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lupinqs · 5 days ago

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CRUSH CULTURE ━━ paige bueckers x reader

☆ ━ summary: paige has a hopeless crush on you, a cheerleader.

☆ ━ word count: 5.4K

☆ ━ warnings: alcohol consumption, kissing, this one’s tame

☆ ━ links: my masterlist, inspired by this request (lol i know this was forever ago)

☆ ━ author’s note: hiii i hope y’all enjoy—lemme know if you guys want a part 2 and if so send in ideas for it!!! i have been hopelessly uncreative recently!!! also yes i have been writing tmtc and safe and sound i promise—new chapter of tmtc should be out sometime this weekend, no idea on safe and sound because goddamn that fic takes me forever to write

PAIGE HAS ALWAYS noticed you—though, funny enough, at first it wasn’t because you cheered. That part didn’t even register until her junior year, when she started paying attention to things off the court. But she’d first noticed you back in her sophomore year, in that one class she didn’t feel like she needed at all. She’d often zone out, either doodling in the margins of her notebook or letting her eyes drift around the room as she let her mind wander. Her gaze would skip over classmates until, one day, it stopped on you.

And, God, she remembers that moment. The way she’d blinked, like she needed to reset her brain for a second because… well, you. It wasn’t anything specific, nothing she could even name at the time. But there was this something about you that made her stomach flip. From then on, whenever she zoned out, her eyes would find you before she even realized it. You’d be focused on your notes or lost in thought, completely unaware, and Paige would catch herself staring just a little too long.

She’d think about talking to you, but for some reason, you made her nervous. And that wasn’t something Paige was used to feeling—not with girls. She’d been confident her whole life, even a little cocky when it came to flirting, and her reputation certainly proceeded her. But with you, all of that confidence vanished. Her brain would go blank, her hands would fidget, and her heart would pound just watching you, sitting across the room. The idea of walking up to you, striking up a conversation, felt almost laughable. You’d somehow managed to turn her, Paige Bueckers, into a stammering mess with just a look.

And then there was the other part—the part that kept her from making a move even when she managed to work up the nerve. You looked so…straight. She knows it’s a stupid assumption, but something about the way you carried yourself—she’d convinced herself that you had to be straight. Maybe it was the way you fit in with the other girls, how they flocked around you like they were all in some effortlessly straight, picture-perfect group. Whatever it was, Paige felt certain you’d never look at her the way she looked at you.

So she let it go, or at least, she tried to. But you kept slipping into her thoughts, distracting her in that class, making her mind wander back to you when she least expected it. Her silly little crush on you lingered all through sophomore year, and even when summer rolled around, she found herself thinking of you every now and then, imagining what it might have been like to know you outside of that class.

Then junior year rolled around, and her whole world changed with that ACL tear. Benched for the season, her focus shifted in ways she never anticipated. Instead of charging down the court, she found herself sitting on the sidelines, watching, observing things she normally wouldn’t have noticed. And it was during one of those games, one of those long, frustrating nights when she just wanted to play, that she saw you again—this time, on the court as one of the cheerleaders.

At first, she couldn’t believe it. She actually had to blink a few times, like her brain was trying to catch up with what her eyes were seeing. This was her third year at UConn, and she hadn’t noticed you were a cheerleader ever. Maybe she really was just unobservant, but it truly shocked her. You looked completely different from how you did in class—more animated, more alive, like you were in your element. And when you started that long, impressive tumbling pass down the court, her jaw dropped. She didn’t even know you could do that, and it left her staring, heart hammering in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time. (And maybe the tiny little uniform helped speed it up, too.)

From then on, Paige couldn’t keep her eyes off you during games. She’d always find herself watching you, wondering if you’d somehow feel her gaze, hoping that maybe, just once, you’d look her way. She spent so many games like that—sneaking glances, letting her mind wander, imagining what it might be like to finally work up the nerve to talk to you. But game after game, you never seemed to notice her, too focused on your routines, your teammates, and the cheering crowd around you.

And Paige? She knew she was hopelessly stuck. She’d sit there on the sidelines, feeling ridiculous, pining after a girl she couldn’t even talk to, a girl she thought she’d never really have a chance with. It was her worst crush yet—the kind that left her feeling off-balance, stumbling over her own thoughts, trying to convince herself that it didn’t matter—and she’d never even spoken to you. But each time she saw you out there, smiling, moving with that same effortless grace, she’d feel that same pull, that same quiet, persistent ache.

It’s senior year now, and Paige has one thing on her mind: basketball. It’s been more than a year since she’s played, and she’s determined to make this season count. All summer, she told herself the same thing over and over: Stay focused. Don’t get distracted. No more drifting thoughts, no more daydreams, and absolutely no more pointless crushes on girls she can’t have. And especially no crushes on you.

You, the cheerleader she’d spent too many junior year games staring at from the sidelines. You, the girl she still thought about when her mind wandered late at night, even though she knew better. No, this year, she was locking in. She’d worked too hard, too long, to let her head get all twisted up over you again. She was here to play basketball, not to chase after some unattainable crush.

But as she jogs onto the court for warm-ups, trying to ignore the butterflies that come with her first game back, her eyes somehow find you anyway. Just like they always do. And it’s like no time has passed at all. You’re laughing with the other cheerleaders, your hair perfectly styled in a half-up-half-down, a bow nestled in it, your uniform hugging you just right. The lights catch on your skin, giving you this soft glow, and your smile—God, that smile, so open and sweet and painfully distracting—has her heart skipping a beat before she even realizes it. Paige quickly snaps her eyes away, reminding herself she’s here to play, not to get lost in some imaginary world where she has a chance with you. This is her first game back, and even if it’s just an exhibition against Dayton, she’s got to make it count.

With a deep breath, she manages to brush you off. The pregame excitement kicks in, and her focus sharpens as the game begins. And it’s everything she’s been waiting for—the sounds of the court, the rush of the crowd, the thrill of moving with the ball in her hands again. She’s finally back, and for the first quarter, she’s locked in, feeling the rhythm of the game, feeling unstoppable.

Then it happens. KK makes a bad pass, and Paige is already in motion, chasing down the ball to save it from going out of bounds. She dives, stretching to reach it, but it’s just out of reach. Before she can stop herself, she’s crashing full speed into the sidelines—right into the cheerleaders.

Right into you.

The impact is quick and jarring, and she scrambles to her feet as fast as she can, heart hammering in her chest. She’s prepared to rattle off an apology when she realizes who she’s just barreled into. You’re significantly smaller than her, and her stomach drops as she takes in your wide eyes and the faint wince that flickers across your face. But you handle it with the same grace she’d always admired from afar, waving her off with a laugh and saying, “It’s fine! You’re good!” Your smile is easy, casual, and she’s even more mortified by how sweet you’re being about it.

She tries to apologize again, but you’re already brushing it off with that smile, and she feels her face heating up as she mumbles something unintelligible before hurrying back onto the court. But now her head’s a mess, all her carefully built-up focus gone, replaced by the embarrassing replay of what just happened. She tells herself to get it together, but it’s no use. Her mind keeps drifting back to the look on your face, to the sound of your laugh, to the softness in your smile when you waved her off.

The rest of the game passes in a frustrating blur. She’s off her rhythm, missing open shots she’d normally sink with ease, getting caught in rotations she usually anticipates. By the end, she’s only scored eight points—a painfully low number, especially for her—and she feels the weight of it like a stone in her stomach. She should be thinking about the game, her missed shots, how to get her focus back. But as she sits on the bench, watching the last few minutes tick away, all she can think about is you standing there, laughing off her clumsy collision, looking up at her with that easy, unbothered smile.

So much for not getting distracted.

After the game, Paige is still kicking herself over how sloppy her performance was. She lingers in the locker room, hoping to avoid any unwanted run-ins. But finally, when she’s convinced she’s given it enough time for everyone to clear out, she heads out into the quiet halls of Gampel Pavilion.

Except, of course, her luck isn’t that great. Just as she’s walking out, she spots you—still in your cheer uniform but with a UConn sweatshirt thrown over it, heading down the hall, cheer bag on your back. Her first instinct is to turn around, bolt back into the locker room, and hope to avoid any more humiliation, but it’s already too late. You look up, and your eyes meet, and suddenly she’s frozen in place, panicking because she’s actually staring straight into your eyes.

And then you smile at her. That smile, the one that sends her brain into a meltdown every time. But it’s so much worse now because your smile is directed at her. And, suddenly, you’re walking up to her and saying, “Hey, good game tonight,” and Paige is pretty sure her heart has stopped.

She tries to seem casual, to play it cool, but all she can manage is a shrug and a half-hearted, “Eh, wasn’t my best.” She’s hoping you don’t notice her stutter, but her cheeks are burning, giving her away.

You just wave it off, your dimple showing as you grin up at her. “Nah, this was just your warm-up. You haven’t played in, like, over a year. Next game you’ll drop thirty.”

Paige blinks, and the fact that you know she’s good at basketball—even though everyone knows she’s good at basketball—is enough to send her into a coma, she thinks. “Oh, gosh,” she says, rubbing the back of her neck, struggling to find words. “Gonna have to now, just for you.” The second it’s out of her mouth, she mentally facepalms. That totally sounds like she’s trying to flirt with you.

But you just laugh, eyes crinkling as you look at her, completely unfazed. “I’ll hold you to it,” you say, and that smile doesn’t waver.

There’s a pause, and Paige knows this is where you’re about to say goodbye, and she panics because, after two years of thinking and practically obsessing over you, she’s finally talking to you, and it feels too short, too fleeting. Before she can second-guess herself, she blurts, “Oh—uh, hey, about earlier… when I ran into you. I’m… really sorry about that.”

You shake your head, smiling even wider, brushing it off with an easy laugh. “Don’t worry about it. Happens all the time; more than you’d think.”

There’s something so casual and warm about the way you say it, and she feels herself relax a little, caught up in the fact that you’re looking right at her, not at all bothered, almost… endeared? And for some reason, seeing your dimpled smile has her stammering like she’s never done before.

“So… uh…” Paige stumbles, her words failing, her confidence gone. “Are you, um, going to Ted’s tonight?” She bites her lip the moment it’s out, but she presses on. “You know, a lot of people go there after the first game—it’s kinda, like, a…thing. Which, y’know, I guess you probably already know about because… you’re, like, not a freshman…” She sounds so stupid. God.

You tilt your head slightly, considering, before you smile at her again. “I wasn’t really planning on going, but…” You pause, looking at her with a bit of a spark in your eyes, and for a second, she feels like she might actually combust. “Should I?”

Paige’s eyes widen, and she’s nodding before she can stop herself. “Y-yes! I—I think you’d have a good time.” She mentally scolds herself for the stutter, but you’re just nodding, still smiling, still looking so effortlessly at ease while she’s a nervous mess.

You laugh softly, a sound she’s sure she’ll replay in her head all night, and say, “Alright. I’ll think about it. And if I do decide to go, I’ll see you there, Bueckers.”

And with one last smile, you turn and walk away, leaving her standing there in shock, her heart racing and her mind replaying every word you just said. She’s tempted to pinch herself, convinced this has to be some elaborate daydream because there’s no way she actually just talked to you.

She doesn’t move for a long moment, replaying the way you said her name, the sound of your laugh, and the chance that she might actually see you tonight.

IT’S LATER in the night at Ted’s, and Paige is doing her best to stay composed, talking with one of the guys from the men’s team. Dirty Shirley in hand, she’s feeling just the faintest buzz, not enough to loosen her grip on reality but just enough to feel the edges of her confidence soften. She’s nodding along to something the guy’s saying when, over his shoulder, she spots you walking in.

Paige’s attention falters as she takes you in. You’re in baggy jeans that hang low on your hips, and a leather tube top that clings in all the right places, dipping enough to make her gaze lower slightly. She can barely tear her gaze away as you head over to the bar with a couple of friends, both of whom Paige recognizes from the cheer team. You’re laughing, leaning into one of them, completely at ease, and she can’t stop watching.

She realizes she’s staring a little too long, so she quickly excuses herself, not to talk to you—God, no, she can’t even think straight around you—but to hide by her teammates before she does something stupid. Her teammates notice her the moment she approaches, grinning as they watch her flustered expression.

“You see who just walked in, P?” Azzi teases, nudging her.

Paige groans, cheeks burning. “Don’t start.”

But they’re all laughing, and Ice is elbowing KK with a smirk. Nika, who’s been listening with a barely disguised grin, rolls her eyes. “Okay, this is ridiculous. You’ve had a crush on this girl since, like, forever. Go talk to her.”

“Are you kidding? I can’t. She’s—” Paige doesn’t even finish the sentence, glancing over her shoulder just in time to see you at the bar, waiting for your drink. She’d be lying if she said her confidence hadn’t evaporated the moment you walked in, looking like that.

“Girl boo,” KK sighs dramatically, before grabbing Paige’s wrist and dragging her toward the bar. Paige stumbles after her, mumbling weak protests, but KK is determined, practically hauling her across the crowded floor until they’re standing right next to you. KK orders a Sprite, leaning casually on the bar and glancing over at you with a grin. “Hey, girly pop! You cheer, right?”

You smile, looking more at Paige than at KK, and Paige’s heart thuds against her ribs. “Yeah, I do,” you say, introducing yourself and holding out a hand to KK, but your gaze flickers right back to Paige, who’s half-hiding behind her friend, cheeks pink and looking slightly caught. “Hi, Paige.”

Paige’s voice comes out a little sheepish. “Hey.”

KK smirks, clearly satisfied, and gives Paige a quick wink before excusing herself, leaving Paige standing there alone with you.

There’s a beat of awkward silence as Paige shifts on her feet, trying to keep herself from looking like an idiot, which is hard considering how aware she is of every single thing about you—your posture, your smile, the way you’re leaning in just close enough that she can catch a faint hint of your perfume.

“So,” Paige says, trying for casual. “You glad you came?”

