#i hope i can finish this up tomorrow or the next day and then take photos before i have to pack my camera and lighting equipment

[in-the-dreambox]

Day 7 of painting hell, entry 3....

Ruffles are hard.... My palette grows heavy with ugly fucking pastel colors.... and a surrogate Melty-chan has been employed to help me understand how fingers work because my brain don't work too good.....

[vynegar]

14% of the way through....

[mihai-florescu]

Omg are you doing okay? Hope the day gets better🙏🙏🙏🙏

Yes it did! Thank you for checking in, honestly, it means a lot. Im at work rn but it's chill, i think things are turning around for me finally. I hope im not jinxing it tho... i am also officially one full week clean of genshin. Not sure if theres any correlation here...

[weaselle]

i had to make a solution for this for myself, mostly because of depression, but it makes a nice How To for folks who are low on spoons or could use some help in the kitchen.

Fortunately i was a professional cook for over a decade. UNfortunately the first post i made explaining it was suuuuper long. Let's see if i can do better

So you select any protein that you can cook in a frying pan -- chicken breasts, ground beef, pork chops, sausages, steak, chicken thighs, whatever. You also select one or two types of veggie (mushrooms or tubers also work, i just did this with potatoes and carrots for dinner tonight).

[i like cooking for vegetarians, but this is how i cook for myself when i'm low on spoons - perhaps i'll do another post for meatless meals]

You'll also need some kind of oil, and a sauce or two of your choice in a bottle. All cooking gear is a large frying pan with lid (i prefer non-stick) a spatula, a cutting board, and a knife.

You cut the veggies into bite size pieces, cut up enough for two meals. One kind of veggie is fine, or you can do mix two or three

Put frying pan on medium heat with a little oil. Tubers or mushrooms or go in the pan a few minutes before the protein. 2 portions of the protein goes in the pan, about 5 minutes with lid (don't worry you can still get a good sear on both sides)

Now flip your protein if it's flip-able and add normal veggies, put the lid back on another five-ish minutes.

Take your protein out and put it with one portion of the veggies in a microwave safe container. That's going to be your lunch tomorrow. Put the other portion of protein on a plate to rest (you have to let a cooked protein sit a couple minutes before you serve it or when you cut into it all the juices run out and it goes dry - the liquids thicken as it cools, preventing this drying out if you let it rest, the goal is to serve it very warm but not hot hot)

While it's resting, pour some sauce from your bottle in the pan with the rest of the veggies and turn up the heat. A single sauce/bottle is fine, i like to get fancy and mix a couple. Two examples of personal favorite mixes are 1: bbq sauce and a hot sauce like sriracha 2: roughly equal parts low sodium soy sauce and worcestershire (makes something similar to a teriyaki sauce) A swallow of wine is almost always a great option if you want to add that to your sauce too, just add it to the pan before the other sauces so the alcohol has time to burn off.

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Here is the important bit. While your veggies are finishing, wash your cutting board and chef knife. Then when you dump your veggies and sauce over your protein on the plate, while it is still too hot to eat, you wash your frying pan and spatula before you eat. Now the only dishes you have left to do are your plate and fork. Maybe a steak knife.

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The whole thing takes about 35 minutes even with washing the dishes, and that includes your lunch for the next day- just pour a different sauce on and stick it in the microwave for a couple minutes (or five minutes back in the frying pan) and you have a full healthy lunch with a different flavor

You can use this technique every single meal and it yields hundreds of combinations, from pork and potatoes bbq, to salmon and broccoli teriyaki, to chicken and zucchini in a soy glaze.

It will keep you down to less than an hour of kitchen time per day total for both lunch and dinner including all dish clean up, uses the least dishes, the least effort, requires the least technique, and is, depending on what you pick out, very affordable

here are a couple more examples from this month; i didn’t take pictures of the salmon i did recently, but you get the idea

it's not super fancy, but it is easy, affordable, quick, and any flavors you want. Hope this helps some folks

Happy Cooking!

[whosmariaaa]

— part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7 !

college! sukuna took his chance as soon as he saw one. there was an upcoming project in english class, the one where you coincidentally were in too. and the best of it all, it was a partnered project.

“are you seriously this down bad, sukuna?” gojo asked, raising one of his eyebrows. sukuna glared at his friend in response. “shut the fuck up, gojo. i’m just saying. you can go with fushiguro, and i’ll find a new partner,” he replied.

“you’re pathetic,” toji chimed in with a smirk. all three of them were very aware of sukuna’s plan. honestly, he wasn’t even all secretive about it either.

still, sukuna didn’t take any insults and got on his feet. “say that again, fushiguro. i dare you,” he warned threateningly. toji huffed, and jokingly shot his hands up in defence.

“you two are fucking losers. i should go find other friends,” sukuna snarled as he got up and left. gojo just chuckled and waved him off, and toji seemed unbothered by his attitude.

so, plan in action. sukuna went to one of the professors, and requested if he could be working with you for the project. how can the professor say no to this 6 foot something, tattooed, menacing man cornering him? safe to say, sukuna left the classroom in satisfaction.

the next day, when you found out you were partnered with him for the project, you were on the point of actually throwing that chair to his head. but, you stayed calm, cool and collected (you were seething).

“what’s got you in such a foul mood, hm?” sukuna queried, his stupid smirk evident.

“what the hell do you think?” you snapped.

“calm your tits, woman. it’s just a little project,” he teased. you grabbed your book, and threw it at him. he caught it with ease.

you had come to the agreement to stay in the library after school, even though he tried convincing you to come to his or your dorm. you were not moved in the slightest. so, sukuna reluctantly came to the library.

“fuck are we even supposed to do?” he asked after a moment of silence. you turned your head to him, “are you actually serious? i just spend the last hour explaining this shit to you!” you retorted in annoyance. he just shrugged and watched you in amusement.

“you’re so insufferable, sukuna! how fucking stupid are you? why am i even paired up with you? you literally can’t do dogshit, and you’re just sitting there, doing nothing, while i have to do this entire dumb project!” you rambled in anger. he leaned his head in his palm, looking at you. man, if he wasn’t in love before, he surely was now.

“you’re kinda hot when you’re mad, sweetheart,” he smiled. you had to physically restrain yourself from beating his ass right here, right now.

“what the hell is your problem?” you jeered.

“don’t play dumb. you’re sitting here, all cute and concentrated, and you expect me to fucking listen to a word you say? i’d rather be doing something else with you,” he replied. you stared at him, speechless.

while sukuna wanted to kiss you senseless, you wanted to punch him senseless. this guy was seriously pissing you off.

“man, whatever. you can do this part of the project, and you better have it finished by tomorrow, or i’ll beat your ass, got it?” you huffed.

“mhm, i got it, baby,” sukuna hummed playfully. your fists clenched. you grabbed your stuff and your bag and got the hell out of here before you actually punched him senseless.

gojo and toji were right, sukuna thought. he was definitely very, very down bad for this girl.

──★˙🍓̟!! i’m not very sure what to think of this part, but i do hope it’s readable! thank you all so so so so much for all the likes, comments and reblogs! 💗

[smutoperator]

Snake Charmer

Kim Minjeong (Winter) x Male Reader

Tags: arabian nights, belly bulging, belly dancer, blowjob, creampie, cum on midriff, fast-paced sex, footjob, loud sex, quickie, snake (literally and figuratevelly), stripping

Word count: 3164

It was a cold, lonely night in the desert. Nobody seemed to be in your sight, just an endless horizon full of sand. You were so desperate that you started seeing what looked like a tent playing an electronic beat as if a rave was playing inside it. Surely it must have been a mirage, you thought.

As you entered the tent, you saw a girl performing in an outfit that left her belly very exposed.

The girl dancer performed the electronic song in a way that made her look like those belly dancers coming straight from those Arabian nights tales. Soon, she grabbed a black mamba snake from a basket and started playing with it, showing no fear and handling it like it was just a walk in the park.

The dancer kept playing with the snake as she continued her performance, her cuteness contrasting with the bulky reptile that ran through her body. Her midriff moved in such a sexy manner, meanwhile, her face was all smiles, a truly impressive duality that had you slowly falling in love with her.

The music stopped and the dancer finished her performance, immediately turning in your direction as she pushed the snake back into the basket. "Looks like I have an audience for today," she said. "That's quite rare here in the middle of the desert," she continued.

"Do you perform this dance every day?" you asked the dancer. "Yes, me and my friends do that every day hoping to charm someone to build a harem with us," she said. "Your friend? So you're not alone in this tent?" you ask her. "No, they had to go to the city, but they'll be back tomorrow morning," she answered.

"By the way, I haven't even asked your name yet," you said to her. "My name is Minjeong, but you can also call me Winter," she answered. "Winter, such a beautiful name," you said to her. "Thank you," she replied.

"Wanna watch me dance a little more?" Winter asked you. "Sure, do your thing," you told her. Winter resumed dancing, bringing the mamba back from the basket and running it all over her body once again. She teased you, making very seductive moves with her tummy that drove you insane, making you wonder how she hadn't found anyone yet to occupy that harem.

Winter shook her cute little ass a bit and then started taking off parts of her bedlah as the performance went on, starting with her top, leaving you shocked as she left her torso fully exposed to you while dancing, from her perky little tits all the way down to her sexy navel. She wrapped the snake around her midriff and then picked up a recipient with the shape of a magical lamp, pouring some oil over her fit body, leaving you in utter disbelief at the scene you were watching.

Winter continued to strip her bedlah off, next taking off her long skirt, leaving just her hip scarf. Soon enough, that was gone as well, leaving Winter wearing just a belly chain and a thong that could barely cover her genitalia, giving you a hand signal to come close to her.

Minjeong walked in your direction, getting her body on top of the couch you were sitting on, the black mamba now wrapped around her shoulders. "Looks like that's not the only snake I can charm," she said, running her hands over your already throbbing cock under your pants.

"Get up," Winter commanded as you two started sharing kisses. You still couldn't believe what was in front of your eyes, maybe it was just another mirage, but her touch felt amazing. She quickly took off your shirt, running her hands over your torso while you worshipped her beautiful midriff. You were much taller than her, meaning her sexy tummy rubbed all over your clothed crotch, building your erection even further and getting you increasingly hard as you two touched each other.

"Let me show you my snake-charming abilities," Winter said, getting on her knees and pulling your pants down, unveiling your already throbbing anaconda. She teased it very slowly, giving a couple of licks to the tip of your cock, which were already driving you insane.

It didn't take long for Minjeong to make faster moves, performing an impressive no-hands blowjob as she slowly put more and more of your length in her mouth, reaching closer to a third of it as she sensually moved her body while sucking your cock, making her belly chain produce a rattling sound that turned you on even further.

Winter deepthroated your cock for the first time. "Such a delicious snake," she said once she finished it, switching from her slow-paced blowjob into a fast-paced one coupled with jerking off of your cock while staring at you with her puppy eyes.

Minjeong spat all over your cock as she continued to suck it off, now moving into the side of your shaft, before licking your tip like she was eating ice cream, then diving down to your balls while stroking that anaconda, switching to a little hand massage on your shaft before moving back to a no-hands cocksucking that she finished with an impeccable deepthroat.

"Oh shit," you groaned as Minjeong's deepthroat sent shivers down your spine. She rubbed her hands on your torso as she kept bobbing her head on your cock, giving special attention to the tip and deepthroating your shaft from time to time, making it wetter and wetter with lots of spitting.

Winter got back up and started kissing you again, the tip of your cock rubbing against her navel as your bodies collided with each other. You reached your hands into her pink pussy for the first time, making her let out some soft moans. "I'll let you do anything with me today, I'm all yours, I want you to join this harem," she said.

"Sit down, you're in for a treat tonight," Winter told you as you lay back on the couch. She quickly dove into your balls, ready to start another round of her soft yet amazing blowjob with her beautiful cute mouth, licking your shaft from top to bottom and then making rounds around the tip.

Winter jerks off your cock. "So big, so nice, can't wait to get this ready for my pussy," she says, licking your tip a little more then bobbing her head up and down it, going slowly deeper into it as she keeps spitting on your cock. "Your dick is so nice and big, I've been waiting to have one of these in my mouth for so long," she says as she moves her tongue around your shaft, before teasing it as she rubs your cock around her navel, getting you to throb even more.

"Oh my God," you groan as Winter circles your cock around. "Do you want to get it in my pussy?" she asks. "Oh fuck, definitely," you answer her as she continues to suck it off.

"Let's get it a little bit harder, shall we?" Winter says as she starts stroking your shaft with her beautiful feet. "Fuck, that's such a good massage," you tell her as she quickly moves her toes around your cock, making your tip pop in and out of your foreskin. "Fuck, that feels so good, just keep going, keep stroking that cock," you tell her, Winter smiling as your cock is throbbing red now.

You thrust into Minjeong's feet, making her very excited. "I want you to do this in my pussy," she says, circling her toes around your cock as you move your hips. She then puts her feet on top of your shaft, massaging them hard and pushing you to the edge, her long nails hitting the most sensitive parts of your tip.

"Oh yeah, it seems like this snake is finally big enough for me to sit on it," Winter proclaims as she lets you take your cock into her pussy, sitting on it in on go and bouncing hard on it. "OH YEAH, OH YEAH, OH SHIT," she moans as you impale her pussy hard. "SO GOOD, SO GOOD, YES, YES, AHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHH, OH MY GOD," she screams, pressing her hands on your chest and quickly losing her breath as your big pole shapes the insides of her cunt.

But Winter stays committed, pushing hard even if your cock seems to feel a little too big for her. "AHHH FUCK, I CAN FEEL IT BULGING UNDER MY STOMACH, IT FEELS SO GOOD," Winter says, you two just closing your eyes and enjoying the ride. "YES I LIKE THAT SO MUCH, IT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD," she continues to moan.

"Oh shit," you groan again as Winter's tight walls squeeze your cock. "You like that tight pussy?" she asks you as she keeps riding your cock, losing her breath as she can feel it right in her tummy. "OH SHIT, YES, LIKE THAT, LIKE THAT," she keeps begging and moaning, fingering her tight pussy and repeatedly opening and closing her legs as she moves all over your cock.

You can't resist and soon start thrusting into Minjeong's tight pink pussy. "OH I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING," she announces as you pump her pussy up. "OH YES BABY, FUCK THAT PUSSY," Winter commands, meeting your thrusts with bounces of her own. "FUCK YOU FEEL SO YUMMY IN MY TUMMY," she moans, feeling your monster bulge once again.

Winter pops your cock out of her pussy and gets herself in a missionary position. "I want you to see you bulging under my stomach, show me how deep your big cock can go inside me," she begs as you grab her left leg up and quickly put your cock back in her pussy. "AHHHHH," she instantly moans, caught by surprise as you attack her cunt at full speed from the start.

"OHHHHH FUCKKKK," Winter moans and grins her teeth as her body bounces hard with your fast thrusts. "You said you wanted it like that, don't complain now," you tell her as you thrust so hard your cock briefly pulls out of her pussy. "Yes, baby, keep going, wreck this tight little pussy," she begs, losing her breath as she speaks.

"AHHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHH, YES, YES, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, HARDER, HARDER," Winter begs as you use her body to your pleasure nonstop, your balls clapping hard against her clit as you deliver her some powerful thrusts. "FUCK BABY, OH MY GOD, FUCK ME HARD, AHHHHHH," she screams, sticking her tongue out like a begging puppy as you keep destroying her little pink pussy.

"OH MY GOD, MAKE ME TAKE IT, YES, YES, YES, POUND ME HARD," Winter pegs, you spreading her legs to the fullest and hitting her pussy at every different angle. "Oh fuck," you groan again before resuming destroying her cunt. "AHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH," she screams, you teasing her rubbing your shaft in her clit briefly before putting it back inside her.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," Winter screams so loud you're glad you two are in the middle of the desert with no one to hear it, you pushing her legs in the direction of her body and completely dominating me. "THE WAY YOU USE ME IS SO FUCKING GOOD, FUCK" she screams.

"AH YES, FUCKING MAKE ME TAKE IT," Winter screams as you use her pussy so hard you need a little break not to exhaust yourself, diving as you lick her pink hole and tongue her clit hard. "UHHHH YEAH, FUCK, YOU EAT MY PUSSY SO GOOD," she moans as your face gets buried into her entrance, making her legs shake, Minjeong massaging your back while she gets eaten out.

"Spread that asshole for me," you tell Winter, diving next into tonguing her pink anus, giving a couple of licks up into her pussy. "I want you to put your finger in my ass," she begs. You do as she asks, shoving your middle finger up Minjeong's butthole and massaging it.

"Damn it's tighter than your pussy," you tell her. "Yes, I've never been fucked in the ass, but I love the sensation of getting fingered in it, especially with you eating my pussy AHHHHH FUCK," Winter moans as she spreads her legs and lets you please both her holes with your finger and your mouth. "Oh FUCK, IT FEELS LIKE I'M IN HEAVEN," she says as you give her the double stimulation she needs, Winter's flexible body contracting and trembling all over the couch.

Winter gets back on her knees, ready to suck your cock once more. But you have different plans, grabbing her hair and pounding her face as soon as she gets on her knees. "Oh fuck yes," you say, turning Winter's mouth into your free-use fuckhole as you watch her face turn red while your cock bulges under her cute cheeks.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," you groan as you make Winter gag on your cock, not holding back as her face gets plowed. You keep teasing her, slapping your cock in her tummy before going back to make her choke on it. Winter gets back up, hungry for more. "I need it back in my pussy," she begs, lifting one of her legs as she positions herself close to your lap.

Before getting your cock back in Winter's wonderful pussy, you tease it with a little slap in her entrance. Her pussy is so tight you struggle a bit to put it back in, but as soon as you do, you grab her right leg and start thrusting immediately. "OH FUCK," Winter moans as soon as she feels your cock back to shaping her inner walls.

Winter sexily looks in your eye as she wraps one of her hands around your neck, using the other hand to grab a curtain in the room as she tries to cope with your fast thrusts. You reciprocate and grab her neck. "FUCK YES, FUCK THAT LITTLE PUSSY, OH MY GOD I'M GONNA CUM, JUST FUCK ME, JUST FUCK ME PLEASE, I'M GONNA CUM, FUCKKKKK, AHHHHH," she moans loudly as you also finger her pussy.

"OH MY GOD, YES, YES, DON'T STOP," Winter begs as she starts to lose her balance. "AHHHH YES, FUCK, FUCK, OH MY GOD," Winter screams, trying to hold onto your body and the curtain at all costs as she turns into a screaming machine, your cock bulging under her belly more than ever. "OH, OH, OH, OH," she can't stop moaning, her walls taking the shape of your cock at each hard thrust you deliver into her pussy.

"YES, YES, YES, FUCK THAT PUSSY," Winter begs as you massage her clit hard and pushes her legs further upward, fucking her like a man on a mission. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, the more I hit that pussy the tighter it gets," you tell her. "AHHHHH FUCKKKK," she continues to scream.

Winter drops back to the couch as she's so overwhelmed with your poundings she can barely stay on her feet. She positions herself sideways, allowing you to penetrate her pussy in a spooning position. "OH GOD, AHHHHHHH," Winter screams as you quickly go back to clap her cheeks. "OH MY GOD IT'S SO FUCKING BIG," she keeps screaming, you getting crazier and crazier, attacking her pussy like there is no tomorrow and making her lose her breath. "Shit," you groan, still amazed by her pussy's tightness, more so as Winter's cunt starts queefing with your hard thrusts. "That's it, I'm gonna pound that pink pussy until I fucking cum inside it," you tell her.

"Bend over," you command to Winter as she gets on all fours on the couch. "Perfect," you tell her, grabbing her waist as you guide your cock back into her pussy. "Holy shit," you say as her tight hole wraps around your shaft one more time. "FUCK, THAT'S SO BIG," she screams again.

