spencer fucked his woman into submission.
But all he could do was palm his erection to relieve any form of pressure. He told you that he would go along with this and do as you wanted.
And right now you wanted to devour his brotherâs cock while he seemed to lose his mind.
âOh fuck!â Chip moaned, his hands searching for a perch in your hair, gripping harshly which caused you to moan around him, the vibrations sending him over the edge, his cum spilling into your mouth.
You pulled back, swallowing what you could before turning to Spencer, opening your mouth to show him that you finished your meal.
âMy good girl always knows how to please, huh Chip?â
Chip nodded, his cheeks flushing at the authoritative voice that came from his twin. While they were the same in looks and everything, they were also so different. Spencer was smart and Chip was a bit dumb, sweet, but dumb.
And it seems that they were also different in the bedroom as well, Spencer seeming to stay in complete control despite the little minx currently crawling towards him and crawling into his lap.
And Chip? He came so fast that it was almost embarrassing, but no one had ever had their mouth on his dick before. He wasnât used to the sensation.
But one thing was for certain, he wanted more. Though it was Spencerâs one rule, no fucking his woman, he wanted to defy his brother and have you.
He wouldnât, because he respected Spencer, but god did he want to. Just the thought of taking your tight little pussy had him hard again.
Your mewl pulled Chip out of his thoughts, his eyes seeing that Spencer had already started what he wanted to do, panties of the lingerie pushed aside, his brotherâs cock buried deep inside of your cunt as you rode him with all your might, which even to Chip he could tell that it wasnât for you.
Spencerâs smile said that he noticed Chipâs stare and as if it was what he was waiting for he planted his feet firmly on the ground and fucked up into you. You screamed at the sudden force, falling forward and submitting to Spenerâs assault.
Chip couldnât stand it anymore as he wrapped his fist around his cock, pumping in time with his brotherâs trusts. Faster and deeper, Chip couldnât tear his eyes away from the spot where Spencerâs cock disappeared, the wet slick of your pussy glistening in the dim light.
The three of you moan in sync, the sensation becoming too much to handle. Chip came first, his cum spurting from his tip and over the floor, you shortly after, Spencerâs assault of your G-spot having you seeing stars.
A few more thrusts and Spencer came deep inside of you, painting your insides white with his release.
As much as he hated to admit it⌠That was the hottest thing the two of you have done in the bedroom in a long while.
Maybe Chip can join again, but only on his terms.
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#mgg#spencer reid#criminal minds#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid smut#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds smut#chip taylor#matthew gray gubler#68 kill#chip taylor smut#chip taylor x reader#mgg smut#mgg x reader
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A Rebranding
Jaune: Jessica.
Jessica: Jaune...?Jaune! You're here! You're...? Uhhh... W-Who are you?
Coco: Hello.
Jessica: Hi...?
Jaune: Coco here is my partner...
Jessica: P-Partner...?
Jaune: Yes, she is my partner in the, 'Beacons Fashion Trio.'
Jessica: Oh thank gods... not that kind of partner...
Coco: Don't hold your breath love~!
Jessica: EEP?! Y-You head me?!
Jaune: We are here to judge your outfit, and render judgement upon you.
Jessica: J-Judgement...?
Coco: Yes, and be warned; Our judgement bares quite severe consequences...
Jessica: Consequences...? W-What kind of consequences...?
Jaune: Worry not... unless you have something to worry about...?
Jessica: N-N-No... I think...?
Jaune: The judgement begins... with, Jessica's current outfit...
Coco: ...
Jessica: Please have mercy...
Coco: ...
Coco: You look...
Jessica: EEEEEE!?!
Coco: So adorable!
Jessica: Wha...?
Coco: You look so adorable! Oh, I love the shades of greens, are complementized beautifully by the whites, and blacks! And, your hair! I love this shade of green in your hair it is fantastic! And, this mark around your eye! GODS! You are so adorable I could eat you up!
Jessica: W-Wha...?
Jaune: I told you you'd like her outfit. I didn't expect you to like it that much though.
Coco: It's fantastic! I have yet to see a terrible outfit! Why did you want me to judge this adorable hamster!
Jessica: H-Hamster?
Jaune: Well, I wanted you to see her outfit, and how cute, Jessica is...
Jessica: You think I'm cute~?
Jaune: But, I wanted you to judge her super hero 'outfit.'
Coco: Her what?'
Jessica: Oh, he's talking about this:
Coco: HISSSS!!!
Coco: What is that ungodly abomination?!
Jessica: W-What?
Coco: I see seven different styles clashing colours clashing?! Why would they dress you up like that?!
Jaune: Actually... The green ring thingy makes her outfit based on her thoughts... This... thing was her idea...
Coco: (GASP?!)
Coco: You made that thing yourself?!
Jessica: Y-Y-Yes...?
Coco: ...?!
Coco: BURN IT WITH FIRE! BURN HER ALONG WITH IT!!! CLEANSE THE UNIVERSE OF THIS ABOMINATION!!! NOW?!!?!?!
Jaune: Now now. Coco... We're not doing that. We're here to fix this... And, I have an idea how to fix this... Oi! Stop biting me!
Coco: Let me at her! Let me destroy the cute hamster!
Jaune: No. You'll be sad if you destroy the cute hamster. And, at potential fashion redesign... Probably more than that one...
Coco: Fashion redesign...?
Jaune: Yes... We can think of a new outfit for her to wear, one that isn't an ungodly abomination.
Coco: A non-ungodly abomination...
Jaune: And, I have a perfect idea for an outfit.
Coco: You do?
Jaune: Yes. This one...
Coco: ...?
Jessica: ...?
Jaune: So what do you two think of it?
Coco: ...
Jessica: ...
Coco: I love it!
Jessica: Its gorgeous!
Jaune: Ha, knew it.
Jessica: I can change my outfit right now!
Jessica: How do I look?! How do I look?!
Coco: OHH~! That's such an elegant outfit on you, Jessica! The colours compliment you so perfectly! I love it so much! You look beautiful!
Jessica: this is the coolest outfit I ever wore in my whole life! Everyone is going to be so jealous of my awesome style! Jaune thank you so much! This new outfit is amazing!
Coco: I agree with, Jessica, Jaune. That is a beautiful outfit. You've out done yourself.
Jaune: To be fair, anything is better than her previous outfit.
Coco: True. So, Jessica you up to celebrating a new outfit?
Jessica: Sure!
Jessica: ...
Jessica: How?
Coco: First: We strip, Jaune of his~!
Jaune: For a new outfit right?
Coco: (Wiggles eyebrows~!)
Jaune: For a new outfit right...?
Jessica: Let's do this!
Jaune: Oh no...
#rwby#jaune arc#coco adel#jessica cruz#coco x jaune#jaune x coco#jaune x jessica#jessica x jaune#rwby french roast#rwby knightlight#rwby colourguard
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Wednesday WIP Game Fill 11/20/24
Fill requests for @wizisbored @twyrewolf @aparticularbandit @somefishycat @zyrafowe-sny @eriquin @bald-rights @asha10100101010 @enigma-the-mysterious for Whumpcember Day 15 - broken glass.
Requests were made in the amazing Wednesday Wip Game Community. Thank you so much for pushing me to write! I hope you check us out and play!
Written in tandem with @ditzyredrobin.
CW: minor blood and injury
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âIâm sorry,â Tim whispers, hot tears finally slipping down his cheeks. âI didnât mean to.â
âOh, doll, come âere,â Jason sighs, gathering their Baby Bird in his arms like the delicate thing he is. âYou donât gotta be sorry about anything, me ân Roy are always gonna come when you cry. You hear me?â
âBut-â
âBut nothing. Donât gotta to worry âbout nothing but beinâ here with me now, yeah?â Jason says, in that silky, loving drawl of his. ââsides, if anything, I should say sorry to you. I wouldnât expect Roy to let you go âtil at least the bottoms of your feet have healed up.â
A week or so of cuddles on the couch might be nice, he thinks absently, burrowing into Jasonâs neck. Heâs warm and solid and protects him from the lazy Gotham drizzle.
âThat Roy still on the phone?â Jason rumbles, cradling him to his chest with one arm, using his free hand to open the passenger side door.
âOh,â Tim blinks, pulling the phone away, Roy with Lian, grinning, covered in ice cream after an ice cream fight Jason was less than thrilled about. âYes.â
Jason settles him in the car, the heated seat already on high and toasty under his ass, âCan I talk to him?â
âOkay,â Tim agrees distantly, holding it out. He doesnât think thereâs anything else he can say.
Jason, ignoring the blood smears on the screen, takes it, holding it between his shoulder and ear as he buckles him in. He pushes Tim back against the headrest, his hand gentle yet firm.
Tim just rolls with it.
The heater is on full blast but it doesnât fully chase away the chill.
He becomes aware of the seatbelt clicking into place and Jason taking above him but the words donât register. He doesnât mind, though, letting his eyes shut.
When he opens his eyes again, Roy is opening his door, eyes wide and so so green, looking a little frantic.
âPretty,â Tim mumbles, letting himself be manhandled out of the car.
Jason snorts behind him which Roy pointedly ignores, but a little tension eases from his shoulders. âLetâs get you upstairs, âkay? I have dry clothes and a hot bath waiting for you once we get you patched up. Sound good?â
Dry clothes sounded nice, a bath with his vigilante boyfriends sounded even better.
Roy just smiled and bundled him in close to his chest. When Tim blinked again, he was sat on Royâs lap while Jason tsked over his over his feet. The tackle box of a first-aid kit was spilled out over the bathroom counter.
âI donât like this one but, Sweets, somethinâ just ainât addinâ up. Why was he out there barefoot in the first place?â
Roy hums considering and smoothes the hair off of Timâs forehead, his touch more gentle than his motherâs. âWeâll just have to wait and ask him,â he says gently. âWhat do you think, Timmy?â
Tim nods dumbly and winces when Jason pulls out another shard of glass. Jason looks up with an almost apologetic look and Roy presses a kiss to his hair.
#jayroytim#jason todd#roy harper#red hood#red robin#tim drake#red arrow#aresenal#dc comics#fanfiction#Wednesday wip game#wednesday wip#batman
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I just miss these kids
#academy x#new x-men#noriko ashida#surge#david alleyne#prodigy#julian keller#hellion#yes i KNOW julian's tk aura is green but for the purposes of my colour scheme#besides it was briefly pink in spider-man and the x-men#i do agree that green looks better though#it's classic#zed art
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wahoo finally ââââcaught upââââââ on fontaine leaks
#genshin spoilers#genshin leaks#first off leaks are a bitch to find if you're looking for them > 1 week after theyre released because wow dmca deleted accounts so fun#anyways hmmm they honestly look fine when lined up together i dont really care too much though#certainly a lot better than sumeru's leaked line up looked as a first impression. maybe bc theyre arranged by color palette or bc i thought#sumeru was gonna be non melanin deficient but either way its like pretty cohesive palette at least#i think ill see whether the storyline endears any of them to me#that blonde girl with the yellow/black design looks nice imo#and then there's that person with the apple?? whos like dark teal green looking? unless she got changed to the purple version of her design#like if she's still green i really want her just based on her looks but if shes purple and has fanservice thigh gaps im like ahhffhugh#i highly doubt they'll make any afab character very masc/androgynous but if she is i would love to see it#also highkey focalors or whoever the blue/white themed woman is. she is so ugly im sorry#i think its the hair that's not doing it for me#other people have also said this before but i agree it would be neat if we got a mondstadt map expansion some time. dornman port etc#we'd finally be able to see where eu.la and yan.fei met lol#anyways i'll probably be quieter until like new patch or smth smth no more thnigs to talk about until the new update haha#ramblings!
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5 Times the JL Learned Batman was Married and the 1 Time They Met the Spouse.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. + 1
âWhat is going on?â Batman asked the group as he swept into the room.
John stayed focused on the circle, not wanting to mess up now. It would be a lot of faff for nothing if he did.
âConstantine believes he has a contact to help us with our current issue,â Superman explained. âHe is working on the summoning circle now.â
âIs that safe to do on the Watchtower?â Batman asked, as cautious as ever.
âYeah, mate,â John answered for himself. âThis one is a good one. Havenât met them myself, but real helpful sort of fellow from everything Iâve heard. Or at least real helpful for the things that they can help with.â
Careful not to smudge any lines, John moved backwards out of the circle and gave it a good look over. The rest of the lot were talking about something, but if Batman hadnât stopped him yet, John figured he was good and intended to keep working. A little slice to his finger, a few drops of blood, the right words, and it was done.
The white markings of the circle seemed to shudder and warp, like the lines on a desert street. Then they snapped a bright green and the inner lines seemed to fall away into an endless void. The void rippled and suddenly a hand reached out of it. The claws made the worst sound as they gripped into the metal floor.
Another hand joined it.
And then the being pulled themselves out of the summoning circle.
John knew better than to try and comprehend what he was seeing. It was all shadow and green flames and fear anyways.
âWho dares to call upon the Ghost King?â the being asked. The voice echoed through the room, through Johnâs head, through his soul. It sounded like a thousand screaming voices of the dead speaking all at once.
Toxic green eyes in the black mass swept over the group. It was like they were being seen; their souls, their very beings, every aspect of them flayed open and on display for this other worldly entity. John swallowed reflexively when the eyes paused on him for a moment. He wasnât scared, but there was still a primal part of his brain that said he should run.
Then the gaze landed on Batman and stayed there. Superman stepped forward, slightly, as if to shield Batman from the beingâs view.
The being didnât seem to care and leaned forward up to the edge of the circle. âB?â
Batman inclined his head slightly, âPhantom.â
âShit. This Justice League approved, huh? Sorry about the dramatics. Usually I only get summoned by cultists who want Pariah Dark, the old king, to give them power or cleanse the world of life or blah blah blah. Best to show up and put the fear of me into them,â the being said, motioning to themselves and all their horror. The reverb of their voice had settled some, now only like a few voices overlapping.
âUnderstandable,â Batman agreed, seemingly unaffected by it all.
John could only shrug incredulously at Supermanâs questioning gaze. Fuck if he knew. Sure, Bats was unflappable, but everyone knew he avoided the supernatural stuff if he could.
The being pulled the last of itself out of the portal which sealed with a sickening squelch. âYou could have just called though. Like, I get summoning is a quick way to travel, but it's a little painful."
âPainful?â Batman asked, turning to stare at John, who swallowed nervously at the cold tone.
âYeah. This was a pretty clean circle though, props to the makerââ
âThanks, I think?â John mumbled at he watched the being start to shift. It was like watching a black hole collapse in on itself.
ââso it's not that bad, but still it feels like ripping some duct tape off my skin or something,â the being continued. They were much more human shaped now, though they still smiled with an alarming number of very white teeth.
âWe'll keep that in mind in the future. I was unaware of who, exactly, they were summoning.â
The rest of the roiling darkness settled on their shoulders like a half capeâ one that seemed to hold the infinity of the night sky inside it. The vortex of flames settled into a crown of fire that floated above a head of stark white hair. They flexed their claws and the limbs settled into normal hands that they tucked into pockets of their three piece black suit with its sharp white accents. Then they stepped over the live of what was supposed to be an unbreakable summoning circle.
Like it was just waking through a door.
Like it was nothing.
John took a reflexive step back. This kind of rule breaking shit was exactly why he liked to avoid the Infinite Realms when he could; they were too chaotic to easily manage.
âAll good,â they said with a shrug and a fanged smile. âSo, what did you need the Ghost King for?â
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Bruce watched Phantom scan the meeting room as they entered. Their eyes caught, just for a moment, and a million thoughts ran through Bruceâs head. Did he want to do this? Was it time? He trusted the Justice League. They had issues and conflicts, like any group, but they were heroes through and through.
