#it is possible to work yourself sick
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
I ate half a serving of some really really good pesto pasta in the evening. Just rocketed out of bed at 3 AM after an hour or so of intense rounds of pain and Iâm not going to go into details but holy shit I wish I never ate more than a couple bites of it and just brought a smoothie or soup to the restaraunt instead this is AWFUL. Literally hauled myself into the bathtub with warm water just to breathe.
#will I take a sick day at work#probably not because I really need to hear those meeting discussions this week#will I have a carousel of unpredictable symptoms the rest of the night? possibly#oh my god. oh my god.#it was the best pesto pasta I ever had. itâs becoming the worst pesto pasta Iâve ever had. I am so sad#me: DO I HAVE FOOD POISONING????#also me: has a known GI condition that is the much more Occamâs razor answer to what caused this situation#and yet somehow still me: DO I SUDDENLY HAVE LACTOSE INTOLERANCE???#girl. itâs 4 am. meditate yourself to fucking chill in this bathtub.#then see if you can go back to sleep#anyway. lessons are being learned#I donât have any idea what happened but it was sooooooooooo rich and Iâm guessing it was too much fat or too much fiber or both#brb about to look up almond and pesto sauce nutrition labels#health#future me I hope this never happens to you again#gastroparesis#if Iâm taking a warm bath in the middle of my worst POTS flare since 2017-2018#you know how bad I must feel to make that worth it lol
13 notes
·
View notes
Text
iâm so frustrated with peopleâs lack of common sense about wildlife. if youâre interacting with wildlife, youâre not having your disney princess moment. youâre not forming a magical bond. thatâs a wild animal who is potentially terrified; maybe itâs curious if itâs young enough, but that just means you should minimise interactions as much as possible to make sure that animal lives a normal life. if your kid comes in holding a wild animal, donât pick up your fucking phone to videotape it. bring the animal back outside and educate your kid to leave animals alone. you know what happens when you take in wildlife as a âpetâ? either you keep it and do damage because even though itâs âtameâ itâs a wild animal who is in no way meant to live in that setting unless itâs being kept by a trained and licensed rehabber who knows the housing and feeding requirements (and even then iâve seen some who are keeping animals irresponsibility), or it ends up at a wildlife rehab when you inevitably harm it enough that you donât know what to do, or when no vets see you, or when the animal becomes too aggressive for you to handle. and then we either figure out how to rehabilitate an animal whose temperament and/or body you have massively damaged or we euthanise it because the damage is too extensive. start treating wildlife like wild animals rather than a dog or cat. theyâre not pets, theyâre not domesticated, leave them alone and let them live happy lives as theyâre supposed to.
#saw a video of someoneâs kid bringing in a baby raccoon and holding it to her chest. what the FUCK are you thinking#âitâs mine now itâs my petâ and everyone in the comments is going âyou heard her thatâs her pet nowâ. fuck all the way off#not only does that harm the animal but that makes it very possible for animals to spread diseases to you or your actual pets#not to mention parasites and fleas#there was one the other day of someone getting a rabbit out of a skate park which is good thanks for helping it. but then the person spent#another 5 or 10 minutes interacting with it and petting it. thatâs not a pet store bunny thatâs a wild animal and itâs absolutely terrified#im not saying learn body language and temperament and shit for a bunch of different animals im saying have some common sense and leave#wildlife alone. look but donât touch. if an animal looks to be in distress then contact a local wildlife rehab or any rehab at all and ask#for advice. if thereâs a rehab near you then see if you can bring the animal in#if you try to do that shit yourself you can do irreparable damage#itâs all fun and games and âoh im keeping it as a petâ until the animal is malformed and has broken bones and infected wounds or is so#aggressive that itâs taking chunks out of people with no warning#âthis wild animal andomly attacked someone for no reason!â you see how itâs overweight? people have probably been feeding it and when that#person didnât have food it jumped on them#someoneâs gonna do this shit with a âsick bird they plan to nurse back to healthâ and get fucking bird flu#im just tired i havenât been working with wildlife for a year and am going to study wildlife and work with them for the rest of my life for#this shit to keep happening. i know it will but im just tired of seeing it over and over again#my post#yâall can rb if you want im just pissed and on my soapbox
20 notes
·
View notes
Text
Saw a gifset. Currently giggling, blushing, twirling my hair. I feel unmored, unhinged, unreasonably deranged.
#is it possible to be so excited that you give yourself a stomachache#i am unwell#actually sick and twisted that im at work for 6 more hours#ive already been here for 4 LET ME OUT#thoughts
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
The whole day i have worked on my thesis (even took a day off work because otherwise i couldn't have met the deadline - which i also didn't - fun!) and i feel so incredibly stressed, disappointed and dead inside from it. I need such a hard reset today, i don't think my sitting in the garden or going for a walk will cut it (i'll try anyway, no worries). I don't know why it is so. incredibly. painful for me to work on it. Maybe because i feel so very incompetent (which i am - or have become - no two ways about this), maybe because my technical equipment is all shit and i have to work with 100 workarounds. Maybe because my brain has become even more teflon-like towards the topic than ever before.
#just need to diary-entry this one to hopefully purge some of it from my system#my profs have /got/ to hate me - how bad can one be?#despite - or especilly because it is - my best effort#pa.thet.ic.#pray for me that i can finish this year :')#perso#not even fun and usually distracting things will work - i just feel sick and rotten and fearful#the meeting is tomorrow#did i even give them the time as an option? if so ... woof#it's worker's union meeting day so i shouldn't have#possible i haven't#but then i didn't react to the e-mail in which the date was suggested because i can ''do that later''TM#so i'm even more an idiot#god. it's ... hard to be forgiving to yourself#is all i will say
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
not sure what comes next
#i want to make a new tumblr but it seems so :/ so so yucky#ive had this one for so long#but im so fucking paranoid haha#not a safe space#anyways. i broke my streak todau#i was doung rlly well#im working with a hynotherapist hahahahahahahha and doing exposure therapy#theyve upped my prozac i used to just be like a depressed bpd girlie who had a little ocd flavouring and now i am a ocd girlie ://///#but idk i feel like the villain. maybe i am#maybe it was all hugely malicious and evil and selfish and unwarrented#it is possible#anisha says no. but i feel like anisha sticks up for me no matter what. maybe im just too good at victimising myself. anyways#i still get sick to my stomach with jealousy and regret n whatever but thats not /enough/#i dont think i can ever explain it i dont know#i dont think i can ever excuse it i dont know#but i dont take it back. its what needed to be done and i know that. i dont think the letter is going to help. i think it only makes things#worse#im not sure#i want to#ive wanted to this whole fucking time im not emotionless i dont KNOW#but i dont want to confuse wnything i stand by whatni did i need more help i need more alone time i need to learn what the heck is going on#with me#ofc everything reminds me of it i miss it#idk i dont want to address#this is the wrong thing to do also and i kmow that but its happening#im crying at my desk and typing this out at record speeds hehehehehhe#anyways. this is a self report and not a letter ao im being careful even tho im just being in denial about that too#anisha is going to be sooo disappointed in me#today might be the day <3 no more for sash. take care of yourself
0 notes
Note
Some rather unlucky investments have landed you in a tad of debt. However, you have know of a way to get out of it that requires very little work on your part.
The "Pussy Portal" company are always hiring after all.
All you have to do is have a portal directly connected to your pussy that any paying customer can use at any time. What could go wrong?
Just realized u didn't actually say it had to be monsterfucking specifically but I made it that anyway lmao.
At least you thought it was going to be very little work on your part.
But now you're not so sure as you sit on the train ride home trying to act like there isn't a monster cock reaching deep in your cunt.
You curse yourself for not reading the terms and conditions of the contract properly. You thought they were just being hyperbolic when they said "Prime Pussy Anywhere, Anytime!" Surely they would have down times right?
No. There are no down times unless you call in a sick day of which you only have few. You shoulda known that pay was too good to be true.
At least whoever's using your portal seems to only be cockwarming themselves for the time being, although that could change at any moment. Every jerk of the train makes you tense up as you try and act as nonchalant as possible. The cock sits so snug and warm inside you, it twitches every time you tense around it.
On the customer app your portal is advertised as specifically "Human pussy" so you like imagining the kinds of monsters who would pick that out specifically. You haven't figured out what monster this one might be, it's rather thick and hot with a very generous amount of precum.
When you get to your stop the train jerks more than you expected and you have to subtly cover your mouth and grab the railing to avoid making a sound. Your customer definitely felt you clench down in panic as their cock jumps in excitement.
They start grinding down slowly on the portal, their cock thrusting shallowly. You speed walk straight for the train station bathrooms and lock yourself inside a stall. Close call but you made it and just in time for their shallow thrusts to turn into full pumps into your slick pussy.
You lean your back on the wall of the stall as your cunt is now being thoroughly pounded by this stranger. You have to crouch to your knees as your orgasm builds up, rubbing your clit with one hand while the other covers your mouth.
Just as you're about to tip over the edge you feel something bigger at the base of the shaft bump against your pussy with each hard thrust. You gasp in realization but it's too late as the monster thrusts their knot past your entrance and you cum hard with a silent scream, spasming and shaking against the bathroom stall.
Their cum fills you to the brim, kept inside by their inflamed knot. They don't stop cumming for several minutes but when they do it takes you several more to compose yourself enough to step out of the bathroom on wobbly legs.
You make the slow and embarrassing walk home while the monster's knot sits snuggly inside your pussy, keeping all that warm cum inside you.
The knot inside you doesn't deflate fully until you're already home and making dinner. You have to grip the counter, shivering slightly as your customer pulls out and goes on with their day having been properly satisfied. The thought makes you feel a strange sense of pride. Just then your phone beeps with a notification from the Portal companies app.
The customer left a tip!
How nice! They also left a review on your page,
"10/10. Best stress relief. Would fuck again."
#thank you for this anon. very big brain. sorry it took so long for me to get too <3#monster x human#monster x reader#monster lover#monster fucker#monster boyfriend#specsanswers#monsterfucker#nsft fantasy
8K notes
·
View notes
Text
What I Want You To Know About Long COVID
Well lads, I've been suffering from Long COVID for over a year now. My life is at a complete standstill. I'm 25 years old and I'm too sick to go back to school, I can't work, I had to move back in with my parents and I'm still stuck here.
Here are just a few things I wish people knew about Long COVID, including things I didn't know myself until I got it.
COVID destroys your immune system. Yes, even if you don't have Long COVID. Are you getting sick more often now? When you get sick, does it last longer? There are many studies showing that COVID causes t cell depletion, even in mild COVID cases! T cells are how your body remembers how to fight off infections you've had before so losing those cells? Bad news.
Your initial infection can be mild and you can still get Long COVID. Right from Yale Medicine, "Most people with Long COVID had mild acute COVID." (This is also a good link for a basic Long COVID overview).
There can be a gap of time between when you "get better" from the initial COVID infection to the onset of Long COVID symptoms. Some people get sick with an initial COVID infection and never get better. Some get better and then weeks or months later start developing Long COVID symptoms. Long COVID symptoms can even fluctuate over time, can go away for months and then suddenly come back.
So many people have Long COVID and don't realize it. Do you feel more tired lately but no matter how much you sleep, nothing helps? Is it harder to concentrate at work or school? Can you just not think like you used to? You could have Long COVID and not even know it. Even mild post-COVID symptoms are still Long COVID.
COVID can do anything to your body. Long COVID has over 200 recognized symptoms and can affect basically any part or system of your body. There is no one mechanism or cause of Long COVID which unfortunately also means there's no one cure either.
The effects of COVID are cumulative. Each COVID reinfection increases your chances of developing Long COVID. COVID is also affecting your body in other ways, yes, even if you're otherwise young and healthy! "Repeat COVID-19 infections increase risk of organ failure, death".
Once you have Long COVID, repeat COVID infections will make your symptoms worse. "80% [of Long COVID patients] saw their symptoms worsen [from reinfection]. In 60% of people who were in recovery or remission from Long COVID, reinfection caused a recurrence of Long COVID."
There is a lot more I want to say about Long COVID but I want to keep this post at least somewhat manageable to read. Like how when COVID is contracted during pregnancy, those COVID-exposed fetuses have a 6.3-fold increased risk of motor developmental delays, or that another study found 50% of babies exposed to COVID in utero had developmental delays.
You need to keep caring about COVID, for others around you and also for yourself even if you're "healthy". Everyone is at risk. And don't forget 40-60% of COVID infections are asymptomatic, which is why masking even if you feel fine is crucial. The only way right now to not get Long COVID is to not get COVID in the first place. It's not too late, if you've stopped masking it's never too late to start again! I know it's easy to get distracted by things in your life that seem more real than the possibility of getting sick some time in the future, and the peer pressure to not mask can be intense. But it only feels less real or less important until your entire life is having Long COVID. Trust me.
I know this is a complicated issue, many people can't afford to stay home when sick even if they want to because of their jobs, there are disgusting policies trying to ban wearing masks, but please if you can. Keep masking. Masking works, masking saves lives.
This post got a bit longer than I wanted so below the cut is a non-exhaustive list of my Long COVID symptoms and some of my experiences as one of the "healthy young people" who got "unlucky". cw brief mention of suicidal ideation.
Welcome to the Thunderdome that is my body with Long COVID. Keep in mind these are just my experiences and symptoms, Long COVID can cause any range of symptoms at varying severities.
Dysautonomia: Exercise intolerance, Post-Exertional Malaise (PEM), fatigue, and heat intolerance. What do those things mean? Here's some specific examples. Absolutely terrible circulation I am so cold all the time but also, if I get a little too warm I will pass out. Eating hot food makes my heart rate spike, I sweat, my body feels heavy. Blood pooling and pins and needles in my feet when I walk. Don't even think about exercising past walking, it's impossible. I used to work out an hour a day 4 times a week and now walking up one flight of stairs makes my heart pound and I can't breathe. Can't take even just warm showers anymore or I will pass out. Heat rashes from being in the sun for 10 minutes.
Digestive issues: Honestly too many to name but: constant bloating, extreme nausea, constipation, slow motility, lack of appetite, just so much cramping and pain. I lost 18 pounds from Long COVID, as someone who was already considered underweight their entire life, and almost had to get a shunt put into my chest to deliver nutrients because I was nearly completely unable to eat. For the first 6 months of Long COVID, if I could manage 600 calories a day, that was a good day.
Histamine intolerance: Oh boy. My worst symptoms, I don't even know where to start with it. If you know Mast Cell Activation Syndrome (MCAS) it's very similar. I can only eat 19 foods. If i eat a single bite of something not on that list, it's 48 hours of absolute hell. Coughing, migraines, itchy eyes, such extreme nausea I cannot even describe it, panic/feeling of doom, racing heart rate, derealization, rash, uncontrollable muscle tremors. I only learned about histamine intolerance 5 months into having Long COVID so before that, I was experiencing these symptoms nearly every single day. Terrifying isn't even a strong enough word to describe how it felt to experience all this and have no idea what it was, how to stop it, or if it would ever stop. Really dark times.
Neurological issues: More of that derealization. Inability to concentrate. Anxiety. OCD-like symptoms such as thoughts getting "stuck" in my head, repeating 24/7 completely unable to stop them, genuinely felt like my brain had cracked open and I had lost my mind. Constant dizziness like I'm on a boat.
Sleep issues: I sleep like garbage. I have insomnia, I wake up dozens of times every night and every single time I sleep I have intensely vivid dreams. I can't sleep longer than 7 hours total no matter how exhausted I am. It is exhausting. I'm exhausted, I'm so so tired.
And finally. Just. Really intense suicidal ideation. My body, my health, my entire life has been stolen from me because someone else decided my life was worth less to them than wearing a mask or staying home if they feel sick. Before I got Long COVID, I was preparing to go to South Korea to teach English, then on to a PhD in neurolinguistics, I was supposed to meet my long distance partner and had already booked plane tickets when I got sick. All of that has been destroyed.
Most of us with Long COVID are stuck in a cycle of being extremely sick, then if you're lucky you'll slowly get better over months, just to get reinfected and go right back where you started or worse. Honestly, I'm not scared of dying from COVID. I'm scared of living for a long time, suffering from Long COVID the entire time. This isn't living.
I don't know how to end this now. I'm still fighting, I'm trying experimental treatments, I'm not giving up yet. I hope everyone reading this stays healthy and well.
9K notes
·
View notes
Text
After a long time, I offer you the sequel to this fic here đ€Č
Warnings: *BANGING POTS AND PANS* KUUYA IS A SUBMISSIVE PATHETIC LOSER YANDERE IF YOU DON'T LIKE MALE SUBS YOU MIGHT NOT LIKE THIS!!!! Also: NSFW and yandere themes from Kuuya and the reader; reader is gender neutral and AFAB; 9k words đ
Kuuya is a @devotion-disorder OC and they gave me permission to write more abt their sad and wet cat <3 I hope you like it!!! The art below is theirs as well!
⥠cannibalism as a metaphor for love âĄ
The clock ticked a little bit past 6PM. You frowned as you watched the last rays of sun fade away in the sky, thinking about your house â how you could be wearing your comfortable pajamas, making some greasy popcorn while you watched a bad horror movie.
Instead, all that you had was that non-ergonomic chair, a coffee that had already gone cold and bitter and the glaring blue light of your computer burning your retinas.
You were working overtime.
Itâs not a new concept for you per se, not in a black corporation such as the one you worked for. Itâs just that on that specific day, it felt like everyone had left the building but you. Every cubicle was empty and the room was incredibly dim â it was anxiety inducing. You turned on as many lights as you could and put some background music to feel less isolated, but the setting simply didnât help. You were locked in that little dystopian bubble all on your own and no amount of piled up work could make you concentrate properly when it felt like you were in purgatory.
Outside, a loud thunder made the window panes vibrate and you sighed.
âFuck thisâ you murmured, getting up. Youâd at least make some more coffee. Would you feel even more anxious? Yes. But you needed something to distract yourself with and brewing a new, actually sweetened pot of coffee would have to do.
You briskly walked towards the break room, trying to avoid thinking about the oppressing darkness that surrounded you, staring at your feet. However, you soon slowed down â the door to the office kitchen was closed, and you could see the light was on from the crack under the door.Â
Common sense would allow you to come to the conclusion that probably someone else was in the building with you, after all.Â
But in that moment, all that blared in your mind were the sirens of dread. Your mind went from thinking that a serial killer was hiding in the pantry to imagining a deadly monster coming to whisk you away before you ever thought about some other colleague being in the building with you.
You crossed your fingers hoping it was just the (possibly hot) monster from another dimension coming to kidnap you and slowly opened the door, ready to run if needed.
Instead, you were met with the curved back and the mop of messy lilac hair of someone you knew oh too well.
âKuuya?â you called, quietly.
âAH!â he flinched, crinkling the plastic cup he had in his hand and spinning around to look at you. The water he was pouring in his cup splashed on his button up shirt and he looked like a deer caught in headlights.
You raised your hands up, like you would do to a feral animal to show you mean no harm.
âSorry! I didnât mean to spook you. I didnât know there was someone else here. I thought I was alone.â you said, entering the room and feeling a little bit relieved to see another sign of life in that somber building.
Even if it was from your cute and creepy little stalker.
Kuuya hurriedly grabbed a napkin and began dabbing at his shirt, nodding silently and avoiding your eyes.
You sighed loudly as you began rummaging the kitchenâs cabinets for all the supplies you needed.
As much as you allowed yourself to indulge in your sick fantasies when it came to him, most of the time Kuuya just frustrated you. You wondered if he would ever try to talk to you. Hell, would he ever even look at you in your eyes for more than a second? It was maddening.
You knew he was far from innocent, no matter how reserved he acted around you. Didn't he literally follow you to your home just to jerk off in the bushes by your window? Where is all that courage when you're right next to him?
You wouldn't mind actually taking the initiative, but most of the time you honestly felt like you were crazy. Maybe you were so horny for that sad wet cat that you were hallucinating.Â
Maybe he never went to your house and it was just the wishful thinking of your deeply, deeply perverted mind.
Maybe he actually wanted to run away from you whenever you were around, but you were just too insane so you kept imagining him fisting his cock just because you breathed near him.
Although they do say that insane people never think they're insane.
God! If only he gave you A DIRECT SIGN! A green light! Something that would let you know you can take charge!
No matter how adorable his bashfulness was, he still made you feel like you were kicking a baby animal whenever you addressed him directly. And honestly, that didn't really help his case.
âAre you⊠okay?â his quiet voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you noticed how you were crouching and staring at a dead empty cabinet for way longer than necessary. You closed the door and got up quickly, clearing your throat.
âWeâre out of coffee.â you said, pulling your phone out of your pocket. âI'm gonna order something to eat. Is there anything you want?â
Kuuya was one step away from being malnourished, you noticed. You wouldn't mind putting some food inside that scrawny body.
âUm⊠No, itâs not necessary⊠I donât really have⊠um⊠moneyâŠâ
You waved your hand dismissively as you scrolled through a delivery app.
âThat doesnât matter. Iâm paying.â
Kuuya shook his head frantically while waving his hands.
âN-no, I canât accept that!â
You side-eyed him and he visibly flinched under your glare.
âEven if you donât tell me what you want to eat, Iâm gonna order something for us. We are quite literally stranded here, Iâm not going to let you go hungry.â you shrugged.
He fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. God, he was so cute. Why did he act like you would straight up kill him if he said something wrong, though? Were you that intimidating? Well, not intimidating enough to keep him from masturbating right by your bedroom and stealing your stuff, apparently.
âAlsoâ you continued âItâs going to rain soon, apparently. I don't want to make some delivery guy go out in the rain to deliver us food once weâre actually hungry, so I'll just do it now.â
Kuuya opened and closed his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but nothing would come out. He looked like a little fish, you thought, as you waited for him to say something. When he didnât after a whole minute, you just shrugged.
âIs chicken sandwich and fries okay with you?â
He nodded, hesitant yet still licking his lips unconsciously at the thought of some good actual food. You figured he was probably very hungry. In fact, you could picture it very clearly: Kuuya getting home and just eating the least nutritious instant noodles in the world, day after day. No wonder he looked so tired all the time. He was probably running low on fuel for way too long.
âOkay. So Iâm gonna order those, and also some coffee and cookies. If I'm gonna stay here and be tortured by all the work I gotta do, I wanna at least have something tasty to console me.â you mumbled, more to yourself than anyone else.
And as you placed the order, you ended up missing the little lovestruck smile that quickly appeared on Kuuyaâs face.
You had gone back to your cubicle while you waited for your order. Knowing you weren't completely alone calmed your nerves and you managed to work properly for the time it took for your food to arrive.
Once you had all the bags in your hands, you walked back to the kitchen and the door was open just like you had left it. Kuuya was still there, sitting at the table, nursing a tepid cup of water.
âYou didn't go back to your work station ?â you said, putting the multiple bags of food on the table, earning a startled yelp from him again. You raised an eyebrow and huffed out a laugh. âYou're more skittish than I am.â
He pursed his lips into a thin line, avoiding your eyes.
âS-sorryâŠâ
You shook your head.
âThere's no reason to apologize. Here, the food arrived. Let's eat?â
He nodded, hurriedly getting up to help you set up plates and cups down, wobbling a little bit like he had to consciously think about how to walk properly.
You looked at him through the corner of your eye while he washed a few dishes.Â
Kuuya always seemed like he was in distress. His shoulders looked tense like a violin string and there was always a little crease on his forehead. His eyebrows were almost always scrunched and raised up, giving him that kicked puppy look to his face that you found so endearing. It made you want to hold him in your arms and massage those little shoulders until they were soft under your fingers, and kiss those worry lines until he relaxed, even if just for a little while.
You clenched and unclenched your fingers, quickly busying yourself with putting the now clean plates on the table, otherwise you'd jump at him as soon as he looked at you with those pink doe eyes that you so deeply wished you could stare at for hours on end.
If only he wasn't so easily frightened.
Soon enough, everything was set on the table, ready for you to eat.
âAlrightâ you sat down and motioned vaguely towards the food âDig in! Donât be shy.â
Kuuya slowly sat down, eyeing the sandwiches like he had never seen food before in his life. Still, he kept his hands to himself and fidgeted on his chair.
âIs something wrong?â
âI- I feel like I should be paying for this. I promise I'll repay you once I get my next paycheck.â he mumbled, looking extremely embarrassed.
You tutted, shaking your head.
âNonsense. You don't have to pay for anything. Now eat. It'll make me glad if you eat properly. That's how you can pay me back.â
He pouted for a moment, considering your words, then hesitantly grabbed the sandwich, giving it a nibble. His face lit up at the taste of the sandwich and his inhibitions then seemed to go down a little. He took a bigger bite, chewing happily. His chin was slightly smeared with sauce and you smiled.
So fucking cute.
As you ate, you noticed how he kept on shaking and nodding his head in order to move the long lilac bang that covered his right eye away from his mouth. After a few more moments just watching him struggle, you got up from your seat.
âHere, let me help you.â You reached inside your pockets and showed him a hair clip you always kept at hand. You reached out for his bangs, hovering your hand over his hair as if to ask for permission to put the clip on him.
He unceremoniously slapped his hands over his bangs and right eye, hard.
âN-no!â He yelled, sounding terrified.
You jumped, surprised at his uncharacteristic reaction, and raised your arms again, the second time that day.
âOkay, okay. Sorry, I won't touch it. You can put it on your hair if you'd like it, then. No pressureâ you said, still offering the hair clip.
He slowly moved his hands away from his eye, shaking as he grabbed the clip from your palm.Â
âO-okayâŠthank you and⊠sorryâŠâ he mumbled, gripping the clip tightly inside his fist.
âIt's no problem. Just⊠please pin it in a way that will keep your hair from touching your foodâ you grimaced âThat's not really hygienic.â
He clumsily pinned his hair to his scalp, the bangs still completely covering his right eye, but somehow precariously pinned right over his ear. You gave him a nod of approval.
âI guess that's good enough.â
You two continued eating, a painfully awkward silence looming in the atmosphere, as the heavy rain that had threatened to fall all night finally pattered against the windows.
You figured you wouldn't try to break that silence, despite how uncomfortable it was. It was time for him to try and communicate with you too, and if he didnt, well. You wouldn't spread yourself thin just to receive a few nods and indiscernible mumbles, no matter how adorable he was whenever he was flustered.
Kuuya politely thanked you for the food as he finished eating, right at the same time as you. He pushed his chair, the grating sound against the floor making the both of you flinch. He straightened himself up, as much as his hunched back would allow him to, and cleared his throat.
âI, uh. I have to go to the bathroom. I'll- I'll clean everything up, so you can leave it there. I'll be right- I'll be right back.â He stuttered, eyes flitting everywhere around the corners of the kitchen, except to you. He was tightly grabbing his elbow with his other hand, until he visibly relaxed when you nodded at his words, like he needed your permission, and scrambled out of the room.
You waited a minute or two after he left, before getting up and quickly walking towards the men's bathroom as well.
Yeah, right. Sure. Bathroom.
You might not have known Kuuya that well yet, but you knew one little thing: he was a terrible liar.
You opened the door to the bathroom as quietly as you could, hoping it wouldn't creak and possibly rat you out. When you managed to close it behind you without a sound, you exhaled a breath you didn't even know you were holding.
Stepping slowly and carefully, you walked towards the bathroom stalls and stood still for a second.
