#i’m still trying to wrap my head around it

[wondergirlsthings]

Paddock Showoff: Lando Norris Brags About His Famous Girlfriend

Lando Norris x Celebrity!Reader

The paddock was buzzing as always, reporters, team members, and fans milling about in a frenzy of pre-race energy. You were trying to stay low-key, dressed in a casual outfit and sunglasses, but there was no hiding the fact that you were there for one reason: Lando.

Lando, however, was anything but subtle. From the moment you’d arrived, he hadn’t stopped smiling, practically floating through the paddock. Every time someone asked him a question, he somehow managed to bring the conversation back to you.

“So, Lando, how’s the car looking for today’s race?” a reporter asked, shoving a microphone in his face.

“It’s great, feels fast,” he replied quickly before grinning and gesturing toward you. “But honestly, nothing makes me feel faster than knowing she’s here. Have you met her? She’s amazing. I’m dating her.”

You could only laugh from the sidelines as he gestured at you like a proud kid showing off his most prized possession.

Later, in the McLaren hospitality area, Lando was holding court with some of his teammates and engineers. “Guys, do you know who I’m dating?” he asked, leaning back in his chair with the smuggest grin imaginable.

“Yes, Lando,” one of the engineers groaned. “You’ve only mentioned it, like, ten times today.”

“Ten? That’s not enough,” Lando shot back, pulling out his phone. “Look at this picture of us. Isn’t she stunning? I mean, I still can’t believe she said yes to me.”

You walked up at that moment, raising an eyebrow as you heard the tail end of his conversation. “What are you showing them now?” you asked, arms crossed but smiling.

Lando turned to you, his face lighting up. “Just proving to everyone here that I’m the luckiest guy in the world. No big deal.”

You shook your head, trying to suppress your laughter. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”

He stood up, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. “Unbelievably in love, maybe,” he said cheekily, earning a round of groans and laughs from his teammates.

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop,” he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “But only because I need to go win a race. For her, of course.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the smile on your face. As he headed toward the garage, you heard him muttering to himself, “Dating my celebrity crush. Still can’t believe it.”

[sluttywonwoo]

my heater’s broken </3 so naturally:

nsfw // mdni

“when did they say they’d come to fix it?”

“monday.”

“ugh, we’ll be frozen solid by then.”

chris laughs quietly. “you’re so dramatic. we will be fine.”

“you might be fine,” you huff, “you generate enough body heat to make you sweat when it’s snowing.”

“c’mere then, let me share some of it with you.”

you shuffle over to his side of the bed and tuck yourself into him as little spoon. you’re still grumpy about the situation but at least you’re a little warmer.

“is that better?”

“yes,” you mumble. you tack on a ‘thank you’ at the end but it’s so quiet you’re not sure he hears.

it isn’t the first time you’re treating your boyfriend like a personal space heater and it won’t be the last, especially if he’s right about when your landlord was sending maintenance over.

you’re sure chris is secretly pumped about that, though. if he had his way, you’d fall asleep in his arms every night… but you toss and turn too much for it to be comfortable for you so he has to seize the rare opportunities when they’re presented to him.

one of his hands rests on your tummy, his fingers playing with the buttons of your pajama shirt.

“you know, you’d be warmer if you took your clothes off.”

“how does that make any sense?” you scoff.

“it’s true!” he insists. “they talk about it in twilight— i can warm you up faster if we’re skin to skin.”

you relent, and let him unbutton your shirt to take it off. chris sleeps naked so he’s several steps ahead of you already.

when he wraps his arms back around you, the difference is immediate. without any layers in between his chest pressed against your back, you’re practically engulfed in the heat that radiates from his body.

your muscles finally relax and your eyelids start to feel heavy but chris doesn’t seem so tired anymore.

“i can think of another way to get you even warmer,” he whispers.

you turn your head to try and peer at him through the dark. “is it what i think it is?”

“that depends, what do you think it is?”

you push yourself back into him instead of answering, confirming your suspicion when you feel him more than half hard against your ass.

“am i really that predictable?” he mutters, unable to keep from grinding into you now that you’re teasing him.

“your dick is.”

chris pulls you in tighter, using the hand he had been holding you with to push your panties to the side.

“whaddya say, baby? it’ll help…”

“fine,” you sigh.

he snorts. “that eager, huh?”

“i’m just tired,” you whine.

“i know, i promise i’ll make it worth your while.”

as if to prove his point, he starts rubbing your clit the way he knows you like it in slow, steady circles. he didn’t even have to feel around for it, he knew exactly where it was.

“w-what are you doing?”

“gotta get you wet enough first.”

he plays with you until he’s satisfied, until you’re dripping down his wrist. he licks your arousal from his hand, moaning around his own fingers, and then pushes himself inside of you from behind, still holding your body to his.

you moan as he bottoms out, the relief mixed with pleasure almost overwhelming.

“there,” he sighs happily. “now we can sleep.”

“you’re not… you’re not going to fuck me?”

“no, we’re just going to stay like this. this is to keep you warm, remember?”

“sex makes you warm too,” you insist.

“only for a little while. you’ll be cold again in no time, especially if we get sweaty.”

“but chris,” you whimper as you wiggle in his grasp, desperate for some friction.

he holds you in place with little to no effort which is both annoying and very hot. “if you’re still feeling needy in the morning we can revisit this, ok?”

you deflate, knowing there’s no way you’ll win this one.

“fine.”

“i love you, baby,” chris hums. you can hear the smirk in his voice, feel it when he kisses your cheek in finality.

“love you too,” you grumble.

at least you’re warm.

[pbaz7]

ONE SHOT: CHASING FOREVER 2

paige x azzk

warning: light sexual content (not much honestly)

word count: 8k

A/N: A few people requested a part 2 of this one with a few different prompts! This one is pretty much like the first one just something cute but it’s kind of a prequel! Hope you enjoy :)

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Paige pulled into her designated parking spot at the arena, backing in as Azzi glanced down at something on her phone. The car came to a smooth stop, and Paige hopped out, shutting her door quickly. Azzi reached for the handle to get out as well, but the click of the locks caught her off guard.

"Oh my God, Paige!" Azzi called, looking up to see Paige jogging around the front of the car, a grin plastered on her face.

"Hold on, hold on," Paige said dramatically as she unlocked the door and swung it open. "Alright it’s safe to get out now."

Azzi rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the laugh that rolled out. “You’re absolutely ridiculous.”

"Ridiculous or thoughtful? Pick one," Paige said, leaning down to offer her hand like she was escorting royalty.

Azzi took it, though she shook her head. “Baby I'm only 5 months. I’m barely showing. I don’t need you treating me like I’m made of glass.”

Paige ignored her, gently helping Azzi step out of the car. “You are literally carrying the most precious cargo in the world. If I don’t protect you, what kind of wife would I be?”

“I can still walk, you know,” Azzi said, amused. “I didn’t suddenly forget how to use my legs because I’m pregnant.”

“Uh-huh.” Paige wrapped an arm securely around Azzi’s waist as they began walking toward the arena. “And if I let you walk on your own, and you trip over one of those cracks in the concrete, whose fault would it be?”

“Yours, apparently,” Azzi teased. “Because my wife obviously controls the universe.”

“Exactly.” Paige grinned. “Glad we’re on the same page now.”

Azzi gave her a playful shove, though Paige barely budged. “You know this is only going to get worse the further along I get, right? You’re going to be insufferable.”

Paige looked at her with fake seriousness. “You knew what you were signing up for when you married me. It’s in the fine print.”

Azzi smirked. “Oh, I must’ve missed the part where you turn into an insanely overprotective bodyguard slash butler when I’m pregnant.”

“I prefer devoted partner and future mom of the year,” Paige said, brushing off her wife’s sarcasm.

As they reached the entrance to the arena, Azzi paused, looking at Paige with a softer expression. “You know I appreciate everything you do, right? Even if you’re over-the-top about it.”

Paige’s grin softened, her blue eyes sparkling as she leaned in to kiss Azzi’s temple. “I know. And I’m never gonna stop being over-the-top about you.”

Azzi rolled her eyes again despite her heart swelling. “Okay, but just don’t carry me in here or anything. We’re trying to keep this lowkey, remember?”

“Fine, fine,” Paige said, opening the door for her. “But only because I respect your boundaries…For now.”

They both laughed as they made their way toward the locker room, a few teammates glancing up and giving smiles and greeting them. Everyone on the team and within the organization had been sworn to secrecy about Azzi’s pregnancy, but they couldn’t help but admire how Paige hovered over her every chance she got.

As Azzi sat down in her usual spot, Paige grabbed her a water bottle and leaned down to kiss her forehead before heading off to her locker to get ready for the game. Azzi shook her head, smiling to herself.

“Over-the-top,” she muttered, but there was no denying she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Aaliyah strolled into the locker room with a grin, spotting Azzi sitting in the corner. She leaned casually against the bench, tilting her head. "How’s the baby daddy?" she teased.

Azzi laughed, resting a hand lightly on her bump. “The baby’s fine. But your friend is ridiculous,” she said, motioning toward the direction Paige was.

Aaliyah raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “What’d she do now?”

Azzi laughed, shaking her head. “She literally refuses to let me do anything alone. This morning, she followed me to the bathroom because she had just gotten out of the shower and said the floor was too slippery for me to go alone. I keep trying to tell her I’m pregnant, not hopeless but it’s like talking to a brick wall.”

Aaliyah burst out laughing, folding her arms. “I mean, you married Paige. You should’ve known she was going to turn into your personal bodyguard. Remember how she was at UConn? She literally didn’t leave your side if she didn’t have to.”

“True,” Azzi admitted with a smile. “But this is next-level. She offered to carry me to the car last week because she said it was too hot outside with the heatwave.”

Aaliyah laughed again. “She was like this even when you weren’t pregnant though. Remember when you got that stomach bug like your freshman year, and she showed up to the dorm with five different types of soup because she didn’t know which one you’d want that night?”

Azzi groaned, though her smile didn’t fall. “I remember and you were definitely in on it. You and Nika were sitting there hyping her up like it wasn’t already over the top.”

“Guilty,” Aaliyah said with a shrug. “But hey, it worked though, didn’t it? You got yourself a wife out of it.”

Azzi smirked, leaning back. “True. But I feel like it’s only going to get worse when I’m further along.”

Aaliyah grinned. “Absolutely. She’s going to be chasing after you with snacks and water 24/7.” She paused, for a second before she remembered something. “By the way, Nika and Caroline are already fighting over who gets to be the God mom. They’re both dying to come visit and see you guys when the seasons over.”

Azzi laughed. “I’m sure they were. Knowing those two, they’ll probably try to outdo each other with baby gifts.”

“Exactly,” Aaliyah said, shaking her head. “Nika already texted me asking if Paige had set up a baby registry yet because Paige refused to tell her anything.”

Before Azzi could respond, Paige returned with a large bowl of fruit in her hand. She handed it to Azzi with a proud smile. “Here you go, wifey.”

Azzi scrunched her nose at the sight of it, her appetite for acidic things these days fickle at best. “Fruit? Again?”

Paige gave her a pointed look, crossing her arms. “Yes, fruit. It’s good for you and the baby.”

Azzi sighed, already knowing she wasn’t going to win this argument. “Fine,” she muttered, taking the bowl reluctantly. But as soon as she spotted the pineapple and grapes, she wrinkled her nose even more. “You know I can’t eat these.”

Paige tilted her head, looking down at the bowl and immediately knew what Azzi was referring to. “What’s wrong with pineapple and grapes baby?”

Azzi shot her a look. “The pineapple is too acidic, and I just don’t trust grapes right now.”

Paige groaned lightly but grabbed the fork, fishing out the pineapple and grapes with exaggerated care. “You’re so picky these days,” she mumbled as she removed them, dropping some of the pieces onto a napkin and others in her mouth.

Azzi smirked slightly, satisfied now, but as Paige handed the bowl back, Azzi noticed one lonely piece of pineapple and a grape still sitting there with the rest of the fruit. She raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

Paige grinned. “One of each won’t hurt you.”

Azzi rolled her eyes but stabbed the pineapple with her fork, eating it with a dramatic slowness just to make her point. Paige watched, arms crossed, clearly fighting back a laugh.

Aaliyah bit her lip, trying not to laugh as she watched the whole interaction. “You’ve got her trained, P.”

Paige grinned, sliding onto the chair next to Azzi as she watched her eat every piece. “Gotta make sure my wife and baby are taken care of. It’s my job.”

Azzi rolled her eyes but leaned into Paige slightly as she ate. Aaliyah smirked, looking between them. “You two are disgusting, I’m leaving” she joked, though her smile said otherwise as she walked away.

…

Azzi sat on the bench, leaning back casually with her arms draped over the backrest, her legs crossed. Outwardly, she looked just like everyone else on the team, nodding along with the assistant coach’s occasional remarks and clapping when her teammates made a good play. But inwardly, she wasn’t paying as much attention to the game as she probably should have been.

It had all started a few minutes into the second quarter when Paige drove to the basket, got fouled, and managed to finish the layup. The crowd erupted as Paige flexed in front of the other team's bench, her biceps protruding as she looked at them with a smirk before walking to the free throw line. Azzi's heart skipped a beat, her stomach getting warm, and then...a heatwave crashed over her.

Oh God please not now, she thought, shifting uncomfortably as she uncrossed and crossed her legs again and adjusted her posture.

She tried to refocus on the game, but it was hopeless. From that moment on, Paige was the only thing Azzi could focus on. Every time Paige dribbled the ball, Azzi’s eyes were locked on the way her forearms tensed with each movement. When Paige pulled up for a jumper, Azzi found herself mesmerized by the way her shoulders rolled back. And when Paige sprinted down the court on a fast break, the sight of the sweat glistening on her arms made Azzi bite her lip unconsciously.

It was maddening. Azzi silently cursed her pregnancy hormones. She discreetly fanned herself with her hand for a moment and shifted in her seat again, trying to refocus, but every time she glanced at Paige, it got worse.

The worst s ame when Paige dove for a loose ball, her jersey riding up slightly as she scrambled back to her feet. Azzi nearly groaned out loud. She pinched the bridge of her nose and leaned back in her seat, silently begging for halftime to come quickly.

Her fingers tapped lightly on the edge of her seat as she forced herself to clap for another play.

But the way Paige’s muscles flexed as she high-fived a teammate after a timeout made Azzi seriously doubt her ability to make it through the game.

During the third quarter Paige clapped her teammates’ hands as she jogged to the bench, her jersey slightly untucked and her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. She plopped down in the empty seat next to Azzi, wiping sweat off her brow with her forearm before grabbing her Gatorade bottle from the trainers behind her. Azzi swore her pulse skyrocketed the moment Paige sat down.

Paige took a long sip of her drink before handing it over to Azzi, her silent way of telling her to hydrate. Azzi reluctantly took it, her hands brushing against Paige’s as she grabbed the bottle. That small touch alone made her legs ache, and she immediately scolded herself internally.

“You good?” Paige asked, leaning back against the bench and looking at her wife.

Azzi nodded, as she took a large gulp of the Gatorade trying to cool herself down. Paige started rambling about the game—something about the opposing team’s defense collapsing too easily in transition without a shooter on the wing—but Azzi couldn’t focus on a single word. Her gaze had dropped to Paige’s hands, her eyes tracing the veins that ran along them. They stood out prominently against her skin, glistening slightly with sweat, and Azzi was mesmerized.

“Azzi?” Paige’s voice snapped her out of her daze.

“Hm?” Azzi blinked, trying to play it cool.

“You’re not listening to a word I’m saying, are you?” Paige asked.

“I am!” Azzi insisted, sitting up straighter, but the way she shifted in her seat betrayed her. She bit the inside of her cheek, trying to ease the warmth spreading through her body.

Paige raised an eyebrow, her blue eyes narrowing slightly as if piecing something together. A slow smirk spread across her face, and she leaned a little closer to Azzi, lowering her voice. “Mmm... I see what’s happening.”

Azzi immediately avoided eye contact, crossing her arms in mock defiance. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Leave me alone.”

Paige chuckled, her smile widening as she leaned in closer, her breath brushing against Azzi’s ear so no one else could hear. “It’s the hot flashes, isn’t it?”

Azzi groaned softly, her cheeks flushing as she turned to glare at Paige. “Shut up,” she muttered, trying to fight the grin tugging at her lips.

But Paige only grinned wider, leaning back and resting an arm on the back of Azzi’s seat. “Can’t help it if my wife finds me irresistible,” she teased.

Azzi rolled her eyes, but the heat in her cheeks betrayed her. “You’re actually the most annoying person I’ve ever met.”

“Your fault for marrying someone who’s annoying,” Paige quipped, a glint in her eyes.

Azzi shot her a pointed look, though her lips twitched with a tiny smile. “Clearly, I wasn’t thinking straight,” she fired back, trying to regain the upper hand.

Paige grinned as she watched the game. “Nope, you’re just madly in love.”

Before Azzi could respond, the coach called for a substitution, motioning for Paige to check back into the game. Paige gave Azzi one last smirk as she stood, brushing imaginary dust off her shorts.

“Enjoy the show mama,” she said with a wink.

Azzi rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth flickered as she watched Paige stroll over to the scorer’s table, effortlessly exuding her charisma. She shook her head, muttering under her breath, “I married a narcissist,” though her gaze lingered a little too long on Paige’s retreating figure.

Azzi immediately regretted showing any signs to Paige because, from the moment her wife stepped back onto the court, she carried herself with an almost unbearable level of cockiness that the crowd fed into. It was like Paige knew every little thing that could send Azzi spiraling and turned it into a game of her own.

Every time Paige scored, she celebrated just enough to draw Azzi’s attention. After a three-pointer, she held up three fingers, her hand flexing purposefully as if she knew Azzi’s eyes would lock on the veins running down her arm. On the free-throw line, Paige closed her eyes, took a deep breath and dragged her tongue slowly across her lips before releasing the ball, making it impossible for Azzi to think about anything else.