Revealing this also did not mean revealing either of their civilian identities.
The nod was barely any movement at all, but Bruce knew that Phantom had caught it and understood. After so many years together, they hardly needed words, which Bruce often appreciated. Words had never been easy for Bruce. He worked on it for his family. He had to afterâŚ
Bruce forced himself not to think about that. Danny had saved Jason, even if the resulting years without Danny there were some of the hardest for the family. They were together again and better for it. Bruce let out a careful breath and took his normal seat.
âThank you for your assistance, King Phantom,â Wonder Woman started. Phantom held up a hand.
âI didnât say I could assist. Iâll listen and help if I can and see fit, but there are a great many things that are not mine to aid in,â Phantom said sternly, though his voice was carefully kind. âMy influence is only over those closely tied to death and of the Infinite Realms. The living are outside of my jurisdiction.â
âOf course,â Superman said quickly as he could without rushing the words. âListening is a great start. If youâll take a seat.â
Phantom nodded and strode right past the indicated seat. With a casual ease that Bruce had always envied, Phantom sat on the arm of Bruceâs chair.
âUm, King Phantom, your majesty?â Flash started nervously. âBatman doesnât really like to be touched?â
âReally?â Phantom asked innocently. Bruce couldnât see it, but knew exactly the smirk Phantom had as he leaned back to lounge against Bruceâs shoulder. (Bruce loved that smile.)
Bruce schooled his expression as he watched Flash and Hal exchange looks and frantic hand signs to each other.
Jâonn tilted his head curiously as he took his own seat. Bruce could see Jâonn come to an understanding as his eyes flickered down the the black metal brand around Phantomâs ring finger in the shape of a flying bat.
âAh,â Jâonn said softly.
âAh? Ah what?â Flash asked, his words almost a whine. âWhat do you know?â
Bruce rested his hand lightly on Phantomâs hip, well aware that the motion was in sight of both Superman and Wonder Woman.
âAh,â Wonder Woman said with a little smile. âJâonn knows something we all know, though not in this context. It is good to meet you, Phantom.â
âGood to meet you also, Wonder Woman. Iâve heard a lot about you,â Phantom said as she sat down next to them.
âI wish I could say the same,â she said with a teasing smile directed Bruceâs way.
âHn.â
Phantom just laughed, the sound echoing like a ringing bell. âItâs okay, I know what B is like. Trust me, that you know anything at all is a big deal. Heâs just bad at doing things the normal way.â
Bruce held back a sigh and just pinched Phantomâs side again, making the other squeak and backhand Bruce in the chest.
âHoly shit!â Hal jutted a finger at Phantom. âYouâre Batmanâs husband!â
âGuilty as charged,â Phantom said.
âWait, no, youâre what?â Flash asked and zipped closer to the table. âHuh. You are so not what I expected. I mean, I guess ghost plus Spooky works but youâre so⌠lively! Waitâ is that like, offensive to call the dead lively?â
Phantom laughed again and shook his head. âNo, but not everyone in the realms will take it as a compliment. I donât mind and besides, Iâm only half-dead.â
âHalf-dead?â Superman asked with his brow furrowed worriedly.
Phantom just waved the concern away. âItâs complicated. Mostly it just means that I still get to live out my human life as simply a human. Ghosts move slower, having eternity and all, so thereâs not too much for me to do as the king other than attend to summons and make slow changes.â
âSo,â Hal started, ignoring Bruceâs glare and sliding into a seat finally. âYouâre married to Batman in your civilian form as well?â
âOf course, it would be silly otherwise,â Phantom said and then added, âand no, I wonât tell you who B is. Thatâs for him to choose.â
âOkay, but like, we can talk to you, right?â Flash asked, eager as ever.
âWell, Iâm here, arenât I? But work first. What do you think I can help you all with?â
Bruce moved his hand to rest on the small of Phantomâs back and watched his husband command the room like the king he was.
--- AN: and here's the last part! The JL finally meet Batman's husband, or at least once side of him!
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Viral Soft Launch | LN
Handsomer by Russ (remix)
Summary: Lando and you had always had a very private relationship, always keeping to yourself until a fun little tik tok trend helps you soft launch your relationship.
Warnings: Pretty much none. All fluff. Some sexual innuendo, dirty song lyrics, private relationship, sweet cute bf Lando.
You and Formula one driver, Lando Norris have been dating each other privately for about a year now, there have been rumors but nothing has been confirmed about you two at this time, and to be honest you and Lando liked it that way.. You had been begging him for weeks now to do this silly little Tik Tok trend with you that you had seen other couples doing, even if you didnât post it to your respective social media accounts you still wanted to make a fun memory with him.
Finally you got him to agree. âAlright Alright, If this is what you want? Tell me what I have to do.â he says with a smirk looking down at you pouting up at him, his thumb running across your bottom lip. âYou are the best Lan, I love you so much.â your eyes sparkle at him. You hear him chuckle. âI love you too, Y|N.â his green eyes shining with so much love and admiration for his silly girlfriend. âOkay I'm going to need you to memorize these lyrics.â you say handing him a piece of paper with your handwriting on it. The lyrics to The Remix of Russâs âHandsomer.â written across it. He looks over at you shaking his head with a laugh. âIt's a good thing I love you.â he says, placing a kiss to the top of your head as he leaves you in the living room to practice your part.
After a few hours Lando joins you back in the living room. âI think Iâm ready.â he says with a smirk as he watches you practicing your part along with some choreography he feared he would have to learn. You look up at him giving him a wink. âPerfect, me too.â you say pulling him to you and standing on your tippy toes to kiss his perfect little nose. âHere's what I'd like to do.â you say directing him. He lets you drag him around the living room trying to find the best lighting. âPerfection.â you say looking over at Lando glowing in the sunlight of your shared living room. âI want to do each of our parts and then merge them together.â you say. âIâll do you, you do me.â you say making Lando laugh. âCut it out Norris.â you laugh playfully shoving him away from you. His dirty mind always getting him into trouble. âAlright alright, sorry serious business, my bad.â he still canât keep himself from chuckling. You roll your eyes at him. âSince you canât be serious apparently. Youâre going first.â you say pointing for him to return to the designated filming spot. âBossy much.â he jokes sticking his tongue out at you but doing what heâs told of course. You return the favor sticking out your tongue back at him. Lando raises his eyebrow and opens his mouth to make a comment about putting that tongue to much better use but he decides to keep his mouth shut and do what heâs told.
âPlease feel free to have fun with it.â you say winking at him. âSo I shouldnât just stand here like a lump and mumble the lyrics? Rats, that was my whole plan.â he teases you once more. âYou know what, never mind.â you sigh walking away, giving up on his continuous bullying and this cute idea you wanted to do with him. âNo, no baby come back, Iâm sorry Iâll be more serious I swear.â he begs not wanting to see the disappointment on your adorable face any longer. You give him a long side eye. âOk.â you whisper returning to your filming spot. âReady when you are princess.â he says with a wink. âOn the count of three, okay baby?â you say he nods. âOne..Two..Three.â you say pressing Play.
Much to your surprise Lando had really taken his part seriously. âI know Iâm fine, but the money makes me handsomer. Walk around, smellinâ like a come-up, and the answer for her problems, but Iâm not him, I donât mind it though. You donât like me how you think you do, I like it though.â he finishes his part in a fit of laughter. âI'm sorry but this is ridiculous.â he says running his hands through his curls as he rewatches his rap, with both of you laughing hysterically by the end. âAlright missy no more stalling your turn.â he says taking your phone from you. He had no clue what your part was going to be so he was in for a little treat. You take your spot ready whenever he is. You nod. âOn the count of three angel face.â he winks. You nod again, locking in. âOne..Two..Three.â he says.
âI wonât lie, that extra coin donât hurt But I gets money baby, I just rather spend yours first. I know for sure the pussy worth more than an Hermes purse.â Lando bites his bottom lip keeping in his gasp as he watches you in pure awe. âI got the best on earth, so that dick better come with some perks. Yeah you fine, and the money caught my eye too but there's a big difference between you and my side dude. You be all up in between them thighs, heâs who I lie to.â you pause winking at him licking your lips. An almost moan leaves Landoâs lips. Damn you were sexy. âYou get my titties in your face, he getting side-boob.â you stop laughing hysterically falling into his arms.. You rewatch it laughing hysterically, you both try it a few more times finally deciding to just do it together instead of making separate videos, before you are fully satisfied, each time ending with the pair of you in a fit of uncontrollable laughter. the final take has you both laughing hysterically, lando kissing you softly the pair of you looking at each other completely in love. âThatâs it, that's the one.â you say with a soft sweet smile on your face, as you edit the final cut and save it to your phone. Playing it back for Lando.
âThis turned out so cute and fun, thanks for convincing me to do it with you.â he laughs, pulling you into his arms. âThank you for agreeing to do it with me.â you say kissing his cheek gently. You see Lando smirk. âWhat?â you ask him caressing his cheek with your soft fingertips. âThere's no side dude looking at your side boob? Right??â he asks with a laugh. You smack him playfully. âSeriously? Of course not you should know better than that.. You are my one and only Lan.â you smirk. The pair of you stare at each other for a moment before you sigh.
âI know how we like to keep ourselves private so I donât think we should share it.â you say. Lando can see the sadness in your eyes as the words leave your lips. You knew why you kept things private but sometimes you just really wanted to be able to share the love and joy you had for your sweet boyfriend. He kisses your lips softly. âWhatever you think is best princess, at least we have the moment for us.â he says . There is something mischievous in his eyes. You let out a sigh. âIt's probably for the best.â you say setting your phone down on the table, kissing Lando on the cheek and heading into the kitchen to grab a drink. Lando smirks. He had a plan.
He takes your phone and sends the video to himself. He knows the reason why you two had remained private about your relationship but he thought it was about time he shared the love he had for the most beautiful sweet girl he had ever known. You walk back into the living room to grab your phone, so you can put on some music while you cook for the two of you. He knew this was the perfect opportunity. He heard you digging around in the cupboard pulling out pots and pans, the soft hum of Martin Garrix coming from where you were. He smirks as he takes to his instagram to post the video of you two. âYou are the answer to all my problems.â he captioned the video after a popular lyric in the song, tagging you and hitting share.. He hears everything in the kitchen stop. He smiles as the video had finally uploaded to his instagram.
âLando?â he hears you call to him. He canât help but smirk. âYeah babe.â he says as you meet him in the hall, phone in hand. You eye him. âYou just couldnât help yourself could you?â you laugh at your idiot boyfriend. He pulls you close. âI couldnât help it, we looked so cute and had so much fun, I couldnât let that go to waste, plus you worked so hard to get me to do it with you, and looked so disappointed when we decided not to share it.â he says. âWhat about our privacy?â you ask him, as he brushes a strand of your hair from your face and tucks it behind your ear. âWeâll deal with it as it comes my love, there isnât a single thing we canât handle together.â he says kissing your lips reassuring you that everything was going to be alright. At this time you were sure the internet was probably going wild with your relationship finally confirmed.
You decide to follow Landoâs lead and share his post to your story. â#SoftLaunch I love you đ Thanks for being silly with me babe. You are my everything đĽ°â you were so happy you finally got to share this love you had with everyone. Landoâs fans were going crazy, loving you two finally going public. There had been so many rumors since youâd been in the paddock so much but you two had always been careful about putting your relationship into the public eye but it was kind of refreshing to finally be out in the open sharing your love for each other and being able to announce your relationship in such a fun way, which fans were absolutely loving. You couldnât wait to be able to get him to do the next Tik Tok trend with you.
The End.
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True Hate-filled Love
Summary: You hate Five and he hates you, but maybe with one simple agreement you can see one another from the other's view Pairings: Five Hargreeves x Reader Tw: Enemies to Lovers, Klaus shenanigans, Ganging-up on Klaus/Clowning Five, Klaus was a flat-earther???? [Since Umbrella Academy is trending and the new season was ass, I'll give you something better written than the whole season]
You and Five never agreed on anything. If you said the sky was blue or that the grass was green, he would disagree with you and vice versa. Even if the other agreed, your pride was too high to admit that maybe the other person was right. It was one of the flaws you both shared, along with your mutual hatred for each other. Though, maybe you didn't hate each other as much as you thought.
It all started one afternoon, when you and Five were sitting in the kitchen in quiet; For the first time ever. Unluckily for you both, Klaus was more than happy to ruin the peace you both had created with each other for the first time since knowing each other.
You ignored his presence at first because you didn't want to give him much thought. That was until he said something so incredibly stupid that you had to sit up and look at Five to make sure he heard it too. Five was already looking at Klaus like he was the dumbest person in the world.
"God, I wonder how often you were dropped on your head as a baby."
"More like thrown into a wall," You joke, causing Five to let out a chuckle.
"Knowing our father, he probably was."
"You two aren't funny," Klaus complains.
"And you're an idiot. What's your point?" You remark, not taking him seriously at all.
"It was just a question."
"One so stupid, that Y/n and I are in agreement for once in our lives."
"How stupid do you have to be for that?"
Klaus groans, rolling his eyes, "You know what, it's not even that big of a deal. It doesn't matter. It's like when you argued with me about the world not being flat."
"You think that world's flat?" You asked, clearly taken a back.
Klaus rolls his eyes, shaking his head, as he lets out a chuckle, "Of course not."
"Oh yeah," Five says, laughing as he leans into it. "You should of been there, you would have loved it."
"God, I can't even imagine how that went down."
"Not well."
"Oh, so you two are now buddy buddy? Gross," Klaus looks away from you both. "You'll be back to fighting in like five minutes."
"With you around? I might actually start to like Five more than you."
"That bar can't be very high," Five jokes, causing you to high-five him.
"Not at all."
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My boyfriend the Bad Guy- Oscar Piastri x Teacher! Reader
Plot: Oscar surprises you in a class that youâre covering for on a day before a race weekend.
âOkay guys so Mrs Copani wonât be here for the rest of term, but that means I get to teach you guys all about ⌠the rainforest!â You exclaim to the young children in your class. You were currently covering for a school in your district whose teacher went on maternity leave, it was your first job as a teacher rather than a teaching assistant because you were so young.
âNow, this project will be very fun! Weâre going to do lots of arts and crafts and at the end of term Headmaster Kelvin has organised a tripâ you tell them excitedly and they all start chatting!
âWeâre going to a rainforest!â One of them exclaims.
âMy mum says theyâre a long way from us!â Another chips in.
âAre we going far for this trip?â Another asks a little confused.
âOkay okay settle down! Now youâll learn that Chloe is right and that there arenât any rainforests near us. The closest one would be Africa, and I canât take you guys all the way there ⌠but in the UK we have a place where they have these biome pods called the Eden Project so weâre going to take you thereâ you explain and they all nod.
âOkay so letâs start on some facts about the rainforest. Does anyone know anything about the rainforest that they can tell me!â You ask.
âIt rains a lot!â Dylan shouts and you nod.
âThatâs right! Itâs helps that its in the name right? But rainforests have a lot of warm humid rain all year round. 79-394 inches. High for comparison is about the height of a tree!â You exclaim and gaze round seeing the fascinated look on all the kids faces.
That was your favourite part of teaching!
âAnd when you look at a rainforest ⌠like this oneâ you say getting up a picture of one of the interactive whiteboard. âWhat do you see!â You ask looking around the classroom.
âLots or Greenâ AJ shouts and everyone agrees.
âMmmmm thatâs very true. And what is all that greenery, some of you might have them in your garden at home! We have some in the gardens here and Miss Y/L/N has a few on her classroom windowsillâ you offer helpfully, a girl raises her hand.