Yeah. There it was.
Your mouth quirked up into a pleased smile when you heard the sound of heavy breathing coming from a stall to your left. Gasps and choked out little moans reached your ears and went straight into your core.
Kuuya was jerking off in that bathroom stall.
You licked your lips and kept moving slowly, much like a predator trying not to be seen. You slotted yourself into the stall right beside him and crouched on top of the toilet, effectively hiding your feet from him in case he looked down.
But from the sounds coming out of his stall, he was already way too cumbrained to notice anything around him.
You could hear the sounds of his hand rubbing his cock mercilessly as he groaned, probably a little louder than he should if he was trying to be subtle.
Your breathing became heavy.
You found yourself imagining his hand grabbing his shaft tightly, rubbing his thumb against the angry pink tip of his dick, smearing the beads of precum all over his length. His other hand would be lifting his shirt to pinch and pull at his nipple, eliciting those cute little gasps you kept hearing from where you were standing.
Begrudgingly, you undid your pantsâ zipper and shoved your hand into your already leaking cunt.
His moans got louder, the lewd, wet sounds of him fucking his own hand going faster and you thought of how his cock would be twitching, balls heavy with cum tightening as a warning sign that he was about to come undone.
Your fingers circled your clit, eyes closed and mouth agape with a silent moan at how fucking hot he sounded and how filthy you felt for getting off to him without his consent â but it's not like he didn't do the same to you before.
A loud, shaky moan came out of him as he apparently came all over his own hand. You thought of how he would ride his own high, squeezing every last drop of his load out of his cock until the overstimulation would be too much and he'd halt his movements.
You heard him pant heavily, stopping your movements so he wouldn't hear the wet sounds of your pussy. You were so far away from your own high, but listening to his little mewls was more than worth the frustration.
Until he opened his mouth again to moan your name.
âI love you⊠I love you I love you I love you, fuckfuckfuck I love you so so much.. a-ah fuuuuckâŠâ the sounds of him furiously jerking off reached your ears again and your eyes fluttered shut as you tried to control your breathing.
He kept moaning and whining your name over and over again, probably leaning against the stall's wall as everything began to shake in the same rhythm of his hips.
You bit your knuckle hard, trying to avoid making any sounds while you rubbed yourself, chasing your orgasm to the glorious sound of your pathetic stalker fucking himself silly in your workplace's bathroom.
His whiny, slutty voice sounded like honey, viscous and sweet â something that you would swallow eagerly, leaving your tongue heavy with his syrupy, nauseating taste.Â
You bit your knuckle harder as you felt the frustration of chasing a release that would not come, because you desperately wanted to taste him; to glide your tongue over his skin and memorize the salty flavor of his sweat and the musky scent of his body. Anything else would not work for you anymore.
You could eat him whole, truly. You needed your hands and your stomach and your pussy to be full of him. Urgently.
You stopped toying with your clit, allowing the anger of not even having a sad, unsatisfying orgasm wash over your body.
Kuuya seemed to finish much quicker this time, your name in his lips loud as he came a second time.
You looked down and bit your lip, pulling your own hair in frustration â you could see a few drops of his cum drip onto the bathroom floor, pitifully wasted.
Closing your eyes, you forced yourself to breathe deeply and closed your eyes.Â
First, you needed to get out of there without him noticing so he wouldn't have a mental breakdown and run away. And then, only after that, you could think of the next steps of your plan.
You allowed yourself to rest your head against the wall, waiting for him to clean himself up and leave.
It was so weird, this desperate attraction you had for Kuuya and how afraid you were of messing everything up. You had your previous crushes before, sure. But nothing was ever as strong as the desire you had to cradle that stupid man in your arms and keep him with you, safe.Â
You knew things were different once you found out he was obsessed with you and it still didn't extinguish that little fire inside of your core.
Usually, you'd lose interest in people as soon as they began expressing interest in you as well â you knew it was wrong and you had brought it up during therapy sessions, but it never really bothered you.
Until Kuuya.Â
When you confirmed your suspicions (that he was insanely obsessed and even went as far as stalking you) you felt a strange excitement bubble in your stomach â like you had achieved something.
It made you shiver in anticipation for those little moments in which your eyes would meet his and he'd blush furiously, or when you'd purposely brush your hand against his only to watch how he twitched and rubbed his thighs together.
You were addicted to him. You wanted him even more after finding out about his feelings, and that was new to you. That was something you weren't willing to let go.
And with that, came the fear that Kuuya might be just like you. What if he was an emotionally constipated mess like yourself? What if he lost all interest as soon as you gave him an opening? Just because he was different for you, didn't mean you'd be special to him, in the off case he had the same bad habits.
That was why you were so cautious, so slow in your movements. You didn't want him to run. You didn't want to lose the feeling of being reciprocated. You'd protect it the same way you'd protect a tiny flame against the whip of a merciless wind.
But after hearing him moan your name like a needy whore, you didn't think you could hold it in anymore.
Kuuya had already left for a good 5 minutes while you were lost in your thoughts.
You quickly cleaned yourself and walked towards the sinks to wash your hands. You looked at yourself in the mirror of the men's bathroom. Sweat stuck to your forehead and your face looked flush. You were out of breath and your heart beat fast and loud inside your ribcage.
You turned on the sink, splashing cold water against your face and, after you dried up, you stared at your reflection again.
Well. So Kuuya had loudly moaned your name as he fucked his own fist. And you had masturbated to the sounds of his gasps and mumbles of your name.
No matter how paranoid you were â you were very much sure you weren't fucking hallucinating any of that.
âWalk me home?â you went to his desk after you finished the last of the details in your reports, fully intent on taking him with you to your home.
âItâs now or neverâ, you thought to yourself.
âS-sorry?â he sputtered.
âWalk me home?" you repeated "The rain stopped, but it's kinda late. I don't want to walk alone. It's too dark.âÂ
He seemed to consider your request for way too long. Anxiety began bubbling in the pit of your stomach, and, for a moment, you thought it'd be better to just pretend you never asked anything, until he answered you.
âOkay⊠I can go with you.â he murmured, getting up and grabbing his shoulder bag.
You let out a breath of relief you didn't know you were holding, and smiled.
âThank you, Kuuya!â
You didn't miss how he bit his lips and shivered at your words.
The walk home was uneventful, as you expected. Kuuya walked by your side and insisted on staying on the road's side of the sidewalk. You praised him for being a gentleman and he became a blushing and stuttering mess, but besides that, he was quiet.Â
You arrived at your door and Kuuya hovered right beside you, watching you fumble with your keys.
You weren't very good at hiding your anxiety after all.
Once the door opened, you stepped inside and held it for him.
âCome inside for a moment.â you murmured after clearing your throat.
You watched his throat bob up and down when he swallowed hard. He probably had many questions and, honestly, you couldn't blame him. You had no reason to invite him to your house.
At least not obvious reasons, that is.
He did as you told after a few seconds of hesitation, although he had confusion written all over his face.
âWhy⊠why did you invite me in?â he finally asked while he watched you shrug off your coat and kick off your boots. You motioned for him to take off his shoes as well and leave them beside yours.
âJust something I gotta do.â you answered, observing him clumsily undo the knots on his shoes.
He cocked his head to the side, looking up at you.
âWhat?â
Once he was finished putting his shoes right beside yours, you beckoned him with your finger, and began walking deeper inside your house and towards your room, hoping he would follow.
He did, dumb shock plastered on his face, but still compliant.
You opened the door and motioned for him to enter. As soon as he was inside, you slammed the door behind you and locked it.
Kuuya's eyes were wide as he quickly turned to look at you. He seemed terrified, the poor thing, but this time you wouldn't back down. You couldn't.
âShhh, it's okay. No need to be so scaredâ you shushed him as he opened his mouth, walking slowly towards him. You placed your hand on his chest and pushed him towards your bed.
When he plopped unceremoniously on the mattress, you looked at his pants.
He was already hard.
You smirked.
âDo you know why I brought you here?â you asked in a murmur while you leaned towards his trembling figure, wiping a few stray tears from his cheeks with your thumb and holding your weight over him with your other arm.
âN-noâŠ?â
You cocked your head, actually surprised at his answer.
âReally? Are you really that clueless?â you traced his jaw with your finger, and he squirmed underneath you, rubbing his thighs together to get any friction on the bulge inside his pants.
âIâŠâ he cleared his throat âI don't understand.â
âWell, I, for one, am not clueless you know.â your fingers traced the length of his neck, and you smiled when a few goosebumps pricked his skin.
He gulped.
âI know you jerked off to me earlier today.â you said flatly, with a sickening sweet voice while your finger now teased and rubbed his pebbled nipples through his shirt.
He gasped and you didn't know if it was from surprise or pleasure.
âI also know you followed me some weeks ago and jerked off in that bush outside my window.â you pointed to the window hidden behind your blinds and he followed your gaze, eyes watery and cheeks a bright red.
âAnd I know you steal my stuff and my trash so you can keep it.â he was still looking at your window when you palmed his bulge through his pants. He arched his back, moaning loudly, and you grinned maniacally at his reaction.
Pretty slut.
âDo you⊠D-do you think I'm disgusting?â he asked, shamelessly grinding his hips against your palm.
âYeah, I do. I think you're disgusting and a creep.â he moaned at your words, but his eyes closed tightly, and a few more tears ran down his cheeks. He had a pained expression on his pretty face, like you had hurt his fragile feelings.
Apparently Kuuya knew how to tug on your heartstrings.
You moved your hand away from his pants, fully aware of the damp spot that had formed on the fabric.
âBut so am I.â you completed and he opened his eyes wide, looking at you like you had just grown a second head.
âSeeing you so desperate and needyâŠâ you shook your head in defeat âIt does things to me, you know.â
âI-it does?â he asked, all doe eyed, blushing and hopeful. You sighed at the sight, trying to burn it forever into your brain.
âMhm. Yeah. It makes me wanna eat you whole.â
Kuuya shuddered as you placed your hand back on his chest, gliding it towards his throat. You held his neck firmly for a second before you gently cupped his warm and reddened cheek. He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes like a cat.
âWill you let me, Kuuya?â you whispered.
âW-what?â He opened his still teary eyes, gazing at you expectantly.
âWill you let me eat you?â
A beat of silence went by and you almost felt the ugly head of shame peek into your mind, but then he nodded, a single tear falling onto your thumb.
âY-yes.â
Like a thin thread snapping, you kneeled onto the ground and pulled his waist towards you, letting his legs hang limply on your sides. Your fingers trembled as you undid his belt buckle and you looked at him.
Kuuya was propping himself onto one of his elbows, his other hand covering his mouth as he watched you hastily take off his pants and boxers. His hard cock sprung free, leaking pathetically, and your mouth watered at the sight.
You were starving.Â
It was time to eat.
Kuuya felt like he was dreaming. Or maybe he died and his very own heaven (if he would even be allowed there) was having you suck his painfully hard cock.
He forced his eyes to stay open so he could watch you. The way your tongue swirled on his head and pressed mercilessly on his slit â you had barely put his cock inside your mouth and he already felt like he was melting.
He knew he was sounding pathetic. He whined and squirmed against your hands while you kept his thighs open. It was so good, it was feeling so good he was losing control of his body.
When you started bobbing your head, hollowing your cheeks to suck him harshly, he thought he would die. It had to be wrong, to feel this good. It was criminal.
Kuuya moaned like a whore and, deep inside, in the still conscious part of his mind, he wondered if you liked it. He hoped you did, he hoped his pathetic high pitched groans made you soak your panties because he couldn't control them.
Not when you were sucking him so good.
He bucked his hips against your mouth, the sound of your gag snapping him out of his daze for a moment so he could mumble a âsorryâ, but then you moaned.Â
You moaned and the vibrations of your throat went through his cock and he lost it, completely. He held your head firmly, thrusting frantically into your mouth as he repeated â'm sorry! 'm sorry! 'm sorry!â until the words lost all meaning to him. With a stutter, his hips bucked again and he spilled inside your mouth, his slurred words elongating into a pornographic moan.
You opened your mouth wide, relaxing your throat as soon as his cum began spurting, eagerly swallowing the salty taste of him while he rode his orgasm until he couldn't take the stimulation of your soft mouth anymore.Â
As you dabbed the drops of cum that had spilled from your mouth, he suddenly wondered, in the back of his mind, if you already had any practice doing this kind of stuff. He panted, face warm and red, dick twitching while he looked at you wiping your mouth and licking your fingers. And he felt jealous at the thought.
He wanted to be the only one. He couldn't handle the thought of you touching anyone else like that. He hated it. Hated it. He had to be the only one you'd touch like that. God, he wished he could go back in time to prevent you from touching anyone else, just so you'd always be his alone.
A few angry tears pricked in the corner of his eyes and he tackled you to the ground, surprising you with a hug.
âK-kuuya?!â you squeaked, the air leaving your lungs went he laid all his weight on you.
Kuuya began rubbing his cheek against yours, sharing the sweat that stuck to his forehead with your face, making you grimace.
âW-what's wrong?â You asked in a murmur, after reciprocating his hug.
He whined wordlessly and began untangling himself from you, holding himself up by his trembling arms.
And, for a long moment, he just stared at you.
You thought he looked beautiful.Â
He wasn't exactly the most handsome man in the world, but to you, he looked angelic.
His lilac hair was disheveled and his face was flushed. His lips were a pretty red, as if he had bitten them too hard, and his eyes were half-lidded and clouded with lust and sheer adoration. It sent tingles down your spine. You wondered if anyone has ever looked at you like that, but you already knew that no one has ever held you in such high regard. It made your heart race and your core burn.Â
You could sear the image of him under your eyelids and you would never tire of it.
He was gorgeous.
You tucked a strand of damp hair behind his ear and then cupped his cheek. Your thumb rubbed his skin gently and his eyes fluttered shut. He began leaning against your touch again, before he stopped himself and opened his eyes. You looked at him, puzzled, when he averted his gaze.
âU-umâŠâ he began, after clearing his throat. You kept quiet, allowing for him to continue.
âC-can I⊠um. Can I eat you too?â He mumbled, closing his eyes tightly. You felt your face tingle at his words and his adorable embarrassment.
âYesâ you murmured and he opened his eyes wide âYes, please.â
Kuuya quickly sat up on his knees, and looked around, apparently finally realizing you two were laying on the ground.
âDo you⊠want to move to the bed?â he asked bashfully, and you chuckled.
âYes, it'd be more comfortable.â
He got up, holding out his hand to help you up as well. He didn't really have enough strength to pull you up, so you just held his hand tightly, not wanting to reject his help, as you gracelessly lifted yourself from the ground.
As soon as you were standing, you began pushing the waistband of your pants down, but Kuuya's hands quickly stopped you, holding you tightly. You widened your eyes as you looked at him.
âI⊠want to do that.â he said, bashfully.
Wow. Who would have thought he'd be so brazen for once.
You smiled, nodding, and laid on your bed, making yourself comfortable.Â
You observed how Kuuya was already rock hard again and he had yet to touch you properly. He was insatiable for you and it made your pussy clench around nothing.Â
He was going to be the death of you.
Kuuya, in a sudden development, decided that it didn't matter what happened in the past. What happened, happened. All he needed to do was make you forget about it all.
He needed to be good. He needed to fuck you so good that you'd forget anyone you might have hooked up with in the past. He needed to make you addicted to his tongue, his fingers and his cock so you'd always go back to him for more.
Granted, he didn't know how he was going to do that since he was a literal virgin, but he hoped his enthusiasm would convince you to give him more chances, until he had mapped every little crevice of your body and all the little buttons that made you squirm.
Kuuya licked his lips, slowly pulling the hem of your pants down while he kneeled on your bed. The sight of your soaked panties made him gasp loud, and he had to grip the base of his cock tightly, hissing as he threw his head back. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down while he swallowed hard, concentrating on not allowing himself to cum.
He couldn't allow himself to cum untouched just by looking at your wet cunt. At least not in front of you. Not right there. He would, however, be filing this image inside the safest corners of his brain to become prime masturbation material later on, that's for sure.
He leaned in, warm and shaky breath hitting the damp spot on your panties. His tongue lolled out unconsciously and he licked a long stripe over the fabric of your underwear.
He was so sure he had died. That's the only possible answer for all the things happening right at that moment. Not only did you suck him, now he was tasting your pussy?
Oh god. He was tasting your pussy.
It was like something broke inside of him, allowing all of his obsession to spill over as soon as he pressed his tongue against you. He moaned loudly, ripping your underwear away only to grip it tightly in his hand as he, at last, dived into you.
He was going to keep it to himself as a prize.Â
Kuuya slurped and sucked and licked your wetness like a starved man. He wasn't focusing on the task at hand; instead, he was just getting drunk on your juices and your musk, moaning like someone who had just eaten the most delicious sweet. Oh he was so cute, all pussydrunk like that.
You hummed, gently holding a fistful of his hair as you grinded lightly against his eager tongue. You⊠probably weren't going to cum if he didn't suck you with a little bit more intent, but you figured you'd just let him enjoy himself for a bit more.
Just looking at his eyes rolling and hearing the sinful whimpers and grunts he was letting out was already doing something to you.
Soon enough, however, Kuuya seemed to discover that one little bundle of nerves. He gave it a few kitten licks before curling his lips against it to suck, and it was finally your turn to roll your eyes.
Your hand gripped his hair tighter and your back arched while he rolled his tongue against your clit; eyes wide when he realized he must have done something right.
One of his hands tentatively rubbed against your entrance and you cooed.
âYes Kuuya, that's a good boy⊠Put one of your fingers inside me, babyâ
He gasped against your pussy, the praise clearly making him lose his focus. A mean part of your brain thought about stuffing him with a butt plug just so you could make him wag a little tail whenever you praised him, but that would have to be an adventure for a later time.
He began pumping two fingers inside you, mouth going slack in awe once he heard the shlick of your wet cunt, and drool pooling at the side of his mouth.
He was so clueless and so, so cute. You couldn't help but think about actually making a mess of him.
âKuuyaâ you said, not as a moan, but as a call. He stopped his motions for a second and looked at you â doe eyed, mouth and chin still glistening with your cum.
You licked your lips at the sight.
âI'll sit up a bit. I want you to lay down on the bed.â You said, as you shifted your position and rested your back against the headrest, making him crawl towards you to keep his head between your legs.
You watched as he slowly rested his body against the bed, a little yelp coming out of his lips when his hardened length pressed against the mattress.
âGood boy.â You praised him as you ran your knuckles on the sticky skin of his cheek and he whined.
âNow I want you to hump the bed while you eat me out.â you said, flatly.
Kuuya's eyes widened like saucers.
âW-what?âÂ
âYou're hard, aren't you?â You ran your hand through his head, caressing his hair gently âI want you to fuck the bed while you eat me out. I want to watch you move your hips like a pretty slut. Can you do that for me?âÂ
He blinked, staying silent as you kept threading your fingers through his hair. The furious blush that spread through his face and neck was anything but unnoticeable.
âI can give you a pillow, if you'd rather hump it instead of the bedâ you added, figuring he was probably already addicted to humping his own pillow like a dog in heat, so it wouldn't hurt to make him comfortable while he obeyed you.
âY-yes⊠I would like a pillow then.â He whispered.
You mouthed an okay and gave him your favorite pillow â the one you usually hugged while sleeping. You wondered if he knew that. And by the way his eyes lit up when he saw the pillow, you figured he probably did.
âTake off your shirt? Please?â you asked him, after he positioned the pillow where he wanted it to be.
Kuuya pouted at your request, and as you were about to tell him he didn't need to do it if it made him uncomfortable, his trembling hands moved to unbutton his shirt slowly. You reached out to him, pausing his hands. He looked at you, sad puppy eyes glistening with tears.
âDo you want to take off your shirt? You don't have to if you don't want to.â you reassured him.
He sniffled, looking away.
âI-I don't mind.â he mumbled and you knew he was probably hiding his discomfort to please you and would never tell you the truth.Â
Kuuya seemed thirsty for your approval in every little thing, to the detriment of himself. It made a little monster inside of you roar with the desperate need to keep him tucked away, safe with you, just like a dragon who hoards gold in a faraway cave.
Your thumb caressed his still trembling hands.
âThen just leave these buttons undone. You don't have to take it off.â
âBut-â
âKuuya.â You said his name firmly, making him flinch despite the gentle touch of your hand against his. You noticed how his cock twitched at that as well. âIt's okay. Now please be a good boy.â
You went back to your position against the headrest and opened your legs, pussy still dripping and throbbing with the lack of attention. He gulped, licking his lips and nodded furiously.
It was hard, coordinating his movements. All Kuuya had known his whole life was to jerk off or hump his pillow, but now he had to suck you, lick you, pump his fingers inside you AND hump your precious pillow. Not that he was complaining. He loved it. It was Heaven.
But he felt a bit self conscious about his abilities, or lack thereof.
Just like he was self conscious when you asked him to strip. He hated his body â he was so scrawny and weak-looking, he felt disgusting. What if you hated him? What if you wanted something else in a partner? He couldn't risk having you uninterested in him! Not when he got what he so desperately wanted!
Showing you his body would have to wait until he was either convinced you truly wanted him, or until he got you locked up in his apartment. The last option was the most tempting to him â having you shackled to his barred window would be a guarantee that you wouldn't run away after all.
But for now, all he could do was his best â all while suffocating you with his affections until you drowned in them.
The squelching sounds of your pussy as he pumped his fingers inside you were driving him insane.
Kuuya humped your pillow like a dumb dog in heat â his hips almost bounced against the bed with how hard and deep he was thrusting. He couldn't wait until he was balls deep inside your cunt, the leaky tip of his cock kissing your cervix until he filled you whole.
He felt dizzy. He half registered how loud his moans were; all he could think was about your cum all over his face and how he fucked your pillow, mean and fast.
âC-curl your fingers up, babyâ you whined, pulling his hair, and this finally got his attention.
He acquiesced, because he was good. He was so good for you and he was going to learn everything you liked because no one else would ever touch your body ever again.Â
Only him.
And he had to learn it all to keep you satisfied and happy, so you'd praise him and fuck the brains out of him as a reward. It was the perfect exchange! You'd be his and he'd be yours and nothing could ever keep his grubby hands away from you now.
He would do whatever you asked.
He felt a spongy texture against the pad of his fingers, and when you mewled, legs spasming around him, he knew he had found gold, somehow.
He halted the movement of his hips to focus on swirling his tongue against your clit and fingering your cunt at an insane speed. He would for sure be extremely sore the next day, but he only cared about your loud moans and how your thighs were squishing his head so tight and so good.
When you finally came, he groaned at the feeling of your cunt squeezing his fingers inside you, pulling them deeper inside with a vice grip, and the taste of your cum wetting his whole face. He reached his own peak at the thought of how HE was the one who made you curl your toes and soak your bed sheets like that.
And another proof that he was made for you was added into his mind.
But it was too fucking much. For the first time in his life, Kuuya felt drunk. He needed more or he would die. He needed more more more more.
Maybe more than you could even give.
He didn't let you breathe at all.
As soon as your eyes fluttered open again, coming down from your high, he began crawling on top of you, panting like a feral dog. You watched as a sticky thread of his cum momentarily connected his dick to your now wet pillow and despite all that, he was still fucking hard. How was that even possible was beyond you, but you didn't have time to linger on those thoughts when he hovered over you.
âI wanna cum in youâ he moaned, still moving his hips, humping your mound. His eyes were glazed over, like he wasn't all there with you, and his pupils were blown wide.
âI wanna cum in youâ he repeated, panting, a little bit of drool spilling from the corner of his mouth âI need to cum in-inside you. I need to fill you up, please. Let me breed you? Please? I wanna be inside you and hnng- pump you full of my cum, please? Let me cum inside, please? Please please please let me breed you, pleaseâ he slurred nonstop, almost incoherently, while he frantically moved his hips like he couldn't control them.
He was so drunk with you that he was desperate and talking like he had never done before.Â
It was pathetic.Â
And so fucking hot.
âShhh baby, it's okayâ you cooed, petting his head to calm him down while your other hand squeezed his hip to try and still his movements âYou can fuck me, it's okay. I'm not going anywhere.â
He whined, nodding his head and sniffling as a few tears ran down his cheeks, seemingly coming back to his senses a little bit.
âIt's okay, loveâ you pulled his head towards you, cradling him on your chest. You kept on petting him, while your other hand softly scratched his back in order to calm him down.
Once his breathing was a little less erratic, you let him raise his chest again.
âYou okay?â you murmured.
He nodded, rubbing his eyes. Then he looked down at his cock and back at you. You chuckled. He really was insatiable.
You threw your arms around his neck, eyes half-lidded.
âThen go on and fill me upâ you murmured against his ear, enjoying the shiver that went down his spine.
You didn't need to ask twice.
Kuuya was so nervous.
He was about to be inside his love! He was about to fill them up with his cum, but the thought itself was already throwing him to the edge. He would have to do his best to not cum once he felt your gummy walls squeeze his cock.
Easier said than done.
Kuuya threw his head back again, a guttural moan erupting from his chest as soon as he got the head past your entrance. He heaved loudly, focusing so hard on not spilling himself so soon, whimpering whenever your walls clenched around him.
âY-you okay?â you asked breathlessly and all he could do was nod with a pained expression on his face.
âIt's okay, take it slowâ you added, gently rubbing his thighs.Â
You were an angel, truly. Only you would have so much patience with someone as pathetic as him. He had to fuck you good! He had to show you that you could depend on him! This way you would keep pampering him like he so desperately needed.
Through pure determination, Kuuya pushed himself further, moaning pornographically with every inch that went inside you. Once you had taken him down his hilt, he exhaled, shakily.
âT-there you goâŠâ you groaned âFilling me up so much, my good boy.â
Kuuya whimpered. He was torn between asking you not to say those things so he wouldn't cum, and lapping up your praise like a parched man.
He began moving, slowly thrusting in and out of your wet cunt, and he felt like he was melting all over again. He was going to be just a puddle, with how good it felt. You clenched tightly around his length like you were trying to milk him dry and he realized that he was probably going to be addicted to this from then on â there was no going back.
His nails dug into the plush of your hips as he began pounding into you, fast and erratic, the sounds of his balls slapping against your ass and the wet noise of his cock being drenched in your juices were so dirty and he loved it. He couldn't help the âAh! Ah! Ah!â he kept letting out to the rhythm of his thrusts.
You were just so good, so made for him, so his.
With a sudden movement, Kuuya hooked his arms under your legs and pushed you. He always saw that position in those porn videos, and he always wanted to do it to you. The mating press. He wanted to push himself inside you as far as he could and then fill you up with his jizz. Ah, just thinking about it made his cock twitch inside of you.
He wondered if you could feel his fast and loud heartbeat in your pussy, since his cock was so damn hard. It would be almost painful if it wasn't for your glorious wetness sucking him in so good and taking care of him.
You grabbed one of Kuuya's hand and brought it to your clit, urging him to draw little circles on it to bring you over that edge. He rubbed it quick and merciless, looking down at how your pussy was swallowing his cock, so wet that a ring of white had formed around its base as he fucked you, and how your clit also twitched under his fingers.
Not long after, you felt your abdomen tighten and your walls clench around him as you reached your orgasm, arching your back while you desperately pushed his hand away from your clit to avoid overstimulation.
