#jann mardenborough fanfiction

[r4vn]

—LATE BLOSSOM (cont.)

farleıgh x reader 【2/3】

w.c: 4,251

part ¹: here.

disclaimers: sensual tension, dilf!farleigh, secretary!reader, mentions of drugs, farleigh has a kid, fluff??, filler episode, company AU!, hot and bothered, no smut (patience young padawan), cutesy,

—synopsis: youre babysitting your boss's kid for the day in his mansion of a home. as interesting as mr.start was, couldnt help but wonder more about him and his son. maybe something blooms between the two of you by the end of the evening.

a/n: i enjoyed writing this one sm! you guys know i enjoy my intricate details of describing things. i rlly like to paint the picture. i will eagle-eye proofread again later..lol all love! enjoy! as always, sorry for typos!

– part ³: coming soon.

「divider by @/ cafekitsune 」

you walked up to the grand entrance of farleigh's estate. you were nervous, but also severely curious. before you could even knock, the big mahogany door opened to reveal a farleigh start in a half-done suit. his shirt was half buttoned and his tie was undone. he looked even more attractive in tousled clothing and you had to stop your mind from wandering anywhere else but the present. farleigh smiled welcomingly towards you and stepped to the side for you to step in.

"good afternoon, [y/n]." he greeted tenderly. you walked in with a smile, chuckling. you could feel your face gain color at the sight of him.

"good afternoon, sir." you replied. farleigh scoffed playfully, waving a hand in the air.

"farleigh is just fine [y/n], we aren't at work." you didn't know how to respond, only nodding bashfully. you made a mental note to try your best to remember to call him by his first name outside of work. your eyes finally ripped away from your boss who was leading you through the main open room, the sight of the home's interior nearly taking your breath away. the marbled, checkered tiles complimented the rest of the renaissance aged home, decorated with velvet tufted chairs and couches. throughout the hallways you walked with your boss, some had beautifully trimmed pieces of wall tables edged with baroque, golden-plated trims, along with nearly all the furniture in the rooms.

"i take it you're a bit starstruck, [y/n]." the brunette chuckled softly as you could only stare in awe at everything. you nodded, following closely as he continued to give you the tour. as he showed you rooms such as the common area, guest rooms, the kitchen, the library and even his room. you made sure to take a mental snapshot of his room. you didn't know why, but it was a gorgeous room with elegant pieces of furniture.

"not to be stereotypical sir, but how does one like you, inherit such a company?" you inquired, almost immediately regret asking after hearing your words aloud.

"as in how does an american like me take over a british estate?" farleigh corrected you. it made you mentally cringe. you felt like a slight bigot for such a question. farleigh smiled at you again, buttoning his shirt as he walked.

"don't worry, i'm not offended, heh." you didn't know how he knew the topic made you tense, maybe your poker face wasn't as good as you think. "i am related to the family. my mother is the sister of sir james catton, and so i am nephew to lady elspeth and cousin to sir felix. after mr. and mrs. catton passed, venetia did not want it and felix left to pursue his own dreams in life, i was the closest to the family. therefore, it was passed down to me.”

you 'ohh'ed' and nodded understandably. you didn't know he was so close with the catton's. of course you could have done research, but it is always more interesting to hear from the source itself.

"if your mum is related to sir james, does that mean your dad is from the states?" you asked, half knowing the answer. farleigh turns and nods to you, tieing his black tie swiftly as he walked.

"yes, my father is american and my mother is british. the life of a mutt." farleigh grinned playfully. you playfully rolled your eyes at the cheeky brunette, loving that he always has a refreshing sense of humor.

"we are headed to the tv room, where my son is. are you nervous to meet him?" mr.start asked, glancing at you.

a shot of anxiety filled your chest like a small heart attack. you were very curious to meet the son of your boss, but what if he didnt like you? anything could happen, and you didn't want to jeopardize your job in any way.

"i must say i am a bit nervous, sir." you laughed sheepishly, farleigh stopped treading only a couple steps from a cracked open door. you could hear faint sounds from the room, sounding like a tv. farleigh placed his hands on your shoulders, the action not helping your fast heart rate in any way.

"i promise, you will do great. he's a good kid so don't worry." farleigh flashed another reassuring smile before heading into the room. "benji? i'd like you to meet someone bud." you followed farleigh into the room, seeing a nearly much smaller miniature version of your boss. the kid was a near spitting image of his father and had turned to you from the tv, giving you a big toothy smile.

"hello miss! i’m benjamin." he greeted. you nearly gushed at the sight of him. he had his father's skin tone and tight curls, along with prominent features such as his nose and eye shape. though his eyes were a shade of a lighter, honey brown.

"well hello benjamin. i am [y/n]. i'm going to be your babysitter today." you greeted, smiling sweetly. farleigh smiled at your interaction with his son. he checked the time, wincing audibly before kneeling in front of benjamin.

"now benji, i do have to leave. but i will be back tonight to put you to bed. please be good for the maids and for miss [y/n], alright bud?" the miniature brunette nodded vigorously, giggling as farleigh kissed his forehead. farleigh stood and turned to you, clasping his hands together.

"thank you so much for doing this [y/n], you have no idea how much this means to me. i will see you two tonight, alright?" you nodded at him, waving him off as he exited the room.

°°°

within the first two hours, you and benjamin sat in the tv room simply chatting about whatever a 6 year old boy likes to chat about. from dinosaurs, to race cars, to kid shows and even academics, benjamin was quite the intelligent kid. you weren't as nervous as before, and enjoyed the little runt's company. he was very well reserved for a child his age and was not as overstimulating as you thought he would be. one quirk you noticed was that he knew a lot about dinosaurs, and it was the most adorable thing in the world.

"did you know the name triceratops is greek for three-horned face miss [y/n]?" benji asked, playing with his dinosaur figurines on the low wooden table.

"no i did not. isn't that kind of crazy? imagine having three huge horns on your face." you grinned and poked both of benji's cheeks before poking his nose last. the boy giggled at the pokes, retracting from your hands from most likely being ticklish.

"they also weight like, 13 tons! thats like how much a building weighs or something!" the small brunette exclaimed while holding his arms out wide to demonstrate the 'size of a building.' you couldn't help but giggle at his actions, finding it too cute. he had more of a british accent than farleigh did, most likely from school.

getting a bit bored from the tv, benjamin asked the maid in the room for his coloring books. he had asked you if you wanted to color with him, of course not denying the request. he had 3 different books; a dinosaur one, a racecar one, and an overall educational one. benji colored in the dinosaur book while you colored a page in the racecar one.

"miss [y/n], are you my new mommy?" the boy quieres. you nearly choked on the crisps you were snacking on, having to clear your throat for a handful of seconds before answering.

"uhm– no sweetheart," your face had gathered warmth quickly, glancing at the maid who clearly held back a smile. "i actually work with your father. i am a secretary, someone who helps him with things like lunch and scheduling meetings."

"ohhhhh ..like a maid?" benji continues. you pause for a moment and think about his words. he wasn't technically wrong. it sometimes felt like that but you never minded it. it was quite literally your job.

"i guess you could say that, only i don’t clean and cook. i hope you behave for the butlers and maids here, benji." benji nods with another big grin while giggling.

"yes i do! i promise! but i was just wondering. i haven't seen my mom in ...i dunno, whats 3 years? a thousand days?" your heart dropped at the sudden turn in topic, forcing a small smile as you watched him continue to color.

"something like that," you responded more gently. "do you remember her?" benjamin hummed. he was thinking of an answer but clearly was more focused on the t-rex on the piece of paper he was coloring. he shrugs and picks up a green colored crayon. "brown hair, brown eyeballs, uhh thats all i sort of know hehe.." you nod, feeling a sudden wave of melancholy gently wash over you as your mind wanders to your own family.

"i get that, i can't remember my dad much." you shrugged. you picked up a green crayon and began making it the accent color of your red racecar, making sure to stay in the lines.

"i love my dad!" benji suddenly exclaimed, causing you to smile again. you gently rubbed his head full of curls. they reminded you of his fathers. you always wanted to touch farleigh's curls.

"mommy left after a big loud argument with daddy. they were using words i can't say until i graduate college, that's what daddy said at least," you paused your coloring, looking at the boy who still seemed bothered at speaking about such a topic while drawing on some dinosaurs.

"they were yelling about things like daddy's job and how mommy was always sad all the time and uh...doing lines on tables?" your breath hitched, trying not to look shocked in front of the housekeeper. you did sneak a glance to her, who averted her gaze.

"i also draw lines on tables but only with my fingers hehe. then one day mommy kissed my head and left with a suitcase. she told me to grow up big and strong aaaand look at me! big and strong!!" benji smiled, holding up his arms. your smile was slowly turned into a sad one. you couldn't help it. hearing such an innocent kid talk about a topic only you can fully comprehend sets an achy feeling in your chest. you decided it was time to change the atmosphere.

"hey, i'm feeling some homemade pizza. what about i go start in the kitchen while you finish up here with your drawing okay?" benjamin's eyes lit up like a starry night in the sky as the mention of pizza.

"okay!! i want to cut out this after im done and miss margaret will walk me into the kitchen!" you give a thumbs up to the boy and a silent agreeing smile to margaret before exiting the room. you admit you did slightly wander the halls for a minute or two and took the longer way to the kitchen just to adore the home itself. you loved the old yet elegant feeling of the entire place. you felt like sort of royalty, wondering how it would be like to even live in a place like this.

eventually you made it to the kitchen and noticed how it looked untouched. you turn to the butler who was dusting off a painting on the wall, hoping to not seem like a bother.

"sir? are there ingredients to make a homemade pizza in this kitchen?" you asked in a more polite tone than usual. the man stops what he is doing to turn to you. he wore an almost neutral expression but even then, you felt your presence was merely enough to annoy him.

"there are two kitchens, madam. this is the front kitchen, where they keep beverages, sweets and snacks in the cabinets and refrigerator. the back kitchen is where the chef and cooks keep most of the ingredients when they cook for sir farleigh and sir benjamin." you nodded, thanking him for the information given before leaving him alone quickly. you wandered to the back of the kitchen where many cooks were prepping food, probably for the following days. you spoke to the chef and told him how you wanted to simply make homemade pizza using the front kitchen stove, and he happily helped you. he brought out the ingredients and placed them on the granite island in the front kitchen. the finest kneaded dough, marinara sauce, 3 varieties of cheeses and several fresh pizza toppings.

while finishing up, you heard a noise from the hallway. it was a brief noise, but what it had sounded like alarmed you. you briskly shuffled into the hallway to see margaret coming to you with benjamin, who has tears running down his face. you immediately ran to his aid, kneeling down toward the boy's height.

"margaret what happened?" you gasped out. there was blood on his small hands along with margaret’s who was holding a wet gray cloth to his hand to stop the bleeding.

"i-im sorry madam. i had looked away for just a moment while he was cutting his drawing out and he nicked himself. there is first aid in the library." the women spoke frantically. you immediately picked up benji and rushed to the library. when the three of you arrived, margaret immediately grabbed the first aid from the shelf. you sat benji down in one of the chairs, speaking to him reassuringly to calm the scared boy down.

"i-it hurts [y/n]." he cried. you continued to press the wet rag to his wound and cupped his small face.

"i know sweetheart. it's okay, you're going to be alright. c'mere." you hushed and cooed the boy reassuringly, holding him in your lap as you rocked him. you silently told margaret to hold off for a moment, just to get him to calm down. you knew hand cuts tend to bleed for a bit before the wound would clot itself and so to distract benjamin, you hummed a small lullaby to soothe him. as you held the rag securely to his hand, your other hand held his head to your chest as you hummed quietly into his ears. within a matter of minutes his cries slowed to small sniffles and hiccups.

the tension in the room lifted and you finally let margaret treat his wound while he sat in your lap. when you finally removed the rag, the cut was as expected a small nick on his thumb. benji sat calmly as margaret gingerly cleaned his cut with a q-tip, placed a then layer or ointment over it and wrapped a blue bandaid around his finger.

"you did so good benji. i think you deserve a treat." you praised. benji looked up at you with his glassy hazel eyes, finally showing a cheeky grin.