When Paige got another and-one, she flexed her arms again, turning just slightly toward the bench. Her muscles rippled under her jersey, and the subtle cock of her head as she looked directly at Azzi made it clear she knew exactly what she was doing.

Then there was the jersey wipe. It should’ve been innocent—a player lifting their jersey to wipe sweat from their face—but when Paige did it, exposing the muscles of her stomach, Azzi felt her entire body tense. She crossed her legs tightly and clenched her jaw, desperately willing herself to focus on the game.

Just as Azzi thought she might get a moment of reprieve during a timeout, Paige managed to take it a step further. As she walked past her to sit on the bench, she casually brushed her hand along the small of Azzi’s back. It was brief, barely noticeable to anyone else, but the heat radiating from Paige’s body sent a shiver down Azzi’s spine.

Azzi’s breath hitched, and she instinctively closed her eyes, trying to steady herself. This woman is literally going to give me a heart attack, she thought, exhaling sharply.

When she opened her eyes, Paige was already standing up from the huddle, her smirk practically glowing as she called out over her shoulder, “You’re doing so well.”

Azzi shook her head, biting the inside of her cheek to stop herself from smiling as she sat down.

It was maddening how something so simple—so mundane—could leave her feeling completely needy.

…

After the game, a few players lingered on the court to sign autographs and take pictures with the fans who had stuck around. Azzi, always being generous with her time, was among them, chatting and smiling as she signed jerseys and basketballs. Paige, of course, stayed nearby—not hovering, but never straying out of earshot. She leaned casually against the scorer's table, talking to a few people, occasionally glancing over at Azzi while she talked with fans. She always had that protective instinct about her with Azzi, but it was heightened now that Azzi was pregnant.

As Azzi handed back a signed jersey, a young fan excitedly darted forward, accidentally bumping into her stomach with their elbow in the process. It wasn’t a hard hit—just enough to be uncomfortable—but it was enough to make Paige’s head fully snap in that direction as Azzi’s hand immediately went to her stomach instinctively.

Her relaxed posture vanished instantly as she straightened, her piercing blue eyes narrowing on the scene. Paige took a step forward, already halfway to Azzi before Azzi noticed her.

She turned to meet Paige’s gaze at the same time with a calm expression already knowing her wife was panicking. Her brown eyes softened as she shot Paige a subtle warning look—Relax.

Paige froze in place, jaw tight as her gaze flicked between Azzi and the fans. She knew Azzi didn’t want her to overreact in public, but the protective instinct ringing in her head was almost impossible to suppress.

Azzi, reading Paige like a book, gave her a barely noticeable thumbs-up, her lips curling into a small smile to emphasize she was fine.

Paige exhaled through her nose, her shoulders relaxing slightly, though her eyes still lingered on Azzi for a moment longer as if double-checking. When Azzi turned back to the fan, resuming their conversation without missing a beat, Paige backed off.

Aaliyah, who had been signing things a few feet away, smirked as she walked over to Paige. “You good there, Mama Bear?” she teased under her breath, nudging Paige’s arm.

Paige rolled her eyes, but smiled softly as she crossed her arms. “I’m fine,” she muttered, her eyes still trained on Azzi. “Just...watching.”

Aaliyah chuckled and shook her head, patting Paige’s shoulder. “Yeah, I’ll bet you are.”

Meanwhile, Azzi gave one last signature before walking toward Paige. “You good, protector of all things Azzi?” she teased, her voice quiet as she reached her wife’s side.

Paige shrugged, sliding an arm around Azzi’s waist. “Yup,” she replied, pressing a quick kiss to Azzi’s temple as they started walking towards the locker room.

Azzi sighed but leaned into Paige anyway, unable to resist the warmth of her touch. “You’re going to give yourself a heart attack one of these days if you don’t relax.”

Paige grinned, her blue eyes sparkling. “Maybe but it’ll be worth it .”

…

Azzi sat off to the side in the back, her arms crossed and legs stretched out in front of her as she listened to Paige handle the press conference. Her mind wandered between the questions being asked, her own thoughts, and the swirl of heat she couldn't quite settle. The questions ranged from the usual—about her performance in the game, team dynamics, and upcoming opponents.

Paige, as always, answered everything with ease.

“Paige, how do you feel about your performance tonight? Do you feel like the team is in rhythm as you head deeper into the season?”

Paige nodded, leaning slightly forward. “Definitely. Um, we’ve been working hard in practice, and today was just a reflection of that. The chemistry’s there, and everyone’s stepping up when we need them. It’s just been fun to see it all come together on the court.”

Azzi found herself watching her wife with an almost distracted admiration. Paige had always been good at controlling the narrative, redirecting it as she needed. She answered with confidence and gave just enough without overexplaining. But as much as Azzi tried to focus on the flow of the conference, her body was betraying her again.

The sudden wave of heat hit her like a punch, taking her breath away. Azzi shifted slightly, her arms uncrossing as she tried to fan herself subtly without drawing attention. The flush spread from her neck to her face, and she clenched her jaw, her hands gripping the armrests of her chair. Her pregnancy hormones weren’t just inconvenient—they were relentless when she didn’t listen.

Azzi closed her eyes briefly, focusing on her breathing as Paige answered another question about their strategy tonight. She heard her wife’s steady voice cutting through the heat in her mind like a lifeline.

But then, as she opened her eyes, the question they'd all been dreading came.

“Paige,” one reporter began, leaning forward in his chair, “there have been reports from trusted sources that your wife, Azzi Fudd, is out for the season due to pregnancy. Can you confirm or deny this?”

Azzi froze as she tightened her grip on the armrests. Her stomach clenched, and she had to force herself to not press her hand over her belly as if to shield herself. She glanced at Paige, whose jaw tightened ever so slightly, but she kept her expression professional.

“Azzi is out right now due to an ankle injury,” Paige said. “That’s what the official report says because that’s exactly what it is. She’s taking the time to recover, and she’ll come back when she’s ready.”

The reporter wasn’t satisfied. “Yes, that’s what the official report says, but sources suggest otherwise. Are you saying there’s no truth to the pregnancy rumors?”

Paige let out a slow exhale through her nose, her lips pressing together briefly before she responded. “Um. Unfortunately I don’t think you can really take the words of ‘trusted WNBA sources’ a lot of times,” she said, the edge in her tone subtle. “Um, they have a history of spinning whatever narrative they want to fit the news cycle. We can take my situation coming out of college as an example. Back then I personally stated multiple times that I would be going to the draft after my season ended, but that didn’t stop reporters from writing articles about me trying to force my way out of Dallas with claims of me threatening to stay an extra year.”

The reporter pressed again. “Well, you kind of did eventually force your way out.”

Paige chuckled dryly, shaking her head. “I wouldn’t say forced,” she said, her tone still calm but laced with some sarcasm. “I had a genuine conversation with the front office about not being happy there, and they were able to work with me. We both got something out of the trade and we have a very good relationship to this day.”

Azzi shifted in her seat, trying to quell the heat building inside her. She knew Paige could handle the questions, but the scrutiny felt unbearable. The way the reporter kept pressing, the way her pregnancy was being prodded into the spotlight—it made her stomach churn.

“And as for the claims that your wife, Azzi Fudd, is expecting a child?” the reporter continued, asking the same question he’s already stated.

Paige’s jaw clenched again, her patience clearly thinning. “I’m not Azzi. I’m Paige,” she said firmly. “So I can’t really answer questions about Azzi for you. While yes, I am married to Azzi, we are two different entities. We’re two separate people with separate emotions, thought processes, expectations, you name it. So no, I, Paige Bueckers, cannot answer a question for Azzi Fudd right now.

The silence that followed was heavy, the reporter seemingly unsure how to respond as he sat back down.

Azzi let out a slow breath, her body relaxing slightly as she watched Paige shut down the line of questions.

Paige moved on to the next question with ease, her tone shifting back to a more casual rhythm as the questions transitioned back to basketball. But Azzi wasn’t paying attention anymore. She was too caught up in the way Paige had defended her and protected their privacy.

Azzi leaned back in her chair, exhaling slowly as she tried to focus on calming her body. Focus, Azzi. You survived a whole game, you can survive the rest of this press conference, she told herself. But the way Paige’s eyes kept flickering to the back of the room to her to check on her was making it incredibly difficult.

…

When they finally got home Azzi lay propped up against the headboard, her robe tied loosely around her as she flipped through the pages of her book. She was trying to focus on the words in front of her, but her thoughts kept drifting to the press conference earlier that day, and, more recently, to Paige. The sound of water shutting off in the bathroom made her glance up, her eyes lingering on the closed door.

When Paige finally emerged, a cloud of steam trailed behind her. Paige’s towel was wrapped snugly around her body, her skin glistening with lingering drops of water. Her hair damp around her shoulders. She moved toward the dresser, completely unaware of the effect she was having on Azzi as she sifted through her clothes.

Azzi’s eyes followed every movement, her gaze dragging down the muscles in Paige’s back as they flexed with each small shift. She bit her lip, her book forgotten in her lap. She wanted to focus on something—anything—other than the heat building in her chest, but it was impossible when Paige looked so effortlessly gorgeous.

“Baby,” Azzi said softly, her voice cutting through the quietness of the room.

Paige glanced over her shoulder, eyebrows raised. “Hm?” she replied absently, holding a folded T-shirt in her hand.

Azzi didn’t answer right away. Instead, she motioned with her hand, beckoning Paige to come over..

Paige set the shirt down and walked toward the bed. “What’s up?” she asked, her tone casual. She leaned down, her hand finding its place on Azzi’s stomach, her touch light. “You okay?” she asked softly, her brows knitting together with concern.

Azzi nodded, her hand coming up to rest on Paige’s. “We’re fine,” she assured her.

Paige exhaled in relief, her thumb tracing a soothing circle over Azzi’s stomach. “Why you being so ominous then?”.

Azzi tilted her head, a faint smile tugging at her lips as she watched her wife. Paige didn’t even realize how naturally her protectiveness kicked in, and something about that melted Azzi’s heart.

Azzi’s hand slid up, brushing against Paige’s wrist, and she gave a playful tug. “Sit with me for a second,” she murmured, her voice dipping slightly.

Paige tilted her head, curious but still confused. “You sure you’re okay baby?” she asked again, even as she lowered herself to sit on the edge of the bed beside Azzi.

Azzi nodded again, her hand still holding Paige’s. “I just missed you,” she said simply, her voice soft but laced with something that made Paige pause.

Paige finally looked at her, really looked at her, and something in Azzi’s expression made her eyes narrow slightly. “You’re looking at me funny,” Paige teased, though her own voice dipped slightly, a smirk tugging at her lips.

Azzi chuckled, her hand brushing against Paige’s again. “You’re the one walking around here looking like that,” she responded, her eyes glancing at the towel still wrapped around Paige’s body.

A grin broke across Paige’s face as she leaned closer. “Ohhh, so that’s what this is about,” she teased, as her hand shifted, her fingers gently squeezing Azzi’s side.

Azzi rolled her eyes but didn’t bother denying it. “Can you blame me?” she said as her gaze flickered over Paige’s face. “You’re just... impossible sometimes.”

Paige’s grin softened into something warmer as she leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Azzi’s lips. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” she murmured against her lips before pulling back, her hand still resting over Azzi’s stomach.

When Paige pulled back to look at her, Azzi’s eyes were dark, her robe slipping just enough to show the soft curve of her collarbone.

Paige smiled, her hand sliding along Azzi’s side but carefully avoiding her stomach. “You miss me, huh?” she teased as her thumb grazed the edge of Azzi’s robe.

Azzi didn’t bother hiding her impatience. “I miss you,” she repeated, her voice firmer now. Her fingers curling around Paige’s forearm, pulling her closer. “You. Not just your company.”

Paige raised an eyebrow at her, amusement flickering in her expression. “You’re cute,” she murmured, but there was no hesitance in her movements as adjusted herself, carefully balancing her weight so she hovered over Azzi without putting any pressure on her stomach.

Azzi’s hands were on her instantly, sliding up Paige’s arms, then into her damp hair. “Come here,” she whispered, and before Paige could respond, Azzi tugged her down into a kiss.

Paige had every intention of starting slow, to take her time, but Azzi had other plans. The kiss was urgent from the start, Azzi’s tongue sliding past Paige’s lips without hesitation, her fingers tangling in Paige’s hair to keep her close. Paige groaned softly, adjusting to Azzi’s pace immediately, her hand sliding down to grip Azzi’s hip. The sound of their breathing filled the room, mingling with the faint rustle of fabric as Paige’s towel began to loosen.

Azzi pulled back just enough to speak, her lips brushing against Paige’s as she murmured, “I don’t need foreplay.” Her voice was breathless, and when Paige pulled back to give her an incredulous look, Azzi’s cheeks flushed. “Please,” Azzi whispered, her tone almost desperate now. “I’ve been dealing with this for hours.”

Paige blinked at her, and then a soft chuckle escaped her lips. “Hours, hm?” she repeated, tilting her head.

Azzi groaned, her hands tightening in Paige’s hair in frustration. “Paige,” she said, her voice a low warning.

Paige hummed, her smirk softening into a smile as she leaned back down, her nose brushing against Azzi’s. “Okay, okay,” she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Azzi’s mouth. “Whatever you want, baby.”

With that, Paige obliged, trailing her hand down Azzi’s body undoing her robe gently before finishing her journey and settling in between Azzi’s legs.

As she felt what was going on Paige’s chuckle was soft, and Azzi’s eyes snapped open, narrowing into a glare. “Shut up,” Azzi muttered, tugging lightly at Paige’s damp hair to make her point.

Paige only grinned wider, her lips twitching as she leaned in closer. “Mmm, don’t be embarrassed baby” she teased, slipping her fingers into Azzi easily as she tilted her head to kiss her.

Azzi sighed into the kiss at the feeling, her hands finding their way back into Paige’s hair, tugging her even closer. The kiss deepened quickly, and Paige hummed against Azzi’s lips, loving the warmth and the way her wife clung to her.

Breaking the kiss, Paige trailed her lips down Azzi’s jaw, her kisses soft but knowing exactly where they needed to go. She dipped lower, pressing her lips to the curve of Azzi’s collarbone before murmuring, “I love you, mama.”

Azzi sighed contentedly, her body relaxing against the pillows as she whispered back, “I love you too, baby.”

Paige smiled against her skin, the curve of her lips brushing Azzi’s chest as she moved to the spot just below her collarbone. When Paige nipped lightly at the sensitive area, Azzi let out a soft whimper, her fingers tightening in Paige’s hair to pull her closer.

“I’m not going to last long,” Azzi admitted, her voice breathy as her body reacted almost instantly to Paige’s touch.

Paige laughed, the sound vibrating against Azzi’s skin as she kissed the spot she’d just bitten. “I know, baby,” she murmured. “Something about this pregnancy, huh?”

Azzi groaned, her cheeks flushing embarrassed by how easily Paige unraveled her these days. “Don’t start,” she mumbled, but the way her body arched into Paige’s touch as she curled her fingers betrayed her words.

Paige lifted her head, her eyes meeting Azzi’s with a soft, adoring gaze. “I promise I’m not complaining,” she admitted. “You’re perfect like this, beautiful. I love every version of you.”

Azzi’s breath hitched at the sincerity in Paige’s words, and she reached up to cup her wife’s face, her thumb brushing over Paige’s cheek. “You’re too good to me,” she whispered, pulling her down into another kiss.

Paige hummed softly as she kissed Azzi deeply, her fingers moving exactly the way her wife needed. The way Azzi was arching into her had Paige biting back a smirk. But when Azzi’s hands slid down to grip her lower back, trying to pull her even closer, Paige paused, lifting her head slightly.

“Careful, pretty,” Paige murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from Azzi’s face as she looked into her eyes.

Azzi’s breath hitched, her jaw clenching as her hands flexed against Paige’s back. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she whispered back, “I am being careful.”

Paige shook her head lightly, amusement flickering in her eyes as she leaned down to kiss Azzi’s jaw. “Mmm, no, you’re being impatient,” she teased as her fingers slowly worked.

Azzi exhaled sharply, gripping Paige tighter. “Can you blame me?” she said breathily, tilting her head back slightly as Paige’s lips wandered. “You’ve been driving me crazy since the moment you walked out of the bathroom.”

“Yeah?” Paige said softly, dragging her lips back up to Azzi’s ear. “Tell me how.”

Azzi groaned as she felt herself getting closer, her fingers tangling in Paige’s hair again. “You standing there with your towel, like you didn’t know exactly what you were doing—”

Paige chuckled, cutting her off with a gentle bite to her earlobe. “I wasn’t doing anything,” she whispered against her ear.

Azzi scoffed lightly, her voice breathy. “You exist, Paige. That’s the problem.”

Paige grinned against her skin, her kisses moving lower again. “I can’t help that, beautiful,” she murmured.

Azzi’s breathing quickened, her hands gripping Paige’s shoulders tighter as her body started to tense beneath her. A soft whimper escaped her lips, her head tilting back into the pillow. “Fuck I’m right there baby,” she whispered shakily, her voice trembling as her body reacted to Paige’s touch.

Paige smiled, leaning back up to brush her lips against Azzi’s ear. Her voice dropped to a soft whisper, speaking directly to the parts of Azzi she knew would unravel at her words. “That’s it, mama,” she murmured. “I can’t wait for you to give me kids baby.”

Azzi gasped, her back arching as her body melted into Paige’s. The combination of Paige’s words, her touch, and the overwhelming sensations rushing through her left her trembling. Paige kissed the side of her neck softly, her hand firm against her hip as she held Azzi in place.

“You’re everything to me,” Paige whispered, her lips brushing against Azzi’s jaw now. “You’re going to be the best mom, baby. I already know it. And I promise I’ll be right there with you every step of the way.”

Azzi’s nails dug into Paige’s shoulders, her body instinctively curling into her wife as a soft moan escaped her lips. Paige tilted her head up slightly, capturing Azzi’s lips in a kiss, their breaths mingling as Azzi came undone under Paige.