You tilt your head, your lips quirking up. “Hmm, not sure yet. I’m not too impressed so far.”

She nods, stifling a wince, feeling more awkward than she can ever remember. And yet, her mind’s racing, urging her to just go for it, because this is her moment. She’s Paige Bueckers—she’s supposed to be confident. She always is. Besides, if you’re not interested, at least she’ll know. And if you are…

She hesitates, then swallows, trying to keep her voice steady as she says, “Um… can I buy you a drink?”

There’s a flicker of something in your eyes—maybe amusement, maybe surprise—and she’s mentally bracing herself for you to say no when you glance at the bar and say, “Actually, I just ordered one.” Her heart sinks a little, but she forces a smile, trying to play it off. Of course you’re not interested; she should have known better—

Then you’re leaning closer, nudging her elbow with yours, and you smirk, your voice soft and playful. “But you can buy my next one, if you want.”

Paige’s brain short-circuits as your words settle in, her mouth going dry as she realizes what you just said. “Uh, y-yeah, totally,” she manages, trying to keep from looking as giddy as she feels. “I…I’d love to.”

Your smirk turns into a grin, and you’re looking at her like she’s the only person in the room. She’s trying to come up with something smooth to say when, suddenly, one of your friends pops ups beside you and Paige, tugging on your arm, pulling you off the barstool and towards the crowd with a teasing, “Come on!”

Paige opens her mouth to protest, but before she knows it, you’re being swallowed up into the throng of people—not before you send her a quick, apologetic look over your shoulder, your friend still dragging you. Paige frowns, a little disappointed, but quickly catches herself. It’s fine, she thinks, though a twinge of regret lingers. She pushes it aside, grabbing her drink from the bar and returning back to her table, telling herself to focus on celebrating. She’s finally back on the court, and after such a long, difficult recovery, tonight is meant to be about unwinding. So she does, letting her team hype her up as they cheer and clink their drinks in her honor, pulling her deeper into the night.

As the time passes, Paige’s frustration eases, replaced by a warm buzz that dulls everything except the elation of being surrounded by her friends. But even as she sips her drink, she can’t help but think about where you’ve disappeared to, if you’re still here, still laughing with your friends somewhere across the bar. She finds herself scanning the crowd more than once, looking for a glimpse of you. She tries to push it down, laugh it off with another round, but every time she looks around, her gaze seems to search for you.

Eventually, the heat of the crowded bar gets to her. She feels flushed, dizzy from the alcohol and the mass of people, so she slips out the back door for some air. The cool breeze hits her face, and she closes her eyes for a second, sighing as the sounds of the bar fade behind her. She barely has a moment to herself before she notices a figure sitting just a few feet away.

It’s you, sitting on the curb, looking down at your hands as if lost in thought. Paige blinks, unsure if she’s seeing things. But then you look up at the sound of the door closing and smile, that familiar, gentle smile that makes her heart stutter. You seem just as surprised to see her, but your expression softens, like you’re genuinely happy she’s there. And that’s all the encouragement Paige needs.

“You care if I join?” she asks, trying to sound casual, even though her heart’s racing.

“Not at all,” you reply, and she takes a seat beside you, a bit closer than she planned. She feels your warmth even in the night air, and it makes her head spin in a way she can’t blame on the alcohol.

There’s a pause, a comfortable silence stretching between you. Paige watches as you draw patterns in the gravel with your fingers, the lights from the bar casting a soft glow over your face. She swallows, summoning up the nerve to say something—anything that might keep you sitting here with her.

“Why you out here?” she starts, genuinely curious.

You shrug, glancing back toward the bar. “Got a little claustrophobic in there,” you say, voice soft.

“Yeah… me too,” Paige nods, grateful for the fresh air and this quiet moment with you. The silence returns, but this time, it’s charged, heavy with something she can’t quite put into words.

Finally, Paige finds her voice again, her words slipping out before she can think them over. “You’re a good cheerleader, y’know. You do all those flips and shit—it’s impressive.”

You let out a small laugh, looking away for a second as if flattered. Paige is almost certain she sees a faint blush on your cheeks, and the sight makes her smile a little, lips curving upward. “Didn’t know you really paid attention to the cheerleaders,” you respond, teasing.

Paige scoffs, shrugging as if it isn’t a big deal, even though she feels like she’s been caught in some sort of confession—which, she kinda has. “Well, I did sit out for a year, so… I had to find something to watch.”

You tilt your head, smirking as you ask, “So you chose to watch me?”

Paige’s cheeks warm, and she silently thanks the alcohol for the courage that lets her meet your gaze. “Yeah,” she murmurs, watching as you look away, biting your lip as if trying to hide a smile. The sight makes her heart skip in a way that’s both exhilarating and terrifying.

After a moment, Paige adds, “I think we… had a class together, couple years ago?”

You nod, eyes lighting up at the memory. “Yeah, we did. Sociology, right?” you reaffirm, nodding in tandem with her. “’M surprised you remember that—you always seemed so disinterested.”

Paige nearly blanches, genuinely surprised you’d noticed her too. She didn’t think you’d have remembered her, much less noticed her back then. The notion gives her some of her usual confidence beck and she manages a chuckle, shaking her head and tilting it slightly toward you as she murmurs, “Ah, so you were watching me too, huh?”

You roll your eyes, but your smile betrays you as you nudge her shoulder. “Shut up,” you mutter, but the blush on your face doesn’t go unnoticed.

There’s another pause, the two of you sitting side by side in the quiet, both of you lingering on the edge of something unsaid. Finally, you break the silence, voice soft and hesitant. “How come you never said anything before?”

Paige swallows, the question catching her off guard. She doesn’t know how to answer without giving herself away, without admitting the way her stomach twists every time she sees you around campus. So instead, she asks, turning the question back on you, “How come you never did?”

You don’t seem to mind that she didn’t really give you an answer. Instead, you just shrug, looking down at your hands. “I don’t know… you make me kinda nervous.”

The confession makes Paige’s heart alight, feeling like it’s on fire and might spread throughout her whole body. She’s used to people being in awe of her for basketball, for her skills on the court. But hearing you say that you feel that way too, like she’s someone more than just her reputation, shakes her. Besides, you’ve always seemed so incredibly at ease around her, never even bothering to look her way. So, almost incredulously, she asks, “Why?”

You scoff, looking at her like she’s missing something obvious. “Um, because you’re Paige Bueckers. Basketball prodigy, campus celebrity.” You raise your eyebrows at her. “I think most people would be.”

Paige feels a rush of warmth at your words, the way you say her name like it means something special. She searches your face, feeling the air grow thick around you, heavy with something she couldn’t quite name. And maybe it’s the alcohol in her system, maybe it’s the way you’re looking at her like she’s somehow both intimidating and endearing at the same time, but she’s feeling bold. Bold enough to keep this conversation going, to see where this moment might lead.

She clears her throat, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Well, if it helps… you make me nervous.”

You laugh, a little breathless, clearly surprised. “Yeah, right.”

“I’m serious,” Paige insists. “You ain’t see the way I stuttered around you earlier? Ion know, ma, you just kinda fuck with my head.”

She watches, grin widening, as you blush at her words, the color blooming across your cheeks. It’s addictive, seeing you react like that—because of her. She doesn’t even try to hide her amusement when you ask, gaze set out in front of you instead of on her, “Why would I fuck with your head?”

It’s a good question, one Paige asked herself for a long time. It never took her long to figure out the answer. Though, she’s a little nervous to explain herself.

And she gets even more nervous when your gaze slides back onto hers, your head turning towards her. Paige’s smile falters, just slightly, at the eye contact. It’s intense, the kind that feels like it’s holding the world still for a second. Paige’s heart is a drum in her chest, each beat vibrating through her veins. Her eyes slide across your face, your features, tracing the slope of your nose, the curve of your lips, the faint shimmer glitter swiped along your eyelids. She catalogues every detail as if she’s never going to get this close again—a very real possibility if she doesn’t up her game.

Finally, she leans in—just slightly—her voice low and steady as she answers you. “You got this positive energy that makes you just… stand out in front of a crowd. Big smile. Bright eyes. Mm, I just… like seeing that in people.”

The words settle in the space between you, warm and lingering. Paige hesitates, letting them wrap around you both before adding, her voice dipping lower, her boldness shooting upward, “And it doesn’t help that you’re too beautiful for your own good.”

You blush deeper this time, cheeks tinted more red than pink, and it makes Paige’s heart skip. She can’t help the way her lips twitch into a grin. She’s waited so long to see this—see you flustered because of her. It’s everything she imagined and more.

“Stop,” you protest, fighting a smile as you push at her hands, your tone not carrying any weight behind the word. Paige just laughs, soft and easy, catching your hand in hers before you can pull away. She lifts it slightly, letting her thumb brush over your knuckles as she murmurs, “Nah, really.”

It’s then that the air changes—shifting into something heavier. The space between the two of you is practically nonexistent at this point, your sides tucked right into each other. You’re staring at one another, and Paige can’t help it when her gaze flickers down to your lips, just for a second. But it turns out to be enough. Because then she sees your eyes dart to her mouth in return, lingering there. And that’s when Paige knows.

Still holding your hand, she locks her gaze on yours, her voice firm but soft when she repeats, “Really.”

It’s like that word unlocks something between you because suddenly you’re leaning in, and Paige is doing the same, her breath catching the moment your lips touch hers. It’s soft, tentative at first, like neither of you are quite sure if this is real. But then you press into her just slightly, and Paige swears the whole world tilts on its axis.

The kiss deepens, slow but deliberate, and Paige feels her whole body light up. Your lips are warm, soft, and you taste faintly of tequila and strawberry chapstick. It’s intoxicating, the way you move against her, gentle but with enough purpose to make her head spin. Paige’s hand slides up to cradle your jaw, her thumb brushing against your cheekbone.

Your fingers grab at her bicep, holding on like you don’t want to let go, and it sends a thrill through her. Paige’s lips part slightly, and when you follow, letting her slip her tongue into your mouth, it’s like a fire ignites somewhere deep inside her. The kiss isn’t frantic or messy—it’s unhurried, like the two of you have all the time in the world to explore this. She can feel the heat of your skin where her hand cups your face, and she wants to memorize every second, every sensation.

The way you tilt your head just a little, giving her more access, nearly undoes her. Paige tilts her own in response, deepening the kiss further, her fingers slipping from your jaw to the back of your neck. The touch is light, almost reverent, but the closeness makes her heart race.

Your other hand moves, grazing against her side before resting lightly on her hip. Paige’s stomach flips at the contact, her body leaning instinctively closer to yours. She swears she can feel the warmth of your breath between kisses, the subtle hitch when she nips at your bottom lip.

It’s slow, it’s sweet, but it’s intoxicating. Paige swears she’s never kissed anyone like this before, never felt this much just from simple lip-locking. When you pull back slightly—not breaking the kiss entirely, just catching your breath—she can’t help herself. She follows you instinctively, her mouth chasing yours in a way that feels both vulnerable and utterly fearless. You allow her to, tongues half entwined between your swollen lips.

When you finally part, Paige keeps close, her forehead gently pressing against yours, her hand still cradling your neck. Neither of you moves far, the space between you so small your breaths still mingle, soft and warm against each other’s lips. Paige’s eyes flutter open, but she doesn’t look away from you, her gaze locked on yours like you’re the only thing in the world that matters—which, right now, you might as well be.

Her voice comes out lower than she intends, husky and laced with something she can’t quite hide as she murmurs, “You gonna let me buy you that drink now?”

Your lips curve into a slow, easy grin, and Paige feels her chest tighten, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of it. You’re so close she can see the faint glimmer of mischief in your eyes, the way they soften as you look at her.

“Yeah,” you say, your voice soft but sure, “I’d like that.”

The way you say it, the way your smile widens just slightly after, makes Paige’s heart race all over again. She can’t help the small, satisfied smile that spreads across her face. Paige leans back just enough to take in the sight of you—your flushed cheeks, the way your hair’s slightly mussed, and that lingering, breathtaking smile she knows will haunt her in the best way.

“Good,” she murmurs, her thumb brushing your jaw lightly one last time before she pulls away completely, standing up and offering you her hand. When you take it, she holds on a little longer than necessary, leading you back into the bar, already planning how she’s going to keep you smiling for the rest of the night—and, hopefully, much longer afterwards.

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onelittlespiral · 3 months ago

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FML: Break

It had only been a few weeks, but already I was over this. Three weeks to crush a dream. Honestly, the burnout had been bad but I thought summer would help. I would have more time to myself. Relax. Reset. But as the first deadlines started breathing down my neck, I was this close to snapping.

The longer I stared, the more I couldn’t take it. I needed a break. Something to take my mind off things. Even if just for a few days. I needed Hypnodope.

I first came across their ads freshman year, and I dared my roommate to take the plunge. Their website had a few options, so I popped on a random one, and input one hour, the lowest it went. I just expect it to be a one hour loop of weird mumbling and graphics that we would turn off after a minute or two. But I watched in awe as in a few short minutes, a tan started creeping from his finger tips down his arms. He didn’t react then, nor when hair turned a dirty gold and his body hair vanished. But he certainly did as muscle began pumping into his thin frame, moaning as each pulse stretched his now golden skin taut to his muscular frame. He began to hump at the air as he ripped through his clothes, giving me a full view of his rod between his legs, though it was quickly covered by his thick fingers as he began jacking off to the video. By the time he finally came, my roommate was no longer sitting in front of me. Instead, a horny, golden boy was eying me up and down, as he assessed whether or not I was worthy to suck his perfect cock.

He put in the work for that hour, no position off limits, no taste of his too bold as I submitted to him. But just after our second round, he trembled as his skin lost its hue. His muscles were sucked back into his frame, and my new roommate was back, blushing in front of me, as he rushed to put on some clothes.

I hadn’t been back to the site since then, a little too self conscious to explore the power I possessed. But after a night in the library from dusk to dawn, with no end in sight, I knew it may be the only way to force myself into a break. With caution I pulled up the site and scrolled the options.