"Bounce on that cock" you tell Winter, letting her move her hips by herself. "Work those hips," you keep telling her as you start giving some slaps to her butt. "Oh yeah slap my ass," she tells you, closing her eyes and moaning as you time your spanking with the movement of her hips, Winter showing you her sexy abilities to move them just like when she was dancing for you moments ago.

"AHHHH FUCK, OH MY GOD YES," Minjeong screams as you grab her hair and spank her ass, she moves her hips the more you spank her, leading you to attempt to tame her with more fast thrusts as Winter keeps getting pounded into oblivion. "OH MY GOD, YOU'RE DESTROYING MY TIGHT LITTLE PUSSY," she screams.

"There you go, that's it, oh fuck," you groan as Winter keeps moving her hips. "OH GODDD," she screams as she works on your cock. "Yes, that's it, fuck, fuck, show me how much you like that big cock, cute little girl," you tell her as Winter switches into longer, deeper moves. "You like that?" she asks you. "Yes, baby, I love it," you answer her.

"Your big cock feels so good stretching my pussy," Winter tells you as she pushes you closer and closer to cumming. "Nice and slow, keep moving like that, I'm gonna cum, oh shit," you tell her. "Then I want you to cum in my yummy tummy," Winter tells you.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," you tell Winter just in time for her to flip herself around, offering you her beautiful belly to get covered in your white seed. "OHHHH SHITTTT," you loudly scream as endless ropes of cum cover Minjeong's midriff, you enjoying the work of art you left as you painted her tummy.

"I'm not done yet," you tell Winter. Your still hard cock finds its way to her pussy one more time. "I'm gonna cover this tight little pussy with cum too," you tell her. "Yes, please, baby, fill me up, AH, AH, AH, AH," Winter begs as you attack her pussy like crazy. "Fuck, Fuck," you groan. "YES, YES, YOU FEEL SO GOOD IN MY TUMMY," she says as your bulging prick pokes under her cum-covered belly.

"Fuck that was quick, I'm gonna cum again," you tell Winter, unleashing a second load in her tight pink pussy. "Holy shit, this was intense," Winter tells you as your cum oozes out of her cunt. "You can sleep here tonight, but make sure my unnies don't see you," she tells you. "Alright," you oblige, Winter indicating a place in the tent where you can hide.

The night passes by and a new day arrives. As you open your eyes, you see Minjeong once again with the snake wrapped around her body, but she's no longer alone. Three more girls surround you. One of them is already jerking your cock off, a tall woman with her big boobs already out in the open, who is also the first to speak.

"Welcome to your harem," she says.

[poisonofthepaint]

Day After Tomorrow - Part Two

read part one here! part three here!

a/n: here is part two, i hope u enjoy!! the next part will be the last part. i'm having a lot of fun writing these, thanks for all the likes and reblogs on the first part!!!

content warnings: age gap between jack and reader, reader spills hot coffee on herself but it's nothing serious, lots of me repeating phrases i think lol, that's all!

Today, you woke up with a mission. You would not go to work tired. You would be prepared this time. Prepared for Jack Abbot. You wake up at 2:30 A.M. this time, and you get ready like it’s a regular hour of the day. You still don’t know if he’ll even come in. Yesterday, you spiraled when you allowed your brain to think. If he doesn’t come in, you also thought of a million excuses for him. It doesn’t have to be because of you! It could be that he is piled up with emergencies, he’s stuck in surgery, maybe the time got away from him. 

You get to work and try to slow yourself down. You’re anxious, pacing around. You know if you finish all your tasks early, you’ll just be waiting around for him. You count the money in the drawer three times. You clean every spot on the espresso machine twice. You brew the coffee with exact precision. You fix your hair more times than you can count.

You look at the clock on the wall. 4:00 A.M. You glance at the door and remind yourself to look away. You are trying so hard to not be disappointed. You don’t want to put your hopes and dreams into this man. You didn’t know him. But God, you wanted to. You had replayed the conversation in your head until you could mark it down to the minute it happened. You thought the way he looked at you before he left. How he seemed like he didn’t want to drag his eyes away.

You sigh and shake your head, opting to make yourself another London fog, hoping the drink will summon him. You try to distract yourself, but there really is nothing else to do. You don’t get any customers this early, Jack was the only one. Since your coworkers were in the back, you had no one to talk to. You check the clock again, 4:10. You sigh, trying not to feel disappointed.

But then, it comes. The bell on the door rings. It feels like Gabriel’s horn just blew. He walks in. You smile, and think maybe you shouldn’t. You wanted to be cool today, but you couldn’t help it. He actually came.

“It’s nice to know you’re a man of your word.” you say as he walks over to the counter.

“Course I am,” he says. Jack smiles too, a small one, but it’s a smile.

“Do you just want another coffee?”

“Yeah, I do. And your number, if that’s not overstepping.”

You blank. The lack of sleep catches up to you in three seconds, tops. Your brain falters, you try to remember how to form a sentence, “Yes.”

He deadpans, “Yes, it’s overstepping?”

“No!” you basically yell. You clear your throat, try again, “No, not overstepping. Yes, I’d like to give you my number.”

“Jesus,” he grumbles, shaking his head, laughing a bit, “Had me scared there.”

“Sorry, it’s early.”

“Right, yeah,” you can tell he doesn’t believe you for a second. You can tell he knows you're nervous. 

You decide you don’t want to be perceived anymore, and turn around to pour his coffee. But your hands are shaking. The pot slips a little, meaning you pour some of the freshly brewed, very hot coffee, on the hand that was stabilizing the cup.

“God, ouch!” you say.

Jack looks like he wants to jump over the counter. “Let me see.”

You turn around slowly, holding your hand. You decide to trust the doctor and let him take a look.

When he touches your hand, it’s like the burn amplifies, and your face feels as hot as the dark brown liquid that you just spilt everywhere. “I’m used to it, I’ll be fine.”

He lets out a sigh and shoots you a look that says, let me check it over thoroughly. You wonder how long he’ll spend touching you, you don’t know if you want it to end. 

He has your injured hand flat in one of his, while the other is slowly flipping your hand over, softly touching everywhere the coffee spilt. He gives your hand two, small pats, and lets go slowly.

“Yeah, it’ll be fine. Cool water if the burning feeling doesn’t go away.” 

You nod, bewildered, awestruck. You stand there like an idiot before remembering that he still needs his coffee. You pour the old cup out into the sink beside you, and throw it in the trash. You get him a new one since the coffee had spilled on the outside of the cup too. You pour the new one extra carefully, making sure to not spill it again. Although, you kind of wish you could, if it meant that Jack would touch you again.

“Will you let me pay today?” he says, a bit exasperated.

“You just gave me a free examination, obviously this is a fair trade.” 

He scoffs. Throws a five in the tip jar, just like he did last time.

You hold out the cup to him, he takes it, letting his fingers brush yours as he does.

“And the other part?” he asks. “I don’t see your number on here.”

“You know, we do have cellphones now. You could take yours out and I’ll give you it. Or do you want me to write it on a napkin for you?”

He laughs again. Just like the ones you’ve been thinking about from two days ago. “Old fashioned, remember?”

He sets the coffee on the counter and grabs his phone out of his back pocket. It’s an iPhone with a matte black case. He taps around on it for a second and then hands it to you. You put your number in, and your name in the first name spot. He watches you with intensity. You don’t even see him, but you can feel it. Can feel his dark eyes watching you. You glance up and meet them. You don’t break eye contact as you hand the phone back. 

He looks down at the information and then shuts his phone off, putting it back into his pocket.

You decide that you’re done being nonchalant. “I’m glad you came back.”

Jack nods, “I am too.”

You figure that you’ll need to get to know him a little bit better for him to give you a little bit more than that. He remains his mysterious self, but you’re glad you got a little bit of verbal reassurance. 

You smile, laugh, shake your head and look down. “You know, for a second I thought I had just imagined you, because you came and went so fast.”

“That’s one way to tell me I’m the man of your dreams.” he smiles smugly.

Your face gets hot again. This time, you can’t make eye contact.

“Very smooth,” you try to joke, but your voice sounds rough. Your throat is getting a bit dry from the flirting.

Jack laughs, you keep count in your head of how many times this makes. You wonder if you’ll ever stop doing that. “Listen, I do have to get back today. But I'll text you with plans, okay?”

“Okay, yeah,” you say, looking up at him now. You didn’t want to miss any more chances to see him.

“Okay, see you. And be careful with that coffee!” he points at you, eyes quickly looking down at your hand.

“Will do, Doc.” 

He looks crushed. His brows furrow, and he swipes his palm down his face. you want to understand why this name always seems to get to him, but you can't come up with any reasons in your head. He leaves the same way he did before. Backwards, slowly inching towards the door. Once he leaves. You look at the door for at least a minute, wishing he’d come back. When you finally tear your aways away from the metal entrance, you realize he left his cup of coffee on the counter, and didn’t even take a sip out of it.  You almost can’t believe it. He really did just come here for you this time, not because he needed any extra caffeine.  

You spend the rest of your shift about the way you spent the one before: out of it. You checked your phone more times than you care to admit, and googled what time night shift doctors got off. You were done trying to convince yourself to not spiral about it, because it was real, and it was happening. A doctor was going to text you and make plans for a date, and that was all that mattered in your mind at this moment. 

Your shift was long, and busy, but this time, the crowds of people couldn’t drag Jack away from your mind. Every customer you served, you thought about him. You imagined his face there instead, thinking about him being at the end of the long line. You got an order for a small black coffee and you peered around the cafe, trying to see if he came back.

When your shift ends, you check your phone again, and this time, there’s a text from an unknown number. 

Does Friday at 6pm sound good?

[velvetydream]

꒰ :🥀 [ The radio star lost ] ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯

Summary : Your husband was the feared serial criminal in New Orleans, Louisiana, and you where his dearly beloved wife, his right hand. So.. Oh what a despair was awaiting you soon..

Pairing : Human! Alastor x Wife! Reader

Word count : 3549 Words

Genre : Angst, Drama, Romance (a bit)

Warnings ➵ Murder, Swearing, Blood, Death, Guns,

Death penality, Corpses

a/n : Continuation of my Alastor x Wife! Reader > Till death do us part < , seeing as this isn't really a continuation, but rather a prequel, it can be read as a stand-alone, hope ya'll still enjoy it just as much as the first part!♡

Another thing in advance, this is purely fiction and shall not be seen anywhere near reality, I do not condone anything in this and it's pureply based on fiction.

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1933'

You were like Bonnie and Clyde. A criminal duo, invincible. Or so you thought.

Alastor, your beloved husband. The man you had known for almost two decades, married for almost one decade now. You loved him dearly, even with his little quirks and tendencies. He worked as a well-known and quite popular radio host in New Orleans. Yet he had a tendency for disposing of those he deemed right, you had helped him many times already. Having found out way before you even married him, how he was a murderer, yet you found it enticing, how his mind worked, who he deemed worthy to let go.

"Dear, the meal is almost ready!" You got pulled out of your thoughts by the soft voice of your husband. It was rather unusual for the man to cook in a marriage, but your relationship was far from ordinary, so you enjoyed it. His cooking was far better than yours after all. "I'm coming!" Standing up from the couch, you make your way over to the kitchen, there he was in all his glory. His brown hair was pushed back, glasses sitting on top of his head instead of resting on his nose, and sleeves pushed up to not get them dirty, ironic considering the amount of times he got them bloody. "It smells amazing my beloved! Thank you so much!" A quick peck was pressed to your husband's cheek, as you took a seat at the table, some amazing meal steaming on the table. Alastor puts his apron away, sitting down as he slides his glasses back onto his nose.

Dinner time was always one of your favorites during the day, enjoying a warm meal while talking to your husband about both of your days.

Just after you had finished dinner, your husband took a seat in front of the piano, letting his hands softly glide over the tiles. The instrument echoed with the soft tune he was playing. Walking behind him, you lay your arms around his neck softly, swaying your body a bit to the music he played. Alastor was a talented man with instruments, being able to play a few of them, the piano being one of them. Also quite talented with the violin. "Oh my darling, what a beautiful tune as always~" Humming along now. No one heard the screams coming from the basement. The desperate screams of your next victim.

"When we're talking about music right now my dearest, Mimzy invited us to her performance tomorrow! So how about we postpone our.. plans to the day after tomorrow?" No killing and instead going to Mimzy's show? Oh yes! "Oh, how lovely that sounds! Of course!" Agreeing to his proposal. But for now, you two get ready for bed, lying down in your shared bed.

Another one of your favorite times of the day, getting to lay down with him and finally rest, letting the stress and exhaustion of the day pass. "Did I ever tell you that I love you a lot?" Resting your head on your husband's chest now, who was silently reading a book, closing it now that you were talking to him. "Many times darling and I do love you a lot too~" Alastor knew his way around words for sure, he was such a sweet talker, but that's one of the things you appreciated about him. Raising your head to face him, you take a glance at his lips, before up into his eyes, you knew how he felt about touches he didn't initiate, right now you were only cuddling because he pulled you onto him. Chuckling lowly, he lowers his head down and captures your soft lips with his. Alastor's kisses mostly were soft, like a butterfly resting on your hand or like a spring breeze. Usually, his kisses were planted on your hand or cheek, but from now and then he gave you the satisfaction of a soft kiss on the lips, which always left you giggling like you were right now. Falling asleep in the safe embrace of your husband shortly after.

The next day went by smoothly. Alastor was busy with his work as a radio host, while you took care of the house and did some grocery shopping, meeting up with a few friends of yours over tea. Shortly before you went home for the day, you visited Alastors mothers grave to leave some flowers and clean it, you sadly never met her, but your husband tends to tell you a lot of stories about her. Sitting down by the grave for a minute, you tell her a bit about what Alastor has been doing, how you were loving his cooking and music as always. It was a habit of yours, you hoped she was listening to all the good things you were telling her about him. Taking your things after a while, you bid your goodbye to his mother's grave as you make your way back home. Putting away the groceries before starting to freshen up. Loving to take your time to get ready when you and Alastor decide to go out in the evening.

"Dearest I'm home!" Hearing the lovely voice of your husband calling from the door, answering him now, how you were getting ready. Putting on your favorite dress. It was made out of a beautiful deep red color with black lace all over it, a few gems here and there. Your best jewelry could of course not be missing, most of it you got from Alastor or your own mother. "Darling I'm ready! How far are you?" Exiting the bathroom now, searching for your husband and finding him in the kitchen with a glass of whisky. "Oh my, what do I see here? What a lovely gem you are darling!" Abandoning his glass, Alastor walks over to you, taking your hand as he twirls you around, before kissing the back of your hand. Clad in a black suit, his button-up shirt underneath dark red matching to your dress, while his bowtie was adorned with a red gem, he looked lovely. "My you also look lovely dearest! Definitely going to catch some eyes!" Hooking your arm in his now, you together leave the house and make your way to where Mimzy's show will be held.

Mimzy was a great friend of Alastor, a blonde gorgeous but short lady, who performed like no other. Arriving at the place, you were led to a table for the regulars, as Alastor and you were known by the staff by now. Ordering two drinks, as you await the show. Soon lights go out and Mimzy comes out, her singing and dancing amazing like always.

"Dollface! Pumpkin!" Mimzy's voice was booming as she approached your table, giving both of you an affectionate hug. You ended up talking with her for quite a while, telling her how amazing her performance was and that you were so glad that she invited you two again. Thanking you for your kind words, her attention quickly diverted to Alastor again. It was almost always like this, she said she liked both of you, but you couldn't shake the feeling that she did have a certain distaste for you. But you decided to let it slide like always, as you listened to Alastor tell Mimzy what you two were up to since you've last seen her.

Alastor of course started to notice how you were getting irritated by Mimzy and how she was only focusing on him. "My dear, I think my lovely wife is not feeling so well tonight, perhaps it would be better to take our leave now, still thank you for having us as always. Till the next time." Alastor stood up now as Mimzy stomped off with an annoyed face, extending his hand for you. Smiling at him softly as you take his hand and let him lead you outside. A shiver ran down your spine as your arms got goosebumps, a coat was soon placed over your shoulders, looking over to Alastor who watched you with a soft smile. "Dear, next time you feel uncomfortable please do tell me and we will leave immediately, you know how much I care for your comfort." Thanking him, you take his arm as he leads you through the park to your home, it was a little longer than walking through the streets, but it was calming to walk through nature together.

"Shall we head to bed? It's been a long day and evening." Taking the coat from your shoulders at home, he hangs it on the hanger beside the door. "I love that idea, let me tell you about my day in bed, I visited your mothers grave again." You were already walking to the room as you talked to him, so you weren't able to see his eyes follow you as they softened. It saddened him you never got to meet his mother, she would've loved you dearly, just as he does. Telling him all about what you told her before, how you left flowers and also cleaned her gravestone, as you settled into bed, as he was changing into his sleepwear. Alastor was so thankful for having a caring and lovely wife like you.

The night went by fast, today Alastor would finally have a day off from work, which meant a different kind of work today for both of you!

The steps down to the basement squeaked as Alastor put his weight on them, your heels making clicky noises as you followed him down a stark contrast in sound. And there sat the victim he deemed perfect for his next case. The screams would be recorded for his personal little collection. You were getting everything ready for him, it would be interesting to watch like always. Alastor changed so much when he killed, no shimmer or glimmer in his eyes, not how he looked at you, the soft gaze replaced with a blood thirsty one. Liking it quickly, you were soon getting rid of the victim, this time deciding to bury him in a forest, you opted for the forest a few times already even though it was a bit risky, it was the easiest to get rid of them. At home, Alastor decided to take a bath, as he told you to head to bed already with a kiss on your cheek.

When he joined you in bed, he looked relaxed, cuddling up to you. Murders always ended like this, it somehow made him so calm and affectionate with you. Placing a soft kiss on your neck, as his arms hold your waist. Your hand threaded through his brown soft locks, something you loved to do. For once your beloved husband fell asleep quicker than you, making you be able to watch him sleep, not in a creepy way, but in a loving way. Alastor was often so stressed with work, yes he loved being a radio host, but it sometimes got to him. Rubbing your fingers over his cheek softly, then over the bags under his eyes before pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. Yourself slowly falling into dreamland.

Morning came way too quickly, Alastor was back to work, and while you decided to stay at home and do some housekeeping, a few rooms needed cleaning. A friend of yours stopping by to tell you how a new corpse was apparently discovered by the police, which is connected to the many murder cases lately. Tensing up a little bit when she told you how they discovered it in the forest after one of the farmers nearby saw some shadows in there. It couldn't be the corpse from last night, right? Simply agreeing with her that you would be careful, even telling her how your dear husband would never let something happen to you on his watch, which made her coo at your marriage, if only she knew..

Mid conversation your husband comes home, greeting you with a soft kiss on the cheek before he leaves for the back of your home. Your friend leaves soon after, as you go and search for your beloved. Finding him in his office, gripping the table. You knew what was about to come.

"Dear?" Approaching him, Alastor pushes everything on his table off, papers scattering, a cup breaking as pens roll all over the floor. "They already discovered it.. HOW?! I was careful! Pathetic! How dare they! Are they making fun of me?!" Worried for your husband, yet you stood still, listening to him. "I had to talk about it today! At the broadcast! Act as if I was surprised! Haha! If only they knew! Right doll?!" Turning around, his eyes were darting around the room, before falling onto you, laughing as he took your hand to pull you in. "They really think they can discover us like this! US! They are worthless! Pathetic even! Oh my dear! We truly are the greatest!" He was twirling you around as if dancing now, despite no music playing. Only his mad monologue. You've dealt with this behavior a couple of times already, knowing to just let him act and talk for now as he pleased. "Oh, what a wonderful day my beloved! I will go and make my favorite dish for us now! How beautiful!" Leaving the room now, a skip in his step, as you bend down to clean up the mess your husband caused.