"like pizza?" he questioned. you laughed at the unexpected guess but simply nodded. your eyes glanced over at margaret who mouthed a small 'thank you.' your chest warmed and you accepted it, finally taking benjamin to the kitchen to make pizza.

°°°

"[y/n]? benji? im home!" farleigh yelled through out the home whilst walking through the door.

"daddy!!" benji yelled, running towards his father across the main common room. farleigh immediately smile and picked up his son, kissing his head.

"hey buddy, were you good for miss [y/n]?" benjamin nodded excitedly, giggling as his father tickled him. you arrived seconds later after benjamin and beamed at the sight of your boss.

"hello sir. i hope the event was nice." you started. farleigh sighed deeply, painting on a smile. past the smile you could see he needed a lending ear.

"it was surely eventful. let's get this little kiddo to bed first." you agreed and followed farleigh to benjamin's room. the tall brunette helped his miniature copy into his pajamas and laid him down in bed. you sat farther to the end of the bed to let them have their moment.

"daddy i had a really good day. i watched tv, drew dinosaurs, talked about dinosaurs, and i made pizza!" benji exclaimed.

"oh you made pizza?" farleigh questioned, a hint of genuine surprise lacing his tone as he briefly turned to you. benji confirmed again and suddenly showed his blue bandaid, making your heart drop.

"yes. i also hurt myself while trying to cut out my drawing. but miss [y/n] helped me calm down as miss margaret placed the bandaid on it hehe." farleigh held up his sons hand, gently kissing the wounded finger with a smaller smile as he glanced over at you.

"i was wondering what happened when i walked in. but i am glad youre okay, bub. get some sleep, okay?" just as farleigh was about to tuck him in, benjamin protested and sat up quickly. suddenly he crawled over to the end of his bed where you were and gave you a big hug. as you were slightly taken aback, you wrapped your arms around the child, blushing as he kissed your cheek before he climbed right back into bed. farleigh kissed him goodnight before the two of you left his room quietly.

the air seemed to thicken as you walked just seconds short behind farleigh. he walked back into the kitchen, where he had seen the wrapped leftover pizza on the island. you had made sure to clean up as you cooked, so there was minimal mess in the end. you didn't have time to put leftovers up since farleigh was pulling up to the estate at the time. farleigh opened the aluminum foil and took a slice of pizza, humming in approval at the taste.

"so," he started. "what happened?" you swallowed thickly. you couldn't read him. anyone knows if a parent came home to their child wounded they would be livid.

"i went to set up the ingredients for making the pizzas while margaret watched him for a handful of minutes and– and i heard the noise of a cry of some sort and i had seen margaret with a cloth to his hand.." you pause your words, watching as farleigh's fingers undid his tie silently. he rolled up his sleeves before opening the fridge to grab a chilled bottle of red wine. the bottle read 'la ruine. pinot noir.'

"we took him to the library where first aid was and as i calmed him, margaret treated his cut. im really sorry sir it was an honest mistake and i shouldnt of left him alone when he was usin–" you cut yourself short when farleigh suddenly walked up to you and placed his hands on both your shoulders.

"[y/n], sweetheart, its okay. he is a big boy, things happen. i'm not mad at you and its clear it was just an accident. benjamim was clearly fine also, yeah?" you stare up at your boss, nodding slowly at his words.

did he just call me sweetheart?

"y-yes ...sir." you stuttered out. your body temperature increased at his voice calling you a pet name and his touch. you didn't know how to react. farleigh felt your tense arms relax under his touch and he smiled. he opened a higher cabinet, grabbing two crystal glasses and placed them on the island.

"have a glass of wine with me. i think it will ease both of our nerves." the brunette suggested, pouring you both half a glass. you thanked him and sipped the red, the taste immediately making you smile. you looked at farleigh, who had already down his glass with a slight groan at the end. work must of stressed him out today, because he filled his glass halfway again and downed it quickly once more. this time in 2 gulps instead of one.

"heavy day, sir?" you hummed, chuckling sheepishly. farleigh sighed in response, nodding as he poured his third glass. instead of downing it, he kept it on the granite island and placed the bottle to the side.

"i apologize for downing those glasses in front of you like that, wasn't very gentlemen-like of me. but yes today was simply, very overstimulating." farleigh groaned, rubbing his temples at the mere thought of the business event. he went into the pantry and grabbed a half opened bar of chocolate, breaking off a piece to eat. he sipped his glass after with a hum of content.

"may i ask just a summary of your day?" you continued. you took a larger sip of your glass to catch up with farleigh, who was already 2 drinks in.

"it was a beautiful venue and all. some men had their secretaries doing their bidding which made me wish i had you there. not to do everything for me, like you normally do, but to have company. thank you again for babysitting benjamin for me." farleigh tipped his glass to you before drinking from it again.

"it was merely just a lot of conversing about business, laughing at– excuse me but –shitty jokes and poorly made horderves. the live music was beautiful though." you chuckled at hearing farleigh swear. you had never heard him use such language besides the less stronger phrases like 'damn' or 'pain in the ass.' it was nice to see him loosen up.

"i would have loved to have joined you. but i must say, benjamin and i did have fun making pizza and coloring together. i think i can say i definitely had more fun than you, sir." you stated with a cheeky tone. you giggled as farleigh attempted to protest but clearly couldn't, agreeing with you.

"i would choose my son over rich old white men any day. here, try this. dark chocolate is good with red wine." farleigh handed you a small piece of dark chocolate broken off the bar, coaxing you to eat it. you rose a brow but did not question the man, popping the candy in your mouth. the chocolate almost immediately melted against your tongue and you followed the candy with a swing of red, not holding back your pleased expression from the taste. the fruity and spiced flavoring of the wine complimented the savory and slightly sweet piece of chocolate. you made a mental note to try it at home.

"good yeah?" mr.start teased, chuckling as he knew you were doing to enjoy it. you nodded at his words, pointing to the bottle for a refill.

"may i?" you queried. farleigh waved a hand, signaling for you to grab the bottle and you poured yourself another glass. farleigh felt his body becoming warmer, his first 2 glasses finally catching up to him. he casually leaned against the island while you were up against the counter directly across from him. there was maybe a space of about a yard between the two of you as you sipped your glasses, speaking of miscellaneous topics now. but there was no denying the tension in the room. you weren't going to acknowledge it and farleigh seemingly didn't mind it.

"yes i think tony's cafe has better coffee than the cafe on 63rd. it's also less busy and their mocha is much more, well, chocolate-y." farleigh hummed, scratching his scruffy jaw as he finished off his 3rd and final glass.

"tony's black coffee also isn't as bitter. it has that hint of floral notes, like hawaiian coffee. and– oh, hold on.." farleigh paused his words and leaned off the counter to enter your space. your breath hitched as he loomed over you, his hand raising towards your face. the pad of his thumb gently swiped over your cheek a couple of times and farleighs eyes never left your face.

"you had a little bit of flour on your face.." he murmured, making you laugh under your breath.

"probably from the pizza dough." you replied, the volume of your voice automatically decreasing at the close proximity. farleigh, who seemed to be in a daze, was finishing wiping the flour off but didnt move. his fingers simply stayed gently on your face. you didn't know how tipsy you were till you had subconsciously leaned into farleigh's hand, allowing him to cup the side of your face. though when you opened your eyes to see farleigh gazing at you with such eyes, you had realized the alcohol had gotten to you both, and it was time to leave. you swiftly cleared your throat which brought farleigh out of his daze, the man taking a step back for you to breathe.

"ah– ahem ..its getting late farleigh. i should get going–" you started.

"i can take you home." he suggested quickly. you laughed awkwardly, shaking your head at his request.

"sir, you are 3 drinks in. i don't think that's best." you mentioned. farleigh mentally slapped himself for the suggestion. he would never put your life in danger like that. he didn't push any further and simply nodded.

"i will tell margaret to let the chauffeur know. you have a nice evening, [y/n]. i'll see you tomorrow, and thank you again." farleigh flashed one last smile at you, grabbing the bottle and the chocolate to put them up.

"have a goodnight, sir." and with that, you turned your heel and made your way to the front door, not daring to sneak one last look. because you already felt his eyes watching you leave.

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[firemenenthusiast]

—“autumn”

jann mardenborough x fem!reader

summary: how many anniversaries could we actually get through ?

warnings: angst. read at your own risk

a/n: this has always been my favourite type of trope so rest assured, im totally fine and so excited to have written one myself (yippee😆)

“But you stuck around when I was down. And I'll owe you all my days”

anniversaries.

anniversaries is such a pure concept. a reminder of the exact day the paths of two stray souls intersect, a reminder for the beginning of a story, a reminder that maybe the universe isn’t pawning off of human misery afterall. jann loved anniversaries, he loved them so much so he went beyond his way to remind you of the day the paths of the stray soul within the both of you intersected. every single year, without fail would he plan something just to get to spend time with you, just to get to see you, in any way possible.

jann loved reliving the day he swore he was gonna spend the rest of his life with you, eventhough the two of you had just met. if he was to be offered the chance to be there again, in that park, bumping into you, he would snatch it off the offering hand so no one else would get there before him. again and again, no matter how long he’ll be stuck in the loop, no matter how much it’s violently clawing away every inch of his being. he would choose you, every. single. time, in a blink on an eye.

conveniently, today’s the anniversary of the day a really tall curlyhead made you drop the fresh pastry that was just handed to you by the nice cart uncle whom you saw almost every time you were strolling through the park. it was a major setback of your day, and you were close to erupt chaos of rage in the middle of the park seeing your pain au chocolat rolling on the ground helplessly, covered in dirt. at that time, the pastry seemed to be the only thing that could save you from a mental breakdown from a hell of a day you had just went through. so when a silly nerd decided he was gonna practise walking for the first time in his life and bumped into you, you felt like smacking him in the back of his head. if only you could actually reach it.

conveniently, the same silly nerd felt really bad about the whole situation, so much so he insisted on getting you a new one from the nice uncle’s cart. but this story would’ve ended right that moment if the nice uncle had more to offer. aparently the filth indulgent pastry on the ground was one of the few last ones he had to carry. it was in the evening after all, nobody were actually looking forward to some flaky, buttery goodness at that time. you were ready to accept everything the universe had planned for your misery that day, to just drag your feet home with slumped shoulders, tired eyes and tastebuds yearning for what could’ve been your sitting-by-the-fountain snack. and you did, but not without the silly nerd’s offer of getting you one the next day, as a repayment of his crooked steps that were the cause of the tragedy to the french, which of course, was the pastry on the ground.

conveniently, when you walked through the park the next day, on the same path you do every day after work, you saw the silly nerd again. only this time he didn’t look so silly, because in his hands were already two pain au chocolats, beautifully wrapped with a sheer paper, just in time for your arrival. it’s like he knew exactly when you were gonna come, and it’s like he knew that you weren’t gonna stood him up on that offer. in reality, it was nothing like that. he couldn’t get the nerves out of his system, and he almost bleed out his bottom lips from biting on them too hard in anticipation on whether you were gonna come.

he had every right to think that after the awkwardness and the clumsiness he displayed the day before, you were gonna think that he’s such a loser. and that such a beauty like you wouldn’t ever dare to even be in his presence ever again. he accepted that fact, he did. but he was willing to risk it, he was willing to appear stupid in that park again, holding two pastries in his hands like some kind of idiot. to his suprise, he got to see that pretty face again. the muscly organ behind his chest beat like it was gonna replace the pastry from the day before, on the ground, rolling in dirt. the universe owe him one for what happened, so what was actually displayed on his face when he saw you was a bright smile. a smile so bright that it was contagious, so bright that it jumped right onto your face too.

the two of you spent the rest of the evening by the fountain, enjoying the pastry together, realising that you enjoyed one another more than the deliciousness in your hands. the doors of your homes at that time welcomed the arrival of two people back home, separately ofcourse, noticing the obvious grins on your faces. it was almost cliche, and the story sounded like it jumped right out of a 90s romcom. only that those always end with a happy ending, making them the definition of cliche.