Watching you cum so hard because of his very own ministrations made Kuuya cross over that edge right away as well. With a high pitched moan, he spurted his load inside you â so much cum that it spilled down to your bed and Kuuya mindlessly tried to push it back into you while he rode his high.
His chest was heaving and his eyes were glazed over, the look of pure adoration still visible in his pink orbs as he looked at you, sweaty and thoroughly fucked (by him! Not by a toy! Much less another man! Not ever again.)
He wanted more. He needed more. He felt like he could cum over and over again inside you and fuck you silly for hours on end.
But as he opened his dry mouth to say these words, a sudden tiredness took over his body and his eyelids got impossibly heavy.
Kuuya fell down into your arms, unconsciously snuggling your figure, his softening dick still inside you as he cuddled your body and placed kisses on your sticky skin. It wasn't long until his breathing became steady and sleep took over his body.
You decided you'd let 5 or 10 minutes pass before you'd wake him up in order to drink some water, eat some protein bars and join you in the shower so you two could clean up.
But damn it, was he adorable while sleeping. He had a little pout on his bottom lip, but besides that, his face finally looked relaxed. The first time you've seen him like that in all those months you two have been coworkers.
Pride swelled in your chest as you thought about how you're the first one to ever see him like that.
The scared wet cat finally in your arms, ready for you to coddle, kiss, fuck, take care of and protect from any harm.
You unconsciously tightened your hold on him, feeling a wave of possessiveness so vile that it made you dizzy for a second.
It was a bit too much, what you seemed to feel for him. But you weren't willing to analyze that at that moment. He was right there in your arms, clutching you like you were his lifeline â and that was more than enough for you.
At least your anxiety and paranoia had been completely quelled. If he was so desperate to fuck you after you confessed you were a bit creepy for him as well, then maybe it was okay for you to be more upfront with your desires, just like he was.
Even though he truly would never guess he was being so obvious.
It was so cute, how he thought you really didn't know about anything he ever did. Not the stalking, nor the stealing. And not even the little thoughtful things he could straight up tell you because you'd genuinely appreciate them.Â
However, regardless of him telling you or not, you just knew everything. Your poor little baby wasn't very subtle, after all.
Therefore, you very much knew Kuuya had stayed behind with you at work just because he knew you'd be there. He thought he was elusive, but you could pick up his intentions from miles and miles away. As soon as you first saw him idling alone in that kitchen, it all clicked perfectly in your head.
Kuuya was so silly and so dumb, sometimes. But it was okay because that made him so, so cute that you could eat him up.
Over and over and over again.
4K notes
·
View notes
Text
A NIGHT IN HOLLYWOOD â | ATEEZ SERIES
â featuring ot8!ateez in iconic HOLLYWOOD romance and rom-com movies
â TICKET BOOTH IS CLOSED! đïž : the movies are about to start! all fics will have MATURE CONTENT! MDNI!
sit back, relax, grab your popcorn and tissues, and enjoy the silver screen . . .
THE PARENT TRAP â | KHJ
TROPE: exes to lovers! divorced!au
TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst, crack, slice of life
AS DIVORCED PARENTS to two twin daughters, you and hongjoong have your fair share of work cut out. Driving to piano lessons, cheering at hockey games, drop offs at each otherâs houses, it can all be a little much. But could a relaxing summer retreat as a whole family possibly rekindle past emotions youâve swept under the rug? . . .
â IN THEATRES
DIRTY DANCING â | PSH
TROPE: bad boy!seonghwa, enemies to lovers!au , 60s!au
TAGS: nsfw, smut, angst, crack
THAT WAS THE SUMMER before JFK got shot, before the beatles came, and when you were working part time at your aunts summer resort. That was also the summer you met resident heart breaker and cocky entertainment crew member, Park Seonghwa. Remind yourself why youâre suddenly dance partners with him again? . . .
â not yet in theatres . . .
PRETTY WOMAN â | JYH
TROPE: dilf!yunho x formerstripper!reader, strangers to lovers!au, contract lovers!au,
TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst
LIVING IN BEVERLY HILLS comes with its perks. But for two different people such as yourself and multimillionaire business tycoon, Jeong Yunho, both of you canât seem to find what youâre looking for in the so called âLand of Dreamsâ. So the proposal is simple really⊠let him spoil you with money, jewelry and clothes while in return, you stay by his side. . .
â not yet in theatres . . .
MR AND MRS KANG â | KYS
TROPE: marriage!au, established relationship, spy!au, assasin!au
TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, ANGST, crack
WHO WOULDâVE THOUGHT picture perfect suburban neighbourhood couple, Mr. and Mrs. Kang would be at each others necks trying to kill each other first. Youâve both come this far in your marriage while hiding your secret identities, but it looks like only one person can remain standing. I guess you both did promise âin sickness and in healthâ. . .
â not yet in theatres . . .
ROMAN HOLIDAY â | CS
TROPE: royalty!au, princess!reader x reporter!san, strangers to lovers!
TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst
AS CROWN PRINCESS, youâre on a tightly scheduled tour of European capital cities. But after an especially rough day in Rome, you sneak out of the embassy to explore the so called Eternal City, running into no other than celebrity news reporter, Choi San, looking out for his next big royal scandal. . .
â not yet in theatres . . .
10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU â | SMG
TROPE: college!au, stoner!mingi, enemies to lovers!au, fakedating(?)au, y2k aesthetic
TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst, crack, slice of life
YOUR YOUNGER BROTHER Wooyoung is desperate in getting you, his older sister in college, to date so that he can finally date in highschool. The options for potential candidates are scarce, considering men flock away like birds the second youâre near. Good thing campus stoner and weirdo, Song Mingi is the same as well. . .
â not yet in theatres . . .
HOW TO LOSE A GUY IN 10 DAYS â | JWY
TROPE: fashioncolumnist!reader x advertiser!wooyoung, y2k aesthetic, fake dating(?)au, enemies to lovers!au, mutual pining
TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst, crack, slice of life
LISTEN, IF IT MEANS getting a promotion at your editorial company as a news journalist instead of pop culture and lifestyle columnist, youâd do anything. And that includes pretending to be the most annoying and clingiest girlfriend to some guy for 10 whole days. But just so you know, Wooyoung likes clingy. . .
â not yet in theatres . . .
ROMEO & JULIET â | CJH
TROPE: unrequited love, star crossed lovers!au, mutual pining, secret romance (shakespeare be rolling in his grave rn)
TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, ANGST
FOR CENTURIES, a plague of hatred and hostility has been present in the relations between the House of Choi and your own. You know you canât be together, but yet why do you keep catching that dark haired boy staring at you so longingly? And why do you want him just as bad?. . .
â not yet in theatres . . .
a/n: for updates, follow my blog! this will be a work-in-progress so I ask for your support:(đ
taglist: @vent-stink @dazzlingstarrs @vcutparis @xpixie @potatos-on-clouds @showingmafandomlove @bibbleypoof @kpop-will-kill-me @avantalem @beabatiny @gabrielle-brugger @nsixns @amaranth1ne @stayminho @myblovedjyh @kkeshia @rebekah-reads @yoonbroom @4kwp @butterflydemons @iwaizumiismybae @soobinsputnik @stayatinykatsy @atitties @justconniez @kitten4sannie @ghostskilledmyaddiction21 @cheolsthicthighs @morethingsfandom @geminiml95 @byuntrash101 @quailbagutte @syubseokie @newworldwritings @urmom26john @sleepy-kat-here @pearltinyy @hjshyhyssnmgwyjh @cursedeastern @starryunho @piratekingateez2001 @jiminbility @paumll @drinkingrumandcocacola @roomsofangel @channies-bbg-room @meanaonthemoon @teeztopia @pommelex @kiln9z @sanhwalvr @youresolivlie @edawg77 @a-0206 @summer-gyu @bvidzsoo @yoongzsmile28 @tournesol155
taglist became too long so find the second taglist heređ no longer taking requests
#fic series: A Night in Hollywood#A Night in Hollywood#ateez smut#ateez fluff#ateez fic#ateez fanfic#ateez imagines#ateez x reader#Ateez series#ateez fanfiction#ateez#atz smut#hongjoong smut#seonghwa smut#yunho smut#yeosang smut#san smut#mingi smut#wooyoung smut#jongho smut#hongjoong fanfic#seonghwa fanfic#yunho fanfic#yeosang fanfic#san fanfic#mingi fanfic#wooyoung fanfic#jongho fanfic#nct smut#stray kids smut
4K notes
·
View notes
Text
Your World [ Wolverine x Reader ]
Summary: your Wolverine was your whole world.
A/N: I like writing angsty stuff and this movie provided me with the best possible scenarios <3 hehehe I love wolverine
Warnings: Cussing, mentions of blood
Marvel MASTERLIST Link here
SPOILERS BELOW
-
It wasnât an ideal love story that brought you back to Logan.
Being a mutant with incredible healing abilities and a broken heart made it so easy for Stryker to capture you. Your Wolverine had been the one to rescue you from the clutches of Stryker and the horrible fate that loomed over your head. All the days of experiments and cold rooms where youâd be injected with who knows what, it all lead to him.
But you always had to remind yourself that Logan had gotten you out, made you a X-Men, but found the brutal truth of how dangerous it was to be loved by you.
You loved deeply and endlessly, like a void waiting for eternity to be loved and to love. Logan was exactly what your heart desired for years.
Someone who could never die, never leave you.
Fighting alongside each other became a beautiful symphony. And God protect anyone who caused you harm, because Logan would only see red and slice them to pieces. It was a miracle none of the X-men had been torn to shreds, but Scott always came close.
The team would always joke about your relationship, saying how could an innocent soul be in love with such a brute like Wolverine.
But Logan knew the only way he could breathe was to be with you, to hold you, to kiss and love you.
He would always find his way to you no matter the circumstance.
Beast was holding you in the infirmary because he wanted to run tests? Logan was there.
Storm and Jean wanted to have a girls night? Logan was sitting outside the room in case anything happened.
Scott was training you in hand to hand combat? Logan was definitely there.
Your world consisted of him and him only.
And maybe that is why it hurt so much when he let your entire team die, because you had not made them your whole world.
You had been away on a mission by yourself when you received the news of their passing. You returned to a bloodied home, no sign of Wolverine to be found.
Life began to blur after what happened. You had to go into hiding, because people blamed you for what happened, too. And there was no one there to stop you from spiraling into a flurry of self hatred.
Hatred for what you had become. A love sick puppy so consumed with Logan only. Maybe if you had been there, maybe if you hadnât put so much trust in him, maybe if you could have taken the hits for your team.
And the thought that stuck with you the most, if you had been there, screaming for help - would Logan had only saved you and left the rest to die?
Because the love you shared was slowly becoming so obvious to you that it was not pure or natural, but rather so simple it would have made you and Logan public enemy number one.
But you supposed that had already happened, too.
Your mutant abilities were the only thing you had left, so you consumed yourself in underground work. Becoming exactly what the X-men had fought against.
Shedding your uniform, you had to separate yourself from the X-men because people recognized you too easily. It was hard to find any work where people wanted a tainted mutant.
You tried your hardest to not let every moment be consumed by the thought of Logan. He had never reached out to you after the event, despite the grief between you so overwhelmingly strong. He couldnât face you and love someone who would have stepped through hell and back for him.
He felt as if he didnât deserve it.
So time continued to pass as the bond between the two of you was severed so deeply that it was suffocating to be apart.
But it wasnât until Deadpool showed up to your apartment that you were finally addressing your past.
âLeave, now. Iâm not hearing any of your bullshit.â You tried to close your door but he stopped it.
âPlease, câmon. I need you! Wolverine needs you!â
You tensed at the mere mention of him. âIf he needed me so desperately, it is far too late for him to come back.â
âBut youâre his one and only, for fuckâs sake! Every variant Iâve met of him has had a you stalking around like a lap dog. You know how many of youâs have beaten the shit out of me?â He rambled on, and you rolled your eyes.
âI donât care to understand what youâre saying, so goodbye, Wade!â
Deadpool sighed before kicking the door in and stabbing you through the chest with one of his blades. You stared at him in shock and couldnât register anything as he flung you over his shoulder into an orange portal.
You landed on a hard ground that pushed the blade out of you. âWade, youâre a dead man.â
He stepped through the portal and leaned over your body. âSorry about that, but I canât die so youâre stuck with not only me, but Wolverine!â
Deadpool giggled and ran off, making sure to rip the blade out of your stomach. You winced but felt your regeneration cells working to stitch you back together.
Slowly sitting up, you spat out blood.
âI tried to tell him not to bring you into this.â
You froze at the voice you fought to forget, willing calm into your fast beating heart.
Sitting up fully only made your legs wobble and your head spin. But you had to look up into the eyes of the man you still loved.
Logan looked different, healthier and happier. It only made you feel sick.
âIâve been busy.â He said it so casually that it made you want to slap his chest for the lack of greeting. âWade gave me a second chance. I helped save his world.â
âYou havenât seen me in years and you choose to brag?â You scoffed, removing your shirt to assess the damage Wade had done to your shirt.
Logan sucked in a breath as he took in your battle worn scars. Despite your healing factor, you still kept every scar from every wound you had endured.
He remembered the last time he saw you, you only adorned a few on your chest and stomach.
Now it was littered with them.
âYouâve been busy too, I gather?â Logan said with a hint of sarcasm.
You glared at him. âWhy am I here?â
âWade thought that I needed you.â He admitted it with such ease, like he knew it to be true in his heart.
âAnd? Do you need me?â
He hesitated before answering. âIâve always needed you⊠and I think thatâs why I let myself go for so many years. Because I knew that no matter what I did or said to you, you would never forgive me. I would always be the one who let our team die⊠let you go.â
âWell youâre right, because I never would forgive you. Not after abandoning all of us,â you choked out, the tears beginning to creep into the corners of your eyes. âI loved you fiercely, Logan. All it would have taken was one call during those first few days and I would have been there for you. We couldâve been healing together. But you chose this life of despair for both of us, Logan.â
âI know.â He said, his own eyes watering.
âI despise you.â You said, but your heart was breaking, letting out the true feelings. It was bleeding for him and for him only.
Logan stepped closer and you did not stop him.
âI want nothing to do with you.â You said, your voice cracking.
âI understand.â He said, five feet away from you now.
âI hate you.â You began to weep, the blood in your heart revealing what you wanted truly.
âI donât blame you.â Logan closed the gap between the two of you, holding you close to his chest. You cried into his shoulder, holding on for dear life. âIâm never leaving you again.â
All you could muster was a small nod, your tears staining his shirt. His own were dripping onto the top of your head.
And in the empty apartment, you and Logan stood, holding onto each other.
Holding your world together.
#Deadpool and Wolverine spoilers#wolverine#deadpool#wolverine and deadpool#deadpool and wolverine#spoilers#marvel#MCU#hugh jackman#ryan reynolds#Wolverine x reader#Wolverine imagine#Deadpool imagine#Logan x reader#logan howlett#Logan#Logan howlett x reader#xmen#x-men#x-men imagine#x-men x reader#d&w spoilers#marvel imagine#MCU imagine#mcu x reader
3K notes
·
View notes
Text
Youâre All I Need (r.c.)
contains: swearing, angst, mentions of pregnancy, family drama.
father!rafe x mother!reader
a/n: if this goes well and finds its way into my busy schedule, iâll turn this into a series! and guess who just hit the two-decade mark.. đđ
summary: youâre sick, exhausted, and barely holding it together while caring for your daughter, juno, alone. desperate, you call rafe, your ex and her father, for help.
who am i to want you now that youâre leaving?
âą
almost a year ago, you and rafe had gotten into a big fight over the summer that left both of you saying things that couldnât be taken back. by the time he was gone, you thought it was over for good. he stormed off and it felt like the end.
that was the same summer you found out you got knocked up.
when you finally told him about the baby, he swore he wanted to be there, for both of you. but you couldnât do it. you didnât his half-assed attempts at playing family. so you told him he could be in the babyâs life, but not yours.
the day your daughter was born, nothing felt real. you named her juno, inspired by a movie youâd watched a hundred times during your pregnancy. you didnât need rafe there that day. at least, thatâs what you told yourself.
and for a while, that worked. until tonight.
the fever is unbearable, heat radiating from your body as you lean against the wall to steady yourself, your legs trembling beneath you.
juno cries loudly, sharp and continuous, her small fists waving in anger from her playpen. juno was only a few months old, but the sounds she made tonight seem louder than anything, or maybe it is the throbbing in your head that is making everything clearer.
you tried to calm her downârocking her, even her close until your arms felt like they might give out but your fever had drained every ounce of strength out of you.
rafe was in the middle of a business call when his phone rang. he saw your name on the caller ID and immediately sensed that something was off. he excuses himself from the meeting and quickly picks up.
âwhatâs up?" he asks, his voice filled with concern and curiosity. âdo you wanna have juno tonight?âyou ask, not entirely aware of what youâre doing. âi donât donât know..Iâm just..â then you sigh. âsheâs been saying âdadaâ all day and she refuses to eat.â
rafe winced at the loud noise. junoâs cries are clearly heard from the other end. it was clear that you were having a hard time, and he felt concerned for both you and juno.
âyeah, âcourse, iâll take her.â he replies quickly, then rafe doesnât waste any time. telling some lame excuse to his clients, gathering his things and completely bailing on the group of people in the meeting room.
the drive to your place felt excruciatingly long, but he kept his foot on the gas, determined to get there as fast as possible. rafe offered you and juno a spot at tanneyhill but since you were too petty towards him at that time, you declined.
He rushes to his car, his mind racing with thoughts about you and Juno. The drive to your place feels excruciatingly long, but he keeps his foot on the gas, determined to get there as fast as possible.
finally, he reaches your home and practically jumps out of the car, making his way to the door and banging on it urgently.
"(name)? itâs me! open up!" he calls out, the sound of junoâs cries echoing in his ears.
when you open the door, rafeâs eyes slightly widen in worry at your appearance. he could see the paleness in your face and the exhaustion in your eyes. he quickly steps inside, his eyes scanning the room for juno.
"are you alright?" he asks, his voice filled with concern. "you look absolutely exhausted. whatâs going on with you?â
âiâm fine, sheâs in my room..â and rafe saw all the tell-tale signs of a fever as he watched you lay down on the couch. he knows youâre not as âfineâ as you claim but doesnât push the issue for now.
a year ago, rafe cameron was chaos incarnate. consumed by his demons, or maybe he was the demon. the outer banks was his kingdom, and as much as you donât want to admit it, the rafe walking up the stairs to go see your daughter isnât the same man you walked away from last summer.
decades of being ward cameronâs son donât just vanish but having a daughter changed rafe in many ways no one thought was possible. heâs more conscious, more quiet, like heâs constantly trying to prove more to himself than to everyone that he was better than the man who raised him.
youâve seen him with juno, the way he holds her like sheâs the only thing that matters in the world.
rafe watches you as you lie down on the couch, he frowns when he sees how weak you look.
he turns and heads straight to the room where juno is crying. he walks over to the crib and leans over, gently scooping up the little girl, holding her close to his chest.
"hey, little one," he coos, his voice soft and soothing. "your dadâs here." juno immediately stops crying as rafe picks her up, her small body calming at the familiarity of his touch and voice. rafe rocks her in his arms, gently shushing her and whispering words of comfort.
"there you go," he murmurs, his fingers gently stroking her soft hair. "no more cries now, iâve got you."
he walks back to the living room, holding juno close to his chest as he approaches you on the couch.
"hey," rafe says softly, his tone showing concern. "you really don't look well." he moves closer, gently resting a hand on your forehead to feel your temperature. as he suspected, your skin was hot to the touch.
you look up to see him with juno on his hip. âjust take care of her for the night.â and your eyes nearly flutter shut.
rafe saw through the way your eyes struggled to stay open. he saw how sick you truly were, but you're trying so hard to hide it.
"damn it," he mutters, his voice tight with worry and frustration. "baby, youâre in no condition to take care of juno on your own right now. you need to rest, and i can't just leave knowing you're not okay."
rafe reluctantly looks down at juno in his arms, her tiny face looking up at him with wide trusting eyes. he then glances back at you, still lying on the couch, weakness written all over your face.
"i will," he replies firmly. "but first, I'm putting you to bed. you need to rest and get better. then I'll take care of the baby."
he heads up and carefully sets juno on the crib for a moment and then walks downstairs, over to the couch, gently scooping you up in his arms.
âput me down..â you whine. "no" rafe replies firmly, his grip on you tightening slightly. "youâre burning up with a damn fever. no condition to be worrying about juno right now." he carries you towards your bedroom, his arms holding you securely against his chest. though you protest, he ignores your weak struggles.
once he reaches your bedroom, he gently lays you down on the bed, making sure you're comfortable and settled. he pulls the covers up over you, tucking you in and smoothing back your hair from your forehead.
looking down at you, he can see how exhausted you really are, the fever taking a toll on your body. but his focus quickly shifts to the crib where juno is starting to cry again, her hunger growing stronger.
rafe watches you for a moment, concerned. the feeling of your skin under his touch tells him how high your fever really is. he glances over at the crib, junoâs cries growing louder.
"stay right here," he instructs you firmly. "iâll feed our baby, then iâm coming back to check on you."
with a sigh, rafe picks juno up from the crib and brings her to the kitchen. he goes through the motions of preparing a bottle for juno, mixing the formula with warm water and shaking it gently until it's ready. he then sits down next to your bed, leaning back against the headboard while he carefully feeds juno the bottle.
his eyes occasionally flick to you, checking on your condition. even though he's busy feeding the baby, he keeps a watchful eye on you, noticing every shiver and every sign of discomfort in your sick state.
after a few minutes, juno is satisfied, her tiny belly full and content. she starts to drift off in rafeâs arms, her small eyes growing heavy.
he carefully passes the baby back to the crib and turns his attention back to you. he returns to your bedside and sits down, his eyes studying your pale and weary face. the sight of you in this state was devouring him from the inside.
your eyes flutter open. ârafe, take her to your house..â then you turn to the side, your back facing him.
rafe looks down at you, gently taking your hand in his own, it broke his heart a little. the fact that you're asking him to take juno now.
"baby," he murmurs, his voice gentle. "youâre still burning up. i can't just leave with juno while you're like this."
it was always like this with rafe. back then, whenever you didnât want him to care for you, when you pushed him away, built your walls high, and told him you didnât need him, heâd force it anyway. he had this annoying way of ignoring your protests, showing up when you least expected it with that hot stubborn determination in his eyes.
if you were sick, heâd be at your door with soup, even if he didnât know how to make it. if you were upset, heâd sit next to you in silence, waiting until you caved. it didnât matter how hard you tried to convince him you were fine; rafe never listened. he cared in the only way he knew how to care; recklessly, even when you swore you didnât want him to. that part of him hasnât changed at all.
âcome on, sheâs your only priority at the moment.â you try sending him away. his grip on your hand tightened a little at your words. âdon't be fucking ridiculous," he retorts, his voice stern. "juno will be fine with me at my house. but you're not. youâre sick and need rest and care. iâm not just gonna abandon you like this. not happening."
âyou donât have to stay anyway⊠youâre not my husband or boyfriend or anything. youâre just her dad.â
rafe bites down at your words. he knows heâs nothing more to you than junoâs dad, but hearing you say it so bluntly still stings.
âno, iâm not your husband or boyfriend,â he replies, his tone sharper than intended. âbut damn it, i still care about you, even if you donât want me to.â
before you can respond, a shiver racks your body, your fever making you tremble. rafe notices immediately, his frustration giving way to concern.
âjesus, youâre burning up,â he mutters, leaning closer to place the back of his hand on your forehead. âwhy didnât you tell me you were this bad?â he doesnât wait for an answer. standing up, he moves to the kitchen, returning with a cool cloth. he gently presses it against your forehead, his jaw tight with worry.
âyouâre in no condition to be alone right now,â he says firmly. âespecially not with a fever this high. you need someone to take care of you, whether you like it or not.â
âtake her,â you whisper, your voice weak. âi can take care of myself. you donât have to do both.â
âdamn it, will you just listen to me for once?â rafe snaps, his voice low but laced with irritation. âyouâre not fine. youâre barely holding it together, and you want me to just walk away? why are you so goddamn stubborn?â
âi donât need your help,â you insist, glaring at him weakly. âjust watch juno. thatâs all.â
rafe exhales sharply, trying to keep his temper in check.
âwhatâs it gonna take for you to get it through your head that you need support too?â he demands. âi care about both you and juno, you idiot. why canât you just let me help you when you clearly need it?â
âand why does this concern you?â you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. his eyes narrow at your question, frustration bubbling over again.
âwhy do you think it concerns me?â he bites out, his voice rough. âyou really have to ask that? you think i donât care about you? you think i only see you as junoâs mom?â
you manage a breathy smirk, too weak to move but pleased nonetheless. âi knew it⊠son of a bitch.â
âknew what?â he challenges, his tone sharp. âthat i actually give a damn about you more than you think? if you know, then why are you still fighting me on this? why are you so damn stubborn about letting me help?â
your smirk stays on your face, though your eyelids are already drooping from exhaustion.
âyeah, i care about you,â he admits, his voice quieter now. âyou drive me absolutely fucking insane with how stubborn you are, but i still care. happy now?â
when you donât respond, too tired to argue anymore, he shakes his head and adjusts the cool cloth on your forehead.
âiâm not leaving,â he says, and thereâs no point in arguing. âsomeone has to take care of you since you clearly canât be trusted to do it yourself.â
the room feels smaller with him in it, like his presence is closing in on you from all sides. he settles next to you, the mattress dipping slightly, and itâs awkward, too close for comfort, too familiar for what you are now. exes. nothing more.
âyouâre gonna get sick,â you mumble, your voice scratchy and weak. âyou donât have to do this.â
âdonât care,â he says, not even looking at you. his voice is calm, steady. âyouâre burning up. if i get sick, so what?â
you try to sit up, even though your body feels like itâs made of lead and your head pounds with every slight movement. the feverâs still got you in its grip, but lying there next to rafe feels like too much. too intimate. too close.
but the second you push yourself up, the world tilts. your balance wavers, and before you can steady yourself, your head drops against something solid.
his shoulder.
rafe lets out an annoyed sigh as he watches you struggle to get up, knowing full well that you're too weak to stand on your own.
"damn it, woman," he mutters as you collapse back onto him. "what did I tell you? youâre supposed to be resting, not trying to get up and walk around like a lunatic."
he gently wraps his arm around you, supporting your weakened body against him.
"just stay still and don't move," he whispers. "youâre in no condition to be up and about. you need to rest and recover. you know iâll take care of you, right? stop trying to do everything on your own."
rafe gently runs his fingers through your hair, his touch light and soothing.
your hand finds its way to rafeâs arm, fingers gripping him weakly, as if holding on to him will keep you steady. rafe freezes at the touch, his gaze dropping to where your hand rests against his skin. itâs a simple gesture, but it feels like everything all at once.
he doesnât pull away. instead, he shifts slightly, his own hand coming up to gently squeeze yours, his grip warm and steady, like heâs anchoring you.
âyouâll get better,â he murmurs. âjust give it time and let yourself rest. let me look after you for once, okay?â
you think about the way things used to be. sneaking off when you had the chance, meeting him at the beach under the cover of darkness. stolen kisses, the kind that made your heart race. rafe was always the one who pushed boundaries, the one who made you feel alive in ways you hadnât thought possible.