âGabby?â
âPlants Miss!â She squeals and you nod with a smile on your face.
âVery good! Now the rainforest is very important as even though only 10% of earth is made up of rainforests ⌠it has the most plants and animals there which helps usâ you smile.
âWhy miss?â Connor calls out and you smile.
âThe trees around us, even the ones here release something out of them that go into our atmosphere and it turn it helps us breath. Thatâs why trees are so important and itâs why when we use paper, we always âŚ.â You pause waiting for them to finish your common phrase.
âRecycle itâ they all giggle and you nod.
âThatâs right!â You smile at them all.
âOkay now when you all have a cold what does you mum and dad give you to make you feel all better?â You ask walking around the room.
âMattâ you say seeing the boys hand raised.
âMedicine!â He cries out in joy.
âLots of those medicines come from the rainforest, thatâs why itâs important we preserve it!â You teach them, you could never be to young to teach about protecting the planet.
âWhatâs preserve?â One of them asks with their head cocked to the side.
âHmmmm thatâs a difficult word to describe. Okay so letâs pretend you guys are ⌠the Avengersâ you grin and they all gasp happily.
âI wanna be Captain Americaâ
âIâll be Thorâ
âI want to be Black Pantherâ
âIâm Kate Bishopâ
âOkay okay you can all be whoever you want! But you guys need to protect the environment from all the bad people out there!â You grin, knowing this was all just a bit of fun but still educating them on whatâs important.
âWho are the bad peopleâ one of them asks, just before a knock is heard on the classroom door. You look to the left seeing Oscar there watching you with a soft smile on his face. You hop up from your desk walking over to the door.
âHere is one of the villains you have to defeatâ you say as you open the door to your boyfriend.
âHeâs a bad guy!â One of the girls ask, and you know youâve just potentially started her obsession with always crushing on the villains in future movies and books she watch.
âBut Miss thatâs your boyfriendâ they all giggle at this and you grin too, Oscar just standing there confused as to why youâre now all of a sudden calling him a bad guy.
âMmmm and why am I a bad guy?â He asks looking at you with his polite cat smile.
âWho knows what Oscar does for a living, do any of you like Cars?â You ask and they all gasp.
âMiss miss I know I know!â Ollie cries out.
âYeah?â You asked.
âHe drives race cars!â He says on his knees rocking back and forth.
âHe does! And he travels all over the world to do it, meaning he doesnât help the environment, he does the opposite!â You say knowing just how astronomically high your boyfriends carbon footprint was.
The kids then all started to ask Oscar questions about racing, many of them being Lightening McQueen related.
Eventually it was the end of the school day, Oscar kindly helped you pack up the classroom before leading you out to the car park where his McLaren was parked.
âThank you for coming to get me babyâ you smile and he takes your hand guiding it to the gearstick so he can keep a hold of you while heâs there.
âYouâre welcome! How was your first fall day teaching them on your own?â He smiles rubbing his thumb along your hand.
âIt was really good, weâre starting a rainforest project and so weâre going to make loads of charts for the board I created and at the end of term weâve got a trip organised!â You explain and he canât help but grin at how excited you seem.
âWoah, thatâs really cool! Do you still think that youâll be able to come this weekend?â He asks knowing that where you taught Monday to Thursday you had the perfect opportunity to spend GP weekends with him.
âOf course I am baby, I have my flight booked for Thursday night, Iâll get there Friday Morningâ you admit and he smiles bringing your hand up of the gearstick and in front of him mouth. He kisses it lightly.
âSo where are we going, this isnât the way homeâ you ask once you notice your on a different main road.
âSomewhere Lando showed me, I wanted to take you there. I think youâll really like itâ he explains and you nod.
Eventually you come up to a little park, he takes a rucksack from the boot, taking your hand and walking through the afternoon sun with you to the edge of a large pond, that had a wooden bridge going over the middle of it.
âWow this is gorgeousâ you exclaim looking at the surroundings before taking some pictures. You get one of yours and Oscars feet and then a selfie of you guys with the lake in the background.
âI love this, itâs so peacefulâ you breathe out a relaxing breath. You and Oscar walk and talk, both having a busy schedule ment that moments like these you could yap to each others hearts content.
He eventually started to lay out a blanket, it was getting a little cooler as the sun got lower and lower in the spring afternoon.
âI brought some wine, and some cheese and grapes. I know youâve been wanting to go out for a while with the girls but you havenât had time⌠so I brought girls night too youâ he smiles sheepishly hating how busy both your lives were individually and with each other. You saw your friends maybe once a month at best, you were very lucky they were so understanding.
âI love you Oscâ you say leaning into him, kissing his cheek, a blush forming across his nose.
âI love you too babyâ he smiles.
You both sit on the blanket leaning into one another while continuing your previous conversation, and sharing chaste kisses every now and then, tasting the rich one on each others lips.
Intimate and personal time like this with Oscar would always be your favourite.
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y/user: Oscar surprised me on my first day today and took me out afterwards on a date :) How sweet can he get!
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hiii! i was thinking maybe đ from your prompt list with lando, oscar and logan if youâre up for it
like maybe readerâs oscarâs partner and since heâs a great friend and logan has a bad race, he invites logan to his driverâs room to let the frustration out on reader <33
but lando ends up coming in in the middle of it (cause we all know that mf doesnât knock) and eventually joins?
you can change anything you want!! please and thank you!! <3
Logan had lost the will to live it seemed. Not only was he officially out of the seat, but he had crashed in FP3, not taken part in qualifying, and started from the back row. And sue him, a p16 finish wasn't making him any happier.
Oscar knew just how to cheer his friend up, though.
Warnings: smut, threesome, foursome, PinV, PinA, gay shit, sub Logan, cock warming but with your mouth? Is that a thing?, subspace?, spanking, pain kink, dacryphilia, manhandling?, degradation?, spit, praise, overstimulation, Lando comes in (pun intended) at the very end.
Edit: I only just fucking realised I forgot to put the prompt in the fic.... oops :3
Requested from my prompt list
When Oscar had approached you during the aftermath of Zandvoort, you expected him to need cheering up. But what he was offering was much better: Logan Sargeant.
When he asked you about it you were skeptical, whoring you out to the other drivers wasn't really Oscar's style. But when he explained how down Logan was feeling you readily agreed, after all you were also good friends with the American.
Logan turned out to be more of a handful than you'd anticipated.
You expected him to let you take the reigns after being so depressed and mopey, you and Oscar had discussed possible outcomes and mindsets beforehand, agreeing to be whatever Logan needed.
But what you had in front of you now was so much more pathetic, and you were instantly wet at the sight that greeted you as you opened the door to Oscar's bedroom in his Monaco apartment.
You'd been caught up in a meeting so Oscar and Logan had started without you.
And Jesus Fucking Christ what a sight.
Logan was on his knees, drooling over Oscar's cock which was sitting on his tongue. His eyes were closed and his head was being held in place by Oscar's vice grip on his blonde hair. His hips were desperately grinding against Oscar's shin as he chased his release.
You just stared at the scene, eyebrows raised in question at Oscar, who just shrugged and motioned you over.
âLogan seems to be in a very particular mood so I've instructed him to make himself come without touching before he's allowed to suck my cock, isn't that right baby?â
His hand went to cup Logan's jaw as the green eyed man looked up and nodded, Oscar's unmoving cock still nestled in his mouth.
Oscar slapped his cheek âWords, Loganâ
Logan hissed and his hips stuttered as he let out a muffled âyes sirâ, which made more drool pool out of his mouth and down his chin.
It was disgusting.
It was fucking hot.
âAre you close, baby?â Oscar cooed.
âYes, sirâ Logan slobbered like a dog with a bone as the rhythm of his hips sped up and he almost choked.
âGood boyâ you said out of nowhere and that was it for Logan.
He spilled into his jeans as his body went lax and his eyes clouded over.
Oscar pulled his cock out of Loganâs mouth and tilted his head upwards.
âYou okay to carry on, baby or do you need a break?â
Logan whined at the emptiness in his mouth and slurred out âcarry on, please⌠I'm green, please fuck my mouth. I need it so badâ
You almost felt sorry for the man as Oscar groaned and gripped his hair before sliding his cock all the way in to the base. Logan was breathing hard through his nose and his body was trembling, and you felt like you were going to combust watching them.
Oscar pulled out and immediately went back in, not giving Logan any time to breathe. But that was obviously what he wanted if the way his eyes rolled back was any indication.
He wanted to be used, so be it. That was something you and Oscar could do for him.
Once Oscar had come down his throat, he pulled out and picked the exhausted man up, carrying him to the bed.
His jeans were damp, but already tented again, evidence of the enjoyment he was getting out of this, and Oscar chuckled.
âAlready hard again just from me using your filthy mouth⌠what a whoreâ
Logan blushed and tried to hide himself out of embarrassment, but you took his hands and pinned them above his head while Oscar busied himself getting Logan's clothes off.
âOh no, baby you can't hide from us, we want to see you while we take turns using you. Can you be a good boy and keep your hands there for me?â
Logan agreed and you smiled at him sweetly before sliding your pants and underwear off.
âI'm going to sit on your face baby, is that okay?â
Logan looked like he'd died and gone to heaven.
âYes please, oh my godâŚâ
You chuckled as you saw his cock twitch where it was laying on his stomach, red and already leaking.
You didn't waste any time getting on the bed and straddling his face, head trapped between your thighs.
You held his hands in place with one of your own as you slowly put a bit of your weight down on to his waiting mouth.
You'd been so turned on, the shock of his tongue running across your clit made a high pitched moan come out of you, and Oscar laughed from where he was sat next to you.
âIs his mouth that good, baby?â he teased and you flipped him off with your unoccupied hand.
âFuck off I'm just really horny, plus you should know, youâre the one who fucked it earlierâ
âTouchĂŠ, it is a really good mouth, you can put more weight on him, he is an F1 driver after allâ
âOh yeah, like you didn't almost suffocate last time I sat on your face!â
âHey! If that's how I go out, I'll die a happy man!â
Logan tended to agree with that sentiment, but the two of you bickering like he wasn't even there was turning him on more than he'd like to admit. In fact the only sign that you were affected at all was the trembling of your thighs around his head as he licked and sucked all of your juices like a man starved.
When your voice cracked and you looked back down at him, he knew you were close by the way your eyes were lidded and you bit your lip in concentration.
âFuck you're such a good boy Logan, you're gonna make me come.â
Logan doubled his efforts and you threw your head back as tremors wracked through your body and you came with a cry while he lapped up everything you had to give.
Oscar had been sitting patiently on the side but as soon as you'd ridden out the after shocks you were lifted up and thrown over the other side of the bed.
âMy turnâ Oscar growled and straddled Loganâs thighs before leaning down to kiss him and taste you on Logan's tongue.
Both men groaned into the kiss as it got hungrier and sloppier the longer you watched them.
You'd discussed beforehand the formalities and whether Oscar was cool with kissing Logan, but you certainly weren't expecting this level of depravity as you watched Oscar's left hand slither down to grip Logan's cock, and his right go up to wrap around the man's throat and squeeze making Logan gasp and his hips buck up into his hold.
âOpenâ Oscar rasped and Logan stuck his tongue out, mouth wide.
The sight of Oscar spitting into Logan's waiting mouth, ordering him to swallow, and Logan complying, was seared into your brain forever.
But the next thing out of Logan's mouth made you throb.
âNeed you to fuck me now, sirâ
He sounded so fucked out, Oscar grinned wolfishly at him and squeezed his hip affectionately.
âI was planning to leave that for later, but since you asked so nicelyâ he looked over to you, where you were already couple of fingers deep in yourself, and he raised an eyebrow before asking âWould you fetch me the lube, my love?â
You smirked at him at reached into the nightstand drawer to grab it and toss it to him, without stopping the movement of your fingers, and he narrowed his eyes at you.
âSince my girlfriend is feeling a bit lonely over there, Iâm going to prep you while you're inside her, that okay with you?â he looked down at Logan in question and the other man groaned.
âYou two are going to kill meâ
You and Oscar laughed before springing to action. You shimmied down the bed and Oscar helped Logan get knees between your legs.
He just stared at your puffy cunt before lifting a hand to slide a finger inside you, and he groaned at the tight heat.
You just wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him towards you.
â Want to feel your cock, Logan. Gonna be a good boy and put it in me?â
Logan let out a sharp breath at your crude words and shuffled forward to line himself up.
You groaned as he bottomed out completely and bent over you to mouth at your neck and give Oscar better access.
He was anything but small, and the pressure inside you was perfect as he started grinding his hips in small circles to help you adjust.
But he halted his movements when a smack resounded and he let out a strangled moan into your neck.
âYou need to stay still while I prep you, can you do that Logan?â
He whimpered and nodded, but Oscar just smacked the other cheek, much harder.
âYes, sirâ Logan yelped before going back to sucking and biting along your collarbones.
As Oscar opened him up on his fingers, he started babbling into your skin, mind obviously getting fuzzy at the double stimulation on his cock and prostate, that Oscar was taking great pleasure in abusing with his talented fingers.
âYou feel so good around me⌠so tight I'm leaking inside you⌠m'not gonna last long⌠Oscar's fingers⌠fuck, so good⌠wanna be good for you⌠want you to come on my cock⌠wanna make you feel goodâ
He was almost slurring at this point and Oscar chuckled before pulling his fingers out and lubing himself up.
âDon't you dare come before she does or I'll spank you until you come again on my cockâŚâ
Logan's whole body shuddered and you wondered exactly how likely it was that that was going to happen.
Oscar slid inside in one go and Logan keened at the intrusion, hips bucking into yours and accidentally nailing your g spot.
Oscar grabbed Loganâs hips and started a rapid pace, pounding into Logan so hard that his cock was forced into your depths each time and you eyes rolled back as your sweet spots were abused by Oscar's forceful thrusts.
You closed your eyes, getting lost in the pleasure of your three bodies moving in tandem.
Oscar leaned forward, changing the angle to nail Logan's prostate dead on, and wrapped one hand around Logan's throat as leverage to pull him onto his cock, and the other went to your throat and squeezed, cutting off your breathing for a second.
Logan looked utterly debauched and Oscar could tell he wasn't going to last so he whispered into his ear.
âwhy don't you help her along, hmm? Make her come before you doâ
Logan didn't even utter a word as his fingers went straight to your clit, rubbing light circles into the bundle of nerves which made you throw your head back and let out a porn worthy moan.
You came after only a couple more strong thrusts of Oscar's hips, and the feeling of your cunt throbbing around Logan's cock made him come with you as you both rode out your highs together.
Oscar pulled out gently and held Logan up to let you get out of the pile before turning him over and laying him on his back.
Loganâs eyes were filled with unshed tears and Oscarâs heart broke. He wiped a stray tear away with his thumb.
âWhat's the matter baby? Was that too much?â he asked, worried that he'd gone too far.
Logan let out a wet sob and huffed.
âNo, no it's⌠it's the opposite. I'mâŚâ
He looked away as another tear rolled down his cheek. âIt's stupidâŚâ
âNothing is stupid when it comes to your needs Loganâ Oscar chastised âCome on use your words baby, whatâs wrong?â
Logan's green eyes snapped back to Oscar and he looked down to where he was still hard.
âWant you to fuck me more⌠I'm still thinking about my shitty weekend and I need to get out of my head but I just can't, and Iâm not fragile I can take everything you want to give me and you're still hard and I reaaally want you to come inside me and I want you to really use me until I can't even thinkâŚâ
He heaved in a breath after rambling and Oscar held his face tenderly, pressing their foreheads together.