Joining him in the kitchen now, as he was softly humming to the radio as he was cooking his favorite, Jambalaya.

A knocking sounds from your door, looking up, you tell Alastor you are going to get it, and upon opening it you come face to face with a detective and a police officer. "Greetings ma'am, is your husband home?" His voice was deep, you nodded, leaning the door closed as you hurried into the kitchen to get your husband. "Greetings gentleman, how may I help you?" Alastor opened the door composed as ever, drying his hands from washing them with a clean towel, as he gave the men at the door a polite smile. You retreated back to the living room, still listening to their conversation. Asking him about the murder cases, why him? It was probably only because of the radio broadcast, right? Maybe his boss told him to talk about it without the detective's permission. As the door closes and Alastor is back in the kitchen, still calm as always as you join him. "Dear? What did they talk about?" Looking up at him with worry written all over your face, he turns to you. "Don't worry your pretty little head dearest, it was nothing to be mentioned! Smile dear, you know you're never fully dressed without one!" Pushing the corners of your mouth up with his fingers now, making you smile, before shushing you out of the kitchen so he can cook. Not able to help it but worry, were you about to be figured out?

But over the course of the next few days it all calmed down again, no more police officers or detectives visiting you, which finally calmed your mind. Alastor meanwhile had found a new target, telling you about this man he met the other day and what bothered him. It was all back to normal now, which you were glad about. Till this one dreadful day.

Alastor and you made quick work of the man, your husband telling you to stay home this time to clean up and that he would take care of this on his own. You worried again, but he assured you that he would be quick, after cleaning up and getting rid of any evidence, you cleaned yourself and sat down to wait for your beloved. Yet after hours of not coming back, you grew anxious, desperate even to know what took him so long. As a knock echoes through your house, you rush to the door, opening it ready to scold your husband for taking so long, but your breath stops when a detective stands in front of you.. What happened?

He asked to enter your home, sitting you down on the couch as he took a seat opposite of you on the armchair. "Your husband got shot ma'am, he was burying a corpse, we assume him to be the serial killer at fault for so many murders lately. He passed away instantly, I'm sorry for your loss and to bring you this horrific and murderous news." Your ears were ringing. Huh? Shot? Was that man joking with you? Was he someone Alastor paid to prank you? No, he wasn't the type for these kinds of pranks. Tears were streaming down your face, burying it in your hands now, sobs shaking your whole body. If that stupid man just knew, knew how you helped your husband with everything! Stupid! "Ma'am I-" The detective started, when you darted up, grabbing the man by his hair and throwing him out of your house. "Get lost! Never show up again! Leave.. NOW!" Slamming the door shut now, he probably took this as a shock to knowing who your husband really was, but you knew that already for years. Sinking to your knees, your arms hug around you as your head hits the floor, screams and cries of agony echo through the now empty halls. Your husband, the man you loved so much was dead, just like this? What sick nightmare was this? Cries reduced to soft sobs when your throat started to hurt, by now your body was curled up into itself on the floor and like that, you fell asleep.

The next day you awoke to the sunlight, your body sore from crying and sleeping on the floor, looking around for a second, for Alastor before it doomed on you, he was dead. Shot like an animal.

Your mother accompanied you to identify your late husband, you of course clad in all black. His forehead is now adorned with a hole, the detective explaining to you that he was mistaken for a deer. Asking for some privacy from everyone, you were left alone in the room. If it wasn't for that damned hole he looked like he was simply sleeping, peacefully like the night before. Leaning down to press one last kiss to his temple. "I will always love you my dearest, for now and forever, till I join you in death."

Leaving the room, you didn't dare look back, you were going forward from now on, knowing that someday you would meet him again.

Your mother had offered for you to move back in with her, but you told her despite what he did, he was a lovely husband to you and that you weren't able to yet let go, which she understood. Back at your home, you sat down and just stared at the wall. Why did this have to happen? You could be cuddling together right now or enjoying a meal, but that would never be the case ever again. But you told yourself, swore yourself with that last kiss to his temple that you would carry on in his memory. And so you did, three more murders continued after your husband was dead, till you were discovered.

In front of the law, you were sentenced to the death due to having caused three murders yourself and helped with multiple, carried out by your late husband. You accepted it, not that anyone asked, but you would be seeing your husband again, at least you hoped you would. A few days later after the case was closed and you were sentenced, it happened.

1935'

"Alastor! Dearest! Charlie told me you wanted to see me?" Entering the radio tower with a bright smile, Alastor turned to you with his signature smile. "My beloved! You look lovely as always! Look at you, aren't you a little gem!" He was walking over to you, his red ears on his head bouncing slightly with each step he took. Closing your eyes now as he told you to do so, a sensation of something cold around your neck running through your body now. "Open up doll!" Opening your eyes and looking down, your eyes tear up. It was a necklace, that looked similar to one he gifted you on the first anniversary of your marriage. "Alastor.." Looking up at him, as a few tears escaped your eyes.

"Now now sweetheart, we don't want you crying hm? Smile dear! You know you're never fully dressed without one!" Giggling a little bit at that quote, he had used it so often when you two were alive. Not being able to help yourself, you throw your arms around his neck and pepper kisses all around his face and lastly a big kiss on his lips, you would be apologizing for suddenly kissing him later, but right now you just needed to kiss him. "I'm glad you love it dearest!" His arms are around your waist now as he laughs at the tickling kisses placed on his face, starting to spin you around as with a snip of his fingers music starts to play.

Charlie and Vaggie watch the soft moment from the door, tears streaming from the blonde's face as her girlfriend pulls her away to give you two some privacy.

[wendichester]

I've been reading your stuff all day, and I LOVE it omg

Could you maybe write something where reader is a hunter who works with Sam and Dean from time to time but they don't know each other that well and one day when they come back from a hunt she kind of hurries off because she doesn't want them to know that she can't afford a motel room. But either Dean or Sam finds out that she's been sleeping in her car to save her money for meals etc.

Thank you in advance <3

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ four wheels and an empty stomach,

summary. hunters life really doesn't pay off. you've been sleeping in your car and definitely not eating enough. but tonight, this will be different.

pairing. dean winchester x reader genre. angst

wordcount. 504

notes / warnings. reader experiencing hunger and homelessness. emotional vulnerability. exhaustion. depravation. // i hope you're all safe 🩷

It’s raining by the time you finish cleaning up the hunt. Not a heavy, stormy rain—just that sad, needling kind that soaks into your clothes and makes everything feel a little heavier.

You pull the zipper of your jacket up to your chin and throw a quick wave at Sam and Dean, who are still arguing about where to get burgers.

“I’m gonna head out,” you say, trying to sound casual. “Catch you guys next time.”

Dean’s half-turned toward you, distracted. Sam’s digging through his pockets for the Impala keys. Neither of them really notices when you slip away into the parking lot.

Good. You don’t want them to.

Your car’s parked under a flickering streetlight—ancient, rusty, and barely hanging on like you. You unlock the door as quietly as you can, toss your duffel in the backseat, and climb into the driver's side.

You crank the heater even though you know it’ll drain the battery by morning. Small price to pay to not freeze your ass off.

You curl up on the front seat, hoodie pulled over your head, and close your eyes.

Tomorrow, maybe you’ll have enough cash for a real bed. Maybe not. You’re getting good at pretending the ache in your ribs is anything but hunger.

You’re almost asleep when you hear it.

A sharp knock on the window.

You jolt upright, heart hammering, breath fogging up the glass.

Dean Winchester stands there, rain dripping off the brim of his jacket, frowning like he’s just been punched in the gut.

You scramble to unlock the door, embarrassment burning hot under your skin.

“Dean, I—I was just—” you stammer, no good lie ready.

He doesn’t let you finish.

“Jesus, sweetheart,” he says, voice low and rough, almost broken. “You sleepin’ in your car?”

You grit your teeth, furious at yourself for getting caught. You don’t need pity. You’ve survived worse. You don’t need—

Dean crouches beside the car, rain soaking into his jeans, hands resting gently on the frame like he’s afraid you’ll bolt if he moves too fast.

“Why didn’t you say somethin’?” he asks, so soft it guts you.

You stare down at your hands. “Didn’t wanna be a charity case.”

He lets out a shaky breath, like he’s biting back a hundred things he wants to say.

Finally, he just holds out a hand.

“C’mon,” he says. “We got two beds. You’re not sleepin’ out here. Not while we’re around.”

You hesitate, shame coiling hot and thick in your gut.

Dean’s smile is crooked, a little sad.

“Not charity, sweetheart. Family.”

And somehow, that word hits harder than anything else.

You take his hand.

Dean tugs you out of the car like you weigh nothing, tucks you under his arm like you belong there, like you always have. His jacket is warm around your shoulders, and when you glance up at him, he just squeezes you closer without a word.

The rain keeps falling.

But for the first time in a long time, you’re not alone in it.

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[astraljedi]

He is in love (Joaquin Torres Imagine)

Request: I love angst as much as the next person but I need a Joaquin Torres domestic imagine where he's so in love with reader and they have a healthy relationship

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x Female reader

Warnings: Male provider trope, mention of alcohol. This is mostly fluff, just a loving boyfriend who loves spoiling his girlfriend.

Word Count: 3.33K

Song: You Are In Love by Taylor Swift

A/N: Ugh, I love me some sweet requests like this one! Let me know what you guys think 🫶🏻 -

And he keeps the picture of you in his office downtown And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars

“Breakfast was delicious.” I smile as Joaquin presses a kiss to my cheek. I grab the plate from his hands and place it in the sink with the other dishes I’m currently washing.

“What’s the plan for today?” he asks, nuzzling his face into my neck and leaving soft, wet kisses on my skin. His arms wrap around my waist, holding me close, not wanting to let go even as I move to load the dishwasher.

“First, I have a pilates class at eight, then I need to stop by the supermarket for some groceries.” I turn to face him once I’m done putting away the dishes, looping my arms around his neck.

“Skip the supermarket—we can go together tomorrow after work.”

“Yes sir.” I smile, stepping up on my tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips.

“Today’s your brunch date with the girls?” Joaquin pulls out his wallet from his back pocket and hands me his silver credit card.

“Baby, you don’t have to.”

“Don’t start with me, baby.” He pulls me back into his chest. “I want you to indulge and have fun with the girls. Don’t let them split the check.”

“You spoil me so much.”

“And I love spoiling you.” He kisses the back of my hand with a horrible posh accent. “Tell Simone I hope she had a great time on her honeymoon, but I’m stealing her husband next football Sunday.”

“We already know it.” I roll my eyes playfully. You really can’t come between those two and their Sunday football traditions.

Joaquin throws on his army jacket and heads toward the front door. “By the way, I filled your tank yesterday after I finished washing your car.” He grabs his keys from the small bowl by the door like he always does.

“Thank you! I totally forgot I was supposed to get gas on Friday before coming home.”

“You don’t have to thank me, baby. I like taking care of you.” He gives me a look, reaching for my hand reassuringly. “What’s the point of being your man if I’m not making your life easier?”

I tug on the ends of my red jacket, already zipped halfway over my matching sports bra. “I don’t know what I did before I met you.”

We walk out the driveway and to his car still holding hands, the morning air still crisp. 

My tiny red shorts don’t do much for warmth—but they do something to Joaquin. He keeps sneaking glances at me from the corner of his eye.

“You’re so bad at being subtle.” I giggle, my cheeks blushing. I can’t even blame him—I’m just as bad. I can’t help staring at him either. He wears the same uniform every day and it still drives me absolutely insane. There’s just something about seeing him in his army getup every morning and evening. It never gets old.

He opens the driver’s side door but doesn’t get in yet. Instead, he turns to me, pulling me in by the waist. “I can’t help it. I gotta get my fill of you for the day to survive my long work hours.”

“Don’t be dramatic.” I look up at him, laughing softly, right before one of his hands slips from my waist to grip my ass.

“Baby, the neighbors,” I warn, trying to hide my smile.

His lips brush mine, and I think it’s going to be a sweet, quick goodbye kiss—until it’s not. Suddenly I’m on my toes, hands in his hair, his mouth moving against mine like we’re teenagers making out in the driveway after curfew. His fingers slip just under the hem of my jacket, warm and gentle on my lower back, and for a second I consider dragging him back inside and making him even more late to work.

When we finally pull away, I’m breathless. He tucks a rogue piece of hair behind my ear and grins, boyish and smug.

“Let me know when you leave to meet up with the girls.”

“I will.” I steal one last kiss before he hops into his car. “I love you.”

“Love you too, baby.” He shoots me a wink before backing out of the driveway. I’m smiling like a complete idiot.

When I turn around to walk back into the house, my eyes meet our grumpy old lady neighbor across the street. Mrs. Riley is standing on her porch, arms crossed, already shaking her head in disapproval at our early morning makeout session.

“Good morning, Mrs. Riley,” I call out sweetly, trying not to laugh as she mutters something under her breath. I walk back inside and shut the door behind me, still grinning, trying to calm my racing heart.

By the time my pilates class wraps up, I already have my outfit picked out in my head for brunch with the girls. Mia—my very pregnant best friend—and I went to the mall last Friday, and I found the perfect dress for our monthly get-together.

I shower quickly to wash off the post-pilates sweaty and sticky feeling off my skin. Once I’m clean and dry, I slip into the buttery yellow sundress and tie the dainty straps into delicate little bows on top of my shoulders. The corseted midi dress fits like a glove and pairs perfectly with my favorite platform sandals. It’s perfect for our late brunch reservation and I can’t wait to wear it more next spring.

I grab my phone and walk out of the walk-in closet, heading over to the big mirror tucked into the corner of our master bedroom. I angle my body just a little, sliding one leg forward to show a peek of skin through the slit in the dress. I snap a quick picture and send it to Joaquin.

Leaving soon, love you 💋

His response comes almost instantly—except it’s not a text. It’s a FaceTime call.

The moment his face pops up on my screen and he gets a good look at me, he lets out a low whistle while I show off my outfit with a spin.

“Te ves hermosa, como siempre,” he murmurs into the phone, clearly hiding somewhere in his shared office.

“Aren’t you supposed to be working, Lieutenant?”

“Yeah, but you decided to send me a picture of you in that dress. You’re killing me, baby,” he says, leaning back dramatically in his chair.

“I think you’ll survive, handsome.” I giggle, grabbing my purse from the bed and adjusting the strap over my shoulder.

“I can’t even begin to say the things running through my head right now.” He groans, running a hand down his face. “But if I want to buy you hundreds of dresses like that, I have to keep working. Have fun, sweetheart.”

“I will! And try not to stare at the picture all day. You actually have to get back to work.”

I hear voices in the background, someone entering the room, and Joaquin glances over his shoulder.

“Now I really have to go,” he sighs. “Call me if you need anything.”

I blow him a kiss through the screen before ending the call, my mood lighter than before.

The girls and I usually have brunch at our favorite spot downtown called Oliver. For a Monday, the front patio is surprisingly full, but I head straight inside and make my way toward the back patio where we always sit—our usual reserved table waiting for us.

Oliver has seen us through every season of our lives. When Tiana passed the bar exam. Mia’s first baby shower, three years ago. The day after Simone got engaged to Marcus, two years ago. So many memories tied to this place. And today, for our monthly catch-up, we’re celebrating Simone’s return from her month-long honeymoon in Europe.

“You’re late,” Mia points out, classic Virgo, she never changes.

“I’m sorry,” I say, pulling out a chair and slipping into it. “I had to stop by the florist to pay the deposit for your baby shower.”

“Girl, is that the dress you bought last Friday?” Tiana whistles, raising her champagne glass to me. I laugh and nod—of course she remembers. I sent them a minute-long video haul in the group chat the second I got home.

“Lucky for us Joaquin’s at work,” she teases. “He wouldn’t let you leave the house for days if he saw you in that dress.”

“I sent him a pic and he didn’t even hesitate to FaceTime me like two seconds later.” I grin as the waiter sets a mimosa down in front of me. “Thanks,” I tell him, then take a quick sip.

“Ugh, you guys are so gross.” Mia rolls her eyes playfully and takes a sip of her orange juice.

“Let her live, Mia,” Simone jumps in. “We had to deal with you and Andrew first and none of us complained.”

Tiana and I laugh with Simone as Mia shrugs, pretending like she has no idea what we’re talking about.

“I don’t know what you guys are talking about,” she says, all innocent.

“Oh, Andrew baby, I miss you already,” I say in my best impression of Mia, dramatically grabbing Tiana’s hands across the table.

“Mia, I can’t wait to kiss every freckle on your beautiful face,” Tiana adds, joining in with her own over-the-top impersonation of Mia and Andrew’s honeymoon phase (which, honestly, never ended).

“Oh shut it, people are staring.” Mia throws a piece of bread at us, laughing.

“How’s my baby shower coming along?” she asks, switching topics before we get even more dramatic.

“The flowers and décor are ordered. I’m just waiting on the quote from the company renting the chairs and tables, but mostly everything’s on schedule.” I rattle it off like a checklist, gasping a little once I reach the end. I finish my mimosa and glance at the menu, even though I already know what I’m going to order. I get the same thing every time.

“Andrew and I finished the guest list. Remind me to send it to you later,” Mia says, reaching for her orange juice.

“How do you feel after a month-long honeymoon?” I ask Simone, who’s sitting across from me.

“It was amazing! We went to that restaurant you and Joaquin recommended in Rome—it was so good, we actually went again before leaving for Spain.”

“It’s so good, and the owners are the sweetest,” I add, smiling.

The rest of brunch flows the way it always does with laughter echoing around our table, plates filled with delicious food, and us reminiscing about college and diving into girl talk. Eventually, the waiter sets the bill down, and before anyone can argue, I grab it and slide Joaquin’s card into the little black folder.

“What?” I ask, noticing the three of them smirking at me.

“Oh, nothing,” Simone says, the first to speak. “Just make sure to thank Joaquin for brunch.”

“She didn’t even look at the total,” Tiana points out with a laugh.

“Why would she?” Mia chuckles. “Her man loves spoiling her.”

“As he should,” they all say in unison, like it’s rehearsed. I try to laugh it off, but I can already feel the warmth creeping into my cheeks.

“Our girl is in love,” Tiana sings, just a little too happy from the mimosas.

“You’re the last one of us who hasn’t gotten engaged yet,” Simone says. “What’s he waiting for?”

“We’ve talked about it,” I say, brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “But we just want to enjoy the house for a while. Maybe down the line, ring shopping could be on the table.”

Everyone’s always asking when we’re getting married, when we’re having a baby—but honestly, the stress of closing on the house was enough. Joaquin and I just want to enjoy what we’ve built for a little while before the next big thing.

“It’s been more than a year since you guys moved in,” Mia says, more to herself than to anyone.

“Yeah, but it hasn���t been a year since Joaquin fully recovered from his injuries from that assignment,” I begin, my tone softening. “My fear is that he could get shipped out at any time and I need the security of knowing he’s coming home. I don’t think I can go through what happened last time again.”

The lump in my throat is familiar. So is the weight pressing on my chest.

“Honey,” Simone says gently. She and Mia reach out to grab my hands, and Tiana wraps an arm around my shoulder.

“Have you talked to him about this?” Simone asks.

I nod. “He knows he can’t promise me that kind of security. And I don’t want to be the reason he stops doing what he’s been dreaming of for years. He was so excited when he got that ridiculous suit,” I say, smiling through the ache.

“We’re here for you,” Mia adds softly.

“Thank you, guys.” I exhale, offering a small smile. Even though they can’t fully understand what it’s like, just having them by my side means everything.

After brunch, I need to turn off the racing thoughts and anxiety. I send a quick text to Joaquin:

Just got home and the girls say thank you for brunch today. I’m feeling a little off so I’m going to disconnect for a while. Please let me know when you’re on your way home. Love you.