âare you sleeping over?â you ask weakly, your voice barely above a whisper.
rafe looks down at you, the question pulling him out of his thoughts. he takes in your pale face, the tired lines around your eyes, and sighs. part of him wants to say no, to avoid whatever this is turning into, but he knows he canât leave you like this.
âyeah,â he says finally, his tone gentle but firm. âyeah, iâm sleeping here. someone needs to keep an eye on your stubborn ass so you donât try to do chores at three in the morning.â
you let out a weak laugh, but it fades quickly. âyou shouldnât be here,â you mutter, shaking your head slightly. âitâsâitâs awkward. itâll just make things weird.â
rafe arches a brow, his lips twitching into something between a smirk and a frown. âwhy are you acting like somethingâs gonna happen between us?â he counters, his tone light but laced with something deeper. âitâs fine. stop overthinking it and just⊠lay down. youâre not gonna win this argument.â
before you can protest, he gently guides you back down, his hand steady at your back. the warmth of his body against yours is impossible to ignore, but youâre too drained to fight it.
then, out of nowhere, he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. the gesture is so tender it takes your breath away, but youâre too tired to react.
as your eyelids grow heavier, your mind drifts back to the first time rafe said he loved you. it wasnât in a quiet, romantic moment, it was in the middle of an argument. his voice had been loud, angry and raw, but it was real. rafe always let things spill out when he couldnât hold them back anymore.
now, as sleep pulls you under, you hear his voice again, quieter this time.
âi miss you,â he whispers.
you donât respond. maybe youâre too far gone, maybe you donât want to. but maybe you miss him too.
#rafe cameron#rafe cameron fluff#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe#rafe fluff#rafe angst#rafe cameron angst#obx#obx fanfiction#rafe cameron x reader#rafe x reader#babydaddy!rafe#babydaddy!rafe cameron#angst#fluff#outer banks#outer banks fanfiction#obx x reader#outerbanks x reader
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
.
#tonight was weird. I had like five simultaneous mental breakdowns and then went into the lounge and just sorta hung out with some friends#first it was a breakdown about me being too disabled to perform/do tech#that turned into Iâm getting worse what if I become too disabled to attend this college which turned into if Iâm actually getting forearm#crutches what does that mean for me (and also how the fuck do I hide that from my parents)#then it was adding on the layer of Iâm miserable and my roommate is asleep but I want a hug and by then I was crying pretty hard#so I had the brilliant idea to look up whether itâs possible to cry so hard you throw up/make yourself sick because thatâs what weâd been#told as kids to get us to stop crying or something. and thatâs just not how it works! stress can make you nauseous but crying canât make you#sick/throw up. which then sent me into a spiral of âmy parents arenât dumb why the fuck did they say this. itâs fucked me up so badlyâ#I then got a tissue and then threw it away and went to walk away from the garbage can and just fell. completely randomly. a knee didnât even#give out my legs just collapsed. which triggered an Iâm useless (because Iâm disabled) spiral while crying on the floor#I then tried to relocate my kneecap since I was already on the floor and I did it? like successfully? itâs fine now#I then decided to do my homework but that I wanted to do it in the lounge because I was in flight mode so the lounge was somewhere less#enclosed and did my homework there then talked to my friends about starkid#Iâm so tired and overwhelmed
1 note
·
View note
Text
spent all morning going back & forth on whether i should just try to work today or take a sick day. finally at 8:50 i sent the message to my supervisor and he said it was fine. so i submitted my leave request on the hr website and by 9 i was back in bed. i donât have slack on my phone so of course itâs a little worrying to just not have my computer on during the workday, but i did receive confirmation that it was ok to not be in, so it was fine. 9:40 i decide to check my phone, and i see that i have an email from github at 9:18. iâve been removed from the company github organization
#ITS PROBABLY FINE i logged in to my computer again & the only notif i have is my formal sick leave request being approved#so no i donât think iâve been FIRED#itâs just. extremely funny timing#spending an hour âtelling yourself âjust say youâre sick & canât work today whatâs the worst that could possibly happenâ#and finally doing it and it seems fine#then going back to bed. & then rolling over after a while to check your phone and boom. youâre kicked out#post tag
0 notes
Text
as sick as it sounds, i loved you first. 1
LN x fem!leclerc reader
part 1 of 2 -> find part two linked HERE!
in which you just canât help yourself and neither can landoâŠ
IâM BACK BITCHES!!!! hi sorry itâs been a while but we are back with what i hope is a bang lol. iâve missed writing so much and as stressful as this was, iâm so so glad to be uploading something! i worked hard on this one and, of course, now i hate it whoops, but my girlie @lavenderlando made this possible and worth it. thatâs my hype woman fr fr. N E WAY enjoy! lemme know what you think, and use some imagination for the timelineâŠ
songs to set the vibe: i love you, iâm sorry by gracie abrams, 2hands by tate mcrae, love in the dark by adele, illicit affairs by taylor swift, think twice by suki waterhouse
warnings: 18+!! minors GO AWAY! smut, angst, fluff, kinda enemies to lovers? kinda? r is charles sister oop, miscommunication, both of them are down bad for eachother but they are also extremely dumb! breeding kink, size kink, pain kink (if u squint), unprotected p in v (donât be silly!),
part 1: 10.3k words
1. oncoming trafficÂ
âhey, osc, whoâs that girl hanging around leclerc? thought he was still with alex.â lando tries his best to sound nonchalant, but oscar can see through him like a freshly buffed window, the way lando clears his throat and nervously ruffles his unruly hair.Â
âmate, i know youâre not the sharpest but i didnât think you were that slow.â oscar laughs, side-eyeing the brit. he was baffled that lando was even asking. lando just shoots him a glare. âwait, you really donât know?â landoâs glare hardens further, his eyes demanding an answer and oscar just laughs. âthatâs his sister, you idiot. how have you never seen her?âÂ
lando didnât know how heâd never seen her. this year had been nonstop, what with the pseudo-championship battle and the never ending media shitstorm that rained on him whenever he reared his head. heâd also learned in his years of racing never to look too closely at the women in another drivers entourage. thatâs how you ended up in the wall during a race. but charlesâ sister? how had he never noticed?Â
âmaybe i should go and introduce myself.â lando trailed off thoughtfully, his voice remaining playful. oscar snorted beside him, adjusting his racesuit.Â
âooh, yeah, send twitter into a frenzy. itâs been boring lately.â the aussie driver drawls sarcastically, successfully dodging landoâs rapidly approaching elbow to his ribs.Â
âglad to know that you take pleasure in my never ending public humiliation!â lando grins maniacally, sauntering out of the garage, no longer any intention of seeking out the pretty girl in the short, black skirt. it was for the best.Â
heâs passing through the pit box, immersed in a groupchat thread with max and p about a trip to portugal that he didnât really want to go on, and bam! like the idiot oscar had just accused him of being, he slams blindly into oncoming traffic.Â
oncoming traffic: the pretty girl in the short, black skirt.
âare you incapable of looking where youâre going?â your accent comes out thick, low with rage. it tickles his brain, like heâs heard it before. lando opens his mouth, like a fish out of water, closes it again pathetically. âseriously, for a pilot you have abysmal spacial awareness!âÂ
âsorry⊠what the fuck.â lando mutters. why is this woman shouting at him like she knows him? like he regularly barrels into her?Â
âlando, yes?â youâve calmed down a bit now, but you still speak through gritted teeth.Â
ââŠyes?â he replies like heâs not so sure.Â
âlearn to look where youâre going.â you wrinkle your nose, composing yourself before stepping around him and strutting down the pitlane as if nothing had happened.Â
lando stands there, fixed in place, watching her walk away in utter confusion.Â
âsmooth!â oscar calls from inside the garage, flanked by several laughing mechanics.Â
âgo fuck yourself!â landoâs flushed red, now, and beelineâs for the pit wall.Â
heâs out of earshot when oscar says it.Â
âthink he just met his wife, boys.âÂ
-
lando is staring at the data on the screen when it hits him, willâs voice somewhere far away all of the sudden.Â
the mysterious leclerc had every right to reprimand him, because she was right. he did need to learn how to look where heâs going.Â
sheâd told him that already, during their actual first meeting.Â
-
2. the first collisionÂ
the music was too loud, suffocating him along with the overbearing smell of cheap perfume, but the alcohol in his system and the outpouring of validation kept lando going.Â
three time race winner, lando norris.Â
five years of clawing back points and grabbing at podiums with two impatient hands had built up to this, to the incomparable glory of gracing that prestigious top step, and lando wasnât about to let go of this moment just because of a pressing headache. max and pietra were waiting for him in a booth, surrounded by the rest of landoâs touring entourage. he was wracking up quite the tab, but it was all worth it. every slap on the back, seductive grin sent his way, made it worth it.Â
heâs stumbling over his feet, wasted, or close to it, grinning lazily, peering through hooded eyes. the vodka cranberry in his hand is sloshing dangerously around in the glass, his careless movements propelling him towards disaster.Â
lando hears the splatter of liquid, first, the scoff of disgust immediately after. long hair whips against his face as she turns, eyes wide with fury, set into a face that was never meant to look angry. he can smell vanilla, flowers. sheâs an angel, turned devilish under the strobe lights, her delicate face morphing when he takes in the sight of him.Â
âare you fucking serious? mon dieu!â her accent twists his tummy, as does the increasingly see-through material of her tight white dress, layers of chiffon turning transparent with the stark red liquid. itâs all over her back, running slowly down the length of her exposed thighs, sticky. lando stands there, utterly transfixed and useless. she looks like she might slap him; he kind of wants her to. âof course, just stand there. fucking pilots.âÂ
she mutters the last part and lando gulps. what does she know about other drivers? the implication makes his skin crawl for no reason, the idea of this nameless, mystery woman being familiar with his co-workers. heâs flushed with embarrassment for a multitude of reasons, opening his mouth just to close it again.Â
ââm sorry!â he finally calls out to her, over the music. can the dj turn that shit down? âcan i buy you a drink?â she just glares at him, gesturing at her ruined dress. âor⊠a new dress?â lando tries again, flashing what he hopes are puppy dog eyes.Â
he wants to take her back to his hotel room, lick the sweet liquid off of her frame, lap at her til sheâs clean and crying. he wants to peel the stained white material off, tear it a little - itâs already ruined anyway! he canât, though, because sheâs wrinkling her nose at him, eyebrow raised, judging, and heâs awash with embarrassment all over again. the club spins and he feels nauseous. he finds maxâs eyes on him, his friend stifling laughter at the tragic scene.Â
sheâs gone when he looks back, seems to have disappeared into a cloud of distinctly expensive perfume, and her friends are curling their lips up at him, dismissive. they donât care who he is. he wonders if theyâre redbull fans, ferrari fans, perhaps.Â
heâs met with hoots of laughter as he slumps into the booth. he grabs a shot without a thought, doesnât even register what liquor it is as it slides down his thick throat.Â
âcanât believe you just did that. only you would spill a drink all over leclercâs sister.â max teases, elbowing him playfully.Â
âwha- he has a sister?â lando slurs, spluttering.Â
he doesnât remember much after that.Â
youruser just posted on instagram:
tagged: francisca.cgomes, alexandrasaintmleux, charles_leclerc
liked by francisca.cgomes, alexandrasaintmleux, charles_leclerc and others.
youruser: shoutout to the guy that spilled his drink all over me!
francisca.cgomes: so beautiful so slay i miss u already
alexandrasaintmleux: love you!!!
charles_leclerc: delete this đ€Šââïž
and other comments.
-
3. the watchful eyes of the big, black horseÂ
your arm is linked with kikaâs, giggling with her as you walk through the paddock.Â
âwhat about him?â kika whispers, pointing her chin towards one of the passing alpine mechanics. heâs blonde, pale, eyes dark. âpierre said he heard that heâs good with the ladies.â she wiggles her eyebrows and your cheeks heat up, swatting her playfully.Â
âi am not about to get a reputation for sleeping my way through the paddock.â you scoff. âplus, heâs not my type.â you shrug.Â
âyou need to start putting yourself out there more, you keep saying you want someone.â the portuguese girl reasons. you nod sheepishly.Â
âi donât wanna look for something, i want it to find me. is that pathetic? i just see how you are with pierre, how alex is with charles, and thatâs what i want. something⊠real.â you sigh. kika sees the way your eyes gloss over with sadness.Â
âitâs never as easy and as perfect as it looks, babe, trust me. and anyway, maybe just focus on⊠the thing you were telling me about.â kika lowers her voice, giving you the look.
âshut up!â you squeal. âgod, i am not discussing that here!âÂ
âdiscussing what?â you hear pierre before you see him, hot with embarrassment. youâve know him since before you could even walk, which is why you have no problem voicing your deepest, darkest shame.Â
âhow iâm not getting laid, apparently!â you drawl sarcastically, slapping your hand over your forehead.Â
a poorly concealed laugh that you donât recognise has you whipping around, eyes wide with bewilderment. itâs hearty, smooth, surprisingly warming. you practically growl when your eyes land on the source of the noise, standing next to pierre who looks embarrassed for you, his lips pressed thinly together to prevent himself from cackling.Â
âwhy is he here?â you grit your teeth, squeezing your eyes so tightly shut that you feel a pang in your temples.Â
âas polite as ever.â lando smirks. you open
your eyes just in time to catch him eyeing up the skin of your thighs that your skirt doesnât quite cover. is he checking you out?Â
âsays the drink spiller.â you bite back, rolling your eyes.Â
âhey, i tried to pay for the damage.â lando looks utterly amused, pink lips still twisted into a punch-worthy smirk.Â
âso, youâve met lando, then.â pierre grins, staring between you both. you donât register the way heâs trading looks with kika, watching whatever this scene is unfold.Â
âunfortunately!â you smile tightly at the racing drivers.Â
âpretty sure you walked into me that second time. distracting me in the workplace, or something.â lando chimes in, enjoying this all a bit too much.Â
âif you did a better job at looking where youâre going-âÂ
âokay, so this has been delightful!â pierre buts in, knowing that you have the shortest temper of all the leclerc offspring. âyou,â he points at you. âget laid. you,â he points at lando. âdonât piss her off, you wonât like the result.â
kika can only send you a sympathetic smile, and remind you of the coffee date you have scheduled for tomorrow morning, as sheâs dragged away from your place of social suicide. pierre winks, tilts his head far too pointedly for your liking towards lando. you fantasise, in that moment, of clawing his eyes out.Â
âi am sorry, for the record.â lando smiles at you, genuine and gleaming. something inside of you twists.Â
âfor which time?â youâre just teasing now, but he doesnât need to know that.Â
âyou have quite the attitude on you. that why youâre not getting any?â
youâre about to rip his head off and give max an even easier ride towards the championship, but lando steps forward. you can smell old spice, tangy and alluring and masculine.Â
âhow fucking dare you-âÂ
âbecause most men donât know what to do with a woman like you. donât know how to treat them right.â heâs so confident when he says it, leaning towards you in a way you can only describe as enticingly.Â
âoh, and you do?â you scoff, arms crossed. you must remain combative, or else youâll give in. is this rock bottom?
âiâm free tonight if you wanna find out.âÂ
âiâll be far too busy doing literally anything else.â you can only pray he hasnât caught the tremble in your voice, the ever so slight quiver of you bottom lip. you chew it into your mouth to stop yourself.Â
âbut not anyone else.â lando doesnât pose it as a question. it seems that heâs got you all figured out.Â
âwhatever helps you and your hand sleep well tonight.â you spit. thereâs heat between you, sparking into a flame that could burn down your whole life. you feel eyes burning into the back of your head - green ones that match yours. you falter. âiâm done here, lando. have a fantastic evening.âÂ
he takes another liberty, leaning in even closer. spearmint and the idea of a million bad choices flood your every pore. you can feel the big, black horse watching over you, now, set into bright yellow, adorned with ferrari red. looming, warning, turning you in.Â
âyou know, something tells me i will.âÂ
lando disappears first, not even giving you a chance you spin on your heel and storm off. you want to kill him, hurt him, sink your teeth into that bronzed, thick throat, claw into his back, down, down, down⊠until youâre on your knees and-Â
âwhy were you talking to lando?â charlesâ voice cuts through your filthy thoughts and you sign yourself over to god immediately, purifying yourself as you banish the visions of delicious sin. after all, youâre standing in the presence of il predestinato, the prince of monaco, a saint to many. but to you, heâs just your brother. your big brother, always in the way, always meddling, always, always watching. you sigh.Â
âfriendly conversation.â you quip, short. you love him dearly, would take bullets for him, but, god, he keeps you on a leash. leoâs has more give than the conceptual tether charles has to you, keeping you close, boyfriendless, out of âtroubleâ. you know why, and deep down, youâre beyond grateful, all things considered. you canât admit that, though.Â
âthatâs not how pierre described it to me.â charles raises an eyebrow, voice bitter despite the clear attempt heâs made to try and hide it.Â
âfucking pierre.â you grunt. âitâs nothing, he came over with pierre. i was with kika. first time iâve ever even had a conversation with lando.â that didnât result from a drink being spilt over you to the point of transparency. you leave that bit out - charles really doesnât need to know that.Â
charles mulls over your words, eyeing you suspiciously. you want to stomp your heeled foot like a child, a brat, scream and shout and kick and wail that he has to back the fuck off eventually, but you just smile innocently and pray he believes you.Â
âokay,â he mutters, making his peace. âi donât want you getting too⊠familiar with him. bad reputation. he used to be quite sweet until his last breakup and now he will fuck anything with a pulse.â you wrinkle your nose at your brothers crude words, feeling the need to jump in and object. but why? you donât know lando, you donât care about lando. you press your lips into a thin, painful line. âyou should go back to the hotel with alex. looks like iâll be here late.â he rolls his eyes, you know how it is.Â
âsure, good luck.â you offer, smothering the rage that pools in your belly. let me fucking live, you think. just because heâd had to swoop in and save you from yourself once before, didnât mean that you could live like this forever.Â
he has lit a spark under you, one that spreads like a wildfire towards the flame that lando ignited minutes before. if only your brother knew how to keep his big mouth shut, you wouldnât be spurred on to bad behaviour.Â
if only lando hadnât spilled that drink over you, maybe you wouldnât be opening his instagram profile and sending a message request.Â
a place. your room number. a time.Â
you only wish youâd gotten to see the devilish grin on his face when he received it.Â
lando canât want you for the reasons that other guys do. your status as charles leclercâs little sister, and the gateway to your brother that you provided, meant nothing to the brit. thatâs why youâd let him have you; he wouldnât try to take more than you wanted to give.Â
-
4. generousÂ
the knocks are soft against the door, yet they manage to have every hair on your body standing to attention. youâre quick to let him in, itching to get him inside and away from prying eyes. this is clandestine, secret, could even feel somewhat sacred once itâs over, and the last possible thing you could ever need is for another soul to know what you intend to do with lando, what you intend to let him do to you.Â
âhey.âÂ
âhi.âÂ
you stare at each other.Â
he steps forward. you donât move away. he takes it as an invitation to close the space entirely, so close that, there it is again: oldspice, except this time itâs mixed with something fresh, shower gel you guess, sea salt. his curls are crisper than they were a few hours ago, still damp from the shower he must have just taken.Â
âwhat changed your mind?â he asks.Â
âi was feeling generous.â you deadpan. he bites back a laugh.Â
âgenerous, huh?â
âvery.âÂ
âconsidering your alleged dry spell, iâd say iâm the generous one, no?â his voiced is edged with something dark, dropped a few octaves. you could absolutely squirm under his gaze, but you hold strong.Â
âyou know where the door is if thatâs how youâre gonna be.â you coo, mocking his seductive undercurrent. all he does is flash his teeth, grinning cheekily, his way of accepting your challenge, your attitude.Â
âi think you want me to stay, honey.âÂ
honey. you fear it works on you. the gap closes even further, you fear itâs your doing.Â
âyouâre only getting this opportunity because i invited you here.â your resolve is slipping. youâve admitted that you want him in your pathetic bid to hold the power, when the truth is, you want him to pounce on you, strip away every layer and barrier and make you see stars, feel euphoric.Â
âokay, honey, whatever you say.â he chuckles, cruel and taunting. âso, how dry of a spell has it been? wanna know what iâm working with.âÂ
lando touches you then, lightning shooting down your arm as he traces from your elbow down to your fingers, featherlight, barely there, a ghost of a touch that haunts you so deliciously. your fingers intertwine. you initiate it, but really, itâs his fault. this is all his fault.
you try and laugh, but it sounds broken, quivering itâs way out from your dry throat.Â
âdry.â
he just stares at you, expectant. he needs to hear more, needs to know. he craves details about you, has ever since you body slammed him outside his garage - leading to some very covert instagram stalking on his behalf and his oh so convenient way of worming his way into a conversation with pierre when lando could see that the other driver was on his way over towards you. itâs pathetic, maybe, but he craves you the way one craves nicotine forever after just one puff of a cigarette. he has you, just for tonight, maybe longer if he gets this right, so he will know everything he needs to know so that he can touch you just how you need.Â
âiâve only⊠itâs been a while.âÂ
he sees right through you.Â
âyouâve only what?â he presses. he needs to know.
âiâve only done this once.â you whisper. itâs the meekest heâs seen you. he loathes it.Â
âand was it good?â lando murmurs so attentively that you want to cry.Â
your fourth interaction with this man, and he has you melting.Â
ânot really.âÂ
âdo you trust me?â his nose is bumping yours. youâre locked in, twitching. he has both hands on you, now, one still laced with yours, the other trailing up your arm, tempted to brush his fingertips against the taut skin of your neck.Â
how the fuck can i trust you? i donât know you! what the fuck are we doing? what the fuck am i doing?
thatâs not what you say, though, because for some reason, you are so sickeningly comfortable and okay that you worry that something is wrong with you.Â
âyes.â
âthen this time will be so, so much better. iâll make it all better.âÂ
when his lips meet yours, youâre surprised at how good it immediately feels. you donât know what you were expecting, but his lips are plush, enveloping yours softly, but firm enough that you sink into him, allowing him to cement that grip on the side of your neck that heâd been taunting you with.Â
he kisses you like heâs sure of everything, like this is second nature and youâve done it a thousand times. you want to kiss him a thousand times. why itâs so good, youâre not sure, but it gives you the confidence to lean into him, grab the bottom of his hoodie in your hands and tug.Â
âbe patient, ân iâll make you feel so good, honey, i promise.â he mouths down your cheek, nipping at your jaw, down your neck until he finds that special spot below your ear. he nibbles there, lapping his tongue over your sensitive skin like he already knows your body. you want to see just how familiar with you he can get. âbut,â he punctuates the word with a sharp bite. you both dread and revel in the mark it will leave. âyou have to behave for me, okay?âÂ
his words are whispered against the shell of your ear and you shiver, eyes rolled back already. you wonder if heâll get them to do a full three-sixty rotation in your skull.Â
ââkay.â you breathe, mindless, floating away. itâs already better than last time.
ââkayâ?â he mocks. âno, honey, you gotta promise me. can you promise me?âÂ
âpromise.â you lock eyes, conveying your obedience. his eyes blow wide, pupils dilating to shove away the mysterious bluey green. his teeth grit. he knows heâs hit the jackpot.Â
âgood girl.âÂ
youâre stripped naked, mustering all of your energy to shove his clothes off, his hoodie flying away, his sweats kicked into a faraway dark corner. youâre left naked, him in some increasingly tight boxers, and you tumble into the freshly made bed. he slinks over you, crawling on his hands and knees, predator stalking prey.Â
he stains your inner thighs purple, tugging your legs over his shoulder, huge hands warm and rough as they manoeuvre your malleable body to his liking. lando presses kisses to every inch of skin, dragging his tongue over your bare flesh before he spreads you open, sucking and tasting and savouring. he moans into you, open and wet, and it ricochets off of every nerve ending, sending your body taut and arched, catlike. youâre trying to get away, whilst simultaneously grinding yourself closed to him, feeling that broad, sharp nose of his bump messily and firmly against your clit, an ache spreading through your pelvis that makes you shake and shake and whine his name out to the gods.Â
âtaste like heaven.â landoâs words are simple, straightforward, make you bite your lip so hard you taste something metallic seeping over your tongue. âso tight, even around my tongue,â he slurs, drunk, lost. âgotta stretch you out for me. that okay, honey?â you can just about make it all out, and you nod furiously, pleading.Â
his teeth graze your clit.Â
âsay please.âÂ
âputain! please!â you kick your feet out when all he does is laugh into your wet flesh.Â
one finger grazes through your folds, parting them and collecting a mess of your slick. he looks transfixed as it drips down his finger.Â
honey.
you watch him watch how he opens you up, revelling in the utter fascination painting his features, pussy drunk and curious, transfixed.Â
âcanât believe youâve never been fucked right.â he coos, breathless, genuinely shocked. you quake under his skilful hands and his awful, sinful, dirty mouth.Â
âmore.â you plead, not ashamed by your crude begging. youâre a mess for him already, might as well get the full experience.Â
âthink you can take another?âÂ
a second finger slides in, rocking against your walls, testing the waters. you writhe, meeting his movements with shallow thrusts of your hips.Â
âfaster, i need- mon dieu! anything, lando, please just-â he really goes to town then, scissoring your dripping cunt open, curling and twisting and grinding the two digits so deep that you see white, hazy chocolate coloured curls and deep, glazed over eyes.Â
âthatâs it, honey, there you go. so fucking pretty for me.â lando whispers the last bit, awestruck, and youâd take the time to wonder why if you werenât on the verge of tears, overstimulated, ears ringing. your orgasm crashes over you like a surge of electricity, tearing through your body like itâs trying to escape and take cover. itâs so strong that youâre damp everywhere, sweating and crying and so fucking shocked that it can feel like this.Â
âlando.â you pant, mouth dry, voice hoarse. Â
âyou did so good. was it okay?â he rubs small circles into your hips, eyes flitting between your own and where youâre still leaking for him. he manages to tear his eyes away, like a trance has broken, snaking up your body until heâs laying next to you, propped up on his elbow. he hovers over you, raking his eyes over the rising and falling lines of your body.Â
âpretty good, i guess. didnât know you had it in you.â you tease, smirking lazily up at him.Â
you want to keep staring at him but your vision is blurring as your eyes begin to droop. what a long day itâs been.Â
âhigh praise coming from you.â lando reasons, laughing lightly. he strokes over your hipbone and you jolt, curling around onto your side. his skin is warm against yours, soft and smooth, and you dare you press your even closer, shy, as if he wasnât just buried mercilessly between your legs. you hum in response, spent and languid. âyou wanna get some sleep?â he asks.Â
âwe didnât⊠i mean, you didnâtâŠâ you trail off, awkward, gesturing towards his middle.Â
lando just smiles.Â
âguess iâll just have to come find you in monaco.âÂ
you flush, cheeks burning as you consider the fact that youâre gonna be in the same country, a very small, very private city. who knows what could happen?Â
you fall asleep quickly, easily, far too comfortable next to the british driver. if you were to ask, heâd say he left immediately. he watches the way you breathe far too intently, ever so slowly pulling his clothes back on. he doesnât know how long passes, but what he does know is that he canât wait to have you like this again.Â
-
5. some guyÂ
you sink into the oversized armchair, sitting back and letting kika and alex talk, nattering backwards and forwards about nothing in particular. or, maybe youâre just zoned the fuck out.Â
you canât stop thinking about the way he touched you, your body littered with evidence, dark purple bruises turning a stale green between you thighs. when you woke up, you initially wondered if it was all a dream, but the dull, sweet ache thrumming through your bones told you just how real it really was. you went through the motions, embarrassed momentarily before deciding to just embrace it, try to bask in the way heâd made you feel: sexy and desirable and electric.Â
it was just a shame that it had to be him. thatâs what you kept telling yourself, at least.Â
kikaâs nodding along to a story alex is telling about leo, about to respond with a similar anecdote about simba but she gasps instead, almost spilling her americano all over herself. this gets your attention and you open your mouth to ask her is sheâs okay, but she beats you to it.Â
âmy god, what is that?â she chokes, staring at you. or, well, your neck.Â
you flush, heated, blood pooling in your cheeks.Â
youâd tried to cover it up, seriously, applying layer after layer of concealer and strategically placing your hair in such a way that you prayed it wouldnât be noticeable, but nonetheless, there it is, clear as day. red raw skin tinged purple around the seams, branded into your neck like some kind of public humiliation ritual.Â
fuck you, lando fucking norris!