I knew I didn’t want anything too serious. Certainly not the extent that my roommate had. But I wanted something that would take the edge off. And I think I found the perfect one: “Fucking Feral, Bro”. The name was a bit much, but it had basically everything I wanted. More muscle, boosted stamina, lowered inhibition and capacity for concern. I figured a few hours would be enough to try it out and have a great night out. So, I laid down, turned on the video, and prepared to be relaxed.

Almost immediately my brain felt fuzzy, like the static that was showing was in my head. Then, an image came into focus. It was some muscled up guy, stripped down to his speedo, not a care in the world as he posed for the camera. He looked like he was having fun. I wonder where he’s going? Must be relaxing…

I stretched out on my bed to get comfortable. For some reason I was just so tight. So uptight too. I didn’t need to be so stressed. A pressure I didn’t know I was holding was releasing from my head. It was so relaxing as I just lay back and stared deeper and deeper at the spiral now on screen. I could be just like the guy on the screen. No.

Like. My. Broooooo.

My hand drifted down to my cock at full attention. I didn’t even pause as I felt the heat radiating from it. My had just began gliding up and down. It was insanely sensitive. I bit my lip to keep the moans from escaping. As I stroked up and down, I felt it pulsing in my hand, swelling from five inches to six, then seven, growing more sensitive with each stroke. My toes were curling in my shoes, but soon felt constrained. I looked down to see the cheap leather straining to hold them in. With one flex of my foot, my size 12 soles ripped clean through. Meanwhile, my legs were getting some love, calves shredding while my thighs swole with muscles and fat. They squeezed against my heavy balls, increasing the raw animalistic pleasure I was devolving into as thick pre dribbled from my thick mushroom-tip and coated my monster.

By the time I started to worry a bit, it was too late. It was becoming hard to focus on my body, even as my gut sucked in and pushed out a perfect 6-pack and pecs chiseled from muscle and fat hung heavy on my chest. I could only focus on the changes rippling down my arms because the pump in my forearms was keeping me jacking and my thick fingers and calloused palms were much easier to wrap around my needy cock. I tried to stop myself, to will myself to turn off the now strobing screen. But the sensation was too much, and I could no longer hold back moans that were quickly deepening.

A fog of hormones was fully engulfing my brain now, dimming any reservations I could muster about my heightened state. I was moaning in heat at this point, ready to bury my cock in just about anyone. The video was edging me now, pushing as much change as it could before it released me. Every muscle in my body flexed, getting one last pump in. But as the video gave its command to cum, one pump was all I needed to coat the wall. I was left hot and panting, but somehow relaxed and insanely horny. As I checked myself out, dude I was sooo much hotter.

I let my free hand trace my abs and grab at my meaty pecs. Playing with my nips was like a whole new level bro, sent me into overtime. I couldn’t stop imagining the holes I needed to split open with this monster, just as I couldn’t stop just flexing, feeling the power surging through my veins. It was almost impossible to pull my hands away, but I knew I needed to hit the bars and get a few drinks in me. Bro, what was old me thinking, setting this for only the night? He was always such a bore anyways. I threw on the tightest tee shirt I could find, and some grey sweatpants. Rocking the fuckboi special, I was on the prowl for some ass to plow.

The night wasn’t great. Naw, it was excellent. Climbing back into my dorm room, I was soaked in sweat and reeked of sweat, beer, and cum. I had lost track of how many men I’d made my bitch that night. I at least remembered ripping off my shirt before sliding into one in the alley outside. God, I was a fucking show dude. Should have seen the faces of some of the dudes, I don’t think they were expecting me to switch so easily from topping to bottoming. I was an animal, I was feral.

I was out of control.

I may have been fighting through that horny haze, but I knew one thing for certain. In just a few hours I would wake up in my bed and immediately worry. Worry about the night, the consequences, the danger. And I would never get to have that much fun again in my life. Bro, it was so damn boring being such a square. Someone had to make a decision.

I turned back to my laptop and began scrolling through options. I needed someone like me, someone who would make sure we had a good time. I needed someone to maintain this lifestyle for years. Maybe we could make some physique upgrades too. But above all, I needed someone who couldn’t ever find a way to set us back. And there it was, the perfect candidate. As I added more and more time, some stupid warnings tried to pop up, but I didn’t care. I was already hard at just the thought of the bro I was about to unleash. I hit play and braced for impact. I was going to be so fucking dumb, dude.

The effect was immediate. My eyes were blinded by a bright flash on screen as a dull ringing buzzed in my ears and rattled my head. The world around me felt heavy and slow. Every muscle was on edge, trembling beneath some unseen weight. The world was pushing in around me. I was frozen in a moment of pressure. But then, at the front of my brain bro, it was warm. And tingly. And soooo relaaaaxed. As it rippled through my head, I couldn’t help but relax my face, eyes half closed, tongue out, drool drip

Drip

Dripping.

With each drip, it felt easier to relax, easier to thaw. And as I let each IQ point drip slowly out of my brain, off my tongue, and roll down my chest, I felt the waves crashing down my body.

It started in my shoulders, rolling into mountains of muscle, absurd in size even against my muscular body. But quickly it moved deep in my chest, pushing out from deep within my pecs. The sensation was overwhelming as with each strained breath muscle and fat hung heavier from my frame. I could even feel it as my nips stretched, wide and hard as diamonds. My arms began to loosen and instinctively brought themselves to massage my fat muscle tits. But soon they had to pull away, locked in a double-bicep pose as they inflated to near absurd proportions. As I flexed my forearms in and out, I felt the resistance growing as my biceps rolled back and forth. I was starting to truly feel hot and sweaty as the waves of muscles continued to ripple downward.

I could feel the heat as it started targeting my lower half. No longer toned muscle, it felt heavy against the bed even as I sat there. It throbbed as nearly any remaining fat on my body channeled into my ass, leaving it straining against the seams of my shorts. They were growing bigger by the minute. Though my cock and balls were certainly trying their best to compete. As my pouch was slowly becoming overstimulated by the pressure in their tight quarters, my cock was snaking down my leg to find space. I was ineptly pawing at my zipper, trying to find some release. But the final blow came as my thighs pushed out. The legs were busting through seams as I finally gave up and ripped through the remaining fabric, fervently stroking my heavy cock. Then it too started to drip…

Drip…

Drip.

As my cock began oozing, I felt like brain was slowly melting down. My thoughts felt heavy. I knew that the video was giving me commands, but I couldn’t even try to process them. I could only feel them slip deep in my brain bruh. I could feel him in there. Some version of me trying to keep it together. But he was getting real confused. And really horny. Heh, he was becoming just like the rest of me. Wasn’t it easier to just let my muscles talk? Wasn’t it easier to just feel out what to do? Wasn’t it easier to just give in and… and… be… duhhhh-

Can’t think. Gotta release. My balls are aching dude. I can’t hold onto these brains any more. I need it… I need… au… AUH… AUGHHHH

As the last of my brains shot out of me, I was left in a state of absolute happiness. No thoughts. No worries. Just heat and muscle. As the last of my brains shot out of me, I was left in a state of absolute happiness. No thoughts. No worries. Just heat and muscle.

I was perfect bro. The world came into focus as I sat up. I didn’t even realize my tongue was still hanging out.

It was a beautiful day outside, bruh. I just needed to find a hole to start it off with.

#fml #dumber tf #hypnosis #jockification #growth tf #bro

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ⓘㅤ 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄 ⠀⠀(让我们逃离她吧。)

͏summary “ ✉. Sunghoon, your coach, decided to surprise you for winning the national ice skating olympics—inside the van where they would be waiting for the others and going to eat.

⠀،،⠀Genre. ’ Smut, suggestive.

( 𝒄/𝒘. )───Cheating, manipulation, teacher's pet, hidden relationship, swearing, impregnation, fingering, fogged windows, torn/ripped clothing, rough, unprotected.

Time passed strangely, as if each day blended into the next, filled with emotions that never quite dissipated.

After that day in the locker room, nothing seemed to have changed on the outside. The sex continued, the training grew more intense, and Sunghoon still demanded the best from you. But underneath it all, something was different.

You knew what was happening wasn’t normal; the boundaries between coach and student had completely vanished. Sunghoon always found a way to get too close, to slide his hands over your body under the guise of correcting your posture or adjusting a movement. And every time he did, the weight of guilt and arousal crushed you, leaving you trapped between desire and reality.

One afternoon, while practicing a new routine, you felt his hands on your waist, adjusting the way you moved.

His touch, as always, was firm but laden with hidden intentions. At first, you tried to ignore it, focusing on the movements, on the ice beneath your feet, but you knew where this was heading. Sunghoon was slowly leading you to the same place as always: to those moments after every practice when it was no longer just about skating.

On one such occasion, while sitting on the bench, still breathing heavily from the physical exertion, Sunghoon approached you again. His hands were quick and long, moving over your body as if he knew exactly what you needed, as if it was his right to push you to the limit.

You were caught in that swing between pleasure and fear. Sunghoon was so close, his body pressing yours against the wall as you felt his hot breath on your neck and his cock brushing against your sweet spot.

Just as his lips brushed yours and the heat increased, the sound of a phone interrupted the moment.

Panic surged through you like lightning as you saw him pull out his phone. It was his wife. You heard him answer calmly, his voice firm and full of affection as he spoke with her. “Yes, my love… I’m finishing up training… I’ll see you soon, I love you.”

Your mind was clouded with fear. Sunghoon’s movements didn’t stop. His hands continued to touch you, moving with precision inside you while he continued talking to his wife on the phone.

Sunghoon knew exactly what he was doing. The power he had over you was undeniable, and you felt like prey caught under the gaze of a predator. He relished that control, the way he could manipulate every situation to his advantage. Even while sweetly talking to his wife, his fingers kept working, pushing you beyond your limits, caressing and pressing your sweet spot in a circular motion.

When he hung up, his sly smile made it clear he had enjoyed every second. “You’re the best, you know?” he whispered in your ear, his voice deep and laden with intent. “And all of this is so you keep improving. To be the best, you have to learn to work under pressure, beautiful.”

You felt torn. You knew it was wrong, that every encounter pushed you further into an abyss you couldn’t escape. But the pleasure was undeniable, as was the fear of being discovered.

And after every training session, each time you left the locker room with your body trembling, filled with him and your mind in chaos, your thoughts revolved around one thing: you couldn’t stop this.

Every training session ended the same way.

A touch here, a whisper there, and suddenly, you found yourself wanting more, even though you knew you shouldn’t. Your thoughts overflowed, a mix of pleasure and guilt that kept you awake at night.

You wondered if anyone suspected, if others noticed the glances, the times Sunghoon touched you more than necessary. And, above all, you wondered how you had ended up here, where the line between desire and submission was growing thinner.

But he always knew what to do, how to handle you, how to make you forget everything, at least for a while.

You were trapped, and Sunghoon knew it.

You were in the locker room, adjusting your suit over and over, as if nervousness clung to your feet. The fabric fit perfectly on your body, but you couldn’t avoid feeling the sweat accumulating at the base of your neck, mingling with the anticipation of the moment.

Your hands trembled slightly as you mentally reviewed each jump, each spin, each pose you had practiced repeatedly.

You knew you could do it; you had worked so hard to get here, but something inside you kept wavering. It wasn’t just the weight of the competition; it was everything else. The emotions you had accumulated over the past month, the fear that someone might discover what you and Sunghoon shared.

Suddenly, the sound of the door opening made you turn, and there he was. Sunghoon, with his relaxed posture and that mischievous smile that always made you shiver. Without saying a word, he approached you, his hand reaching for yours, intertwining his fingers with yours as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

He drew you close, and before you could react, his lips captured yours in a slow, soft kiss, completely different from any other he had given you before. You felt your body relax, although the nerves still fluttered in your chest.

“Calm down…” he assured you, bringing his face closer to yours. “Everything will be fine,” he whispered against your lips, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes searching yours.

It was as if with those words, all the noise around you faded away. Sunghoon pulled back just a millimeter, leaving one last kiss on your lips, softer than you had ever felt before. It was the first real gesture of affection, the first that didn’t feel like part of a power game or a challenge. It was the first time his words didn’t sound like an order but like comfort.

“Go and give them a reason to applaud you,” he whispered against your lips before pulling away, leaving only the warmth of his skin as a memory.

With his support giving you the final push, you took a deep breath and headed to the rink.

When you finally stepped onto the ice, the lights dimmed around you, leaving you in the spotlight. The silence was deafening as the whole world awaited your start. You breathed deeply, your legs trembling at first, but as soon as you glided your first foot onto the rink, everything else disappeared.

And then the music began.

You glided with strength and precision across the ice, letting the rhythm guide you. Each jump, each spin was executed with a perfection you had practiced to exhaustion. You moved with a fluidity achieved after years of training.

The spins were precise, the jumps perfect, your arms extended in the air as if you were flying, and every time you touched the ice, you felt your movements leaving an invisible mark on the rink. The audience held their breath with each daring move, but all you thought about was impressing Sunghoon, winning his approval.

The applause from the audience was barely a murmur compared to the deafening beat of your heart. You moved with agility, your feet cutting the ice smoothly, but there was a fierceness behind every movement.

The key moment came with the triple axel, a sequence you had failed countless times during practice but now executed flawlessly. Your body soared into the air, spinning with speed and precision, and when you landed smoothly, one arm raised, eyes fixed on the horizon, it was as if at that moment you had conquered the whole world.

The lights bathed you in a golden glow. The stadium erupted in applause, cheers echoing around you, but you didn’t hear any of it. It wasn’t the audience that mattered. It wasn’t victory you were after.

You turned, scanning the crowd, and saw him. Sunghoon was standing, eyes shining, jumping with excitement. Your heart skipped a beat, filling you with a pride that no medal could give.

But then, reality hit.