âLogan, jesus, I would be happy to fuck you until the only thing you can remember is my name. All you have to do is askâ
He gave him a sweet peck on the lips before sitting up and sitting on the edge of the bed.
âNow then, I think that should be ten spanks for not expressing your needsâŚâ he gave you a pointed look âyou think that's reasonable my love?â
âYesâ âYes, sirâ you and Logan replied at the same time, pulling a giggle from you.
In no time Logan was over Oscar's knee counting down each spank, ass quickly reddening as he leaked precome all over Oscar's thigh.
âWhat number are we on Logan?â he asked after Logan failed to count.
Logan just moaned in response as you reached over and slid a finger down his perineum and over his balls, you couldn't help teasing him a bit.
âLogan?â you prompted.
âI- I don't knowâŚâ his words were slurred and you couldn't help share a triumphant smirk with Oscar, you'd found what Logan needed to get out of his head.
âseven?â he tried without much conviction.
Oscar made a face âLucky guess, baby. But I think we'll go up to twelve for that lapse in concentration.
His hand came down on Logan's flesh harder than before and Logan cried out, cock dribbling a little bit more.
âeightâ
Another smack, and his body tensed but he didn't make a sound. He was on fire, in a good way.
ânineâ
Once more, Oscar aimed at the other cheek and brought his hand down even harder.
âtenâ
Oscar could feel the tears streaming down his left thigh, and Logan's hardness pressing into his right. He motioned for you to touch him while his hand soothed over the harsh redness.
You slid a finger into his still loose hole, down to the knuckle, as Oscar spoke to him in a calming voice.
âOnly two left baby. You going to take them like a good boy?â
âMhhm⌠yesssirâ Logan slurred and Oscar nodded at you.
You slid a second finger in and started rubbing circles into his prostate with the pads of your fingers.
The reaction was immediate. Loganâs hips bucked involuntarily, a soft cry pushing past his lips.
Oscar spanked him for the penultimate time.
âelevenâ he wailed, wet sobs wracking over his body.
And the last one.
âtwelveâ he gasped and his cock visibly jumped as he bit into Oscar's thigh lightly.
âm'so close⌠please, I need you to fuck me, please I need to come, need it so badâ
Before anyone could move though, a voice sounded from the corridor.
âOscar why the hell aren't you-â
Lando stopped dead in his tracks in the doorway.
From his vantage point there was nothing that you were doing that was hidden from his view.
Oscar, ever the pragmatic one, pulled your hand away and placed Logan on his back, on the bed, before turning around to face Lando.
âWeâre taking turns helping Logan forget about his shit weekend, so either come help us or fuck off.â
He turned back around and lined himself up with Logan's hole, pushing in slightly.
âYou okay to continue, baby?â
Logan shuddered at the intrusion and whimpered. âYes, please, please fuck meâ
âPlease fuck me what?â Oscar chided, unmoving.
âPlease fuck me sir!â Logan was getting antsy again and he squirmed, trying to get more of Oscar inside him.
âSuch a good boy for usâ Oscar leaned down to kiss him tenderly âI'm going to fuck you now, like you deserveâ
He slammed his hips forward and Logan yelped, back arching as the breath was knocked from his lungs.
âYes! Fuck! I'm so close, don't stop!â
Oscar chuckled and wrapped a hand around Logan's throat to keep him in place.
âIâm not going to stop, baby. We're going to keep making you come until you can't speak. Isn't that what you wanted?â
âyes! Thank you, sir!â
Oscar groaned âGood boyâ
He was getting close after being on edge for so long and he could tell Logan was getting there as well.
He beckoned you over and you knew what he wanted you to do.
You took Logan's leaking cock into your mouth, and it only took a couple of bobs of your head before he was coming down your throat with a high-pitched wail, Oscar shooting his own cum deep inside him. He quickly pulled out and turned back to where Lando hadn't moved an inch, but was very visibly hard in his pants.
.
âYour turnâ Oscar said and Lando caught a glimpse of Oscar's cum leaking out of Loganâs hole and down his crack.
He licked his lips and cleared his suddenly raw throat.
âFuck, okay yeahâŚâ
He unbuckled his pants in record time, pushing his underwear down and taking himself in his hand, giving his cock a couple of tugs before shuffling over.
âTurn over for Lando, babyâ
And Logan didn't disappoint, he turned over onto his knees and arched his back like cat, fucking presenting himself to Lando.
âJesus Christ Oscâ one of Lando's hands went to touch the bruises on Logan's flesh âLogan you okay?â
âYes, now fuck me, please, I need your cock sirâ he said, goading the man behind him.
Lando's eyes closed in concentration, willing himself not to come on the spot, before lining himself up and pressing into him slowly.
The wet heat was heaven, and Lando aimed for Logan's prostate, making the younger man gasp and jolt.
âAh! Too much- it's too much I can't-â he panted into his arm as Lando bottomed out, but Oscar tutted.
âYou're talking way too much for someone who âcan'tâ. You wanted to be fucked until you can't think, so that's what weâre going to do.â He turned to Lando âCarry onâ
So Lando did, he gripped Logan's hips hard, nails digging into the sensitive skin as he started a rough pace, effectively shutting Logan up for good as his prostate was abused over and over.
You and Oscar climbed up the bed to the headboard, hands and mouths wandering to distract yourselves, having a sweet moment for yourselves. His mouth made its way down to your poor neglected cunt, making you whine immediately after not getting any stimulation for a while.
You looked at Logan and gasped. He was being held up by his hair and his eyes were rolled back as drool dripped down his chin onto the sheets.
He was letting little punched out moans on every one of Lando's thrusts, and was obviously getting close again already.
Oscar slid a couple of fingers inside you and you yanked him up by his hair to kiss him senseless.
This was the most fun you'd had in a long time and you wanted to convey that through the kiss.
His fingers continued their assault on your g-spot and he leaned in close âCome for me baby, show Lando how good you are when you comeâ his lips went to your tits, biting and sucking and when your eyes found Lando's you came, thighs trying to close around Oscar's hand at the overstimulation.
You didn't register Lando speaking, but a bone-rattling cry came from next to you as Logan obviously came around him, making the older man smirk in victory.
But Oscar's attention was on Logan.
âHoly shit Logan, you came dryâ
Logan sounded like he was having an asthma attack, despite not having asthma, and it took him a moment to respond.
When he did, you all raised your eyebrows at him.
âIs that all you've got?â
Lando took that personally, and he lifted the younger man and pressed him to his chest, changing the angle and grinding his cock in deeper as Logan groaned weakly.
âStill talking, huh? Sounds like a challenge to meâ
Oscar hummed in agreement and slid his cock into you at the same moment he leaned down and took Logan's cock in his mouth.
The sight of your boyfriend eagerly sucking down his (and your) friendâs cock was a lot to process. Not to mention Lando's presence, who now had something to prove as he pistonned his hips at an inhuman pace.
Three world class athletes competing in sex.
This was going to be a long fucking night.
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Part One Two
âIâm really sorry,â Steve is saying before Eddie has the door fully open, but it makes Eddie smile. It feels like Steve has started saying âIâm sorry,â instead of âhelloâ as a matter of course.
Itâs Sunday afternoon though, and Eddie isnât cooking anything and Steve isnât holding an empty plate, so Eddie has no clue what Steve could be sorry for this time.
âCould you come and help me with something? Itâll just take two moments.â
âSure thing,â Eddie agrees easily, slipping on his adventure crocs and following Steve down the hall.
Eddie follows Steve into and then through his apartment into the small bedroom. Itâs a two bed apartment, the same as Eddieâs. Eddie uses his spare room to store his guitars. He has a desk in there too; a place to write and paint his miniatures and do guitar maintenance.
Itâs a nursery. Itâs cute, animal themed. The ceiling is painted powder blue, which drops down onto the walls about a foot before ending in a neatly done scalloped edge. The walls are white, but have cloud shapes printed on them in the same blue. There are random tufts of painted grass popping up from the floor; some with flowers. The rocker and the other furniture, including crib and chest of drawers, are all painted the same green, and the blinds are green jungle, with elephants and big cats and monkeys hiding amongst the leaves. A lot of the soft things are yellow and white, and Eddie has not a fucking clue as to the sex of Steveâs pup, so he asks as much.
Steve smiles, âI donât know. I didnât want to know. I like surprises.â
âHuh. Well. Iâm always the one shaking the gifts at Christmas, but I do love a surprise too. What did you need?â
âWe have the fixings for the mobile there ready, but I clean forgot about it until now, and Iâm too big to stretch up there. Didnât do it at the time because we were moving furniture and I was frightened Iâd break it.â
âOkay sure,â Eddie takes the dangly parts of the mobile; cute little moons and stars and sun shapes, and fixes it to the bit already attached to the ceiling. Itâs nice, and easy to figure out, but it does hang low so he gets what Steve means.
He also sees why Steve canât reach; he seems to have suddenly gotten even bigger over the last week, and he's also only been wearing these sort of loose shift dresses, like a blouse, a button up, and a tent had a horrendous love child.
He looks gorgeous though. Eddie always thought pregnancy must be pretty fucking miserable; your body betraying you almost. Needing to pee all the time, unreasonable hormones. Cravings. Morning sickness. Odd shit happening all over the place. Eddie always figured telling pregnant people that theyâre âglowingâ was just a nice thing people said to make them feel better during what must be a pretty shitty nine months.
Not with Steve though. Steveâs actually glowing. Not like literally glowing but...heâs beautiful, and Eddie suddenly understands what all the fuss is about.
Steve clears his throat. Right. Right okay, Eddieâs creepy staring, âso I was going to make chicken parm again tonight, since I know you like it and itâs been a bit...do you maybe want to get out the apartment and come to another, slightly different, apartment?â
Steve laughs a little, looking at where his hands cradle his bump, before looking back up, cheeks pink, âI think Iâd like that.â
Eddieâs laid the table as nice as he can. He snagged a little bunch of daisy looking things out of the garden and shoved them in a mug, just because he remembered Steveâs little daffodil.
He doesnât own place mats, but he does dig out a table cloth he usually only uses for games night; itâs black, but itâs clean.
Steve settles himself at the table and Eddie goes and gets dinner, he canât help but notice Steve shift in his seat, wincing.
âYou okay?â
Steve hums, âbeen getting funny back pain, but itâs all normal. Could be anything really, just the weight of the baby, or maybe they are leaning on my sciatic nerve. Itâs all fine. Nearly done now.â
Steve takes the first bite of his dinner and hums appreciatively. It makes Eddie warm inside, a little tickle of his brain releasing happy chemicals. Omega is being fed. Omega is safe and happy.
Eddie tells it to fuck off.
âSo youâre due soon?â Which feels like he;s stating the obvious, Steve is the size of a tiny moon.
âTomorrow.â
Eddie makes a noise, startled, then nearly chokes on a string of spaghetti, âexcuse me,â he manages to get out, before drinking half his water, Steve looking half concerned and more than a little amused from the other side of the table. âTomorrow?â Eddie asks weakly.
Steve nods, chewing and swallowing before he answers, âthe due date is tomorrow, but itâs the norm really for first pups to go over that, even more normal with male Omega, donât worry, itâs fine. Although it should be soon, I passed the mucus plug yesterday.â
Eddie nearly chokes again, âthe what?â he tries his best not to sound too horrified.
âOh. Sorry, you probably don't want to hear about the uhm, the kind of gross stuff.â
âNo, no, of course itâs fine what is...uhm...that?â And Eddie is fully prepared to regret acquiring this cursed knowledge. He doesnât even know what it is and heâs already eyeing his spaghetti sauce dubiously. For Steve though...he will learn about the gross stuff.
âOh, well, when youâre pregnant you get sort of this...lump of...gacky stuff and blood. You donât have periods when youâre pregnant usually, so it kind of protects everything from infection getting in and stuff like that.â
Eddie takes a deep breath and lets it out, blowing up his bangs, and makes himself eat his dinner normally, âfair enough, but that means youâre...kindaâ close?â
âWell, kindaâ. Robinâs spending this morning with her girlfriend and then this afternoon sorting her place out. Sheâll be over later, sheâs moving in until the pups a week old or so, just make sure Iâm okay.â
âSheâs...a really good friend, right?â It warms Eddie to know Steve has someone like that in his life.
âYeah...sheâs been there with me through everything. Every appointment, all the classes, everything. Even when I decided I wanted to do this it was...it was right after yet another crappy breakup, you know. She could have said all the sensible things about maybe it's not the right time yet, or that I should...think about it. You know, all that things that would have been totally reasonable for her to say but I'd just...Iâd just had enough of waiting and she said sheâd support me whatever, and that was that. Sheâs the best.â
Steve shifts again, putting down his cutlery to try and stretch his back out, hissing with pain, âyou sure youâre okay?â Eddie asks, concerned.
âYeah, fine I think,â Steve bends forward then, gripping the edge of the table and breathing out harshly through his nose, âoh that felt weird.â
Eddieâs up and coming around the table before he can stop himself, hovering his hands, not sure if itâs okay to touch, âSteve?â
âI...oh. Oh gosh Iâm so sorry Eddie,â Steve stands cautiously revealing a very clear wet patch on the seat.
âI...thatâs fine,â Eddie squeaks out, âare you...is this. Is thatâŚ?â
âYeah, pretty sure my water just broke. And I really wanted that chicken parm,â Steve sighs.
âI can make it again,â Eddie says reflexively, âkind of feel like thereâs bigger things to think about what should- like can I help? What do we do?â
Eddie finds himself, very strangely, not panicking. Like, well, maybe a little, but not an uncontrollable amount. Which now heâs here thatâs a really nice surprise.
âIâll just call Robbie, and then will you walk me home?â
And Eddie had maybe had inappropriate thoughts about walking Steve home so he could steal a kiss, not whatever this is. But. Still. âOf course.â
Steve smiles at him with his phone next to his ear, âitâs go time Birdie. Oh, what was I supposed to say? Code red? The eagle is...leaving? I canât remember, you couldnât make your mind up about the-â Steve hisses, bending to lean on the table, âyep, yep, see you soon.â
Steve hangs up, telling Eddie sheâs on her way as they walk down the hall, dinner abandoned on the table. Steve chooses to stand, walking little laps back and forth along the back of the couch, âis there anything I can do?â
âMy bag and car seat are in the nursery, if you donât mind grabbing those?â Eddie does, putting Steveâs things right by the door, âoh, and a towel, from the bathroom? I donât want to make a mess in Robâs car.â
âSure thing,â Eddie grabs a bath towel from there, and puts it on top, just as Steveâs phone starts ringing.
Eddie can practically feel it when Steve tenses up, his scent turning bitter with distress. Despite whatâs going on, Steveâs scent hadnât changed at all until now, âyour car wonât start?â
He sounds terrified.
âI. Yeah. Okay. I can wait Iâll- okay.â
âOkay?â Steve shakes his head, eyes suddenly wet, he looks like heâs biting back tears and Eddie canât stop himself from going to him.
âSheâs got to wait for Chrissy to get to her place and pick her up, then theyâll come over,â Eddie has to make this better. He has to.
âOkay, how about this, me and you go now, Iâll take you, and they can meet you there? Thatâll make it faster right?â
âI mean, Iâm not...I mean labor can take hours and hours, Iâm being silly I just- Eddie Iâm a bit scared. She was supposed to be here, itâs a bit too soon.â
They end up holding hands, which Eddieâs kind of thrilled about even if Steve is squeezing the life out of him, âwould you feel better if you were waiting at the hospital?â
Steve bites his lip, clearly torn, âare you sure you donât mind?â
âIâll get my keys.â
Part Four
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watch and learn (part seven)
pairing fratboy! rafe cameron x female reader
rating explicit 18+
content warning drug and alcohol use
summary it takes one conversation with your college dorm neighbor to know you wonât get along. rafe is loud, rude, and short-tempered. after he overhears you talking about a disappointing fling, he loses his confidence in his sexual abilities and suggests you start hooking up to both improve your skills in the bedroom. you canât stand him, but itâs too good of an offer to turn down.