I change into a soft loungewear set—my favorite one—and head toward the sunroom. Even though Joaquin and I share a spacious office down the hall, something about the warm, golden light in this room helps me breathe easier. It’s become my little sanctuary for working, thinking, or just calming down when I feel overwhelmed.

I pull up the guest list Mia sent me on my laptop and dive into the never-ending to-do list for her baby shower. Before I know it, hours slip by. The sun’s dropped lower in the sky, filling the room with orange and pink hues as golden hour settles in. The soft light makes the space glow, and the record player blasts Taylor Swift’s How You Get The Girl at full volume—definitely not Mrs. Riley-approved. 

“Remind her how it used to be, yeahhh…” I sing along, completely off-key, dancing in place as my half-up hair swishes around my shoulders in soft waves. 

I don’t see Joaquin leaning against the doorway in his army uniform, cap tucked under one arm, while he leans on the doorframe. He doesn’t say a word. Admiring the sight in front of him.

I don’t even realize he’s there.

He stays that way for a while, just watching me in my little bubble—shoulders relaxed, focused, lost in creating something for someone I love. He always says how much he loves watching me work.

"The way your eyes shimmer, how you jump with excitement when something turns out just right—or even better. The way you pour your heart into everything you do… it’s something I’ll never stop falling for," he once said, back when I was planning Mia’s first baby shower. His words stuck with me—still do.

Then the next song starts.

You Are In Love.

“You can see it with the lights out, lights out… You are in love, true love…” I hum along, this time quieter, softer.

“And for once, you let go… of your fears and your ghosts…”

He exhales, quietly, still not wanting to interrupt. But he can’t help it. Not when I’m standing there in my soft two-piece set, glowing in the warm light, surrounded by music in my favorite place in the whole house.

He clears his throat, just loud enough for me to hear.

I jump, my hand flying to my chest. “Joaquin!”

He laughs softly, stepping into the room. “Didn’t mean to scare you, baby.”

“What time is it?” I ask, still a little breathless. “Aren’t you home early?”

“I am,” he says. “I got worried after I read your text. I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

He steps closer, the record still spinning behind me, humming through the speakers. He extends a hand and I take it, letting him gently pull me up from the floor. Without saying anything else, he wraps his arms around me, guiding my hand to his shoulder, his other hand finding the small of my back. He clasps my free hand in his, and I rest my head against his chest as we begin to sway, slow and easy.

And so it goes… You two are dancing in a snow globe, ’round' and ’round…

The song wraps around us, fading into the background as all I can hear is the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. I close my eyes, letting it ground me as we move gently in the same spot just the two of us.

“You’re exactly what I needed,” I say softly, looking up just as the next track begins to play. We stop swaying, but we don’t let go. We stay right there, in each other’s arms.

“Want to talk about it?” he asks, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

“Maybe later,” I whisper. “I want to stay like this.”

He leans down and kisses me—long, deep, and slow. 

Then he whispers, “Over dinner? I brought dinner.”

I smile, my chest aching in that familiar way. “Sometimes I feel like you’re a dream and I don’t want to wake up. I don’t want to get up and realize it was too good to be true.”

He pulls me even closer. “I’m not going anywhere.”

A few weeks later

The backyard is filled with the laughter of kids running wild, family and friends catching up, and a very pregnant Mia sitting at a table, eating and looking completely over it. She’s glowing, but definitely tired of being pregnant. Meanwhile, Andrew is chasing after their three-year-old, Lily, who giggles every time she dodges his outstretched arms like it’s the best game in the world.

I sneak inside to grab more of the appetizers everyone’s loving. As I make my way into the kitchen, I glance out the window, watching the scene outside. My heart feels full. The kind of full that makes you pause and take it in, because it’s not always like this. But right now, it’s perfect.

“Finally, a moment alone with the woman I love,” Joaquin says, wrapping his arms around me from behind. I smile instantly, resting my hands over his and leaning into his warmth.

“You okay?” he murmurs against my ear.

“Just recharging,” I answer, closing my eyes for a second. The sounds of kids’ laughter floating in from the yard melt away the last bits of stress I didn’t even realize I was still holding onto.

“Mia looks so done at this point with pregnancy,” Joaquin says, and we both laugh quietly.

“She does,” I nod. “But I know she loved everything. She cries every time she notices a new detail.”

“I don’t doubt it,” he chuckles.

I turn in his arms to face him, resting my forehead against his chest, my safe place. “Don’t tell her this, but I’m glad it’s almost over,” I laugh, low and tired. “I’m so tired.”

He kisses the top of my head, then rests his chin there, hugging me tighter. “After everyone leaves, you sit back and relax. Marcus and I are in charge of cleaning duty.”

Then, in a soft voice, he adds, “When we get married and fill this house with kids… I hope it feels exactly like this.”

It takes me a second to register what he just said. My breath catches, and I lift my head to look at him. My eyes search his, and I can already feel them welling up. The thought of him chasing after a mini version of us in this same backyard—it’s dizzying.

A little overwhelming and exciting at the same time.

It feels right. 

He catches the look on my face, his eyes soft as he takes it all in too. 

“I hope so too,” I whisper.

[jistarss]

drunk in love ~ haechan

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ summary ! when your best friend drunkenly confesses his feelings for you..

pairing ! haechan x fem!reader

genre ! fluff, non idol au, best friends to lovers au

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ a/n ! not proofread!!

you’re currently sitting in the living room of your apartment, the low hum of the show playing on your tv filling the space.

the soft buzzing of your phone pulling your attention away as you saw your best friends name appear on your screen.

‘haechan?’ you thought, confused on why he was suddenly calling you as he told you he would be out with the boys today.

grabbing your phone you answered the call, pressing your phone against your ear softly,

“hello?” you called out, being met with silence before you heard the sound of shuffling on the other end.

“finally,” he started, his voice slightly slurred, “you took forever to pick up” he adds.

rolling your eyes you ignore his comment, “what do you want, hyuck?”

“open the door” the said boy replies.

“what? why?” you ask, your voice skeptical.

haechan let’s out a huff before replying, “just do it”, he says quickly before hanging up.

letting out a sigh you stand up, making your way to your door and opening it, revealing your best friend on the other side.

“what are you doing here? it’s almost midnight.” you question, raising your eyebrow at the boy.

“it’s never stopped me before” he replies with a teasing smirk

you stare at the boy, a look of suspicion on your face. “are you drunk?” you ask.

“a little” he replies, his smirk growing.

you roll your eyes in response before turning around and making your way back to your couch, silently letting him in.

haechan quickly enters your apartment, closing the door behind him and following behind you.

as you sit down the boy immediately does the same, sitting down close to you.

you notice the boy was staring at you so you let out a laugh, “what?”

“nothing, you just look pretty” he says with a shrug.

“okay?” you raise an eyebrow at the boy. you were used to him calling you pretty so it doesn’t faze you as much anymore.

clearing your throat you decide to ask, “so, what did you need to tell me?”

haechan focuses his gaze to his hands while clearing his throat, “i like you.” he says quietly.

you blink at the boy, confusion dancing over your face, your heart fluttering in the process. “are you serious?” you ask.

you have been friends with haechan for years now and after a while you started to realize you had a crush on him.

he was always nice to you, doing things for you that no one else did and always remembering the little things about you.

“yes. very.” he responds. haechan looks up to meet your gaze before continuing.

“look, i get it if you don’t feel the same way but i need to get this off my chest.” he says, looking down at his hands again.

“no matter what i do i just can’t help but think about you,” he starts while taking a quick glance at you.

“i think about kissing you like way more than i should. you make me laugh and i feel like i can just be myself around you” he finishes, swallowing hard.

“hyuck” you let out softly which reaching out to grab his hand. the boy tenses at your touch but relaxes after you give his hand a comforting squeeze.

“i like you too.” you tell him. haechans head whips up, his eyes wide. “really?” he asks, a flicker of hope appearing in his eyes.

“yes, really. now go to sleep, we’ll finish this tomorrow” you respond, a smile appearing on your lips as you throw a blanket to the boy.

“goodnight hyuck” you call out after the boy gets comfortable, turning off the light and making your way towards your room.

“goodnight, y/n.” he says as he closes his eyes, drifting off to sleep soon after

the next day

haechan let out a groan as he woke up.

his head was throbbing, his throat was dry, and he was confused on why he woke up on your couch.

the boy sat up, rubbing his eyes as they adjust to the brightness of the room.

“good morning, sunshine” you tease as you walk into the living room, a glass of water in one hand and advil in the other.

haechan stares at you as you walk in, his eyes growing wide. “so.. that wasn’t a dream?” he lets out.

“i guess not” you tell him while letting out a laugh as you hand him the glass and medicine.

he quickly swallows down the pills before looking at you. “what exactly did i say?” he asks, barely remembering anything from last night.

“you basically confessed your love for me and said you wanted to kiss me” you reply, letting out a laugh.

the boy lets his body flop back down on the couch, now remembering what happened last night.

another laugh slips through your lips as you watch him.

haechan suddenly sits up, a somewhat serious look on his face.

“wait.. you confessed too!” he exclaims, pointing his finger at you.

“i did.” you confirmed while nodding your head.

the boy stared at you, “so what does that us?” he asks hesitantly.

“still friends,” you start. the boy felt his heart drop, opening his mouth to say something but you beat him to it.

“you never asked me to be your girlfriend” you finish with a shrug while turning to look at him.

noticing the expression on his face you break out into laughter.

“stop laughing, that wasn’t funny!” he tells you. “sorry” you reply, stopping yourself from laughing anymore.

haechan then reaches out for your hand, holding it softly before speaking.

“well y/n, will you be my girlfriend?” he asks, blushing a little as a smile appears on his lips.

“yes donghyuck, i will.” you tell him.

the boy wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in for a hug. after a moment he pulls away slightly, his eyes glancing from your eyes to your lips.

“can i kiss you?” he asks, looking up to meet your gaze. you nod and the boy closes the gap between you, pressing a soft kiss against your lips.

you pull away after a second, “took you long enough.” you tease.

“shut up” the boy scoffs before kissing you again.

[starkwlkr]

Can I request some hung with old man Logan? Something domestic or soemthing like reader baking for him. I love reading fics of Logan and reader being an old married couple

just the two of us | old man logan

an: anon ily for this request old man Logan needs more love <3 credit to pinterest for the gif btw this doesn’t follow the logan storyline so i added laura hope that’s ok!! sorry if there’s an spelling mistakes!

reader and logan live in a nice little cozy home because i said so 😍

“Taste.” You held the wooden spoon up to your husband’s mouth. Logan sighed, he knew you weren’t going to let him walk away without tasting the brownie batter so he licked the spoon.

For a while you had been craving brownies. While Logan was out working, you and Laura drove to the city to pick up the ingredients to make brownies. It was a fun small girls trip until it was time to come back home. Laura had helped you mix everything together until she got tired, she then decided to go up to her room to watch cartoons. You continued working on the brownies by yourself, that’s when Logan had arrived from work and now here you were giving him a taste test.

“So?” You waited for an answer.

“Bub, you are the best baker in this whole town, city, state, planet.” Logan was going to dip his finger in the batter until you slapped it away.

“No! You’re going to wait like the rest of us, but I did tell Laura she could have the first brownie so just wait.” You told him.

Logan groaned and walked to the kitchen sink and washed his hands. “How was your day?”

Logan always asked about you day. It didn’t matter if you stayed home and read a book or did some gardening, he wanted to know.

“Good. Laura and I read a new book, we went to buy ingredients to make brownies and now my old man is home so I’d say it’s been a pretty good day.” You started to pour the brownie batter into a pan.

He didn’t mind you calling him old man, in fact, he loved it. Yeah, he wasn’t as young as he used to be, but you still loved him. You did admit to him many times that the grey hair was a turn on for you, which made him laugh.

Before you could react, Logan quickly dipped his finger in the batter and licked it clean.

“James! Don’t you dare do it again!” You scolded him. “These are for Laura too.”

“Come on, Laura’s not going to know that I ate some batter,” Logan leaned on the counter next to you. “I’ve been thinking. .”

“Oh no, that’s concerning.” You teased, finishing up with the brownies and putting them in the oven. You turned to face him then wrap your arms around him, bring him closer to you.

Logan chuckled at your response. “I’ve been thinking about taking you and Laura to some place nice. We can do that family shit you always talk about.”

You laugh at his choice of words. “Family shit, yeah that’s what I said.”

“Tomorrow then, I’ll drive us to the nicest place you’ve ever seen, get some ice cream, watch a movie, whatever you want.” Logan leaned in closer, you doing the same.

Before your lips could touch, Laura interrupted you asking about the brownies.

“Not yet, my love, I just put them in. I’ll call you when they’re done,” You pulled away making Logan groan. Laura nodded then ran up to her room. You noticed the frown on his face so you quickly gave him his after work kiss. “Don’t be so sad, old man, the neighbor’s kid wants to have a sleepover with Laura this weekend so it’ll just be the two of us.” Logan definitely liked the sound of that.

Half an hour later, the brownies were ready. Laura took several with her to her room while you and Logan took a plate outside to the patio where your porch swing was. It was a beautiful evening, it wasn’t too hot or too cold, and now you were ending the night beside your husband eating some homemade brownies.

“I think Laura is going to ask you for a dog.” You mention, scooting closer to Logan and laying your head on his chest. You held a brownie up to him so he could take a bite.

“No, we are not getting a dog.” He said.

“It would be nice, you know . . .” You bit the brownie after Logan.

“Is this why you made brownies? You want me to get you and Laura a dog?” He looked down at you.

“No, but can you?”

He sighed defeatedly. “I’ll think about it.”

[f1fantasys]

Thought you were mine all along, guess I was wrong - Part 9

Summary - pretty sure you can guess from the warnings below ;) Can be read as a standalone if you just want smut.

Warnings - filthy smut, minors DNI PLEASE. penetrative sex, unprotected sex, oral sex both m! and f! receiving, blowjob, fingering, squirting, cockwarming, anal sex, swearing, dirty talk.

A/N - THANK YOU so much if you're still following this story. I'm so so happy with how it turned out and I had so much fun writing the never ending smut in this chapter.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8.

6K+ words!

That night was the last time you saw Lando in person. You'd went into it with nerves, fear even, but you left feeling lighter, hopeful. Even though he hurt you, so much, you always knew a part of you could never hate him, but rather always love him, and to somewhat have him back in your life was the best feeling you'd had in recent months, so you'd take it.

Lando was busy preparing for the new season, training camps, assessments, sponsor events, and so he was hardly home in the last couple of weeks, only dropping in for a day or two here and there, never getting the chance to meet up since you yourself were busy prepping, but you were content with how things were at the minute. You'd kept in touch, more so than you'd initially hoped so, but things were going well. Texting through the day, Facetimes almost every other night, talking about everything and nothing. You could see Lando was still reserved, not wanting to push boundaries and make you uncomfortable, for which you were grateful. Things were slowly sliding into place, and you were here for it. Each time you saw his face on your screen, butterflies re-ignited in your stomach, heat crawling through your body whenever he gave you a dimpled-smile, and not to mention how your cunt throbbed for him when he'd called you after his assessment, sweat dripping off his body.

It was the Friday before pre-season testing started next week, so that only meant one thing - a final hurrah at Jimmyz to close in the winter break with all of your close friends, work related and non-work related.

Lando was still in the UK, he was only flying home to Monaco this weekend to pack and then head off to Bahrain. which is where you knew you'd see him again. But as you were getting ready, your phone buzzed with a message from him.

''Flying back home, see you tonight at Jimmyz?''

Your heart pounded. Yes you fucking wanted to see him, but still, a part of you was nervous, shy almost because things were slowly falling into place and it was only a matter of time until there was a shift between the two of you. It suddenly felt like your crush was texting you as a blush crept up your neck and face. But before you could reply, another message came through.

''If you want, I know you'll be there but I can skip it if you're not..ready..no pressure :)''

You smiled to yourself, quickly typing out your response.

''Relax Lan, of course I want you there..can't wait to see you x''

You knew him so well you practically heard him let out a breath somewhere.

Sliding into your white satin dress for the evening, you touched up on your hair and makeup, look finished with a pair of stunning heels. It had been a long time since you've felt this good getting all dressed up, and it may or may not be due to a certain someone.

The night started off well, mingling and dancing, downing drinks like there was no tomorrow, but it wasn't long until you were getting ants in your pants, waiting patiently for Lando to show up. You eyes were scanning the crowds every few minutes, each time disappointing you more and more. You weren't mad, no. Just desperate.

''He's on the way'' George leaned in and whispered in you ear at one point as you tried to straighten your face and not be affected by him telling you that. You responded by downing the little of his drink that was left, walking off and hearing him laugh to himself.

You were currently at the bar, chatting to Carmen when you saw him over her shoulder, greeting fellow drivers but mind obviously somewhere else - looking around until his eyes finally landed on yours, biggest smile gracing his face.

The man looked delicious, if you could say that. He had on a pair of jeans with a black button up, obviously only literally half of the buttons were actually done up, revealing his broad chest and a silver necklace, with a backward cap, a few curls sticking out here and there. You gawked at him as he walked up to you, a heat creeping up your neck as you saw his eyes shamelessly roam your body, spending a few seconds too long on your cleavage, that was barely contained with the dress you were wearing.

Carmen realized the reason for your ''zoning out'' so she not so subtly slid away, leaving an empty spot for Lando.

Finally, he was within touching distance, the smell of his perfume over taking your senses. You legs felt like jelly, suddenly not knowing how to act in front of him, what to say, but you couldn't help but let out a chuckle when his eyes once again landed on your boobs. A deer caught in headlights, his eyes snapped up back to yours as he smiled again, biting his lip.

''Sorry, hi'' he said, leaning in to wrap his arms around you as you did the same. Your whole body was tingling, electricity waking up your nerves. You mentally cursed yourself for being this shy. Lando had seen every inch of you before, the good, the bad, physically and mentally. And vise versa - you'd seen every inch of him. He held you close, tight, and you felt him take a big breath in as he nuzzled his face in your hair. His arms felt strong around you, caging you in and holding you impossibly close against his body.

The next 30 minutes were spent chatting, flirting, touching, the alcohol in both your systems coming to the surface. And it wasn't long until you were on the dance floor with your friends, your ass grinding against his front as his hands roamed your body.

Yes things have gotten from 0 to 100 far too quickly, but you didn't care. You need him. And from the way he was leaving wet kisses down your jaw, he needed you just as much.

You tried to stay put for as long as possible, not give in to you desperation, but when Lando turned your body around to face his, the look in his eyes told you everything.

''Please'' you whispered, not knowing if he'd even hear you but you were pretty sure you were on the same page. That was all Lando needed to hear though.

Before you knew it he was roughly pulling you behind him in the direction of the bathroom, his hands holding yours so tight as if he was afraid you'd change your mind.

Lando opened the door, roughly pushing you inside, locking it. And within seconds he was cupping your face, lips crashing into yours. You were like animals, starved. The kiss was hungry, messy, sloppy, teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance. You won when he took a breath, sliding your tongue across his bottom lip and slipping into his mouth. The first taste you got of him had you whimpering, legs like jelly again because you'd wished for this moment to happen again for months. Lando's hold on your face should have hurt, but it felt anything but that, if anything, it turned you on even more. It almost felt like a claim. A claim he had on you.

You pulled back for air, letting Lando's mouth roam down to your neck, sucking and biting at your sweets spots that he remembered so well while your hands found his head, pulling his cap off and finding his hair, pulling and tugging on it as his tongue soothed over the bruises for tomorrow. His hands slid down to your legs, creeping under your dress as he slowly pulled it up over your thighs.

''This ok?'' he asked, breathless.