Next to him was her, his wife, with her hand resting on her growing belly. He turned to her and, before you could process it, hugged her tightly and gave her a quick, brief kiss that hurt more than you wanted to admit. They both looked radiant, sharing the joy of your victory as if it were their own.

And you, frozen in the center of the rink, felt a wave of sadness wash over you. You had given everything, achieved your biggest dream, but it still wasn’t enough. Sunghoon gave his first hug to her, not to you. His happiness, his celebration, it all was with her.

The crowd continued cheering, the lights enveloped you, and your name echoed throughout the stadium. You had accomplished the unthinkable. You had won. But inside, the only validation you truly wanted was his. And he… was giving it to someone else.

You clenched your fists, trying to bury that feeling deep within yourself. You knew it was unfair, that you had no right to feel this way, but you couldn’t help it.

“Stop thinking about it, [...]” you told yourself, but the pain was already lodged in your chest. Despite everything, all you wanted was for him to look at you, for his happiness to be about you, for him to share it only with you and no one else. You had won, but deep down, all you wanted was for Sunghoon to see you. Only you.

The lights continued to illuminate the rink as you glided toward the center, no longer worried about maneuvers or jumps. You had won. You knew it. The entire stadium was telling you, from the thunderous applause to the admiring gazes that followed you.

You stopped at the center of the rink and stood there, breathing deeply as the sound of the crowd enveloped you. The moment felt unreal, yet you had worked your whole life to be here.

Hands helped you off the ice. Your team’s staff was there, waiting at the edge of the rink. Smiles and hugs came one after another. You felt a surge of emotions: pride, relief, happiness, but also something deeper, more confusing. Among the crowd, you glimpsed Sunghoon.

He was smiling, one of those smiles only he could give you, but he did it right after kissing his wife, who was embraced with him. That kiss, though brief, remained etched in your mind. However, you focused on the present.

“You did it!” shouted one of the coaches, giving you a pat on the back. The hugs were warm, the congratulations sincere, but what you really wanted was to hear from him. To see his expression without barriers, without the mask of happiness he wore in front of others.

They placed you on the podium, the first, the highest. Flags waved, and the anthem played loudly. And then the moment came. They draped the gold medal around your neck, a shiny and heavy piece symbolizing everything you had fought for. Flowers, a beautiful bouquet, were handed to you as the crowd applauded non-stop.

The roar was deafening. Everything felt like it was in slow motion, as if time had stopped just for you. Even though you tried to keep your composure, a small tear rolled down your cheek. It was the biggest moment of your life, hitting you with all its intensity.

When you finally descended from the podium, your team greeted you with more hugs and congratulations. Everyone wanted to touch the medal, see the gleaming gold. But amid all the excitement, your eyes kept searching for him.

Sunghoon approached you, with his characteristic calm, and for a moment, everything else stopped mattering. He extended his hand, as if to congratulate you formally, but the moment you shook his hand, his thumb traced a small circle on your palm. A subtle caress, but one that ignited something inside you. No one else noticed, but it was enough for you.

“Good job,” he said, his voice low, serious, and serene, though his eyes spoke of something more. But just when you thought he might say something more personal, his wife’s hand slid down his arm, and they looked at each other with a complicity you couldn’t ignore. You pressed your lips together, trying to control the emotions welling up in your chest.

The rest of the team surrounded you before you could think more about it. Cameras pointed at you, journalists surged forward, eager for an interview. Questions began to fly from all sides: “How do you feel?”, “What was the most difficult moment of your routine?”, “What does this victory mean to you?”

“It’s incredible…” you replied, smiling, trying to make your words coherent while emotions continued to overflow. The happiness was there, of course. You had won. You had achieved what you set out to do, but there was a cloud still hovering over you.

“It was a lot of effort... my team was always there, supporting me, helping me practice to be the best…” you continued in the interviews, your answers interrupted by camera flashes and the din of the crowd.

In the distance, you could see Sunghoon chatting with other staff members, and although part of you wanted to focus on the excitement of the moment, you couldn’t help but notice how comfortable he looked, maintaining that perfect coach facade, approaching his wife, sharing with her a smile, a hug, while you were on the verge of emotional collapse.

Some questions turned personal:

“Is there someone in particular you’d like to dedicate this victory to?”

That question made your thoughts stop for a second. Could you tell the truth? Tell the world that all you wanted to dedicate each of your achievements to was your coach? That you wanted Sunghoon to recognize you beyond being his student? No, of course you couldn’t.

“… To my team and everyone who has supported me on this journey,” you answered with a firm voice, kissing the medal while looking at the camera with a smile, hiding the true emotions bubbling beneath the surface.

After the interviews, you finally had a breather, though the emotions still weighed on your chest. The medal hung around your neck, cold and heavy, but it wasn’t its weight that overwhelmed you. It was that strange mix of satisfaction for having won and the sense of emptiness knowing that, despite everything, what you truly longed for was out of your reach.

The rest of the day passed in a sort of haze. The celebrations continued, and although you tried to enjoy the moment, your mind kept drifting back to Sunghoon.

You had stepped away from the award ceremony’s commotion and were now in the locker room, changing into more comfortable clothes. The tension of the competition began to dissipate, replaced by a weariness that was felt in every muscle.

As you removed your competition outfit and put on something more relaxed, you allowed yourself to bask in the satisfaction of victory, but also in the melancholy that it wasn’t quite complete without the attention you truly desired.

You put on a cotton t-shirt and a pair of comfortable pants. You were trying to calm yourself, enjoying the moment of peace, when you heard the sound of the door opening. You turned around, a wide smile on your face, expecting to see Sunghoon. But, to your surprise, it was another staff member who entered.

“Hello, [...]” said the staff girl. “I just wanted to let you know that, in honor of your victory, some sponsors are organizing a dinner tonight. Congratulations!”

It was just a silly dinner where you had to pretend to be happy, only—“That’s great, thanks for letting me know and thank you very much!” you said as you nodded with a smile, grateful for the news as you adjusted your clothes.

Before the girl could close the door, you saw Sunghoon standing in the doorway, with his imposing presence and a smile that seemed to hide something. His hands were in the pockets of his pants, and his watch glinted slightly under the light of the locker room. You couldn’t help but feel a tingle of anticipation seeing him there, waiting for you.

The door was closing when his hand managed to stop it, and he walked in with an agility that made your heart race.

“Sunghoon...” you whispered, smiling widely upon seeing him.

Sunghoon crossed the door with determined steps. His hands were extended towards you as if he was about to touch something precious.

Finally, he approached, and before you could say anything, he wrapped his arms around you, his head nestling into the curve of your neck and his hands caressing your waist, giving it a slight squeeze. The contact was warm, and you could feel his breath mingling with yours, his breath warm and light against your skin, and the scent of his cologne blending with your sweat, creating a feeling of intimacy that surprised you.

“You did amazing,” he whispered close to your ear, his voice a husky murmur that made you feel even more special. “I’m so proud of you.”

His words were accompanied by a gentle kiss on the neck, a gesture that sent a wave of warmth throughout your body. You clung to him, wrapping your hands around his neck as he lifted you off the ground with a surprisingly agile and tender movement.

His lips met yours in a kiss full of emotion, and as he spun you around, the outside world seemed to disappear for a moment. Your heart was pounding, both from the euphoria of victory and from the unexpected and meaningful contact between you both.

When he set you back on the ground, his hand caressed your cheek with a tenderness that contrasted with his usual professional demeanor. He looked at you with those intense eyes that used to intimidate you, but now filled you with a warm satisfaction.

“Listen,” he said, leaning towards your ear and whispering. “I need you in the parking lot as soon as I get out of here. I have... something for you, and I want you to be there to see it.”

His words were a promise in themselves, and the kiss he left on your neck before leaving the locker room made that promise seem even more urgent.

You were left alone in the locker room, with the echo of his words resonating in your mind. The physical contact and sincere gesture you had just experienced made you feel special, as if the bond between you had gone beyond the simple coach-student relationship.

As soon as Sunghoon left the locker room, you hurried to follow him. The buzz continued around you as you made your way to the parking lot. You paused briefly to look around, some members of your team were still chatting, sharing laughs and comments about the event. Others were busy putting away the stuffed animals and gifts that your fans had thrown onto the ice after your triumph, with smiles on their faces.

For a moment, you wondered if it was really worth going, fearing that whatever he had for you might embarrass you for the rest of your career. On the other hand, you wanted to be with him, you wanted to have him close again.

Without wanting to draw too much attention, you made sure no one was paying too much attention to you before walking toward the truck, pulling the hood of your jacket over your head, making your way quickly to where Sunghoon was.

When you reached the vehicle, your eyes caught something strange; Sunghoon was standing by the truck, putting something into his jacket, a small box of some sort. The way he did it, quickly and discreetly, made you wonder what he was hiding.

But before you could think too much about it, you approached and greeted him with a slight smile, feeling that nervousness in your stomach again.

“What did you need me here for, Sunghoon?” you asked lightly, trying to break the tension you felt.

Sunghoon didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he approached you with slow steps, a look that seemed to pierce you and made you feel small under his presence.

Without saying a word, he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close in a swift but controlled move. Your hands instinctively rested on his chest. His touch was firm, and the warmth of his body enveloped you, almost as if he was claiming you in some way.

“You know I’ve been watching you all the time, right?” he whispered with a low, possessive tone, his warm breath against your ear. There was a small shiver that ran down your spine at the deep tone of his voice. “Every move you made on that rink was for me, that suit highlighting everything that drives me crazy. And now... you’re mine, completely mine.”

Before you could process his words, Sunghoon tilted his head towards yours, capturing your lips in a slow, soft kiss, but filled with a latent desire. There was no rush, just the intensity of every brush of his lips against yours.

His hands tightened around your waist, as if he wanted to make sure you wouldn’t escape from him. Your hands instinctively sought to cling to his jacket, feeling the warmth of his body against yours.

The kiss lasted for a few seconds that seemed eternal. When he finally pulled away, his dark eyes met yours, and in that moment you knew there was no turning back. Sunghoon moved away just enough to look you in the eyes, his lips still so close they could almost touch again.

“Get in,” he ordered, his intense and serious gaze, but without losing that spark of possession and need that made you feel special. It was the kind of look that made you understand that, at that moment, there was no one else in his world but you.

He gestured with his eyes for you to get in first. Sunghoon opened the truck door with almost indifferent ease, gave you a nod, and without hesitation, you got into the back seat. The inside of the truck was warm and cozy, but the air felt heavy with the tension between you.

Sunghoon entered behind you, closing the door with a soft click that resonated louder in your ears. Without wasting time, he locked all the doors.

The cabin was silent, the sound of your ragged breathing the only thing breaking the stillness. Sunghoon turned to you, one of his hands resting on the back of the seat while his eyes locked onto yours, smiling as he looked you up and down.

“Finally, I can give you your gift,” he said, his tone firm, almost like a promise, and at the same time, a warning.

The shiver that ran down your spine wasn’t from fear but from anticipation.

Without warning, Sunghoon quickly shrugged off his jacket, tossing it carelessly into the front seat. He approached you with decisive movements, never taking his eyes off you.

Suddenly, he buried his face in the curve of your neck with an almost feral need. His breathing was heavy, and the heat of his body against yours felt scorching. The brush of his lips barely touched you as his hands began to move, firm and determined.

“You looked amazing out there...” he whispered between soft bites on your skin, his lips grazing the sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder. “Every time you moved, I couldn’t stop imagining how your body looked under that tight clothing... How you shone under the lights...”

His tongue traced a slow path over your skin, letting the warmth of his mouth envelop you. His voice was a mix of admiration and desire, but there was a dangerous edge to it, something he could no longer control.

“That outfit...” he continued, his hands starting to explore your body, moving from your sides down to your thighs, squeezing them tightly, as if claiming every part of you. “Tight... Showing how beautiful you look. God, what I would give to have you for myself, but of course...”

His voice faltered slightly as his hands continued to move up your thighs, getting closer to your crotch. You could feel the heat rising through your body, your breathing becoming heavier, and your thoughts turning confused and dirty.

“My wife...” he growled through clenched teeth, his voice filled with frustration as his lips left a trail of kisses and bites on your skin. “If it weren’t for her, I’d have you in my hands all the time, kissing you and filling you...”

The bitterness in his tone was evident, but you could only focus on the heat of his hands on your thighs, moving up and down as if he couldn’t decide where to start. His fingers sunk softly into your flesh, as if claiming every part of you. He bit your neck with more force, leaving a visible mark.

You remained there, sighing, feeling each bite, each possessive touch, letting him do as he pleased. There was no resistance in your body, only the silent surrender you had always offered him.

His words echoed in your head, filling you with a mix of internal pride and vulnerability. You felt the weight of his full attention finally falling on you, intensifying every touch, every brush of his lips. Your fingers gripped his arms tighter, but it wasn’t enough; you wanted more, needed more.

The tension in the air was palpable, Sunghoon’s gaze was filled with intense emotions that made you feel small, yet desired at the same time.

His body still pressed against yours, his hands marking your skin firmly through the clothes, and his words resonated in your head like a sweet torture. The silence in the truck made every small touch, every sigh, seem amplified.

“It’s frustrating... having to share you with everyone, acting like you’re not mine...” he said with a mix of possessiveness and contained rage before leaving one last kiss on your collarbone. His breathing was heavy, and his lips were red and swollen from repressed desire.

“Although...” Sunghoon leaned in a bit more, his lips barely grazing yours as a provocation, leaving the kiss hanging in the air before whispering: “Tonight, you are all mine.”

The heat of his voice struck you like lightning, making a shiver run down your spine. Your hands trembled, unsure whether to push him away or cling to him. His breathing was heavy, as if the very air you shared was not enough to quench the fire burning between you. He kept his hands firmly on your hips, and with a slight pull, guided you even closer to him.

You felt the heat of his body seeping through your clothes, and his dark gaze, fixed on you, made you shiver. The silence between you became deafening, and your mind struggled to process what was happening.