every thing seemed to be so conveniently sketched out in the story about the both of you, yet what actually made it all possible were the two hearts that tugged themselves towards each other, the willingness to make space for one another, and the fondness that was growing. yes, it all happened in a simple way, but what most people dont get is that simplicity is often overlooked. for the both of you, simplicity is what tied two beings together. loving you was simple for jann. it came almost like breathing for him, and it’s like he was dead for the first part of his life, before he met you. jann liked simple, but not as much as he loved you. if complexity is what he had to endure to keep you in his heart, to keep you close, then he’s willing to be demented for the rest of eternity.

jann had this routine he’d been doing since your very first anniversary, that he without fail would go over, sometimes even adding new things to the tradition he thought you’d like. walking down the pavement below his appartment, towards the cute little flowershop right beside the cafe, he already knew what he would get.

your flowers.

the flowers that he’d told you reminded him of you, and the flowers that he said represented you so well. he told you countless times whenever he’d get you those flowers that even with them beside you, you’re still so much prettier. and as corny as it might sound, you had to conceal the heat and red rushing towards your face.

jann had his way with words, particularly because they weren’t purposely formed to flatter you, they were actually a fragment of his love for you. sometimes he didn’t even realise that he was making you feel all giddy inside, and that his rosy cheeks were suddenly looking all kissable. at this point mrs. anderson from the flowershop already got the bouquet prepared for him, and it’s just the most convenient thing ever. one thing stripping him away from the whole routine is deliberately picking out each stem to build the bouquet. it was around your sixth anniversary had mrs. anderson realised that jann had been walking through her door around the same time of every year.

jann always came in to buy the exact same flowers in the fall, without fail.

so she stuck out and showed interest to the flowers jann had been getting all those years, asking about who was it for, what’s the occasion and all. she learned a lot about you from listening to jann without even having met you. that time when you actually walked into the shop with jann, you were slightly taken aback by how much the woman knew about you. jann was just chuckling in the background at the whole meeting, amusement clearly accompanying him. the both of you had become her favourite couple since then.

because of the season, the flower would become harder to obtain. it wouldn’t be found anywhere else accept mrs. anderson’s, that happened to be right at the corner of his apartment, just a walk down the pavement away. has anyone been keeping the word count on the word convenient so far ? even if the small shop around the corner didn’t carry your flowers, he would be walking to the final edge of the earth if he had to. what could you say ? jann’s a stickler for routines and when the routine involves making you happy, he’d be more than ecstatic.

on this exact date every year, your routine is to put on your best clothes, stand in your most gorgeous pair of shoes, and walk to the park where the two of you met that particular evening with your prettiest face. but that was never a problem. you’d sit on the creaking wooden hazel bench and wait for jann. only that on your anniversaries, jann wouldn’t knock your fresh pastry down to be eaten by the ground. the routine you two had for your anniversary was maybe corny and cheesy to some, but it reminds you of the silly nerd that looked like he was damn near picking up the little snack he’d accidently made you drop to lick all the dirt off of it before handing it back to you. you were forever grateful he didn’t actually do that, because you didn’t think you’d be coming back the next day to meet him in the same spot.

somewhere around your 12th anniversary, 8 years after your marriage did the park became no longer the strategic spot for your anniversary meet up, as it was no longer suitable for the picnic the both of you would set up to just bask in each other’s warmth amidst the breeze of autumn, intertwining your fingers till sometimes they get entangled. even though it was simple, yet it was the date you’d look forward to all year round. it was so special, that you promised each other that the tradition wouldn’t die down, away with one of you. every time you’d sit on the checkered blanket weighted down by the basket and both your figures, you’d talk about the future, and what the both of you hope for each other. it was nice, really nice. especially when jann would bring up the topic of having a mini you around the house, your cheeks would heat up and the cold would always expose the rosy tint away. he thought it was the cutest thing ever, which was why he swore he’d never stop teasing you about it.

it was also in that very park, on a walk the both of you decided to take on a random saturday did he first said that he loved you, to which you told him the same. it was pure, what the two of you had. you were so good for each other, a few fights ? ofcourse, but nothing could infiltrate the depth of fondness you held within your core.

it’s your 15th anniversary today, a huge number yet it feels so small. how fast time flies when you spend the entirety of your life devoted to each other. jann couldn’t help the bittersweet smile creeping onto his face as he walk on the fluffy grass, his hand swiping across the swinging wooden sign when he steps past.

“c’mon, lets go see mommy sweetheart” the little girl clinging onto jann’s large hand seemed to not have anything to protest, as she obediently arranges her new steps infront each of them, eyes focused on her little strawberry shoes.

seeing her so determined sends a tingle in his heart, how could a human this small be so precious to him ? how could a small human that he just met three years ago be so dear to him that if anything were to happen to her he’d ask the devil to lunge his sword right into his chest himself ? well maybe that’s a bit too graphic but he stands by his point.

“hey honey, we’re here” jann announces to you in a sing songy tone, to get the little girl’s attention and to tell her they’ve arrived at their destination.

crouching beside his daughter, jann holds her chubby arms to face her towards you, handing her the bouquet of your flowers the both of them had fetched from mrs. anderson so she could place it on the shiny sleek marble slab, engraved on it are your first and middle name, and ‘mardenborough’ at the end of them.

it’s true that the park was no longer suitable, as you had been forever eternalized someplace else.

“sorry we’re a bit late, someone insisted on wearing her strawberry shoes this morning instead of her favourite purple ones she makes me put on her every single day” jann informs, talking to the non-responding piece of stone with a warm smile, his large hands almost covering the entirety of the little child’s anterior. a pair of amber hued orbs stares back at him, obviously unamused knowing that her dad was talking about her.

“atleast that shows that she’s got fashion sense just like you. i mean, it couldn’t possibly be from me” the end of his sentence is accompanied by a soft laugh, before it slowly trails away. pulling a deep breath, he looks over to the little hand pulling at his curls at the side of his head. the same curls that is also on top of hers.

“hey you wanna tell mommy what we did yesterday ?” the girl nods at his offer, perking up to exercise her speech that has started to get really put together. jann’s more excited knowing that compared to last year, she gets to actually tell you what they did the day before, having only gained her speech earlier this year. they tried telling you last year, but all that came out were mumbles of the words ‘mama’ and ‘dada’. seemed to be all she knew back then.

“we went to picnic in daddy’s park, had pasty” she begins, which also seems to be the end too, earning a light chuckle from jann.

“it’s pastry, but you get it” he informs with a hand gesture, smoothing his hand over her head, the luscious curls moving back against his palm.

trailing his eyes across every inch of your stone, his hand reaches up to graze over the surface, dragging with his fingers the thin dust film. all he could do was smile, forcefully tucking away the heavy, deep longing painfully dragging down his core. the least he could do to show his love for you now is to raise his little girl to be the amazing person he once knew you were. he prays, every single day that he has what it takes to replicate such beauty from within.

the picnic tradition the both of you had changed now, for a slightest bit. instead of going on your exact anniversary date, jann now brings your daughter to the park a day before to spend the entire evening, reminiscing about you. it’s his way of keeping the memory of you always alive for his daughter. and the next day would be reserved to go see you at a totally different location, far away from the park.

seeing as his daughter wouldn’t get to grow up with the warmth of your love as much as he got to, he decided that this will be the way of him sharing what’s left of that love with her, by devoting this tradition to remind his daughter that her mother will always be looking out for her. jann wishes that the tradition of your anniversary will live forever, until the universe sends him the invitation of reuniting with you again, in a different universe.

a universe far away from the one where a love story is so conveniently sketched out, that it was too good to be true.

there’s a reason why two stray souls could only intersect, as they would eventually pass over each other at some point.

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divider creds: @rookthornesartistry

[woodle-isbae]

Dazed

Jann.M x Black!reader

Warnings: wet dream, dry humping , oral(m receiving, fem reader, PinV.

Enjoy 🥰

Kinktober Masterlist

*snap*

The snap of your fingers broke him out of his daze, zoned out deep in thought while you were explaining something to him that he could care less about. Lost in the way your glossed lips moved and the way your lashes curled almost too perfectly.

"Are you even listening?"

You nagged at him, getting annoyed at how much he was zoning out during your hang out sessions. But could you blame him? Always going to restaurants with him in a low cut shirt and an extremely mini skirt. Talking about anything and everything, since you tried to catch up with him, as he was always away for races and other stuff you couldn't be bothered to remember.

"Yeah, I am!"

He convinced you that he was focused on the one sided conversation you wee having, opting not to argue and just go ahead with it. You continued talking for the rest of the evening, he occasionally budged in to talk about stuff that reminded him of you and his job on the race track.

Eventually getting late and both of you departing to your homes, Jann staying at a hotel in town due to some press stuff he had to get done before leaving. He got back to the hotel room, well decorated and welcoming enough for a guest, he threw his keys to the bedside table. His clothes sliding right off as he was left in his boxers while truly feeling the activities of the day finally coming back to weigh him down, slumping down into the bed.

He let out a sigh, drifting of to sleep only... to be met with the image of you, a soft smile on your face while you began your way towards him. The closer you got the more he took in your state, wearing only a dark red lace matching set that matched your nails and lipstick, fingers slithering up his torso and around his shoulders to rest behind his neck.

"Y/N-"

"Shh..don't worry, I'll take care of you, yeah?"

You shoved him slightly onto a soft matter, a bed appearing right beneath him. He blink and finally relised you were on your knees, his cock in your hands while your tongue licked across his tip.

Before he could process it, you had your lips around his cock, bobbing your head back and forth while your hands massaged at his balls. His teeth gritted tightly from the warmth of your throat, fingers interlocked on the sheets besides him.

"Shit- y/n..."

You popped your mouth of his length, staring into his hooded eyes with your doe ones while situating yourself over him, your heat restrained by the lacey material.

"I want you Jann...really badly.."

Your voice was like honey, sweet and sultry. He groaned at you words, his cock jumping against the damp spot on your thong. He needed you just as bad, diving straight in to give you a kiss, your soft lips pressed gently against his.

"Oh..Jann- please."

Your voice echoing and soft, begging him for what even he himself wanted. Turning over both your bodies so he hovered over you, his lips locking on yours with a fierce force. His hunger for you insatiable.

While this happened he had slipped your thong off, his tip prodding right at your entrance before slipping in with ease. You shared a moan of ecstasy and bliss, your fingers interlocking.

"I-fucking love you."

He breathed out, thrusting into you slowly and deeply, making sure you feel every inch of his cock. Your velvet walls clenching around him, sounds of pleasure spilling past your plump lips.

'Oh jann.'

'Pleasepleaseplease-fuck!'

'I'm going to cum-!'

It was all too much for him, the bed rocked beneath you two with urgency. He screwed his eyes shut, the feeling of you overwhelmed him.

His eyes shot opened and he was back, back to his hotel bedroom, hips slowing their rut against the mattress beneath him. He could feel how his boxers were messed with his own release, cringing at the slickness of it.

"Ah...just a dream."

He hated it, how he always thought he finally had you ,only to wake up to his cream filled boxers and messed up sheets. But he also loved it, the dreams felt almost too real to him, he could swear it was a vivid experience.

But alas, he could only dream. Stuck with the images from your insta of you in bikinis and the most revealing outfits, the very outfits that fuel his imagination and feed into the wet dreams. Every single night.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Heartache Medication (Kinktober)

Word Count: 2.7k

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Gran Turismo characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Jann Mardenborough, a talented young man, shared a strong bond with you. Your love story had an element of the unexpected, as you first met in a video game lobby when he accidentally team-killed you in a shooter game. Instead of anger, you found humor in the situation, and a playful banter between you began. As you continued playing together, the chemistry extended beyond just the digital world. The late-night conversations and shared gaming experiences became the foundation of a deeper connection. Despite the playful start, Jann and you quickly realized the depth of your feelings for each other. Jann and you spent a cozy day at his house, just the two of you. While Jann was focused on practicing Gran Turismo, immersed in the race tracks and trying to better his lap times, he unintentionally became engrossed in his practice sessions. You, ever supportive, tried to engage with him, but his concentration was directed entirely on the game, causing you to feel a bit neglected. It was a common scenario in the relationship—Jann's passion for gaming sometimes led to moments of accidental disregard for your company. After feeling neglected due to Jann's intense focus on his Gran Turismo practice, you decided that you wouldn't just wait to be noticed. You approached Jann, who was still deeply engrossed in the game, and said in a playful but firm voice, "Hey, darling, can you take a little break? I feel a bit lonely here."