As Paige hovered over Azzi, she trailed slow, lingering kisses over her chest and neck, her lips barely grazing the heated skin as Azzi calmed herself down. Between each kiss, she murmured softly.

“I love you,” she whispered, pressing a kiss just below Azzi’s jaw. “You’re everything to me.”

Another kiss, slower this time, just above Azzi’s collarbone. “You’re so gorgeous… so perfect.”

Paige’s lips traced down to the center of Azzi’s chest as her fingers gently brushed over her sides. “I don’t tell you enough how much I appreciate you, how much I need you.”

She kissed just above Azzi’s heart, letting her lips linger as she whispered, “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I swear I’ll spend forever making sure you never doubt how much I love you baby.”

Azzi exhaled softly, her fingers threading into Paige’s damp hair, holding her close as Paige continued her slow worship.

After a long moment, Paige finally sat up, reaching for the towel at the edge of the bed, wiping her hand as she stood up. She moved to head toward the dresser to grab some boxers and a shirt. But as she turned, Azzi playfully reached out and smacked her butt.

Paige froze mid-step, narrowing her eyes as she turned to glare at Azzi, though the corners of her mouth twitched. “Really?”

Azzi smirked, leaning back against the headboard. “What? You walked away. That’s your fault.”

Paige rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she pulled on her boxers and shirt. “You’re a menace,” she mumbled.

Once dressed, she wandered back to the bed, crawling onto the mattress before settling herself between Azzi’s legs. She rested her head on Azzi’s thigh, her cheek pressed close to her stomach. Azzi let out a soft sigh, her hand going to Paige’s back, tracing slow patterns against the fabric of her shirt.

Paige hummed at the soothing motion, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before opening again. She shifted slightly, tilting her head so she was closer to Azzi’s stomach. “Hey, little one,” she murmured.

Azzi smiled down at her, her fingers continuing their gentle path along Paige’s back.

“I don’t know if you can hear me yet, but just in case,” Paige said, her lips brushing against Azzi’s skin as she spoke, “you have the coolest mom ever. She’s strong, intelligent, and so kind. She’s a little bossy, but we let that slide because she’s also really pretty.”

Azzi laughed, her other hand reaching down to brush through Paige’s damp hair. “Bossy, huh?”

Paige grinned but didn’t look up. “You’re interrupting. I’m talking to my kid.”

Azzi rolled her eyes playfully but said nothing, letting Paige continue.

“I’m gonna make sure you get spoiled, but don’t tell her I said that. She says I have to say no to you sometimes,” Paige whispered conspiratorially, glancing up at Azzi with a smirk.

Paige shifted slightly, nuzzling closer to Azzi’s stomach as she continued to speak softly. “You’re going to be the best basketball player to ever walk the planet. No pressure, though, I promise,” she said with a smile.

Azzi raised an eyebrow. “What if she doesn’t want to play basketball?”

Paige scoffed, her head shifting up to look at Azzi. “What if she doesn’t want to play basketball?” she repeated incredulously, as if the thought was absurd. “You can’t have Paige Bueckers and Azzi Fudd as your moms and not play basketball. That’s illegal. Absolutely not. Non-negotiable.”

Azzi rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her laugh. “You’re ridiculous. What if she wants to do, I don’t know, art? Or music?”

Paige flopped her head back down dramatically. “Fine. She can paint murals or compose symphonies—after she drops a sufficient stateline in a game.”

Azzi shook her head, laughing softly. “You’re crazy.”

Paige smirked but didn’t let up. “And while we’re at it, no dating until you’re 30 baby.”

Azzi snorted. “Thirty? That’s a little extreme, don’t you think?”

“Nope,” Paige said firmly, resting her chin on Azzi’s thigh to look up at her. “You know how people can be. You’ve seen the DMs. Nope. Not happening. She’ll thank me later.”

Azzi chuckled, shaking her head. “Oh, so you’re the strict mom now?”

“Duh,” Paige said, grinning. “Fun but strict. You can have whatever you want, little one. Whatever makes you happy—except dating.” She pressed a kiss to Azzi’s stomach. “And basketball is mandatory.”

Azzi rolled her eyes again, but the smile on her face was huge. “You’re really giving her all the rules already?”

Paige leaned up just slightly, her expression softening as she rubbed her thumb along Azzi’s stomach. “I’m gonna love you more than almost anything, you know that?”

Azzi tilted her head, her smile quirking up into a smirk. “Almost?”

Paige hummed, brushing her lips against Azzi’s stomach before looking up at her. “Mmm, you’ll always come first.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow. “Paige, you can’t put me before our child.”

“Yes, I can,” Paige replied firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. “You’re my wife.”

Azzi let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “And she’s going to be our child.”

Paige nuzzled against Azzi’s stomach, her voice dropping to a mumble as if she were sharing a secret with their unborn baby. “Statistics show children usually end up happier when their parents prioritize each other over anything because it creates a more stable environment for them.”

Azzi couldn’t help the laugh that came out of her. “Oh, really? And where’d you hear that?”

Paige glanced up with a small smirk. “I was reading on the plane. Wanted to make sure I got this parenting thing right.”

Azzi grinned down at her, shaking her head as her fingers gently tangled in Paige’s hair. “You’re so extra sometimes, you know that?”

Paige shrugged as she kissed Azzi’s stomach again. “Maybe, but you married me anyway. Which means you’re stuck with me—and my stable-environment parenting theories.”

Her gaze softened as she looked down at her wife, her heart full. “You’re gonna be such a great mom Paige” she said quietly.

Paige turned her head to look up at Azzi, her face lighting up with a smile. “Only because I have you.”

Azzi leaned down slowly, kissing Paige’s head. “We’ve got this.”

Paige nodded, resting her head back on Azzi’s thigh. “Yeah, we do.” They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in their quiet little moment, the world beyond their room fading into insignificance as Paige talked to Azzi’s stomach and Azzi started to read her book again.

…

It wasn’t until the middle of the night when something exciting happened again. Paige sound asleep, her body completely relaxed against Azzi’s. That was, until she felt her wife nudging her gently. Paige grumbled under her breath, pulling Azzi closer and burying her face in Azzi's chest.

“Baby,” Azzi whispered softly, her tone almost pleading.

Paige hummed, not bothering to lift her head. “Mmm?”

“I really really want some ice cream,” Azzi said.

Paige cracked one eye open, peeking up at Azzi through her lashes. When she saw the look on Azzi's face, she knew her wife wasn’t joking. “Ice cream tonight, hm?” she asked groggily, her voice laced with sleep.

Azzi nodded earnestly. “Mhm. I really want Cold Stone.”

Paige groaned softly, a half-laugh escaping her lips as she shifted onto her back. “You’re so lucky I love you,” she muttered, untangling herself from Azzi. She reached over to turn on the lamp, the soft glow illuminating her sleepy features as she blinked at the clock on her phone. 3:17 AM. Paige couldn’t help but laugh.

Azzi smiled up at her, unbothered by the time. “I don’t want it. Your daughter does,” she said with a grin.

“Righttt blame the other princess,” Paige said, shaking her head as she threw her legs over the side of the bed as she got up to put on some sweats and a hoodie.

Azzi watched her with a warm smile, her heart swelling as Paige pulled on her hoodie. When Paige came back to the bed to grab her phone, Azzi tugged lightly on the hem of her hoodie, pulling her down for a kiss.

Paige let herself melt into it for a moment, the warmth of Azzi’s lips erasing any lingering sleep. “I’ll be back,” she murmured softly as she straightened up.

“I love you, be safe please.” Azzi whispered, her fingers brushing Paige’s wrist as she let her go.

Paige smiled down at her, her expression filled with love. “I love you too, baby momma.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, but the chuckle that followed gave her away. “I am not a baby momma. I’m your wife.”

Paige grinned and shrugged, leaning down to kiss her one last time. Then, with a quiet laugh, she grabbed her keys and walked out of the room.

When Paige returned about 20 minutes later, ice cream in hand, she walked quietly up the stairs. As she entered the bedroom, she found Azzi sound asleep, her phone still loosely clutched in her hand. Paige noticed the screen was open to Life 360, showing her location the entire time.

Paige couldn’t help but laugh softly, shaking her head as she set the Cold Stone on the bedside table. Gently, she took Azzi’s phone from her hand, being careful not to wake her too abruptly.

Leaning down, Paige whispered close to her ear, “Baby, do you still want your ice cream?”

Azzi’s eyes fluttered open immediately at the mention, and she sat up almost on instinct, her drowsiness quickly giving way to excitement. “Mhm,” she mumbled.

Paige grinned, amused at her wife’s antics. “You were just knocked out two seconds ago,” she teased as she slid onto the bed next to her.

Azzi ignored the comment, leaning back against Paige’s chest as she got comfortable on her side. “Can you feed me?” she asked softly, tilting her head up to look at Paige with a small smile.

Paige rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the warmth in her expression. “You’re really milking this pregnancy thing, huh?” she teased, grabbing the ice cream and spoon from the table.

Azzi smirked, resting her hands on Paige’s thighs as Paige opened the spoon. “You offered to go get it, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Paige muttered, scooping some ice cream and holding the spoon to Azzi’s lips.

Azzi hummed happily as she took the bite, leaning further into Paige. “You’re the best wife ever,” she murmured, savoring the sweet treat.

Paige smirked, kissing the top of Azzi’s head. “I know. You’re lucky I love you... and your crazy 3 a.m. cravings.”

Azzi giggled, tilting her head back to glance up at Paige. “Our daughter appreciates it, too.”

Paige laughed again, shaking her head as she scooped another spoonful of ice cream. “Well, you two better remember this when she’s waking us up at 3 a.m. for something someday.”

Azzi smirked. “We both know you’re going to get up.”

Paige narrowed her eyes playfully, holding the spoon to Azzi’s lips. “No, I’m not.”

Azzi, opening her mouth for the spoonful of ice cream before looking up at Paige with a gleam in her eye. “Yes you are. You’re whipped.”

Paige raised an eyebrow, trying to act nonchalant. “No, I’m not.”

Azzi didn’t say anything more, just gave her a look.

Paige sighed dramatically, shaking her head. “I’m not whipped.”

Azzi just tilted her head, the smirk never leaving her face. “Uh-huh. Sure.”

Paige rolled her eyes, leaning back against the headboard.

Azzi chuckled softly before continuing. “We both know you’re going to get up for her when she’s up at 3 a.m., so don’t act like you’re not.”

Paige shot her a mock glare. “No, the hell I’m not. It’ll be your turn.”

Azzi just raised an eyebrow, her silent threat clear in the air.

Paige sighed again, shaking her head as she gave Azzi another spoonful of ice cream. “Fine. I’m whipped. I’ll get up in the middle of the night for our daughter. Happy now?”

Azzi grinned, satisfied with the unspoken victory giving her a soft kiss on the cheek. “Very.

The two of them stayed like that, Paige feeding Azzi spoonfuls of ice cream between quiet laughter and sleepy murmurs. But after a few minutes, Paige noticed Azzi hadn’t opened her mouth for the next bite. She glanced down and smiled, seeing her wife fast asleep.

Paige let out a quiet chuckle, carefully placing the ice cream and spoon on the bedside table before turning off the light. Slowly, she adjusted herself a little lower, mindful not to disturb Azzi, though she didn’t shift too much—Azzi was still laying sideways between her legs, using her as a pillow.

Paige exhaled as tiredness immediately hit her. She was a little uncomfortable at not being able to lay down fully but she didn’t care in the slightest. If this was what Azzi needed to sleep peacefully, she’d stay just like this all night. Her hand found its way to Azzi’s stomach, her thumb tracing slow circles as her eyes fluttered shut.

[fear-is-truth]

AND THERE WILL BE NO TENDERNESS

warnings — MDNI 18+ ．rough sex．dysfunctional relationship． nam-gyu being an awkward asshole author’s note — was kinda drunk when i drafted this, so… this may not be my best work

how had my life come to this?

you’d asked yourself a hundred times how your life had spiraled into a game of death over unpaid debts, but this? this was a new low.

NAM-GYU never bothered to hide his disdain for you—cutting you off mid-sentence, shoving past you without apology, and calling you every name under the sun whenever you so much as looked at him wrong. you’d stopped wondering what his problem was long ago. eventually, you just chalked it up to him being a miserable bastard who needed someone to take it out on.

for whatever reason, that someone was always you.

then thanos started flirting with you—it didn’t mean anything—just a brief distraction in a hellhole where people were mercilessly killed over childhood games, but apparently, it was enough to push nam-gyu’s irritation to a whole new level. he couldn’t stand you before, but now it seemed like everything you did irked him even more.

and yet, here you were, shoved into a bathroom stall with the same man who’d sworn he hated you, his body pinning yours against the door. you’d lost count of how many times he’d made you come, but that didn’t really matter.

you hated him too. no, scratch that—you still hated him. maybe not with the same fervour as before, but you sure as hell didn’t like him now. not even a little.

“thought you liked when he gave you attention,” nam-gyu sneered, breath hot against the shell of your ear. “was it fun? letting him look at you like that?” his words were punctuated with a sharp thrust, forcing a strangled gasp from your lips.

“what the hell are you talking about?” you hissed, trying to crane your head over your neck to shoot a glare at him, but nam-gyu’s hand was already gripping your jaw, tilting your head back until it rested against his shoulder.

“open,” you obeyed without thinking, lips parting to allow him to slip two digits into your mouth. the cool press of his ring grazed your lips, and you gagged slightly when his fingers hooked deeper, pressing down on your tongue as his pelvis ground into you with bruising force.

“you just don’t get it, do you?” the words poured out in a disjointed rush. “all this time, i’m right there, and you let him—” his voice broke off in a frustrated growl, and he shoved you harder against the door, hips snapping forward and sheathing himself to the hilt. you moaned around his fingers, and he cursed under his breath when he felt you clench around him.

“you’re mine now. got it?”

you nodded as best you could, his fingers still in your mouth making it impossible to respond properly. that must have been enough because nam-gyu lowered his head, trailing deceptively gentle kisses along your shoulder.

“good. ‘cause i fucking–” his teeth sank into your flesh, hard. the sharp pain startled you, and your teeth bit down reflexively, breaking skin. the metallic tang of blood coated your tongue, but if he noticed, he gave no indication.

“—hated seeing you look at someone else like that,”

he slammed you flat against the door, grasping your hips with bruising force as he rutted into you. the door hinges creaked under the onslaught, his movements relentless and animalistic, chasing his release with single-minded intensity. curse words spilled from his lips, gradually breaking down into incoherent groans as his pace quickened, each thrust sloppier than the last.

in a final, shuddering motion, he came hard, his arms wrapped around you tightly, crushing you to his chest as he trembled against you.

whimpering.

he stayed like that for a while, his breath coming in ragged bursts, the heat of it fanning across the back of your neck. slowly, nam-gyu pulled his bloodied fingers from your mouth, the faint tang of copper lingering on your tongue. warm lips traced soft kisses along your shoulder, the earlier aggression melting into something that could almost be described as…tender.

you stiffened.

the intimacy of it was almost worse than the roughness. worse than the fact that this had happened at all.

without thinking, you shoved him off.

nam-gyu let out a grunt as he stumbled back, catching himself on the wall. he stared at you for a second, then just rolled his eyes and started pulling on his clothes. neither of you said anything. the silence stretched on, broken only by the rustle of fabric.

“are you voting ‘yes’ tonight?”

you paused at his question, wiping at a smudge of blood near your mouth. your life was already a disaster—this situation was a perfect example.

“i’m here, aren’t i?”

his lips twitched into a faint smirk, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. you rolled your eyes and pushed past him, leaving the stall without another word.

 fear-is-truth 2025 — all rights reserved. do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarise my content.

[injeolmibbingsuu]

Drunken Tendencies...

starring: svt leader and husband! seungcheol x wife! reader; member! mingyu; member! seokmin; member! woozi; member! joshua; member! minghao; member! seungkwan; member! jeonghan; member! vernon; member! hoshi

aus: fluff!!

warnings: kissing

synopsis: Y/N goes out drinking with the seventeen members... and who else would come pick her drunk self up besides her loving husband?

word count: 1172

A/N: I think we all need a whipped seungcheol to take care of us when we are drunk...

He had received a text from Mingyu.

Brother Mingyu: Hyung... you should probably come pick up your wife.

Leader Seungcheol: What happened?

Brother Mingyu: She's drunk.

Leader Seungcheol: So? She can drink.

Brother Mingyu: She's currently pouting and trying to fight Seokmin over whether or not she could beat him in an arm-wrestling match.

Leader Seungcheol: ...

Leader Seungcheol: I’m on my way.

—

When he arrived at the bar, he was met with the sight of his wife (a phrase he was still adjusting to… but loving to say). His usually composed, sharp-witted wife was leaning over the table, dramatically pouting at Seokmin, her arms crossed like a child.

“I swear I could win!” she argued, her words slightly slurred but her conviction unwavering “You’re just scared!”

Seokmin, looking both amused and slightly exasperated, raised his hands in surrender. “Y/N-ah, I promise you, I’m not scared—” 

“Then arm-wrestle me, coward!”

“Hyung, please get your wife,” Woozi called out lazily from his seat, smiling as he nursed his drink. “She’s been challenging everyone here.”

Seungcheol sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before stepping closer. “Y/N.”

The moment she turned and saw him, her frustration melted away, and instead—her face lit up like he was the best thing she had ever seen. 

“Cheollie!” Y/N squealed, suddenly all giggly and shy, covering her face with her hands before peeking at him through her fingers. “Oh my God, you’re so handsome… Who let you out looking like this?”

The members burst into laughter as Y/N wobbled to her feet, stumbling slightly before dramatically pointing at Seungcheol. “Did it hurt?”

Seungcheol blinked. “What?”

“When you fell from heaven?” She giggled, swaying on her feet. “Because you are so fine, sir.”

“This is amazing—I’m recording this,” Mingyu whispered, already holding up his phone.