“Get on top,” he ordered with that deep voice that always completely disarmed you.

Confusion and nervousness swirled in your stomach, and in a desperate attempt to find an escape, you murmured weakly.

“B-but hyung...” you hesitated, your hands trembling slightly as you touched his chest for support, your voice barely a whisper. “What if someone c-comes? They might see... see us... here, moving...”

Your words barely escaped coherently, but Sunghoon didn’t seem fazed. On the contrary, his lips curled into a smile filled with malice, an expression that was both tender and dangerous.

At first, he said nothing, just looked at you with those eyes that always seemed to see beyond your words, beyond what you tried to hide, and before you could finish your sentence, his hands rose from your waist to your hips, then up your back, making every inch of your skin feel aflame.

And then, without warning, he kissed you again. This time the kiss was not gentle or slow like before; it was intense, claiming you with every brush of his lips against yours. Wanting to silence you, fed up with your damned tendency to think of others before yourself.

The kiss grew wilder as you let him press against you, rougher. Sunghoon wasted no time taking control, crushing your lips with his with an intensity that stole your breath away. His tongue forced its way without delicacy, attacking yours in a battle for dominance he was clearly winning. The sound of both of you breathing heavily filled the cabin, your gasps caught between the clash of his lips and the intrusion of his tongue, which explored every corner of your mouth with hunger.

Sunghoon frowned, his jaw tense as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss even more, his movements almost brusque. His hands moved down to your lower hips, gripping you firmly as if to make it clear that you weren’t going anywhere. His fingers dug into your skin through the fabric, and a shiver ran through you as he pulled you closer, leaving no space for resistance.

The sounds of your breathing and his soft growls filled the air, making the atmosphere even more suffocating. His tongue moved with urgency, seeking more, demanding more from you and your gasps, your lips responding with sharp, broken moans. Every time you tried to take a breath, he took your lips again, nibbling them, making you feel the burn of his desire.

His hands did not stop gripping you, moving from your hips to your thighs, squeezing them as he kept you under his control, his body radiating heat and need. Sunghoon devoured you with every movement, his lips firm, his tongue relentless, as you sank deeper into the ecstasy of that rough and passionate kiss that made you feel completely his.

When he finally pulled away, both of you breathed heavily, the air between you charged with desire. Sunghoon slid a hand down your cheek, caressing your skin with a tenderness that contrasted with the fire in his gaze.

“So, are you going to disobey me?” he whispered, his deep tone carrying a subtle hidden threat. “Won’t you accept the gift I have for you?”

His voice was soft, almost sweet, but the words were laden with a weight that made it hard to refuse. Your thoughts tangled, and although you knew you should say no, that it wasn’t the time or place, your trembling lips could barely form the right words.

“It’s what you deserve…” his voice was lower, more controlled, but filled with that possessiveness that always made you shiver. His hand began to slide slowly down your neck, his fingers barely grazing your skin, as if savoring every second of contact. “For being such an obedient boy, always doing everything so well…” he added, his lips dangerously close to your ear, letting his breath envelop you.

His hand continued down, passing your collarbone and tracing the contour of your chest, his fingers grazing your nipple with a calculated slowness that made you feel every inch of his touch. Finally, he stopped at the lower part of your back, his fingers gripping your clothing lightly, applying a gentle but insistent pressure, pulling you closer, almost rubbing your leg against his erection.

“And you wouldn’t want to disappoint me now, would you?” he murmured against your skin, his lips barely brushing your neck, as his words seemed to envelop your mind, manipulating your thoughts. “After all… it’s what you earned. My gift… for being so perfect in everything you do.”

With a firm movement, he pulled you closer, his eyes locked on yours, waiting for a response. “So, are you going to rudely reject what you deserve?” His voice became deeper, almost a challenge, as his other hand slowly moved up your thigh, marking his territory with every touch.

“I wouldn’t do that to you, would I?” he hinted, his lips finally seeking yours with a barely perceptible smile, the one he used when he knew he had absolute control. “Get on top, where you belong…”

Sunghoon held you firmly, his fingers pressing into your hips as if claiming you for himself. The intensity of his gaze pierced through you, dark, dominant, and filled with contained desire. There was no room for doubt, only for the submission he expected and knew he would get from you, as he always did.

"Still trying to resist?" he murmured, his tone dripping with control but also warmth, almost comforting, making it hard for you to think of anything else. "You know I want you for myself, you always have."

His hands guided you firmly onto his lap, placing you exactly where he wanted, where he felt you belonged. The heat of his body mixed with yours, and for a moment, the fear of being discovered was a distant echo.

"Come on, sweetheart… don’t make me wait any longer," his voice was low, whispers vibrating against your skin as you settled on top of him. Each word was calculated, designed to bend you to his will. His hands gripped your hips, moving you with that blend of delicacy and control only he could achieve.

"Are you afraid someone will see us?" he whispered, his mouth brushing the line of your jaw before moving to your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. "You should worry more about what I'll do if you keep moving on top of me."

He tightened his grip on your hips, his breath heavy, his tone full of possession. "I know you like it… how it makes you feel. Don’t deny it now."

His lips found yours, this time with no room for softness. It was a demanding kiss, filled with hunger, his tongue invading your mouth without asking permission, seeking your submission. As he did, one of his hands slid down your back, pressing firmly on the lower part, pushing you against him.

"Don’t try to stop me, [...]. Not today," he murmured between kisses, his voice deep and filled with promises he always fulfilled, because he always did.

Sunghoon’s touch on your skin was scorching, his hands exploring every inch of your body with precision, but filled with a desire that pulsed strongly. He kept you trapped between his fingers, each caress transmitting an unbreakable dominance, and although he wasn’t cruel, his control over you was complete. There was no room for resistance. Every touch was a silent command, enveloping you in his power.

"You look so perfect like this…" he murmured, his voice low, saturated with contained lust as he leaned closer to your ear, his warm breath making your skin prickle. "This is how you should always be. Just mine. Just for me."

His words were sharp, each one pulling you further away from any rational thought. There was no escape, only submission. His mouth slid down your neck, leaving marks with each kiss, bite, and press, as if he was reclaiming every part of you, over and over.

Your soft moans were music to him, a confirmation that you were surrendering completely to his will.

"Do you know what you do to me?" he murmured, his voice now deeper, filled with possession as his hands moved with more determination, sliding slowly to your ass. Squeezing it firmly, leaning closer, his lips brushing the curve of your jaw before lightly biting your earlobe, just enough to make a moan escape your lips.

"If someone comes..." he whispered, his fingers now firmly on your buttocks, pressing and marking his territory. "They won’t have to know anything... Not if you stay still, being the good boy you always are for me."

He moved his hands with more insistence, guiding you at his pace, lifting your hips slightly as if molding you to his desire. The seriousness in his tone, combined with the need to please you his way, made it impossible for you to resist. "I know you like it… I know what you need. Are you going to deny me just because of fear?"

Sunghoon kept you pinned against him, that mix of desire and unbreakable control always disarming you. You bit your lip, trying to find some sanity in the situation, while his hands continued to explore every inch of your body, his fingers leaving a trail of fiery warmth.

"Hyung... the truck is going to move a lot..." you murmured, barely audible, clinging to his shoulders in an attempt to reason with him, though the desire in your voice betrayed you, his hands continued to move, molding you at his rhythm.

"Shh..." he cut you off, placing a finger over your lips, his smile sly and dangerous. "That’s the point, pretty boy." He didn’t give you time to respond before replacing his finger with his lips, in a kiss that, though gentle at first, quickly became demanding, filled with promises of what was to come. His tongue forced its way into your mouth, dominating yours with a ferocity that left you breathless.

As his lips devoured yours, his hands began to move again, this time more intensely, more insistently. He lifted and lowered you on his lap, making you feel every inch of his erect member as he smiled against your skin. He couldn’t help but chuckle softly at how you reacted to each of his movements.

"Do you feel that?" he murmured against your neck, his lips leaving a series of kisses mixed with gentle bites. "Look at you... moving as if you were made for this." His words, combined with the way he made you move against him, made any resistance crumble completely.

With every chuckle of his, every firm touch on your skin, you knew there was no turning back; you were barely unwrapping your gift.

Sunghoon kept you on his lap, his hands firmly gripping your ass. As he pretended to give you a kiss, he chuckled softly at the frustration on your face. "What’s wrong, hmm?" he asked, his tone mocking. "Is it too hard not to have me now?"

Your body quivered with each of his movements, and with a frustrated moan, you managed to say, "Hyung... this... in the truck... I can't believe we're..."

Sunghoon didn’t wait any longer, rolling his eyes in frustration. His lips crashed against yours in an intense, dominating kiss. His tongue moved eagerly in your mouth, exploring every corner with an insatiable need. His lips were scorching, and every caress of his tongue made you moan more intensely.

As your moans mingled with his, Sunghoon pulled back briefly, his eyes locked on yours, filled with desire and authority. "Do you really care about what’s happening here?" he asked in a deep voice. "Don’t you realize this is what we both need?"

Without warning, he ripped the fabric of your pants with a quick tug, causing you to gasp in surprise and panic. "Can’t you feel what I’m doing for you?" he murmured, his voice filled with desire. "All of this is just for you. So you can feel what it’s really like to be proud of yourself."

Your hands clung to his shoulders as he moved you with a mix of possession and need. Desperate, you moaned, "Hyung... Yes, I love it... when you move me like this... on top of you... I can’t resist..."

Sunghoon smiled with satisfaction, his hands squeezing your ass as he moved you more intensely. "Tell me more..." he whispered, his hot breath against your skin. "Tell me how much you like it... how much you need me."

The heat between you was almost unbearable, and every movement of his only intensified the sense of submission and desire that enveloped you. Sunghoon continued to be a master at manipulating your body and emotions, leaving you with no choice but to yield to his absolute control.

"I love it too much... I need you to touch me, please... Hyung... Make me yours..." you whispered, gasping and moaning softly, his erection growing as he moved you.

Sunghoon’s deep laugh resonated against your skin as he heard you.

"That’s what I wanted to know," he whispered. Without stopping his movements on you, he leaned in slowly, gently licking your upper lip before letting his lower lip rub against yours, tempting and provoking you.

You were so needy, so trapped by the control he had over you, that you couldn’t help it. A whisper escaped your lips. "Please... kiss me."

"Does it hurt so much not to have me?" he murmured, his voice low, thick with a mix of mockery and a desire to make you suffer. He knew exactly what he was doing, playing with your desire, controlling you at his whim. He knew that with just this kind of provocation, he could make you beg.

A shiver ran through your body, and you couldn’t stop it. You were desperate, craving more. Unable to resist, a plea escaped your lips, weaker than you intended: "Hyung... please..."

That small plea was enough for Sunghoon to take complete control, his smile widening with triumph. You didn’t need to ask twice.

The kiss Sunghoon gave you was dirty in every possible sense. As his lips melded with yours in a fierce and desperate way, he didn’t stay still. He lifted and moved you over his cock, making you grind against him, your ass in constant friction against his length, each movement sending waves of pleasure through your body. His hips rose in rhythm, controlling every motion, making you feel every inch of him beneath you.

It was almost a war, a battle he was clearly winning, each thrust of his tongue making you lose more control over yourself. Your moans were uncontrollable, filled with need and desperation, barely able to believe what was happening in the truck.

Your hands, almost instinctively, rose to his shoulders, gripping tightly as you sought something to hold onto, something to help you process everything he was making you feel. Your fingers dug into his hair, pulling it slightly as you moved in circles over his cock, desperate for more of that friction, more of that contact.

Your thoughts were a whirlwind of disbelief and uncontrollable desire, and just when you thought it couldn’t get any more intense, he pulled away abruptly. Your lips still trembled from the contact, swollen and hot, as he looked directly into your eyes, not letting you escape his dominance.

Without waiting for you to complain or beg, he slid two of his fingers into your mouth, filling it easily. He moved them slowly at first, watching how your tongue reacted to their presence, eagerly licking them, his long, strong fingers moving with a skill you knew all too well.

He spread them apart inside your mouth, pushing and twisting, forcing you to savor them. Your tongue automatically wrapped around them, sucking them with a fervor you hadn’t planned but seemed to arise from that part of you he always managed to control.

Without warning, Sunghoon pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth, his movements slow yet firm, calculated to make you feel every inch of him. Your lips adjusted around his fingers as he watched you with that intensity that always disarmed you completely.

“Suck them well, don’t stop,” he whispered in his dominant tone, his breath brushing your skin as you obeyed.

Your eyes were already closed, and the sensation of having his fingers in your mouth began to transform into something more. Each time you sucked, you moved with more eagerness, your tongue sliding along them, eliciting a satisfied groan from Sunghoon.

“Do you know something, slut?” Sunghoon murmured with a tone filled with desire and control. “Every time you suck my fingers, I know you’re thinking about my dick. Aren’t you? You’re so desperate to feel me inside you that you’re filling my fingers and hand with saliva.”

Your mind reeled at that moment, and your response was a desperate moan mixed with the constant suction of his fingers.

“Yes...” you gasped mid-action, your words barely audible but charged with burning need.

Sunghoon smiled with satisfaction at your response, watching how your lips stretched around his fingers and how your body moved with a desire he had ignited. “That’s right,” he said, his voice a whisper of absolute control. “Keep thinking about me. Keep thinking about how my cock feels inside your mouth.”

He began to move faster, his fingers pushing you deeper, intensifying your moans as your tongue licked with greater urgency. After a few minutes, he slowly withdrew his fingers from your mouth, letting them slip out with a soft pop as you continued to gasp, feeling the absence almost immediately.

His free hand quickly slid to your hips, pressing his slender fingers against the thin fabric of your boxers, and with a precise, unannounced yank, he tore them apart with the same ease he had shown with your pants. The sound of the fabric ripping filled the truck, echoing between the two of you, and you instinctively lifted yourself slightly to facilitate his task.