you avert eye contact, leaning away from alex who is now making a point of leaning in, going as far as to push your hair back so she can get a closer look.Â
âoh my gosh!â she squeals, giggling with kika.Â
you take a long, slow gulp of coffee, not caring that it burns your tongue.Â
âwho was it? holy shit, was it lando?â kika whisper shouts and you officially drop dead on the spot, watching her connect the dots so easily.Â
âoh jesus, no! no!â you lie, feigning offence, your leg bouncing shamefully under the table. the two girls eye you suspiciously, but you assume youâve played it off well.Â
âwho, then?â alex asks. you wonder if kika has told her about yesterdays interaction.Â
âjust- i donât even know, some guy.â you huff, playing with a loose thread hanging from your jumper.Â
âsome guy? after what you were saying yesterday? okay, babe.â kika teases sarcastically. âno, cmon, who?â she pouts, leaning in as well.Â
âjust⊠someone.â you squeak, unable to look up at them.Â
âokay, well, we will find out eventually.â alex wiggles her eyebrows and you stick your tongue out, mock-glaring at your sister in law.Â
âno, the fuck you wonât.â you try and fake some confidence, scrapping for a mere shred of control.Â
yes, the fuck they will, because when you leave for the bathroom, you leave your phone unlocked like the utter fool you are. god has it out for you, you figure, because thatâs when he chooses to strike.Â
the message lando sends you is short and sweet, and alex chokes on a piece of cake when kika starts gesturing wildly at the notification that pops up on your screen.Â
for when youâre lonely at home and canât find anyone to fuck you right.
attached is his address.Â
they donât breathe a word when you come back, but they share a knowing smirk when they catch you smiling at your phone, and again when you ask if either of them have anything with a higher neckline that you can wear for the race.Â
youruser has just posted on instagram:
tagged: francisca.cgomes, alexandrasaintmleux
liked by: francisca.cgomes, alexandrasaintmleux, landonorris and others
youruser: race day, big slay
user1: LEO!!!
alexandrasaintmleux: prettiest girl in the world
user45: lando what are you doing here đ€
6.    manners
âare you even listening to me right now?â charles scoffs, finishing off his drink out of annoyance. your eyes snap back to him, the thumping music vibrating through your body.Â
âsorry, just tipsy.â you purse your lips, attempting to lock back in on whatever heâs saying, but itâs hard. itâs hard, because sprawled out in a booth across from where you stand at the bar, lando is watching your every move.Â
youâve managed to avoid him thus far, no contact since youâd liked the DM heâd sent you a few weeks back. youâd be lying through your teeth if you said you didnât think of him and what youâd done at literally every waking moment, so the way heâs watching you, hooded eyes sparkling under the strobe lights, has you squirming. it was easier to tell yourself that, surely, it wasnât that good when he wasnât right in front of you in a half unbuttoned shirt. the navy blue fabric is wrapped around his body deliciously, taut where his muscles are, the colour popping against his tanned skin - which you can practically feel writhing against yours.Â
you wish charles would go away so you could crawl into that booth and commit public indecency.Â
speak of the devil, your brother seems to have clocked that you have zero interest in what he has to say so he huffs, ordering another round for the table and telling you heâs going to find alex. he shuffles away and you subtly search for the british drivers mindful eyes, but heâs disappeared, left his entourage in the booth. you swallow disappointment that makes you feel pathetic, head in your hands against the bar top, but the lightest brush of fingers against your waist drags you out of your spiral. you know immediately.Â
âdid you dress like that for me, or are you just a slut?â heâs grinning, light and teasing, surprisingly sober, tipsy at most, just like you.Â
âi could ask you the same.â you smirk, blatantly eyeing his exposed chest. he shrugs, leaning in.Â
âmight have left an extra button undone just for you.â lando winks and you hope the lights hide the way you flush.Â
âsure you did, just for me and every other girl in here.â you challenge. his eyebrows furrow.Â
ânope. just for you.â his eyes darken, just a tad but enough that you notice. your mouth runs dry. âyou never replied to me.âÂ
ânot true, i liked the message.â you smile coyly, sipping your drink. your lipstick smears against the rim of the glass and you watch him stare at the print, tongue wetting his lips.Â
âyou are something else.â he shakes his head, pushing his curls back. it could be frustration, but he still seems at ease, like heâs enjoying your combative nature. you smile into the glass, hoping he doesnât notice. he does. âhow much have you had to drink?âÂ
âthis is my second.âÂ
âyou sober enough for me to take you home?â landoâs face is mere inches away from yours now, and you can feel the pull, desperate to crawl into the space that still remains and lose yourself there.Â
âdepends.âÂ
âon?â you truly exasperate him, but he thinks he loves it.Â
âif youâre actually gonna fuck me this time.â you casually take another sip, playing it off as if your crude words had no impact on you.Â
landoâs eyes widen at your bluntness, and so does his grin.Â
âmeet me by the valet.âÂ
lando leaves, and you quickly follow, downing the remnants of your glass and touching up your lipgloss.Â
-
alex watches from her booth, and pulls out her phone.Â
to: kika gomesÂ
oh, sheâs deeeeefinitely sleeping with lando!!! Â
-
pietra leans towards her boyfriend, close enough that he can hear her over the noise.Â
âisnât that charlesâ sister?â she shouts, pointing to the bar, where lando is stood.Â
max analyses the way heâs stood, leant against the bar, nice and close to the ferrari drivers little sister. he knows that look on landoâs face, and he knows it far too well. max pinches the bridge of his nose.Â
âoh for fuck sake.âÂ
-
itâs weird, sitting with him in silence. heâs only had half a drink, able to drive back through the winding hills to his apartment. you stare out the window, mostly, when you arenât staring blatantly and curiously at lando. you can see the sea, glistening under the moonlight and you wish you could focus on that instead, but heâs there, and you have to admit - begrudgingly, albeit - that heâs stunning. his hands wrap around the wheel tauntingly, as if heâs trying to convey how heâll touch you, all consumingly. your thighs press together, your fingers clasping together as if youâre subconsciously stopping yourself from reaching out for him prematurely.Â
as if he can hear your thoughts, his palm smoothes over the skin of your bare thigh, right where your dress has ridden up, without a second thought, nothing tentative about the way his digits curve around your skin.Â
âso, youâve been thinking about that night, then?â he breaks the silence, glancing over at you.Â
âwhat makes you say that?â you whisper, not even meaning to but the silence had been so heavy.Â
âwell, you only left with me on the condition iâd bend you over.â he laughs loud, whole and warm. you fight it, just for a second, but then you join in, giving in to him. you canât help it, he makes it easy.Â
âyou got me.â you concede, rolling your eyes. without realising it, youâve relaxed completely into his touch.Â
he pulls off of the road and into a private garage. you breath hitches.
-
âdo you want a drink orâŠ?â lando gestures blindly towards his kitchen, walking further into the apartment.Â
heâd spent the elevator ride up to his place leant against the opposite wall, taunting, making you wait. heâd let himself look at you, totally unabashedly, raking his eyes over your frame, meekly tucked into the corner, shy under his intense gaze but frustrated by his lack of urgency.Â
âiâm good. didnât come here for a tea party.â you hope your words push his buttons. they must, because he turns on his heel, facing you again, suddenly towering over you.Â
his eyes are steel, face serious, and you donât know what to do. youâve never seen him look at you like this.Â
âi think we need to work on your manners.â he speaks condescendingly, down at you, and if you werenât so needy, hadnât been waiting weeks, youâd turn around and leave just to really prove his point. but you stay planted, looking up at him through mascara coated lashes, softening you gaze until youâre sure youâre conveying faux innocence.Â
âmaybe we can work on them in your bedroom.â you truly donât know where you get this confidence from, heâs the second man to have ever touched you so intimately, but heâs magnetic, drawing you out of your own head and straight towards him.Â
he tugs you towards him, kissing you messily, right there in the dim light of his kitchen, pawing at your waist hungrily. his tongue brushes your and you moan, humming into his mouth at the faint taste of mint and vodka, long gone but you can taste everything. his thick fingers find your ass, hoisting you up until you have no option but to wrap your legs around him, your dress scratching at your thighs the higher it rides up, but all it does it turn you on more, rough sensations on sensitive skin.Â
lando walks you blindly to his bedroom, never breaking the kiss, and you wonder how many times heâs done this to get it down to muscle memory. the thought makes you nauseous, drags you mercilessly right back into your head, and you pull away, your lips barely brushing his.Â
âwhy me?â you breathe, panting into the shallow space where your mouths have parted.
âwhat?â he whispers, confused.Â
âwhy do you want to do this with me?â you have to check, past insecurities rising to the surface like bile in the back of your throat. he looks genuinely baffled and you feel foolish for ruining the moment.Â
âwhy wouldnât i? youâre gorgeous and-â he cuts himself off, his eyes glazing over. the demeanour slips and youâre stuck, his arms still tight around you, holding you close in the empty space at the foot of his bed.Â
âwhat?â you whisper.Â
âyouâre part of the same life.â the way he looks at you says words that he canât.Â
words that will sound too shallow and too selfish and too meaningless, even though you will understand them because youâre here for similar reasons, and therefore, they will mean too much.Â
you canât take things from him. you canât fake it. you canât break him into a million pieces when he finally discovers that you want him because of what he can give you.
you nod once, firm. Â
âi get it.â you smile sadly. lando wants to know more. he can find out some other time. a moment of clarity passes between you. âkiss me, again?â you ask. he delivers immediately.Â
kisses you all the way onto the bed. kisses you while he helps you take off your heels, while he drags the zipper of your dress down. you both feel safe now, understood, and that really moves things along.Â
âso pretty.â he mutters into your skin, shedding you of your tight dress.Â
your shaky fingers work over the buttons of his shirt, peeling it off of his broad shoulders, taking in the sight of him all over again. youâre left in your panties, braless already, and he gawks down at you, like heâs seeing everything for the first time. it makes you feel powerful.Â
âcan you hurry up?â you writhe, arching into his touch. he smiles, covering his body with yours and pressing a kiss to your lips. his fingers slide over the curves of your body, finding the band of your underwear and toying with it.Â
âwant me to take them off?â he purrs, trailing his lips down your jaw to just below your ear.Â
ânow.â you beg, eyes fluttering closed as his warm breath pricks at your skin, teeth nibbling. âno marks.â you whine, flashing back to the weeks over knowing looks and attempts at covering the last one up.Â
âwhat were we saying about manners, hm? gonna need to start hearing some âpleasesâ and âthank yousâ, okay, honey?â he bites down again, harder this time, and you squirm underneath him, your soft belly moulding to each dip of his abs.
his fingers dip into your panties, finding your clit amongst your wetness. you just about bite back a moan, but you canât help but roll your hips into his hand, his fingertips gliding easily through your folds.Â
âva te faire foutre.â you mutter, teeth gritting at the pleasure and his words. go fuck yourself.
âiâve lived in monaco long enough to know what that means.â lando whispers, pinching your clit once before plunging a finger inside of you.Â
you hiss, head thrown back, the feeling of him smiling against the hickey bittersweet. and to think, it was almost healed. you canât help but keen into his touch.Â
âmore,â you pant. âplease.â
âyou learn fast.â lando approves, and quickly fulfils your request, adding another finger.Â
they flex inside of you, grinding deeper and deeper until youâre whimpering his name and leaking down his wrist. your arms wrap around him, nails digging in to his smooth back, his ropey muscles tensing under your firm touch. his thumb bumps your clit, over and over, pushing you to the precipice, so close you can taste the impending orgasm on your tongue.Â
âitâs so good, merci, god.â you sound wrecked already, and lando canât wait to see how far he can push, how far apart he can take you. Â
âthat other fucking loser didnât know what he had, jesus, youâre so fucking hot.â he rasps, admiring the rise and fall of your chest, how your breasts bounce with every thrust of his fingers, the way his hand is glistening in the low light of his bedroom. his words are your undoing, the awe in his voice sending sparks shooting through every nerve ending.Â
âlando, âm gonna⊠putain!â the way you switch languages is sexy to him, tells him how scrambled your brain is, and he twitches in his boxers. when you cum, itâs as gorgeous and as enticing as the first time, and he jolts against your hip, desperate to get inside of you finally.Â
âyouâre so beautiful.â he groans, pulling his fingers from your entrance. he stares blindly at the mess youâve made on them, salivating, remembering the way you taste. itâs a no brainer for him, and he licks both digits clean, giving you just a moment to recover.Â
âi need you.â you whisper, your legs still spread, quivering slightly.Â
you pull him in once more, his covered crotch grinding against your slick and you cry out, the friction sending you into overdrive. his teeth dig into your shoulder, the sensation entrapping him, leaving him weak, ready to give you whatever you ask. he pushes his underwear away, and your eyes go wide.Â
âyou can have me,â he grunts, running his hand over himself. âthink you can take it?â he wets his lips and you think you could cum again at the sight of him. sweat slicked, tight curls falling over his eyes, lips licked pink and kiss swollen, hard and heavy in his own hand, body curved over yours possessively. youâre a simple woman, really.Â
âi think i can try.â you want to sound confident, but it comes out as a squeak.Â
he sits back on his knees and brings his free hand to cup your jaw.Â
âiâll go slow with you, honey, okay? you can tell me to stop.â lando promises. âyou sure you want this?âÂ
you nod, pouting up at him.Â
âi want you, i can take it.â you manage through a deep breath.Â
the stretch is brutal, splitting you in half. all you can do is breathe, watching the way he watches you, and thatâs what you hone in on, his pretty eyes watching where heâs filling you up. when he bottoms out, he stops for a second, scanning your face for discomfort.Â
âare you okay?âÂ
âcâmere.â you coo, and he falls back over you, paws at your waist. âmove, lando.â you plead.Â
itâs slow, deep, makes your toes tingle. you can feel each and every drag of him against your walls and it makes you dizzy, a knot twisting and tickling in your belly. your fingers are twisted around him, around his biceps, crumbling a little bit every time he flexes in your grip.Â
âoh, mon dieu.â youâre whimpering, legs wrapping around him like vines, tighter and tighter with every buck of his hips.Â
ââs it feel good, honey? yeah? youâre so fucking tight for me.â lando chokes, licking over the sweat on your collarbone. ââm i making it feel good?â he sounds so cocky, sexy, but thereâs a soft edge around his words. it matters to him, how heâs treating you, this, a certain delicateness hanging around your intertwined bodies like a cloud.Â
âso good, lando, so fucking good.â the words scratch your throat raw, and your teeth sink into your bottom lip.Â
âno, no, lemme hear you, pretty girl. can feel how close you are for me.â you can hear the edge to his voice, can tell the end is near for both of you, the way his words wobble despite his best attempts at hiding it. âneed you to look at me, and i need to hear you.âÂ
you donât even realise until then that your eyes are shut, screwed up tight as the pleasure rolls through your body, flooding each and every one of your senses. you free your lip, and everything pours out, whines, raw slurs of his name.Â
âiâm so close.â he grunts, watching the way your face moves, hanging on to every micro expression, the way you battle to keep all of your attention on him.Â
âfill me up.â you urge, squeezing his hips between your thighs. his eyes widen, the request slowly registering, and he blinks away the voice in his head telling him to do it.Â
âyou know i canât.â heâs firm, sensible even if you arenât.Â
âwant it so bad, lan, please, wanna feel it.â you reason, cupping his face and pushing his curls back.Â
ânot tonight.â
âyes, tonight. give it to me.â
âi said no, donât be a fucking brat.â he hisses, squeezing his eyes shut.Â
âknow you want it.â you whisper, seductive and devious. you can see his resolve slipping, tightening around him.Â
before you can say anything else, your hands are scooped up, pinned above your head. heâs right over you now, your hips perfectly aligned, and heâs driving so deep that you swear you can feel him in your tummy. his thrusts resort to a harsh grind, digging into each other with every snap of his pelvis.Â
âyou want it so bad? huh? fine.â he growls, forehead resting against yours. âwant me to cum in you, fuck it all back in? yeah, honey? you gonna keep it all in for me?â
âwhatever you want.â you promise, eyes rolling back in your head. âjust- please, please do it.â you pant, mouth dry.Â
âthatâs it, pretty girl, take it all for me.â he buries his face in your neck, nipping at your collarbone. âdoing so good.â the words fan against your throat, hushed, leaving you warm from the inside out, brainless.Â
when you spill around him, itâs at the same time as he lets go, and he fucks you through your orgasms. you go limp beneath him, taking it, letting it all wash over you, letting him wash all over you. you feel like you canât breathe, suffocating under the weight of him and the reality of what youâve just done. again. for some reason, you donât care, and decide that youâll do this again and again, anytime heâll have you. not that youâll ever tell him thatâŠÂ
âfuck.â he exhales, rolling off of you carefully, but the overstimulation - and then lack thereof - makes you wince, and he strokes your hip gently in apology.Â
âthat was better than i thought it would be.â you grin, staring blankly up at the ceiling.
âyou know, these are starting to sound kinda backhanded.â he beams, laughing breathlessly, but just as he begins to relax into his bedspread, he remembers. âoh fuck, shit, we need a pharmacy!â lando bolts up so that heâs sitting, scanning the room blindly for his clothes. you giggle and he snaps his head towards you, panicked.Â
âno, lando, we donât.âÂ
âall of that âuh, fill me up, please lando youâre so sexyâ talk means that, yes we absolutely do! fuck, how much is plan b these days?â heâs spiralling now, tugging at his curls.Â
âfirst of all, iâm on birth control. second of all, i donât sound like that, and most importantly, i did not call you sexy.â you smirk, stretching out your tight muscles.Â
âthatâs the most important part? woman, you nearly killed me.â lando gasps, slumping back down into bed.Â
ââm sorry, couldnât resist playing with you a little. good to know we share a kink, though.â your smirk turns into a coy smile, and you swing your shaky legs out of the bed, your feet sinking into the plush rug.Â
âoh, yeah? what other kinks are you hiding from me?â lando sits back against the headboard, tucking his hands behind his bed. you have to look away, or else youâll accidentally fall back into his bed.Â
âguess youâll have to wait and find out.â it makes him quirk an eyebrow, a look of understanding settling over his face.Â
âso this is gonna be a regular thing, yeah?âÂ
youâre putting your underwear back on when he says it, searching for your dress, but his words make you freeze. he sounds hopeful, and it makes your chest pang⊠wait, is that your heart?
âi donât⊠i mean, as you unfortunately know, i havenât done this before. i donât know how this works.â you say it so earnestly, so innocently, that his whole face softens, awestruck and boyish.Â
âi want it to be a regular thing.â he says it gently, like heâs offering it to you, to the universe.Â
âokay. me too.â you whisper back, shy under his gaze.Â
âare you⊠like, do you think youâll be sleeping with other people?â lando squeaks, doing a terrible job of playing it cool.Â
âfor so many reasons, no.â you grimace. âbut if weâre doing this then i wouldnât want to anyway.â you say softly. your dress is back on now, but he has you flustered, and you canât quite get the zipper.Â
âlemme help.â he offers, and heâs out of bed and before you in a matter of seconds. his calloused fingers graze your skin as he pulls the zipper together and up, adjusting your dress back into place. it feels so terrifyingly intimate, exciting, and you canât bring yourself to move away. âi wouldnât want to either.â he breathes the words quietly into the small space between you.Â
âokay.â you donât even try to hide the way you beam, staring up at him.Â
âiâll take you home, yeah?âÂ
âyeah.â
-
7. worth it
and so, begins a clandestine affair, touches in the shadows, subtle glances, watchful eyes.Â
one of you calls, the other comes, sneaking through doors that neither of you should enter, leaving bars a few minutes apart, making up excuses to get out of plans.Â
thereâs the time lando has you bent over the end of your bed, tears leaking into the mattress, slick everywhere. heâs so deep this way, hammering away at the special spot nestled within you that heâs become very familiar with. one of his hands is dragging your hips back to meet his thrusts, the other splayed out across your back, holding you down.Â
your phone rings. itâs alex. you were supposed to be a brunch twenty minutes ago. you groan out, frustrated in every sense of the word.Â
âanswer it, honey.â lando grunts, pulling you towards him even harder. you whimper, shaking your head, words dying on your tongue. âgo on, i know you can do it. wouldnât want alex to worry, would you? let her know youâre okay.â he coos, condescending.Â
heâs so arrogant, full of it, and you like the challenge. you canât let him win, canât let him revel in how fucked out he has you, so against your better judgement, you grab the phone, fingers shaking as you answer.Â
âhi, love. i know, iâm late! âm sorry, iâll be there soon!â you wince at the way your voice shakes. you hope she canât hear the way youâre panting, or the sound of his hips hitting yours.Â
lando slows his hips, hitting deep at such a torturously slow pace that feels a million times better than it already did. your free hand flies back, swatting at him.Â
âwhere the hell are you? i was worried!â alex sounds relieved, but thereâs something else in her tone that you canât quite decipher.Â
âiâm on my way, i promise! i was with arthur.â you lie, throwing your younger brother into the line of fire. you know, for credibility. alex is silent for a moment.Â
âoh, okay. well, get here soon, please! love you!â and with that, she hangs up the phone. you release a breath you were holding, crying out when lando immediately speeds up again.Â
âi hate you.â you choke, grinding your hips into him. lando just scoffs, sliding a hand under your belly, flush against the mattress. he finds your clit, playing with it, urging you quickly towards your release.Â
âno, you donât.â he laughs. âyou better cum for me, pretty girl, i think you have somewhere to be.âÂ
-
âiâm on my way, i promise! i was with arthur.â
alex has to bite back a laugh. she stares across the table, where arthur is having an avid debate with charles and joris. arthur, who had been with her and charles for hours.Â
âoh, okay. well, get here soon, please! love you!â alex hangs up the phone, giggling to herself. leo stirs in her lap.Â
âwhatâs so funny?â charles asks her. she shakes her head.Â
âoh, nothing, she just overslept.âÂ
-
thereâs the time where he has you hiked up on your kitchen counter, messy curls tickling the insides of your thighs. heâs licking at you ravenously, dragging his tongue up and down, twisting around your clit in circles.Â
youâre tugging on his hair, holding him close to where youâre aching, dripping, slicking up the lower half of his face. heâs groaning into you, starved and desperate. itâs been a week since youâve seen him, had him like this, the longest youâve done without him since the first time youâd had sex. its untamed and needy and you fear what it means, the way youâre so addicted to one another.Â
you also havenât seen your brother for a week, something you realise when you hear a key turn in the lock, down the corridor. you have seconds to react, the noise washing over you like a bucket of ice cold water. you squirm, pushing a very confused lando away, managing to kick him lightly in the head as you leap from the counter.Â
âmon dieu! fuck, iâm sorry!â you gasp.Â
âwhat the fuck is going on-â you cut him off, slapping your palm over his mouth.Â
you glance around frantically, looking for a way out of this. there is but one option available.Â
âthe balcony! just- fuck, get out there!â you shoo him over to the small window, begging him with your eyes. âplease! iâll get rid of him!âÂ
you can hear footsteps approaching. youâre sweating now, smoothing down your skirt and your hair anxiously.
charles calls your name, rounding the corner and walking into your kitchen, just as you pull the window closed again.Â
âshit, you scared me!â you fake, clutching your chest. you can feel your heart hammering.Â
âi did knock, sorry!â charles looks you over, scanning the kitchen. âare you okay?âÂ
âyeah, fine, sorry, i must have been out of it. iâm in the middle of an assignment.â you lie.Â
âoh okay, well i can always goâŠâ heâs looking at you weirdly, and you fear he knows something, that he can tell.Â
âcan we get dinner tonight? iâll book.â you offer, scratching your neck.Â
âyeah, thatâs great. are you sure youâre okay?â your brother asks, turning to leave.Â
âpromise, yeah, iâm just so busy with work, deadlines and all that.â you wrinkle you nose, feigning distaste.Â
âwell you can tell me all about it later, okay? love you.â charles says sincerely, smiling.Â
âlove you too.â you call, listening for the sound of the door closing behind him.Â
you immediately rush for the window, throwing it open, peeking your head out. lando stands with his back against the wall, shivering in nothing but a t-shirt. you look at him sheepishly.Â
âget back in here.â you tell him, standing back to give him space to crawl back through. ââm sorry.â you giggle.Â
âyouâre lucky youâre worth it.â lando teases, stalking towards you and wrapping you in his arms. his skin is cold against yours, and you huff, try and push him off. âhey, iâm cold!â he pouts.Â
âyou know, youâre lucky youâre worth it, i could have just let him murder you.â you reason, looking up at him. your hands slide around him, returning his embrace, warm hands skating up under his shirt.Â
âyou wouldnât.â he says simply. âiâm way too good in bed.âÂ
âyou keep telling yourself that, norris.âÂ
âi donât need to, you tell me more than enough.âÂ
lando leans down to kiss you, then, nothing all that unusual but it always feels like a step too far, intimate in a way that you two usually arenât. you kiss him back regardless, because really, you love it. he always tastes minty, divine when you let him lick into your
mouth.Â
âi believe we were in the middle of something.â he whispers.Â
âremind me.â you breathe.Â
-
and thereâs also the time where heâs fucking you in his drivers room, the massage table thudding dully against the wall with every hard thrust.Â
his race suit is pulled down just enough, your dress bunched around your hips, and heâs slamming into you mercilessly.
the whole thing was a blur, really; youâd always vowed that you would never have sex at a race track, but that promise was old news, now, broken the very second you caught the way he was staring at you. his eyes were hard, unreadable, jaw clenched as he glared at the man talking to you. you were just being friendly, catching up with franco, but lando wouldnât have it, not after such a shitty race. one harsh snap of his neck towards the mclaren motorhome had you quickly excusing yourself. you knew what it meant.Â
âyou donât talk to me at the track but you let him?â lando growls, rutting into you wildly. you cling onto the damp material of his racesuit, head thrown back.Â
âwas just saying hello.â you gasp out, opening your eyes to look up at him. heâs staring down at you, angry. itâs hot.