Jann's eyes flickered towards you, a hint of guilt mixed with slight annoyance flashing across his face before he managed a smile. He paused the game and turned to face you, leaning back in his chair. "Sorry babe, I got really into it," he apologized, running a hand through his hair. "I didn't mean to ignore you. What did you have in mind?" His tone was conciliatory, eager to make amends and spend quality time with you. You leaned against the desk, a slight smirk playing on your lips. "Oh, you'll find out soon enough," you teased. You smiled at his apology, appreciating his recognition of your feelings. "I know you get really into it when you're playing," you replied, "but I was hoping to spend some more quality time together." You took a seat on the armrest of his chair, placing a hand on his shoulder. Jann nodded, feeling a pang of regret for having been so absorbed in the game. "Quality time sounds perfect," he agreed, reaching up to cover your hand with his own. He studied your face for a moment, admiring the curve of your cheek, the glint in your eye, before pulling you onto his lap. "Tell me what you had in mind then," he asked, nuzzling your neck affectionately. You giggled softly as he pulled you onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Well, I thought we could play a game too," you suggested, "just not Gran Turismo." Your fingers traced patterns on his shoulders, your eyes sparkling with mischief. "How about you keep playing your game while we also play?"

A broad grin spread across Jann's face, his eyes lighting up at the prospect of a different kind of game. "Now you're talking my language," he chuckled, pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin beneath your ear. "What sort of game were you thinking?" His hands began to roam over your body, exploring the curves that he knew so well. "You'll see," you whispered, turning your head slightly to capture his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. As the kiss deepened, your hands moved down to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under your fingertips. Breaking away from the kiss, you looked into his eyes, a challenge dancing within them. You leaned into his touch, the subtle caresses sending a shiver down your spine. "A game of distraction," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "See how long you can keep playing Gran Turismo without losing concentration." You shifted slightly on his lap, a smirk playing on your lips. "And if you lose, well, you'll find out what happens when you lose to me." The challenge in your eyes ignited something within Jann, and he returned your smirk with one of his own. "Is that right?" he murmured, his hands sliding down to grip your hips firmly. "You think you can distract me from my favorite game?" Despite his words, there was an undeniable excitement in his voice. He tilted his head back, offering you full access to his throat, inviting you to explore further. His competitive spirit rising to meet yours. His hands slipped underneath your shirt, tracing the contours of your back before moving upwards to cup your breasts.

"Let's see how good I am at multitasking," he breathed against your mouth, his actions proving his words. Jann's breath caught in his throat at your bold declaration, a thrill of excitement coursing through him. The challenge in your eyes only fueled his competitive spirit, and he felt himself growing harder as your teasing words washed over him. He gave your rear end a playful squeeze, his fingers digging into the supple flesh as he pulled you closer. "Bring it on, baby," he dared, his gaze never leaving yours. With a swift click, he resumed the racing game, his focus now divided between the virtual track and the tantalizing woman in his lap. The screen flickered to life once more, but Jann's attention was no longer solely on the road ahead. His mind was already wandering to the delicious consequences of losing to you. As the game resumed, you began your sensual assault on Jann's senses. Your fingers deftly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his toned chest. You trailed kisses along his collarbone, your tongue darting out to taste his skin. Your hands roamed lower, teasing the waistband of his jeans. You could feel his pulse quickening beneath your touch, his breathing becoming more erratic. Yet, despite the obvious effect you were having on him, Jann maintained his focus on the game, determined to prove his multitasking skills. With each passing minute, your touches grew bolder, more daring. You nibbled on his earlobe, your hot breath sending shivers down his spine. Your fingers dipped below his waistband, brushing against the sensitive skin of his lower abdomen.

Jann let out a low groan, his grip on the controller tightening as your fingers teased his sensitive skin. He struggled to maintain his focus on the game, his reactions slowing as the sensations overwhelmed him. The car on the screen veered off course, crashing into the barriers, but Jann barely registered the loss of points. His world narrowed to the feeling of your lips on his skin, your hands exploring every inch of his body. "Fuck…" he gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily as your fingers brushed against his hardening length. He knew he was losing the game, but in that moment, he couldn't bring himself to care. All he wanted was to surrender to the pleasure you were giving him, to let go of all control and let you take charge completely. Feeling his reaction to your touch, you grinned wickedly. This was exactly the response you'd hoped for. You slid your hand deeper into his pants, wrapping your fingers around his throbbing member. You began to stroke him slowly, deliberately, ensuring that every movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body. You watched his face contort with desire, his eyes fluttering shut as he surrendered to the sensation. "Looks like someone is getting distracted," you purred. Jann's eyes snapped open, focusing once again on the screen, but it was a struggle. Every stroke of your hand sent jolts of pleasure straight to his core, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else. He gritted his teeth, willing himself to stay focused on the game, even as his body begged for release. "Shit… I'm trying," he ground out, the words punctuated by a moan as you increased the pressure on his cock. His free hand reached down, attempting to guide your movements, but he lacked the coordination to do much more than brush against your wrist. His other hand remained firmly on the controller, his thumb hovering over the pause button. Part of him wanted to give in, to let the game slide and fully indulge in the pleasure you were providing. But the competitive side of him refused to yield so easily.

Feeling his hand on your wrist, you pushed it away gently. "No touching," you commanded, your voice laced with authority. You continued to stroke him, your pace increasing ever so slightly. You leaned in close, your breath warm against his ear. "Focus on the game, darling," you whispered seductively. "Concentrate on winning." Your other hand sneaked its way down to his crotch, slipping beneath his underwear to grasp his balls. You began to roll them gently in your palm, adding another layer of sensation to the mix. Jann's entire body tensed at the dual assault on his senses. The rolling of his balls combined with the rhythmic stroking of his cock was almost unbearable. "Fuck… fuck!" he cursed, his frustration evident in both his words and his actions. He gripped the controller tighter, his knuckles white, as he tried desperately to regain control of the car on the screen. But it was a losing battle. With every second that passed, his focus drifted further away from the game and closer to the pleasure you were providing. He bit down on his bottom lip, trying to stifle a moan, but the sound still managed to escape him. Hearing the desperation in his voice, you smiled to yourself, pleased with the progress you'd made. You increased the speed of your strokes, your grip tightening around his pulsing shaft. Your thumb rubbed circles around the tip, applying just the right amount of pressure to tease the sensitive skin. "Come on, baby," you coaxed, your voice dripping with honey. "Show me what you're made of. Focus on the game."

Jann's mind was clouded with lust, his thoughts consumed by the overwhelming pleasure you were providing. He struggled to keep his eyes on the screen, to remember why he had started this game in the first place. But it was becoming increasingly difficult. The car on the screen swerved erratically, narrowly avoiding collisions but clearly not following a race strategy. Jann's breaths came in short gasps, his body trembling with need. "I… I can't…" he admitted, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. He knew he was about to lose the game, but he also knew that losing to you would come with rewards far greater than any victory on the virtual racetrack. Feeling his resolve crumbling, you leaned in to whisper in his ear, "That's okay, darling. Losing can be fun too." You nipped at his earlobe playfully before guiding your hand to the front of his pants. With a swift motion, you freed his straining erection from its confines. It sprang up, thick and hard, begging for attention. You wrapped your fingers around it once more, pumping steadily as you continued to watch the game with feigned interest. Your other hand slid between your legs, finding your own aching center. You began to rub slow, deliberate circles, matching the rhythm of your strokes on Jann's cock. Jann's eyes rolled back in his head at the sensation of your hand working him expertly. He let out a long, low moan, his body responding instinctively to your touch. "Shit… shit," he muttered under his breath, the curse words falling from his lips like mantras. He was lost now, completely consumed by the pleasure you were giving him. The car on the screen spun out of control, crashing into a wall with a resounding bang. Jann barely noticed, his attention wholly focused on the sensations coursing through his body. "I… I quit," he finally admitted, throwing the controller aside.

Seeing him surrender, you smirked triumphantly. You released his cock, allowing it to bob freely in the air. "Good boy," you praised, your voice dripping with satisfaction. You swung a leg over his lap, straddling him. Your breasts pressed against his chest as you leaned in for a deep, passionate kiss. Your tongue invaded his mouth, claiming him as yours. One hand gripped his hair, holding him in place while the other guided his hand to your dripping slit. "Touch me," you demanded breathlessly when you broke the kiss. "Make me cum." You began grinding your hips against him, coating his fingers in your arousal. Your own fingers found their way back to his neglected cock, stroking him in time with your movements. Jann's hands trembled as they made contact with your slick folds. He explored your heat, his fingers delving deeper with each pass. Your grinding hips provided the perfect friction, making it easy for him to find that sweet spot inside you. He circled it with a finger, applying gentle pressure, and felt you tense around him. "Oh god… you're so wet," he breathed, amazed by your arousal. His own cock throbbed in response, desperate for attention. He pumped his hips up to meet your movements, seeking relief from the building pressure in his groin. "Please… I need…" he begged, unable to finish the sentence. The combination of your touch and the relentless stimulation of your pussy was driving him to the brink of insanity. Hearing his plea, you grinned wickedly. You increased the pace of your strokes, your hand moving up and down his length in a rapid rhythm. Your other hand guided his, pressing his fingers deeper into your clenching walls. "Then take what you need," you instructed, your voice husky with desire. You rocked against his hand, chasing the impending orgasm that threatened to consume you. Your nipples hardened against his chest, and you could feel the telltale tingles starting at the base of your spine. "Cum with me," you urged, wanting nothing more than to reach the peak together.

Jann needed no further encouragement. He thrust up into your hand, his hips snapping forward with abandon. His fingers worked feverishly inside you, curling and twisting in a way that had you seeing stars. "Fuck… yes… cum for me," he growled, his voice rough with need. He captured your lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing your moans as you rode his fingers harder. His own climax was fast approaching, the coil in his gut winding tighter and tighter with each passing second. When your inner muscles clamped down around his fingers, signaling your impending release, Jann couldn't hold back any longer. With a final, powerful thrust, he spilled himself onto your hand, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. Feeling his hot seed spill across your hand, you moaned into the kiss, your body convulsing with pleasure. You rode out the waves of your orgasm, riding his fingers until you were utterly spent. Finally, you pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily. You looked down at him, a satisfied smile on your face. "Well done, darling," you murmured, removing his hand from your soaked folds. You brought his fingers to your lips, licking them clean with a playful wink. Jann watched as you licked his fingers clean, a shiver running down his spine at the sight. He could still feel the aftershocks of his orgasm rippling through him, leaving him weak and satisfied. He reached up to caress your cheek, tracing the curve with his thumb. "You're amazing," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. "Thank you."

Smiling softly, you lean in to capture his lips in another heated kiss. As the kiss breaks, you say, "Anytime, darling. And don't worry, we're just getting started." You giggle lightly, winking at him as you slowly sink down on his cock but didn't move as you kissed his cheek. "Go ahead and play your game." Jann groaned as you sank down on him, feeling his spent cock twitch inside you. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. "You're going to be the death of me," he mumbled, but there was no real complaint in his tone. Instead, he sounded thoroughly content. At your suggestion, he reluctantly pulled back from the embrace and reached for the controller again. "Alright, let's see if I can actually win this time," he said with a chuckle. He adjusted his position, settling you more comfortably in his lap as he refocused on the game.

[americaswritings]

"This is the Phoenix Police Department. Am I speaking to Jann Mardenborough?"

Jann startled, his heart stumbling in his chest and suddenly he was wide awake. "Uh, yeah, I'm Jann", he managed, his voice still low from sleeping.

"We are calling about Jack Salter. He was arrested this evening."