Seungcheol sighed, shaking his head fondly before stepping closer to Y/N, steadying her with his hands on her waist. “You’re drunk,” he said, amusement clear in his voice.

“I’m not drunk—” she paused, swaying slightly. “Okay, maybe a little.”

Y/N gasped dramatically, pressing her hands against his chest. “Wait, wait, wait—” She looked up at him with wide, dazed eyes. “Hey, are you single?”

Seungcheol nearly choked on air. “What?”

“Because I totally have a crush on you,” she whispered, blinking at him. “Like, you are so hot, I want to marry you.”

“You did marry me,” Seungcheol reminded her, exasperated but endeared.

She gasped again, this time in pure shock. “I did?! Who let me do that?!”

“You did,” Minghao answered, grinning as he sipped his drink.

“And you are very in love with him,” Joshua added helpfully.

Y/N turned back to Seungcheol, grabbing his collar and pulling him closer, her nose almost brushing his. “Oh my God. Good for me,” she whispered. “I have taste.”

Seungcheol sighed, wrapping his arms around her waist before lifting her up effortlessly. “Alright, that’s enough pick-up lines for one night—time to go home.”

As he carried her out, Y/N continued mumbling to herself, still giggling. “My husband is so hot. I’m so lucky. I should kiss him—”

“Let’s wait until we get home, yeah?”

“Wait, wait, wait—” she slurred, blinking at him with wide, glassy eyes.

He sighed, already knowing she was about to say something ridiculous. “What is it now, Y/N?”

“I just realized something super important,” she said dramatically, squeezing his cheeks so his lips puckered.

Seungcheol narrowed his eyes. “What—?”

Before he could finish, Y/N smashed a big, exaggerated kiss on his cheek.

And then another.

And another.

The members, who had stepped outside to watch, exploded into laughter.

“Oh my God, she’s attacking him!” Seungkwan shrieked, doubling over.

“This is amazing,” Hoshi gasped, pulling out his phone. “I’m never deleting this from my memory.”

"Wait, let me get the other side—" Y/N mumbled, twisting in Seungcheol’s hold to press a dozen more kisses all over his face—his forehead, his jaw, even the tip of his nose.

"Y/N—" Seungcheol tried to wriggle away, but she held onto him with an iron grip, giggling against his skin as she planted another kiss near his lips.

"Mmmwah!" she announced proudly, finally pulling back to admire her work.

Seungcheol, now thoroughly covered in bright red lipstick stains, groaned. “You’re unbelievable.”

Y/N beamed. “Now everyone knows you’re mine,” she said smugly, her drunken logic making perfect sense in her mind.

Mingyu was dying of laughter. "Hyung, you look like you just came back from war."

"A romantic war," Vernon corrected.

"Wait, Y/N-ah—give him one more on the forehead," Jeonghan encouraged.

Y/N, still giggling, leaned in and smacked a final kiss right in the center of Seungcheol’s forehead. "There! Now you look perfect!*"

He sighed, closing his eyes. "I am never picking you up from drinking again."

"Yes, you will," she whispered against his lips, grinning.

Seungcheol exhaled through his nose, his patience hanging on by a thread. "Let’s just go home before I leave you here."

As he carried her away, Y/N cuddled into his neck, still giggling. “You’re so warm, my handsome husband.”

Seokmin wiped a tear from his eye. “That was the most romantic thing I’ve ever witnessed.”

Seungkwan shook his head. “That was the funniest thing I’ve ever witnessed.”

—

Seungcheol barely got Y/N out of the bar before she demanded—not asked, demanded—a piggyback ride.

“Oppa! Give me a piggyback ride!!” she whined, stomping her foot like an impatient child.

Seungcheol, who was already sighing in exhaustion, turned to look at her. “Y/N, you’re drunk.”

“And you’re strong!” she countered, grinning up at him. “So be useful and carry your beautiful wife home—c’mon, c’mon!”

The members, who were still standing outside the bar, howled with laughter.

“I vote he does it,” Joshua said, crossing his arms. “It’s what a loving husband should do.”

“Yeah, Ddaddu,” Jeonghan smirked. “Don’t you love her?”

Seungcheol glared at them before looking back at Y/N, who was now fluttering her lashes at him dramatically. “Pleaaase, oppa~” she cooed, tilting her head. “You love me, right?”

Seungcheol exhaled sharply. “Get on before I change my mind.”

Before he could even bend down properly, Y/N jumped onto his back, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “Yay!!” she cheered, nuzzling into him. “My strong, handsome husband~”

Mingyu took his phone out. “Oh, this is going on Instagram.”

“Hyung, you’re the definition of whipped,” Seokmin teased.

“Shut up,” Seungcheol muttered, adjusting Y/N’s legs so she was secure. “I’m taking her home.”

As they walked off, Y/N swung her feet happily, her chin resting on Seungcheol’s shoulder. “You smell nice~” she murmured.

Seungcheol rolled his eyes but softened. “And you smell like soju.”

“That’s because I’m a party girl, oppa.”

“You’re a handful, is what you are.”

She giggled. “But you love me~”

Seungcheol sighed but squeezed her thigh gently. “Yeah. I love you. Now hold on tight before I really drop you.”

From behind them, they could still hear the members laughing.

Tag List: @seungkwansflower!

[the-original-skipps]

|| A Planned Distraction? || Nagumo Yoichi x Reader || Sakamoto Days ||

in celebration of sakamoto days anime im here to write about my favorite sd man just to contribute to the x reader fandom id be down to write more if anyone is interested and yes i am working on the hsr requests too 🫶

synopsis: in which nagumo comes home to immediately distract you from making dinner.

fem!reader. established relationship.

cw: suggestiveness. slight sexual content. breasts fondling.

“Yoichi”

“Mhmm”

“Your hands.”

At the mention of his hands, Nagumo gives your breasts a squeeze. His body glued to you from behind. His large hands cupping your bosom you try to stir the stew that’s currently simmering. A deadpan look crosses your face although he doesn’t see it. The assassin doesn’t even try to remove them, just pressing himself closer to you - nuzzling his face into your neck. Even though it’s not physically possible to be any closer to you.

“You’re making it really difficult to cook.” You say with a sigh, giving the stew a stir. Trying to ignore the ticklish sensation from his hair brushing against your cheek. “I’m helping you…” He mumbles against your neck, his thumbs circling your nipples through your t-shirt.

You couldn’t help the shiver that runs through you at his actions. “You’re n-not helping! Go wait for me in the living room…!” You manage to squeak out as you slam the spoon down on the counter grasping his wrists in an effort to pull his hands away from you. Nagumo immediately whines, releasing his grasp on your breasts to wrap his arms tightly around your shoulders instead. Not wanting to be an inch apart from you.

You knew it was meaningless trying to peel him off of you. You wouldn’t be able to win against him when it came to strength but his naughty hands were so distracting!

“Yoichi, please..!” Your words come out as a whine as you frustratingly lower your own hands to turn off the stove. Not wanting to burn the stew you spent painstakingly making before his sudden arrival. The man shakes his head in response, his face still glued to your neck.

You let out a sigh leaning back against him, figuring that he wasn’t going to budge anytime soon. He was always like this whenever he came home from work. You don’t dislike it, but you wished he didn’t keep teasing you by fondling your breasts!

“What would it take for you to let me finish making dinner?”

A moment of silence lingers as the dark haired assassin ponders your question. He then speaks up.

“Give me attention.” He says way too quickly, of course he’d say that. “I’ll give you plenty if you let me finish making dinner.” You soothe his tattooed arm, trying to reason with him but the man shakes his head.

“I need it now.”

You couldn’t help the smile that creeps up your lips. For being a deadly assassin he sure is adorable. Dammit! Your boyfriend is way too cute for his own good! You lightly chuckle before relenting, unable to resist him. A part of you also craving his attention as well, dinner would have to wait you suppose.

“Okay, finー”

Before you could even finish your sentence Nagumo effortlessly picks you up bridal style. A bright smile on his face as he carries you towards your shared bedroom. “That’s the spirit!” He laughs at your shocked expression, walking in then using his foot close to the door behind him.

You yelp out his name as Nagumo lays you down on the bed. Your back coming into contact with the soft sheets. He swiftly climbs on top of you, his arms caging your head - his dark eyes peering down at you with indescribable hunger.

“Dinner can wait, you’re what I need right now…” 

[slytherin-princess-x]

Don’t get caught

Theodore nott x y/n riddle

An/ hi guys I’m back with a new short story, enjoy

The air in my dorm room was thick, charged with the illicit thrill of stolen moments. Theodore’s hands were tangled in my hair, his lips hot and demanding against mine. My back was pressed against the cool wood of the door, my legs locked around his waist for balance. The world outside the confines of our clandestine bubble ceased to exist.

We’d been doing this for weeks now, navigating the treacherous waters of Hogwarts’ social scene while attempting to keep our relationship a secret. It was a dangerous game, one made all the more exhilarating by the lurking threat of discovery. Tonight, the risk felt palpable as his fingers grazed my bare skin beneath my school shirt, sending shivers that had nothing to do with the cold castle air.

Then, the world crashed back in with a jarring knock. My heart leaped into my throat, and I knew, before I even heard their voices, that our recklessness was about to catch up with us.

“Hey y/n, open the door!” Mattheo’s voice boomed from the other side, followed by Tom's, more measured but just as insistent, "Open up y/n."

Panic, cold and sharp, shot through me. I pulled away from Theo, my cheeks burning. The kiss was broken, the spell shattered. Theo, his grey eyes flashing with annoyance, released me, clearly frustrated at the interruption. I scrambled to unwrap my legs from his waist, my movements jerky and hurried. He was about to protest, his mouth opening to say something, but I slapped a hand over his lips, my eyes wide with warning.

“Shhh!” I hissed, pointing to the narrow gap between the door and the wall. He glared, but understood the gravity of the situation.

I pushed him behind the door where he wouldn’t be seen when I opened it. My shirt was disheveled, my breathing heavy, the only thing I had was my school shirt and my underwear. I tried to appear as calm as possible under the circumstances. Taking a deep breath, I edged the door open just enough to create a narrow opening, my back pressed against the frame.

“Hey Mattheo,” I said, my voice a little breathy. I focused my gaze on my brother's face, careful not to let my eyes wander past the threshold. “I’m kinda busy, sorry.”

Mattheo tilted his head, a flicker of suspicion in his dark eyes. "Busy? At this hour? What could be so important that you can't open the door?" he questioned, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Tom, ever the observer, stood behind Mattheo, his expression unreadable. I knew what they were both thinking.

My mind raced, trying to come up with a believable explanation. "Oh you know… study, cleaning… loads of things" I rambled, wincing at the patheticness of my alibi. It was clear I was flustered and it didn't go unnoticed by my brothers.

Meanwhile, Theo decided to be a menace. I felt his tongue dart out to lick my palm. He was testing me, pushing the boundaries of our precarious game. It was a dumb move, but a wave of something almost like amusement washed over me. I knew what he was doing. He wanted to see what I would do when put under pressure. Wrapping my hand around his neck, I squeezed gently, my nails grazing his skin. His eyes widened slightly, but he didn't resist, the amused smirk still playing on his lips. I knew what he wanted. If he wanted to play, I would play.

"You sound a little out of breath" Tom stated, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the small gap through the door.

"I um.. was just doing some yoga to wind down" I stammered, trying to maintain a straight face. I could feel Theo fidgeting behind the door, I hoped he would stay put.

Mattheo chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent another wave of panic through me. "Yoga? Really?" He was obviously not convinced either.

"Yeah, it helps me relax, you know?" I continued to lie, wishing I had an invisibility cloak handy.

I could feel their eyes piercing me, trying to see through the narrow gap. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. This was it, I thought, they were going to figure it out. I could almost hear Theo's exasperated sigh behind me.

"Well, if you're not going to open the door, I guess we'll just go" Mattheo said. He backed away slightly, Tom following him.

"Whatever" I huffed, trying to act like it didn't bother me that they didn't believe me with a small roll of my eyes.

The brothers gave me one last look before finally turning away. As soon as I heard their footsteps fade down the hall, I slammed the door shut, letting out a shaky breath of relief.

I immediately turned to Theo, my gaze full of equal parts panic and anger. "That was too close!' I hissed, my voice trembling. He peeled my hand off his mouth, his expression still annoyed despite the close call.

"Tell me about it, now where were we?" he said grabbing my face and pulling me in for another kiss, my panic immediately forgotten as I was swept into our secret world once more.

Taglist: @yootvi @redeemingvillains @littlemadamred @smut-anarchy

[semisasseater]

I don’t wanna let you go

Gf! se-mi x Gf! reader

Summary: reader accidentally falls and sprains her ankle while skating :( but luckily her gf is there !!

Tw: reader gets hurt, caregiving, wuh luh wuh, fluff, cuddling, kissing, let me know if i missed anything!

authors note: yes this story is about ME. because i do figure skating so everytime i hurt myself ill just go read my own fic easy ALSO i’ve been in such a pissy mood all day it’s NOT even funny i’ve genuinely been so mad today especially at everyone that slightly breathes the same air as me omfg i hate my period so much i’m genuinely tweaking out dude anyways i love my wife gabby yall she’s so amazing

Not proofread!

Word count: 645

The air was crisp inside the skating rink, the sound of your skates gliding across the ice echoing faintly. You had been practicing all morning for your upcoming competition, determined to perfect your routine. Se-mi sat nearby on the bleachers, watching you with an amused but protective eye. She didn’t say much, but the soft smile tugging at her lips spoke volumes—she was proud of you.

You went into another jump, spinning mid-air with precision, but as you landed, a sharp pain shot through your ankle. The landing was off, and you collapsed to the ice with a gasp.

“Y/N!” Se-mi’s voice broke through the sound of your fall.

Within seconds, she was at your side, kneeling on the ice despite the chill. Her hands hovered over you nervously before gently cradling your injured ankle.

“What happened?” she asked, her tone unusually soft for someone known for her sharp demeanor.

“I—I think I sprained it,” you whimpered, wincing as the pain radiated up your leg.

Se-mi frowned, concern etched into her features. “You overworked yourself again, didn’t you?” she sighed, shaking her head. “I told you to take breaks, but you never listen.”

“I just wanted to get it right…” you mumbled, guilt creeping into your voice.

She sighed again, but this time it was softer, filled with affection. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

Before you could protest, Se-mi scooped you up in her arms as if you weighed nothing. “Se-mi, I can walk—”

“No, you can’t,” she interrupted firmly. “And I’m not risking you hurting yourself more. Just let me take care of you.”

You blushed but nodded, resting your head against her shoulder as she carried you out of the rink.

Back at your shared apartment, Se-mi gently set you down on the couch and immediately got to work. She grabbed an ice pack and a bandage, kneeling in front of you as she carefully propped your ankle up on a pillow.

“This is going to sting a little,” she said, pressing the ice pack against your swollen ankle. You hissed but stayed still as she tended to you. Her touch was careful, almost tender, as she wrapped your ankle with the bandage.

“There,” she said, tying off the wrap and sitting back to admire her work. “That should help. Now, don’t you dare try to get up without me, understand?”

You smiled softly. “Yes ma’am”

Se-mi smirked at your tone before her expression softened again. She leaned closer, her eyes locking with yours. “Should I kiss it better?” she teased, a playful glint in her gaze.

You giggled, nodding. “Maybe that’ll help”

Without hesitation, she leaned down and pressed a feather-light kiss to your bandaged ankle. The gesture was so sweet and unexpected that it made your heart flutter.

“Better?” she asked, her lips quirking into a small smile.

“Much better” you said, reaching out to pull her into a hug. She let you, settling beside you on the couch as you buried your face in her neck.

“Thank you my love” you murmured, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Don’t thank me yet” she said, wrapping her arms around you protectively. “You’re stuck with me until that ankle is healed I’m not letting you push yourself like that again”

You smiled, nuzzling closer. “I guess I don’t mind being spoiled by you”

She chuckled, kissing the top of your head. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere”

The two of you stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, the warmth of her presence melting away the pain in your ankle. You leaned up to press a kiss to her lips, whispering, “I love you se-mi”

“I love you too y/n” she replied, pulling you closer.

In that moment, nothing else mattered—just the two of you, tangled in each other’s embrace, a quiet promise of care and love lingering between you.

@semisasseater

[windser]

mornings with caleb, when the early sunlight filters through the wide-open bathroom windows, painting the tiles in shades of soft gold. the room feels warm, cozy, familiar—like home. it’s a rhythm now, these mornings with him, where the world moves slower, and everything seems to revolve around the two of you.

you’re barely awake when the shower starts, warm water hitting your shoulders and easing the ache in your muscles. caleb stands behind you, his hands gentle as they trace along your sides, thumbs brushing against your skin. he dips his head, lips finding the curve of your neck, pressing a kiss there like a quiet good morning.

"you always smell so damn good," he murmurs, his voice still thick with sleep. you giggle, turning your head to glance back at him.

"must be the shampoo you keep getting in my eyes," you tease.

caleb grins at that, a little lopsided, his green eyes gleaming in the light. "hey, that’s an accident," he defends, mock-offended, even as his hands slide up to tilt your chin toward him. "you’re just a distraction. can’t help it."

just as the words leave his mouth, a dollop of shampoo dribbles down your forehead.

"goddammit," he mutters under his breath, his hands immediately cupping your face as you laugh through the sting. "sorry, sorry, baby," he says hurriedly, thumbs brushing under your eyes to clear away the mess, his touch soft and careful.

"it’s fine," you say, giggling through it, but his furrowed brow doesn’t ease until you reassure him again. "seriously, caleb, i’m fine."

other mornings, though, he’s not so sweet. he backs you up against the shower wall, his hands firm on your waist as he lifts you up, your legs wrapping instinctively around him. the tile is slick under his feet, and he nearly loses his balance, but neither of you care. his lips find yours in a messy, desperate kiss, one that makes the world outside the bathroom vanish.

"careful," you mumble between breaths, half-laughing, half-scolding.