âi donât wanna see you talking to him. you see how he was looking at you? fucker should know who you belong to.â he hisses, sliding his hand between your legs. âyouâre gonna cum for me when i say, okay? and youâre gonna be nice and loud, honey. no holding back.âÂ
âlando iâm-â
âwhen. i. say.â he cuts you off, punctuating each order with a snap of his hips.Â
all you can do is take it, dripping all over him. you can hear it, the wet squelch of him filling you up.Â
âshould mark up this pretty neck, yeah? let everyone know that you already belong to someone.âÂ
you barely register what heâs saying, but the words leave you hot, pushing you even closer to the edge and you clamp down around him.Â
âsqueezing me so tight, bet youâve wanted me all day, huh, honey? saw you looking at me earlier, pretending like you werenât when i caught you. couldnât just asked and i wouldâve fucked you right then.â lando grunts. you wail out, thrashing against the makeshift bed and he nods, letting you know itâs okay.Â
âthatâs right, pretty girl, thatâs it. been so good letting me have you. cum for me, baby.âÂ
baby.
itâs the first time heâs ever called you that. itâs the final push you need.Â
he collapses into you as he finishes, sweaty curls plush against your bare shoulder. youâre both panting, spent, basking in the moment of silence.
âthank you.â he whispers, sealing it with a kiss against your neck. it tingles, a foreign feeling settling in your belly, shooting through your veins.Â
âyou drove really well.â you reply, quiet. his breathing halts, a self deprecating laugh filling the room.Â
âdonât do that.âÂ
âwhat?âÂ
âact like you were watching my race. charles have a great drive, that must have been a lot more interesting.âÂ
âmaybe, but i was watching you.âÂ
your words hit him hard. he canât help but kiss you. you swallow a moan, and a whole heap of feelings that youâre too scared to tackle.Â
âyou better go. will i see you in brazil?âÂ
âyeah, lando. you will.âÂ
youruser just posted on instagram:
tagged: francisca.cgomes
liked by: alexandrasaintmleux, landonorris, charles_leclerc and others
youruser: hola chica đ€
francisa.cgomes: my love my loveeeee
user21: once again i am asking. why are you here lando? đ
user56: stop inventing!
alexandrasaintmleux: my beautiful girlies
user66: icon mother slay incredible
-
PART TWO IS HERE!
taglist
@boysthatgovroomvroom @welld0nebaku @thegirlinthefandoms @mcmuppet @japanesekel @vinvantae @ggaslyp1 @dr3lover @smiithys  @rachstash @infinitebells @fizzpopsnap101 @gaily19 @icecoldtires @mysticalnightenthusiast @thatchickwiththecamera @oyesmendes @disneydaydreameralways @canyouseethesainz @ferrarifwendvale @fcbformulaeri @tony-stank3 @maih23 @soleilgrec @carolineworld @anthonykatebridgerton @allywthsr @iamasimpingh0e @ophcelia @lovelynikol16 @coffeehurricanes @jennx03 @blueflorals @lqvesoph @sidcrosbyspuck @better-dead-than-smeg @buendiabebeta @pjofics @kovalcin @wintergilmore3 @for-writing-shit @youdontknowmeshh @im-an-overthinker @jule239
#lando norris#lando norris smut#lando norris fic#lando norris fluff#lando norris angst#lando norris x reader#lando norris x you#f1 smut#f1 fic#lando norris smau#f1 smau#f1 imagine#f1 oneshot#formula 1 smut#formula 1 oneshot#formula 1 imagine#leclerc!reader#leclerc!sister#f1 driver x you#f1 driver x reader
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
in every lifetime
summary: you lost logan in this universe. logan lost you in his. what happens when you both see each other again, but realize that you're both from different worlds? pairing: logan howlett x fem!reader warnings: post deadpool & wolverine ("worst" logan!variant), angst (mentions of death, loss from both reader and logan), no use of y/n. word count: 2.1k a/n: this is my first logan fic, so if anything is ooc, i'm sorry in advanced! just like everyone else, i've been obsessed with hugh jackman / logan after watching deadpool & wolverine (if it isn't obvious lol)... i had the song 'unchained melody' in mind when writing this story because whenever i hear it, i think of logan for some reason lol (tried to embed it but it didn't work, but i'd highly recommend listening to the song while reading this!) anyway, hope you enjoy! next part.
âIâll be back.â
âBut what ifââ
âI always come back, bub.â Loganâs looking down at you, hand cupping your cheek. In moments like this, you can see the age in his features. The crows feet at the corners of his eyes. The gray in his hair and beard.Â
âLoganâŠâ Tears sting your eyes. You know he has to leave, has to go help Charles, but thereâs a feeling deep in your gut that knows that if he goes, he isn't coming back.Â
âWait for me, then.â He says, dipping down to gently peck your lips. âOkay? Wait for me.âÂ
âLogan,â you repeat. âWhat do I do if Iâ if I lose you?âÂ
Thereâs a feeling in the pit of Loganâs stomach, a sense of dread and fear that heâs only ever felt when you were concerned. This feels a lot like a goodbye⊠That maybe if he does go, he wonât come back. And the thought alone scares him. He never used to have to think about the possibility of dying, his regenerative powers always healing him in record time, but he knows that he doesnât heal as quickly as before. He feels more pain now than he ever had. And he knows heâs sick, knows that the adamantium that once gave him strength is now slowly making him weaker.
But now, the thought of dying⊠It fucking scared him. It scared him to think that heâd leave you here, all alone, grieving him. He had never thought heâd be deserving of someone like you, to be loved and taken care of so gently, so sweetly, so patiently. Even with all of the baggage he carried, you never pushed. He knew, right off the bat, that you deserved someone so much better than him, but you stayed.Â
Through it all, you stayed.Â
And Logan would forever be grateful. After everything heâs been through, the things heâs seen, the things he had to do, the people heâs lost, you gave him a life that was finally worth living.Â
âThen, you move on, darlinâ.â Logan finally answers.Â
âAnd if I canât?âÂ
âYouâll have to.âÂ
âI donât⊠I donât want you to go, but I know that you have to. Charles needs you andââ
âI love you with every fiber of my being, baby,â Logan interjects. âAnd I will love you in every lifetime.âÂ
And that was almost a year ago. The moment he stopped calling, you knew that was it. That he either got into some real trouble or⊠Or that he was no longer here. It wasnât until a young girl named Laura showed up on your doorstep, holding his dog tags that your assumptions were correct.Â
You had fallen to your knees, a sob escaping your lips, as you felt your world come crashing down. Loganâs death had left a gaping hole in your heart, in your life, and everywhere you looked and everywhere you went, all you could see was him.Â
You learned from Laura that during his last moments, he had told her to come and find you, that you would take care of her and give her a good life. Whenever you were around her, you tried to be strong, tried to put on a brave front, but behind closed doors, you were a complete mess. There were days where you didnât want to get out of bed, didnât want to eat; you just wanted the pain to stop. Every night, whenever you closed your eyes, you forced yourself to sleep because that was the only place where you could be with him.Â
In your dreams, he was alive.Â
In your dreams, he had made it back home.
In your dreams, he was here with you, helping raise Laura.Â
And every time you woke up, you were welcomed with the sudden reality that he wasnât alive. He wasnât coming back home. He wasnât ever going to be here with you to help raise Laura.Â
Logan was dead and now, you had to try and learn how to move on.Â
For yourself.
For Laura.
For Logan.Â
â
He didnât know what he was doing here, why he agreed to stay with Wade because it was driving him crazy. This wasnât even his timeline; he wasnât even meant to be here. Despite saving Wadeâs timeline, Logan still found it hard to fit in. He tried to keep Wade and every single one of his friends at an arm's distance because he knows what happens to people he cares about.Â
But the more time he spent around them, the more he felt at ease. Logan would be lying if he said he was waiting for the other shoe to drop, but when Laura mentioned your name at one of Wadeâs family dinners, his heart skipped a beat. When he realized he would be able to stay in this timeline, you were all he could think about.Â
Logan wondered if you existed in this world and what he would do if you did. So, when Laura casually said your name, his head turned around so quickly that he felt dizzy. There were so many things he regretted in his own timeline, but you were his biggest regret.Â
Just like he failed the other X-men, Logan had failed you too. You had been there with the other X-men, trying to warn them of a planned attack and ended up getting caught in the crossfire. You had called out for him, just like Scott, like Charles, like Storm.Â
He managed to get to you before you had taken your last breath, holding you in his arms. Logan begged and begged for you to fight, that heâd do things right from now on as long as you just held on, but you were losing so much blood and Logan couldnât stop it.Â
Even then, when you had every right to be angry with him, you gazed up at him with an understanding look on your face. You had always been so patient and kind, so sweet and considerate. You had made him so happy and it scared him, which ultimately ended in pushing you away because he didnât think he was deserving of it. Of you.Â
âI love you, Logan,â you had said, wincing at the pain.Â
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry, Iâmââ Logan felt a sob catch in his throat, tears stinging his eyes as he looked down at you. âPlease, baby, please please please, donâtââ
âIââ you coughed, eyes fluttering as you felt the pain overcome your entire body. âI will love you in every lifetime, Logan.â And then, you took your last breath, eyes falling shut and body falling limp in his arms.Â
Since then, Logan drank himself day after day, from dawn to dusk. The alcohol never truly helped, his regenerative powers sobering him so fast, but with every swig of liquor, it burned. And he spent years bringing pain unto others, including himself.Â
That was, until he met Wade who had given him a chance, a reason to fight for something⊠To not turn his back on someone who relied on him. A chance for redemption, to finally make things right.Â
âSo, will you meet her?â Laura asks, holding Dogpool in her arms as she gazes up at Logan. âSheâ She used to be with this universeâs Logan andâŠâ
âNo chance, kid.â Logan interrupts, shaking his head. âIâm not him.ïżœïżœïżœÂ
âDid you have someone like her in yours?â she asks. âSheâs always put me first, always made sure I was taken care of even when she didnât have to, when she was grieving. And I thinkââ Laura sighs. âI think if she knows that some version of you is alive, it would make her real happy.â
âIâm not him,â Logan growls, feeling his irritation spike. ââSides, sheâs better off without me.â He stands from the table and walks out into Wadeâs balcony to get some fresh air, shutting the door behind him as he leans against the railing.
âBut sheâs coming tonight,â Laura finally says, long after Loganâs walked away.
Throughout the rest of the dinner, Logan remains outside. He can hear the muffled laughter coming from inside and it only angered him because it was just another confirmation that he didnât belong here. Heâs already on his fourth bottle of beer when he hears a familiar voice, smells a recognizable scent. He turns slightly and catches you stepping into Wadeâs apartment, an arm slinging over Lauraâs shoulders so casually, so maternally.Â
He feels his heart rate pick up. Your smile still lights up a room and he canât help but his lips turning upwards at the sight. With his enhanced hearing, Logan can hear your voice and he shuts his eyes for a moment, tuning all of his attention on you until youâre the only one he hears.Â
Then, he hears your laugh and he lets out a sigh. He never thought heâd be able to hear that again, but his eyes shoot open when he hears you say his name. Thereâs a shocked tone in your voice, laced with sadness and hope. It all but crushes him because he knows that youâre probably expecting someone else, expecting this worldâs Logan and he doesnât want to disappoint you. Not again. He doesnât think heâd be able to handle it if he were to hurt you again.Â
But when he looks at you, his breath catches in his throat when your eyes meet his. Logan notices the surprise look on your face, but before he could try and escape, youâre already walking towards him. When you open the door and step out with him, your scent fills his senses and it makes him dizzy, like he canât fully concentrate.Â
âYouâŠâ he hears you say, voice unsteady. âYouâre not⊠Iâmââ you sigh and shake your head.Â
âI know who you are,â Logan finally says, his own voice shaky.Â
Your hands reach out for him, but stopping halfway when you realize this isnât your Logan. This is not the same man who died all those years ago. This is some version of him â much younger, less wrinkles and gray hairs in his hair and beard, but he still has that same look on his face. The scowl.Â
âFrom Laura?â you ask hesitantly.Â
âFrom my universe,â Logan answers.Â
âThereâ Thereâs a version of me in your universe?âÂ
âThere was.â
âAnd what happened to me?âÂ
Loganâs jaw tightens. âThe same thing that happened to your Logan in this universe.â
âOh.â Your face drops, eyes softening. âIâm sorry,â you whisper.Â
Logan wants to run far from here, far from you because he feels himself yearning for more. He almost forgot how it felt like to be near you, to be inches away that he can just reach out and pull you into his arms. Your eyes captivate him, the kindness it expresses makes him feel like he matters. You had always made him feel that way that even through all of his anger, through all of the walls he put up, you showed him that he was deserving of something good. Even if he didnât believe it himself.Â
And you⊠You were the best thing to ever happen to him.
âDonât know why youâre apologizinâ,â Logan mutters.Â
Thereâs an uncomfortable silence that engulfs the both of you. He can see the tears threatening to spill over, can see the way your lower lip is beginning to tremble and he has this sudden urge to console you, to wipe away the tears that have now fallen down your cheeks.Â
âIâm sorry,â you repeat, bringing your hands up to wipe away the tears that seem to be trickling down your face nonstop. âI justâ Losing my Logan just crushed me and I donât think Iâve ever recovered.âÂ
My Logan.Â
Logan can practically feel his heart beating in his chest. This isnât a conversation that he thought he would be having and certainly not with someone he loved and died because of him.Â
âThatâs okay,â Logan responds quietly, his tone softening. âI donât think itâs easy to recover from losing someone you love.â
âDid youâ Did you love me in your universe?âÂ
Logan nods slowly, tightening his jaw as he gazes down at you. âWith every fiber of my being.âÂ
Your eyes widen and stare up at him. This might be a different Logan, but hearing those words again just brings you back to the moment you last saw your Logan before he left to go take care of Charles.Â
âDid you love me in yours?â Logan asks hesitantly.
You nod instantly, tears trickling down your cheek as you stare up at him. âIâd love you in every lifetime.âÂ
Logan feels his own set of tears pool at the corners of his eyes and he moves a hand to rest on the railing, fingers lightly brushing against yours as he stares into your eyes.Â
âIâm not him,â he whispers.Â
âI know,â you say quietly. âAnd Iâm not her.âÂ
#hugh jackman wolverine#hugh jackman character#logan howlett#wolverine#worst wolverine#deadpool & wolverine#logan howlett fanfic#logan howlett fanfiction#wolverine fanfic#wolverine fanfiction#worst wolverine fanfic#worst wolverine fanfiction#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett x fem!reader#post deadpool & wolverine#worst logan!variant#hugh jackman#logan howlett x f!reader
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
DAY-SHIFT. (p. sh)
â part one here! After finding out that your boss has seen, heard, and instructed you through some pleasurable nights while parading around as a faceless cam-boy, you decide that your best course of action is to: call out sick. use vacation days. avoid Park Sunghoon at all costs. Unfortunately, ten days doesnât appear to be nearly enough time to erase whatâs happened, and Sunghoon refuses to be avoided. or the one where sunghoon pretends that he isnât an anxious mess over accidentally exposing himself and you just so happen to have a lot of fucking empathy.Â
minors dniÂ
PAIRING â boss / cam boy!sunghoon x afab reader Â
WORDCOUNTâ 14.5kÂ
CONTENTâ forbidden office romance kind of, smidge of angst if ur sensitive, mentions of predatory behavior from sunghoon, he is more desperate than he is dominant, just the way we like it.
NOTE â bro im so sorry this took way too long to write, it also is way longer than it's supposed to be. but yknow. i had to do him right lmfao. NOT PROOF READ.
nsfw tags under cut
nsfw tagsâ perverted sunghoon, heavy petting, making out, foreplay on a chair lol, desk sex, very intimate shit ok? ok., pussy eating, jerking off, finger fucking, fingers-in-mouth antics, gagging, implications of something more than just an office fling, unprotected sex, he fills you UP!!! YIPEE!!!Â
ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»
Avoidance.
That is the only way you know out of any awkward or unsavory situation. Avoid, avoid, avoid. Find a new job, change your name, dye your hairâ question all of your life choices up to this point.
Itâs the fact that never in your life have you had an interest in live sex cams. It was always just a porn video or a nice erotic novel for you. Sometimes curiosity gets the best of you though, like it does all people, and itâs not like you thought anyone would ever know who you are or catch you in the act of feeding into your curiosities.Â
The one time you ever navigated to the live camera feed on your favorite porn site did shift your sexual appetite a little bit. A whole new world of seeing exactly what you want without needing to search for far too long for that perfect videoâŠfor a cost, of course.
You made good money already, and itâs not like you werenât going for that promotion at the time either. You thought, why not? Why not pay a pretty, faceless man for some anonymous jerking off and move on with your life?Â
The one time you found something to satiate the late night body-cravings, the point of pleasure ended up beingâŠyour boss?
Small world? Miniscule, fucking tiny little world.Â
For days you wondered if Sunghoonâs text to you was just a coincidence. After all, the faceless man on screen didnât say a word to you after you uttered the name of your boss. Even if he directly said your name. Even if Park Sunghoon uttered your false name at work.Â
Consistent back and forth in your head. From, âNo, how could that even be possible? No way is it him.â to âbut Mr.Park started being weird after the first call, he used both names, he played off of the boss/employee dynamic.â
Youâre going crazy as you send another email to your department, apologizing for taking so many days off but not truly apologetic. Itâs been ten days now and Sunghoon has yet to text you again.Â
That little âCan we talk?â can be heard in your head in his voice. Only now recognizing how clear and unique it truly is when he does speak. You try not to realize how similar the cam-boy sounded to him. Only connecting the dots when they force you to do it, really. You still try to convince yourself that the text was about firing you, given his actions at work that very same day.Â
Maybe he was avoiding you because he felt awful about needing to fire you?Â
Maybe he sent that text message to start the process of pushing you out?Â
After all, itâs still very difficult to imagine Park Sunghoon having a cock that nice, or cum in that amount. Given, itâs not like you ever thought about him jerking off or anything, itâs justâ
You donât fucking know. Your brain is a mess of shaking anxiety and echoes of sexual frustrations and moans.Â
You were refunded your money. He texted after the session. He said your name. Itâs him, isnât it?
You refuse to fucking find out.
ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»
From:...[ [email protected] ]
CC:...[ [email protected] ]
BCC:...
Subject: Time off Request: Rejected. Insufficient PTO.
[insert your name here],
The time you have requested from the 27th to the 3rd has been rejected due to insufficient hours. As of last Thursday, you are no longer meeting the minimum hour requirement as a full-time employee. Your PTO is at 0 hours and 00 minutes and you now have three unexcused absences. Please return tomorrow with a signed order or note that exempts you from work. If you move forward without returning to the building, this will be grounds for termination. Please review the company handbook and job abandonment guidelines.Â
Additionally, COO Lee, myself, and Division manager Park will be scheduling a meeting with you in the upcoming days, failure to appear will result in immediate termination.
Thank you,
HR
Well, fuck. You knew the time to avoid this would dry up, and this ten day hideaway to fake your death didnât quite pan out.
Devastating, truly, that you have to walk through those doors with the same legs your boss may or may not have seen spread open for him through a grainy webcam image. Horrifying, that you have to look him in the eye and explain that you really were sick for the past ten days, that you definitely were not hiding the shame of your sexual desires.
The worst part about all of this? Not just the embarrassment but the fact thatâŠyou liked it. On that night, had he admitted it was him, you may not have ended the call yourself. It felt like it added some danger to your arousal at the time. Which, naturally, makes you more embarrassed now. Mostly because, at worst if that was Mr.Park, it was predatory. At best though? You very well may have consented.
But the what ifs donât matter now. The only thing that matters is forcing yourself through the awkwardness of being at work after avoiding it for so long already.
Fortunately for you though, work isâŠweirdly normal. In fact, no one acts like youâve missed ten days at all. You are greeted by the usual co-workers, you sit down at your desk and can log in as usual, and there are no warning emails or invitations for what would be considered a meeting of termination either.Â
The day goes by just fine, suspiciously so. Sunghoon, though youâre avoiding him at the moment, doesnât appear to be too out of character either. At one point, you were forced to drop corrected paper work off in his office, and he gave you the same usual and small âThank youâ before you stepped out with your legs threatening to buckle.Â
Then again, his âcasualâ appreciation could just be your mind playing positive little tricks on you. Maybe it wasnât casual at all. Maybe that little uncharacteristic breath afterwards isnât just in your head. You didnât make eye contact with him during that brief moment, and you did rush out quite quickly so you wouldnât really know. However, in the deepest part of your brain his voice really does match the one who said all those dirty things to you.Â
Maybe youâre still overreacting.
Or maybe you dreamed all of this up.Â
You choose to remain unaware of the awkwardness around you solely because everything else is normal. Deep, deep down, you know. But youâre not giving that truth a chance to thrive or run your brain anymore.
And just as the day comes to an end, youâre actually feeling better. Anxiety is draining out of you, fear and embarrassment sit dormant in some hidden part of your brain over the small possibility of virtually fucking your boss. It seems youâve let this work day clear up all of that fear in your head.
You were wrong, right? It wasnât him, right? Heâd have tried to defend himself by now. What boss wouldnât be absolutely terrified that youâd report him, anyway? After all of that?
You actually feel a little dumb at the possibility of Mr. Park ever wanting you sexually, or ever even wanting to speak to you in that way. Asking to see your pussy? Telling you how to touch it? No, thatâs definitely not him. Couldnât be him.Â
And your eyes do stray after a little while. Just to steal glimpses into his office, feeling relieved and weightless now that it appears your fears are over and finally understood. Doesnât change the fact that now when you look at him, you might be wildly fucking attracted to him. Because fuck, imagine if that was him. Youâre kind of forced to put his image to the faceless cam-boy now, not that you want to do that or anything. It justâŠyou canât really blame yourself for it.
You lend yourself a little laugh. As happy as you are that youâre able to convince yourself that itâs not Sunghoonâs cock youâve yearned for, you really wouldnât mind sleeping with someone as handsome as him.Â
Crazy how the lack of anxiety lets you think those types of things though, isnât it? When your brain is no longer fogged by fear or embarrassment, itâs like the clarity can sometimes be scarier simply because you donât know how true certain statements are. Even through all of that fear, maybe a part of you wished it was him.Â
Even with the weight on your shoulders lifted, in hindsight, maybe youâre even a little disappointed that it wasnât.Â
And, just as youâre preparing to clock out and head home with a big secret crush and a little pep in your step, you hear the familiar notification of an email. No problem, probably just a daily report or something.Â
From:...[ [email protected] ]
CC:...
BCC:...
Subject: Mandatory Advising
[insert your name here],
Please come to my office before you leave for the day to discuss your conduct as of late.Â
Thank you,
Park Sunghoon
Division Manager
000-000-0000 ext. 000
Well, double fuck. To think everything was fine despite you being well aware of that shit HR said to you previously?Â
You barely recognize how the email is sent directly to you from Mr. Park, not including HR or COO Lee. In fact, the anxiety wells up inside of you so quickly that you nearly have to dry heave a few times before taking a deep breath.Â
In your head, itâs not even about the web-cam session with a faceless man anymore. Your anxiety about that died the moment you successfully lied to yourself enough, now youâre genuinely just afraid youâll lose your job or that beloved promotion you worked so hard to be qualified for. You just had to let your anxiety run your life for the past ten days, didnât you? After all, skipping work to such an extent? Everyone had to have known that it was a lie eventually. Â
So, you stand to your feet, brush off your thighs, and attempt to keep your heart from pounding as you make your way to Mr. Parkâs office expecting to see HR, COO Lee, and a severance package on the desk waiting for your signature.Â
Instead, you walk in to just find your boss. Heâs looking at you as he normally would, eyes focused on his screen before glancing at you for a moment and nodding his head to one of the chairs in front of his desk.Â
âMr. Parkââ You start, nearly wincing at the way you say it because, well, you havenât said it since the night you had your pussy out on display. Itâs only natural to physically react, right?
âOne moment.â He says in a small voice, clicking a few times with the mouse as you watch the monitor light shine across his cheeks with each window he minimizes.Â
Itâs silent for a few moments as you awkwardly look around an office youâve been in countless times. His lights are always dimmed, the temperature is always comfortable. Youâre gonna miss this office, though itâs not your own. It was a nice, brief escape before all of this if youâre being honest.Â
âHow was work for you today?â He turns his attention to you, finally adjusting and rolling his chair to center himself in front of you behind his deskÂ
You pause at the question, unintentionally tilting your head at it like a puppy. âGood? Normal, I guess?âÂ
You watch as he nods with a tight-lipped expression, eyes falling to his desk as he takes in a deep and disappointed sounding breath.Â
âWell, thatâs one of us.â He huffs out, causing you to feel a bit confused with his tone. Is he beingâŠpassive aggressive? And when he snaps his eyes from his desk straight to your own confused gaze, you can almost sense a bit of something else in them compared to usual.Â
Not anger. Not disappointment.Â
He looks worried.
âEleven daysââ Sunghoon drones on with an exhausted tone, cutting himself off with another breath that shows you were right to assume his current displayed emotion. âYou have ignored my text messages for eleven days.âÂ
Youâre shocked by that because as far as youâre concerned, he has not texted you.
âWhat are youââ You furrow your brows at him, frantically pulling out your phone. âYou havenât texted me. See? The last one I got wasââ You take a second as you pull up his texts and remember the exact time he texted you. So late into the night, right afterâŠthat. Naturally, you silence yourself, afraid to say it out loud.
âOn the contrary,â Sunghoon denies your proof. âI texted from my personal phone.â
You hesitate again, looking down and noting the notifications under the tab of âmessage requests.â To be fucking fair though, you didnât even know that existed so you never really paid attention to it. Especially as you practically avoided your phone out of fear that heâd be texting you again.Â
You were thankful he didnât. That comforted you. Now though? Your comfort is replaced yet again with anxiety because, well, he texted you consistently after that night.
âOhââ You say quietly, seeing a glimpse of âPlease, let me call yââ in one of the messages.
âI didnât see those.â Quickly, you turn your screen off and shove your phone back into your pocket, nervously clasping your hands in front of you and looking to the floor.Â
âI will reiterate then.âÂ
You can hear the leather on his chair squeak against his expensive suit when he leans forward, both hands splayed out on his desk in a wide and intimidating stance in front of you.Â
âWaitââ You look around the office now. âIf youâre going to fire meâ shouldnât the others be here too?â
Sunghoon pulls back at that, narrowing his eyes before lending a very small and even more nervous chuckle.
âIâm not firing you. I told them Iâd take care of your sudden and, quite frankly, unhelpful vacation.âÂ
You look to the floor again, feeling scolded for your actions but having a genuine reason. If Sunghoon truly is aware of that reason for your absence, he understands too, right?
âI have been beyond inappropriate with you.â He blurts now, that same leather squeaking as he leans back again and looks away from you the moment you snap your head up. âI have reason to believe youâve not yet reported me, and Iâd like to ask for the opportunity to explain myself before you do.âÂ
You feel a chill wash over your whole body, cold sweat peaking right at your temples as you stare forward. Heâs being so professional about this, and that lie youâve convinced yourself of is showing itâs face as just that, a fucking lie.
So this is it?Â
So there it is? A semi-admittance that it was him? That little feeling in the back of your head that wishes it was diminishes within an instant. In fact, you narrow your eyes at him, your nose crinkles, and you feel frustration bubble up in your gut.