Sunghoon didn’t waste a second after tearing your clothes. His free hand moved, spreading one of your cheeks as you, almost unconsciously, lifted yourself a bit more over him, making contact easier.

His fingers, now coated in saliva from the desperate attention you had given them, found your entrance with ease. What started as a simple touch quickly turned into a tease, tracing slow circles around your ring without entering, leaving you on the edge of the most intense desire.

“Do you like this?” Sunghoon murmured, a rough tone. “Do you want me to come in, baby? I can feel how your body is begging for more.” As he spoke, he continued to caress your entrance delicately, barely inserting the tip of his fingers, not rushing. He knew exactly what he was doing, enjoying your growing frustration.

You moaned, your body trembling at the tantalizing yet insufficient contact. “Sunghoon… please...” you whispered, your voice barely audible but laden with need.

Sunghoon smiled with that mix of satisfaction and control that drove you crazy. “Please what?” His finger traced another circle, this time pressing slightly, just enough for you to feel it sliding a bit inside you before retreating. “Are you going to tell me what you want, or should I make you beg for it?”

“I want to feel you… I can’t take it anymore…” you gasped, your hips moving instinctively towards him, seeking for his fingers to sink deeper, but he remained in absolute control, giving you just enough to ignite your desperation further.

Sunghoon, still looking at you with those dark, desire-filled eyes, pushed the tip of one of his fingers in again, enough to make you moan sharply. “Like this? Is this what you want?” he asked in a low, dominant tone, moving his finger in and out with a frustrating calm. “I thought you didn’t want to do it here because someone might come.”

Without waiting for you to respond, Sunghoon thrust his fingers into you with a force that made you arch your back, your loud moan echoing through the truck. Your hands clung to his neck, your nails scratching his skin gently as you buried your face against his shoulder, trying to muffle the cry that threatened to escape.

“That’s it…” he murmured, his voice deep, his fingers moving mercilessly inside you, entering and exiting at a pace that left you breathless. “Tell me how much you like it. I know you love it.” His fingers spread in a scissor motion, stretching you, preparing you, as his middle finger brushed your sweet spot precisely, causing your whole body to tremble.

“G-God… Sunghoon…” you gasped against his neck, your lips brushing his skin, your tongue finding its way to his collarbone as your hips instinctively moved against his fingers. Each thrust made you lose control, each calculated move bringing you closer to the edge. “I-I like it… so much…” you murmured between moans, kissing his skin with desperation, not leaving marks but licking him as if his taste was the only thing that could calm the fire burning inside you.

“I know…” he replied, his voice so calm it almost seemed cruel. His other hand slid down your hips, holding you firmly, forcing you to stay exactly where he needed you while he continued moving his fingers in scissor motions, caressing and pressing your spot with a precision only he had. “You love how I make you feel… you love obeying me.”

Without realizing it, you started moving on your own, bouncing up and down on his fingers, seeking more of that friction, more of that pressure that left you breathless. Your moans grew deeper, your groans more desperate, as you clung to his neck, unable to control the wave of pleasure coursing through your body. “Hyung… more… please…”

Sunghoon pressed his lips into a smile full of pride, feeling your body give in completely under his control, your walls and ring stretching more. “Look how you move… so eager. I knew you’d love this.” His fingers moved faster, deeper, hitting every right spot inside you, provoking growls of pleasure from his throat as he felt how you reacted to his touch. “Like this, huh? Right there, isn’t it?”

Every word that left his mouth, every touch of his fingers inside you, pushed you further and further into the abyss of pleasure.

You knew he was enjoying seeing you like this, at his feet, unable to do anything but beg for more, for him, for everything he could do to you. And as your hips continued to move, your moans intertwined with his, tangled in that space where only pleasure and the need Sunghoon always knew how to unleash in you existed.

Sunghoon growled low, his eyes fixed on how you moved desperately over his fingers. Your hand gripped his tightly, guiding his movements, pushing his fingers deeper inside you.

"You can't wait, can you? Always so eager for more..." he murmured, his voice low and laden with desire, as he loosened his grip on your hip. He watched with a mix of fascination and need as your hips kept searching for more, how your body responded so exquisitely to his fingers. “Look at how you beg me… you don’t even need to say it. You’re such a slut.”

The control he so enjoyed having over you seemed to crack with every thrust you made on your own, causing him to lose his composure. Inside you, his fingers constantly caressed your sweet spot, his fingertips brushing against your limit.

With a sudden movement, he withdrew his fingers, leaving you in a moment of pure agony, barely breathing as the desire built up.

“What the hell’s wrong with you now?” His voice, deep and challenging, slid into your ear like a whisper. His eyes remained fixed on you, relentless and dominant. “Not long ago you were crying like a damn faggot because you didn’t want to do it here... and now, look at you, begging for my cock like the damn whore you always were and will be.”

The speed with which he unzipped his pants was almost cruel in its precision. The metallic sound echoed in the truck, marking the prelude to the inevitable. The frustration was evident on his face as he prepared his member, which was already clearly eager to penetrate you. The windows began to fog with the heat of the situation, the atmosphere charged with palpable tension.

“Do you see what you do to me? Not even my fingers are enough for you... or for me.”

Your body trembled with anticipation, and seeing the tip of his member pressing against your entrance, your moans intensified. “Give me… my gift. I can’t wait any longer, Sunghoon… please…” Your desperation was evident in your words.

The pressure of his member against your entrance was a delicious torture, and the determination on his face left no doubt about his intention. Every movement of his was painful, every gesture loaded with an intensity that demonstrated his absolute control, the way you tried to sit on him and Sunghoon simply lifted your hips to prevent you from sitting.

“I’m going to give it to you,” he said with a deep and authoritative voice, “but first, show me how much you want me. And when you do, you’ll be mine, completely.”

The atmosphere in the truck had turned into a sauna of desire and lust. Sweat poured in streams over both of your bodies, and the air was saturated with the aroma of your unrestrained passion. The windows were completely fogged up, the steam creating an opaque curtain that partially concealed the frantic scene unfolding inside.

Sunghoon was lost in a state of controlled brutality. His hands gripped and slapped your ass firmly, always holding onto your skin, never seeming to get enough; his strength was relentless and dominant. Each strike and caress was charged with a desire that seemed to consume him entirely.

His gaze was fixed on you, his dark eyes reflecting a mix of satisfaction and control. “Is this how you like it, huh?” Sunghoon roared, his voice a low growl resonating with authority inside the truck. “Keep moving, you bastard!”

Your body moved with desperation, bouncing and rubbing against him with frantic energy. Your hands were firmly gripping the sides of the seats, looking for something to hold onto as your hips moved in a desperate, wild rhythm.

Each bounce you made on him caused you to moan loudly, your pleasure building into an unending climax. “Sunghoon, please… I can’t take it anymore!” you begged between moans, your words lost in the noise of your own desire and his brutal thrusting.

The heat inside and the way his veined cock buried itself inside you constantly, his tip hitting repeatedly and wildly against your spot. His thrusts were hard, and more than once you felt your skin burning from the way his balls and hips pounded against your ass.

Sunghoon growled in response, his face showing an expression of pure lust. “Yes, you can!” he said with a tone loaded with satisfaction and control. His hands continued to grip and slap your ass, his absolute control over you evident in every movement you made. “Don’t stop… show me how you move, show me how much you love your gift…”

The heat was stifling and the sweat mixed in a wet dance over the skin. At one point, Sunghoon changed his approach. With a decisive movement, he stopped touching you, stopped gripping you, and stopped moving, allowing you to move freely over him.

“Do whatever you want,” he said in a deep, authoritative voice. “I want to see you give yourself completely.”

With that freedom, you threw yourself onto him with renewed fervor. Your movements became wilder, each bounce an expression of your desperation and need.

You tilted your head back, letting yourself be swept away by the wave of pleasure that enveloped you every time you bounced on him, needing to make his cock seek more inside you, then looked back at him.

Sunghoon watched you with a smile, that smile that always melted you and made your legs tremble, the dark smile on his face, his eyes filled with filth as he watched you move desperately over him. Every time your hips descended, his length sank deeper inside you, making your moans resonate in the confined space of the truck. Sweat dripped down your forehead, sliding down your chest as you continued bouncing on him, completely surrendered to the passion you both shared.

His eyes narrowed as he watched you move on top of him, enjoying every second, every sigh that escaped your lips.

But even in that moment, he had control.

Suddenly, Sunghoon let out a deep grunt and threw his head back, his breath ragged from pleasure. His hands, which had been at the sides, rose again to grip your hips firmly, slightly controlling your movements while still giving you most of the action. His smile widened as he looked into your eyes, reflecting a mix of satisfaction and desire. His long lashes fluttered with each blink.

“You’re moving so beautifully…” he murmured in a deep voice, his tone resonating in your ears like an order disguised as a compliment. “But I want more. I want to feel myself deeper, more inside.”

His fingers tightened against your skin, urging you to keep going as he let out a soft groan. His burning gaze was fixed on you, observing every one of your movements. “Come on… bounce harder,” he urged, his words laden with an almost uncontrollable desire. “I want to feel every damn second that I’m fucking you.”

Even though he had given you the freedom to move at will, Sunghoon’s words had a power over you that you couldn’t ignore. Every time he asked, you felt the urge to please him, to give him what he wanted.

So, obediently, you began to move faster, deeper. Each bounce was an explosion of sensations that traveled from head to toe. Your hands gripped his firm torso, your fingers digging into his skin as you tried to keep up with the frantic pace he demanded.

"Yes, just like that… God," he grunted through clenched teeth, his eyes locked on how your body moved over his, savoring every second of your surrender. "Keep going, make me feel more of you. Don’t stop… make it harder."

Your body responded to his words, and even though you felt your strength waning, the desire to make him proud kept you moving.

Your moans grew louder, echoing within the walls of the truck fogged by the heat of your actions. Each time your hips descended on him, you felt him sink deeper inside you, making your head fall back from the overwhelming pleasure. You were close, about to explode over him again.

When you looked back at him, you found Sunghoon watching you, biting his lower lip while groaning softly, enjoying every moment. His gaze from head to toe made you feel completely exposed and desired, as if you were his most precious possession—you were, you are.

His hands gave you space to move again, but his words still reverberated in your ears.

"I love how you move…" he murmured, his voice low and full of desire. "You’re perfect for me. Do it more… keep showing me how much you love me."

The rhythm of your movements over him continued to increase, following Sunghoon’s demands, as if his orders were the only thing your body wanted to obey. Each time your hips descended, his deep moans encouraged you to keep going, his gaze fixed on you, never satisfied with your slowness.

You were losing yourself in the pleasure, in how he looked at you, in the way his length filled every corner of your insides. You could almost feel a small bulge on your stomach from how he was sinking into you.

But just when you thought the control was yours, you felt his strong hands digging into your ass, his fingers pressing into your skin with a firmness that almost hurt, and suddenly, everything changed.

Sunghoon gave you no time to react. With a deep growl, he squeezed and pushed your hips toward him, holding you in that position, and without warning, began thrusting into you with a brutality that took your breath away.

Each thrust was harder, faster, deeper, the sound of your bodies colliding filling the confined space of the truck. Your body shook with every movement, moans escaping your lips uncontrollably. The pleasure was so overwhelming that you found yourself biting your lip hard, trying to contain the screams that seemed ready to burst from your chest.

"Is this what you wanted, huh?" Sunghoon murmured through gritted teeth, his words muffled by desire. His voice was low, filled with power, his growls becoming more prominent as he pounded into you relentlessly, over and over. "Look at you, so desperate… so in need of me."

With a fierce thrust, you felt him sink even deeper, his hips finding the perfect angle to hit your spot without rest. The pleasure exploded in waves that made your eyes roll back, control over your body slipping through your fingers as he claimed it all.

Your moans were the only response you could give him, your mind clouded by the intensity of his movements. In a burst of need, you leaned into him, your hands gripping his neck, and kissed him with all the strength you had left. The kiss was wild, desperate, a clash of lips and tongues reflecting the passion you were both sharing. Your tongues fought in a frantic battle, each of you seeking more from the other, savoring the sweat and desire that filled the air.

Sunghoon responded to the kiss with equal intensity, his hands still gripping your ass as he continued to thrust into you, each thrust more powerful than the last. His tongue invaded your mouth with an aggressiveness that left you breathless, and the sound of his ragged breathing mixed with the moans he tried to stifle against your lips drove you to the edge of madness.

"Do you feel that?" he murmured between kisses, his voice rough and filled with lust. "You’re mine… completely." And with every word, he pushed harder, deeper, leaving you with no escape, only the intense pleasure he offered you mercilessly.

Your legs trembled as you tried to keep up with the rhythm Sunghoon imposed. Your hips moved in circles, seeking friction against his skin, desperately rubbing your member, as if you couldn’t satisfy yourself enough.

Each time you slid over him, you felt his cock sliding deeply, reaching places that made you moan with a mix of pleasure and pain. You were completely surrendered, your hands gripping his shoulders.

Sunghoon, for his part, watched you with a gaze, knowing you were entirely under his control.

Without warning, he straightened up, dragging you with him, sitting on the back seat, wrapping his arm around your waist, squeezing you tightly to prevent you from moving.

“No more,” he murmured with a smile, his words laden with lust. “Now it’s me who moves.”

The change was brutal. Sunghoon kept you completely still as he began to thrust into you with a wild force. His control over you was absolute, each of his thrusts resonating inside you, bringing you to the edge of orgasm with every movement.

His chest pressed against yours, his lips brushing your neck as deep growls and moans escaped his throat, filling the air with unrestrained lust.

"God, look at yourself," he whispered against your neck, his voice laden with desire as his thrusts grew faster, more intense. "You like it like this, don’t you? I love how you react every time I give you more. You enjoy it when I treat you like the fucking slut you are, when I use your goddamn hole for my release."

The heat of his breath against your skin made each word feel like a fire tracing down your spine.

You bit your lip, trying to maintain control of your moans, but it was useless. Each time Sunghoon drove into you, your eyes rolled back, and a new moan escaped your lips, louder, more desperate.