[artstudents-stuff]

I just uploaded another fanfiction and I would like to say thank you to all of you because we are now an official fandom!!! (╥﹏╥) 💕💕💕

Fandoms: Gran Turismo (2023), Gran Turismo (Video Games)

Relationship: Jann Mardenborough/Jack Salter

Characters: Jann Mardenborough, Jack Salter, Original Male Character(s)

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Harassment, Implied/Referenced Sexual Harassment, (the harassment it's not between main characters), First Kiss, We are now official fandom, I love you guys, love writing how they hug, Comfort

Summary: Jann never thought that something like this could happen to him, and if it did, he would be able to protect himself, but no.

[r4vn]

—ACHE

jann x reader

w.c: 5,711

disclaimers: +18, smutty smut, nsfw, dom!jann, fem!reader, hook up is first sorry, unprotected p in v (stay safe out there guyz), creampie, grinding, sexual tension, cunnilingus (my boy a eaterr), getting railed like a nail ;), hypersensitivity, delayed orgasm, drinking, jealousy, pining, edging, fingering, hickeys, mutual orgasm, command and obey, 'good boy', reader is a TOXIC WHORE,

—synopsis: you were looking for a simple hook up to sasiate your needs. unfortunately it didnt do enough, so when your certain entanglement finds out, he intends to out-do that hook up of yours.

a/n: hi guys :D major disclaimer: you "fuck" matty davis first. but he is a nobody in this college AU except for being an attractive nerd..its slightly long but i swear its all worth it in the end ;) so bear with me for the beginning. but i hope you enjoy this dominant jann that plays with you :) all love and sorry for typos!

「divider by @/cafekitsune」

you weren't the type to get around on campus like the stories you heard of girls who did. but you did like you get what you want. you were a gorgeous girl, one who wasn't afraid to say what was on her mind. in your friend group, you entangled yourself with a particular guy, jann mardenborough. you and jann had been friends with benefits for a couple of months now, ignoring any and all allegations towards you two. in the group, it was known but unspoken of the chemistry you had with the tall brunette. but with being unclaimed, you did your own thing and it would cause problems with jann. you subtly flirted with anyone you found your type. you didn't mean anything by it, but when jann saw it, the tensions would grow between the two of you. the last time you were with him was weeks ago and right now you were aching for some intimacy.

you decided to find a hook-up. and what perfect hook-up would anyone be if it wasn't a hot nerd? you enjoyed a good cliche. matty davis was a rather quiet guy in your math lecture, but god was he rather good looking. soft black curls, broad shoulders and brown skin.

he reminded you of jann just briefly, but before you could stop your thoughts, you wondered how he, jann would react if he saw what you were about to do. how rough infatuation rage would curl at the lips of his mouth.

how hot his hands looked gripping your body...

you snap out of your thoughts to stop the boy you were with now, matty, from yapping away.

"and so the f of x is imputed by 6x–"

"matty ..let's take a break, yes? yes." you answered yourself before the deja vu looking man could respond. you hopped up from off the floor to sit on the edge of his bed. "come sit by me?" you asked sweetly. matty stuttered to catch his words, eventually clearing his throat.

"s-..sure yeah. did you want to play.. video games?" he queried with a soft, reluctant voice. you smile gently as him while your eyes glanced down to his crotch area.

"no, let's practice more math actually. my lips plus your lips." you declared. you then went to straddling him and leaning in centimeters away from his face. you giggled at the sound of matty gasping and physically tensing at the position you two were in. he almost forgot to breathe as his eyes darted between your gaze and your mouth.

"you wanna kiss me..–?" he asked in perplexity. you parted your lips and nodded eagerly, wanting to devour the boy right here.

"so so bad matty.." you gasped hurriedly with lust and quickly clouded your head. your body ached against the fine build of a man. you felt his hands resistant climbing your thighs to your waist as if he were trying to calm a severe urge inside.

"god..please [y/n]." he frustratedly mewled out. his and your eyes glazed over in pure tension between you two. before you could give permission, matty kissed you full of held-back hunger. all the eagerness. maybe because his body ached when you around. he never thought he had a chance with you. he was an attractive guy yes, but his dorky introverted demeanor did not lead him for the popular type. he was definitely known to be unusually attractive for an average computer science major though.

anyone could tell he worked out whenever he wasn't wearing a hoodie or jacket. his midnight black curly hair complimented his clay brown skin. and his soft, darkened brown eyes simply brought the whole face together. you leaned into the kiss equalling his hunger, arching into him as his hands roughly held your hips. it sent a tingle down your legs.

matty then held the side of your face with one hand, wrapping an entire arm around you with his other. you pulsated right onto his growing tent, moaning into the curly boy's mouth. grinding your hips against his earned you the most walls-aching moan you could hear from the boy under you. your walls pulsated and you could feel the drool dripping into your underwear.

you loved dominating a man just enough to the point where his entire body bent to your will, your touch, your mere presence. you always got off to male audios on pornsites, not caring for videos. seeing a man submit and tremble did things to nearly every fiber in your being yes, but hearing it rocked your walls. you gained a second heartbeat immediately listening to an audible male moaning.

"yes matty, yes–" you moaned again into his mouth, a moan of his replying. you soon were flipped onto the bed, earning him a gasp. he kissed down your throat, beginning to suck at your skin.

"not too many–" you whispered in a hush tone. "–i'll allow just one hickey." matty quickly obeyed, sucking at your neck again. he stayed in the same spot and sucked and licked, hushed whimpers escaping your throat. matty soon stopped abusing your neck and continued his kisses down your torso. you gasped as he pulled off your pants and slid in between your thighs.

really just skips right to it huh ..

you replace the brief unamusement off your face into another lusted one, watching as he kissed your clothed pussy.

hm..he kinda looks like.. that's it. no further you thought.

"hey wait– lets just...grind. i wanna tease you, please. a slow building orgasm hits way harder, i promise." you advertised. he stared at you in the slightest confusion of his foggy expression. matty blinked back into reality after thinking to himself and he began to take off his pants, simply pulling out his boner from his underwear.

"i'm alright with that ..c'mere." you giggled as he grabbed you by your waist to pull you to his lap, his cock sitting right between your soaked lips. you groaned in surprise at the pulsating warmth you felt against your entrance, nearly wanting to risk it all. but you didn't want him in the end. the beginning was just fine, whilst another man occupied your thoughts for the end.

the noirette man wasted no time grinding up against your pussy. you moaned suddenly, not expecting to be as sensitive as you were as he clothed fucked you.

"[y/n]–...[y/n] ugh–.." the man moaned under you and you quickened your pace against the man.

your pussy pulsated. you were close to cumming. it was unexpected but maybe it was because you were imagining someone else. he damn near sounded like him, only more masculine. you liked when your men trembled and mewled under or over you. to see a man look like that, made you want to ride him for hours just to hear him like that. you closed your eyes to listen to matty's whimper. you felt his legs shake and the tremble in his voice started to produce.

so close, so close, so close..!

"fuck–!!" matty suddenly said, stopping your hips. you immediately open your eyes to the boys cock convulsing between your clothed folds, that peaking orgasm of yours hitting the tip just for a second before decreasing rapidly due to no more friction being present.

"o-oh god..yes..[y/n].." he groaned. his eyes rolled even. you then sighed deeply in disappointment, matty too out of it to catch it.

"we should....we should do this again sometime." he exhaled out.

"right." you gave him a half smile and got up off of him, immediately getting your clothes.

°°°

"awh jann has become all famous on us, being a real racer and all yeah?" a boy jousted, sipping on his beer. you couldn't help but join in on the laughter of teasing jann around the bonfire. the group of friends you and jann shared would always hold a bonfire session every couple of weeks. it was nice to hangout and share a couple of beers (sometimes stronger alcohol) to get away from classes and exams.

"heh– its a good reason to get out of class most definitely." jann replied with a cheeky smile. antonio shrugged and nodded.

"thats very true, not having to sit in physics class and instead driving for fun seems like the better option." the group agreed. you sipped your beer, simply listening to the conversation. you occasionally watched jann, making sure to look away from him when he looked at you. one thing about women is that they can always tell when a man is staring even when not look at them.

"yeah definitely. i still need to study though before exams, or i am so fucked. " jann scoffed, briefly thinking about how low this grades have been. he was passing the majority of his classes, but with C's, and damn near failing physics. racing was distracting him from his more studious responsibilities and he needed to improve.

"speaking of studying–" leah chimed in, subtly walking over to you from her spot with antonio. she finished the second half of her beer before placing the bottle at her feet. a smirk played on her lips as she looked at you.

"a little birdy– cough antonio cough –told me that he saw you and matty leave math class together yesterday." your heart dropped. you didn't know why, because it's not like you were in a relationship. but for some reason anxiety filled your ribcage.

"wh– matty? the odd quiet computer nerd?" jann asked quickly, not hiding his shock. leah giggled and nodded to the curly brunette. your eyes looked over to jann, whose gaze darkened but diverted. he began to down his beer subtly, opening another one right after.

"so what?" you started. "yes we studied together, why is that such a big deal?" you scoffed.

"maybe because the two of you were nowhere to be found on campus 'studying', [y/n]. which can only mean you when to his apartment or he went to yours." leah rebuttled, tilting her head down. you took a big swing of your beer, giving her a distasteful look.

"if you must know, yes, we studied at his apartment. which, mind you, is literally a walk away from the residence building we all live in. its not like i was an hour away with a guy i sort of don't know." you explained. leah's lips formed into a downward smile before she surrendered, backing off with her hands in the air.

"these are valid points yes, but were his flat-mates there?" leah continued obnoxiously. its as if she was playing chess and she thought you were playing checkers. you rose a brow and took a glance at the rest of the group who also seemed to be interested. you had nothing to hide though. you were going to say everything but you didn't want everyone's nose in your business, especially the particular nose who wasn't looking at you but was still listening.

"no, his flat-mates were not home. we studied for maybe half an hour before i made out with him." no one said anything. shock washed over leah's face and her eyes glanced over at jann, who still wasn't looking at you. it was silently known that you and jann had a sort of different relationship than others in the group, a closer one. but the two of you always said you were single. anyone in the group could see the chemistry whenever you were near him but could also always feel the tension whenever you and jann got into ruts.

"and yes, if you must know, since you all are in my business, he was a good kisser. anything else?" you were met with silence again. you simply shrugged and grabbed another beer from the cooler, cracking it open. and with the universe already slightly fucking you over, you heard cop sirens, perking up.

"time to go!" antonio yelled, dumping a pre-filled bucket of water on the bonfire. you cursed under your breath, quickly grabbing your bag and the empty bottle. you threw it in the now unlit barrel before you, leah, jann, and antonio began running to the cars.

"go go go!" leah yelled, laughing drunkenly. you chuckled at her unseriousness, before hopping into one of the cars. you saw both leah and antonio hop into the car next to you, meaning only one thing. you turned into the driver's side door opening to jann jumping in. his eyes still wore a dark expression, and you could only curse mentally. you didn't have time to switch cars though, so you buckled up. yes, you were slightly glad jann was a professional racer which meant he could outsmart the cops. you could only hope for antonio and leah though.

jann shifted gears and reversed quickly from the empty industrial lot before driving off, antonio quickly behind. in the rear view mirror you saw the blinding cop lights, exhaling sharply.

"hold on." jann finally says. you immediately tighten your seat belt and grip the car door as jann took a sharp turn, then another, and pulled into an alleyway. he immediately shut off the car before looking behind him. antonio's car zoomed last and not long after, so did the cop car. your phone buzzed and you quickly opened it seeing it was leah.

leah

we'll lose them don't worry. you two head home!

your shoulders relax a bit more before leaning back in your seat with a sigh.

"leah said go ahead without them they will be okay." jann didn't say anything, only starting the car up again. the ride back to the flat was around 10 to 15 minutes based on traffic. you had two beers, three counting the full one you were still holding. jann had only two, so you presumed he was sober enough to drive. it was a silent ride, you didn't dare start any conversation after what was said at the bonfire. you just wanted to get home and thank jann for the ride. you lifted the bottle to your lips and quickly downed a third of it, the action made jann glance over at you.

"are you serious right now. drinking in the car?" he rolled his eyes at your absurdity. you looked around, narrowing your brows.