''Mm, more than'' you said, pulling his face up back to your for another dirty kiss, letting his tongue into your mouth this time while his hands traveled closer and closer to your throbbing pussy.

Lando pulled back when he realized you weren't wearing any panties, his fingers coming into contact with your sticky juices. His voice sounded raw, hoarse, ''No panties? Should have known'' he said, smirking.

You were about to bite back, but your words got caught in your throat when he quickly thrust two fingers through your hole, deep and hard sending you into a series a moans, biting down on his neck.

His pace was relentless, adding a third finger and repeatedly hitting against your G-spot as you clung onto him for life, not trusting yourself to hold yourself up.

''Fuck, Lando, right there'' you moaned again, already feeling an impending orgasm building up.

''So tight baby, takes me so well'' he whispered in your ear before biting down at it.

''M'close'' you mumbled, concentrating on the way his fingers expertly slid in and out of you, almost to the beat of the muffled music, and before you knew it you were shuddering in his arms, coating his fingers in your milky cum as he slowed his movements, riding you through your orgasm as gasps of air left your mouth.

Lando pulled his fingers out, eyes trained on yours as licked them clean, eyes closing when he got a taste of you while you watched on with hooded eyes, chest heaving.

Time stood still for a couple of moments, the both of you coming to terms of what just happened and what was to inevitably happen next.

You took a few seconds to take Lando in. Your fingers tracing his perfectly contoured jaw, his stubble grazing against you. His own fingers traced the curve of your lips ever so softly, stark contrast to how rough he was just a few minutes ago.

''Ýou okay?'' he asked softly, suddenly worried he'd gone too far.

You quickly nodded your head. ''I am, but..I need more. Please take me home Lan'' you said confidently, because it's what you wanted.

His whole demeanor changed. Worried look disappearing from his face, eyes darkening, his hold on you tighter.

''Yeah?''

''Please''

The next few minutes were a blur. The both of you rushing out of the club, ordering a taxi, you practically on his lap in the back seat as he kissed you senseless, tongues lapping each other.

The uber driver eventually had to clear his throat when you'd arrived at Lando's, and you were sure to leave a generous tip before Lando literally carried you out of the car, throwing you over his shoulder as he practically ran to the elevator.

He put you down before pushing you back to the wall, gently cupping your face as he brought his down to yours for yet another kiss. It was slower this time, so much more meaningful, but still deep and sloppy.

Next thing you knew you were being pushed into his apartment, the door slamming shut behind you as he picked you up again, sprinted to his room and throwing you down on the bed, ripping your dress apart in his hands as you gasped with shock.

''Lando!'' you shrieked, but the look in his eyes was that of a man on a mission. He was ready to devour you and you were so ready for it.

''You look better without it'' he said, eyes trained on your bare boobs, nipples hardening with the cool air.

You watched as he pulled back, unbuttoning his own shirt and discarding his jeans, leaving him in just his boxers.

Before he hovered over you, he had to ask again. ''Are you sure? We can pause if this is too much'' he said.

''I'm sure Lan. I need you so fucking bad right now. Please'' you begged, for the thousandth time tonight.

''I need you too baby. Gonna make you feel so good ok..?'' he said as you nodded in agreement, body tinging with anticipation.

He leaned down to catch your lips again while his hands found your breasts. His touch had you gasping through the kiss, back arching off the bed as he rolled your peaked nipples through his fingers harshly, lowering his head further until he was level with them.

One of his hands reached up, tapping two fingers at your lips to allow you to slide them in, while his own lips closed around your left nipple, sucking on it harshly before soothing over it with his tongue. Your own tongue, was sucking on his fingers, teeth grazing over them every now and then, responding to the overdrive Lando was sending you body into.

You could feel his thick girth through his boxers, a wet patch forming against your stomach as you tried to use your legs to rid him of his briefs, but he was quick to pull back, fingers still pressing into your mouth.

''Patience love, or the night will end before it even begins'' he said, voice stern and hoarse.

''Need more'' you barely mumbled as he removed his fingers from your mouth, a string of your spit still connected to them as he circled them around your nipples, bottom lip between his teeth.

He lowered his hands down your torso, edging closer and closer to you cunt when suddenly he pulled back, completely removed himself from on top of you.

''Why, what are you doi-''

''Touch yourself'' he said, sternly.

''What?'' you asked again, stumped, as he stood back up and rid himself of his boxers. You couldn't help but let out a strangled moan as his cock bounced against his stomach, rock hard, throbbing.

''Lando?'' you questioned when you finally found your words again.

He walked over to his bedside cupboard, fishing out bottle of lube before settling on a couch that was in the corner of his room, a smirk on his face.

''You heard me'' he said, squeezing some lube onto his hand before returning it to his cock, sliding it up and down. ''Wanna watch you get off yourself first''

You let out a sigh as you collapsed back onto the bed, frustrated, turned on, everything. The man was slowly killing you.

''Baby'' he called out, the nickname catching you off guard at the difference in his tone. It was softer this time.

You leaned on your elbows, looking up at him, gauging his reaction to see if he was actually serious, and the look on his face did in fact tell you so.

''Need some lube?'' he asked as your one hand squeeze a boob, while the other slowly made it way down your body.

''No, I'm like fucking Niagra falls right now'' you pressed, sending a smirk his way as his hands quickened on himself.

You finally reached your cunt, sliding your fingers through your dripping folds as you closed your eyes and imagined that it was Lando who was touching you. You thought about his calloused fingers, rough, pressing through your slit before circling at your clit, pinching and pulling at it. Your actions had you let out a whimper, while Lando's own moans left his mouth at the sight in front of him.

You, splayed out on his bed, naked, wet, touching yourself, his name leaving your lips as you finally slid two fingers through your cunt. ''That's it baby, fuck yourself'' he edged you on.

Your walls clenched around your fingers tightly as you set a quick pace, thrusting them in and out, adding a third finger as well. You always needed a good stretch before you had Lando's cock.

''Lan.. I need-fuck, uh'' you whimpered some more, short gasps leaving your body as you felt your orgasm approaching. You managed to open your eyes, look down at Lando who's eyes were fixated on you, his hands moving ridiculously quickly over himself. ''Go on baby, stretch yourself out for me, yeah? Gonna let me fuck you 'til you can't walk?'' he barely managed to say between breaths.

His words were quick to send you over the edge, your body shuddering as you came a hot sticky liquid allover your fingers, crying out Lando's name as you shivered. You don't know how you got the energy, but you somehow mustered some to get up and practically crawl off the bed and down to the floor or reach Lando on the couch, wasting to time in replacing his hands with your mouth as you took him in, sucking hard before deep throating him.

''Huh, fucking hell Y/N'' he stuttered, hands pushing your hair out of your face as he lifted his hips slightly, fucking his dick into your mouth for all of ten seconds before spilling his cum, warm and milky down your throat, screams of your name leaving his own lips.

You pulled back when you sucked him dry, the both of you breathless, chests heaving. Lando looked down at you, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips, contrary to the look he had on not 30 seconds ago. You were a mess.

A complete mess. On your knees, between his legs, his slick juices in your disheveled hair, his cum on your face, dripping down to your thighs, as you let your fingers scoop some up, bringing them to your mouth to suck on, all while looking up at him like a sight for sore eyes.

He reached a hand down to cup your face. ''So fucking dirty, but so fucking incredible'' he mumbled, latching his lips to yours for a slow kiss. ''Think you're ready for me?'' he asked.

You stood up and straddled hi slap, already feeling him growing hard again as your ground yourself down.

''Always'' you said, leaving wet kisses all over his face before eventually moving down to his neck.

His damn thick neck.

Besides his dick, and his hair, and his smile, okay and his eyes, his neck was one of your favorite parts of his body.

You clawed at his neck, nails dragging against his skin as you it down and suckled on random spots, Lando letting out a series of groans, his hands digging into your hips.

''Y/N, no marks. test-fuck. Testing next week'' he mumbled as he bought your face up to kiss you again.

You lifted yourself to your knees, reaching down to take his cock into your hand, pumping him before sliding it through your slick folds. ''Let me ride you?'' you asked, desperately, your pussy clenching around nothing but the feel of him at your entrance.

Lando didn't answer, instead to replaced your hands with his own, his other still at your waist, pushing you to sit down on him with no warning, bottoming out.

You gasped at the intrusion, his thick girth stretching you out perfectly but painfully so, your faces inches away from each others, breaths mingling. Lando's breath cooling your face as he spoke. ''You're so fucking tight'' he said as you braced your hands on his shoulders, lifting yourself up, almost so was fully out of you, before ramming yourself down again, an obscene moan leaving your lips at the feeling.

Lando's head fell back on the sofa, eyes shut and mouth taking deep breaths as you set a relentless pace, slamming yourself up and down his shaft, and with the quick pace you were going, yes it felt bloody amazing but there were sharp pains shooting through your body. You didn't care though, all you knew was that you were right where you were meant to be.

''Lando, fuck, please. Oh god'' you mewled as whimpers, guttural moans left your body, Lando's own matching yours. The only sounds in the room were those of your pornographic groans and skin slapping against skin.

In no time you felt the warmth in your stomach, each movement of yours becoming sloppy by the second, so much so that Lando had to jolt up and fuck himself in and out of you, all while holding your jelly-like body up.

''You feel fucking amazing baby, doing so good f'me. Gonna cum? Then let me take you from behind?'' he said between bated breaths, while you bit down on his shoulder, nodding your head though you weren't even sure if he got your response.

His words though traveled straight down to your cunt, your body trembling in his arms as you came, hard, with a lewd moan of his name, clenching you walls tightly around his throbbing dick.

Lando sat back again and looked down to see his cock coated with your juices, quickly giving him enough adrenaline and energy to stand up, with you in his arms, dick still buried deep within you, and walk over to the bed, flop you both down so now he was hovering about you, setting his own pace of thrusting in and out continuously, ploughing in and out as his mouth latched on to you nipple harshly.

Your mind was blank, the only sense you had was that of Lando's actions, unable to speak, unable to even let out any moans, rather just short gasps for air as you wrapped your legs around his body, tight as possible, hands pulling at his hair painfully.

''Uhhh fuck baby you feel so good, too good, letting me fuck you like this. You like it?'' he asked, nuzzling his face into your neck.

''Fuck-fuck me more. Harder, please'' you pleaded with him.

By now he was like a machine on autopilot. Your bodied moving together like this was all you did all day everyday, perfectly in sync, making a mess of one another.

Sheets of sweat were slowly coating your bodies, sticking to each other in the best ways possible.

Lando knew your body inside out. He knew you were close. You just needed that edge to push you over, and so when he brought his hand down to your clit, barely flicking over it, and you were a mess again.

Body shaking violently in his arms as you released your juices all over his cock again, stars in your eyes, but suddenly it all stopped. He'd pulled out. You opened your eyes, and before you could comprehend what was happening, Lando's tongue was on you.

He was lapping against your pussy, sucking up and swallowing your release while holding your folds open with his fingers. His tongue was hot against you, your back arching off the bed as he repeatedly slid it through your hole.

''Lan I can't! Too much, shit'' you hissed, body already beginning to tremble again.

He pulled back. Lower face of his face messy, dripping, with you. ''Want me to stop?'' he asked, very well knowing your answer.

A blush crept up on your face, because no, you didn't want him to fucking stop. You quickly covered your face with your hands as you said ''no'' but Lando was quicker to stop your movements.

''Don't ever hide your face from me. I want all of you baby'' he said softly, and not waiting for an answer before diving back to your cunt, licking over and over your clit, rolling it between his lips before biting down on it.

Your hands found his hair, tugging at it as you came yet again, you'd honestly lost count of the times of times he'd made you orgasm tonight. But you weren't complaining. You were somewhat surprised at how he was holding on. Yeah, he had the stamina of a fucking bull, but still. He rode you through the orgasm, slowing his movements and being ever so gentle with you.

It wasn't until he rammed into you again with no warning, the both of you grunting at the feeling, his cock throbbing, twitching uncontrollably inside of you as he set another quick pace, clearly chasing his own high now.

''Baby, fuck, I've missed your pretty pussy so much. Gonna fuck you every day for the rest of our lives, stretch your little cunt up and make you mine'' he hissed, spit flying through his mouth as he spoke.

You, for one, were long gone. Too fucked out to react. All you could do was watch, adore him from underneath him, and thank the heavens for putting the two of you together like this. A single tear slid down your face at his words, and he was quick to lean down, take the tear into his mouth as his movements started faltering, barely able to hold himself up now.

''Where do you want it?'' he asked, voice raspy as he was on the precipice of letting go.

''In me!'' you found your voice, all but screaming it out because you needed to feel him fill you up.

And not ten seconds later, you were sent one way, while Lando was emptying his seed deep within you, warm, milky, sheets of cum literally filling you to the brink as both of your bodies shuddering and whimpered in each others arms.

Lando let his weight fall on top of you, both of you panting, chests heaving, bodies shivering from the cool air settling on your sweat.

You wrapped your arms around him, leaving tiny kisses on his neck/shoulder as he continued to tale deep breaths in your neck.

His next words shook you to your core.

''I love you'' every so softly, almost as if he were afraid you'd actually hear what he said.

When you didn't respond, he pulled back, his eyes met with your tear-clad eyes. You cupped his face, running a finger through his bottom lip.

''I love you too Lan, more than anything'' you said.

He smiled, the first proper smile since he'd first laid his eyes on you tonight. No dark, lustful eyes, but just those of love and admiration.

You pulled him down, kissing him for the thousandth time as he softened inside of you.

Eventually though, you both got so cold, so he pulled out, making you wince at the loss of contact before disappearing into the bathroom to get a cloth to clean you up.

You watched with hooded eyes as he returned, and for a split second the darkness returned to his eyes.

Dick half hard (already!) he gently pushed the mixture of cum that was dripping out of your cunt back in, before pulling out, leaning down and licked a hot strip up your slit. You were already numb down there, so hardly even reacted to his motives, but you continued watching him, mouth agape as he leaned down to you and let the cum drip down into your own mouth, before letting his tongue slide in to tangle with yours.

After a few minutes of coming back to earth, he cleaned you up, properly this time, before pulling the covers up, spooning you tightly from behind and whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Just as you were about to fall asleep, you felt his dick twitch against your ass, Lando shifting behind you, letting out a stifled groan. You couldn't help but giggle. Man really had stamina tonight.

''I'm all yours Lan'' you mumbled sleepily, knowing he'd catch on as it was something that you'd done all too well before.

''Fucking hell. You sure?'' he whispered.

''Yes'' you replied, too quickly for your liking.

You shifted your one leg forward, creating just enough room for him to run his dick through your folds, before pushing in ever so slowly, the both of you wincing at the pain of being over-stimulating but not backing out of your motives.

''You ok?'' he asked once he was fully in, pulling your leg back to get you comfortable again.

''Yeah'' you said, a few quick gasps leaving your lips as you got used to the intrusion that was there to stay.

You weren't sure how long you'd been asleep, but at some point Lando shifted, cock still hard as rock, causing your eyes to shoot open, mind scrambling to comprehend where you were.

Then he moved again, and you couldn't help but let out an involuntary moan. You turned your head to look back at Lando, who was still in dreamland, a soft snore leaving his lips.

You should have gone back to sleep, but suddenly your pussy, which was still on overdrive, was throbbing again, painfully clenching around him. You shifted your body again, creating a friction that you so desperately craved, causing Lando to buck

Then, Lando was awake, his hands grabbing your hips tighter than ever and thrusting, hard, deep, slow strokes making you whimper.

No words were exchanged, just the two of your using each other to get off, gasps and moans filling his silence.

You came very quickly, quicker than you did with your other orgasms from the night, biting down on your lip so hard you swore you could taste blood.

His voice then came through. ''Let me hear you'' he mumbled, lips finding your neck, short, labored breathing fanning you.

You listened, letting out lewd moans as you came down from your high, when all of a sudden Lando pulled out, man handling your body to be on all fours in front of him.

He leaned down so his lips were by your eyes. ''Gonna let me fuck your ass baby?'' he whispered as you let out a cry, somewhat excited but nervous with just how much you were pushing each other tonight.

You weren't one to say no though. How could you refuse him?

So you nodded your head, no strength to talk.

''Words, y/n'' he warned. You should have known, he'd never do anything without hearing the words from your mouth yourself.

''Yes'' you managed.

Lando reached for the lube as you braced your hands on the headboard, sticking your ass out in the air and spreading your legs a bit.

You sighed out loud when his finger ran through your folds, collecting your cum before he gentle brought it to your hole, not rushing but rather nuzzling it at your entrance for a few seconds before lightly pushing in. Whimpering, you let your head rest on your arms as your grip on the headboard tightened. Lando was the last you'd had anal sex with, it wasn't something you'd done with Mitch, so safe to say a few months without it had you feeling tight as fuck.

''Feel okay if i add a second?'' he asked, hand gripping your waist tightly as his finger pressed fully into you.

''Yeah'' you barely managed to whisper, gasping some more when he pulled out and applied more pressure when he pushed two fingers in, stretching them out a bit.

''Fuck, Lando. oh my god. Don't-don't know how I'll take you. You're too bi-''

''You'll take me like you've always taken me. So bloody good he said, increasing his pace, letting out moans to match yours.

You were sure you cum just from his fingers, but you tried to hold out as long as possible, getting impatient to feel his cock.

''Lan please, need you'' you said, turning your head back to look at him.

The light shining in the room from the street lights were hitting his face perfectly, making him look angelic even though his actions were anything but. He had a sheet of sweat, dripping down his face and making his curls stick to his forehead, bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he looked down at your ass, concentrating on his task at hand.

He said nothing as he removed his fingers completely, bringing them up to his lips before letting them out with a pop. Then his hands found his cock, squeezing some lube on it and also letting a string of his spit drip down, coating himself.

You internally swooned at the man. Every movement of his hotter than he other.

''Gonna make you feel so good babygirl'' he said, nickname making your curl you toes with anticipation.

You shut your eyes as his tip touched your hole, pushing in inch by inch, grunts along with you, until he was fully in.

''Wait, please'' you asked of him, needing a minute to adjust to the obtrusion.

''Take your time, love, we'll go at your pace'' you said, one hand still pressing into your hips while the other soothes your back, running up and down.

You were definitely high off sex, or Lando rather. You heart clenched at the way he called you 'love,' as a single tear ran down your cheek.

He must have figured you were an emotional wreck when his worried voice came through, pulling you up to rest your back against his chest.

''Baby please. Do you want to stop?'' he asked, wiping away at your tears.

You were quick to shut that idea down, shifting your head from side to side as your hands found his, holding onto them tightly.

''No, I just..I'm glad you're here. I've missed you so much'' you said, saying the last two words so softly you weren't sure he even heard them.

In an instant, his arms were wrapped around your torso, resting his head on your shoulder. ''I missed you too my love. And I couldn't be happier to have you in my arms right now. I'm never, ever letting you go again. I love you too much to even think about it'' he said softly, stifling a sob from you.

You stayed like that for a few minutes, just embracing each other and letting the moment linger. That was until his dick twitched inside of you, making you let out the most ungodly moan.

Lando chuckled at you, eager now. ''Ready?'' he asked.

''As I'll ever be. Take me'' you said, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

His body language changed then and you swooned with anticipation as his hand snaked around your neck, lightly squeezing you as he placed his other hand on your ass, pushing against you to slide himself out, almost fully, before thrusting in again in a long, hard stroke.

Then, it was game on. Lando setting apace that was matching your breaths, hard and quick, rough, thrusting in and out of your ass as you clenched tightly around him, vulgar words and moans flying out your mouths.

''Go one baby, just like that, letting me use you like my whore. Fucking hell'' he moaned, speed increasing but movements getting sloppy very quickly.