His hands gripped your waist with such force it almost hurt; you felt like you were wearing a corset, but the pain only intensified the pleasure coursing through your body. Each of his thrusts was accompanied by filthy words, whispers in your ear that made you shiver, while his teeth grazed your neck, almost marking you.

"You’re mine," he growled in your ear, his voice rough, barely a whisper amid gasps. "I’m going to make sure you can’t forget how I’m taking you now. You can’t escape this."

Sunghoon never stopped moving, each thrust deeper than the last, more intense, relentlessly hitting your most sensitive spot. The truck was filled with the sound of bodies colliding, his moans, and the constant dirty talk in your ear. You sunk deeper into the seat, completely lost in the sensation of being possessed by him, every fiber of your body responding to his thrusts.

Your body was on edge, each of Sunghoon’s thrusts bringing you closer to the limit. You clung tightly to his shoulders, feeling every movement of his penetrate you, filling you with an overwhelming pleasure that almost made it hard to think.

Your lips trembled, and amid the uncontrollable moans, you uttered something you would never have said at another time, but now, with him inside you, you felt possessed, having held back your jealousy for over a month, more than you should have.

"I want you to take me only…" you gasped, your voice breaking with the intensity of the moment. "I can’t stand the thought of her always having you, that you might touch her after being with me. I want you to belong to me completely, Sunghoon... I want to be the only one that matters to you."

He groaned against your neck, feeling an electric jolt over his member with every word you said, but this was different, he liked it. Every word you spoke seemed to ignite something more inside him, as if your total surrender made him lose the little control he had left.

"Is that what you want, huh?" he murmured, his voice low and rough. "You want to be the only one? How stupid you are..." The arrogance and possession in his voice were unmistakable. "You already are. She means nothing. Even if she were here, right in front of us, I’d still fuck you mercilessly, I’d still lose myself inside you... because it’s you who drives me crazy, not her."

The words struck your mind like lightning, a mix of jealousy and pride flooding your body. Each word from his mouth made you feel more assured, more desperate to have him all to yourself.

"Do you know what I’d do if she were here?" he continued, his tone now laden with a perversion that made you shiver. "I’d make her sit and watch as I take you again and again. I’d force her to see how well you receive me, how desperate you are for me. And she wouldn’t be able to do anything... because she knows she doesn’t have control over me like you do."

Your eyes met his, and in his gaze, there was a wild darkness that took your breath away.

Sunghoon wasn’t just taking you; he was claiming you, making it clear that it would always be you, always.

"Tell me," he demanded, his thrusts going deeper, searching as far inside you as he could reach. "Tell me you belong to me. Tell me you’d do anything to stay with me, for me to be the only one who takes you like this."

You bit your lip, your moans mixing with the words you could barely form. "I’m yours... Completely yours, Sunghoon... only yours. I’d do anything for you, because I don’t want anyone else... only you."

The smile that formed on his face was the response you received, and with one final growl, he buried himself against your body, giving you everything you had desired, everything he knew only you could handle.

You felt it before it happened, Sunghoon’s rhythm changing, his movements becoming erratic, more desperate, deeper. His body trembled against yours as he sank even further into you, with a force that seemed like it wanted to break you, and just then, you heard it.

"I’m going to fill you up, my love," he growled against your ear, his hot breath trailing across your skin. "You’re going to take everything I give you, every fucking drop… you’re my cum bank, understand? Everything of mine goes inside you."

The heat inside you overflowed as you felt his release, his essence filling you completely. Your eyes rolled back as the climax hit you with an intensity you hadn’t expected. Your own release fell onto his shirt and parts of his neck, the pleasure of still feeling him move made your back arch as your moans echoed throughout the space.

"Shit, shit, shit!" you gasped, feeling your own pleasure explode alongside Sunghoon’s. Every cell in your body tensed in that final moment of connection, and before your body collapsed onto him, the words escaped your lips. "So… fuck, hyung… so fucking good."

Your hands gripped his body tightly while he continued buried inside you, filling you relentlessly, enjoying the sensation of absolute control over you.

Sunghoon, with his jacket draped over your buttocks, helped you out of the truck as you tried to compose yourself, moving with difficulty. Both of you were drenched in sweat, the heat in the air almost palpable. His hands still held you firmly as you walked toward the exit.

As you stepped out of the truck, your legs still trembling and your body covered by Sunghoon’s jacket, you tried to catch your breath. Sunghoon, with his usual satisfied smile, gave you one last look, as if he were still savoring the dominance he had over you. The silence of the place felt overwhelming after the moans and gasps that had filled the air moments before.

“Let’s leave before someone comes,” he said, his tone low but authoritative, leaning in to give one last kiss to your forehead.

“Yes... that’s true... someone from the staff might come,” you said, trying to regain your composure, straightening up and adjusting your clothes as best you could.

Sunghoon let out a small laugh and added, “They’re already in the truck, waiting for us.”

Your heart stopped for a second. “What?! So, where are we?” you asked, your eyes wide, looking around, not knowing how to respond.

Sunghoon shrugged, nonchalant. “I don’t know, I just took the first keys I found.”

“Seriously?... You really don’t know which truck we were in?” you asked, still surprised, trying to look around while maintaining your balance.

Sunghoon smiled with a mix of amusement and disdain. “As I said, I just took the first keys I found. I’m not too worried about the place as long as we’re alone,” he replied with a casual attitude, but his tone carried a clear note of flirtation.

But as you tried to process the response, something in the air changed. There was a palpable discomfort, as if someone else had been there. And indeed, the truth began to form in your mind when you noticed something strange.

Sunghoon’s wife had been there.

Intrigued by her husband’s absence upon seeing that he wasn’t inside the stadium, she had decided to follow him after seeing him leave the locker room. Silently, she watched as both of you got into the truck, and a torrent of emotions overwhelmed her: suspicion, jealousy, sadness... and a bit of arousal.

She had stayed outside, near the truck, waiting for something calm to happen, perhaps a conversation, but when the sounds inside began to become clearer, first a moan, then another. Sunghoon’s interrupted words, his deep and possessive voice as he told you what he would do with you, filled her with a sensation she had never dared to admit.

The pain of betrayal mixed with something dirtier. And without knowing exactly how it happened, her hand slowly descended to her cunt as she listened to each moan, gasp, and skin-on-skin slap resonating from inside.

Sunghoon’s wife’s eyes closed tightly as her body responded in a way she couldn’t control. She masturbated, feeling her own need growing with every dirty word he said to you, with every moan you emitted in response to his thrusts. Although her mind screamed at her to stop, her body didn’t listen. The shame hit her, but at the same time, desire consumed her completely.

Her fingers caressed her clit in circles, and her other hand squeezed each of her breasts, playing with her nipples as she listened to him fill you, to you pleading for more.

She heard when he ordered you to take it all, when his words became cruder, telling you to be his cum bank. On the edge of her own orgasm, she moved desperately, her fingers now inside her, touching her spot, listening to both of you lose yourselves in that frenzy of passion.

In a final whisper, Sunghoon said something so dirty that it made her burst into a silent orgasm, covering her mouth to avoid being discovered while her body trembled.

Just as she heard that both of you were about to leave, she quickly straightened up, fixing her clothes and escaping the place before being seen. Remorse and confusion overwhelmed her, but she couldn’t deny what she had just done, what she had felt.

Back in the present, you and Sunghoon were walking toward the exit of the parking area when a strange sensation ran down your spine. Although he acted as if nothing had happened, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something else had occurred, something you still didn’t fully understand.

As you both walked away, a small part of you wondered if someone had really been there, listening to everything... Or maybe it was just your nerves thinking that some staff member might have passed by.

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bigwishes · 2 months ago

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Matching the Inside

"did I ask about side effects?" "no, but I still think you should hear me out"

Aden sat down to get on Nick's level.

"Listen here lil guy, you are the geeky smart guy, I'm the big guy, I asked you to whip me up something to make me the biggest guy and you said you could, now could you or are you fucking stupid and small?"

"Aden I understand but I still think you want to hear about th-"

"DONT CARE! JUST HAND IT OVER"

Nick sighed and handed over the small vial of green fluid over to Aden.

"Is this all?" Aden grunted.

Aden quickly downed the entire vial and flexed his muscles

"So when does this shit make me bigger?"

"s-soon Aden, just gotta wait a few ho-"

"WOULD YOU JUST FUCK OFF PIPSQUEAK!, if this shit fails I swear to god I'll be the fuck outta you then get my cash back"

Nick quickly left Aden to his own devices, he wasn't the best guy to get along with at the best of times and he didn't want to see how toxic Aden was going to become after an hour or so, but it was on him for not wanting to listen to the warnings...

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An hour of hard work had gone by and Aden had barely felt anything, sure he had a nasty pump and his skin felt like it was stretching by the second but nothing more than an unusually good day at the gym, however he did find one thing strange.

Aden was no stranger to sweat, but not normally this much, he was used to seeing his ass imprint when he stood up from the bench but not feeling it running down his body, not feeling it squelch in his shoes as he walked.

One of the gym attendants even asked him to please change his shoes as it was leaving huge sweaty imprints as he walked.

Aden sat down on a bench to catch his breath when he smelt something unbearable, it had to be a gym towel that had fallen behind a piece of equipment and left to reek for god knows how long. As Aden looked around for the source he couldn't find anything but when he lifted his arm he was hit by a wave of warm air that made him turn his nose up

the potent order was coming from him, and boy did he fucking reek.

Aden almost gagged on the stench of his own pits and stood up to grab his stuff to head home.

As he stood up his stomach let out a loud gurgling noise. It set in again, this time stronger and painful. Aden grabbed his stomach with both his hands and moaned and his gut continued to complain.

UUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPP

Aden let out a loud belch that rung out through the entire gym.

"wow, eat too much before the gym big guy haha"

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPP

Aden couldn't control it, before he could even respond he had let rip and belched in the guys face.

Multiple people started to call him a gross pig, and he was in too much discomfort to argue, he could barely get a word in before he burped or belched like a stupid brute.

On his way out he stopped at the mirror, his shoulders looked wider, his biceps fuller, his pecs were stretching out his tank like it was nothing, he couldn't help but admire himself, but the admiration quickly faded when his body automatically cocked open his jaw and forcefully rumbled out another masculine belch.

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Aden had raced home, doing his best to deal with the horrible stench flowing from his body he imminently got in the shower, scrubbing himself for over and hour until there was no trace of BO left on him,

getting out of the shower he constantly sniffed his pits to make sure he smelt clean and fresh, the stench had seemed to vanish and the odd bloating all but gone, now it was time to see if the formula did anything or if he was going to crush Nick's spine with his own hands.

Aden slipped on his favourite pair of underwear and stood in front of his mirror, to his surprise he did actually look bigger, although barely, he had maybe gained a pound or two of muscle, but something looked wrong....

As Aden glanced down his incredible body he noticed his underwear was much flatter than usual, he tried to adjust himself but it felt like there was barely anything to adjust. As he pulled back the waist band he was horrified to see that his incredibly 10inch manhood and shrunken down into a pitiful 3 inches

"w-WHAT THE FUCK" Aden began to panic, his heart racing

Beads of sweat started to form on his forehead and run down his face. As Aden paced around his room he didnt notice all the sweat forming all over his body, that was until the smell set in, when he finally saw himself in the mirror again he was slick from head to toe, droplets of sweat running down him and he stuck, a stench like he had just spent a month working out non stop.

His gut began to grumble once more as the pain set it, this time more intense, like his stomach was being inflated from the inside. Aden moaned and gritted his teeth in pain.

"w..w...what is...happening..tOO MEEE AAGGGHHHUUUUUUU"

Aden watched as his abs turned red and began to expand outwards.

BUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPP

Aden couldn't help but belch, but it granted him no relief, he watched helplessly as his reflection expanded and grew, sweat dripping off him flooding his floor with a pool of musk and belches escaping him every time he opened his mouth to moan or complain.

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A week had gone by since Aden's strange and powerful growth but a lot had changed since then.

In a week he had been banned from almost every gym in town, banned from every restaurant, his car seats had changed colour from the sweat along with every piece of fabric or furniture he owned, on top of which most had broken in some way shape or form.

He couldn't even go to any out door cafe's as he was asked to leave because his terrible BO and constant belches upset the other customers.

Aden had all but ruined his life for muscle and size, still he couldnt help but feel mostly joy when he looked in the mirror, the way his shoulders and traps swallowed his neck, how he couldn't see past his pecs. How only after a week his powerful muscled feet would tear through his shoes. He loved being huge, but he didn't love the side effects.

The belching and stench he had gotten used to but the biggest shock to his system was the hardon he got for guys now, he used to be such a ladies man but now he felt nothing towards women and almost instantly came whenever he saw another bodybuilder flex, but even that he was willing to embrace so long as he could stay this big.

Aden stood in front of his mirror and watched as grey tank slowly turn black as it soaked up his sweat. He picked up a blender from the belch filled with his freshly made shake, he began to guzzle it down like he hadn't eaten in days, the shake spilled out from the sides of his lips, dripped through his beard and onto his tank were it quickly formed prominent stains and marks.

Aden dropped the blender panting for air.

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPP

His eyes glazed over as he looked at the sweating monster in the mirror. He couldn't help but notice the freak he had become,

grown too big, stretch marks all over his body, sweat and protein staining his clothes, BO so bad he could see it, and one hand pressed on his abs trying to force out another belch.

He finally matched what was on the inside

A total fuckin slob

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lovegalor333 · 13 days ago

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woman crush wednesday pt 2 (previous part)

summary: you and paige finally go on the long awaited date

content warnings: none!

It had been three weeks since your first phone call with Paige and since then, it has become a nightly occurrence. Talking and giggling into the early hours until sleep eventually takes over. You have fallen asleep on FaceTime a few times too, waking in the morning to Paige silently getting ready for her day.