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The next morning, you sleep in, recovering from the party. Your head is still foggy as you scroll through your phone in bed, thinking about last night.
You spent a lot of time with Blake. He was nice and charming and all you did was talk and share innocent touches. Heâs nothing but green flags.
Yet your mind kept reminding you of Rafe. And it kept replaying the sight of him kissing another girl.
Something between you two shifted the other day, when you dropped by after his dadâs visit. You agreed that you were friends. And then did something that friends definitely donât do.
Then, of course, he took a few days to be a jerk. But last night, he mustered up a sorry for you, flirting with you again.
Itâs almost like heâs leaving breadcrumbs, making you think he has feelings, with the possessiveness and the compliments and the looks he gives you. But time and time and time again, Rafe proves to you that heâs a douchebag whoâs not looking for anything more than sex.
And neither are you, you remind yourself. Not with Rafe. He would break your heart if given the chance. And youâre not giving him the chance.
You see a text from Rafe from a couple of hours ago: you up?
You reply: i am now.
You open Instagram to see that Blake posted a story a few minutes ago. Itâs a photo of a sign on the side of a building. Heâs at a paintball range with his frat brothers. It must be another bonding event.
The text on the photo reads: letâs goooo red team.
You reply to the story: putting all my money on the red team.
He responds: Iâll win for you :)
Rafe has never played paintball before, but it couldnât have come at a better time. His gun is loaded with blue pellets and he has Blake in his sights before the starting bell even rings.
This will be the best way to release his anger over the fact that heâs losing you. Well, other than getting naked with you and fucking until he canât think straight. But you werenât answering your phone this morning. So, thisâll do.
The field is vast under the cloudy sky, cluttered full of obstacles and barriers and embankments. When the game starts, Rafe has one goal and one goal only.
He hates how you were smiling at Blake last night. He hates how you touched his shoulder. How you laughed. How close you were.
Mere minutes into the game, heâs behind a colorfully splattered wall and finally finds Blake in his crosshairs. His finger presses down on the trigger over and over and over again, each pop loud and echoing, coating the front of Blakeâs vest with bright blue drops of paint.
âJesus, Rafe, I think you got him, man!â one of his teammates shouts with a laugh.
Even though one of his buddies on the red team nails Rafe in his arm a couple of times near the end of the round, the game ends in a blue team victory.
As the boys make their way back into the building, Blake shoves Rafeâs shoulder.
âThe fuck was that, Cameron?â Blake asks, pointing to his vest, sheathed in blue. His smile is wide, but his tone is sharp. Heâs trying to hide it, but he seems actually pissed off. Good.
âMy bad, man,â Rafe half-chuckles, lifting his helmet off his head. âGot lost in the game. I love to win.â
The high from winning this stupid game is so intensely gratifying that Rafe wants to keep beating Blake in everything. Including in getting your attention.
When Rafe checks his phone as they leave the range, he sees you finally responded. Heâs craving you now, but heâll see you in a few hours at tonightâs party. And he wants Blake to see you with him.
He was stupid to think he could stay away from you. Heâs going to see you as many times as you let him before your touches with Blake have more meaning behind them.
The âanything but clothesâ party is slated to start at the Sigma Chi house in a few minutes. You and Liv decide to show up right on time to hang out with the guys and drink before the liquor runs out.
You made a stop at a party store off-campus to buy rolls of caution tape together, deciding to wrap the bright yellow nylon into haphazard tube tops and mini skirts, stuck together with clear packing tape. Youâre careful so that the sticky tape is only on the caution tape, not directly touching any skin at all.
When you enter the house, you follow the noise in the kitchen. A group of frat boys are in the dining room, setting up the keg and putting out cups.
Blake and Rafe are standing with four other guys, talking as they set up.
Rafe shouldâve put more effort into what he wore. He has a towel around his hips and when you walk in wearing next to nothing, he regrets it immediately. A boner would be way too fucking obvious.
Blake greets you with a side-hug and Rafe cracks his knuckles under the table.
âHey, how was paintball?â you ask. âDid you win?â
âLost and Iâm wounded.â Blakeâs wearing a plastic bag over his chest and another around his hips. He puts his hand over his sternum, the bag crinkling beneath his fingers.
âWhat the hell happened?â you laugh, placing your hand on his. He pretends to wince in pain when you touch him, making you laugh again. The sight makes Rafe scowl.
âRafe went all Scarface on him,â Sam says. You look to Rafe, and at the same time, glass shatters in the kitchen behind you.
âShit!â a guy shouts.
âSo glad tomorrowâs thing is outside,â Blake mumbles. âThis place is a mess and itâs only gonna get worse.â
âWhatâs tomorrow?â you ask.
âFamily day,â Sam says. âWeâre having a barbecue.â
âDo you guys have something going on every weekend?â Liv asks.
âPretty much,â Blake in a bragging tone.
âAnd when do you study?â you say.
âDuring the week, fun police,â Blake mumbles with a playful smile. You hate the label and think back to a conversation you had with him over text about nicknames.
âDonât call me that, babe,â you respond. Blake told you before that he loathes being called babe.
Rafe doesnât know youâre saying it ironically. And heâs trying not to lose his mind. He looks down at his beer and takes another sip.
A moment passes and he doesnât notice that Blake is trying to get his attention until he realizes seven pairs of eyes are on him.
âWhat?â Rafe asks.
âWho are you bringing tomorrow?â Blake repeats.
âIâm not coming.â Rafe canât imagine even mentioning the event to anyone in his family.
âWhat? Why not?â Blake says. âI need to meet who raised you to be so fucking competitive.â
Rafe looks away the same way he did when you confronted his dad for yelling at him. Itâs not exactly annoyance in his expression, like youâre used to seeing. Itâs discomfort. Embarrassment.
You donât want anyone to grill him. Not about his family. You can still hear the way his father snapped at him, asked what he was crying for.
âSounds like youâre just mad that youâre such an easy target,â you say to Blake, primarily to take everyoneâs eyes off of Rafe.
You earn a few jeers, heads turning back in your direction. Rafeâs eyes find yours and you glance at him to see a softened expression, the hard lines in his face suddenly gone.
âIâd like to see you try to play paintball,â Blake says.
âYeah, youâre really selling it,â you respond sarcastically, snapping your gaze back to meet his.
âWhat other events do you guys have planned?â Liv asks.
As Blake goes into the schedule for the rest of the year - including a community service drive, a Sadie Hawkins formal, and a camping trip - Rafe canât keep his eyes off of you.
He canât forget how you stood up to his father, a total stranger, and told him to calm down. He canât forget how happy your silly little gift made him.
Maybe you were just flirting with Blake, but he wonders if you purposely took the attention off of him, knowing what you know about his family.
You two are friends that have great sex, he knows that, but heâs staring at you like youâre more. You can be irritating and a tight-ass, but youâre kind and thoughtful, too.
Rafe looks away. These thoughts make him uneasy all over. Heâs not a feelings kind of guy. And Blake is so obviously your type and Rafe is nothing like him.
Heâs not stupid. Anything more than sex between you two would be ridiculous.
The house fills up with partygoers quickly, air thickening, music loud and conversations even louder.
Later on in the night, Rafeâs buzzed and standing by the keg, watching you dance with your friend. The way you roll your hips reminds him of how you move when youâre on top of him and he needs to force himself to look away before he gets hard. Again.
Eventually, he notices you head towards the back of the house alone and he takes the opportunity to talk to you.
When you leave the bathroom and head down the dark hallway back towards the party, you notice Rafe leaning by the wall, a beer bottle in his hand. Thereâs only a handful of people around, engaging in quiet, private conversation as the music throbs around you.
âHey,â he says. He wishes he thought of something more clever to say, but heâs pretty close to being drunk.
Itâs kind of sweet that heâs waiting here for you. But then you remind yourself heâs just horny.
âHey,â you say, eyes flitting down his athletic body and to the navy blue towel sitting at his hips. âPretty lazy of you to use a towel.â
âNah, itâs smart,â he quips. âThat tape is perfect for you.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â you say.
âYou can read, canât you?â Rafe simply says, his hand ghosting over the bold CAUTION on your chest. You look down at the way his long fingers just barely brush over your breasts, imagining the way they were massaging you earlier this week.
The reminder sends a swirl of warm passion in your core. You want him again. And again. And again.
âAre you trying to say Iâm dangerous? Iâm not the one attacking people during an innocent game of paintball.â
âI got hit, too, okay?â Rafe complains. He brings his right arm forward, showing you his flexed bicep.
âI donât see anything,â you laugh.
âThese red marks are turning into bruises,â he says, pointing to his skin. âIâll need you to take care of me.â
âI think youâre just being a fuckboy,â you respond.
Rafeâs smirk is playful and inviting and you realize youâre only inches away from each other, eyes connected and smiles mirrored.
You want to see him naked again. Neither of you had any pointers last time you hooked up, but that doesnât mean youâre done learning, right?
âIâve never gotten a âyou up?â text at ten in the morning,â you say. Admittedly, you were a little dejected that he didnât reply to your message earlier today.
âYou woke up late,â Rafe says, eyebrows quirking up for a second. âWhenâd you even get home?â
In reality, he wants to know if you were with Blake. He didnât see you at last nightâs party after he made out with a girl just to unsuccessfully make you jealous. Maybe you messed around with Blake and stayed up late with him.
âI donât remember,â you admit with a defeated laugh. âI think I need to cool it on the partying. You frat boys never stop. I canât believe how many things you guys have going on.â
Rafe breathes a sardonic chuckle, looking down, and youâre immediately reminded of tomorrowâs event.
Just like that, the air between you shifts. Youâre both thinking of the same thing. Youâre painfully aware of it.
Silence settles between you and you nervously scratch your arm.
âI wouldnât want to bring him, either,â you finally say. Rafeâs eyes meet yours. He instantly knows youâre talking about his father.
Now heâs sure you werenât just carrying on conversation with Blake earlier. You purposely took the attention off of him. Because youâre friends. Friends help each other.
âYeah,â is all Rafe can say.
âDid youâŚâ you say softly. âDo you not have anyone else youâd want to come?â
Rafe thinks of his life back home. His father, who never shies away from expressing his disappointment. His step-mother, who he has no relationship with. Sarah, whoâs the clear favorite. Wheezie, who Rafe actually likes and sort of misses, but wouldnât be able to visit on her own.
âNo,â he admits. âItâs⌠I donât have that kind of family.â
âMust be why youâre into this whole frat thing,â you say. You canât stop yourself from trying to understand his complexities.
Rafe didnât think about it that way. But the sense of camaraderie he has with his frat brothers, except for one in particular, does give him a sense of belonging heâs been chasing forever. He didnât even realize it until you said it.
But thatâs what you do. You make him think and feel things he hasnât before and itâs so uncomfortable and exciting at the same time.
âYouâreâŚâ Rafe tugs at his earlobe. âYouâre a really nice person.â
âWhat?â You laugh in disbelief. Is he being sweet to you outside of the bedroom?
âYou did that on purpose, didnât you?â he says. âWhen he asked me why Iâm not going tomorrow, you changed the subject.â
He canât say Blakeâs name.
âGuilty,â you say. You settle into eye contact thatâs unlike anything you two have shared before. Rafe huffs, wanting to force away the tension sitting in his chest.
âI think youâre into this whole frat thing, too, by the way,â he says. He leans even closer to you, blue eyes focused on your lips.
âNot at all,â you joke, shaking your head. âI hate you guys.â
âReally,â Rafe mutters, his tone low. âEven me?â
âEspecially you.â
âYou donât remember what you said last time we fucked? When I asked if I could put it in?â
Your skin burns as you think back to the way he asked you if you were ready before burying into you.
âYou must be thinking about another girl,â you say. He wonât even entertain the thought.
âYou said please,â he rasps.
âWell, at least I have manners,â you reply, looking him in the eye as anticipation curls in your stomach, refusing to shy away.
âYou gonna beg me for it again?â
âI did not beg,â you respond.
You want to tease him even more, tell him you thought you were experts now, so whatâs the point of hooking up anymore? But you donât need it to be instructional to have sex with him. He doesnât seem to need it, either.
âDonât tell me youâre still shy about liking it.â His smirk is taunting. This cracks you, a smile spreading on your face again, your eyes trailing down his bare chest.
âMaybe,â you tease. Itâs a lie. Youâre not shy at all anymore. The sense of shame you felt around sex before is gone. At least with Rafe, it has.
âHow can you be shy when youâre wearing that?â Rafe asks. âShowing fucking everything.â
âYouâre one to talk,â you say, nose crinkling. The way you cock your head as you gaze at his body, your lashes fluttering as you blink, makes his gut warm and his groin tighten. Wow. He really doesnât even need to touch you to get hard.
âAnd donât act like you donât like my outfit,â you say, meeting his eyes again. You shock yourself with your forwardness. He looks pleasantly surprised, too.
You hear your name being shouted. Liv rushes towards you, hands pressed over her chest.
âMy tape broke,â she laughs. âI almost flashed everyone.â
âReally?â you gasp. Rafe is annoyed that you got interrupted, but he finds that he really likes what caring for somebody looks like on you. Your eyes deepen. Your brows lower. Your guard is down. Youâre stunning.
âWe shouldâve brought extra tape,â Liv says.
âWe can borrow a shirt,â you suggest. âLetâs find Blake.â
Rafe is seething. Blake. Of fucking course.
You offer Rafe a tight smile before taking your friendâs hand and walking in front of her to shield her.
When you find Blake, he leads you and Liv upstairs to his room, scrambling through his dresser to find a shirt for Liv.
âIâm not gonna get kicked out for wearing clothes, am I? Itâs against the rules,â Liv says.
âNo, only âcause youâre friends with fun police over here,â Blake replies, smiling over his shoulder as he hands a black shirt to Liv. âSpecial privileges.â
âI told you not to call me that,â you say with a laugh. Liv pulls the shirt over her head.
âThanks!â she calls as she walks out of the room, a grin on her face. You know sheâs purposely leaving you alone with Blake.
You meet Blakeâs eyes, standing in the middle of his quiet, private room.
âStudy fortâs gone,â you notice, looking down at his bare floor.
âOh. Yeah,â he says stiffly. Itâs awkward between you and youâre not sure why. âYou lookâŚâ
Blake doesnât finish his sentence. You knew he was a bit on the shy side, but heâs actually nervous.
You would normally find it endearing. But because of the intoxicating way Rafe was talking to you downstairs, how heâs so unafraid of telling you how attracted he is to you, you feel tense around Blake for the first time.
Still, intrigue coarses through you. You like him. You want him to flirt with you and to touch you and to finally kiss you. But heâs still.
Rafe spots your friend in the crowd with a t-shirt on. And youâre not next to her. He pushes through people to stand beside Liv and ask her where you are.
âUpstairs with Blake,â Liv simply responds. Rafe glances up the staircase, lips twisting as he nods. He stalks away, storming through the house with no real idea of where to go.
He paces around for a few minutes. He wants to rush upstairs and hurt Blake. Badly. Without a paintball gun this time. The thought of you being up there in his room, of his hands on you, of him on top of you⌠Itâs too much. Heâs grinding his teeth so hard that it hurts.