''Oh Lan, I'm so close, god it feels so good'' you mumbled in broken sentences, body beginning to tremble.

With no warning an orgasm took over, cum gushing out of your cunt messing all of Lando's thighs and the bed sheets, thick, hot cum leaking out of you as dirty groans left your mouth.

Lando was right behind you. One look at just how much cum had left your body made him spiral, sheets of cum shooting out of him, through you, on your back, everywhere, his hips bucking uncontrollably into yours as he too had to lean over you to grab onto the headboard to steady himself.

You stayed like that, chests heaving, bodies shivering, Lando's cock softening against your ass as neither made an effort to move, until it was all too much and you couldn't hold each other up any longer, collapsing onto the bed.

Your bodies were sticky, messy as you practically let your body onto Lando's, putting all your weight on him as he held you tight.

It was a moment that held a lot, no words needed to be spoken knowing exactly where you were with one another. Lando's hands tangled in your hair, combing it through his fingers while he left soft kisses on you temple.

Turns out you were right, from the beginning.

He was yours all along.

Please please please let me know what you think, and if you have any suggestions on how I can improve my writing. There may or may not be an epilogue coming your way soon because I need to round the story up somehow.

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𝐁𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐧

Rating: 18+ minors DNI

Summary: What starts off as a regular Spring Break attending Wrestlemania for Alana, takes an unexpected turn, landing her in a fantasy come to life. The Tribal Chief is in need of unwinding after his victory and he chose her.

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Black Fem OC

Warnings: NSFW // Smut // Age gap // Profanity // Adultery

Word count: 8.9k (sorry lol)

Inspo: Biggest Fan by Chris Brown

A/N: This took way longer than it should've, but I'm actually proud of myself for finishing. Y'all don't know how many times I've started writing something in the past and never finish. There's drafts of unfinished everything on my laptop.

This is my first time posting my writing on any platform. I hope y'all like it. I tried to proofread as much as I can, but I'm honestly tired of reading it lol. I feel like I'm going to realize its shit and delete it all.

Disclaimer // Part Two // Biggest Fan Masterlist // Roman Reigns Masterlist // Join My Taglist // Main Masterlist

“I wonder if the Usos will come out.”

“Yeah, probably,” I respond to my roommate Demi, only half as concerned as she is. The Usos are the last thing on my mind. They’re her choice of poison. I’m here for one man and one man only.

I survey the crowd of strangers surrounding us. All in Bloodline gear waiting for the same thing. The Main Event. They all probably spent a fortune months ago just to be in the very same spot she and I stole tickets for.

It wasn’t on purpose. We originally had nosebleeds. We were lucky to even have those, seeing as we snagged them just days ago. The frail older man outside the doors waving a chunk of tickets in his hand, was an angel in disguise. He waved and waved until two tickets went flying into the thick crowd of people all pushing to just get into the main doors of the building. 

Demi and I searched on hands and feet for those tickets that no one else seemed to be looking for. Imagine our disbelief seeing them all dirtied and stepped on by the door and they read floor seats. Not just any floor seats. The ones located directly next to the entrance ramp with a clear shot of the ring. Fucking jackpot.

don’t be acting all fanned out when he walks by either

I smirk reading the text my brother sent. Yeah, right. Maybe three years ago, a young Alana would’ve woke up tomorrow morning with no voice from losing my shit, watching the Roman Reigns walk by me. But it's not five years ago. I’m not a teenager in my room waiting at the TV with my golden glove on, throwing my one’s up and giving an acknowledgment he couldn’t even see. 

Who am I fooling? That teenage girl, although buried deep, still lives within me. Otherwise I wouldn’t even be here. I wouldn’t have spent the two thousand my dad gave me to enjoy my spring break on a plane ticket to LA, a hotel and tickets to Wrestle-mania 39. I’d be like the rest of the Juniors at my university. Bar hopping in Mexico or in Miami half naked strutting down Collins Ave.

I go back and forth between scrolling on my phone, daydreaming, and loosely watching the matches that come. Before I know it, the moment I’ve been waiting for all night and damn near all my life rises to the forefront.

The lights dim and the first beats of the drums ring loud throughout the stadium, matching the acceleration of my heartbeat. This is really happening. He’s about to come out and walk right past me. Everyone around me pulls their phones out on the ready, accompanied by a roar of screams just as loud as the orchestra performing his music. 

Too concentred on the entry way anticipating his figure, I forget I even have a phone. No, I need to feel this thoroughly. No middle man between me and this unforgettable experience.

We all wait in collaborative angst until his tall figure emerges and my breath gets caught in my throat. The aura and the energy he carries is all consuming, demanding the attention of every person present, even his haters. Solo and Paul flank behind him following his slow and steady pace until he comes to a hard stop. 

The cameraman is dangerously close as he kneels to catch him from an angle down below. This is so surreal. On cue his pyro lights fire, upping the excitement from the crowd if even possible. Everyone is already losing their minds. Even Demi’s screams threatened to take out my right eardrum despite her main infatuation resting with the Usos.

His mesmerizing eyes scan the crowd with a slight nod of approval and then they land on…me? Time stills and I can’t hear the noise around me. Was he staring at me? 

As much as I want to look around for confirmation that his eyes are indeed locked on me, I’m hypnotized. The slight scrunch of his brows and his dark pupils paralyze me in place. Jesus, Lana. Move. Smile. Wave. Shit, do something.

He’s fucking beautiful. Carved from stone. Kissed by the sun. Hair wet and hanging. Ula Fala draping perfectly around his neck. Full beard with a hint of greying. And his chest. God, his chest. His abs rippled perfectly. I’m scared to even blink, at the risk that I’ll miss something.

A thick pink tongue slithers out over his lips and I heat up from the inside out. My god.

In a flash he looks onward to the ring on the move again and the world returns to its original state. 

I turn to face Demi whose eyes are wide like a saucer. “Biiiitch,” she drags out and we break into a fit of laughter.

“Okay, so I’m not bugging?” My brows dent. 

“No. No, I saw it too,” she assures me. “That man was definitely eye fucking you.” My face heats replaying the scene back in my head. “That was so surreal. He’s so much bigger in person…” Her voice trails off once I get lost in my thoughts watching him hold his titles up in the center of the ring. He moves like a king. Like everywhere he goes he expects everyone to bow gracefully and fall at his feet. It makes him even more attractive than just what the eyes can reach. Fuck me. This is going to be a long night.

Demi got her wish. The Usos came out but their stunt didn’t last too long due to an appearance from Sami and Kevin. Somehow, Roman still took home the win. Still the champion. Still on top. Still the man.

The whole match, I could only half way focus on him and his god-like figure moving about in the ring. The other half of me was still stuck in the moment we shared during his entrance. Was he really staring at me?

Call me delusional, but I swear he looked at me two more times. Once during the match, when he kicked out at the last second of Cody’s pin. He struggled to his knees and rested back on his heels to scan the crowd. He stumbled to his feet, but not before those eyes bore a hole into mine for a quick second. Then again, when he won. He held up his titles, chest heaving up and down, then he looked my way with a squint.

“I can’t believe he still won,” Demi practically has to yell as we ease our way through the crowd to leave. “I was sure it was game over when Sami gave him the boot.”

Simultaneously we push through the back entrance doors and let them slam behind us. The slightly chilly night air of April hitting. No more screams. No more crowds. But the rush and aura of the night still lingers on us.

“My man doesn’t take L’s,” I tell her matter-of-factly with my chin up.

“I see,” she laughs.

We were smart. We took an Uber and told him to let us out from almost three blocks away. We follow that same pattern now to avoid the rush and traffic of everybody trying to leave at once. Towards the opposite way of the parking lot, away from the crowds, we start our journey to a quiet block to call the Uber. 

“Wanna hit it?” Demi extends her hand that holds a lit blunt in between her fingers. I shake my head.

“How the hell did you even get that thing in?”

“Tampon,” she informs before pulling from it. Of course. She’s been sneaking weed into parties that way since we were freshmen.

“Excuse me! Ladies!” An authoritative calls from behind causing us both to stop in our tracks. I know that voice. “Excuse me!”

Demi and I lock eyes and at once we do a complete one-eighty to find him practically chasing us down.

“What the fuck?” I hear Demi murmur before he stops in front of us winded.

“Ladies,” he offers one firm nod. “My name is—’’

“Paul Heyman,” we finish for him in unison. 

A smug smile adorns his chubby face. “That’s right.” He holds a hand out and we both just stare at it for a while. After several seconds of an awkward and shocking silence, Demi abruptly shakes his hand and I follow her lead, still trying to make sense of this moment.

“I’ve been sent to relay a message. The Tribal Chief has requested your services for tonight.”

“Services?” The line between Demi’s thoughts and what comes out of her mouth has always been very blurred.

“Yes,” he confirms. In unison we turn just our heads to each other with equal expressions of confusion and disbelief. “You see, The Tribal Chief likes the comfort of company while he’s on the road from time to time.”

“Company, huh?” I catch Demi’s smirk.

“Especially on nights like tonight. You know?” I raise a brow. “All the adrenaline, excitement, and energy from tonight’s match. It's good for him to uh… blow off some steam and unwind.”

I lose count of how many times Demi and I have to exchange looks tonight. Since I’ve met her we’ve always spoke a nonverbal language only we understand. A subtle head nod in the direction of a cute boy in the room, an eye roll when somebody says something problematic, or wide eyes when someone spills tea that we know we’ll have to debrief about later. Tonight, our eyes dance in a mutual agreement that can’t be any clearer. “Hell yeah,” I speak for the first time. 

Demi tosses the lit blunt and we both advance to follow him. “Oh no, I’m sorry. Just you.”

“Me?” I ask with a finger to my chest. He grins slyly nodding.

“I— I don't know.”

“You don’t know?” Demi slaps my arm.

“I’ll need an answer now. Gotta get you to his bus before the real crowd emerges. There’s a few things you need to sign.” Sign? Oh god. This is getting serious.

“M—maybe this is a mix up. Are you sure he asked for me—”

“Bitch.” I’m interrupted by a firm push from Demi toward Paul. My eyes meet her wide ones that scream, “go.”

I look between the both of them. “You’ll be fine getting to the hotel?” I’m not all the way certain how tonight will go, but I have a feeling I won’t be seeing her until tomorrow.

“Girl, don’t worry about me. I’ll always get where I’m going. I should be the last thing on your mind.”

“We can wait until her Uber comes?” I eye Paul who eyes his watch briefly.

“Sure.”

So we wait in silence. The whole time, I bounce the idea of just saying never mind and pussying out, back and forth like tennis. Reading my mind, Demi would eye me and mouth “don’t you dare.” So many things can go wrong. I’m not even entirely sure I know what the hell Paul is talking about. Company? Services? It could mean so many things. Does he want to talk? A massage? Am I going to just sit there on his lap while he watches TV? What if he’s one of those foot guys? Is he going to touch himself while I sit there barefoot? Oh god, please don’t have a foot fetish.

With the exception of tonight, I’ve only ever seen him through a screen. Playing a character. I don’t know him. That’s the reality of it. Am I really about to follow a stranger, Paul Heyman, to accompany another strange man?

After checking that she has the right Uber and sensing she will be safe alone with him, I let her hand go. She gives me one final look before I let her shut the car door. “Make him remember you, bitch.”

Like a farmer leading its cattle to slaughter, I follow him as he leads me up the steep steps of the bus. A pit of something stirs in my stomach the deeper we walk. Equal parts angst and doom. Like the end of something and the beginning at the same time. We pass the driver’s seat. The floors are a shiny mahogany wood, matching the cabinets of the kitchen area we end up in. Although small, it feels grand. Definitely doesn’t seem like a space this chic belongs in a bus trailer. I guess only the best for the best.

In the midst of admiring the space, I look over to see Paul shuffling some papers around.

“Alright! So I’ll need you to sign this.” He separates one stack from the main one and slides a pen out for me. “Just something that says we’re not responsible for any items lost, damaged, or anything like that.” Everything in me screams to read the thick stack thoroughly before I dare sign my name on the dotted line. I do it anyway, because who even has time for that? Paul is already moving about like he has somewhere to be.

“And this here,” he pushes the signed paper out the way and slides another stack in its place. This one much thicker than the former. I raise a brow. “Don’t worry. It's just a non-disclosure. Nothing discussed, seen, or heard after you sign can be shared with any other persons.”

I look for the expiration date of the legal document and don’t find one. I search and my eyes land on the word indefinitely.

“Indefinitely, huh?” I think deeply about what I am about to agree to. I would only even want to tell Demi and a few other girls from our bookclub maybe that watch WWE. My eyes land on the seven figure lawsuit terms if the NDA is breached. I weigh my options. Spill tea and get fined or secretly get intimate with the man of my dreams…

The pen is smooth as it glides along the dotted line and I cap it before handing it back over to Paul. “Perfect.” He takes it and reorganizes the papers. I blow out a breath looking around again. There’s a grey curtain blocking off the rest of the bus, which I assume holds a bedroom of some sort and a bathroom.

“Is he already here?” I lean to try and get a peak of whats beyond the curtain.

“Nope. He’s doing a bit of press and wrapping some things up backstage. You’ll wait for him here. The driver is inside the building. Probably won’t be back until late tonight. Roman should be back soon.”

“I’m expected to stay here overnight?”

“Totally up to you. I’m sure you and him will figure it out. It’s not like him to spend the night alone though.”

In that moment it becomes clear what I am here to do. My heart lurches at the thought of just sharing a bed and possibly cuddling with him. His big muscular arms wrapped around me. The heat of his breath on the back of my neck and the hardness of his di—

“This wasn’t on the NDA you just signed, but,” he held his hand out between us. “I’m gonna need that phone before I leave.” Of course. I almost change my mind. “Don’t worry. You’ll get it back as soon as it's all over. Definitely before you leave.”

Fuck it. I retrieve my phone from the back pocket of my jeans and he gladly takes it. I don’t need it anyhow. I can’t imagine being in the presence of him anyway and my phone stealing the show. I would forget I even had one.

It's not long before he’s packing everything up, preparing to leave me. A small part doesn’t want him to go. He served as sort of a comfort. Truth be told, my heart is in my ass.

He pulls the curtain back to reveal a chic bedroom set up. If I didn't know any better, I would think we are in a five star hotel and not a bus trailer. 

Everything is a sleek grey with undertones of black. Glossy black wood dresser chest and a matching nightstand. Black wood bed frame and headboard. I run my hand along the dark grey duvet thats just as soft as it looks. 

“I’ll be on my way. You’ll probably see me tomorrow or later tonight. If not someone else will give the phone back.” He waves my phone and turns, but not before pulling the curtain back to close.

I’m all alone now. Theres a flat screen mounted opposite the bed, but the noise won’t do anything but make me more anxious. I want to be able to hear everything going on.

I have the weird urge to go through his suitcase I see sitting upright by the wall. I shake the thought away knowing it's an invasion of privacy. I opt to go through the dresser chest instead. Its empty. I guess he didn’t get a chance to  unpack.

I turn and rest my butt on it, crossing my arms. Minutes go by, and what seems like an hour passes before I hear movement outside the bus. Deep voices talking and then I hear heavy steps heading my way. I straighten up. No, too formal. I sit on the bed legs crossed. No, what am I? An escort?

I stand again and take my original place leaning on the edge of the dresser, just in time for the curtain to pull back. The sight of his large stature so much closer to me than he was in the arena takes my breath away.

He doesn’t say a word. Just looks at me and walks right by me to his suitcase. Then he’s in the bathroom. The sound of him peeing is loud followed by water running. 

Big, tan and burly, he emerges again. He moves with power just oozing off of him, with an authority that just screamed, “I’m in charge.” It's not just a ring persona. Thats just him.

My eyes never leave his tall frame maneuvering around the small space as if I’m not even standing here. He kicks the Jordans off his feet to slip into his slides. His Nike hoodie comes off next and he tosses it on the small loveseat in the corner. His big and cut arms now in full view.

He relieves himself of the contents in his pants pockets. Wallet, keys, some loose change, and a small folded paper all fall on the dresser. He stops for a moment holding out his left hand. He twists the black band off his ring finger and places it in the drawer instead of on top of the dresser with the rest of his things.

Our eyes snag and I immediately shift my attention to my fingers. Twisting and untwisting. Picking at the acrylic on my nails. Anything but looking him in the eye after witnessing that. It's not too late to change my mind. I can stop this. I should, but do I really want to?

The sound of his slides lets me know he’s on the move again. I find him by a minibar area I hadn’t noticed earlier. 

“Is it cold in here?” His deep voice cuts through the silence. It's then I notice I was holding and rubbing my arms as if I was cold. So, he is paying me some kind of attention. Truth is, I’m just trying to keep the goosebumps from a slight panic attack at bay.

“No, it's fine.”

“You feeling alright?” He twists slightly with a raised brow. Probably trying to figure out why I haven’t moved an inch since he walked in here. He’s so calm and cool. I don’t know what I was expecting, but the calmer he is, the more anxious I grow.

“Yeah. Y—yeah, no I’m fine.”

“You spoke to Paul already?”

“Yeah—yes,” I correct myself and clear my throat. I don’t know when it became so damn dry.

I was speaking to his back. The muscles still making themselves known even through the fabric of his black tee. Hair sleeked back into his signature bun. My eyes trail down to his ass. For a man, he has a nice one. I image how he’d look with nothing. The intimacy of him walking around with absolutely nothing on. The afterglow of sex on him. Rock hard abs and tribal tattoo as his only decoration. His manhood swinging freely, semi-hard even after just laying serious wood—

“Then I assume you know why you’re here,” his deep voice cuts my nasty daydream short. 

I can hear him maneuvering glass, but I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing over his big frame. I was too shell shocked to move too much, afraid I might wake up from this fever dream.

“I do,” I answer him. 

If my father knew when he gave his only daughter, his princess, money to enjoy her spring break, that she’d end up alone in the bus of a man who was over ten years her senior, the money would’ve never made it into my hand in the first place. I’m sure this isn’t what he had in mind, but truly this was the best way a young girl could enjoy spring break. An unexpected encounter with an older and wealthier man. My idol. I watched him on TV for years. Gawked at the screen. Liked thousands of edits on Tiktok and Instagram. Dreams of this very moment knowing it couldn’t possibly ever come true. And now here he was. Big in stature and energy right here in front of me. Talking to me. 

Hell yeah, I know what I’m here to do. Even if he didn’t utter a single word and just stripped and nodded to the bed, I’d still get the job done with no shame. What girl in her right mind wouldn’t?

I can hear them now. But he’s married. He has a family. He’s old enough to be your father. They just won’t understand. Demi would. Demi would get it. She always gets it and she always gets me. Having lost her father and sister in a car crash just weeks before moving into the dorms for college, taught her that life was indeed too short. Live freely and take risk, because you don’t know when you won’t be able to. Shit, we’re all gonna die anyway. That’s the mantra she lives by. She’s different and that’s why I attached myself to her. She’s not like everybody else who lives like they’ve already walked the steps to heaven.

This was a more than seldom, once in a lifetime opportunity. I’d think about this night when I’m grey and depleting on my deathbed. I won’t let my head play tricks on me with the opinions of anyone who would do the same thing put in my position. 

It's silent again. I hear liquid being poured for a second. I wonder if Demi made it back to the hotel okay. She’s probably blowing up my phone with a thousand texts trying to figure out whats going on.

So deep in my thoughts I don’t realize he’s making his way to me until he’s right here already. I have to look up to meet his gaze as he stares down at me over the bridge of his nose. He’s so big. He smells divine. It's a masculine type of musk with a cleanliness to it. My breath gets caught in my throat, realizing exactly how close we are. Our shoes were just shy of an inch from touching. My chest rises and falls in anticipation of his next move. 