"i’ve got you," he replies, his voice low and certain. "i always do."

afterward, the bathroom feels alive with movement. caleb brushes past you on his way to the closet, his shoulder brushing yours deliberately as he plucks out his uniform. his eyes linger on you, watching as you fix your hair or drop your towel to the floor before stepping into your clothes. there’s something about the way his gaze lingers—not intrusive, but intense, like he’s committing you to memory every time.

"you’re staring again," you tease, turning toward him.

"can you blame me?" he counters, leaning casually against the sink with a razor in hand. he leans in as you pass, pulling you into his side with one arm, his shaving cream smudging faintly on your cheek.

"caleb!" you yelp, swatting at him, but he just laughs, tugging you closer.

"you’re so pretty," he says, his voice quieter now, almost reverent. his violet eyes meet yours in the mirror, and you can see the sincerity in them, the way his love for you is something he doesn’t even try to hide.

it’s not always soft, though. sometimes, it’s playful. like when he leans over the sink, toothbrush in hand, and starts making faces at you.

"your turn, cutie," he says through a mouthful of toothpaste, his eyebrows waggling dramatically.

you try to ignore him, but it’s impossible not to laugh when he crosses his eyes and scrunches his face up like a cartoon. you retaliate with your own ridiculous expression, toothpaste dribbling down your chin and onto his old t-shirt that you’re wearing.

"you’re ridiculous," he says, laughing as he pats your back when you start coughing from the laughter.

"pot, meet kettle," you manage to say, grinning up at him.

by the time you’re dressed and ready to go, caleb is leaning against the kitchen counter, travel cup in hand. "you’re beautiful, you know," he says, like it’s the most casual thing in the world.

"stop," you say, but the way your cheeks warm betrays you.

"never," he replies with a grin. he leans down as you pass, pressing a soft kiss to your temple and the cup into your hand. "love you," he whispers. "you’re going to kick ass today."

and somehow, you believe him. you always do.

[insidekatmind]

Locker Room- Levi Colwill

Wearing:+18,smut

It was a magical evening at Stamford Bridge. Chelsea had just secured a spectacular victory, and the atmosphere in the stadium was electric. You were still swept up in the excitement, your heart pounding. The match had been intense, and Levi Colwill, your boyfriend, had played extraordinarily well. Every move he made was flawless, and you couldn’t stop smiling as you watched him celebrate with his teammates.

A few minutes later, as the fans began to leave their seats, your phone buzzed. A message from Levi.

"Wait for me near the players’ exit. I have a surprise for you."

With your heart full of curiosity, you made your way to the spot he mentioned. Soon after, Levi appeared, still wearing his jersey, his hair slightly messy. He smiled at you—the kind of smile that always melted you—and quickly came closer.

“Come with me,” he said, taking your hand. He didn’t give you time to ask questions, gently pulling you down a dimly lit corridor.

“Levi, where are we going? I’m not allowed in here…” you whispered, glancing nervously at the cameras and the “players only” signs.

“Trust me,” he replied in a calm, reassuring tone. “I’ve got this.”

You reached the door to the locker room. Levi quickly checked to make sure no one was around, then opened it and led you inside. The silence was almost surreal, a stark contrast to the chaos outside. The locker room was empty, jerseys neatly hung up, and shoes lined up under the benches.“Levi, what… what are we doing here?” you asked, trying not to sound too nervous.

He shut the door behind him and stepped closer, his eyes locked on yours. “I just wanted a moment for us,” he said, his voice low and tender. “This win is important, but it doesn’t mean anything if I can’t share it with you.”

You glanced around, still incredulous. “You risked all this just for a moment with me?”

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “It’s not a risk—it’s a certainty. You’re my certainty.” He stepped even closer, his hands gently finding yours.

For a moment, the world seemed to stop. The noise of the stadium felt miles away, and all you could sense was his presence, his breath, the warmth of his hand on yours.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” you whispered, feeling a wave of emotion wash over you.

“And you’re everything to me,” he replied, leaning down to brush your lips with a kiss. It was soft, full of gratitude and love, a moment you knew you’d cherish forever.

After a few minutes, Levi pulled back slightly, a mischievous smile on his face. “But we need to get out of here before someone catches us.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “If we get caught, you’re the one explaining this!”He shrugged, pretending to be nonchalant. “I don’t care. You’re always worth it.”

You smile softly at his words and Levi smirks dragging you into the bathroom, locking the door and starting to undress and turn on the shower.

Your heart raced as you felt Levi's touch become more intimate, his shirt and pants soon tossed to the side to reveal his bare body. The water was already warming up within seconds and he stepped into the shower, pulling you in with him. The water was refreshing, yet the intensity in his eyes as he pulled you close was far hotter.

"I wanted this," he said, his voice low and husky. "Us, alone, with no distractions."His arms wrapped around you, his touch was soft yet laced with a certain urgency. He pulled you against him, the warm water streaming over both of you.

You smiled and kissed him as Levi brought his hands down to your ass, slapping it. “I have an obsession,” he murmurs through kisses.

His words and the subtle movement of his mouth against yours sent a shiver down your spine. His hand was now firmly on your hips, bringing you even closer to him, leaving no space between your bodies.

"I can feel that," you breathed out, a slight smirk playing on your lips. His hand on your hip moved downwards, gently grabbing your thigh, his touch leaving a trail of heat.

"You know I love your body," he murmured against your skin, his lips gently biting on your neck.

Levi smirked and softly and sensually touches your naked body. "Love, kneel for me" he whispers hungrily.

Your heart thumped as his voice rolled out with a velvet-like authority, the whisper sending a ripple of excitement through your body. The command in his voice was something you knew all to well, and it had a way of setting your entire body on fire.

Kneeling on the cool tiles, you looked up at him, his eyes dark with desire. The water from the shower trickled down his muscled chest, every contour of his naked form was on display. He stepped forward, standing above you as you looked up at him.

He smiles as you kneel down and touches your lip playing with it. "You already know what to do, doll" he murmurs.

You nod and start taking his cock in your mouth.A soft gasp slipped through his lips as the sight of you started to turn him on, a smile playing on his lips. He stepped closer, his hand still at the back of your head, gently guiding you back a bit. He looked down at you, his eyes dark with desire. "You sure know how to make me happy, doll. That's a pretty good start."

He leaned against the wall of shower behind you, taking a moment to get more comfortable. He looked back at you, his eyes locking onto your lips

You moan feeling his thrusts towards you and try to give him as much pleasure as possible.Levi groans and lifts his head, closing his eyes. "always so good at sucking my cock" he murmurs, moaning, increasing his thrusts.

He moans loudly feeling close and at that moment his teammate Noni Madueke knocks on the bathroom door. Levi without stopping moving your hips grabs your hair and moves more. "Noni I'm almost done give me time" Levi says trying not to moan.

His breathing was becoming shallower, his voice more shaky. He was becoming more eager and more desperate, his fingers grasping more tightly onto your hair. He leaned towards your face and whispered in your ear, his breath brushing against your skin.

"You're a little too good at this, darlin'. Feeling ready to end this fast."He looked back at the bathroom door, his eyes still dark with desire, his words still trying to keep his voice down. "Noni, for the love of god, just a minute."

Noni's voice at the bathroom door had a slight hint of humour, his voice faintly amused through the closed door. "You sure you're almost done?" Noni called out from the other side, a slight smirk in his voice.

Noni loved to tease, and even in a situation like this, with his teammate about to have some 'private time', he couldn't help himself from making a comment. As he waited for an answer, he leaned his back against the hallway wall outside the door.

Levi pushed his hips further into you, with an animalistic force that almost made you choke on his cock. You moan at this pressure and this thing sends vibrations on his cock making you cum in your throat. Levi bites his lip to keep from moaning out loud.

The room was tense and charged, the quiet hum of the shower the only sound that could be heard. It was evident that Noni was not far away from the door, waiting patiently yet likely eager for whatever was happening inside. But the sound of your quiet moan sent a slight chill down Noni's spine, even through the closed door.

Noni stood there with a smirk on his face, his mind going a little wild at what was happening within the bathroom. He cleared his throat, his voice coming through the door with a slightly cheeky tone. "Sounds like you're having fun in there."

Levi removes his cock from your mouth and pulls you up, kissing his forehead and hugging you. “Dude, don't be a pain in the ass,” Levi snaps at Noni.

Noni chuckled at the tone of Levi's voice, clearly enjoying his little moment of pestering. He had a knack for taking any chance to annoy his teammates. He leaned against the doorframe, a smirk still playing on his lips.

"Aww, but I'm just making sure you're not doing anything too frisky in there," he quipped back, his voice still laced with a hint of humor.Noni's hands were in his pockets, his eyes roaming over the closed door. "Just wanted to make sure you're not doing anything... inappropriate."

Levi rolls his eyes in the comment. Seeing that he was getting nervous, you kissed his jaw to calm him down.The soft touch of your lips against his jaw had a slightly calming effect on Levi, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. The tension between him and Noni was one of their classic playful dynamics, but the comfort of your touch always seemed to ease him slightly.

Noni observed the pair of you behind the closed door, his voice still slightly teasing but his eyes had a slight edge of amusement to them. "Aww, someone's all soft on you, eh? I see we've got a lovebird here."

Levi snorts. "dude I swear, if you don't get out of that damn door I'll go out and kick your ass" Levi blurts out.

Noni chuckled, clearly enjoying the challenge. He knew exactly how to push the wrong buttons, and he did it deliberately. Still leaned against the doorframe, his hands in his pockets, an easy smile on his face, Noni spoke in a slightly taunting tone."Ohhh, getting all riled up, are ya? Can't handle a little fun? Or is your girlfriend here making you soft?"

Levi was getting angry and getting out of the shower but you stop him and kiss him apassionately to distract him. “Ignore him and he'll leave,” you murmur through kisses.

He was clearly in a slight mood, the tense moments with Noni adding to his irritability. But your kiss was a soft, gentle distraction, a way to draw him away from the tense atmosphere. You spoke softly into his lips, your voice reassuring and calm. He closed his eyes for a moment, his anger fading slightly.As his lips moved against yours, a soft sigh escaped his lips. The intensity from moments ago still lingered, but the touch of your lips on his was a calming force.

Noni stood there patiently, the soft sounds coming from behind the door were his only source of entertainment now. He had a slight smile on his lips as he heard the brief moment of peace that the kiss provided between the pair of you. He glanced at the closed door, his hands still in his pockets. He listened to the soft whisper of your voices and the gentle kisses that passed through from inside the bathroom. He chuckled softly to himself before calling out through the door. "You guys done yet?"

Levi didn't answer too busy kissing you. Without breaking the kiss he takes your thighs and lifts you up making them intertwine on his hips as he entered you.

A small gasp escaped your lips as Levi lifted you, the slight change in position adding an extra layer of sensation. Your lips were still connected, his firm touch making you feel an even more intense connection with him. You could feel him moving against you, the heat and desire between you growing stronger.

Noni was still waiting outside the bathroom, his voice coming through the closed door with an edge of impatience. "You know, this is getting a little excessive…"

Levi moans and thrusts faster as you cling to him and kiss him harder. He had forgotten about Noni's anger and was now ignoring it.The intensity of the moment added an extra layer to the whole situation. You held onto him, making the kiss more intense, the breaths becoming more shaky and shallow. The heat, the passion was growing more intense. The words Noni said from outside the door were distant now, a faint background.

The sounds that were coming from the bathroom were enough to make Noni a little more than impatient. He leaned against the door, his voice still slightly more annoyed. "Come on, you guys are taking forever…."

Levi ignores him and pushes himself harder into you making you moan into the kiss. Noni gives up and walks away from the door leaving the locker room.The sounds that passed between the two of you were almost overwhelming. The heat, the pleasure, the intensity. The moments where Noni's voice came through the slightly ajar door were now distant, fading away to the background as you and Levi were totally immersed in each other. The silence that hung in the air afterwards once the sound of Noni's feet leaving the space outside the bathroom door had faded was almost overwhelming, leaving you and Levi in a private world.

"Finally," Levi whispered, his voice slightly shaky as he looked at you, his breath still slightly heavy. "It's just us now…"

You smile and moan feeling his thrusts getting harder. “so good” you murmur in pleasure resting your head on his shoulder as he pushed himself into you.

He looked down at you, a small smile playing on his lips as he looked into your eyes. His eyes were slightly softer now, the tension and annoyance from before completely gone. The small moan that escaped you was the music to his ears, his lips gently kissing your forehead.

He moved against you, more gently now, the intensity more restrained, his lips still close to your ear. "You're incredible." he murmured back, his voice low and husky. "Everything you are, everything you do. You're…"His voice was soft and his words were slightly broken by a heavy breath as the sensations were growing more intense. The heat and the passion were still there between you, but the situation had shifted from a passionate urgency to a calmer and more intimate tone. The gentle touch of your lips on his shoulder were a soft comfort, a slight distraction to the passion that was still building. His eyes were still locked on your eyes, his breaths were heavy and slightly shaky, a sign of the intensity and the connection between you.

"You're perfect," he whispered.

You moan more at his words. "Levi I'm close"

His lips were still close to your ear, his voice slightly softer, a hint of a smile in his breath. The small moans and breaths that escaped you were a sign of the building tension and desire between you, a sign that he knew what effect he had on you. He moved against you, the intimacy more gentle, but still strong and intense. He leaned back a bit to look at you, a slight smile still playing on his lips.

"I can feel it," he whispered, his voice still low.

His breath was still heavy, the slight tension of the moment still present, but the intimacy of the moment was also becoming more palpable. The closeness between you was soft and intimate, a small contrast to the heated moment before. His lips had a small smile, his hips moved gently against you, the rhythm soft and soothing. He moved a strand of hair away from your face, his lips brushing against your cheek.

"You're right on the edge," he whispered, his words close to your ear. "I can feel your body trembling."

You moan at his words. “Levi” you scream and come. He feels you tighten him and he comes inside you too.

It was a feeling and a moment that was a small mix of intense intensity and gentle calm, the small kiss of his lips against your head still soft and gentle as the intensity between the two of you came back down. You held onto him, your body still gently trembling as the moment settled into a soft calm.

A small smile played on his lips at your words, your voice still slightly shaky. He pulled back a bit to look at you, his lips still gently brushing against your lips, his breathing still heavy as he smiled. "You're beautiful," he whispered, his voice still soft and gentle. "So perfect."

You smile sweetly and hug him.He returned the hug in soft manner, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you closer. There was still a small smile playing on his lips, but it was more gentle now, a slight contrast to the intensity of the moment before. The heat and the passion had calmed a bit, the tension a little more relaxed. He pulled you against him, his lips gently pressing against your forehead.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice still soft and slightly shaky. The words were simple, but the meaning behind them was deep and sincere.

You smile softly at his words. "me too love" you whisper with sweetness and sincerity.

His smile had a small, soft tenderness in it, a genuine, sweet edge that was sometimes hard to find in moments so intense. The words you spoke were a soft counterbalance to the passionate intensity of earlier, a small smile playing on his lips. The way you spoke, the sweetness and sincerity in your voice, the way you looked at him all added to the feeling of that moment. The small smile still played on his lips, his eyes still looking at you, a slight tiredness in his eyes.

"You know," he murmured, his voice still soft. "You're going to be the death of me, you"

He looked at you, his eyes still soft and affectionate, but there was a weary quality in his expression too. He had never admitted it out loud, but the intensity of the moments of passion between you had a way of draining him sometimes. The weariness in his gaze was a testament to that, a slight tiredness that wasn't only physical, but also mental.

He pulled back a bit, still holding you close, but his fingers ran gently through your hair. His eyes were still on you, a small smile still playing on his lips. "You're going to make me lose my mind, you know."

You smiled and stayed in his arms a little longer, lost in that sweet moment.

[loafysainz]

can i please request a story where carlos or charles is sick and reader looks after him

BIG BABY | CL 16

charles leclerc × fem!reader

no warn

thank you for the req & hope you like it sender! 🤍

The moment Charles steps into the hotel room, you can tell something’s off. He barely makes it past the door before he slumps against you, his entire body weight pressing into your side.

“Hey,” you frown, adjusting your arms to support him better. “What’s wrong?”

He hums, barely opening his eyes. “M’just tired.”

But the way he leans into you feels different—like he’s melting, like he needs you to keep him upright. Your hand instinctively finds his forehead, and your heart drops.

“Oh my god,” you murmur, eyes widening. “You’re burning up, Charles.”

He just groans in response, burying his face into your shoulder like a sleepy child.

“Okay, baby, let’s get you to bed,” you whisper, guiding him toward the mattress as gently as possible. He follows easily, limbs heavy, breath warm against your neck.

The second he’s down, he reaches for you, fingers curling weakly around your wrist. “Don’t go.”

You smile softly, tucking his hair back. “I just need to get you some medicine, love.”

“No,” he mumbles, voice hoarse. “Stay.”

You sigh, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “I promise I’ll be right back, okay? Just two seconds.”

He pouts, looking heartbreakingly miserable, but lets you go—only for his head to snap up the second you step away. “Wait—”

You pause. “Baby, I need to get you medicine and a cold towel.”

He groans dramatically, flopping onto his back. “You hate me.”

A soft laugh escapes you. “I love you, actually. Which is why I need to help you feel better.”

He huffs, clearly not convinced, but doesn’t argue when you disappear into the bathroom. When you return, he immediately tugs you back down onto the bed, arms wrapping around your waist, body radiating heat.

“You’re like a human heater system,” you tease, pressing a cool cloth to his forehead. He only grumbles, nuzzling into your neck.

“I feel terrible,” he mumbles.

“I know, baby.” You stroke his hair, voice soft and soothing. “That’s why you need to take your medicine.”

He shakes his head, still clinging onto you. “Later.”

“Charles.”

“No.”

You let out an exasperated sigh but don’t push him. Instead, you adjust your position so he’s fully tucked into your side, your fingers tracing gentle patterns against his back.

“Just rest for now, baby,” you murmur. “I’m right here.”

He sighs, content but still pouty. “You always take care of me.”

“Of course I do.” You press another kiss to his hair. “Because I love you.”