Rafe has had enough. He heads back towards the front of the house, not sure what the hell heâll do if he walks in on Blake on top of you, but before he can go upstairs, he sees you in the crowd, chatting with your friend.
âI left you alone up there for a reason,â Liv says quietly when you approach her.
âOh, Iâm aware,â you laugh. âBut the vibe was weird, so I left. I think we were both nervous.â
After Blake couldnât finish his sentence, you thanked him for helping your friend and split.
âDo you not like him?â Liv asks.
You do. But you think you like someone else, too. And itâs terrifying.
Rafe weaves through the crowds, approaching you, his fingers gently wrapping around your wrist. You watch him duck to speak into your ear.
âLeave with me,â he says so only you can hear him over the music. You look at Liv, who has a sly, knowing expression on her face.
âI canât abandon my friend just to hook up with you,â you say to him. A painful pang of rejection twists inside him.
âBut do you want to?â Rafe asks. He needs to be sure. What if your next words are that youâre with Blake now?
Your pulse is racing. The promise of another night with Rafe is electrifying.
âYes,â you admit. He smiles to himself, pulling back to look at Liv.
âYou gonna be okay if she leaves?â Rafe says, tilting his head towards you.
âOf course, if she wants to,â Liv replies with an amused laugh.
Rafe pulls you towards him, out of the crowd. And for once, heâs actually glad to see Blake, whoâs standing by the keg with a few friends.
He wraps his arm around your waist, mumbling to you that heâs going to rip that stupid tape off of you, as he glares at Blake, whoâs staring at you two with a disconcerted grimace.
He leads you out of the rowdy house, grip tight on you as if he could lose you again.
The second youâre in Rafeâs dorm room, his hands are on your ass, fingers dipping under the tape. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, kissing him heatedly as you stand by his bed.
You can smell his cologne and his shampoo as his tongue runs over yours.
âYou know everyone was looking at you tonight, right?â he says between kisses.
âNo,â you scoff. While heâs helped you gain some confidence, you canât imagine thinking of yourself as the most desired girl in a room.
âI told you not to do that,â he says against your lips. You feel the nylon around your ass lift off your skin as he tugs it away, pulling apart the material, tape unsticking.
âDo what?â you mutter. He grips your ass, feeling the fabric of your underwear on his palms. You lower a hand to undo the knot keeping up the towel on him.
âYou pretend like youâre not beautiful and it pisses me off,â he says. Beautiful. He said hot before. But not beautiful. He never used that word with you. âHow hard do I have to fuck you for you to get it?â
âRafe,â you gasp with a giggle.
âHow hard?â he asks. âUntil you canât talk?â
His towel drops and he kisses your neck, tugging at the tape bound around your chest. You shift to wrap your hand around his length over his boxers, aching for the feeling of him inside of you.
Rafe loves that you touch him like this now, without any hesitation. He rips the tape off of your chest, his fingers burning.
While you wore panties just in case, youâre glad you went without a bra simply because of the way Rafe breathes when he looks down to see your bare chest.
He fondles your tits with eager, rough movements, squeezing as he clenches his jaw.
âEvery guy was staring at you, but only I get to do this.â His lips are against your neck, breath hot.
You tense for a second. He shouldnât say shit like this. His words are possessive and tender and way too fucking heavy.
But you push yourself out of your head, focusing on how you feel physically, forgetting the emotions that have slowly been tacking themselves onto you like the crumpled tape on the floor.
You dip your hand into his boxers, wrapping your hand around his girth. Rafe inhales sharply, squeezing his eyes shut as you stroke him slowly. You drag your hand to his tip, feeling the warm precum and spreading it with your thumb.
âFuck,â he groans.
âYou like that?â you whisper with a smile. Itâs exciting talking like this. You were always quiet when hooking up with a guy, but Rafe has pushed you completely out of your shell.
âGet on my bed,â he says gruffly, pressing your hips back. You lie down, watching his cock spring out of his boxers when he tugs them off.
Rafe almost asks to skip the condom, but it feels too intimate. Too serious. And heâs sure youâd say no.
You pull your panties off as he rolls on the latex and gets on his knees, sinking onto the mattress, hands gripping your ankles. He shifts and rests your ankles on his broad shoulders, his hands skimming down your legs.
He drags a thumb over your wet clit, gazing down at you with yearning as he spreads your slick arousal over you. You moan at the sensation, realizing just how sensitive you are from how long itâs been and how much you missed him.
âYouâre fucking soaked,â Rafe rasps. âWho got you like this, baby?â
âYou did,â you reply. The words coming out of your mouth are so fucking soothing. He canât think about anyone else doing this to you. Only him.
Rafe pulls his hand off of you to grip your thigh and holds his cock at its base with his other hand, tapping it over your middle. You look at him, eyes meeting in an exquisite, mutual longing.
âSay please,â he teases.
âYou say please,â you reply, smirking. Rafe shakes his head in disbelief and awe and desire, his hair falling over his forehead.
He canât wait. He guides himself into you, slipping in so easily, feeling just how drenched and tight and warm you are. He groans as you take him in with a deep breath, tilting to feel the curve of his cock.
âThatâs so fucking nice,â he whispers, watching himself push into you. âYour pussy is so fucking nice.â
His fingers dig into your thigh as he pulls back and pushes in again. You throw your head back as he shoves himself into you, filling you completely, the pressure hard and incredible.
Rafeâs thumb is on your clit again, rubbing in circles as he thrusts, making you tremble. Your mouth is agape, your hands above your head as he pleasures you.
Itâs such a phenomenal view to him. Pleasure written on your face, your tits bouncing, your chest heaving, your body jolting.
You feel your stomach tighten, the rising sensation making you moan. Rafe starts to go harder, rubbing faster, a smile curling on his lips as he watches you.
âIâŚâ you breathe. âFuck, IâŚâ
âCanât talk?â he rasps, amused. You bite your bottom lip and moan a giggle, willing yourself to look at him before he has to tell you to.
His gaze is piercing into you as you feel yourself dissolve into ecstasy, your body going numb before it heats with the most amazing feeling youâve ever had.
Rafe feels you clenching around his cock and he leans over to get as deep into you as possible, your legs bending as his shoulders push you forward.
After you come down from your orgasm, he places his hand on your cheek, dipping his thumb into your mouth.
You stare at him as he drives into you and you wrap your lips around his thumb, tasting yourself. Rafe might just go crazy. You take him so much better than heâs ever had before.
He tightens and you watch the euphoria wash over his face, his brows furrowing and his lips parting. You love that you can do this to him, that a man so commanding and dominant and brash crumbles like this when heâs inside you.
He cums in hard pulses, hips bucking with every jerk, seeing stars. When he slowly pulls out, you close your eyes, sighing in pleasure.
Your palms rest over your eyes, feeling high off the feeling as you feel him shift off the mattress. When you catch your breath, you open your eyes to see Rafe offering you a towel.
âYou have fun?â he asks. You can tell heâs trying to do the whole aftercare thing, but because itâs not genuine, youâd rather not play along.
Itâs clear he wants you to leave with the way heâs holding out the towel, surely wishing youâd cover up and go. Youâre not surprised. You sit up, taking the towel and wrapping it around your body.
âC-minus,â you say.
âWhat?â
âKidding,â you laugh. You stand to leave and decide to let him deal with the mess of caution tape on his floor, desperate to be alone so you can pull yourself together.
You go so suddenly that Rafe watches his door shut with confusion. He thought youâd wipe yourself down with the towel he gave you, maybe sit a while with him.
He oddly wanted you to stay a little bit. He liked joking around with you earlier tonight. It was fun.
But you were so eager to go. Probably because Rafe is the kind of guy you fuck and forget, and Blake is the kind of guy you make love to and stick around for.
He knows that heâs in a competition heâll eventually lose because he canât offer you a relationship. You said yourself heâd be the worst boyfriend ever the night he told you not to cuddle him.
But heâll happily take these nights with you for as long as possible. And heâll keep fighting for as many as he can.
When you make it to your dorm, you sit on your bed, breathless. Just when you think the sex canât get any better with Rafe, it does.
He almost disappointed you with his lack of emotion afterwards, but youâre glad you didnât give him the power to. Heâll always let you down in that department. As long as you keep any feelings for him at bay, you know youâll be fine.
After you feel a bit calmer, you check your phone to see five texts.
Liv: didnât get a chance to tell you but rafe is down BAD for you
Liv: when i told him you were upstairs with blake he looked like he was about to kill someone
Liv: hope you have fun lol :)
Liv: i sure am⌠i made out with sam after you left⌠oops
Then you see a block of text in the next notification.
Blake: Gotta be honest. I wanted to kiss you when we were in my room but you make me really nervous haha. Can I take you on a date? A real one. Not just a study date lol. All good if youâre not into it. Let me know.
(part eight)
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hey gorjous im just curious will you ever write for aventurine?by the way loveeee your works
rose-tinted glasses & the scent of you â aventurine
summary. youâre offered a chance to win close to a million credits. only issue is, you suck at poker. luckily, some blond man with the prettiest eyes youâve ever seen comes to your aid.
notes. who is aventurine and no i will never write for him. it is 3:30am and i am now going to sleep goodnight!!!!
warnings. the dude your playing poker with is an asshole and says some strange things, i guess a bit of power imbalance, gn reader but referred to as âbeautifulâ or âgorgeous,â light cussing, i donât know how to play poker and i fight the gods trying to write aventurine.
âSo⌠tell me⌠what made you think you could win?âÂ
The older man stares you down with those awful brown eyes. They flicker even darker than black itself in the low lights of the VIP room heâs dragged you into.Â
You glance up from your deck of cards. Your fingers are trembling. You swallow and tell the man, âI never even agreed to play this game with you.âÂ
The man leans back in his chair. He merely rolls his eyes. The woman over his shoulderâand sheâs a gorgeous woman. She looks much too young for himâgiggles at his antics. She looks more like a prize than anything.Â
Your eyes snap to the manâs again. âAnd I donât want to be your arm candy.âÂ
âOh, but thatâs what you were made for.â The man yawns as if he could be doing anything else with his time. And he could have; he was rich. Filthy rich. He paid for women, cars, and every high end restaurant in this district that was under his name one way or another. All his. He could have been off on his yacht somewhere in the ocean for all you cared, sipping a nice martini.Â
But, no.Â
Heâs here. And he wants you.Â
Some lowly office worker. You knew the gut feeling when you stepped into this casino, and you had ignored it. Now, you were kicking yourself repeatedly for it.
âPlay.â
You almost consider throwing your cards down onto the table and storming out, but the room is closed off by two big burly men standing on either side of it.
And if you give up, he wins.
But heâs already winning, anyway.Â
âPlay the game,â he repeats, this time firmer.Â
âIâm folding,â you said with just as much vitriol. You drop your cards onto the green velvet and swallow your pride.Â
The man hums with triumph, drops his deckâof course, a royal flush glimmers back at you on his pristine customised playing cardsâand collects the chips in the middle of the table.Â
âThatâs another round for me,â the man whispers across the table. âAnother drink?âÂ
You shake your head. The thought of him making you down even more liquor with him made you feel sick. âCan I leave?âÂ
ââLeave?â Itâs only round four.â The dealer takes the cards silently. Another woman. Her name badge reads âJewel,â though youâre sure thatâs not her real name. âYou said it was best of five.âÂ
You look down at your hands.
Theyâre still trembling.Â
âThis isnât fair.â You try not to tear up, but your voice shakes, and itâs difficult to mask. Your hands continue to quake and your legs canât remain still. You were sure he could feel the floor vibrating with how you bounced in your seat. âI canât even play with these cardsââÂ
âI hope youâre not suggesting Iâm taking advantage of you, beautiful.âÂ
Your face screws up at that.Â
Heâs not cheating. How can he possibly cheat? You had elected the dealer yourself, per his request, and had been watching him like a hawk for the better half of an hour.Â
Your hands were awful every time. Not even a simple pair. Just random useless low valued cards thrown together, while the man opposite you seemed to have an endless amount of tricks up his sleeve.Â
Poker was luck based. Mostly. There was skill and strategy, but it was like detective work. Youâre no professional, but the dealer has no idea what they draw for each player, and the chances of you being drawn a horrible hand twice in a row now was creeping up on you.
Itâs all guesswork and mind games. Being a sleaze is this dudeâs lifestyle. You work in an office answering phone calls all day.
You glance at the dealer again. Sheâs still shuffling the cards by hand, and sheâs not looking at them either. Thereâs no possible way she could know what she is handing out.Â
You sigh shakily. âNo.âÂ
The man leans back in his chair.Â
Then, he glances up when the door opens behind you. The woman over his arm gets up and leaves.Â
At first you presume the man has called in another woman by the way his eyes light up.
His grin is wicked. âMister Aventurine, you son of a bitch.â
He gestures to you and says, âyouâre in luck. Maybe thisâll be your turn around. Youâre going to need it.â The man leans back in his chair, suddenly smug.
You feel a hand brush along the back of your shoulder.
Thereâs a strong scent of clove oil and chestnut as the newcomer, Mister Aventurine, glides past your chair and over to the manâs shoulder.Â
You notice flicks of water on his coat.
âEvening, Keres.â His voice is just as smooth. âItâs raining hard out there.âÂ
âIs it? I ainât been out since this morninâ.â
When you take a proper look at him, heâs wearing clothing more expensive than all of your bills combined. That was real fur around his collar; you could tell from the organic coarseness of it, and the way the pattern was inconsistent and natural. The watch around his wrist was most definitely real gold with an emerald green face.Â
And hair is perfect, laid down flat, but with pieces fluffed out intentionally. Everything is done with purpose. He carries an air of confidence to him, and it only falters for a moment when he adjusts the black gloves on his hands.Â
Heâs wearing rose-coloured glasses.
âHarassing the locals again?â Mister Aventurine asks playfully.Â
Heâs talking about you.
You bristle in your seat.
âHardly.â The man, whom you now know as Keres, leans over the table with an arm on the velvet. âThis oneâs gotten a little too excited at the prize money.âÂ
âAnd how much is that?â Mister Aventurine finishes fixing his gloves before he stands up straight.Â
âA good seven-hundred and fifty thousand. Enough to pay the bills for the year and get yourself something nice, right sweetheart?â He raises a silver credit card he pulls from his pocket and waves it side to side. âAll right here on this shiny, pretty card.â
You feel like a fish staring down a hook with worm bait stuck to the end.
Heâs speaking to you again, but the question remains unanswered. Keres raises an eyebrowâand you would have considered him handsome if didnât make you feel nauseous every time he spoke to youâand waits.
You say nothing.Â
Mister Aventurine is looking at you now.
You feel as though youâre being hypnotised. Though the colour of his eyes are left muffled by the rosy tint he wears over them, theyâre so bright. Thereâs two colours you can barely decipher: some sort of light green and a deep purple.
And theyâre beautiful.Â
âI take it youâre winning?âÂ
Keres picks up his deck of cards for the dealer as she lays them out on the table.
You swallow as she deals out your hand next. You donât even want to flip the cards. You already know itâs over.
By some miracle, you have to win this round.
Keres had gone easy on you the first round, calling your bluff and being wrong, since you told him you werenât sure how to play, and he felt only the slightest bit bad he roped you into the game in the first place.
Now, he didnât care.Â
ââCourse Iâm winninâ.âÂ
Your teeth grit behind your lips.
Dickhead.
You swallow and peek at your cards.Â
Huh. Theyâre actually not so bad this time around. Your hands had been awful for the last hour.Â
Mister Aventurine is still looking at you.
You try not to return his gaze. You keep your eyes glued to the table.Â
Mister Aventurine hums curiously.