Without any words, he holds a glass filled with brown liquid out closer to me. I look down at it with just my eyes. I’ve only been twenty-one for two weeks. Didn’t even get the opportunity to sit at a bar so a man could offer me a drink before trying to sleep with me. Who would’ve thought the first offering would come from him. Roman Reigns. Just at that thought, something in me ignited.

I took it, with the intention meaning more than just accepting the drink. I’m accepting the situation. Drawing a line in the sand and disposing of any doubt if there even was any left. I’m doing this. All complications pushed to the back. Tonight he’s not Joe Anoa’i, the married man with five kids. He’s Roman Reigns, undisputed WWE Universal Champion, The Tribal Chief, Main Eventer, Head of the Table…And I’m his biggest fan.

I throw the contents of the glass back, trying my hardest not to make a face from the burning sensation. He gets it down in one big gulp, putting me to shame, as I can’t help watching his Adam’s apple bob up and then down. He’s still just inches from me. I can see every hair on his beard. The slight greying ones are my favorite.

It's so weird seeing him in this state. So lax in his own space. No ring gear. No mean scowl. No Ula Fala around his neck. No championship belt around his waist. Just him. Black tee and sweats to match.

He takes the glass back and places them both behind me on the dresser top. Without warning, he’s on me. His tongue shoves past my lips saying to hell with formalities. No warm up. Straight to business.

“Mm,” I groan from shock. My natural instinct from being so caught off guard is to create some space, but a firm hand gripping the base of my neck keeps me in place.

He immediately asserts dominance, caressing every part of my body his hands can reach like he owns it. My neck, my shoulders, my back, and all the way down to my ass with a firm squeeze that separates my pussy lips. All the while still assaulting my mouth with his warm tongue. The tang of the alcohol still lingering. I fight for some control in the kiss but it's no use. He’s too much for me.

Everywhere his strong hands make contact, it leaves a spark until my whole body feels like it's on fire. Damn, that drink was strong. He pulls away from the kiss completely after one last soft, open mouthed peck. Like a magnet, my eyes find the thick bulge in his black sweats and I grow even more excited. 

He drops to his knees in front of me and my breath hitches when his cold fingertips find their way up my shirt. A trail of kisses with a slight tickle from his beard follow up and up until I raise my arms for him to take the shirt off completely.

He’s back on his feet, turning me so my back is facing him. My breathing grows erratic. This is really happening. 

“Lights,” his voice rumbles behind me. The bright lights turn off but there's little lamps set up in the small space allowing a cast bright enough to see still.

The black lace bra I wear is unhooked in a matter of seconds. Who knew when I put it on this morning, that Roman Reigns himself would be taking it off come night. With a firm grip on my hips he turns me back to face him. 

Being well endowed up top from such a young age, my natural instinct is to cover myself. I always thought they were a bit big for my body. Standing at five foot seven, I was only one hundred and fifty pounds. A lot of my weight being carried up top from these double D’s. When all the girls in middle school were just filling in, I was a full D cup. I noticed how boys would stare. Older men too. It would make me uncomfortable. Always thinking of ways to cover them or make them appear smaller.

Avoiding eye contact is useless. His eyes are like magnets. Like the sun. Just beaming down on me, making them impossible to evade. So I stare back at him. We stay like this for a while. Just watching one another in silence. The air is smoky with lust and pure ecstasy. 

His hands cover mine and slowly drag them down to reveal my breast. Round, surprisingly perky, with fully erect chocolate nipples, creating a contrast to my caramel complexion. They steal the show as his eyes shoot to them immediately while he breathes deep from his nose. 

I can feel his energy shift from passionate to pure animalistic. When his entire mouth covers one nipple, I lose all my sense. My head rolls back and instinctively I bring a hand to the back of his head. A rough hand cups and caresses my breast while he’s still latched on. I watch in awe as his thick tongue sticks out to flick and play with it before sucking again.

He’s expertly unbuttoning my jeans with his other hand as I feel the snag of him trying to pull them down. I step out of my shoes to help him and reveal the black thong I am not even accustomed to wearing. I’m more of a a boy shorts or Walmart pack panties kind of girl. I just so happen to have forgotten to pack them and had to borrow a pair from Demi. 

Bending down must be uncomfortable, since he grips the back of my knees to hike me up like I  weigh absolutely nothing. He gives more attention to my chest, sucking until my nipples are sore, before his tongue is in my mouth exploring again. We’re moving now, I assume towards the bed. With every step, his erection rubs against me leaving me clenching and needy.

My back meets the unbelievably soft bed. I practically sink into it, watching him rear back to remove his shirt and show off that god-like body. Mountains and valleys of muscle in his abdomen placed perfectly like someone sculpted him with their bare hands. His bun hangs a little looser now.

His long fingers loop the waistband of my panties and we lock eyes. His stare is intense saying what his lips didn’t. I nod once. I’m doing this.

Almost in slow motion he pulls them down my legs, his eyes not leaving mine until the very last second. His attention is stolen by the sight of me down there.

“You’re soaking.” He uses the butt of his thumb to circle my clit. I jump slightly at the sudden contact. “That’s all for me?” He locks eyes with me again, expecting an answer and all I can do is nod frantically while biting down hard on my bottom lip. I can’t keep still. My body is on fire under his touch and his gaze. Eyes dark with passion, he squints watching me squirm every time he speeds the rhythm of his thumb up or down.

“Fuck,” I move my hips to the rhythm of his hand and grab one of my breast.

His thick tongue snakes out to lick his pink lips like he did earlier in the arena and I almost cum on sight. I look on in shock watching how he licks his thumb clean like he just ate Doritos and he’s discarding the remnants of them. A small groan of pleasure leaves his throat. I must be dreaming.

Climbing off the bed hastily, he tugs his pants and red briefs down at once and his dick pops up on recoil. My pussy clenches around nothing in anticipation for her next guest. Long, thick and tanned just like the rest of him. Mouthwatering. I never had the urge to taste something so bad in my life.

I can tell there’s no time for that though. He’s anxious now. I can feel the heat and need radiating off his body as if his stiff, vein-filled dick didn’t already tell on him.

With a tight grip on my ankle, he flips me over abruptly. Of course. Missionary would’ve been way too intimate for the circumstances.

On instinct I get up on all fours, deepening the arch to an almost painful degree so the view is nice for him. A smack so hard I jerk forward a bit, lets me know he’s satisfied with what he sees.

“All this ass,” he mumbles rubbing my behind in circles and even giving it a little shake. 

He runs his long fingers up and down the slickness with ease. A groan leaves my throat as I grow impatient. I know I should want this to last as long as humanly possible, but I can’t fight this storm inside of me. I’ve wondered too long about it, daydreamed about it, and even touched myself in imagination before at the thought of this man I only knew through a TV screen.

I sway back and forth slightly waiting and listening to the sound of a wrapper and a slight pop. I have no time to prepare. The bed dips with the weight of him back on it. His thick head is at my opening, rubbing from my clit to almost my asshole. He only does this three good times before I’m practically ripped apart.

“Ouu!” A mix of a moan and something I’ve never heard from myself fills the room. He roughly takes the hand I thought I would use to push him and pins it behind me.

My throat goes dry. God damn. He’s fucking huge and unforgiving. Even with the slow pace he’s pushing into me combined with my wetness, it still feels like he’s breaking me apart from the inside out. 

“Breathe,” he coaches. If possible a gush of wetness rushes out from the sound of his voice, bringing me back to the situation at hand. I have to make it work for him. 

I bite down on the expensive grey covers as he pulls completely out and then back in. “Mm!” 

He finds his rhythm, as he’s able to glide in and out. I try to match him once the pain subsides. I glance back to catch his full bottom lip caught between his teeth. The muscles in his chest working as a sheen of sweat starts to form.

I work harder now. The sight of him turning me on more than ever, opening me up like a wildflower. 

“Let me hear you. I wanna hear you,” he grunts out almost desperately. The vulnerability in his rough voice drawing more heat and wetness from my core. I moan louder than I intended and shock myself. I’m not usually verbal in bed. Maybe a little cry or whimper here and there. This shit feels too good to be demure and delicate about. 

I obey his order and release the moan that I didn’t even know I’m suppressing. It's not forced or fabricated. I genuinely feel so good in this moment I can only moan in response. 

His strokes are primal. Animalistic like a lion in the wild taking whats his. And he’s so fucking big. In aura and size. The ways his body envelopes mine makes me feel smaller than I really am. His thickness stretching me in a way I didn’t think was possible.

“Oh, fuck!” I yell out. His hand tangles in my hair and stretches my gaze up, giving him full view of my desperate face.

“Tell me how good it feels,” he demands. 

“Oh my god,” I pant. “It's so fucking good,” I struggle to get out. Every thrust steals my breath. He aims for the perfect spot every time and doesn’t miss. The smack of our bodies colliding ring loud in the silent space.

“Louder, baby,” he grunts diving deeper.

“I can feel you everywhere. You feel so good! Unh!”

“Atta girl.” The rumble of his voice sends a vibration straight to my core. My pussy clenches down from his words. To add insult to injury, a large and slightly calloused hand finds its way up my stomach to cup my breast. He pinches, twists and rolls my nipple around like he’s playing with a toy. As if my pussy isn’t becoming dangerously wetter already.

He removes the hold in my hair, trailing to my hip. His thumb presses down hard while guiding me back and forth on him. He gives me his all and I return the favor, using the unstable grip I have on the duvet to leverage me as I throw my ass back on him to catch.

The friction of his balls slapping sloppily against my clit built up enough pressure for a pending orgasm. With one strong hand still on my hip, he uses his free one to shove my face down to the bed making me lose any power I had in this fight.

His front collides with my ass, causing a consistent slapping. Anyone walking on the bus could easily tell whats going on now. His grunts, my pants, the consistent slapping. These were sounds of fucking. 

“Fuck me! Yesss!” I don’t recognize myself. He’s awakening something in me. A familiar tinging stirs in the pit of my stomach. If he keeps on, it won’t be long until I explode all over his thick dick.

“Yeah?” He whispers.

“Yeah,” I whimper in response.

He goes harder than ever before, his strokes less uniform and more wild. My mouth falls wide open at the intensity and perfect mix of pain and pleasure.

His hips continue to snap against me and if possible I feel him grow harder inside me. His fingertips dig into me so hard I know there’ll be bruises tomorrow. 

“Urghh!” A guttural moan erupts from him, urging me to fuck him through his release even as his movements slow. I study his facial expressions and record them in my brain to take home with me as a souvenir. He stretches his neck with eyes shut tightly. That fucking tongue. Whisking out to flatten over his top lip before he bites down on his bottom one. Chest heaving up and down with the muscles in his abdomen flexing with every breath. 

“So fucking good,” he says more to himself. He delivers another hard spank to my ass before I feel him ease out of me, hissing slightly at the sudden disconnect and absence of him. The pit of my stomach heavy still with the lingering orgasm that was cut short. 

I’ve had sex with guys before and never got to finish. I’d leave unsatisfied and almost regretting the encounter completely. This is different. I’m here for him. I’d fulfill his needs and drain him even if it meant I left with nothing but a wet ass. 

The bed creaks a little, letting me know he got up completely. Just when I think the night is over, my mouth falls open at the sensation of his hot mouth covering my entire pussy. His tongue slithers out to graze my distended clit.

“Mm, shit,” I cry out, shaking. I’m so sensitive. Any little sensation sends my body into overdrive. Every lick draws a mini release. When I finally get to the edge I know I’ll fall completely apart. The hair from his beard tickles me, only heightening the sensations. I feel nothing but pure pleasure.

A strong hand comes down on my left ass cheek and I whimper on impact. He squeezes it in a firm gip to move me up and down in a steady rhythm on his flattened tongue.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” I cry. I let my head hang down unable to keep it up any longer. All I can do, feel, and think about in this moments is how good he feels to me. Guys my age always need a crash course on how to eat pussy. Always too much spit, they couldn’t find my clit, or the torturous shaking of the head like a rabid dog.

Roman is eating me like I’m his last meal. Touching spots I didn’t even know a tongue could reach. With the way he’s grabbing me and rocking me on his stiff tongue, he’s damn near fucking me with it. We’re two complete strangers. The power dynamic is completely off. He’s the billionaire WWE superstar and I’m the underpaid and overworked fan in college. Somehow he’s still taking the time to worship my body and give me his all as if he’s the one who has something to prove. 

The dick was mind-blowing. Oh, but the head will be the death of me. That same tongue he wags and flicks on live television, exploring me. Tonight is an absolute fairytale. If I didn’t know any better, I would think he could read my mind. He knows exactly what I want and how I want it.

In only a matter of seconds a tornado of heat swirls in my core. I rock back and forth on his mouth before he sucks relentlessly on my sensitive bud nonstop.

“Unnhh!” An uncontrollable shake erupts from me as I see stars. The world goes completely blank for a while as I relish in the ecstasy of my orgasm granted by the Tribal Chief himself. Tonight, I acknowledge him and his mouth.

“Oh my god,” I whisper in between pants coming to my senses. A small laugh leaves my throat at the way I just lost myself in front of him.

I turn to find him in the middle of snatching the cream covered condom off. His big dick bobs up and down from the snatch, fully erect again. 

We got one night only.

Like a lioness on the prowl in the jungle, I eye him, crawling to the edge of the king bed where he stands. I stop just in front where my mouth aligns to his thickness, still eyeing him, making sure it's okay. He nods giving me the green light and even holds the base in his strong hand to bring it closer to my lips.

I let a glob of spit form and fall freely on his thick mushroom tip. Before it can drip, I catch it on the underside and lick from tip to base, to the tip again. His hips push forward impatiently. 

“Open.” It's not a question so I don’t test him. His face is hard, but his eyes are desperate. As soon as my lips part he shoves himself all the way in like he owns my entire mouth. He draws out and I hallow my cheeks to keep it in as long as possible until I release him with a pop. 

“Stick your tongue out for me.” I oblige and he slides his heavy dick across it gathering spit before pushing back down my mouth. A pulse grows in my clit again. A revival from seeing the remains of the mess I made in his thick beard.

“It's so good,” I tell him while slapping it on my tongue for him, earning a groan. The skin of him is soft as he stretches my mouth. I can taste the salty precum and I cant wait for the rest of it. I never trusted a man to release his bodily fluids in me in any way. It kind of grossed me out. Oh, but not tonight. He can release wherever he chooses.

Using one hand to twist in tandem with sucking him, I study every change in his expression, every pattern of his breath to record what feels the best to him.

“Go ‘head,” he urges in a low guttural tone. “Just like that. Take it all the way down. Don’t stop, babygirl.” That’s all I need to hear. 

The eye contact is so deep it puts me in a trance. In a constant and fluid motion I take him in and out, making sure he reaches the back of my throat every time. In and out. In and out. In and out. The sounds of spit and his heavy breathing take charge of the room.

His body stiffens a bit and I can feel him get harder on my tongue. Deliberately I take him as far as possible and stay there until I make myself choke. The contracting of my throat around his thick head sends him completely off the rails. He breaks our bubble, throwing his head back to the ceiling.

“Mmm. Aw fuck!” A strong hand grabs a fistful of my hair, making it impossible for me to move.  Thick ropes of his warm cum shoot down my throat and all around my mouth. “Ahh,” he groans out with a hiss jerking his hips forward a few good times. “Oh my god,” he blows out a heavy breath and lets his hands rest on his hips. 

I’ve made dean’s list, honor roll all throughout high school, medals of all kind from track decorate the walls of my bedroom in my parents’ house. None of those accomplishments compare to the sight I just witnessed. The Roman Reign’s spent and sexually exhausted because of little ole me.

“Let me see,” he whispers while watching me suck the last of it out. I open wide and stick my tongue out so he can see his cum on it. His massive dick jumps at the sight. I feel the warmth of some of it seeping out and running down my chin.

“Don’t move,” he instructs. Like his obedient soldier I stay put, only looking around with one good eye. The other shut tight so none of his cum could invade it.

When he emerges again, he has a wet cloth in hand. Gently but still firm he wipes my face clean of him and my tears that slipped from the intensity of choking. Who knew the Tribal Chief is into aftercare?

A squeal escapes me from being lifted into the air and over his broad shoulder. I’m hanging as he moves us about. There’s no way that any of this is happening. 

The shower starts to run. Even upside down I can see the marble walls and waterfall shower head raining down.

“You care about your hair getting wet?”

“No,” I strain to get out with his shoulder digging into my stomach. He chuckles so softly, I would’ve missed it if I couldn’t feel it from being on him. 

He fucks me for hours in the shower. My back against the wall. In the air. Face against the tiles. On all fours again. I guess older men carry more stamina. The water cascaded from up top on us both while we locked tongues passionately, breathing in each other’s air. 

He was in control the whole time. He flipped me every way he wanted me to go. Told me what to do, never asking. I’m left a wet, quivering mess at the end of it all.

I don’t realize how exhausted I am until he asks if I want to stay the night. I think about getting dressed and leaving, but the bed is impossibly plush and the sight of him naked still is impossibly sexy. Even better than I imagined.

I threw cuddling out the window once I seen his stoic nature and how he moved about earlier like this was just a business deal. He lays in the bed, still naked on his back with muscular arms slightly stretched. I lay on my stomach beside him trying to get comfortable. My heart thumps out my chest knowing he’s still here with me and so accessible. We literally just violated each other in the nastiest way possible and now we lay in bed not even touching.

His heavy breaths and light snore fill the room in no time creating a sort of white noise for me to descend to. 

Some time in the middle of the night, I don know how, but those light snores ended up right in my ear. His breath hot on top of my head, accompanied by a very heavy arm over my hip. 

My heart smiled and my face caught fire. It was so intimate. Undeniably my favorite part of the night. I shifted as quietly as I possibly could, inch by inch, until I was facing him. His bun fell completely apart, leaving his dried and fluffy curls cascading over his shoulders and the plush pillows. I make out what I can in the dark of his sharp features. I never seen him so relaxed. In the ring he’s always tense, always painted with tyranny and stress, but not right now. He almost looked like an angel.

I make a mental image of him. This is exactly how I want to remember him— how I want to remember this unpredictable night. This is the part that even if I could tell it, I don’t think anyone would even believe me. Burying my face into his chest, I breathe deep, trying to imprint his smell into my brain like ink on the skin. 

The loud voices of men I don’t recognize, serve as my alarm clock. Eyes still shut, flashes of the night before and the soreness of my body, warp me back to reality. Oh, shit.

I shoot up from the pillow to scan the room, keeping the covers close to my naked chest. His suitcase still stood in the corner, but there’s no trace of him. No water running. His slides are gone. The thick curtain shields me from the rest of the bus.

6:07 AM flashes on the digital clock of the now cleared nightstand. 

It's not like I was expecting this grand goodbye. The man didn’t even say hello to begin with. I thought I could at least see him one last good time before I leave LA for good.

I attempt to rise up, but something crinkling under my palm stops me. I grab the sheet of notepad paper and rub my eyes before reading the contents of it.

Thanks for last night. Joe. 

Short and simple. In the corner, two cursive R’s as a signature. I neatly fold the paper and drop it into the pocket of my jeans I find folded on the chest dresser. I want that paper with me everywhere I go. A small piece of the whole experience. A subtle reminder of the best night of my life.

Every part of me wants to feel bad. How could I let him just use me for his needs for a night and then discard me like it was nothing? I should feel low. Cheap. But thats not even the kind of girl I am. The glass is always half full to me. Last night was arguably the best night of my young life. I’ve never known such adventure. I never felt more free—more like a woman.

I flop down in my bed still in a daze from the events of last weekend. Demi had a million and one questions. The NDA kept me from spilling. Even if I could’ve given her a play by play of how the night went, I don’t think I would’ve. Demi and I have the kind of bond thats void of any secrets. But that night with him was so special to me, I want to keep it for myself. Something for just me and him. It makes it more magical when only we know what happened. I just want to soak and bathe in it all. 