âSo you admit that it was you?â You ask, needing a full confirmation.Â
âYes.â Sunghoon sighs, leaning back somehow further, creating as much distance from you as possible before unintentionally rolling his eyes. Mostly due to the fact that he was stupid enough to let this happen, mostly to shame himself. âWhat I did was inappropriate and unacceptable. I didnât intend for this to ever happen.â
Now you feel a bitâŠpissed off.
Like? Oh, he didnât intend for this to happen? What? You mean he didnât intend to let you fucking find out! Well, as good as he is at playing the part of a slutty man on the internet, heâs not so good at acting in real life, now is he? Saying your false fucking name at work, saying your real name with his cock out?
What in the fuck are you supposed to do about this? Why is he giving you the ability to report him? Heâs the one with the power here. He could fire you now and bury the information if he so pleased. After all, Heâs besties with COO Lee, right? That bitch in HR has an obsession with him too. Hell, everyone here loves the guy.Â
Youâre just a bottom of the barrel employee trying to work your way up. If you got him fired, surely heâd make damn sure you never work for a decent company like this one again. Additionally, you donât even want to report him.
Yeah, it was fucking weird that he just knew it was you and kept going. Super strange that he had to have known after the first call, only to ask to see you in the second one. Why does that turn you on in the midst of this anxiety induced spiral? Why the fuck is the idea of Park Sunghoon apologizing for masturbating to and for you so alluring?!Â
Sure, maybe itâs kind of nice knowing that someone of his status would ever find an interest in you, but it doesnât quite wash the frustration away. You have every right to question, and every right to be pissed off about it.Â
Still, in this quiet room, Sunghoon is stoic and all you can think about when you look at him is the way he said âif I were your boss iâdââ and the way he fucked his palm while saying it, implying he wanted it to be you while simultaneously knowing it was you watching.Â
Since fucking when did Mr. Park ever show a sexual interest in you? And if he did, why the fuck couldnât he have just been normal about it?
âThat was really fucked up, you know that?â You argue immediately, voice shaking at the speed of which your emotions shift. Your resolve isnât quite as clear as it probably should be. Perhaps you should report him, or maybe you already should have. But, itâs not like you accepted the truth until he demanded it of you.
You would have let it slide. Both of you could have pretended it never happened. You couldâve gone home and continued working, never paying a cam-boy again had Sunghoon not called you into this stupid, comfortable ass office.Â
âIn my defense, I was just doing my job. Though itâs my own fault for not telling you, my job here was at risk if you had found out.â
âYou made me talk about you.â You roll your eyes at him now, gaining the power and control over the conversation. âAnd you thought I wouldnât find out?! What? Did that get you off or something?â
âIââ Sunghoon stops himself from answering that question truthfully. He quickly tries to explain away the stutter instead. Never has he been scolded by an employee, but youâre well within your rights to do so. âI wasnât in my right mind. I never get called by name during these sessions and I apologize for having you say it.â
âAnd you want me to report you?â You raise a brow at him. âWant me to just storm right into HR and tell her how youâre a fucking pervert? Want me to tell her how you told me to repeat your name? To thank you for it? Is that really what you want?âÂ
Are you enjoying yourself a little too much? Maybe.
Sunghoon doesnât respond though, instead, he runs his hand through his hair and sighs from the stress welling up inside of him. He can only act calm and collected for so long, and itâs been eleven days already. He hates how hearing you say those words goes straight to his cock at a time like this, he hates even more how all of this could have been avoided if he had simply declined your second call.Â
But youâre not wrong. He is a pervert, and he did tell you to thank him for the pleasure you were getting from his voice and half image alone. At the time, he was so turned on he really just couldnât help himself. You fed his sexual appetite unknowingly and now this is the consequence of his action. Being a known pervert.
Is it what he wants though? To be reported? Humiliated?
Fuck.
Arguably, just having you humiliate him like this is enough. Drives him crazy, really. Whether it be from arousal or guilt, or both.Â
And for the first time since you started working here, you see him for what he truly is. A strong man to an extent, but heâs crumbling under his own mistake and it makes you wonder just how far he wouldâve taken it had you not found out.Â
âAnd what if I didnât realize who I was fucking myself for?â You glare. âWould you have asked for more? Avoided me here even more? Would you have declined my application for the assistant position because you canât come to terms with the fact that youâre a fucking pervert?!â
Sunghoon raises his hands in defense.Â
âPleaseââ His voice sounds panicked. âPlease, keep your voice down.â
âAnswer the question, then. Just fucking own it at this point.â You throw your arms up now, letting them fall back down in a slap to your thighs. âWould you have made my work-life miserable just so you could watch me get off to you? Knowing the whole time? Would you have kept on with that boss slash employee shit just so it felt more real for you?âÂ
Staring forward at him, you watch him accept that everything youâre saying is likely exactly what would have happened. Maybe he really will try to own it. Which would be⊠a good thing if you decide to let your own resolve falter.
So fucking secretive, huh? An actual, real life degenerate? And itâs Sunghoon of all people?Â
âMaybeâŠâ Sunghoon trails off, making himself seem much smaller than he usually is on a day-to-day basis. âI mean, NoâI,â
Oh, heâs actually stuttering.
âAnd you want me to tell on you? You want me to fuck your life up?â You raise a brow. âAs if I didnât pay you to do it?â
In all honesty, aside from the anxiety and awkwardness, and despite never once thinking of Sunghoon too sexually, things have changed. Drastically. Especially after being confronted with this situation and heâs not intimidating you or using his power to control you. No, heâs giving you the power and quite frankly, you donât know what to do with it.Â
Are you basking in it? Absolutely. Is it nice to see him cower in front of you? In that big plush chair that costs more than your monthly income? Hell yeah.
But goddamn, had he approached you before all of this and asked for a date, or showed interest, you would have gladly partaken in a secret romance with him. Heâs intelligent, attractive, clean, and has money. Itâs not like you ever expected the guy to go home and fuck himself on camera.Â
You never thought he was the type to be so lonely either. Or so desperate, judging by how he acted during those two sessions. Arguably, you always wondered why there was never a ring on those pristine fingers.Â
And while you were definitely the victim in this situation, you feel more embarrassed than you do violated. Many nights you thought of how he spoke, how he said how badly he wanted you. Itâs embarrassing because youâre starting to love the idea of who those words really came from. The Park Sunghoon, so untouchable in the business world. So untouchable by women and men solely because he appears to be too expensive, too pristine.
But youâŠ
Youâve seen him dirty.Â
Part of you wishes you didnât pay to be humiliated like this. The rest of you wishes you didnât fucking like it as much as you do.
âItâs only fair.â Sunghoon explains with a short breath. âI feel awful for what Iâve done, and I should have told you the moment I recognized her as, wellââ He pauses with a pained face, as if he hates hearing himself say it. âYou.â
âThen, why didnât you?â You raise your brow again, nearly forgetting youâre at work, solely focused on the conversation at hand and feeling relieved at the way itâs going.
Sunghoon shifts in discomfort, looking away from you.
âDo you want honesty?â He asks in a quiet voice, leaning forward on his desk but refusing eye contact. He keeps his gaze lowered the entire time, his voice small and shaky.Â
Thereâs still people in the office, though his door is closed and itâs unlikely he can be heard.
You nod to him with an even smaller âGo on then.â
âI tried to convince myself that it wasnât you.â He says, shifting his hands and picking at his cuticles.Â
Man, he really knows how to act sorry, doesnât he?
âI avoided you after that first call, solely because I think I wanted her to be you. Which isâŠincredibly inappropriate.âÂ
He looks up at you now, searching for a reaction and only seeing you nod at him. His eyes shift right back down as he continues.Â
âMy avoiding you led you toâ umâ more services.â He explains quieter, admitting in full the situation heâs allowed to take place, seeming more and more insecure with his words than he ever has before. âI can admit that I have fantasies and needs.âÂ
Silence.Â
âAfter that first call, I couldnât help but be entirely attracted to you. The idea ofââ
You suddenly find yourself thinking back to all of those things he said to you again, parading as if he wasnât your boss, telling you what he'd do if he were. He seems to have accidentally found a sexual interest in the dynamicâŠand he fucking dragged you into it with him.Â
âMr. Parâ Sunghoon.â You cut him off, actually feeling a bit of pity now at his admittance.Â
His words make you feel like maybe heâs not entirely just a pervert who was intending to make you get off to him from the start. If anything, he probably felt uncomfortable at first knowing who was on the other end of the call. Itâs the fact that his real life job was at risk if you found out, and still he indulged despite that. He accepted that second call, he asked for more, he acted like he really does want you.
 To the extent that losing his job was in the front of his mind and he still did it. He ignored the danger of it and prioritized getting offâŠwith you. You find yourself wondering if this would have happened to any other employee under him if they happened to stumble across his stream too.Â
Part of you wants to pretend he wouldnât, because the idea that all of this is happening solely because it was you? It hits a little too hard, a little too deep.Â
âOkay, okay. Stop,â You say, keeping your eyes on him and willing him to look up at you. âYou donât have to keep explaining, I get it.â
âNo.â He does meet your eye this time, stopping your brain of all thoughts at how differently you see him now versus all the times before. âI do.âÂ
Heâs so honest. Probably too honest for his own good. Maybe thatâs why heâs so good at his job, maybe thatâs why everyone loves him. Maybe a bit of lying would help him in this situation if it were anyone else, but for you?Â
You kind of enjoy the way heâs telling the truth. Admitting that he was desperate, apologizing for wanting you even if just for a brief moment.
âI asked you to turn on your camera for selfish reasons. I asked you to say my name, then I made the mistake of exposing myself because Iââ He hesitates, closing his eyes and breathing in deeply through his nose. âI struggled to pretend it wasnât me, and that she wasnât you. I very well knew what I was doing, and at the time, I wished that you did too.â
More silence as you stare at him, stunned, slightly in awe.Â
âBut I knew you wouldnât have reciprocated. What Iâve done is criminal, and I am encouraging you to report me for it if thatâs what you deem necessary.âÂ
âAnd if I donât?â You donât leave any more room for silence now, feeling desired and validated.Â
You canât pretend that youâre mad, though you were previously. You simply canât pretend that, now at least, you wouldnât reciprocate. If anything, youâre more interested now than you think you ever would have been before.Â
âWe can forget any of this ever happened. Iâll stop streaming and accepting private calls, and we can hopefully move forward without any ill-feelings of one another.â He blinks at you, near pleading with his eyes. âIâll push your application throughâ That is, if you still want the position.âÂ
Sunghoon does wince at the bribe, considering heâs never done such a thing let alone commit acts of sexual harassment, or perhaps even non consensual foreplay with someone. It really really wasnât entirely intentional, and heâs disgusted with himself. If you report him, heâd take the hit to his reputation and career, but if you donâtâŠwhat then?
Ill-feelings, he says? If anything, you might feel more ill parading around like you wouldnât want him to do all of those things he said previously, with free-will to say as he pleased without the fear of you knowing who the words were coming from.Â
âCan you please stop with the professional talk?â You hum out with an exhausted eye roll. âI donât want the promotion if youâre just offering it so I donât rat you out.â You narrow your eyes now and lean yourself forward. âYou hope to forget this ever happened? Really?âÂ
Carefully, the two of you watch each other for a while longer. Sunghoon looking like heâs about to catch himself on fire, and you, looking annoyed and amused. Still, the thick air in the room starts to feel suffocating under the pressure of the âissueâ at hand as you scold him further.Â
âWhat you did was predatory. Butâ I donât want to ruin your life over this.âÂ
You watch as Sunghoon listens, his posture opening up a bit more as you speak, showing that heâs being relieved of his stress through your words alone.Â
âAre you trying to hold a promotion over my head over this?â
Before he gets the chance to curl in on himself again, you answer for him.Â
âMaybe.âÂ
You continue too, not letting him speak for the time being. Or, rather, giving him a chance to breathe.Â
âShould you change your username and continue doing what you want behind closed doors because itâs no one elseâs business?â You really watch him this time. âYes.âÂ
He blinks at you, raising a brow in slight confusion.Â
âDid you take advantage of me?â
He nods before you whisper out another âyesâ yourself.Â
âWould I let you do it againâŠ?â
Oh, for Sunghoon, itâs hard to breathe right now as he anticipates what youâll say. Is it going to be a ânoâ this time? Are you going to stand up and change your mind? Despite just stating you donât want to ruin his life?
God, hasnât he already let you?
âYes.â
Pause.Â
âIâm sorry?â Sunghoon responds in disbelief, shifting his eyes to his hands and then back to you. âCome again?â
âSunghoon.â You make it a point to call him by his name now, ignoring the etiquette of a proper boss and employee dynamic. âI am humiliated by all of this but I can see that you are too. Youâve admitted your guilt and even go as far as encouraging that I report you.â You pause again, knowing that this isnât where the conversation should be going for any, uh, normal person, you suppose.Â
âIf you had just told me. If you had said anything about wanting to, like, fuck me, I would have done it with or without the promotion on the line.â
Does that make you sound a little desperate? Yeah. But itâs not like he doesnât know how badly you need to be fucked. After all, you know, the cam sessions and stuff. You were literally paying a stranger to get you off.Â
Shouldnât he, of all people, know that you were bad-off enough to get laid?
Sunghoonâs issue though, is that he never looks at his employees sexually. No matter how pretty, no matter how much they flaunt themselves at him. He never has, and probably never will again. If it hadnât been for that single first session with you, all would be well. But now? Heâs too attracted to you.Â
He wants you so badly.
âIf you tell me right now that you want me, in the same way you did on that callââ You stop yourself to really look at him. With the way he swallows, the way his lips slightly part, the way his hands show signs of eleven days worth of nervous habit cuticle picking. âIf you do all of those things you said youâd do âif you were my bossâ...â
âWait, waitââ Sunghoon stands in a rush, causing you to jump slightly at the sudden sound echoing off of the walls in the office. âDo you understand the consequences of what youâre implying right now?â
âIf I fuck my boss, we could both be fired?â You smile, feeling the confidence raise within you. Watching the way he reacts to your lewd words face to face rather than through a microphone.Â
âThat would beâŠcorrect.â He raises a brow.Â
âWell, technically, youâve already been fucking me.â You look away from him, feeling a bit shy even with the confidence, but never having spoken to a man so bluntly before like this? Itâs a bit scary. âWould it really make anything worse if, you know, I do reciprocate?â
Goddamn. Sunghoon might be a bit smitten. This situation could have gone a thousand different ways, and you offer the one that includes your legs spread across this fucking desk and his face buried between them?
Oh. Never has he been so willingly turned on at work.Â
âIs this what you want?â He asks in a breath, shifting his eyes to the door and walking towards it, immediately reaching for the lock but not quite turning it.Â
âIs that what you want?â You counter, turning and staring at the lock.Â
Sunghoon hides his nod, wanting you to be the one to answer first. After all, hasnât he been self-indulgent enough?
âDo you want me to fuck you?â He finally breaks and says it, blatantly, not sugar coated, yet still sweet when the words hit your ears. âAfter all this, you still want it?âÂ
You nod, dipping your head a bit against your shoulder.Â
Click.Â
âI guess I should have known.â Sunghoon plays with his words now, hand dropping from the now locked door and eyes entirely on you. âDo you want me to fuck you, or would you preferââ
âYou.â You smile, feeling your skin prickle at the electricity that enters the room through breath and words alone. Itâs the way he already shifted. Like all of that anxiety melted out of him within an instant.Â
âNo, no.â He stalks towards you now, the nervous Sunghoon is no longer in sight as he makes himself seem bigger, taller, far more intimidating. Just like he was on camera. âThe me you saw on screen is not the same as what youâre seeing right now.â He tries to explain.Â
âOh?â You tilt your head, and he only finds that cute.Â
Far too cute.Â
âYouâd do as I ask, right?â His voice shifts to a raspy whisper as he centers himself in front of you, both hands reaching the arms of your chair as he hovers above you. âIâm far more tame online.âÂ
Tame?! Thatâs what he calls tame?!Â
You stare up at him, keeping your jaw from falling slack as you physically see him shift from being your boss into being a man with a need. Not just any need either. A need for you.
Part of you wonders if he ever truly felt bad in the first place about all of this, because the shift from just moments ago is so dramatic itâs almost scary.Â
âSo, tell me.â He leans down, inches from your face as his eyes start to fall to a half-lidded stare at you. âYouâll do as I say? Youâd let me do it all for you, and not ask me to stop until I feel it best, yes?â
You swallow and slowly nod. Oh god, it really, really, is him.Â
âAnd while at work, youâll behave?â He continues, lips now ghosting over yours to the point you can almost feel them press down. Heâs implying that if you donât tell, that this wonât be the only time too? Shit. Heâs entirely aware of why this shouldnât be happening, but still making it happen.
 âNo matter what I do to you, where or how I do it, youâll behave?â
You canât help it when you lift your chin, just a bit to rest your lips against his words, eyes falling closed and hands hesitant to reach out for his perfectly ironed shirt.Â
You feel his smile against your lips, with that sharp-toothed grin he rarely offers.Â
âAh, so itâs true.â He murmurs against you, his hand reaching for yours and guiding it for you, straight to his belt. âDirty, dirty girl.â
A small, pleased, sound leaves your throat when he does kiss you, adding his own pleased hum alongside yours as his hands still hold yours in place over his belt, not quite letting you do anything just yet.
âGonna be quietââ He whispers into your mouth, just against your tongue before licking out and against it. âEven when I tell you to moan my name?â
You really shouldnât be surprised, but you still are. You like this Sunghoon better than the one who stutters and picks his cuticles. Heâs owning it, and in a way, so are you.Â
 After all, it wasnât until today that you truly learned what Sunghoon is like when heâs aroused. Not that you ever should have known in the first place. The fact that you do know, the fact that heâs showing you? It just makes this all the more arousing, in your opinion.
All he needed was a green light and within seconds it seems, Sunghoon became the need youâve been chasing for months now through porn sites and erotic novels.Â
You nod to his words, trying to drop your hand just a bit to feel what youâve already seen. Just to feel how warm he is, howâ
âIs that so?â Sunghoon whispers in an amused tone, guiding your hand right back to his belt, only to drop his other hand straight between your legs. âYouâre supposed to do as I say. If I tell you to moan my name, you do it.â
Oh, the sexual confusion of what to do and which Sunghoon to obey. All you can do is continue to nod for him, hanging your head with a breath at the way he cups his hand over the entirety of your core. You wore pants today in order to hide your shame, to try and feel invisible based on previous circumstances. Youâre not so happy about that now, as you try to feel his touch through the thick fabric only to shamelessly thrust your hips up and against his palm.
He moves his lips to the top of your head now, hovering over you in a perfect stance of power, hand gently rubbing up and and down despite your hips asking for a harsher touch. If anything, it makes him feel better knowing how you react to this.Â
In actuality, his relief is sending his arousal through the roof. Not only are you not going to rat him out butâŠyou want more of it? More of him, in particular? Not the facade of him online?Â
At this point, if he gets caught, youâre both going down in flames. So, why not enjoy the ride?
Truly, itâs laughable in the way heâs just as amused as he is turned on, relishing in the fact that he wants you and youâre letting him have you despite his past actions. Youâre messy too, heâs seen it, and now he gets to feel it.Â
âMhm,â Sunghoon hums against the top of your head, now pressing his own hips forward against your hand. âFeel that?â
The electricity? How hard he is? How needy you are?
âYeahâŠâ You sigh absentmindedly, bumping his chin with your head when you try to look up at him. You only blink twice before he coos out with a sad little sound.Â
He doesnât say a word after as he removes his hand and instead, grabs both of your hands and places them on his shirt.Â
âGo on.â He smiles, waiting to see you to start fumbling against his buttons.Â
And fumble, you do. Touching him, for some reason, feels so dangerous. Knowing youâre the one removing his shirt, watching his skin be revealed as it begins to fall open by your own doing? Itâs electrifying. Enough to lose your train of thought as you study how toned and smooth his skin is. Just like how you had seen on camera, so clear in front of you now. Youâre aching for him by this point, being able to feel his body heat, touch him, feel his eyes on you.Â
If you had really known back then who it was you were talking to, you very well may have pretended to not know as well, judging by the way your entire body catches fire for him.Â
And as his shirt falls completely open, heâs satisfied with the way you do it. Complacent and docile beneath him, nervous fingers shaking much like he did for the past eleven days. With those pretty eyes looking at him, like thereâs nothing in your head at all.Â
He chuckles at you, grabbing your hands again and placing them right on his chest, helping your hesitant touch to massage and caress each bump and toned muscle. He intentionally flexes the further down your hands go, all the way back to his belt.Â
There, he looks down at where you touch, then back at you with a quirked brow. You stare up at him, blinking, face feeling hot, and itâs like you move your hands on instinct. The sound of his buckle being unclasped echoes in the room, and his eyes only darken with the sound.
The sound of it slipping from the loops when he takes it upon himself to remove it completely for you, the sound of his breathing, the sound of that zipper, the button, the shuffling of his pants being skewed down just enough to fit your hand inside.
He moans at the image alone, loving the way your smaller hand looks slipping down his pants, the way your breathing is somehow even as if youâre trying to keep yourself calm. So calm, so pretty, but he knows how needy you are. He shouldnât, but he does, and he uses it to his advantage.Â
Youâre the one who moans this time upon feeling that little twitch of his cock urging you to grab. And he helps you too, with the way he guides your hand under the front of his pants further, forcing your fingers to grab and grope the thick of his cock, uncomfortable and pressing between his briefs and undone zipper.Â
âStill, youâre just looking.â Sunghoon comments, pressing his hips forward slowly and gently. âIâm right here.â He continues to explain the situation to you, as if youâre not experiencing it. âYou need me to show you how to touch me too?â
You hesitate with a groan caught in your throat. Youâre still processing the size difference that you feel now versus what you saw. Bigger. Thicker. Heavier than you would have expected against your palm. Honestly, you were so focused on the fact that Sunghoonâs cock is currently fucking forward against you that you almost forgot how to jerk a man off by yourself.Â
His hand had been doing all the work for you, and youâre quick to take over.Â
Sunghoon lends a very small gasp at the way you try to grasp, and instantly both of his arms shoot to the chair behind your head. He grips it, dropping his chin to the top of your head before thrusting a bit harsher into the grip you try to hold on him.Â
âHarder.â He exhales, his cock twitching in your weak hold. âGrab me harder.â
You do, squeezing the bulge before intentionally adjusting it for him, allowing the head of his bulbous cock to peek from the top of his briefs.Â
His relieved sigh is enough, you canât help it. With his chin sat atop your head like this, you have no choice but to watch the way he moves his hips. Just like he did on camera. His abs flex with each movement, his arms grip behind you on the chair tighter, and you couldnât pull your eyes away from his desperate body even if you wanted to.Â
You thrust up too, as if your body craves what youâre already touching. And you do crave it, so much so that your clit aches against the denim youâre rubbing up against. Unfortunate that you wore these fucking jeans, honestly.
âMr. Parkââ You let out a small and frustrated cry, using your other hand to try and fail at unbuttoning your own pants.Â
He hides his smile at the way youâve reverted back to his professional title, but pays no mind to it because thatâs what he wanted to hear in your voice that night. A desperate sound of his name, a plea, a cry. He canât help but cling to it and bury that pretty voice into the darkest parts of his brain. A memory heâll revisit time and time again after this. That sound, those pretty lips, this weak grasp you have. For the time being, itâs his. You belong to him right now.Â
âHm?â He hums out, fucking his hips forward while tilting his head back to look at you. âWhat is it, baby?â
Oh. You lost your train of thought.Â
Thankfully, he seems to do the thinking for you as he shifts his eyes down and watches you try to both please him and remove your own pants. A cute sight to him, really. Someone who was just scolding him for wanting this, fumbling for more?Â
So cute.Â
He chuckles, pulling his hips back from your hand and grabbing it, unbothered by the loss of your touch. Instantly he intertwines his fingers with yours, and grasps your other hand from your pants to do the same. Both your arms raise by his guidance to the back of the chair before he releases them.Â
You watch with a slack jaw and half-lidded eyes as he lowers himself, right onto his knees before he unbuttons your pants for you and very politely pulls them from your legs.Â
âThis what you want?â He smiles, lying his cheek right against your exposed thigh and taking a deep inhale. Itâs taking everything in him not to fawn over the woman who had him in his thoughts for the past however long, truly.Â
Then again, heâs weak. He doesnât even look up at you through his words and, instead, nuzzles his nose right up and against the seat of your panties before inhaling with a pleasant hum. âTo have me finally touching this pretty pussy for you?âÂ
God damn, if you didnât already know it was him on that camera, you do now. He speaks the same type of words, with the same confidence, the same sultry toneâŠ
You can barely comprehend the way he slowly takes his own pants off because youâre too focused on the way he runs his lips across your skin with dirty thoughts spilling from them. Fingers tucked under either side of your panties in preparation before he eventually pulls them off of you.Â
âDid you wear those pants to hide yourself from me?â He comments now with an amused tone. âKnowing you wanted me to take them off of you anyway?â
You shake your head at him, holding your breath. You did wear them to hide, but you never would have expected this situation to go in a direction involving his mouth anywhere near where you need it. Sure, you assumed he would have rejected you, you assumed that if it was himâ heâd have been so disgusted with himself that heâd only gag at your presence.Â
But no. You were bold in your words, and he seems to feed into that.Â
âNo?â He furrows his brows and lifts his head. Now lowering your panties much like he did for your pants. Heâs quick with his next action, seemingly hiding his own desperation through playful comments at you. âWhy not?â He adds, instantly pressing his thumb against your clit and fucking shining his eyes up at you with a semi-pouted mouth.Â
You roll your eyes back at the sudden pressure, relaxing your shoulders and slouching down in the chair. Your legs spread further on instinct, granting him a full view of your sticky cunt parting open for him.
His eyes glance down, peering into the heat you offered once before ever knowing it was him looking. Clicking his tongue, he canât help but bite his lower lip to hold himself back. He hopes you donât notice the way his hand finds its way to his own cock, he really, really hopes you donât see him act so pathetic over this.Â
But you do. The moment your eyes roll back into place and get a look at him. One of his shoulders is moving, but the action is hidden by not only the chair, but his fucking face. Heâs got his lips parted and heâs licking his lower lip. Slicking it up with his own saliva beforeâ
âSo quiet,â He hums with glistening lips, lending himself a light hold with his cock and pretending itâs you doing it for him. âYou have nothing to say for yourself?â He adds now, inhaling once more the scent of your slick dripping for him as he leans in just a bit more.