You can still smell his perfume, and the delicious bottom note of vanilla musk, even as he stands on the other side of the playing table. If you werenât in the position you were in, you would have asked him what he was wearing.Â
He clears his throat.Â
You glance up at him.
Then, he nods subtly at you, seemingly pleased. âGreat hand, Keres, donât you think?âÂ
âThe secret to winning is to remain humble, Mister Aventurine,â Keres reminds him.Â
You almost scoff.Â
Mister Aventurineâs lips tick up into a grin. âIs that so?âÂ
Then, he tilts his head slightly towards you. Itâs not enough to look awkward or out of place, but itâs just enough for you to notice the very small, and nervous tick of one of his gloved fingers by his sides.Â
Heâs still staring at you.Â
And there, slightly warped from his curved lenses, is a rosy and mirrored reflection of the manâs cards.Â
For a moment, you look away, glancing at the security guards situated behind you standing in front of the door. Though you still could never make a run for it because both of them were triple your size, one of them was tapping away on his phone, and the other was leaning against the wall and staring off into space.Â
You turn back around.Â
Mister Aventurine merely raises a brow.Â
Keres notices that. âTaking an interest in my opponent, Aventurine?â
Aventurine does not move to address the man, too afraid he wonât garner the correct angle on his glasses again, but his eyes do flit in his direction. âMaybe.â
âDonât use that charm just yet, sir. Iâve got a game to win.âÂ
âOf course.â Itâs a mere send off of his tone, as if heâs just carelessly thrown the words in to keep the man satisfied.Â
Heâs doing this on purpose.Â
You glance down at your cards again.Â
Keresâ hand is good. Itâs not amazing, but itâs good. Itâs almost an even match, though the game is tilted slightly in his favour.Â
But, he doesnât know your cards.Â
Neither does Aventurine. You think. Unless those freaky eyes grant him a sixth sense, and he can see through the card backs like an x-ray. That wouldnât surprise you in the slightest.Â
You exhale as steadily as you can, trying to slow your racing heart.Â
Then, you whisper, âif this is the final round, Iâm going all in.âÂ
Aventurineâs face does not shift. His lenses flicker in the lights, and for a moment you panic, convinced that the reflection is lost.
It returns a moment later.Â
Keres grins. âAs you wish.â He slides all of his own chips into the centre of the table.Â
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Youâve confused Keres, thatâs for sure. The round has been lasting a lot longer than he liked, and as he grew more and more impatient, he grew sloppier.Â
Youâre not any good at this game. Youâre not a genius strategist, that was for sure, but judging by the slight flinch in Aventurineâs face when Keres slammed his hands on the table, you could tell he was being run around the very table he sat at.Â
Heâd first accused you of cheating halfway through the round, so much so that the security guards were ordered to pat you down for extra cards, and the dealer was escorted out of the room.Â
Then, Aventurine had rested a gloved hand to the manâs shoulder and reminded him, âcalmness is the cradle of power, my friend.âÂ
That barely calmed him down, but it was enough to seat the man again.Â
Now, Aventurine was not showing you his hand anymore, but you didnât need it.Â
âIâm raising,â Keres whispers.Â
Aventurineâs eyes narrow suspiciously at his deck.Â
You swallow.Â
âThen Iâm calling your bluff,â you mumble. You wonât fold. Not here. Not when you know youâve won.Â
Your heart is racing.
Thereâs a small voice in the back of your head telling you that you may have overstepped. You may have grown too big in your own head.Â
Aventurine is staring at you, completely expressionless. Heâs casually leaning against the back of Keresâ chair.Â
Come on. Come on, come onâ
You grip your cards for dear life. Â
Keres drops his cards. âFuck you.âÂ
You sigh in relief and drop your own cards.
You bury your face in your hands and lean against the table on your elbows. You could cry. Oh, you could get on the floor and weep to the Aeons. You could give Aventurine a giant kiss on the lips.Â
Oh, thank the Aeons for blond men.Â
You didnât have to worry about waking up in this manâs bed tomorrow morning.Â
Keres gets up, and as he does, Aventurine adjusts his posture and clears his throat. He says nothing when Keres passes him.Â
Thereâs a nasty whisper of a, âsome lucky charm you are,â before the credit card is thrown into his chest.Â
Keres hits you in the shoulder on his way out. The security guards allow him through first before they both file out. They close the door to the VIP room behind them.Â
You contemplate leaving as well. You just desperately want to go home. Itâs getting late, you think. You had caught a glance of Aventurineâs watch before, and the large hand was ticking towards nine oâclock.Â
âCongratulations.â Itâs warm. Itâs genuine. When you turn, Aventurine is holding out the credit card in front of him. âDonât forget the âshiny, pretty card.ââÂ
Your chest warms, and you feel this is the first time youâve smiled properly in a long time.Â
You move closer to the man. âYouâŚâ You hesitate before the credit card, but Aventurine makes no move to pocket it for himself and leave. âI- I donât know how I can thank you enough for this.âÂ
You take the card and stare at it for a moment.Â
Then, you place it safely in your coat pocket.Â
Aventurine tilts his head, confusion scrawled onto his face as saunters past you easily to hold open the door for you. âThank me for what?â
As he waits, he pulls off those rosy glasses and folds them neatly. He holds onto them.
Oh.Â
His eyes are beautiful. A light blue ring surrounds his slightly slitted pupils. A gorgeous rich royal purple wraps at the edges of his iris, bordered by a thick black ring.Â
You stop for a moment before you step towards the door, looking equally as confused. âThe reflection? With your glasses?âÂ
Aventurine looks down at the said pair in his hands. He then smiles, but it seems more to be polite and to entertain you. âSure.â He shuts the door behind you when he follows you out.Â
You knit your brows together.Â
Then, it wasnât intentional.
Or, heâs just really good at playing dumb.
You canât exactly tell.
His grin spells mischief, however. âWould you like a drink?âÂ
Your eyes flit towards the bar. Itâs always fully stocked, and the bartenders are always lovely, but the idea of liquor in your already churning stomach makes you feel sick. âOh, no. But thank you. Iâm probably just going to go home.âÂ
âOf course. Itâs late.â Aventurine glances down at his watch. âIâd be more than happy to walk you to your car, if youâd like.âÂ
You blink at him, only slightly dazed.Â
You felt as if you had just swallowed three shots of straight vodka.Â
Your legs feel unsteady for a moment, and youâre afraid youâll teeter and fall flat on your face. You can smell his perfume again. Itâs stronger now since heâs standing so close to you.
Itâs almost humiliating how easily he sends blood rushing up your neck.Â
âI donât- uh⌠I donât have a car,â you murmur.Â
Aventurine blinks and takes out his phone. âThen Iâll call you a cab.âÂ
âThanks.â You clear your throat when his lips stretch into a smile again. Embarrassingly, you add, âyou smell so nice.âÂ
He laughs then, and you like the sound. He narrows his eyes playfully. âThank you.âÂ
As if it couldnât get any worse, blondie then offers you his arm. You couldâve melted on the spot into a puddle of goo all over the plush red carpets of the casino.Â
The sound of slot machines, loud chattering, and drinks clacking together in toasts, drowns out the sound of your stuttered breathing and the roar of blood in your ears.Â
Aventurine greets one of the staff members on his way out. His arm linked with yours is gentle, more of a persistent comforting anchor than a leash to drag you around in.
He smells really, really nice.Â
Your face grows hot.
This is so bad.Â
Itâs raining outside. The entrance to the casino is large enough to provide enough relief to city goers seeking shelter from the rain. The press of the heating from inside dissipate as soon as you step through the doors.
Itâs freezing. The wind whips and sounds as though one thousand ghosts float through the air, lost to time.Â
Youâre relieved the exterior roof keeps you mostly dry.Â
You shiver.Â
âTheyâll be a cab for you in five minutes,â Aventurine says softly. He lets go of your arm. You ignore the disappointment you feel in your chest.Â
âThanks.â You cross your arms over your chest to shield yourself from the cold as best you could. âYou donât have to wait out here with me.âÂ
Aventurine looks at you strangely. âWell, itâs not like Iâm doing much else.â He gives you a once over before you hear his clothes shifting.Â
This is so awkward.Â
You feel the foreign tickle of expensive and real fur on your neck.Â
You glance at him suspiciously before your shoulders are swamped in his jacket. Itâs warm, warmer than anything youâve ever worn from the velvety insides and his own body heat, and heavy with luxury.Â
Your heart stops when Aventurine hums, pleased.Â
Your hands shoot to the white fur on the collar to shuck it off and hand it back to him. âIâm fine, reallyââÂ
âOh, please.â He waves you off gently. âYouâre clearly freezing.âÂ
âIâm really okayââÂ
âAnd would you look at that.â Aventurine straightens up and pushes his rosy glasses back onto his nose bridge. âYour cabâs early.âÂ
You shrug off his jacket, careful with the expensive material. âThank you so much, butââ He pushes it back onto your shoulders, following you to the car door. âMister AventurineââÂ
âI insist.â He opens the door for you. âYouâll freeze.âÂ
You canât imagine him standing around in a suit vest and a shirt is warm, either.
You say nothing about it. You practically fall into the back of the cab, shocked.Â
âTake it home.âÂ
ââTake itâââ You shake your head. You feel like youâre dreaming. âI canât take this home. This thing is worth more than the money I just won.âÂ
But itâs warm, and itâs weighted in the most comforting way.
It calms your nerves.Â
âItâs nothing fancy. It was only around one-hundred thousand credits.â Â
âAre you seriousââÂ
âTake it.â And he is serious. You can see your reflection in his glasses. âPlease.âÂ
His eyes are really, really beautiful.Â
You find yourself lost in them for a moment.Â
His back is slightly soaked from the rain. He barely notices it. His hand rests on your knee when you swing your feet into the cab.Â
You nod once, more to reassure yourself than anything. âOkay.â You look up at him. âThank you so much.âÂ
âDonât mention it.â He offers you a gentle wave before he shuts the door and the car drives off.Â
He is cold. Frightfully so as you watch him shiver through the rear view mirror before he steps back into the casino.Â
As the cab moves, you relay your address to the driver and sit back in the seat. You feel like you can finally breathe, but when you do breathe, you only smell chestnut and vanilla, and it blurs and muddies your senses nicely.Â
You bury your icy fingers into the pockets of Aventurineâs coat, sinking into the neckline until the fur tickles your ears.Â
Your fingers come into contact with something smooth and cool, like glass.
You fish it out.Â
Itâs a small perfume bottle. You pull the clear lid off of the tip of it and curiously smell the top. It smells exactly like him, the same perfume thatâs drowned you for the last hour.
You donât think you can get enough of it.Â
You feel only slightly guilty for digging around in this manâs pocketsâand, unsurprisingly, you donât find a walletâbefore you fish out a pair of fancy looking golden dice with light green dots on the faces.Â
The dice, the perfume, and a small card. Not the credit card you won. That one is tucked away safely in your bag.Â
Itâs a business card. His business card. His name, what you recognise as the IPCâs logo, and his phone number are written in gold lettering on the laminated white card.Â
You hum curiously.
Then, you fish out your phone and slowly type his number onto the screen.Â
You: thank u 4 winning 2night for me. & the coat. the coat is nice. x
Sent 9:56pm
Aventurine:Â You found my gifts! :0 Did you like them?
You: maybe. i did like ur vest btw.
Aventurine: You can have it next time ;)
You find yourself smiling. Your fingers tremble with excitement over the keyboard on your screen.
You:Â iâll give u a kiss 4 it :*
Aventurine: Done, deal. Pleasure doing business with you, gorgeous.
You have a feeling your wardrobe will be full of his clothes in the not so distant future.Â
#⌠( love mail. )#⌠( anon. )#⌠( the macrocosmos. )#aventurine x reader#aventurine x you#aventurine hsr
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ace with, "I like my bed, but I'd rather be in yours." đđ¤
HELP ME he's so cringe he'd 100% say something like this
summary: "I like my bed, but I'd rather be in yours" type of post: short fic characters: ace additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, secondhand embarrassment warning, random halloween(??) party for plot reasons, not proofread
Heartslabyul has never turned a guest away from a party.
Ace had become accustomed to it. There's always someone out of place at the table- the purple of a Pomefiore uniform or the green of a Diasomnia, pointed ears or catlike ones, tall, short, students Ace hadn't even seen passing in the halls.
And having a costume unbirthday didn't make recognizing anyone any easier. Why did they agree on this, again?
"What's this one?" he asks, accepting a tart dish from Trey.
The stressed upperclassmen adjusts his glasses. "Raspberry, I think- no, strawberry. I'm losing track,"
"Yeesh," Ace mutters, looking out the window to the grounds. There's more than three times the dorm out there.
"Mondays, amirite?"
Trey just sighs.
Ace carries the dish to one of the many tables set about the gardens.
This one is empty. He looks over his shoulder; Riddle is busy berating another first year for chewing with his mouth open. No one has noticed the fresh tart yet.
He might as well sneak a slice while he still can...
"Ace!"
Sevens. Ace flinches and the slice of tart slips right out of his grip.
Now he's going to have to clean that up, and without anyone noticing, too. Sigh.
"I know it's Halloween, but you shouldn't scare people like that," he says, turning to the source of the noise. "You-"
As soon as he sees you, his thoughts are cut short.
You're just some rando in a corny masquerade getup, but, damn, you're cute.
No way he's never seen you before- no, you've gotta be from another class. He'll have to pester Jack about it later...
"Oh, sorry," you say. The mask you're wearing makes it hard to read your expression, but he assumes you noticed the tart.
Your voice is vaguely familiar, but it's hard to hear with all the background noise, anyway.
Ace puts on his worst best smile. "Nah, it's fine. The vice housewarden is on full-time catering duty. No one will notice. So, you come here often?"
You snort. "Yeah, I guess I do. What's up with you?"
He got a laugh out of you. That's a good sign, right?
Now, time to go in for the kill.
Ace huffs, trying to act nonchalant. "What's up with me? Nothing much, just thinking about how I like my bed, but I'd rather be in yours,"
A long, terrible silence follows.
And then you laugh. And laugh, and laugh. Ace grimaces. It's hard to tell if it's a good laugh or a bad one from your voice alone.
"Hey, what're you two 'doin?" a much smaller voice asks.
Grim is standing between the two of you now, paws on his hips, mouth half-full of cookies from the other table.
"Buzz off, Grim. Can't you see I'm busy?" Ace murmurs.
Then, much to his horror, the mystery student across from him takes off their mask and scoops Grim up like a baby.
He could die right then and there.
"YOU?!"
"Me," you say.
Grim doesn't seem particularly interested in the context, though he is smirking at the dumb look on Ace's face.
"But you- you're-" he stammers, his face almost as red as his hair. "I didn't even- recognize you! How-"
It's hard to get such a reaction out of him, the "lady killer" he is, and he swears he can see a little smugness in your expression.
Ace groans. "You can be a real jerk sometimes, you know,"
You wipe your eyes, sighing merrily. "No, no, don't stop! I want to hear another! Do you want me to put the mask back on?"
"A real jerk!" he repeats, fleeing the scene before he can say something even dumber.
At least Trey will be happy to have another set of hands in the kitchen...
So much for romance. He huffs and takes a tart out of the oven.
Note to self: pick a better line to ask you out with.