Light as a feather I stare at my ceiling, letting the flashbacks corrupt me. The feel of his soft skin. The smell of him. His grunts and pants. His hands caressing and gripping my ass. The warmth of his tongue filling my mouth. I blow out a breath getting worked up again. I’ve touched myself countless times since that night to the memory of his voice and his energy. He was just so damn good. So much man and dominance, but still gentle and cautious. 

After we touched back down in New York, it was back to reality. But that didn’t stop me from walking on a cloud. You can’t tell me shit. I fucked the Roman Reigns. Drained him and swallowed the aftermath. How’s that for a spring break?

It's currently Thursday. Almost a week has passed since the greatest night of my young life. I just got back from the gym with Demi. She’s pressed me every single day since that night, but I won’t budge. The confines of the NDA keeping me stronger than I normally would be. 

Tomorrow is Smackdown at the Garden, but it's unclear if Roman will even be in attendance. He takes so many hiatuses it's really a hit or miss with him. Demi asked if we should go, but I declined not wanting to spend the money I didn’t have just for him not to even show.

A sudden dread came over me knowing that he couldn’t possibly be thinking of me even half as much as I’ve thought of him. He’s overridden my mind. I’ve obsessed over every little detail and played it back a thousand times, while he doesn’t even know my name. 

Paul said it himself. He likes the comfort of company while he’s on the road. All the times he has to travel for work, cameras in his face nonstop, and body aching from all the physical exhaustion, I’m sure he always has to release the tension somehow. I’m just one of many. 

I knew that going into it. I know I’m not special, but I tried my hardest to be. I did what I could to make him remember me. Constant eye contact, carrying out his every command, throwing this ass back as hard as I could and sucking the soul out of him.

A violent buzz of my phone snaps me out of my daze. I feel for it on the covers. My eyebrows dent at the message notification from a number I don’t recognize, causing me to unlock it.

Your Tribal Chief has requested your services again. 

Sorry for that long ass disclaimer lol. It’s a shame I even have to include that, but I literally watched a girl argue with an author on here about promoting adultery and cheating simply because a character was cheating. Like, it’s a story?? It’s a fictional character?? Don't read it??

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[k8martins]

˗ˏˋ ˎˊ˗ but i’m a cheerleader! 𒀭

summary: cheerleader!reader secretly crushes on kate martin, but thinks she hates her until they share a hotel at an away game

warnings: 18+, smut w plot, enemies to lovers if u squint

a/n: i hope i snapped with this one it took forever and i also hope y’all get the reference w the title…

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the cheer team huddled together to chant one last “go hawks” before practice was over, and the gym was then handed over to the women’s basketball team. they always managed to come in as soon as you were done, not wasting a moment of their practice; especially because they had a highly anticipated away game the next day. the team quickly flooded the court, ready to begin stretches.

you hurriedly picked up your water bottle and began walking off the court, bustling through the basketball girls. just mere steps from being out of their way, you bumped shoulders with one athlete in particular. it happened to be a girl named kate, who seemed to have a bit of a problem with you for no good reason. any jab she took at you, she said it with a confusing smile.

“aren’t you guys done yet,” kate sneered looking back at you, her expression a mix of irritation and laughter.

deciding not to engage, you continued walking forward, although kate’s comment embarrassingly made your stomach flip. she goes out of her way to chirp at you, but looks so good doing it.

“what’s her problem?” your teammate asked as she caught up to you.

shaking your head you told her, “i don’t know, we don’t even know each other that much.”

“well coach gave us our hotel details and we’re sharing a hotel with them tomorrow,” she informed, looking intently with concern.

you shot her a look with your eyebrows furrowed, “really?”

“yeah… if you run into her i swear to god,” your teammate huffed.

“it’s fine,” you said quickly, trying not to appear flustered at the thought of being in the same hotel as kate for a night.

walking into the locker room, your teammate looked at you like you were crazy, “fine? girl, kate borderline bullies you.”

laughing at her comment, you found yourself defending kate.

“‘bullying’ is a bit dramatic.”

“whatever,” and your teammate let it go.

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the hotel was nothing special; a hilton in the middle of nowhere with assigned roommates. carrying in heavy bags was never easy, and they felt even heavier knowing that the basketball team was in the same building. as you walked into your room, all you could think about was kate. your teammates were ready to fight her, but all you wanted was to “accidentally” run into her. but for your friends’ sake, you played along with the hateful agenda.

“did we only get one room key?” your roommate asked.

you looked around the room, seeing only the one in your hand, “ummm i think so.”

sighing, she asked you to go back down to the lobby to get another room key. you agreed, making your way to the elevator and into the lobby. approaching the front desk, you noticed the basketball team’s bus had arrived. forcing yourself to look away from the girls exiting the bus and coming inside, you stepped up to the receptionist.

“hey can i get an extra room key for room num-“

you immediately stopped your words at the sound of the other athletes entering the lobby, loudly chatting and rolling their luggage.

“um...room 701 please,” you finished, taking the key from the receptionist and keeping your eyes away from the front doors. the effort to not see or be reminded of kate was in vain, for a familiar voice started from behind you.

“oh look who it is,” kate said to her friend, just loud enough for you to hear.

kate and her friend continued walking towards the elevators giggling about nothing, although she took one last glance at you from behind. she was not slick at all. you bit your tongue and approached the elevators, being too close for comfort to kate. the basketball girls took up both elevators, and you watched as they both filled and left you waiting for the next one alongside kate and one other random man. your stomach dropped at the unfortunate cutoff, knowing kate was going to take advantage of the moment.

out of the corner of your eye you saw kate staring at you. trying to suppress your breathing picking up, you prayed she would just say something, anything. sometimes you tried to deny you liked her, but it was times like these when your feelings for kate were only further confirmed. you felt your face grow hot.

“what are you so nervous for,” kate smirked.

you sighed out of annoyance and to catch your breath. facing her eye to eye, you probably looked like a deer in headlights. you tried to read her face, looking for something other than coldness, and you did find something every time you held the courage to look her in the eye. kate’s eyes glimmered as she waited for a response.

“just focusing on the game tomorrow,” you mumbled, half lying. maybe more than half.

kate shook her head, blowing air out of her nose with a light chuckle. the elevator door opened. you kept your head down and walked in, sensing kate following behind you. of course.

standing on opposite sides of the elevator, it was almost like you felt a magnetic force towards her. your mind raced, fantasizing about all the dirty things you’ve wanted for so long. the tension was thick. kate shamelessly stepped an inch closer to you, knowing exactly what she was doing.

“you know i’m just messing with you, right?”

you irritably side eyed her, no longer afraid to speak as long as she kept trying you.

“oh i’m just supposed to know that?”

kate pressed the “7” button and looked back at you, waiting for you to tell her your floor number. you rolled your eyes and shifted uncomfortably. it almost wasn’t surprising.

“we’re on the same damn floor,” you said, crossing your arms. your heart began beating even faster.

kate scoffed, her jaw dropping and turning into a dumb smile.

“no way,” she said, inching even closer to you, “what room number?” her arm was nearly touching yours and your breath hitched.

“why would i tell you that?”

she hummed as if she was thinking, and boldly shot back, “cause maybe i could get you in my room before the trip’s over.” she looked back at you, still with a knowing smile. you couldn’t hold back as a smile crept up your face, immediately looking the other way.

“yeah right,” you chirped, blushing wildly. your arms fell to your side.

“im just saying. you look so cute in that skirt of yours.”

“shut up,” you murmured.

it was like she was trying to make you pass out. the image of kate removing your black and yellow cheer skirt appeared in your mind, the tension now growing nearly unbearable. however, the elevator finally came to a stop on the seventh floor. with her hands propped on the rail behind her, kate brushed her hand against yours as she left the elevator. you followed behind her, but not too close. before walking opposite ways down the hall, kate couldn’t just let you have the last word.

“im serious, cheerleader.” kate raised her eyebrows, looking you up and down.

“we’ll see what happens.” —————————————————————————————————

the next day, iowa had won the basketball game 93-87. you cheered harder than before, with your eye on kate the entire game. if someone scored, you didn’t even notice unless it was kate. she made sure to lock eyes with you several times, whether you were taking a break on the floor or doing your latest routine. the way she held eye contact told you what you needed to know.

back at the hotel, everyone had to pack their things and move out. there wasn’t even enough time to change out of your uniform, as it was the exact time the hotel ordered guests to leave. you were turning around the corner of the hall when you heard someone call your name. whipping your head around, it was exactly who you had been waiting for.

kate wasted no time grabbing you by the wrist and leading you towards her room, no words needed. you smiled and bit your lip, only hoping that your teammates wouldn’t see you with her and ruin the moment. just as you were getting to kate’s room, you heard your coach yell a reminder.

“all cheerleaders on the cheer team must be in the lobby in less than five minutes,” your coach yelled from down and around the hall.

you stopped in your track in kate’s doorway, your mouth hung slightly open and adrenaline running.

“what are you doing, hurry come in,” kate urged.

“but i’m a cheerleader,” you said out of breath, starting to worry. if anyone cared, it was not kate.

“i know that, now come on,” kate now grabbing you by the hand.

she practically slammed the door shut, swiftly locking it. as soon as the door closed, you were pushed against the wall in a desperate kiss. kate couldn’t keep her hands off you, and immediately ran them up and down your waist. your back arched at the instant touch from kate, inevitably pushing your hips into hers. there was no way kate was going to spend less than five minutes with you. between kate’s kisses and words, she did not hold back.

“you’re so...fuckin’ sexy...” she breathlessly said, biting your bottom lip.

you moaned and grasped her hair that was now debris of a braided ponytail, eager for all of her. you both knew time was limited, and suddenly kate picked you up and put you down on the edge of the bed, only breaking the kiss to get on her knees. she placed her hands on each of your knees and looked up at you with her big blue eyes for approval. you nodded hurriedly, whispering for her to be quick. you began trying to remove your skirt, but kate’s hand flew to your wrist to push it away.

“keep it on baby,” she urged, simply pushing your skirt up. the tips of her fingers quickly found the lining of your panties, bringing them down and off your legs. it was like she disregarded your begs to be fast, because she took her time kissing the inside of your thighs and rubbing her hands on your waist. her kisses were intoxicating and she hadn’t even done anything yet. you threw your head back, desperate for more. kate agonizingly rubbed slow circles over your wetness, making you whimper and buck your hips up. she thoroughly enjoyed teasing you.

“you’ve been wanting me to fuck you for awhile, hmm? you damn near soaked your underwear baby.” kate’s words alone could’ve made you finish, her smooth voice echoing in your head as you screwed your eyes shut.

“kate, please...” you moaned out, “we’re gonna b-be la-“

as much as kate would’ve loved to keep you waiting, she moved on and plunged two fingers into your core. anything you could’ve said was cut off by the sensation of her long fingers fucking in and out of you, hitting your g spot every time. your stomach tensed and you almost screamed, but muffled it to a mere whimper. kate continued using her fingers with an unrelenting pace, keeping her face close to your heat.

“you gotta be quiet, princess,” kate said from between your thighs, although she truly didn’t care if anyone heard.

“you’re s-such an asshole,” you breathed.

“am i?”

kate’s tongue found your clit, circling it with perfect pressure and speed. it grew harder to stay quiet as your legs began to shake at kate’s combination of tongue and fingers. you hated how she treated you back at practice, but all the snarky things she said were quickly forgotten with the knot building up in your stomach. the pleasure grew greater and greater, not being able to help your legs closing around kate’s head.

“keep your legs open babe.”

you moaned feverishly at her words and the unforgiving pace she kept on your aching core. grasping at her hair, you were sure you were going to explode.

“kate i can’t take it,” you whimpered.

“yes you can,” kate said huskily against your pussy.

tears of pleasure began forming at the corners of your eyes, some spilling out. you cried that you were close, and kate gave you permission to let go. waves of pleasure rippled through your body as you released on her face, each exhale coming out as a moan.

“that’s it,” kate mumbled as she talked you through it, riding you out of your orgasm. your head was spinning and your core still throbbing when kate put your panties and shorts back on, wiping your tears away. she stood up in front of you.

“kate they’re gonna know,” you said looking up at her with your fucked out eyes.

she simply kissed you in response, a softer kiss this time. your lips were still puffy and tinging with slight pain from making out.

“here lemme...” kate mumbled as she began lifting you up from the bed. your legs felt weak as you stood next to her. when you tried to walk, you burst out laughing.

“i cant believe we just did that, kate look how i’m walking!”

“you’re fine, now let’s go,” kate giggled.

[zevrra]

same anon from before :3 but another thot

HEAR ME OUT. i saw a tictok the other day about how jayce just does what he’s told and oh em geeeeee commanding jayce to mess Vik up ie. kissing him up and down, jacking him off all while you watch. SCREAMING WITHOUT THE S

includes: [nsfw!!] [18+ only, mdni!!] jayce is an obedient little thing and does what he’s told! :3

ft. jayvik x gn!reader

extra(s): thank you so much for this request anon! this was a lil fun to write ;3 i hope you enjoy tho!! feel free to request for more! (i also barely skimmed over this so forgive any errors kshdjh <3)

“jayce, you’re such a good boy and you listen so well,” you muse, running your fingers through thick brown hair. his soft, hazel gaze stares up at you from his seated position before you, his head resting on your knee. “always so eager to please, hmm? but it’s not me who needs attention tonight.” you add as you rub your thumb across the high of his cheekbone.

jayce had been to another council party and had come back home to you and viktor rather…tipsy. honestly, he was actually really drunk and far more clingy than he normally was as his head rests in your lap. if it were any other night when you didn’t have reports to go over and present before 6 am tomorrow; you’d be all for jayce’s little advances to join in on his and viktor’s fun. but tonight he’d just have to enjoy viktor’s company alone.

“listen to me, pretty boy. i want you to make vik feel good, can you do that for me?”

jayce looks at you with slightly saddened eyes as you caress his face. his pretty, begging eyes were sure to work on you if viktor had not stepped in. “are you sure you cannot join us?” he asks, his own hand brushing along jayce’s bangs as he leans back against your desk.

“i’ll just have to watch tonight.” you respond with a smile.

and that was far easier said than done.

for jayce, he still wanted to have you involved in any way he could get you— and that came down to you ordering him around like a lost puppy. he wouldn’t move, kiss, or touch without your instructions. he wanted to obey every word you spoke while you watched from the sidelines. and vik was no help at all either; he wanted all of this. wanted your gaze to watch their every move while jayce followed your every order to make him feel good. wanted to know you were included just as much as jayce did. and after some pretty pouting and a mix of pleas, you finally agreed.

so between paragraphs breaks of whatever paper you had written up days before; you would take a glance at the men leaning against your desk. coming to said break, you look up from your notes as viktor is pressed against jayce’s chest while jayce trails kisses against his neck, his hands roaming over viktor’s thin waist. somewhere along the line you had managed to get them to strip their shirts off, without tearing any clothes thankfully, but jayce still refused to advance unless you told him so.

“kiss him baby.” you order jayce who happily obliges.

jayce turns viktor’s face towards him, kissing him eagerly as he caresses vik’s jaw with one of his big hands. their tongue’s clash together as they make out and jayce eats up every groan he draws from vik. you watch as jayce presses viktor back up against him, gripping his hips from behind, as the two kiss each other like they were both air they needed to breathe.

you glance briefly away to go over the next paragraph on your notes. you find yourself reading the printed words faster than before solely so your eyes can find the two of them just a little bit faster.

“blegh, i can taste the liquor you drank jayce.” viktor gripes as he breaks the kiss, sticking out his tongue a little. he could clearly taste the strong alcohol lingering on jayce’s tongue; and it almost made you want to taste jayce too, just to confirm.

“m’sorry v…” jayce apologizes with a little drunk pout before chasing after viktor’s lips once more. he returns to kissing viktor as you finally finish the paragraph as your gaze settles on the two once more, while their eyes fall closed as they kiss. you watch as jayce’s tongue runs over vik’s bottom lip before diving between his parted lips and you have to stifle your own whine watching them. you wish you could be jealous but you’re the one who declined in their activity so you’d just have to continue to watch, for now. thank god it was a tasty sight to behold.

“take his pants off, jay. he’s so hard.” you softly instruct, gesturing to the strain on viktor’s pants. even out of the corner of your eye you could see the bulge inside of his pants, begging to be freed. jayce is quick to have his hand travel down the front of vik’s thin torso, fumbling with the belt of his pants, as vik breaks their kiss once more to groan deeply at jayce’s large hand brushing up against his erection. and you can only watch for so long as jayce attempts and fails a few times to undo vik’s belt before you finally reach out with your free hand to unclasp the belt for jayce. who quickly does away with the it, muttering something incoherent about how horrible the design was, while smoothing a hand down the front of vik’s pants; giving him a firm squeeze. you smile at the noise vik makes.

“jerk him off for me pretty boy. make him feel really good.” you sigh, reluctantly turning your eyes to your notes once more.

you glance quickly over your notes while out of the corner of your eye you watch jayce practically manhandle vik. he’s unceremoniously yanking down the other’s underwear and by the sound vik makes you know jayce has wrapped his fingers around his cock. your eyes scan over the paper in your hand as your leg subconsciously bounces. and if listening to viktor softly whine wasn’t enough to distract you, the sound of jayce whispering sweet nothings while stroking viktor off was for sure making it a little harder to pay attention to the paper in your hands. and while you do manage to read the last few words of the paragraph (and you’ve probably had to re-read it a few times) you thank god; for there’s only one more paragraph left now. you debate going over it as quick as you can, finishing off the notes right then and there but before you can, viktor's voice draws your attention to the two once again.

“j-jayce!” viktor whines, throwing his head back. his fingers grip jayce’s forearms, while jayce continues to stroke him off, practically standing on the tip of his toes as he craves more and more from jayce. pleasure written all over his face as his amber eyes stare at jayce’s fingers rubbing over his tip. you knew how sensitive he was and so did jayce, clearly targeting his weak spot; even when drunk he was damn good with his hands. the sight and the noises slipping from both men made your thighs ache with need. you couldn’t deny your own growing want inside of you as you simply watch the two.

“your hand will not be enough jayce.” you mutter, eyes fluttering up at jayce’s drunk gaze. he glances at you just as he plants a heavy kiss against vik’s neck as his hand falters just a little at your words. realization breaks through the fog of his inebriated mind at what you’re telling him to do and he’s quick to act. he repositions viktor to take his spot on the desk and in one swift motion he drops down to his knees, adjusting viktor’s bad leg onto his shoulder to rest, while his hand wraps around the base of vik’s cock once again. without hesitating jayce is just as quick to wrap his mouth around the thick of vik’s head, swallowing him down until the very base.

at this point, you’d rather chew on glass than read these damn notes anymore but you manage to rip your eyes away from them one last time, skimming over the words as fast as you can, retaining absolutely nothing, just to finish off whatever paragraph you had left. finally done with these damn notes, you toss them onto the other side of the desk not being used, and hurriedly stand up. you strip off your shirt before joining viktor’s side. your fingers push through jayce’s dark hair while you capture vik’s lips and you eagerly get to swallow his moans this time. you can just barely taste the lingering liquor on his tongue from jayce but it’s still there; just enough as you press your tongue against vik’s.

viktor and jayce share a groan as you join their little entanglement. you press your other hand against vik’s thigh as jayce continues sloppily sucking him off. vik breaks your shared kiss with a whine. “thought you were just watching tonight?” viktor mutters with a sharp cry as jayce sucks, particularly rough, against his tip.

“yeah well, you two are gonna be the death of me.” you respond before diving back to his lips once more.

after the three of you finished fooling around for the night you’d definitely have to re-read over those damn notes again before tomorrow morning…you weren’t getting any damn sleep tonight.