âOhâ!â You yelp slightly at the feeling of his teeth digging into the flesh just to the side of your core. He bites down harder and harder, licking the flesh between his teeth before sucking hard against it. The sweat and scent of your full-day at work does nothing to calm his raging cock. He loves it and it only grows his appetite for you. Licking, sucking, nibbling at the skin until heâs sure heâll leave a nice, painful swell to rub against your panties later. Only then does he release your skin from his still-tasting mouth.Â
The relief when he releases your thigh is short lived because he offers not even a full two seconds before you feel his mouth circle your clit. Like he canât help himself, like he canât tease you right now even if he wanted to.Â
 A flick of his tongue sends a shiver down your spine straight to your toes and you canât stop your legs from immediately wrapping around his head. You hear his muffled âmmfâ when you do that, but he keeps you from apologizing for it because his free hand goes straight under your ass and scoots you even closer to his tongue.Â
And if you didnât already think Sunghoon knew how to use that mouth for more than just being a professional business man, you do now. With the way that same tongue that used to taste the morning coffee youâd bring him now tastes you. Deeply.Â
He licks, flicks, and sucks every fold. Slurping up any dripping heat that slips out of you before pressing his tongue in and nuzzling his nose against your clit. Heâs not quiet about it either. He moans with each lick, hums every time your legs squeeze around his neck, slurps and loudly sucks.Â
Itâs pornographic, itâs sexy, itâsâ
Suddenly, you feel a sharp jolt shoot through you, having not even noticed his hand moving from your ass to your front, moving straight up under your shirt. His fingers immediately find your nipple and pinches hard. So hard that your previous moan only becomes prolonged. Grows louder, breathier.Â
He pinches and massages your nipple with the intent to keep you loud for him. Office setting or not, he could give less of a shit about that right now. He ignores the strain on his wrist from your bra, he uses his other hand to grip himself harder, and you canât help but squeeze him tighter between your thighs until youâre, quite literally, shaking.
Your hips are sliding against his face with each jolt of pleasure, practically riding him, and his cock is now entirely neglected because you canât help but want more. You need more. And he gives it, by now releasing himself and keeping both hands on you. One holding the outside of your thigh, almost pushing you to squeeze tighter, the other incessantly abusing your nipple.Â
He chokes out a moan through his messy movements, never quite knowing where to put his hands solely because he wants to touch all of you. His cock is just fine being neglected, he thinks, as he realizes just how much pleasure he gets from feeling you wrap yourself around him like this.Â
It feels better than jerking himself off.Â
âMr. Pââ You sigh out, still not quite used to actually calling him his name, but the sound of it reminds you time and time again how wrong this situation is supposed to be.Â
Youâre sitting on this soft chair, pussy being spread apart by a tongue none other than the man who signs your paychecks. And just this morning you were terrified of him ever even getting a glimpse of you without pants on? God, how stupid could you be? You shouldâve been chasing this manâs touch since the day you looked at him for the first time.Â
âFuckââ You moan out for him, brain spitting thoughts at you as each second passes. The danger of this, the fact that he genuinely got off to you before you knew it was him. The secrecy of his perverted thoughts and actionsâŠitâs all so⊠âSo, youâre so â hot.â
You feel him laugh, kissing the pulsing hole of your pussy when he pulls his tongue back to swallow. And for just a few moments, he turns his head, gripping your thigh with his teeth once again before speaking back to you, muffled by the hot skin.Â
âYeah?â He laughs, now pulling his hand from your bra and lifting to your chin, pointing your gaze down at him, forcing you to see the way your thighs nearly suffocate him against your pussy. âThen keep your eyes on me.â
And you do, especially when he uses both of his hands now, nudging them between your legs and forcing them from his shoulders. He rests your legs on the arms of the chair instead and flicks his eyes up at you.Â
âYou watching?â He makes this a point, blowing a small breath of air straight at your clit before receiving a dazed and slow nod from you. âKeep your legs open too.â
Thatâs the last thing he says before his mouth is full again, sucking your folds between his teeth before tucking his tongue right back into your hole. He tastes for just a few moments before you feel those same lips on your clit. He lets it throb in his open mouth as he listens carefully to your little sounds, especially now that heâs sliding his fingers into you.Â
You gasp, holding your breath at the feeling. His fingers slide in, reaching deep before he scissors them open. And all you feel from it is pleasure. You canât help that your eyes roll back again, but you do try to keep your gaze fixed on his. With his eyes so rounded, blinking up at you with his strong jaw moving with each swallow of his own muffled moans.Â
He sucks your clit, fucks your cunt open, and relishes in the way he will soon get to splay you across his desk and really let you have it.Â
And he does this for a few minutes, though in your head it goes by so fast that you nearly get whiplash from the way he pulls back with a wet sound and grins at you.
âAw, babyââ He coos at the face you make, seemingly disappointed to lose all stimulation at once, but heâs quick to lift to his feet and lean back over you.Â
Oh, his cock. Itâs right there.Â
Oh.
His faceâÂ
âYouâre so fucking wet right now.â He murmurs against the corner of your mouth with a raspy whisper, easily and without warning slipping two of his fingers right back into the heat that he just denied himself of licking more. âYou hear that?â He continues with a sharp toothed bite to your lip. âHow wet you are?â
You groan at the way he slams his fingers in, out, in, out, inâŠHe keeps them there, pressed so far into you that you can physically feel the way your pussy tries to push him out again.
âCould slip it in right nowââ He moans out at how tight you clench just his fingers. âFuck, could be so deep in you.â
Your face feels hot as a bashful feeling overtakes you. His voice hits so much harder when you feel his breath along with it. His fingers, his cock right up against you. You want him to slip it in. To stuff his cock in you so fast, no room to adjust, not a second to even catch your breath.Â
God, you need it right now. Itâs been too long since youâve felt a real person touch you, you canât help that you feel so desperate. The clench isnât on purpose, your body tells him all he needs to know, all while he tells you all you could only wish to hear fall from someoneâs lips.
And not just anyone. His lips.Â
You shoot your arms around his neck and it's not really intentional butâ an actual kiss. You need it.Â
He seems pleased by it though, with the way his tongue immediately asks for more. One hand moves to brace your cheek, the other still fucking into you so good that you canât keep a single moan down. He takes full control of the initiated kiss solely because you kissed him first. Almost hungrily, he licks into your mouth with his own muffled groan, encouraging you to keep being pretty like this. Just so you can see what heâll do to you.Â
And, damn. He guides your body like a puppet, stiffening his shoulders when he licks into your mouth and threatening to pull away by raising himself up just a bit. He knew youâd chase the kiss, and you do. You lift with him, your ass lifting from the chair just to keep his tongue against yours, and he takes the elevated position and angles his hand just a bit. There, his fingers fuck into you harder, faster, so much fucking deeper untilâ you feel his fingers stop at a painfully deep spot inside of you.Â
He pulls back from the kiss, looking down between your bodies, and your eyes follow his gaze. Right there, heâs placed his knee up against his own wrist, forcing his fingers to remain deep and unmoving in you.Â
You take in a sharp inhale, seeing the way he lets your body fall back to the seat of the chair, only forcing him to skew his fingers andâ âOh, god!â
You moan out so suddenly that it even shocks him for a moment, but he takes your weakness and uses it to his advantage. Quickly, he licks into your moaning mouth, tickling his fingers upwards, pulling even more animalistic sounds from you.Â
âYeah?â He whispers frantically, so turned on by the way your entire body stiffens. âRight there?â He continues, leaning his full body weight forward with his knee, wincing at the way he presses his cock against anything he can find in the process, just to get you off right here, right now.Â
You nod just as frantically, toes curling, arms shooting to the chair in a form that should appear as discomfort, but really youâre just bracing yourself through the tensing of your muscles before all of them relax and pulse at once.Â
Your ears pop, but you can still hear your desperate cries of his name somewhere distant. You can even hear him, humming and encouraging your orgasm. You wish you could hold your eyes open to see him, to grab him and force him to fuck his fingers hard into you. God, you could take it right now. You could take just about anything to heighten this feeling of stars bursting behind your eyelids.Â
Somehow though, itâs like he knows. Half-way through your orgasm, you feel the weight between your legs shift and his fingers start moving again. Still, your eyes are squeezed shut, and you can't help but to lunge forward and hug against his neck, clinging to him through the prolonged orgasm that his fingers alone have brought to you.Â
âSqueezing me so tightââ Sunghoon groans, unsure of if heâs referring to the way your needy cunt crowds his fingers, or the way you cling to him like a lost pet, begging for him to never leave your sight. âFuck, youâre so pretty like this.â
You hear those words over any of his others. So clear in your head as you snap your head up and look at him. You see him lower his gaze, but your grip doesnât quite allow him to actually look down at you. Not when he has to physically hold you up anyway. Still, he looks amused up there, knowing that single compliment mustâve hit somewhere inside of you.
Youâre not sure why, through all this, Sunghoon calling you pretty makes it so much more intimate. And even as your legs continue to shake, and you release your death grip hug on him, he keeps himself crowded up to you. Heâs somehow out of breath just like you are, relishing in the calm silence of your post orgasm as heâŠJesus.
Itâs not just your imagination. Somehow, it is intimate. Itâs the way he pulls his fingers out and both hands shoot to your face. First, he kisses you as if youâre a long lost love. Deeply, slowly. Then, heâs putting one hand at the small of your back, nudging his knee right back between your legs, and pulling you right up against him.Â
âWho did you cum for?â Sunghoon asks, pulling back just to lick against your lips and stare directly down at you. âSay my name.â
You donât hesitate, echoing out with a winced expression, still so out of breath while rubbing your clit to the expanse of his thigh.Â
âSu-Sunghoo-Sunghoon-âÂ
âYeah?â He encourages you, hearing his name heat his ears up. He moves his pussy-slicked fingers to your mouth while you cry his name, and easily presses your tongue down with them, sliding the digits further and further down your throat. âSunghoon.â He says his own name. âSay it again.â
You gag around his fingers, unable to obey his demand.Â
âSungââ He inspects the way your tongue struggles against the intrusion in your mouth. âHoon.âÂ
You swallow around them now, sputtering, tears now running down the outer apples of your cheeks. He watches you do it too, wondering how good that would feel if it were his cock youâre swallowing around. Knowing youâd probably do it for him if he wanted to right now.Â
ButâŠhe needs more than that. Despite how delicious you look while gagging, his cock has been neglected and he needs to fuck out the stress from the past however long youâve been avoiding him. Itâs like his brain breaks with the action as he watches you take his fingers in whatever way he offers. You let him do whatever he wants. Youâre obeying.Â
âUp.â He suddenly says, pulling all physical contact with you away as he turns, steps out of the pants restricting his ankles, and swipes every pen, file, and picture frame off his desk. âCome here, baby.â
You feel like youâre melted to this chair right now, in all honesty. Youâre still trying to catch your breath just from touching his cock before he decided to make you see fucking stars, to think you can stand right now is insane.
So, when you donât immediately hop up and throw yourself onto his desk, he turns to look at you.Â
Youâre splayed out, legs still spread, toes still curled. Your chest is heaving to breathe, eyes wild and lips so fucking kissable.Â
âOh, fuck.â He sighs to himself in realization, relishing in the image of you heâs only recently been craving. âLook at you.â
You lift your arm to hide your face, feeling apologetic for the way youâve lost the ability to exist as an active participant right now. Even more apologetic when you glance down at how fucking hard his cock is. Raging hard, so pretty with the tip sputtering precum for god knows how long.Â
He watches you stare, and lends you a few moments to catch your breath by gripping it himself. Leaning himself against his desk and twisting his wrist with a tight grip at the base.Â
âIs this how you looked at me when I did this before?â He asks, flicking his wrist still with each drag. âSo out of it, you look like such a mess, babe.â
You find yourself humming a confirmation to him as you watch, almost reverting back to who you were during that first session. Unseen, only heard, all while you got to see him pleasure himself to almost nothing. You gave him nothing.Â
Youâve still only given him nothing.Â
And so, very slowly, you force yourself to stand on shaking legs to take those two strides to his desk. Something inside of you tingles when he drops his cock and opens his arms for you, like a good boss would do in this situation. Supporting your unbalanced weight, letting you walk into his comforting grasp.Â
âSaid my name so pretty, you know.â He comments gently when he holds you close to him. Hands reaching down from the grip around your waist just to grab both of your fleshy ass checks and squeeze them. âYou want more, yes?â
Heâs quick to the point, only allowing the short and sweet moments to last just enough for them to stick in your head. Just enough to have questions about his actions. Just enough to give him anything, everything, he could want if it involves your body.
You nod almost shyly, dipping your head down and leaning against his chest.Â
âLet's get this off of you then.â He smiles with a gentle voice, reaching to the hem of your shirt and pulling it straight up, watching how you lift your arms to help him. âMhmââ He hums again, loving how the bra drags off of you along with the shirt. He lets both of his hands brush your nipples before he goes back to gripping your ass cheeks and spreading them.Â
Spreading them so wide that, once again, you have to lift on your toes just to let him play with your body. Which, oh man. Always wearing his button down shirts, his blazers, his long-sleeve shirts. You canât help it when you tug at the opened fabric of his shirt, asking silently that he shake it off. Wanting to see his arms, wanting to see the strength in them.
And he does it without hesitation, letting his hands fall from you just for a moment to shake his shirt off, only now hugging against you again and forcing a position change. He turns both of you so now youâre up against his desk, and heâs standing in front of you.
Itâs easy for him to push you back in a kiss. Your legs open for him on instinct anyway, so he need not worry about prying those legs open again. You do just as expected when he pushes you too. Your ass hits the desk and you lift on your toes to sit on it. Your legs spread wider, making room for him to step even closer, cock right up against you when he closes any amount of distance, and still? Heâs kissing you.Â
All across your face, down your neck, back to your lips. And his hands just keep feeling. Massaging your tits, lending small taps to your ass, holding your chin, jaw, neck, and thenâŠhe runs them through your hair.Â
The feeling is so good you almost forget how youâve been trying to steal a glimpse of his flexing arms as he grabs at you. Goosebumps prickle and you let out a groan at the pleasure of it. He keeps one hand there now, smiling against his kiss to your ear.Â
âYou like being pampered?â He asks, now gripping a fist full of your hair and skewing your neck to the side. âLike being moved around like a puppet?â
Never once have you thought about your sex life that way, but when you think about itâŠmaybe. After all, you did enjoy being told when and how to touch yourself, being allowed or forbidden from cumming. Now, with him quite literally moving you around with just a simple grip of your hair? Yeah.Â
âBy youââ You mutter out as you open your eyes, staring at the ceiling and feeling his tongue lap against your earlobe.Â
âJust me?â He leans back, using that same grip in your hair to force you to look at him. âYouâd give me that power?â
You nod against the grasp, lips falling open in a moan despite not being pleasured by anything aside from the stinging against your scalp as he pulls little hairs a bit too tightly.Â
âYou knowââ Sunghoon starts now, pressing his hips forward, dropping his other hand to his cock and slapping it right against your weeping cunt. âIf I had known you were this dirty...âHe sighs out at the image in his head, thinking back to all those times he silently complimented you in his head. Back then, never would he have made comments about your legs out loud, or how your tits would look in certain shirts. Thinking back now, heâs always found you quite beautiful.
Quite fuckable, even.Â
You listen to the silence waiting for him to continue, feeling the way he presses the hardened head of his length against your clit repeatedly.Â
âI would have propped you up on this desk months ago,â He smiles now, leaning in real close to your ear as his grip in your hair loosens just a bit. âCouldâve had you moaning my name this whole time.â
Then, you feel it. The way he adjusts his weeping cock lower, prodding at your hole just a bit until his tip is entirely enveloped by your clenching walls.Â
You swallow a moan and hold your breath, legs shooting around his waist and instinctively trying to force his hips to move forward, trying to force him to penetrate you deeper.
âShh,â He coos out, holding his hips firm and not letting you control his movements. Then, he kisses just under your ear before peppering them all the way back to your lips. He doesnât kiss you though, no, he chuckles at you for trying. Watching you let your tongue fall from your mouth, inspecting the way youâre entirely in tune for him right now. âYou really want it, donât you?â He whispers just above your lips. âWant me to fuck you right here, right now?â
You nod absentmindedly, legs still trying to force him to move, arms clinging under his biceps, head still forced into whatever position he keeps it in by the hair.Â
âPleaseâSunghoon.â You cry in a small voice, feeling as if youâre going insane by the feeling of his tip sitting comfortably in you.Â
âYouâre so cute.â He smiles, lending you another inch of his length before letting his hand fall from your hair. There, he grips your waist instead, letting a strained grunt fall from his own lips this time. Heâs really trying to remain collected about this, and heâs unsure himself why heâs enjoying the act of teasing you like this. He feels like heâs teasing himself more than you right now, seeing as how itâs taking everything in him not to stuff his cock into you hard and fast. âSoâso, fucking cute.â
You clench around the few inches in you and it appears thatâs all he needed to break entirely. Is he controlling you, or are you controlling him?Â
Honestly, who gives a fuck?
You feel his arms shake when he plants them at either side of you, pointing his cock straight into you and sliding in fully. Thereâs a groan from him that you want to hear so badly, but your own heart beat is thumping in your ears so loudly that you miss half of it.Â
The stretch is delicious, and the fact that itâs Sunghoon doing this to you makes this all the more enjoyable. The man who youâve seen day after day, now holding himself up on the desk youâve signed papers on with and for him? All so he can angle his hips and shove his cock in? Just to let his arms frantically wrap around your waist? Just so he can scoot you forward on this desk, using your leaking slick to slide you back and forth in time with his hips?Â
That groan you wanted to hear? He hasnât stopped. Heâs essentially, controlling the entire situation and when you half open your eyes to witness his face, youâre forced to roll your eyes back in a moan matching his.Â
Heâs fucking you so deeply right now that all you can do is moan, all you can do is forget the embarrassment, the victimization, the way heâs doing this to you despite the risk of reality crumbling. He could lose his job, you could lose yours, and yet stillâ heâs fucking you like he doesnât care.
So, you choose not to care either in the form of grabbing his hair, forcing his head back, and attaching your lips right against his adams apple. You feel him swallow and breathe out a shocked sound, and then? You suck.
Intentionally, you suck, bite, and lick, harder and harder until thereâs a deep purple mark there. He doesnât even fight it, though you feel him try to move his head just to keep you from going too insane with it. You donât care though, because still you feel his cock splitting you open, forcing you to adjust to him.Â
âAh,â Sunghoon lets out another breath with that familiar chuckle, âMarking me now?âÂ
You hum a confirmation as you move to a new spot on his neck, absolutely fucking marking him. Feeling devastated by the idea that heâd do this with any other employee. Or any other person in general.Â
âMaking me all yours, huh?â He continues with his cocky words, feeling the way your pussy clenches him tightly, dripping all over his desk. Heâd let you make him yours, with or without the bruising from your mouth.Â
âMhm.â You hum pleasantly, letting out little yelps each time he slams into you. Letting out full moans each time his arms wrap around your waist tighter.Â
You continue with the act, littering his pretty neck with your touch and loving how he just lets you. Knowing that heâll show up at work tomorrow looking a bit tired, but glowing nonetheless, trying to hide all these marks with that tight-necked collar he likes to wear.Â
âWhatever you want.â He breathes, letting his hips lose rhythm for just a moment as he feels his muscles tighten. âFuck, youâre still so tight.âÂ
You feel like youâre on top of the world as he compliments you, to the point youâre not sure when youâll cum because your whole body has seemingly been feeling euphoria anyway. Everything feels good, even if his cock reaches deep enough to cause little jolts of pain. The sound of the desk scooting back through the force of his hips is enough to make you take it. Enough to squeeze your legs around him tighter, enough to clench, enough toâ forget what youâre doing and let yourself fall into it with him.
Your head falls back from his neck and you pant out little half-calls of his name with each thrust. Your legs loosen from around him too, but his grip on your waist only pushes you back on his desk. Until heâs leaning forward so hard with each thrust that suddenly your back meets the cold wood.
Sandwiched between him and his desk, he follows the action, his hands quickly moving from your waist to your tits, pushing them together just so he can nuzzle his face between them.
There, you look at him. You really look at him.Â
What a messy, messy, man. Always so pristine during working hours, now looking so wrecked and out of it as he chases a pleasure that you hope only you can give to him.Â
âMr. Parkââ You sigh out in a pleasant voice, watching the way he sucks your tit into his mouth before his eyes open wide just so he can look up at you through each thrust. âHarder.â
You can physically see the way his eyes darken when he pops off from your tit, hands now going back to the desk as he hovers over you and intentionally rolls his hips.Â
You feel his cock loosen you up painfully before he intentionally fucks into you. Dragging all the way out, just to push forward in a deep and painful thrust. Over and over again, all while heâs staring straight into your eyes.
As you look up at him, you see the intent in his face. The way he wants to give you exactly what you want. Sweat shining from his cheeks, his neck littered with pretty colors. Oh, heâs actually heavenly when he fucks.Â
Better than what you thought that guy on camera would have been. Heâs not nonchalant like he was when he was performing. Heâs entirely in tune with you and what you want. Like what you want is what he wants.Â
You can tell heâs paying no mind to his own face or expression, blatantly putting all of his thoughts into how heâs pleasuring you, his eyes searching your face to tell him heâs doing well. To tell him you feel good, to tell him youâre close orâ
âFuckââ He sighs out, teeth tracing his bottom lip as he glances up, keeping pace with the way heâs been plunging into you. âI canât keep looking at you,â
You smile, feeling dazed and far away. It feels like itâs just you and him. Youâre not in his office, on a desk, or doing anything you shouldnât be doing.Â
âYou hear me?â He drops his body weight on you again, letting his hips move freely as he chases and chases. âIâm so close.â
Oh.Â
âThen look at me.â You huff out, now shooting a hand between his flexed abs and simplyâŠtouching your clit once.
 âOhâshit.âÂ
It hits you so fast. Just a simple touch causes your pussy to clench Sunghoon so tightly that he mimics your sound.Â
âAh, fuck- fuck,â His voice sounds frantic as he tries to pull out, only to feel your legs shoot back around him. This time, he lets you force him to stay. He lets those legs of yours push him back in, so deep that he knows he canât fight. âNo, noââ He chokes out, uncaring if his hips show you that heâs lying with his words. âIâm cummingâ I need toââ
âStay!â You shake beneath him but your voice sounds pleading, pressing once more to your clit before letting it go. You clench him again, essentially letting your body finish him off. Letting those clenches squeeze him so tightly, making sure he couldnât fathom ever wasting his cum. âDonât pull out.â
He doesnât. In fact, he presses impossibly deeper, trying to bury his cock into you to the point it even pains him. Arms shaking as he tries to hold himself up again, only to drop his lips to yours under his own weight. His hips are so tense between your legs, his cock is so stiff that you can feel each pumped release, and still youâre experiencing your own euphoria through it.Â
To the point your toes are curling and you barely notice the way you leave welts across his back from your fingernails through the intense orgasm. To the point his slack lips against yours feel more natural than anything else. Not kissing, just close. So close thatâ
He kisses you.Â
After itâs all said and done, he still kisses you breathlessly. Passionately almost, clinging to you as his cock twitches as it grows flaccid inside of you.
He doesnât pull out, he justâŠkisses.
And as you lay against his wooden desk, body coming down from the pleasure youâve felt more than once within the past hour, all you can do is let your brain think on its own. Without shame, without embarrassment or anxiety.Â
You thought Sunghoon would have been in control the whole time. Teasing you, maybe even making this experience more painful than it needs to be. But no, heâŠ
Heâs soft. Gentle, almost.Â
Only now do you recognize that as badly as he probably wants to appear harsh, like the confident man he is on camera, you think he needs something else. Not just power, not just money or control. Not even just fucking.Â
You thinkâŠmaybe, Sunghoon needs connection.Â
Intimacy.Â
And thatâs proven when he does finally stand on his own buckled knees, pulling you up with him into a hug where he still kisses you. Up until he takes that shirt you unbuttoned and holds it between your legs, scratching the back of his neck with a shy glance at you.Â
âSorry for the mess.â He echoes in a meek voice, holding that shirt firm against you. âGuess I just couldnât help myself.â
ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»
Days later, you find yourself in his bed. Which should have been expected probably. Still doesnât change the fact that every few hours, you remind yourself the reality of the situation.
Itâs not just any bed youâre in. Itâs Sunghoonâs bed.Â
âOh, right. The promotion.â Sunghoon suddenly calls out mid-episode.Â
Youâve been here with him all day. To the point neither of you bother to put on clothes now because you know the spark will come back at any given time and youâll be all over each other again. Still, lazing in his bed with him on a Saturday afternoon is nice.Â
âIâve been a bit occupied butâ the interviews for the assistant position has been pushed back a bit due to you not coming to work. I was supposed to notify you when you got back, but you know, we had prioritiesââÂ
Sunghoon sighs, embarrassed. Itâs nice actually, seeing him in his natural element. Allowing you to see him as more than just the guy that wears a suit and tie every day at work.Â
âUnrelated to usâŠdoing this, but, youâre up for the interview. Just need to schedule it with me. If you still want to be my assistant, I mean.â
âOh, I can only imagine what that could entail.â
Sunghoon seems offended by this remark as he pulls back with furrowed brows.
âExcuse me?â
âDid you fuck the last one too?â You give him a playful smile, prodding at his soft-skinned chest.
âAbsolutely not?!âÂ
âYouâre still gonna fuck me too though, right? Even if Iâm constantly having to nag you for signatures and meetings?âÂ
Sunghoon stares at you before smiling.Â
âWell, let's see if you get the job anyway. Rhonda from Marketing is applying too.â
You lend a half-joke gag at him.Â
âIs it too forward to ask for special attention for the position along with a sexual favor?â You tread the thin line. âIâm half joking but wouldnât it be likeâŠnormal for us to be seen around each other at work if Iâm working a job that requires it?â
Sunghoon thinks hard.
âYouâre really asking to fuck your way up the ladder?â
âArenât you the one who offered it so I wouldnât tell your dirty little secret?â You narrow your eyes at him. âBut no, Iâm asking for the job Iâve been trying to earn for ages. Besides, Iâd still fuck you anyway.â
âFair.â Sunghoon thinks harder still. âRhonda would probably find out too, if she were to get the position anyway, considering my assistants are often intertwined in my personal business as well.â
âOh, Iâm personal business now?â
âBabe, my hand has been on your tit for an hour now.âÂ
Well, heâs not wrong.
âRhonda is really close with HR tooâŠâ You trail off, feeling a bit anxious. âI think sheâd hold it over both of us if she found out.âÂ
âIn all fairness, youâve been considered for the job more than a few times the past few months. Rhonda only applied during your two week avoidance of me. The reason sheâs even up for the position is because my boss thinks youâre too flaky.âÂ
Oh, so you have a chance with or without putting his dick in your mouth again?
âWho else has applied?â
âConfidential.â Sunghoon shrugs. âI still have to follow company rules even if weâre breaking a few of them right now. What I can tell you is, over fifteen other candidates have already been phased out by me personally.âÂ
You pause.
âWhy?â
âBad matches, mostly. Two of them have been caught talking shit about me through the company emails, and the others? Many outside applicants, all freshman college students with strict schedules.â
âBeing my assistant is not an easy job, and even before all of this, youâve practically been doing the job already, better than the current assistant I have.â
You damn fucking right you have.
âHow many are still in the running?â
âTwo.â
Oh, this job is soooooo yours.Â
âJust, one more thing.â Sunghoon sighs. âIf you get this job, we cannot be fucking in my office. No sexual stuff at work. We can take lunch together, or Iâll bring you home after work, but absolutely nothing at work.â
Oh, he thinks you want him that badly?Â
âWho says I need to fuck you during work hours anyway? I know how to control myself.â
âItâs not you who Iâm worried about.â Sunghoon looks away, biting the inside of his cheek.
âYeah?â You smile. âYou gonna be calling me into your office just to torture yourself?â
âOh, absolutely.âÂ
ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»
pls remember to leave feedback and reblog! :D love you!
3K notes
·
View notes