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Hot Ghouls in your Area 9
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âGood morning!â
Jason winced and moved the phone a little further from his face. âIs this Doctor Fenton?âÂ
âIt's one of them! What can I do ya for?â Jack Fenton boomed, just as bombastic as his newsletter made him seem. Jason knew, deep in his heart, that Jack Fenton was indeed the one who had selected green neon bold for his headings and borders.Â
Angels wept. Jason scrubbed his palm over his eye. This man had no poetry in his soul. âI, uh, had some questions about a ghost. I've read some of your articles and your most recent published paper on the topic.â
âWe love ghosts!â Fenton bellowed. âAsk away!â
âDo you know a ghost called Phantom?â Jason tried.
â...Sure do,â Jack Fenton said. âWhatcha need?âÂ
Jason cleared his throat. âIt's somewhat complicated,â he said evasively, because he didn't need these people to know he was the Red Hood. Fuck. He should have either gotten his helmet stored away or not given his real name. Phantom knew his face and that his name was Jason. Any information that got around via Phantom might tie his face to his alter ego. If Phantom said he got married to Jason, the Red Hood, that could lead to the end of the Bat family vigilantism.
â...He cause you trouble, sport?â
Jason let out a slight laugh. âYou could say that, though it wasn't really his fault,â he admitted. He cast a paranoid eye out the window to be sure no siblings were creeping on him. âNo, it's really more thatâŚâ Fuck, he should have planned this better. âIs there any information you can give me about how a human could contact him?âÂ
Not that Jason didn't have a phone number for the guy. But it made him very uncomfortable to have any basic knowledge or way to track Phantom down if he decided to leave Jason to whatever was going on.Â
âI could probably do that,â Jack Fenton said slowly, now sounding like an entirely different human being. âSay, you wouldn't be Jeremy, would you?â
Jason blinked. â...How did you know?â He went with. Phantom had contact with a human guy named Jeremy? That might be his in.
âOh, well then, you've definitely got to come over,â Dr. Fenton wheedled. It somehow came across as shifty. âYou'll be wanting a whole primer on how the Ghost Zone works, won't ya?âÂ
âThat would be immensely helpful,â Jason agreed. âBut I'd hate to take up your valuable time.â
âNonsense!â Fenton bellowed. Jason nearly lost his grip on his phone in surprise. âCome over Jeremy, I'm dying to meetcha!âÂ
So, there was a plan. Jason packed for a day trip and dialed up his travel agent.Â
âFuck off,â said Tim. âI'm busy. Christ.âÂ
âI need an airplane ticket and a rental bike to Illinois,â Jason continued. He tossed his mostly full bag on the sofa and went digging for the socks he knew he had washed the other night. âI'm going to go see some nerds about my impromptu adventure the other day.â
Tim groaned. That was the first Jason had given any hint at all about what had happened to him when he'd been âsacrificed.â âWhat nerds?â He asked wearily.Â
Jason grinned into his sock drawer. Gottem. âWhy, do you all know each other?â He asked blithely.Â
âDo you always antagonize people you want favors from?â Tim whined. A keyboard clacked rapidly in the background. âJason, I swear to God, you massive bitch. Cut the crap and communicate, or I'm hanging up.âÂ
Jason frowned at his socks and grabbed a random pair. âYou don't gotta be like that,â he said sulkily. He slammed the socks into his bag with a very unsatisfying silence. âSo, the ritual doohickey sent me to the infinite underworld, I met a guy there actually and we are magically connected because he's who that dumb ritual matched me up to. He doesn't want to be stuck with a human so we are on the same page about breaking this. We started looking for answers and he took me back to Earth since it's not good for humans to be in the green dimension for too long.âÂ
There was silence from the other end of the line for a few seconds. âYou're fucking lying,â Tim said.Â
âOnly by leaving things out.â A bit stung, Jason pulled a hand through his hair and accidentally ruined his good hair day.Â
âWhat are you leaving out?â Tim rejoined swiftly.
Jason laughed at him. âYou think you're getting that kinda information in exchange for plane tickets?â He asked incredulously.Â
âYou are the most annoying person who has ever tried to kill me.â
Ouch. That genuinely stung.
âFuck off.â Jason slammed the drawers shut.Â
âI could guess aliens or supernatural off of what you just said.â Tim ignored Jasonâs very good point. âBased off of your trip to the Gotham U campus and-â
âAre you still stalking me?â Jason cut him off, incredulous. He scoffed. âLittle buddy, you already got my pixie boots, Red Robin costume, and my Dad. What else do you wanna take from me?â
âI think that you were there to assess Daniel Fenton,â Tim ignored him.
Jason was silent for a moment. There was probably no point in pretending that Tim was wrong. âYou already knew about the Fentonâs connection to the supernatural.â He was suddenly tired.
âHis older sister is an intern at Arkham, she stepped out of line to get a chance to talk to Jeremy Waters.â Tim didnât seem to notice that the mood had changed. He was caught up on whatever twenty level plan was whirring away internally.
Jason looked at the wall for a moment, not bothering to think about why that name was familiar. â...and that isâŚ?â
âThe guy who kidnapped you, keep up,â Tim snarked. âHer supervisor guessed what she was hinting at, shut her down, put a note about it in the private server so there was a paper trail if she turns out to be a collaborator.â
ââPrivateâ is a strong word to describe that server.â Jason rubbed at his jawline and hefted his bag out to the bathroom to gather his shaving kit.Â
âMmhm,â Tim said blandly. âI bugged her phone. The signal is absurdly bad, unexplainably bad. She doesnât send a lot of messages, but she had a very suspicious call with Daniel Fenton where, among other things, she hinted she had inside knowledge regarding some kind of local mystery, possibly criminal activity. Her brother accused her of supporting crime.â
Jason groaned. âIâm going to interview their parents.â He checked that the razor blades were stowed away correctly before snapping shut the travel case. Then he noticed that his bathroom mirror could use a wipedown. He left his bag for a moment to dig for the cleaner.
âProbably for the best,â Tim said, definitely misunderstanding his purpose. âThey seemâŚâ He trailed off when he couldnât find an appropriate adjective.
âYou should read a book,â Jason said, because he saw an opportunity to be an asshole. âAnyway, I wanna get out to the area tonight and see them in the morning. Whatâs my flight?â He spritzed the glass and watched his reflection blur. It was oddly comforting to not have to stare at his green eyes.
âThat ghost zone was the same green as the Lazarus Pits,â Jason thought dully. He didnât really want to think about it. But he had a pretty good idea why he hadnât had the reaction to the place that Danny expected a human to have.
âKon could take you,â Tim said sweetly, which was basically a death threat. It was enough to jar him back to the real world. Kon was still not feeling chill about the Titans Tower scuffle. It probably wasnât good for him to be so petty, but Jason was not going to be the one to tell baby Superdork that.
Jason winced. âI was thinking more like United.â
Tim snickered.Â
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pose away | yeonjun fic (nsfw)
nsfw, mdni!
pairings: enemies to lovers, arrogant model!yeonjun x sub photographer!reader
warnings: nicknames, slut shaming, blowjob, wall sex, markings, unprotected sex, hair pulling
a/n: this might be my favourite fic written yet! djsjkskssjjaka im craving mean yeonjun so bad rn! not proofread
Working as a freelance photographer bought its many challenges. Today was one of them. You hauled yourself out of bed early in the morning to begin setting up the make-shift studio in your living room. Whilst you were studying photography at a college, working part time gave you the opportunity to build up both your experience and portfolio. Often times you donât get a choice as you take on whatever projects come your way. Even when the person you despised most on campus comes to you asking for a photoshoot, no matter how much you wanted to refuse, you agreed, setting up a date for your shoot which happened to be today.Â
You move the lights arounds, working out the best places for them and begin creating an inspiration mood board on your phone before he arrives. The sun burned through the large windows, raising the inside inside your home so you turn on the aircon, hoping it would cool your house down in time for your guestâs arrival. You know he would complain about it being too warm being the spoiled brat he is. You didnât want to take any chances, especially not today when he had promised you a large sum of money for your services even though you often charge little to nothing.Â
Just as you finished setting up, cleaning up the final bits and bobs around the room, you hear the bell ring and not even a second later, a loud thumping on the door.Â
âMy god, he canât even wait a second can he,â you sigh shaking your head at his impatience, already regretting accepting his clientele.Â
You open the door to see a tall man standing arrogantly in front of you, wanting to wipe away that smirk on his face as he walked in, shoving past you.Â
âNice set up you there,â he says as he makes his own way through your living room, seating himself down on your leather sofa, manspreading his long legs.Â
âThanks,â you roll your eyes, attempting to suppress your annoyance. Why on earth is Yeonjun in your house right now? How did this even happen?Â
Heâs wearing a linen shirt, the first few buttons undone, and black slacks making his outfit look laid back in a put together kinda way. His long hair is styled so itâs tucked behind his ear but a few strands strayed and fell onto his face. No matter how much you hated him, you werenât blind to the fact that heâs probably the most attractive person on campus. Thereâs a certain aura he possesses that just lures you in. But you were better than that. He doesnât seem to control you the way he does other girls. No matter how many times you nearly slipped into his charm, you had always managed to bring yourself back.Â
âAre you gonna tell me what to do, or are you just gonna keep staring at me like that?â His sharp voice brings you back, slightly embarrassed that he caught you.Â
âI wasnât staring, simply observing you to see what Iâm working with.âÂ
âIâm pretty sure youâve already âobservedâ me enough before. Unless you wanna keep staring, then go for it. I donât mind. I know you like it too,â you let out a sigh, making sure he could hear it, rolling your eyes at his self-centredness. How you were to put up with this for another 3 hours was beyond you.Â
âCome stand here. You see the green tape? Just make sure you stand behind it. You can pose away Mr Choi Yeonjun,â you instruct, getting behind the camera as he makes his way onto the white screen.Â
Without needing much guidance, he gets into all sorts of poses. He starts off by crouching, sticking out his tongue, eluding with sexiness before shifting to another pose where heâs standing up again, hands in both pockets as he tilts his head ever so slightly but in all the ways that makes a difference.Â
For the next 30 minutes, he is constantly moving while youâre almost having to do an entire workout just to keep up with him. The heat of the room also gets to you, your cheeks flushed red which Yeonjun notices.Â
âAre you blushing from how good I look, doll?â his smirk, combined with the nickname sets you off, feeling the heat burn through your cheeks even more.Â
âShut up. How about we take a break?â You question, trying to distract you from the fact that youâre now ever so slightly turned on by his comment.Â
With that, Yeonjun is slumped back on your couch, while you run to the kitchen, rummaging through your freezer trying to find an ice lolly to cool and calm you down.Â
You discard the wrapper in the bin, taking the long stick of coloured ice in your mouth, sucking off the first layer is its juices. You moan at the feeling of the cold entering your mouth, as the ice begins to melt around it. Walking back to the living room, Yeonjun puts his phone down to look up at you, once again with a smile that has a mischievous allure plastered onto it.Â
âDoll, you think you could suck a cock like that?âÂ
His remark has you pulling the ice lolly out your mouth instantly, making a pop as it comes out. Your jaw is left hanging as you feel the butterflies in your stomach travel up to your throat, leaving you speechless.Â
He stand up and steps towards you ever so slowly that for some reason you wish he would go faster so he could be closer to you sooner. When he gets less than 2 feet away, you step back hitting the wall as his arms cage you, trapping you in his presence. His fingers wipe away the juice from your iced treat in one swipe as he takes it to his own mouth sucking off the liquid. Your eyes enlarge from the proximity and his actions, feeling the ice drop down your fingers as well as a wetness forming in between your legs.Â
âI asked you a question. Do you think you could suck a cock like that?âÂ
âMhmmâŚâ you were only able to make a short sound while you nod your head, not shying away from his sharp gaze.Â
âWhy donât you show me then, doll?â He caresses your hair before grabbing it into a tight ponytail and before you know it, youâre on your knees below him, almost seeming as if you were begging for his dick.Â
With his free hand, he unbuttons his trousers letting them slip down his lean legs and as if on cue, you pull down his black boxers, his long cock springing out. Whilst he may have been an average on thickness, he definitely made up for it in length, so much so that you could already feel it hitting the tip of your cervix.Â
âCome on doll, suck my pretty cock.âÂ
You begin by encapsulating just his tip in your mouth, letting the coldness from the ice transfer onto his hard length to which it reacts by twitching in your mouth as Yeonjun hisses. You slowly move up and down his shaft looking up at his face whilst doing so, meeting his eyes filled with lust.Â
âYouâre pretty mouth looks so good around my cock, doesnât it, doll? Go faster.â
His grip on your hair tightens as he begins shoving his dick into your mouth as if on a rampage, tears falling from your eyes. His other hand grabs ahold of your chin, lifting it up further to better his view of what he was doing to you. Your moans vibrate against his cock, sending him into a high as he grunts with every pump. You feel him twitch in your mouth and before he can cum, he pulls out harshly, making the same pop as your ice lolly. Your sobs donât stop even after heâs pulled out, craving to feel him more. Especially inside you.Â
âAww, is my doll crying because she wants me? I think I can help with that. Stand up,â he commands, his voice firm but flirty. His assurance only made him sexier at this present moment as much as you hated to admit it.Â
Once youâre on your feet, he slams you back into the wall and pulls down your shorts in one swift move, revealing your white lace thong.Â
âI knew my doll was a slut for me. Even if you hate to actually say it.âÂ
Your excuse was that you hadnât done your laundry yet so you were left with your more extravagant pieces of lingerie but even you knew that deep down he was somewhat correct.Â
You feel a sudden sensation as you feel Yeonjunâs lips attached to your neck, sucking under your ear, instantly having found your sweet spot. Melting under his magic touch, your hands automatically move around his neck, pulling him in closer, wanting to feel him more.Â
âYeonjun. Touch me please.âÂ
You were desperate for him and you hated it but with the puddle increasingly seeping through your underwear, you couldnât care less, only wanting to feel him inside you.Â
Yeonjun, strokes your clothed pussy, that being enough to send you off high, as you moan in his ears, humping his hands.Â
âSuch a slut for me, are you doll? Wonder what youâd be like if you had the real thing slamming into you?âÂ
And thatâs exactly what he did. Pushing your thong to the side, he rams his cock in, not letting you adjust, pushing in and out of your pussy as he holds up your thigh, ensuring that he can hit into you deeper. With each thrust, you let out a sinful moan, as Yeonjunâs pride and ego skyrocket through the roof. As he picks up the pace he lifts you up, supporting you against the wall by holding up both your thighs. Even then, he didnât slow down, continuing to slam his cock into you, abusing the top of your cervix over and over.Â
âYouâre so fucking hot, doll. Canât wait to be cumming on you babe. Canât wait to ruin you. You want that donât you?âÂ
The way he thrusts has you feeling his cock all the way in your throat, making deep moans the only thing that come out your mouth.Â
âGoing dumb on my cock, doll? Such a slut arenât you?âÂ
He rams into you even faster as you feel your orgasm getting closer. Your hole now sensitive as you feel the knot in your stomach build.Â
âYeonjun! Iâm gonna cum!â You scream, wanting to reach your high. M
You let out one last moan as the orgasmix wave ripples through your entire body, leaving goosebumps on your skin. Yeonjun rides out your high before pulling out and pulling his own spurts of cum onto your T-shirt which you hasnât removed. Your favourite black T-shirt was now stained with his cum, not knowing if a round of washing would help.Â
You collapse as your legs were physically unable to hold you up but before you reach the ground, Yeonjunâs arms catch you, supporting your waist, helping you remain standing.Â
âFuck, youâre so hot. And youâre such a slut for me. If only I knew sooner. Would have fucked your brains out much sooner.âÂ
You finally fell. After 2 years of holding it back, you finally fell for Yeonjunâs charm and his lustful aura. Any sense of disappointment you would have felt was overridden with the fact that you had gotten the best sex of your life from this man you despise.Â
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