He hums sleepily, grip tightening like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. Even when his breathing slows, his fever making him drift in and out of consciousness, he refuses to let go.

And every time you shift, trying to grab your phone or adjust the blanket, he immediately stirs. “Where are you going?”

“I’m not going anywhere, baby,” you whisper, smiling at how absurdly clingy he is.

“Good.” His voice is barely audible, but the way he relaxes against you tells you he’s satisfied.

And if he wakes up two hours later, still feverish but now extra stubborn, whining about how you can’t leave even for a second—well, that’s just part of loving Charles Leclerc.

[liliththeimp]

Something something prone bone/speedbump with Simon or Konig?

Grrr I’m on my period and mad horny for no reason and I miss my boyfriend wife so here are some thots of the day:

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Cw: cnc, dub-con, hair pulling, spanking, spitting, rough sex, p-in-v, size difference, crying? established relationship, fem! reader

Warning not proof read lol

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After a long drive back from the airport and an even longer deployment, the tension on the car ride home was palpable enough.

Once home, his hand wrapped around a chunck of hair at the base of your head, forcing you into a heavy and thick kiss. Your dragged to the bedroom, your dress hiked up over your ass to expose the dainty underwear your wore obviously for the occasion.

He unbuckled himself hastily, bending down and grabbing your throat, forcing your head back for another heavy kiss. His free hand taking rough swipes at your already slick opening, forcing a thick finger inside to warm you up and you moaned into his mouth.

He pulled away, gently palming at his cock while pulling his fingers away, spreading you open and spitting between the mounds of your ass.

One hand forces your face into the mattress, grabbing another hand full of hair as he bottoms out quickly, letting a near pained cry leave your lips as he started to thrust slow and deep.

During the time apart the only thing that you had were the occasional toys or your weak little fingers to keep you company.

Yet in this position, with your ass raised and your mouth muffled he took advantage of dragging his cock against your cervix, pushing through the velvet walls of your aching pussy to buldge out your stomach.

His weight gently crushing you as he leaned down, forcing himself even further and your cried, nearly trying to escape before his hands moved to hold your hips as he humped you.

He would push himself back up, gaining the advantage of pounding and grinding against your poor cervix, his hand slapping you a couple times until you were spamming around his cock helplessly, the torture of being a little ragdoll was too much for you. But he wasn’t done yet, duh, you still had a long night of making up lost time!

Sigh anyways I’ll try to post more but my life is literally horrendous lately 😿

[darkwitchoferie]

Train Ride - Chapter 9, Cock warming and After tour

A/N: I am a firm lover of whiney-during-sex Felix, so you’re just gonna have to deal with that. The last chapter might take a little longer to come out than the last couple have. There’s a new idea burning in my brain (a solo Chan fic) and I’m trying to focus on the last chapter of this one but that new idea just keeps distracting me.

Side note – is cock warming 1 word or 2? Because I’ve seen both, within the same article/post/etc. and have no idea which is right. Or is it a both are right situation?

Cw/tw: oral (m & f receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, consensual somnophilia (it’s previously discussed ‘off screen’), cock warming, gangbang (but like, really sweet), multiple partner sex, genital piercings (nipples and vch), 2 text screen shots (1 with a blurred nude photo)

Wc: 4.6k

Master list

~~ Cock warming Felix ~~

“Hey Lixie baby. What’re you doing?”

“About to start a League match. Do you need me?”

“Mm,” you shrugged. “You play, I’ll be fine.” You grabbed a pillow off his bed and situated yourself under his desk. Then you rested your head on his thigh. He looked down and smiled at you, rubbing his thumb over your cheek. Once he got involved in his game, you focused on your actual goal. Keeping your head still on his thigh, you reached up and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. You glanced up at his face as you carefully peeled his jeans open, reached in and pulled his cock out.

“Angel, what’re you doing?”

“Don’t mind me. Pay attention to your game, baby.”

You stroked his cock a couple times. “How am I supposed to pay attention when you’re doing that?”

“You focus on your game, and I won’t stop, how’s that?”

“Huh?” You lifted your head up, leaning up and wrapping your lips around his semi-hard cock. “Oh god.” For just a second his hand came down off the keyboard to the back of your head. “You’re seriously gonna blow me while I’m gaming?”

“Nope. Just this,” you pulled off long enough to say then resumed your position, with his entire cock in your mouth. To your delight, you sat there and felt his cock harden in your mouth. It wasn’t often you got to feel that as usually your boyfriends were already hard when you got your mouth on them.

“Angel,” he whined. You hummed, but otherwise did nothing. Above you, you heard the League match start and settled in to wait, Felix’s cock heavy on your tongue. “Focus on the game, focus on the game and she won’t stop,” you heard him mutter to himself. You chuckled to yourself as he repeated your words.

For a moment, he was able to focus on the beginning of the match. Then you heard him whimper and his hips kicked up a little. You pressed a hand to one of his hips to hold him still. After a moment, you moved your hand. And yeah, maybe it was teasing to scratch your nails down his exposed thigh, but the moan that produced was worth it.

You never did last long cock warming Felix. He always whimpered and begged so prettily that you always gave in. But this time you were determined to not let him have his way right away. Maybe a whole League match, which would last about 30 minutes, was a little long, but you decided it would be worth it.

He lasted for a couple more minutes.

“But angel,” he whined. “Your mouth is so warm and wet. Pretty please?”

You pulled off him long enough to say, “You finish out this match and I’ll let you fuck my throat, then I’ll ride you in your gaming chair. Deal?” Without waiting for a response, you sank your mouth back over his cock.

“Angel, that’s so unfair! Now I’ve got those images in my head too.” He wiggled in his seat, like a child being told ‘no’. That made him moan with the way his cock brushed against your tongue. This time you took both hands and stilled his hips, then pinched the skin of his belly as a warning.

You closed your eyes, relishing in the feeling of his cock on your tongue. And the broken whimpers of your boyfriend. You lowered your hands down to your sides again, your arms getting tired quickly from being held up on his hips.

“Please?” he begged. “I promise I’ll eat you out for at least two hours. Just lemme,” his hips kicked up again, cutting off his sentence with a moan. Though your cunt clenched at the picture of him eating you out for that long, you didn’t give in.

Watching the way his abs fluttered, part of you wondered if it was possible for him to cum without you doing anything more. You couldn’t decide if you wanted him to or not.

Though he continued to beg and whimper, you held out for the whole match. As soon as it was done, his hand was off the keyboard and buried in your hair.

“Angel,” he sighed out, finally allowed to thrust into your waiting mouth. He stood up, backing the gaming chair back enough to give him the room to properly fuck your mouth. You stayed sitting, gazing up at him and letting him use you the way he wanted to. “God, look at you. You always look so good with a cock in you, angel.”

Unsurprisingly, it wasn’t long before his cock was twitching in your mouth and his cum spilled down your throat. He held you down on him for a moment longer, waiting for the aftershocks of his orgasm to pass. When he let go of your hair, you stood up and gently pushed him back onto his gaming chair before quickly stripping yourself.

Before settling in his lap, you scooted the chair closer to his computer desk, close enough that you could lean back and use it as leverage if you needed to. In one smooth movement, you sank down onto his cock, moaning as you felt him stretch you open. He gripped your hips, echoing your moan, as his head fell back onto the back of the chair. You held still for a moment, relishing in the stretch, before you started rolling your hips.

Felix leaned in and wrapped his lips around one nipple, sucking, licking, and even gently nipping at your flesh, while one of his hands came up to grope and kneed at the other boob. Then he switched sides, paying equal attention to both your tits.

You were, like you thought, having some trouble getting enough leverage in the gaming chair. Despite there being room on either side of Felix’s legs, you still couldn’t get quite enough leverage. So you leaned back just enough to brace your hands on his computer desk so you had enough leverage to properly lift your hips.

“Oh God,” Felix broke away from your nipple to look down at where his cock disappeared into your cunt. “Mm, you’re so good to me, angel.” His smile when he looked back up at you was already the floaty, fucked-out expression he got.

You could have, but didn’t deny the urge to tease him just a little more. Just to hear his whimpers again. Though you had the right leverage now, you slowly lifted your hips off him, then just as slowly lowered back onto him again. You wouldn’t be able to make this pace last for long, it hurt your thighs more than going fast did. But you knew you wouldn’t need to keep this going for long either.

Sure enough, after just a couple of thrusts at that slow pace, Felix whined. “Please, please angel. Need you faster.”

You gave in nearly immediately, riding him as quickly as your thighs and hips would allow you to. He moaned as you clenched around him, leaning forward to mouth at your neck. The hand that had been on your tit, snaked down to rub firm circles against your clit. Between moans, he sucked a hickey and then another into the side of your neck.

“C’mon angel. Cum for me. Please. Wanna feel your pretty cunt clench around my cock.” The combination of his whiney begging, the fingers on your clit, and your own movements had you tumbling over the edge into your orgasm, clenching tightly around him the way he wanted. You clenching around him was enough to have him coming groaning low as he buried his face against your neck

“Okay,” he said after a minute of both of you catching your breath. “You may be right about cock warming being fun.” You giggled as you boosted yourself off his lap, using the computer desk.

~~ Cock warming Seungmin ~~

You walked into his apartment to see Seungmin casually sprawled on the couch, nose in a book. He glanced up when he heard the door close and waited to speak until you’d toed off your shoes. “Hey pretty. Everything good?”

“Mm-hm. Just wanna cuddle.” He raised an eyebrow at you. Not that he didn’t enjoy cuddling with you, but usually when you wanted cuddles you went to Chan, Felix, Jisung, or Changbin. You quickly stripped down before climbing into his lap, straddling his legs and facing him.

“Ah,” he understood. “Lift up a minute pretty girl.” You were pleased, but not really surprised, to find that Seungmin’s already hard. You did sit naked in his lap, after all. You propped yourself up on your knees while he shuffled below you, working to get his pants and boxers off. You’re also not surprised at how wet you already are. You had, after all, come here with exactly this intention.

Slowly, steadily, you lowered yourself onto Seungmin’s cock. Your body accepted him easily, despite the lack of foreplay. You sighed as you settled fully in his lap, curling yourself against his chest and making yourself comfortable. Seungmin ran his fingers gently up and down your back as he went back to his book. It was not the first time the pair of you had done this. Sometimes, you just needed to feel full for a while. And Seungmin and Minho were your favorites, because they were the most patient and were fine with you sitting on them for as long as you wanted.

After a while, he wasn’t sure how long, Seungmin looked down at you and that was when he noticed your breathing had changed. You were asleep. Fully asleep, sitting on his cock. His cock twitched inside you – he wasn’t aware this part was something he would enjoy so much. Shifting a little, trying not to wake you, he reached for his phone on the end table beside the couch.

You woke to Seungmin thrusting up into you. “Mm, Minnie,” you moaned out, still a little sleep hazed.

“Hey pretty girl. Have a good nap?”

“Mm-hm.”

“Good. You relax, I’ll take care of you.” You did as he suggested, relaxing back against his chest. He adjusted under you, gripping your hips and shifting the pair of you, so he could get a better angle to rut up into you.

You were a little surprised considering, up until now, Chan had been the only one willing to indulge in you somnophilia kink. You suspected most, if not all, of the others thought it was at least weird to initiate sex when you weren’t conscious. That was why you’d come up with specific signals for them to tell them that it was okay on nights when you wanted it. Rather than question his change of mind, you decided to just enjoy it.

There was something delightful for you about being so relaxed during sex. Usually, sex riled you and you relaxed after. But when you were asleep and then stayed a more passive partner like this, your mind felt almost floaty in a way – almost like it did after a particularly intense session with multiple or all of your partners.

Seungmin had his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you snuggly against his body, as he steadily rut up into you. You turned your head and pressed lazy, open mouthed kisses to the side of his neck.

“You really love this, don’t you?”

“Mm-hm.”

“The range of sexual things you like is interesting, pretty girl.” You smiled softly against his neck. You knew he had a point, you’d thought it yourself before.

The soft material of Seungmin’s shirt rubbed against your nipples with every thrust of his hips as you continued kissing up and down his neck. You could feel your orgasm building slowly with every roll of his hips. Then he shifted the pair of you so he was laying completely flat, planted his feet, and started more firmly thrusting into you but kept the same lazy pace. With the new angle, his cock rubbed against your g spot with every thrust.

As your orgasm got closer, your moans and whimpers coming faster meant you broke away from Minnie’s neck. Instead, you leaned in closer to his ear, watching the goosebumps form down his neck.

“Feel you getting close, pretty,” he said softly, with a self-satisfied smile you couldn’t see. Your orgasm rolled through you moments later. You arched back, pressing your chest against his, a low moan falling from your lips. Seungmin followed not far behind you, flooding your insides with his warmth.

You snuggled back into his chest, content to lay there for a few more minutes. “Are you going to fall asleep again?”

You chuckled. “No, I’m awake. Didn’t really mean to fall asleep the first time, actually.”

“How did you?”

You shrugged. “Just comfy, I guess. Besides you know when you run your fingers down my back like that it’s gonna put me to sleep.”

“Okay, yeah, but I didn’t expect you’d fall asleep while on my cock.”

You lifted your head to raise and eyebrow at him. “Genuine question – are you upset that I did?”

“No,” he shook his head. “I nearly was for a second though. But it’s not like you fell asleep while I was fucking you. Or that you fell asleep because you weren’t interested in being close to me. I guess I took it to be a comfort thing before you said so.”

You smiled, propped yourself up, and captured his lips in a sweet kiss.

A few minutes later, Seungmin insisted you get up and the pair of you hop in the shower. You stretched as you stood up, heading over to your cargo shorts to pull your phone out of your pocket. Looking at the group text message, you understood Seungmin’s change of mind.

~~ After Tour ~~

While your lovers were gone for six weeks on their tour, you did your best to not just sulk and putter around your apartment. The time difference, them being in the United States, made it somewhat difficult to call them at all. Most of the time when you were able to, you or they were exhausted. This left very little time to even think of sexy video calls, though you had already been through a shorter leg of the tour with most of them and they knew you didn’t like long distance sex like that.

Not to say you didn’t video call at all, just that the calls were only chatting, catching up, and to see each others’ faces. Maybe next time they had to be gone this long, you’d be able to convince your boss that missing one monthly meeting wasn’t the end of the world.

You spent your free time taking care of yourself and watching every single video clip of their tour that you possibly could, thanking any and every higher power for Stays and their wonderful camera work.

Finally, the day they were due back home arrived. It was agreed, the last time you’d been able to speak to them before they got on the plane, that they’d come straight to your apartment rather than you meeting at the airport like you had done before. In Hyunjin’s words – echoed by all the others – “I’m not sure I can keep my hands to myself as soon as we see you.”

“Hello, my loves,” you greeted them with open arms and dressed in only and oversized sleep shirt as soon as they walked through your door.

Hyunjin was the first to reach you, wrapping his arms around you and claiming your lips in a passionate kiss. “Missed you, princess.”

You smiled softly. “Missed you all too. Got you a gift set while you were gone, actually.”

“Who cares?” Chan stepped up to take Hyunjin’s place, slotting his lips over yours. “We just want you,” he said after he pulled away.

“Agreed. You gotta figure out how to come with us next time. This was too long without you, bunny.” Changbin sighed, his whole body relaxing as he took his turn to kiss you.

Jisung was next. You weren’t surprised by his lack of words, or that he was the one with wandering hands. You tried not to smile too much against Ji’s lips, afraid it would give something away, as you felt his hand travel up over the loose sleep shirt you were wearing to cup your boob. His thumb brushed over your nipple and you felt him freeze.

“Baby?” He pulled back to look at you.

“Yeah Sungie?”

“Is that…?” He trailed off, his hand shifting to feel your other nipple. “Wait, did you…?” When you only smiled and tilted your head, he dropped to his knees and pushed his head under your shirt, between your thighs. “Oh god,” he groaned, leaning up and sucking your clit, with it’s newly healed piercing into his mouth. You gasped, arching and reaching out for someone to keep you steady.

“Kitten?” You looked over at Minho, whose arm you were clutching, but didn’t answer.

“She got her nipples and clit pierced,” Jisung answered with a groan, pulling away just long enough to tell them.

“What?!” Chan reached out, tugging your shirt over your head, exposing your pierced nipples to them all. “Ji, back up a minute.” He tugged on Jisung’s hair, forcing him to let go of your clit. “Oh God.” His groan was echoed around the room.

“Those are gorgeous, princess.”

“Is this the real reason you wouldn’t video call us, bunny?”

“Side – ah – side benefit.” Now that everyone had seen it, Jisung went back to sucking on your clit. “Oh. It’s... more sensitive,” you moaned out.

“Wonder if these are too, pretty girl?” Seungmin latched his mouth around one nipple, Chan copying him on the other side.

“Oh God.”

“That sounded like a yes. When did you decide on this, kitten?”

“Forget deciding, when did you actually do it?” Jeongin asked.

“Day you left. Needed – ah – healing time.”

Jeongin made his way around you, pressing himself against your back and, using a finger under your chin, made you turn so he could claim your lips. With all the other sensations, you were surprised to feel Jeongin’s fingers thrust into your pussy from behind. He smirked against your lips at the gasp you let out.

You’d been so pent up over the last six weeks, and your new piercings made you so sensitive, that it didn’t take long before you were arching your back, digging your nails into Minho’s arm. Jisung’s tongue and Jeongin’s fingers didn’t stop until you started coming down from the after shocks.

Quickly, the four of your boyfriends switched places with the other four. Felix knelt in Ji’s place, groaning lightly as he flicked his tongue over your new piercing. Minho took Seungmin’s place, gently pinching and twisting your nipple. Hyunjin replaced Chan, leaning in to gently pull your nipple piercing with his teeth. Then Changbin was behind you, shoving two fingers into you.

Your legs shook as the four of them quickly brought you to another orgasm.