"i'm not the one driving, so therefore it is not unlawful." you heard jann scoff but say nothing else. seconds passed before he spoke again.

"matty, huh. you went for that out of all people?" at last, a smile threatened to appear on your lips. you knew this conversation was coming. it was* a little funny to you seeing jann jealous over someone who isn't his.

"why do you care?" you sighed.

"i don't." the brunette replied sharply. you glanced at jann again to see his eyes forward and only* forward. his hands gripped the steering wheel tighter than usual.

"so why ask?" you bit back, sipping your beer again. you were met with silence again. jann was in a pissy mood and frankly you had no time for it. if he wanted to do something he could. the two of you have history, well, a background since history means in the past. but the last time you were with jann was almost a month ago, so it was relatively recent. you got into it with him because of your feelings. you got jealous at a party and you didn't want to accept you were so jann tried to call you out on it. you then went into defense mode and said some harsh things.

"i wasn't looking for an answer. it was a rhetorical question." you hummed in response. you didn't say much else and looked straight ahead as jann did.

what the fuck do you want from me ..

you didn't get with matty to spite jann. matty was attractive to you. he was what you wanted yes but not what you needed. not what your body yearned for. not what your head buzzed about.

"i didnt fuck him," you started. "there was dry humping involved though."

"oh really?" jann rolled his eyes, laughing in disbelief. you turn to the irked racer and smiled sweetly. resting your elbow on the center console with your chin in your palm, you admired how pretty jann look while jealousy painted his aspect.

"yeah. wasn't really 'dry' though, considering i was soaking through my panties. and he didn't have underwear on." you told with another few sips. jann's breathing gradually shallowed ever so slightly at your words. the car picked up speed and jann didn't dare look at you. you weren't scared, instead keeping your devious demeanor act going. you knew jann would never put you in danger and you trusted him with your life regarding cars.

"so i straddled him and grinded my soaked, clothed pussy onto his dick until he came." jann's head began to cloud his hearing, thoughts buzzing louder than your words. he didn't dare look at you, he couldn't. not with the words that left your tongue. his body became hot. and he couldn't decide if it was hot and angry or hot and bothered. neither one sufficed him though because in the end, he'd get what he wanted.

"unfortunately didn't get to finish myself. so, don't think i'd do it again with him." you sighed out dramatically before sitting back in your seat. the air in the car felt heavy now and you said nothing else for the remainder of the ride. you noticed he drove on his side of the residence building, not where you lived.

"c'mon." jann finally pulled into the parking lot of the residence apartments and quickly got out of the car. you wanted to argue. you wanted to walk away but as much as you enjoyed the chase, you obeyed jann's command and followed him to his apartment. jann unlocked his door and you followed him into the silent flat. he turned on the lights to the living room.

he then swiftly grabbed your bottle of beer and walked into the kitchen, also opening the cabinet to grab a glass.

"hey that's mine–" you started, shoulders immediately slumping as he finished it. you stood near the counter with your arms crossed as he downed your drink.

"that's for drinking in my car." he stated. the bottom of the bottle slapping the counter loudly. you shook your head and began to walk towards the door.

"stop." you did. you don't know why, but you did. you turned to jann who pulled a bottle of vodka from the fridge and filled a fourth of the glass. he immediately downed it, his lips curling at the taste.

"what, jann. why am i here?" you questioned, tired of the riddles.

"don't know, why are you?" he responded in a snarkish tone.

"you told me to follow." you replied, followed with an eye roll.

"and you listened." you were silent this time, simply staring at the tall man dominating your presence with his. his eyes met yours for a series of seconds before he took another shot of vodka. the alcohol warmed his chest even more. jann chuckled to himself with a sigh.

"i told you to follow. i told you to stop. and you listened. funny how that works?" jann pulled off his jacket, placing it over the kitchen counter. "you are at my beck and call. my command."

jann walked closer to you and you instinctively stepped back. but the second you stepped, his hand grabbed your waist to keep you from retracting. your breath hitched as you looked up to his dark gaze.

"you pine for me, [y/n]." jann derided you, chuckling. you felt taunted, mocked. because jann was right, the second he commands you, you obey. like a puppy listening to its owner. you were magnetized to the man looming over you. god you practically ached for him to either be in you, under you, or over you.

"i bet i'm better than him at it." jann finally said.

"better at what? grinding?" you snorted, grabbing the bottle from his hand. you poured your shot in his glass, downing it quickly as he did. the drink burned your throat, almost immediately hitting your bloodstream.

"that, and kissing." he scoffed.

"show me then." you proposed. you were damn near prepared for him to attack your lips.

"you first." jann retorted cockily. you rose a brow, wiping the excess vodka from the corner of your mouth.

"y...you want me to show you how he kissed me?" you asked, quite baffled.

"yep, show me." jann continued to challenge. he must have forgotten who you were. how you were.

"okay." you replied, and damn sure wasted no time.

"oka–" before he could finish repeating after you, you had pulled him by his waist and smashed your lips together like water and fire fighting for dominance. your hand cupped the entire side of his face and you wrapped a hand around his waist like matty did to you. jann made a sound into your mouth. a groan of some sort, but hearing it sounded like an impatient growl. jann quickly pinned your hands behind you on the counter, pushing up against your body with your hips connecting.

"he's a terrible kisser.." jann huffed out, caressing your face with his, and your lips with his lips. he made sure to keep the slightest amount of distance so you couldn't fully capture his lips again.

"so show me how much better you are." you managed to gasp out. jann immediately grabbed your jaw with his free hand and kissed you again. this time, it was much slower, and made you even weaker in the knees. your eyes fluttered shut as you matched his speed, moaning into his mouth. jann slowed it down even further, making sure to listen to the wet sounds of disconnecting and reconnecting lips again. the sound made you pulsate downstairs between your thighs. it made you whimper helplessly at the slowest, most hottest make out you've ever had with jann. the slow pace made you buzz all over. him humming as he kissed you with tongue made you moan from the vibration on your lips. your hips bucked against his. the slow kissing turned you on immensely and the intimacy left you in mere shambles.

"please jann." you mewled into his mouth. jann hummed tauntingly in response before picking up speed when he firmly grabbed your hair. he tilted your head back slowly whilst kissing you faster, your whimpers becoming more prominent. this, was janns secret weapon, because he knew. he knew your mouth was your erogenous zone and how it affected you physically and audibly. how you dripped at the mere action of kissing and how it made your core hot.

"you wanted better, i'm giving you better. you enjoy the chase more than being caught [y/n]," jann kissed you roughly again. "you enjoy the tension and the pining." you cried out at his words. "you'd rather be teased for hours than fucked, because the game is much more fun for you than the prize." he was right, you loved foreplay, so much that you got off on foreplay.

you loved when you and jann would have a lazy day and suddenly while watching tv he would caress your clit. flicking and rubbing to start an all-day edging session. it was one of your favorite things to do because the orgasms in the end made you able to feel your walls contract against one another.

"please use me jann please—" jann kissed down your jaw now, listening to your pleading as he went lower.

"don't worry darling, we start right here in this kitchen." jann caressed your collarbone with his lips, allowing his full hand to cup your pulsing pussy. you drew in a slow gasp and your knees felt even weaker.

"stand." he said, and you obeyed almost on cue. he rocked his hand slowly against your clothed pussy, watching your hips move in a mirrored rhythm of jann's. you moaned ever so tenderly, eyes rolling as your body began tingling all over.

"look at you already losing your strength under me. so simple." the racer finally let your hands go so you could hold yourself up as he played with you. you gripped the counter and kept your head back in ecstasy. the friction was only minimal but you were hypersensitive when it came to foreplay, because your body ached for more than just light caresses and it was never fully granted, leaving you in a craving pile of lust.

jann abused your neck as his hand swiftly undid your tied sweats strings to loosen them. he noticed the one hickey you allowed, making his blood run hotter. his hand dipped in between the fabric of your sweats and underwear. applying pressure against the soaked fabric. your feet immediately arched and a sharp gasp left your mouth. you held onto janns arms now, panting at the slightest touch you hungered to increase.

"you're practically dripping, [y/n]." jann groaned against your now heavily bruised neck. he slightly surprised himself with how many he made. he stopped giving a fuck and continued down to your collar bone. he was going to make sure the others knew who you with the night prior.

"uh huh– mmh–..yes..for you jann." you managed to mumble out.

"im .." jann pauses, his hand finally reaching between your skin and panties now, massaging your clit in slow circular motions. you broke a moan, almost falling as the man touched you. "..pleased, [y/n]."

your womanhood practically longed for him down there again. his cool fingers increase the experience times two, causing you to ride his fingers excitedly.

"so eager [y/n], breathe for me." he cooed into your skin. reluctantly, you forced yourself to slow your huffs and pants, gulping down the lump in your throat. you wouldn't believe what was happening right now. you and jann, tipsy in the kitchen with his slender cold digits down your pants and decorating your skin with various colors of red, pink, and purple bruises.

jann closed his heavy eyelids and damn near melted into you. he focused on where his fingers touched you, the tips of his fingers gliding along your lubricated lips and even wetter folds. his ears got lost in your sounds from above and below. it was near silent in the flat with his flat-mates conveniently going out on this saturday evening. between your slickness and your salacious vocals jann couldn't decide what turned him on more. he head buzzed with foggy thoughts he was going to take action on soon. his middle and ring fingers finally suddenly entered you and you groaned at the slight relief of your ache. he groaned at how warmth your insides were.

"just like that ..mhm." you pleaded as his fingers kept a smooth hooked pace. you felt jann's hard-on pressed up against your thigh and he began grinding against it impatiently. the quivers radiated through your pelvic bone and caused your entrance to gush even more around the racer's hand.

jann groaned out of growing frustration. he clenched his jaw and finally wanted to stop standing. he took his fingers from your hole and entered them past your lips where you gladly licked them clean of your juices. you finally opened your eyes to a very aroused jann mardenborough. his cheeks were flushed, his lips parted with glazed over eyes. he looked so pretty while nearly wanting you as much as you wanted him. the curly brunette finally had enough and picked you up to throw you over his shoulder. you squeaked out of surprise, trying not to laugh as you bounced gently with jann's every step.

jann entered his room and gently threw you on the bed before stripping you of your clothing. when you were finally in your underwear, he secured your wrists again down near your core and dipped down between your hips. jann pressed his tongue against your wet underwear, sucking you though the cloth. your locked fingers fiddled with the jann's while you pressed your hips further into janns tongue. the sudden difference in temperature of his tongue and his fingers caused you to shudder. jann pulled off your underwear and dug his face into your core again, lapping up your juices in content. your body bucked and squirmed as he ate you from the outside in.

"yes ..yesyes..right here–" you huffed, nearing your end so quickly after so much build up. jann continued his motions of tongue around your clit. your walls clenched, then again, then another. you were nearing.

"jann– im gonna–!!" you squeaked, ready to explode onto his taste buds. alas, the man between your thighs paused and retracted his tongue. you whined in response.

"oh [y/n], you want to cum?" jann chuckled, his facial scruff tickling your clit gingerly. you keenly rotated your hips to chase after your climax with an impatient nod.

"yes, please. i was so close i–" you babbled, looking down at the view below you. jann looked hungry, but clearly held back just to make you suffer in sexual frustration.

"i know sweetheart, but i want to play with you for a bit. i want to show you how much better i am at pleasing you yes? so you're going to announce when you are close to orgasming and i will stop everytime till i believe you deserve to cum. do you understand?" jann carefully articulated his words, your foggy head slowly taking them in.

"yes .." you murmured.

"yes what?"

"yes sir." you corrected, nodding. jann dove back into your core, licking between your inner folds once more. he pushed his tongue into you, causing a whole other wave of pleasure.

jann edged you for up to 20 minutes and you were on the edge of losing your mind. he ate you, flicked your clit with the pad of his thumb to overstimulate, and used the tip of his tongue to circle your clothed pearl. you were a hot and bothered, teary eyed, trembling mess under the giant of a man. you begged and pleaded but jann ignored. yet, he couldn't ignore the growing wet spot in his own boxers. his pulsating cock was beginning to mix with uncomfortable pressure. at last, jann finally believed you had enough. he pulled off his pants and let go of your wrists. you immediately sat up on your elbows to a lengthy cock resting above your womanhood. it was worth, hot almost and you moaned at the sight of it.

"you're going to cum by my cock, not my tongue." jann concluded, rubbing your wetness with his length. his tip encircled your swollen pretty clit, causing him to curse under his breath. the way you were sprawled out under him practically pushing onto his cock made him want to finish right there. he wasted no time pushing his stiff length into you. a mutual moan escaped the both of you from the rush of relief and pleasure.

"jann.." you trembled out with every thrust. you were all caught up in your clouded mind, moaning his name over and over again. jann's eyes fluttered closed, listening to your voice like it was his favorite song playing over and over again. he lost all restraint inside of you, not holding back anymore. he grabbed your thighs and pinned your legs back to begin ramming into you.

jann's cock dug through you at the new position, nearly causing you to cry out loudly. you half covered your mouth with one hand and gripped the cotton sheets with the other. your vision went in and out from such immense ecstasy diffusing throughout your limbs, your bones, every fiber of your being.

"[y/n]– you feel so..good–" jann groaned, licking his lips. he smiled briefly to see you so incapacitated under him, full of bliss. your walls clenched around him again and again.

soon your legs began to tremble as you were rammed into like a nail with a hammer. you loved it, you missed it even. it had been nearly a month since you can jann hooked up, all because you wanted to deny certain feelings and thoughts. you didnt know what the hell was going to be said after this fuck session so you only worried about the present; you were reaching your orgasm for the upteenth time and you wanted it more than ever.

jann could feel your second heartbeat against the head of his cock and readjusted to hit right above your cervix, where the heartbeat met his tip. a shudder shot down his spine suddenly, he was close. and your increasing contractions were assisting both you and him to climax.

"are you going to cum [y/n]? yeah? hm?" the brunette moaned out. you mhm’ed several times, your voice getting higher with each one.

"i give you permission." and with those words, you shut your eyes and moved your hips to the rhythm of jann's for your reward.

"jann...jann–! ..yes yes im gonna– ..cumming–" you cried out, inducing full body convulsions. "–cumming!" you managed to sob out. jann slowed his thrusts to watch your being tremble under him. he was at his limit now, whimpering at your erotic demeanor.

"mmh– [y/n]– i need to cum ..please let me cum." you opened your eyes to a very pent of jann trying his best not to finish. you couldn't help but smile. such a dominant man still asking for permission. you could say you both are wrapped around each other's fingers.

"cum for me jann." you declared, mewling as he thrusted into you again for a few more. jann reached his orgasm right as yours was finishing, his cock pulsing in response to your walls. jann's voice went up a pitch higher in his moans with his hips bucking from his high.

"good boy.." you moaned out, reaching for him. jann leaned into your hands, allowing you to cradle his head as he laid on you. you moved his head upwards to meet his eyes before kissing him sweetly.

"good boy."

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hope u enjoyed!!!

[r4vn]

bro the enemies to lovers prompt is doing things to me

what about kai and reader having internal conflict that they’re enemies with benefits cuz they only think with their genitals when they’re horny and when realisation hits they’re like “this is so wrong” but cant stop fucking each other. bonus if they start catching feelings and the conflict gets worse

-sincerely, firementhusiast

–SINNERS IN THE HOUSE OF HEAVEN [prompt]

kaı x reader

w.c: 1721

disclaimers: nsfw, 18+, enemies to lovers, dom!kai, needy!mysterious!eader,forbidden relationship, rough sex, creampie, unprotected p in v (stay safe out there guyz),slight guidance sex?, heaavy SENSUAL attention ;)

—synopsis: with a mutual taboo attraction to each other, you cant help but want to divuldge more of yourself into kai. one evening, your wishes are answered.

a/n: another from the enemies tl lovers prompt(s) i reblogged some days ago ♡ i went about the title being that the ship is in space, aka "heaven" and the sinners are..well..yk :) hope you enjoy ;)

「divider by @/ cafekitsune」

you and kai always watched each other around the halls of the ship. you two never interacted, because you could never get a moment with him. of course everyone knew everyone but kai was known. everyone wanted to talk to him or be in his presence. he was so charming with his pearly white smile and amazing brown coily hair. he walked around like a normal guy but whenever he spoke, the majority listened.

so of course when he tries to explain himself after being exposed for killing richard with zachary, it was safe to say he had everyone's attention.

"he had the alien in him. don't you see?" kai exasperated. "now it's been released in the ship. it could be anyone of you ..or you." he points to random kids in the cafeteria.

you watched his movements closely, analyzing his body language and trembles. he shook full of anxiety and fear. yet he looked so pretty doing it. the fear covered his being but that look in his eyes proved differently. he stared at everyone with pure hatred and adrenaline. his maniacal gaze was a big visual factor on his person. you loved reading people because everyone was so alike but so different to you. he look like such an interesting person to dissect mentally.

you and kai never fully cross paths, but when you do, whether it be studying or doing a task, you two would asks each other rather interesting questions. you and him would speak in subtle tones as you asked risque questions like dark or sensual questions. seeing him like like, defending his person for his life. how his muscles twitching with dread and his manic stare glazed over, it gave you a high of some sort.

kai had caught you roaming the halls in your bra and underwear one evening last week. instead of immediately catching you, the two of you played a game such as the tortoise and the hare, you'd speed up around the halls so he'd see you a hall or two away and he would try to catch up to you.

you loved the anticipation of getting so so close to being caught. the feeling shivered up your spine every few seconds. it wasn't until you skipped too fast in the halls and forgot your path. you accidentally made a circle and as you turned a corner just to meet kai's chest and hands. he quickly pushed you up against the wall, wrist pinned above your head. the adrenaline of being caught filled your body now.

he looked much taller close up, his knee was right intween your thighs. he didnt touch you as much you wanted him to. as much you needed him to. you wanted to know that other side of this charming extrovert.

of course, as much as he interested you, you didn't support his actions with zac. you had to draw the morality line somewhere and play the anti-hero. so you watch in content at the brunette's breakdown.

"maybe it's her, sela?" he points to sela, the blonde making an immediate face of disapproval.

"or maybe its him." kai's finger lands on a dark haried boy, tayo. he began to slowly step towards him, nodding. "him."

"no.." tayo scoffed, picking up his foot and setting it behind the other. the crowd began to divert his gaze to tayo, surrounding him. they all held up their fingers towards tayo and began repeating 'him.'

tayo darted. he ran through the ships halls with half the crowd on his tail. "no!" he yelled out while sprinting through the ship.

the rest of you all followed suit and watched as they beat tayo to death. you didn't know how to feel, how you were supposed to feel. but the feeling of anxiety was silently mutual through out you, chris, sela and others. tayo being chased and caught briefly reminded you of that evening in the halls with kai.

°°°

you couldnt sleep. how could you knowing you had to treat kai as the enemy. it felt so taboo to want him even more when he is the bad guy. the forbidden feeling shocked your chest with a euphoric nerving feeling.

it was around 1:00 am, and you decided you wanted to have a cold shower alone. you had waited till everyone was sleeping to do so. you laid your towel under the shared shower wall and started the water. it was freezing, artic even, to the point where it numbed the dermis of your skin by just the water droplets.

you reluctantly stepped under the water, breathing at a medium, slow rate. you had to control the initial body shock response, trembling. you stilled your limbs as you breathed rhythmically. the shiver eased down to your core now. you got used to the water easily, this being your upteenth cold shower. they gave you clarity, and cooled your thought process.

as you enjoyed the cold water on your face, you hear someone enter the showers. you immediately look to the door only to see a tall brunette, wearing only a towel. you looked away casually, continuing to drench yourself theraputically. kai decided to get the shower next to you, starting up the faucet. you didnt dare look over at him. you knew what he was doing. why is he even awake? he's never done this. why was now any different?

you couldn't help yourself though. as you began to wash, you stole glances, occasionally skipping over his eyes. you watched as his adams apple bobbed up and down, and how water droplets fell off his lips. whenever you looked away you could feel his eyes burn into your back.

your subconsciousness kept alerting you that there was someone staring at you, and you knew. you decided to step back under the water to rinse, closing your eyes. you were turned away from kai, your anxiety just slightly heightened.

as you began to step away from the water, you step back into a figure, freezing every movement. you bit your lip hard, gasping when he pushed you up against the tile wall. his hands restricting yours above your head.

"kai–" you start. "sh sh sh–..fuck.." he groaned under his breath, watching his hard on slip between your ass cheeks smoothly. the feeling of his hot, wet, cock so close to your close caused a heartbeat. your stomach erupted into butterflies and caused you to whimper. the brunnette kissed up your shoulder to your nape, one of your erogenous zones, and began abusing your skin in every way. it caused you to buck your hips as violent goosebumps occupied your body. he lined up against your entrance you're excited, nearly salivating at the mouth to take him in this shower.

"god–.." you choked out, getting an immediate chuckle in response.

"careful [y/n]..there are sinners in his house of heaven." he hummed into your ear. he finally slipped the head of his cock into you. your mouth couldn't help for you to whisper out a broken moan. he's teasing you, making you chase after the reward of finishing. he makes sure not to stuff you immediately. kai wants to remember every second of this, wanting it to be engraved in the deepest folds of his mind.

"this is so wrong–" you squeak. it felt so taboo to fuck the enemy.

"–but oh so fucking right–" he moaned into your head, stuffing you with more inches. you moan, pushing your hips off the tile and back into kai. you needed him to fuck you so good right here. you spread your legs wide open for the man.

his calloused yet tender hands trailed down to your waist, pushing them back into his simultaneously. your hole sucked him in needingly, causing him to shiver as you pushed your hips even further.

"[y/n]– .. " he thrusted into you roughly, the slaps of water and skin echoeing off the walls.

you eyes began to roll back from such a perfect balance of ecstasy and roughess as kai suddenly grabs onto your biceps to begin ramming into your hole. he didnt give a fuck about the slick echoing sounds radiating throughout the shower room. it helped him reached his climax more, listening to your hips slam into his was like slick honey in one's mouth. it sent a pulsating shiver down his spine.

"right there– right theeere.." you begged while your thighs began to shake. you felt your walls constricting around his warm cock, you couldn't focus on anything except kai.

"m–mmh–..fuck-" kai moaned out, hips faltering. he filled your cunt of his seed. his dick throbbed inside of your walls. it caused you to orgasm right on him. his hips twitched in overstimulation and yours twitched in pure bliss, rolling your hips on his half-hard cock.

"ngh–..s-so good–" he whimpered out. you turned back to look at him as you fucked him over his limit. his eyes became teary in pleasure and his face flushed adorably from the buzz in his head. your insides got hot and convulsed on his cock. kai couldn't take it anymore and squeaked out a yelp of some sort in an octave higher, and abruptly ripped his hips away from yours. panting tirelessly, he looked so hot under the water, drops trailing down his torso.

"felt like fucking a whore." he commented. you couldn't help but smile with your fingers between your second pair of lips. you coated your digits in clear and pearl white fluids.

"can't help but get so wet at the thought of me under your hands." you breathed out dreamily. your fingers trailed down the torso, to the near end of his happy trail. you were already starved and you wanted more of him.

kai turned off water, the silence briefly made your ears ring. you watched as he grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist.