Chan tugged you away from them, lifting you up and settling you onto his cock. You groaned, leaning in to kiss at his neck, while he carried you to your bedroom, the others following behind you. You bounced slightly with every step he took, your clit piercing rubbing against his abs in the most delicious way.

He sat down on the edge of your bed and, rather than let you try to ride him after two orgasms, lifted you on his own, fucking you on his cock. You completely surrendered to what he was doing, wrapping your arms over his shoulders.

Then you realized that none of your boyfriends were having fun with each other. Confused, and a little disappointed because of how much you loved watching them together, you looked to Minho for an explanation.

“Today’s all about you, kitten. We’ve had each other for the past six weeks,” he explained, knowing exactly what you wanted to know. The sound you made with that knowledge was something between a whimper and a moan. You weren’t sure if it was the idea of all their attention focused on you at once like that, if you were just that on edge, the stimulation to your clit against Chan’s abs, or a combination of all three, but you came quickly after Minho’s words.

Chan did not, instead lifting you off him and tossing you onto the bed. You whimpered, reaching out for him when he didn’t immediately follow. Instead, Hyunjin took his place and Chan just gave you a secretive, knowing smile.

Hyunjin slid into you, wrapping your legs around his waist as he set a semi-fast pace. You found yourself returning his bright smile, though you were a little aware that it was probably a dopey or fucked-out smile. Still, you were happy to have your men back home with you so the smile itself didn’t feel that important. After a moment, he leaned over your body, hands braced on the mattress on either side of you, and wrapped his lips around first one, then the other nipple.

This time you felt your orgasm building up and arched against Hyune as it washed through you. His thrusts stayed steady through your orgasm and after it, before he too pulled out without coming. When he moved to the side, you reached for his arm, trying to tug him back to you.

Instead, he pressed a kiss to your temple as Jisung crawled between your thighs. He leaned in, capturing your lips as he lifted both your legs, holding them together against his chest. With a quick smile down at you, he slid into you with a moan.

He kneaded the flesh of your thighs, leaning in to press kisses to the leg closest to his face, as he steadily thrust into you. The arm not holding onto your legs slid down to rub firm circles against your clit, Ji’s eyes never leaving your face as he chased your orgasm.

When Jisung pulled out without coming in you, backing off and bringing your legs back to the bed, you kicked your legs and whined in protest, too far gone to actually form words. “I know baby. Lixie and I wanna try something and they’re all indulging us,” he explained.

You pouted as Seungmin took his place between your thighs. He just grinned down at you, pressing a quick kiss to your pouting lips. He wrapped your legs over the back of his own, slowly sliding into you. It was then that it clicked for you that your boyfriends weren’t really changing your position. They all had you in close, intimate positions. You’d been prepared for, and looking forward to, fast and rough. Instead, they were giving you cherished. The thought brought tears to your eyes as you reached up for Seungmin.

He let you cup his cheek, then turned his head to press a kiss to your palm as he steadily rolled his hips into you. He gripped both of your hands, bringing them down to either side of your head, leaning down to press open-mouthed kisses to the side of your neck.

The angle change put the perfect amount of pressure and friction against your clit and, despite the steady roll of his hips, your next orgasm was building quickly.

“Missed you, pretty girl,” he whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin below your ear. Your grip on his hands tightened in response to his words. You opened your mouth, but just couldn’t form words to properly respond.

Though they were taking you slower than they often did, you still found you were getting hazy and having a little trouble following exactly what was happening. Even one at a time like this, the amount of sensations left you overwhelmed in the best way.

Seungmin rode out your orgasm, before he too pulled out without coming. You didn’t bother protesting – not when you now knew it was something both Ji and Lix wanted. Even you caved to their wants often.

Felix, angelic smile on his face, was next. He grabbed one of the pillows you weren’t using, lifted your hips, and slid it under you. With the angle change, his cock rubbed against your g spot with every thrust. Though he didn’t lean over you like Seungmin had, he did still hold your hands tightly in his own, pressing your joined hands against your belly.

He brought one of his hands, still holding yours, down to flick his thumb back and forth over your clit. You could tell by the urgency in his fingers, that he was trying to make you cum before he did without needing to speed up.

In a distant part of your mind, you registered how quiet it was in your room. Normally, even with just one or two of your lovers, there was a lot of noise. Skin slapping, moans, groans, whines, and whimpers. There wasn’t much of that this time. There were only your own moans and, blissed out on the sensations of being made love to, you were finding those moans more difficult to make. Not because it didn’t feel good, but because you were overwhelmed.

It felt like a slow wave when your next orgasm crested over you. Not a crash or sudden orgasm, simply a gentle, rolling feeling.

Minho rolled you onto your side and spooned up behind you, sliding into you from behind. He wrapped his arms around you, grasping both hands and pulling them close to your chest. He pressed kisses to your neck and shoulder as he used your own hands to grope both your boobs.

The position allowed him to hit your g spot with little effort and he did, steadily thrusting against that spot until you arched in his hold, sighing out your orgasm.

Jeongin lay flat on his back and tugged you on top of himself, cuddling you close to his chest. He pressed kisses to the top of your head, forehead, nose, and cheeks as he rutted up into you from below. He was not only hitting your g spot in this position, but the movement provided the right amount of stimulation to both your nipples and clit until you were falling apart on top of him.

Changbin was last. He had you back on your back, legs bent up and spread wide, as he leaned in to claim your lips in a deep kiss. He slid into you in a slow roll of his hips. Then he slid his arms under your knees and leaned forward until you were nearly bent in half. You gripped his shoulders as he fucked into you slow and deep.

Around you, you noticed the others had started to jerk themselves off. As Changbin’s thrusts sped up, something managed to click in your hazy brain and you realized what it was Felix and Jisung wanted. You clenched around Bin with the realization, moaning low in your throat as you came one last time.

Changbin pulled out, jerking his cock a couple of times until he spilled onto your belly. One by one, the other men followed him, covering your belly and tits in cum. Then Jisung and Felix were on either side of you, licking it off like they were starved men. It wasn’t enough stimulation to make you cum again, but it was enough to make you forgive all of them for not coming in you.

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[spicyspiders]

i’ll take you high

thanos x male reader smut. a deal is made when you show up thanos’ place with not enough cash.

1.6k words

cw: thanos (he’s his own warning), mentions of drug use, dubious consent, and oral sex.

“I can’t afford this.”

“The fuck you mean you can’t afford this?” Thanos snatches the money out of your hard, nearly ripping it, “this all you brought?”

“It’s all I’m used to paying,” you reply, trying to keep your tone steady. It was difficult not to whine the words out after the week you just had, you just wanted what you knew would take the edge off. It was just as difficult to not be angry at your last dealer. He didn’t give you a reason why he wasn’t going to sell to you anymore, only leaving you with the phone number to this guy.

What kind of name is Thanos?

“I don’t sell that cheap shit like you’re used to,” he said with a laugh. “Mine is more expensive,” and if his apartment is any indicator of the amount he sold and the amount he made, he’s right.

“I can go get more cash,” you grumble, standing up only to be shoved back down onto the couch. The force knocks the breath out of you, and you watch up in confusion as Thanos tosses the money down onto the coffee table behind him.

Thanos grabs your chin in a tight grasp to tilt your face up, turning your head to the left, and then the right. “You’ll do, pretty boy.”

“What?” You ask after he lets you go.

“I don’t like my time being wasted,” Thanos says, staring down at you. He places a hand between his legs, sending a chill through your body, “so I’ll cut you a deal,” he says with a smirk as he begins to rub his crotch through his jeans, “since you’re a first-time customer.”

“Can’t I just go get more money?” you ask, watching the sizable bulge growing under his hand.

Thanos' hand is back under your chin, forcing your eyes to lock with his with a snarl, “I don’t like repeating myself, either. You suck me off or you get the fuck out.”

You jerk your head from his grasp before knocking his hand away from his pants. You try your best to glare at him, but end up hating your decision upon seeing the look of satisfaction on his face. Thanos was cocky, a trait that you picked up on easily in what seemed like minutes after meeting him, and it was hard to deny how much it turns you on.

It also didn’t help how attractive Thanos was on his own. It had nearly knocked you off your feet when he opened the door earlier, not expecting it at all, especially after your last dealer told you his name when he had given you his number. You don’t remember what you expected him to look like, but it certainly wasn’t the person who ended up opening the door.

His half-hard cock sprang from his pants, the head peeking from the foreskin. You took it by the base, giving it an experimental tug. The carpet, not to your surprise, didn’t match the drapes, though, you couldn’t help but be a little disappointed. It would have been kind of cool to see purple pubic hair.

You could feel Thanos’ cock grow harder in your fingers, the hard sensitive skin warming your already sweaty palm. It was nearly fully erect when you guided the head to your tongue, your fingers wrapped once more around the base.

You slid your tongue under the foreskin, tasting clean skin under your tongue. You could tell Thanos kept himself clean when he first opened his door and the smell of his cologne wafted out the door, but his cock still had that musky smell that could drive you crazy. It combined to make a scent that was all Thanos.

You could hear Thanos gasp when you swirl your tongue around the spongy head, a drop of precum hitting your tongue after hearing another gasp. “You done this before?” Thanos asks after you pull off his cock, a heavy hand on the back of your neck.

You drag your tongue from the base along the vein along the underside of his cock before responding, “maybe,” you say, struggling to keep back the shiver that runs through your body at the feel of his cool rings at the back of your neck.

You see a flash of bright white teeth as Thanos smiles, “I can tell,” he says, his words falling off with a loud groan. You just wanted to shut him up as you sucked his hard cock back into your mouth, but of course, he’d be loud in bed. Closing your eyes did little to help in trying to ignore him, the image of Thanos’ smug face now seemingly burned in the back of your retinas. You wondered even why you were trying, it was only a matter of time before he saw the bulge of your cock in your pants from sucking him off.

The sounds he made only grew in volume as you took his cock deeper, as did his fingers around the back of your neck. His hips twitched forward when you brought a hand up to his balls, rolling them between his fingers. Tears fell from your eyes as the head of his cock neared the back of your throat, threatening your gag reflex into action.

“Fuck,” Thanos groans, his hips moving back until his cock fell free with a wet noise from your mouth. He wraps a hand around the base so he can smear the wet head of his cock along your lips, “you’re fuckin’ good at this,” he says, his voice full of lust.

The praise went straight to your cock, making it harder to ignore. You try to cut it off by bringing your spread legs together, but it only creates friction that makes you gasp. Bad idea. You look up, attempting to steal a peak at Thanos to see if he noticed, and you’re met with the sight of his mouth curled in satisfaction.

“You like that?” He asks huskily, his hand gliding along his cock, the path slick from your mouth.

Not wanting to give him any more satisfaction, you instead swipe your tongue along the slit, licking up the precum his fingers had just stroked out. Thanos’ hand moves off the base when you move further down. The moan Thanos lets out rings loudly in your ears when you suck one of his balls into your mouth, another ringing out when you go to the next.

Your lips feel slick and messy with spit when Thanos grits out a deep, “enough,” locking you in place under the command of his voice. You look up, waiting in anticipation as your heart hammers in your chest, waiting for Thanos to make the next move.

His next move is to wrap his fingers back around his cock, his fist moving quickly back and forth. The slick noise grows louder and louder, alongside Thanos’ panting. His free hand went to your chin, tilting your face in the direction of whatever he was about to do.

“Might want to close your eyes for this,” Thanos says, his voice breathy, letting you know exactly what he’s about to do.

It only feels like seconds after you’ve shut your eyes that you feel the warmth of Thanos’ spend hit your face. Though you were expecting it, it still makes you jump from the force, heat, and smell.

His orgasm isn’t any different from his moans from earlier, still loud and edging on over the top like he wanted to make sure all of your attention is on him. Not really like you had the choice not to as Thanos kept coming and coming.

You stay still, tense with focus even as Thanos runs his fingers along your eyes, “look at me,” he pants.

You open your eyes slowly, making sure his cum wasn’t going to drip into your eyes. Your eyes open to the click of a camera shutter as Thanos snaps a few photos. You try to move away, but he keeps you in place with a wet hand around the back of your neck.

“Couldn’t help myself,” Thanos says with a laugh as he tosses his phone down onto the table behind him, right beside the cash you brought. “That’ll make a nice contact photo,” he says nonchalantly as he tucks his soft cock away and buttons up his jeans.

You feel your cock begin to soften as you watch Thanos walk away. He returns moments later with a few paper towels, “clean yourself up,” he says in that same commanding tone.

You jump when you feel something fall onto your lap, and you have to bite your lip to keep from hissing from the stimulation to your softening cock, “what about the money I brought?” You ask when you pull the paper towel away and see your money and the bag of what you originally came here for.

“I promised you a discount, didn’t I?” Thanos asks, standing next to his door.

You aren’t sure of where to put the paper towels, so you lay them as neatly as you can on the table in front of you. You walk slowly up the door under Thanos’ intense gaze.

He crowds you up against the door, boxing your body in, “you’re mine now,” Thanos says, his eyes flicking from your eyes down to your lips as he speaks, “you need more weed? You come to me, okay?”

”Okay,” you whisper.

“Good boy,” Thanos responds, his face coming closer until his lips are pressed to yours in a kiss much softer than you were expecting.

“Do you do this with all your customers?” You ask, hating how breathy your voice sounds.

“Only the pretty ones,” Thanos responds before he sends you out the door with one last kiss.

[holylulusworld]

No exceptions (2)

Summary: He likes your guts and your cake.

Pairing: Mobster!Frank Castle x Baker!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, mafia business

Catch up here: No exceptions

Over the next few days, you’re a busy bee. Customer after customer enters your little bakery. Every day you’re out of baked goods in no time.

You huff as you carry out a tray with freshly baked cupcakes. You’re unsure if you can keep up with all the hungry customers roaming your bakery for much longer without help. Though, you cannot pay a waitress or barista.

“Sweet cheeks, my friend and I are getting three of these and coffee, black,” Frank, your tormentor, grins as you almost drop the tray at the sight of the man dressed in all black. You had hoped he had forgotten about you and your bakery. – No such luck.

He and his companion claim one of the free tables, making the chairs creak as they plop down. Frank watches you brew fresh coffee as your eyes meet.

“Right away,” you stammer. This man won’t get a reaction out of you this time. If he wants money, you’ll pay him. For the first time in months, you made a decent amount of money.

“Told ya she’s something else,” Frank smirks at his companion. You try to ignore his words and focus on work. While you prepare a tray with the cupcakes and coffee, Frank watches you the whole time. “Got some meat on her cute ass too.”

“Frank,” the other man sneers. You give him a quick once-over and wonder why he’s around a man like Frank. The man is wearing a well-fitted, dark-colored suit, complete with a tie. This is a stark contrast to Frank’s dark, worn-out jeans, a faded t-shirt, a black leather jacket, and dirty black boots.

His glasses are the only thing standing out. The man is wearing a pair of sleek, rectangular-framed sunglasses that have a dark, tinted lens. You wonder if he’s got problems with his eyes, or if it’s just another fancy accessory to him.

“What?” Frank cackles as you near with the tray. He’s quick to get up and take the tray out of your hands. He places it on the table before grabbing you by the waist to sit back down. You end up in his lap, squirming and wiggling. Frank wraps his arms tightly around your waist, laughing as his boss clears his throat. “I like what I see. It’s not my fault you sent me here to collect.”

“Frank,” the man sighs deeply and straightens his glasses. “I don’t need to see the woman to know she’s uncomfortable in your lap. Let her go. She pays for our protection, not to sit in your lap.”

“But—” Frank grunts. “Only thanks to me has she got all the customers. And I bet she likes sitting in my lap.” He chuckles darkly while you still try to break out of his embrace. “Right, sweet cheeks.”

“I think,” his boss cocks his head. He can’t see you, but listens closely as you elbow Frank, “She wants you to let her go and to pay for our service. Don’t ruin another fruitful business relationship.”

Frank smirks because you are no match for his strength. “Sweet cheeks, you are a whirlwind, and that plum you call your ass is as fine as the best wine.” He rhymes. “Let’s get back to this another time.”

“You must excuse my overenthusiastic friend. He’s got a new position, but still likes to come here to collect cash from you,” the man leans back, smirking as you call Frank a jerk. “You must consider that was probably the most romantic thing he ever said to a woman.”

“Relax, sweet cheeks,” Frank nuzzles your cheek. “I’m here to protect you, remember? I won’t let anyone hurt my cute baker.”

“Frank, get a grip. We came here to discuss business and taking over the bakery,” the man says, looking at you. “I’m Mr. Murdock, and your bakery is officially under my protection. From now on, you’re working for me.”

“What? I…no! This is my bakery!” You wiggle even harder, making Frank groan when you brush his crotch with your ass.

“That’s good news, sweet cheeks. No more paying for protection. You can keep the money if you, let’s say, do us a favor.” Frank believes his words will calm you, but you won’t have it.

“A favor?” You quirk a brow. “That’s not going to happen!”

“You see,” Matt leans forward. “This will happen one way or another. You can keep the bakery, make lots of money, and the only thing I’m asking for is a small favor. That’s not much.”

“A favor…” You murmur. “What kind of favor? I won’t do anything illegal.”

“I wouldn’t dream of letting my girl do the dirty work,” Frank chuckles as you elbow him again. “I’m going to do it for you.” He whispers in your ear. “If you are a pillow princess, I wouldn’t mind, either.”

“Creep,” you ram your elbow into his stomach, making Frank grunt. “If you want to do business with me, keep that lunatic away from me.”

Matt shrugs and says, “Frank is Frank. He is a little shy when it comes to pretty women. Frank is not good with courting a woman.”

“He doesn’t seem to be a shy guy,” you harrumph. “More the grabby kind of guy. If he doesn’t stop, I’ll poison his coffee next time or beat him to death with my baking pin.”