"i'll see you in my room for round two. " he spoke in a low tone. that sprinkle of seductiveness in his tone already hooked you. you grabbed your towel and winked at him. you waited about 30 seconds before walking after him towards his room.

he was right, there were sinners in the heavens. and kai would love them all as if heaven blessed them anyways.

r4vn ²⁰²⁴, do not repost my work.

hope you enjoyed :) ♡

[firemenenthusiast]

my wfi is ass im so hoping you caught the req i just sent in

like one of archies characters getting off to reader voice in a ft as she spoke oblivious (or so he thoughtt 😂😂😂🫵🫵🫵)

please accept my most sincere apologies as i took too long to do this because imma be honest, i wasn’t horny enough to think of something to write on this 😞🙏🏻 BUT I AM NOW 🙂‍↔️☝🏻

warnings: 18+, m!masturbation, voice kink, we had pervert!kai, now time for pervert!jann

no. no, you cannot find out about this, about him doing this, and feeling this way. but the truth is, he has been, for quite a while now. precisely, it all started when you first appeared in his dream deep at night, the dream that woke him up with sweat drenched pillows and a huge tent in the sheets. the exact same dream that made him hump his mattress till he came before finally admitting to himself that he has a problem.

every time the same heavy tension rushes all throughout his body, his memory of you in that tight leggings watching over him flashes behind his eyes. so far, he’s been doing a great job acting normal around you even though his desires might just burn a hole through his chest. not easy, but he manages.

jann’s a respectful man, a professional. but it seems like both of those things doesn’t apply to him when it comes to his work the way he gets off thinking about his trainer. what could possibly explain why he has your instagram page displayed on his phone screen on one hand, and his heavy, leaking cock in another ? he knows he shouldn’t be doing this, but nothing else seems to be working for his release, not even anything on the 6th page of pornhub. believe him, he tried. what seems to be working though are pictures of you in your matching workout set, hugging your figure so nicely while you pose for the camera, showing off your hard work.

his head is resting against his gaming chair so blissfully, thighs spread out while his hand is lazily stroking his length. oh he’s just getting started, scrolling to find his material for today. your work nature actually requires you to be in those fitted clothes, posing your silhouette away so managers are convinced of hiring you as their athletes’ trainers. not sure if being a professional driver has anything to do with jann jerking off to pictures of his trainer, just casually tapping the tip of his cock on his phone screen that some of his precum smears.

there it is, his favourite picture of you. well not really, he prefers the cute one of you visiting the race tracks but for now, it has to be of your selfie after a session, covered in sweat.

he imagines that’s how you’d look like if he were to fuck you senseless right on the yoga mat. suddenly he’s reminded of how good are you at training him, and the moments when he would bump into you, crotch pressing hard against your ass. the feeling of your body though only for a few seconds has him throwing his head back, as his hand moves in a rapid pace. his mouth agape, giving absolute access to the dragged out moan coming out of his mouth.

he was about to rest his weeping cock on your face when the screen suddenly changes, that your name is now displayed across it. fuck, you’re calling. he forgot that you already told him that you were gonna call to confirm tomorrow’s schedule. instant panic shoots open his heavy eyelids, yet he can’t let go of the tight grip on his shaft. you could wait, he thought. but then another idea pops into his mind at the buzzing of his phone with your name across it. so he picks up.

“hey jann, i’m calling to let you know we have 9am tomorrow, and until we’re done”

as your voice turns up from the speaker, he’s being reminded of how sweet you actually sound. so sweet that he could feel his cock twitch in his hand, a bead of precum forming on his tip. he knew this was a good idea, you should be helping him get off anyways. raising his phone to his ear, he hopes that it couldn’t pick up the wet squelching sounds of his spit lubricated hand rubbing away at his cock. he almost let out an audible moan at you calling out his name again

“yeah ? o-okay sure. wh-what about my diet ?”

he asks through gritted teeth, referring to his food restrictions towards the nearing race day. definitely not because he needs you to keep talking so he can cum quicker.

“okay well, just stay off dairy for now—“

a crooked smile creeps onto his face knowing that you’re gonna tell him a list of reminders and things to go through for his fitness. biting his bottom lips, he shuts his eyes so he could hear you better, and focus on twisting his fist up his raging tip. god he feels so good, your voice is like honey dripping onto his tastebuds. how he wishes be could get off of hearing you speak every time he gets hard thinking about you.

“ffuck,,” he accidentally let out

“what’s that jann ?” you stop going over the sets he needs to go through, thinking that he might’ve said something

“go on, please” he urges, the rapid jerking movements of his fist are giving him utter pleasure, as he tightens it desperately. with your voice speaking into his ear and the image of your tight pussy in his head, he thinks he’s gonna cum any second now. oh how he always imagine just how tight your pussy must feel from watching you do squats in the gym, and how pretty your puffy soaked wet folds must look as they wait patiently for him to ram his thick cock into your pretty hole.

he almost passes out with the way his hips are now thrusting into his hand, his thighs jerking with how the pleasure is spreading instantly throughout his body. his cock’s so hard at listening to you, his balls are full of cum, eager to shoot out anytime soon.

“be sure to get enough rests jann, that’s the most important thing”

you hear him hum at the end of the line, he’s nodding away as if you could see him right now. if only you actually could, so you’d know how horny you make him that he’s jerking off, fisting at his cock while being on the phone with you. he thinks you’re completely oblivious too, when the truth is you can hear the low grunts and staggering breath he lets out. at first it was weird, until you hear the wet sounds of his knuckles slapping his balls against his thighs accompanying.

“and jann—?” you begin, putting on a sultry voice on purpose

“y-yeah?”

“maybe hold off the jerking off, it’ll fuck up your dopamine levels”

the immediate beeping tone fills his ear before he’s cumming almost instantly, shooting thick sticky white up his chest from your words. his thighs are shaking from the pressure of his orgasm erratically, bouncing against his chair as his cum drips down his length towards his tight balls, some even leaking onto the floor. his chest is heaving hard, heart pounding against his chest as he tries to process everything that just happened.

pulling a deep breath, his cock is still twitching as it jumps against his lower belly, the tip red and sensitive. as much as he resents himself from his act, he enjoys every second of it. maybe next time, for better fap session in his dark gaming room like just now, he should set up a camera in the gym, panning straight to you, hoping to catch a footage of your leggings hugging your ass, perfectly showing the outline of your pussy for his own enjoyment <3

[woodle-isbae]

Beginners luck

Jann.M x black!reader

Warnings: fem reader, squirting, overstimulation, praise, soft Dom!jann ,Jann is a proud munch.

Kinktober Masterlist

"I've never squirted before."

The moment those words left your lips, he stared at you as if you committed mass crimes, he couldn't belive that you never squirted before.

You, the Person who taught him basically everything he knows(about sex)- has never squirted!?

He had to help you, taking it apon himself to have you ass up face down on his bed, his face stuffed into your core. He already made you cum two times, hoping that the stimulation would loosen you up.

His tongue licking up from your clit to your puffy hole, juices mixed with his saliva dropping onto the bed. The vibrations from his own moans pulling you closer to your third release.

"Jann- please slow down, I don't think-Ah!"

He ignored your please of overstimulation , his hands holding your shaky hips up from falling, his hips rutting into the ruffled up sheets. You tried to shift away from his grasp, ultimately failing when he grips you close to his face, intoxicated with your taste and smell.

"I cant- need you to squirt, be a good girl and make a mess f'me, yeah?"

His words were stern and filled with determination, he was sure that you were going to sleep having made a full mess on his face and the bed. By this point your orgasm reached you alot faster than the rest, he could tell aswell, the way you let out soft gasps and pleas of his name.

'Jann please!'

'I can't anymore'

'I feel so- Ah!'

The way his tongue pressed against your oh so sensitive clit, slipping into your hole, tasting how sweet you were. Your arch deepened, legs shaking violently while you tried to move away, a strong pressure in your lower stomach being extremely foreign to whatever you had before.

"Jann- I feel weird, move"

You didn't want whatever it was to get in the way, but he didn't even bother to move, making out with your fluttering hole. He groaned into you when he felt how you shifted in his hold.

Jann gave a few more soft sucks on your clit before you screamed out his name, legs trying to close shut but only failing. Your juices splashing out to coat his lower face, drenching both him and the bed sheets.

He was far too intoxicated with how you tasted and sounded, the way your legs gave out in his grasp and the deep gasps that would emerge from your lips.

"That was amazing..!"

He flipped you over, moving up to snuggle into your neck while you caught your breath. He gave you a moment before going in for a kiss, your taste still lingered on his tongue.

"Do you think you could do that again for me love?"

His cheery tone was a sharp contrast to the obvious exhaustion in yours, you weren't fully back but needed more of whatever he did.

"Yeah- let's go again."

[woodle-isbae]

KinkTober but it's mainly Farleigh and Jann , how yall feeling?👨🏾‍🦲

[woodle-isbae]

Masterlist

Say Yes - Art.D -> voyeurism, humiliation & choking.

Beast - Juan.R -> monsterphilia, breeding.

Expensive - Farleigh.S -> powerplay , sub/Dom , humiliation.

Daze - Jann.M -> wet dream , dry humping.

Beginners luck - Jann.M -> squirting, overstimulation, praise.

Induced - Tenya.I -> high sex, overstimulation, Virginity Loss.

In Lust, We Trust - Farleigh.S -> voyeurism, virginity loss.

[r4vn]

you break up w ur bf, what do you do?

a) sulk for the next 2 business days

b) daydream abt archie madekwe

c) write fanfics abt archie madekwe's roles

d) b & c

[r4vn]

[POLL AT THE END]

saw this on instagram....was thinking farleigh right...but hear me out...JANN. LISTEN LISTEN....

you play the same team, nissan. you can only have two players for la mans race track. regardless of being on the same team... you and jann were always neck and neck, and you DESPISED him for it. always butting heads, shit talking, sabatoging each others training..true enemies but playing for the same team. jack books a room for you two, expecting it to be 2bed..but NO...something happened and u have one bed, jack didnt know tho bc he immediately went to his hotel room. what wonders await in the 1bed room with 2 people who absolutely despise one another?

OR OR...

all racers for a race stay in the same hotel..but partner up. you are a racer for i dunno a different car brand while jann is obvi nissan. the 2 of you bunk together (havent decided if its 2bed or 1bed) and share the room, dressing and all. other teams gossiped since you were the only female driver and jann "got lucky with you". you didnt hate jann, but you did keep your gaurd up watching what you talk about with him so he couldnt get racing info out of you..as tension builds, whats gonna cut through it?......

brain is bubbling. this may be for the far future as i still have requests to do and i have 2 rough plots made for fics alr...choose for me¿

POLL TIME :D ⬇️⬇️⬇️

[woodle-isbae]

hii, I have an idea for a request but it's totally fine if you don't like it. I was thinking reader/oc keeps liking pics and videos from the recent runway thing he went to (i forgot what it is exactly) so basically just fangirling and he catches her doing it and just starts teasing like crazy. maybe they just got together and she was trying to hide it so she doesn't put him off or something. I'm sorry if it doesn't make sense I just got so excited that someone was actually taking requests for Archie 💕

"What..what are you doing-?"

"Nothing!"

Whipping your head around and switching your phone off , a wide smile on your face as you kept your phone close to your body

"You weren't doing nothing- I saw you doing..something!"

"You sure your not seeing things?"

Backing away from him , trying to get his mind onto something else other than what you were doing

"C'mon , just hand the phone over, you were definitely writing something..and I saw my name there"

"Your being delusional..haha-"

He crept closer to you , cornering you against a wall and grabbing your phone and bolting off into a diffent room

"Archie madekwe, bring my phone back!"

"Okay , okay fine-"

He quickly placed the phone infront of your face , using face ID to unlock it before he ran away from you again. All blood draining from your body as you stood there in shock

It was quiet for a while before he burst out laughing , you ran in and just watched him grab at his stomach and wheeze

"You- you have a fan page.. for me!?"

"It's not that funny"

"Your right- can't get caught laughing at my biggest fan"

"Archie , seriously. If you wanna continue having your biggest fan , bring it back"

"Your basically living a double life..your feeding them private info"

"Something like that , can we stop talking about it now?"

He only chuckled and handed you the phone back , staring down at you with a sly look , as if he knew something else.

"Your doing this because you know nobody would suspect you, smartass"

"Just let it go man"

You whined out as he wouldn't stop talking about your dumb page , it was mainly for fun but you've been doing this more as a journal, keeping tabs of what events he attended and for what.

The most recent one being the runway show hosted by Lowe.

"Your probably super popular because you get like...rare photos of me and stuff"

"Basically"

"So-"

"Stop asking about it "

"Okay...buttt-"

"Archie!"

[woodle-isbae]

Having the worst brain rot abt archie madekwe and it's killing me 😔

I wanna write SOMETHINNGG anything about him 💔

Please give me Archie requests 😭🙏🏾