Frank smirks darkly. “I told you she’s something else, Matt.” He laughs before finally letting you go. “Hmm…I think I’ll marry her one day…”

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[antinousletmehit]

˚₊‧꒰ა Chapter 31 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

୨୧┇pairing: Telemachus x reader

୨୧┇FINAL CHAPTER, IM FINALLY FREE

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Few months later

Y/N paced back and forth in their chamber, her hands clenched into fists at her sides as she muttered angrily under her breath. Telemachus sat nearby, nervously watching her with wide eyes, unsure of what would set her off next. The floor was already littered with discarded pillows, a smashed clay vase, and the remains of what had once been a perfectly good loaf of bread.

“I hate this!” She suddenly yelled, her voice cracking with emotion. “I hate how I feel, I hate how I can’t even bend down to tie my sandals, and I really hate that you think sitting there looking like a confused goat is helping!”

Telemachus flinched. “Y/n, love, let’s just take a deep breath, alright? You don’t mean that.”

“Oh, don’t mean that?” she snapped, spinning to glare at him. “You’ve been sitting there, doing nothing, while I’m waddling around here like a bloated whale!”

“That’s not true! I offered to help!” Telemachus protested.

“You offered to ‘get the servant to clean this up!’ That’s not helping!” She shot back, her eyes narrowing. She grabbed a cushion off the couch and hurled it at him.

Telemachus ducked just in time, the cushion hitting the wall behind him with a dull thud. “Alright, alright!” he said, holding his hands up defensively. “I’ll clean it up myself! Just—stop throwing things, please!”

She huffed, her hands now trembling as her anger turned to tears. “I feel awful, Telemachus,” she said, her voice cracking as she sank onto the bed. “Everything hurts, and I can’t stop crying. And the baby—”

Telemachus immediately crossed the room to sit beside her, his earlier fear melting into concern. “The baby is fine,” he said softly, reaching out to take her hand. “And you’re doing amazing, truly.”

But she pulled her hand away and glared at him through her tears. “Don’t you dare patronize me, Telemachus. I know I’m being impossible right now!”

“Impossible? No!” Telemachus hesitated, trying to find the right words. “You’re just… passionate?”

She stared at him for a moment, her lips twitching. Then she grabbed another pillow and threw it directly at his face. “Passionate! Is that what we’re calling it now?”

Telemachus caught the pillow, sighing deeply. “Okay, maybe not my best choice of words. But, y/n, you know I love you, right? Even when you’re throwing pillows—or vases—or bread.”

She sniffled, her anger slowly giving way to exhaustion. “You’re such an idiot sometimes,” she muttered, wiping her eyes.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said with a small smile, inching closer to her.

For a moment, there was silence between them. Then she leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “I don’t mean to yell. It’s just… I’m scared, Telemachus. What if I’m not good at this? What if—”

“Y/n,” he interrupted gently, wrapping an arm around her. “You’re going to be amazing. And I’ll be here every step of the way, no matter how many pillows you throw at me.”

She let out a small laugh, though it sounded more like a hiccup. “You’d better be.”

“I will be,” Telemachus promised, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Now, what can I do to help? And please don’t say ‘stand still so I can throw something else.’”

She sighed, a hint of a smile finally appearing on her face. “Just stay here. I don’t need anything else. For now.” Telemachus relaxed slightly, though he made a mental note to hide anything breakable in the room, just in case.

——

The damp, dimly lit air of the dungeon greeted y/n as she descended the worn stone stairs, a small lantern in hand. Her swollen belly made the descent slower than usual, and she paused occasionally to steady herself, her free hand brushing the cold, mossy wall. As she reached the bottom, she spotted Antinous sitting on the floor of his cell, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, looking as irritable as ever.

“Back again, are we?” he drawled, his sharp eyes narrowing as he caught sight of her. “You must really miss my charming company, sister.”

She sighed, adjusting her shawl over her shoulders as she stepped closer to the iron bars. “I don’t miss your “charm”, Antinous. But I do miss you.”

He raised an eyebrow, his expression softening just a fraction before his usual sarcasm returned. “How touching. What brings you down here this time? Come to gloat about how your little prince of Ithaca knocked you up like a brooding mare?”

“Stop it,” she snapped, her voice firm. “I thought… I’d update you on what’s been going on.”

Antinous tilted his head, clearly intrigued but too proud to show it outright. “A ‘life update,’ you mean? How quaint. Fine, amuse me.”

She settled herself onto a stool just outside the bars, her hands instinctively resting on her belly. “First of all,” she began, “Acrisios and Lethea got married a few weeks ago.”

Antinous blinked, then let out a dry laugh. “A sailor’s son and a proper, chick like her? What a match. I give it three months before she realizes she’s made a terrible mistake.“

“Don’t be jealous,” she said with a small smile. “They’re happy. Lethea seems to have softened a little, and Acrisios… well, he’s trying his best to be the husband she deserves. It’s sweet.”

“Sweet,” Antinous repeated mockingly. “You’re getting soft,baby sister.”

She rolled her eyes. “Speaking of soft, I think Telemachus is about ready to burst with excitement—and nerves—about becoming a father.”

Antinous glared at her, his jaw clenched so tightly she thought he might snap his teeth. “And what about when that child grows up? What will you tell them? That their uncle rotted in a cell because their father stole everything from him?”

Her heart sank, but she didn’t waver. “I’ll tell them the truth,” she said softly. “That their uncle made mistakes, but that he was still my brother, and I never stopped caring about him. I’ll come visit again soon, Antinous. I just… thought you should know.”

As she turned to leave, he called out to her, his voice softer this time. “Y/n.”She paused, glancing back at him. “Be careful,” he said gruffly, his gaze flickering to her stomach. “For the child’s sake.”

A small smile touched her lips. “I will. Goodbye, brother.” As she ascended the stairs, she couldn’t help but feel the weight of his words—and the fragile, strained bond that still lingered between them.

—— few months later

The halls of the palace were tense with anticipation. Servants bustled back and forth, whispering anxiously to one another as the cries of labor echoed through the corridors. Telemachus paced outside the chamber where y/n was giving birth, his hands in his hair, his face pale with worry. Acrisios leaned casually against the wall nearby, trying to mask his own nervousness with a smirk. “You’re going to wear a hole in the floor if you keep pacing like that,” Acrisios teased, though his voice lacked its usual bite. “You should be in there with her.”

Telemachus shot him a glare, his anxiety evident. “I wanted to be in there, but she threw a vase at me and told me to get out!”

Acrisios snorted. “Smart woman.”

“This isn’t funny!” Telemachus snapped, resuming his pacing. “What if something happens to her? What if something happens to the baby? What if—”

“Relax, prince,” Acrisios interrupted, raising a hand. “She’s tougher than she looks. She’ll be fine. And so will the baby.” Telemachus muttered something under his breath and kept pacing, his mind racing with every possible worst case scenario. Acrisios sighed and rolled his eyes, deciding to stay quiet for once.

Inside the chamber, she gritted her teeth, sweat dripping down her forehead as she clung to Lethea’s hand. Lethea, serving as both midwife and moral support, kept her calm composure despite the forceful grip threatening to crush her fingers. “You’re doing so well,” Lethea said soothingly. “Just a little more. The baby’s almost here.”

She groaned, her head falling back against the pillow. “This is Telemachus’s fault,” she muttered, her voice strained. “When I’m done, I’m going to kill him.” The midwives chuckled softly, exchanging knowing glances. “Many mothers say that,” one of them said gently. “But trust me, when you hold your child, you’ll forget all the pain.”

She shot her a skeptical look but didn’t have the strength to argue. She bore down one final time, her cries filling the room, and then, suddenly, there was a new sound—a piercing, healthy wail. The midwife lifted the baby, swaddling him quickly before placing him in her trembling arms. “It’s a boy,” she announced with a warm smile. “A strong, beautiful boy.”

She stared down at the tiny, red faced infant in her arms, her exhaustion melting into awe. His cries quieted as he nestled against her chest, his tiny fists waving in the air. “Adonis,” she whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek. “His name is Adonis.”

Lethea smiled, brushing back her damp hair. “A fitting name for such a handsome little boy.”

Outside the chamber, the door creaked open, and the midwife stepped out, beaming. “You may come in now,” she said to Telemachus. He froze for a moment, his breath catching. Then, without waiting, he rushed inside, nearly tripping over himself. Acrisios followed at a more measured pace, though his curiosity was clear.

When Telemachus saw her holding their son, his heart seemed to stop. He approached slowly, his eyes wide with wonder. “Y/n,” he breathed, kneeling beside her. “You did it.”

She looked up at him, her exhaustion softened by a small, proud smile. “Yea, I did”she sighed out, gently lifting the baby so Telemachus could see him.

Telemachus stared at his son, his throat tight with emotion. He reached out, his hand trembling as he brushed a finger against Adonis’s tiny cheek. “He’s… perfect,” he whispered.

“Of course he is,” she said, her voice teasing despite her exhaustion. “He’s my son, after all.”

Telemachus laughed softly, his eyes still locked on the baby. “Thank you,” he murmured, looking up at her. “For everything.”

Acrisios, standing awkwardly in the background, cleared his throat. “Well, I guess congratulations are in order,” he said. “Though I hope the kid takes after her and not you, Telemachus. The world doesn’t need another slob of a prince.”

She laughed weakly, while Telemachus shot Acrisios a half-hearted glare. “You’re just jealous because you’re not the one holding the future king of Ithaca.”

Acrisios smirked. “Jealous? Hardly. I’m relieved I don’t have to deal with midnight crying fits and diaper changes.”

Lethea, who had stayed by her side, rolled her eyes at Acrisios. “You say that now, but just wait until it’s your turn.”

Acrisios’s smirk faltered, and he muttered something under his breath, earning a laugh from Lethea. For now, though, the focus was on y/n and her new family. As Telemachus cradled Adonis in his arms for the first time, he felt a sense of purpose and love stronger than anything he’d ever known.

She watched them, her heart full despite her exhaustion. This was her family—messy, chaotic, and perfect in its own way. And she wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. Penelope and Odysseus were striding down the hall to the chamber where her and Telemachus were. Odysseus walked with his usual commanding air, but there was a spark of curiosity—and perhaps even excitement—hidden beneath his gruff exterior. Penelope, on the other hand, looked radiant, her expression soft with anticipation.

When they entered, they found Telemachus sitting on the edge of the bed, carefully cradling his newborn son. She leaned back against the pillows, her exhaustion clear but overshadowed by the pride and tenderness in her eyes. Acrisios stood near the window, trying to act nonchalant, while Lethea sat nearby with a warm smile, offering quiet congratulations.

Penelope’s face lit up when she saw the baby. “Oh, my sweet boy,” she murmured, rushing to Telemachus’s side. “Let me see him.” Telemachus carefully handed Adonis to her, his movements hesitant as if he were afraid the baby might break. Penelope cradled her grandson with practiced ease, her eyes misting over. “He’s beautiful,” she whispered. “Just like his father when he was born.” She glanced at y/n with a smile. “And just as stubborn as his mother, I imagine.”

She managed a weak laugh. “He’ll be a handful. I can already tell.”

Odysseus, meanwhile, stood back with his arms crossed, his sharp eyes assessing the scene. Slowly, he stepped forward, his gaze landing on Adonis. “So,” he said, his voice gruff but quieter than usual. “This is my grandson.”

Penelope turned to him with a gentle smile. “Would you like to hold him, Odysseus?”

Odysseus hesitated, his stern exterior faltering for a moment. Then he gave a small nod. “I suppose I should.”

Penelope carefully handed Adonis to him, and Odysseus took the baby with surprising gentleness. He looked down at the tiny, swaddled figure in his arms, his expression unreadable at first. But as Adonis stirred, letting out a soft coo, a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “He’s strong,” Odysseus said gruffly. “He’ll make a fine king someday.”

Y/n arched an eyebrow, her teasing tone cutting through her fatigue. “Oh, he’s barely a day old, and you’re already planning his future?” Odysseus shot her a look but didn’t respond, his attention drawn back to the baby. Telemachus, watching his father closely, couldn’t help but feel a flicker of pride at the unspoken approval in Odysseus’s expression.

Penelope placed a hand on y/n’s arm, her smile warm and maternal. “You’ve done so well, y/n. I know it wasn’t easy, but you’ve given us a gift we’ll treasure forever.”

Her eyes softened. “Thank you, Penelope. That means a lot.”

Acrisios, who had been keeping his distance, finally spoke up. “Well, now that all the sentimental stuff is out of the way, I think we should toast to the new heir. Where’s the wine?”

Lethea shot him a disapproving look. “Acrisios, this is hardly the time for that.”

“Oh, come on,” Acrisios said with a grin. “This is a celebration, isn’t it?”

Lethea glared at Acrisios, her voice cutting through the room like a blade. “You’ll do no such thing. This is a sacred moment, not one for drunken antics.”

Acrisios raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. No wine. Got it.”

She chuckled softly, shaking her head. Even in moments like this, Acrisios managed to lighten the mood in his own ridiculous way.

As the family settled into the quiet joy of the moment, Penelope leaned over to Telemachus and whispered, “You’ve made us very proud, my son.”

Telemachus smiled, his heart full. “Thank you, Mother. That means everything to me.”

Odysseus, still holding Adonis, finally handed him back to his mother. His voice was quieter now, almost reverent. “Take care of him. Both of you. He’ll carry the legacy of this house, and that’s no small thing.”

She nodded, her expression serious but filled with determination. “We will. I promise.”

Odysseus gave a curt nod, his approval clear despite his gruff demeanor. Then he turned and left the room, leaving Penelope to linger a little longer, cooing over her grandson before following her husband. As the door closed behind them, she leaned her head back against the pillow with a sigh. “Well, that went better than expected.”

Telemachus chuckled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and kissing her temple. “They’ll adore him,” he said confidently. “How could they not?”

Acrisios, standing by the door with Lethea, smirked. “Well, one thing’s for sure—Adonis is going to grow up with quite the chaotic family.”

Lethea smiled softly, resting her head against Acrisios’s shoulder. “Chaos or not, he’s lucky to have so much love around him.”

——

Y/n cradled baby Adonis in her arms as she made her way down to the dungeon, her heart heavy yet hopeful. Antinous hadn’t seen her son yet, and she was determined to introduce him to his nephew, even if the situation wasn’t ideal. However, Telemachus, as usual, wasn’t about to let her go alone. “I’m not leaving you alone with him,” Telemachus muttered as he trailed behind her. “Who knows what that lunatic might say to you?”

“He’s my brother, Telemachus,” she sighed, exasperated. “He’s chained in a cell. What harm can he do?”

“Emotional damage,” Telemachus quipped, smirking. She shot him a glare but said nothing, focusing on navigating the damp staircase. When they finally reached the cell, Antinous sat slouched against the wall, his expression sour as he looked up to see his visitors. His eyes narrowed when they landed on Telemachus.

“Well, isn’t this a treat,” Antinous drawled sarcastically. “The golden boy himself graces my humble dungeon. To what do I owe the honor?”

Telemachus smirked. “Just thought I’d make sure you weren’t causing trouble. You know, being a nuisance to the guards or sulking too loudly.”

She rolled her eyes and stepped forward, holding Adonis up slightly. “I brought someone to meet you, Antinous.”

Antinous’s sharp retort faltered as his eyes fell on the baby in her arms. For a moment, his hardened expression softened, but it was fleeting. “So that’s the kid,” he muttered.

“His name is Adonis,” she said, smiling faintly. She adjusted the baby so Antinous could get a better look. “He’s your nephew.”

Antinous tilted his head, his gaze lingering on Adonis. “He’s small,” he muttered. “And looks more like you than him, thankfully.”

Telemachus snorted. “You’re welcome, by the way, for blessing him with my superior lineage.”

Antinous shot him a glare. “Don’t flatter yourself, prince. He’ll probably grow up to resent you, just like the rest of us.”

“Antinous!” She snapped, giving her brother a warning look.

“What? I’m just speaking the truth,” Antinous said with a shrug. He leaned back against the wall, his eyes narrowing at Telemachus. “I don’t know why you even brought him down here, sister. He’s probably here to gloat.”

“Oh, absolutely,” Telemachus said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Because nothing brings me more joy than spending my day with you.”

The bickering continued, much to her frustration. She sighed heavily, rocking Adonis gently in her arms. “You two are impossible, worse than children even,” she muttered. After a few more minutes of trading barbs, she decided it was time to leave. “We’ll come back another time,” she said firmly, giving Antinous a look that brokered no argument.

As she started up the stairs with Adonis, Telemachus hung back. “I’ll catch up,” he told her casually.

She paused, narrowing her eyes at him. “Telemachus…”

“Don’t worry,” he said with a disarming smile. “I’ll behave.” She didn’t look convinced but eventually nodded and continued up the stairs, leaving the two men alone.

Telemachus turned back to Antinous, his smirk widening as he stepped closer to the bars. “You know,” he began, his voice low and taunting, “for someone so protective of his sister, you’d think you’d be a little more grateful that I’m treating her so well.”

Antinous’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing dangerously. “What are you on about, wolf.”

Telemachus’s smirk turned into a full grin. “Let me paint you a picture,” he said, leaning casually against the bars. “Our wedding night. Y/N, in my arms, screaming my name so loudly I’m pretty sure all of Ithaca heard her.”

Antinous’s hands curled into fists, his knuckles turning white as his chains clinked. “You—”

“Wait, I’m not done,” Telemachus interrupted, holding up a hand. “See, the thing about her is, she’s… passionate. The way she clung to me, begged for more, and said ‘oh Telemachus!! It’s teeww big!!”—”

“You’re dead,” Antinous growled, lunging at the bars, his face red with fury. The chains stopped him short, but his rage was palpable. “When I get out of here, I’ll kill you with my bare hands! I’ll make you let out blood curling screams as I tear you limb from limb!”

Telemachus laughed, stepping back just out of reach. “You’ll have to get past the guards first. But hey, good luck with that.” Antinous continued to curse and shout as Telemachus turned and walked up the stairs, his grin never faltering.

When he caught up with her, she raised an eyebrow at him. “What did you say to him?”

“Oh, nothing important,” Telemachus replied breezily, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Just reminding him who won.”

“You’re so immature.” She sighed as she held Adonis closer to her chest.

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