You both had busy schedules but they had finally aligned and Paige was coming into the city to see you for the first time. Even though you felt like you knew Paige decently well after hours of calls, you were still nervous. Meeting someone for the first time spiked your fight or flight. What if you wasn’t how Paige had imagined you? What if seeing you in real life made her feel differently?

You settled your nerves with a small glass of wine as you got yourself ready. It was a crisp autumnal evening in New York City and you both had decided on getting a coffee from your favourite place and walking around Central Park would be perfect for your first date.

You and Paige were similar in the sense, you were both really simple girls. You enjoyed being home and didn’t care for the lavish things in life. You were looking forward to just spending time with Paige, talking to her and being able to look in her eyes as she stood in front of you, rather than through a screen.

Paige was getting to your apartment at 5PM and it was almost that time so you applied a final layer of lip balm, a few spritz of your favourite perfume and readied yourself to leave.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket, Paige was here.

Your stomach fluttered as you rode the elevator down, you took in a few deep breaths and checked your reflection in the mirror. You had kept your outfit simple and makeup to a minimum. Paige was used to seeing you on stage or red carpets, you wanted her to see the real you today.

The elevator opened and there she was, in all her glory. She looked even better in person if that was possible, she looked like a goddess through the FaceTime camera but the way her eyes shone and skin glistened while she was just metres away from you had you lost for words. Her hair was down and straight, tucked behind her ears and she was wearing khaki pants with matching trainers and a pink and brown shirt. Why were you already imagining yourself wearing it? It would hang on your body oversized and it would probably smell like her.

“Hello Y/N.” Paige breaks your daydream, a smile spreading on her face as you walk towards her.

“Hi Paige.” You say shyly and she opens her arms for a hug and you step into it so naturally any nerves you had vanish within seconds.

“You look gorgeous.” She complements as you pull apart and you feel your cheeks heat up even though she’s said that every time you’ve been on video call even when your half asleep with messy hair and in your pyjamas.

“Thank you. You look great. I’m not used to seeing you wear a shirt.” You joke as most of the time, Paige calls you post practice and she’s almost always in her sports bra.

“I can take this off but let’s get that coffee first.” She says cheekily and her hand falls to the small of your back as she leads you out of the apartment building.

You and Paige argue over who’s paying for your drinks as the barista watches you both grapple to reach the card reader.

“It was my suggestion. Let me pay.” You state.

“I’m taking you on a date. Let me pay.” Paige quips back.

“But you traveled into the city. Let me.”

“Y/N put the damn card away. I’m paying.” Her voice is assertive and dominant and her arm stretches over you to tap her card.

“Thank you.” You say as you collect the drink, “You’re welcome but never do that again. As long as you’re with me, everythings on me.”

“Paige-“

“No arguememts, gorgeous.”

Yes ma’am.

The walk to Central Park is quick and filled with lighthearted chatter, between you and Paige. She reaches out to touch you multiple times. Her hand grazing your cheek to move a piece of hair, a protective arm around your waist as you cross the road and each time you felt your skin tingle and then a sense of longing once the moment was over.

“I’m glad you’re here.” You say as you find a secluded bench to sit on together. You sit so close, your legs are touching and Paige places a hand on your thigh, “I am too. Sorry it told so long for me to figure out.”

“It’s OK, I know you’re busy. I am too. But what do they say? Distance makes the heart grow fonder and all that.” The last bit comes out of your mouth without you realising.

“Your heart is fond of me?” Paige asks, the corners of her mouth curving up slightly and you feel a blush creeping onto your face.

“I didn’t- I don’t-“ You stutter out, unsure of how it would make Paige feel.

“No. Don’t backtrack. My heart is fond of you too. I wouldn’t spend every night speaking to you or I wouldn’t have drove three hours here if it wasn’t.”

“Really?” You ask, averting your gaze because it felt weird hearing that from someone. You weren’t a relationship girl, in fact you’d only ever been in one relationship and it was so far from perfect, you didn’t think people like Paige existed.

“Yes really, gorgeous.” Paige confirms, lifting your chin so you’re looking at her again.

“I thought maybe I was being too full on. I know people don’t like that.” You say, now looking into her eyes. Her blue, blue eyes.

“I’m not people. I’m Paige and you could never be too full on with me.”

“In that case…my heart is definitely fond of you.” You admit, now mirroring Paiges soft smile.

The air is charged as you sit looking into each others eyes, Paiges hand still firmly rested on your thigh. She glances down and your lips and you glance down at hers. Her tongue pokes out to run across them and your breathing hitches at the way they look, so plump and wet, slightly apart and you begin to lean in as she does the same.

Paiges hand leaves your thigh and finds your neck as your lips meet in a needy but gentle kiss. She pushes into it, her tongue slipping into your mouth and you moan at the sensation. You’ve thought about this moment, dreamed about it so many times but nothing could have prepared you for how it felt. Her fingers tangling into the back of your hair, her soft skin under your fingertips, her scent the only thing you can smell.

You’re both left red cheeked and slightly breathless and you can’t help but giggle at each other and as you do, the heavens open and rain begins to pour. You gasp at the feeling of water already seeping through your clothes and wetting your skin.

“Typical.” Paige laughs and she grabs your hand pulling you up from the bench and you both start running.

“Where are we going?” You ask trying your best to match Paiges strides.

The rain was heavy, already dripping down your face, blurring your vision and you kept a tight grip on Paiges hand hoping that she would lead the way.

“To find shelter…so I can kiss you again.” Paige breathes out and she looks to you, her hair so wet, it looks a few shades darker.

“We’re already drenched.” You say, her shirt is stuck to her skin, outlining her muscular physique and you can feel rain leaking into your shoes with every step you take.

Paige stops running but you can’t stop fast enough so you bump into her and she grabs your waist, balancing you, “You’re right. We are drenched so we might as well stay right here.” She says and she crashes her lips to yours again. It’s hungrier this time, her hand is firm on your waist as the rain batters down on you both, you grip onto her shirt, pulling her closer, wanting more, needing more.

You don’t care that you’re in the middle of Central Park, in the pouring rain. You care that you’re with Paige, finally and it’s better than you ever expected.

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a/n: hi i actually hate this 😖 i didn’t write for a few days while i was moving house and i feel like i’ve forgotten how to…

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Losing his cool

Heyy guyss, I hope you enjoy this reader x Lewis one shot :)

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The sun was shining high over the paddock, casting a warm glow over the Mercedes motorhome. You loved coming to the races whenever you could, always excited to support George, your younger brother, but also to soak in the electric atmosphere of the track.

Today, though, you were enjoying a rare moment of quiet, sitting comfortably on one of the sofas in the motorhome, your oversized sunglasses perched on your nose and your outfit, as always, effortlessly stylish.

As you scrolled through your phone, you felt a soft nudge against your leg. Glancing down, you saw Roscoe, looking up at you with those big, round eyes, his tail wagging with excitement.

"Well, hello there, handsome," you said with a smile, bending down to give him a scratch behind the ears. Roscoe flopped down at your feet, clearly in the mood for attention, and nudged a toy toward you. With a chuckle, you picked it up and started a gentle game of tug-of-war. His playful growls filled the motorhome, and you found yourself laughing as you pulled the toy from side to side, completely engrossed in the moment.

Lewis’s Perspective

Lewis walked out of a debriefing, looking forward to taking a breather in the motorhome. But as soon as he stepped out into the paddock, he noticed something — Roscoe was nowhere to be found. He furrowed his brow, scanning the area, wondering where his adventurous pup had wandered off to.

“Where’s Roscoe?” he mumbled, heading toward the motorhome. As soon as he stepped inside, his heart did a quick flip.

There you were — George’s older sister, casually lounging on the sofa, your smile lighting up the room as you played with Roscoe. He stood there for a moment, frozen.

From the first time Lewis had met you, you had an effect on him. You were effortlessly stylish, funny, and kind. Since that moment, he’d developed a quiet crush on you. The only problem? Whenever you were around, his confidence seemed to vanish.

Roscoe, sensing his presence, bounded over to him, wagging his tail.

“Oh, there you are,” you said, looking up with a grin. “I was starting to think I’d have to keep Roscoe for myself.”

Lewis chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, he’s good at wandering off. Sorry about that."

"No need to apologize," you replied, giving Roscoe one last pat before sitting up. "He’s great company."

Lewis felt the heat rise to his face, trying to hide how flustered he was. "He’s... yeah, he’s a good boy."

You smiled, tilting your head slightly. "So, what about you? How’ve you been? George told me you're are getting into music again, what’s on your playlist these days?"

The sudden switch in conversation threw him off guard. "Uh, playlist?" He cleared his throat, his mind racing to come up with an answer. "I’ve been listening to a lot of old-school hip-hop lately. Kendrick Lamar, a bit of J. Cole. Stuff like that."

Your eyes lit up with interest. "Kendrick, huh? Didn’t take you for a hip-hop fan. I like that." You leaned in slightly. "I’ve been obsessed with Sabrina Carpenter lately, especially her new album,."

Lewis grinned, feeling a bit more comfortable. "Sabrina is great. I'm not into pop music but I do like her songs, besides, I've heard that her live shows are insane, too."

You nodded, your gaze locked on his. "I bet. I’ve been dying to see her live. Maybe we should go to a concert sometime."

He froze at your words, his mind momentarily blank. Did you just suggest going to a concert together? He quickly tried to play it off casually. "Yeah, that could be fun."

You leaned back with a teasing smirk. "Could be?"

Lewis laughed awkwardly, his nerves creeping back in. "I mean, it would be fun. Definitely."

"That’s more like it." You gave him a playful wink, and Lewis couldn’t help but smile, though his heart was racing.

You tilted your head slightly, your expression softening. "So, how’s your break been? Any big plans?"

Lewis shifted, trying to keep his cool. "It’s been good. Spent some time hiking in Colorado with Roscoe. It was nice to get away from everything for a bit, you know?"

"Colorado sounds amazing," you said, your eyes lighting up. "I’ve always wanted to go hiking out there. Maybe you can show me around sometime?"

Lewis blinked, his heart skipping a beat. He hadn’t expected you to be so direct. "Uh, yeah, sure. I mean, if you’re ever out there…"

You smiled, clearly amused by his nervousness. "I’ll hold you to that."

As the conversation continued, Lewis found himself relaxing more, enjoying your company as you chatted about music, travel, and everything in between. But when the conversation lulled, you stood up, brushing a hand through Roscoe’s fur one last time.

"Well, it was nice catching up with you," you said, smiling warmly at him. "And since you’ve been dodging the question all afternoon… how about I make it easy for you?"

Lewis blinked, confused. "Question? What question?"

You laughed softly, stepping closer. "I know you’re not going to ask me out, so... how about I ask you instead?" Your tone was playful, but your eyes held his steadily. "What do you say, Lewis? Dinner next weekend?"

Lewis’s heart nearly stopped. He hadn’t seen that coming at all. His mind raced, trying to process the fact that you had just asked him out. "You... want to go out with me?"

You grinned, shaking your head at his surprise. "Yes, Lewis. I want to go out with you. What do you think?"

His nerves suddenly melted away, replaced by a wave of excitement. "I’d love that," he said, his voice a bit more confident now.

"Good," you said, giving him one last playful smile before turning to leave. "I’ll text you."

As you walked away, Lewis stood there, dumbfounded but grinning from ear to ear. Roscoe barked softly, as if to say, It’s about time.

Lewis shook his head, still in disbelief. "Yeah, Roscoe," he muttered, glancing down at his dog. "It’s about time."

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MOMMY KNOWS BEST ❣️

Chapter 19

Rebecca poured them each a glass of wine. “You are really a pro at this Samantha,” Rebecca said.

“Well I did a lot of babysitting in high school and college. I almost pursued early education as a career, but clearly didn’t work out that way,” Samantha responded. There was something about Samantha that put Rebecca at ease. Although they had never spent much time together and never just the two of them, she felt as if she had known her for years.

“Can I be candid with you Samantha?” Rebecca asked.

“Of course,” she replied.

“I love Brian to pieces. He is my world. I am so happy that I am able to be is mommy. But…” Rebecca froze.

“But what?” Samantha implored.

“Well this last week has been a whirlwind. A week ago, I knew my husband as a strong, confident man and now I am changing his diapers. I’m not sure I can ever see him the same again. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t want things to go back to the way they were, but I’m not sure if I will ever see him as my husband anymore. Does that make any sense? Am I being selfish?” Rebecca asked looking for guidance.

“You are not being selfish at all. You have needs too. I think what you have done for Brian is amazing. I admire the sacrifice you have made to give him this, but don’t bury your own needs. Brian chose to be a baby, but he will need to realize that he is no longer your husband. You are his mommy from here on out and he will need to accept that. It may be hard on him, but I have seen how quickly he has transformed into a baby. You never know, one day you might want another partner to help look after him,” Samantha said with a smile.

“Another partner?” Rebecca asked. “I hadn’t even thought of that.

Samantha gave a devious grin and twirled her finger around a strand of hair, “I don’t know. Maybe he needs two mommies?”

Rebecca was stunned. Was Samantha suggesting what she thought she was? She had always been attracted to other women, but never given any thought to the idea of dating a woman. “I, I don’t know,” she mumbled. Samantha leaned over top of her and kissed her lips. Rebecca sat frozen for a moment, but she capitulated to Samantha’s advance and returned the kiss.

Samantha gave her a wry smile, “Well we could discuss the idea more in the bedroom if you like?’

Rebecca’s heart pounded. She had butterflies in her stomach. She didn’t know if she should be doing this. What about Brian? He might be crushed, but then again, she Samantha was right. She had needs too. Rebecca got up and ran into the bedroom. Samantha stood before her completely naked and all of her hesitation vanished. The two collapsed into the bed.

Rebecca, flushed with excitement, whispered into Samantha’s ear, “I need you at my breasts.”

“With pleasure!” Samantha replied. Samantha aggressively sucked at her breasts and started to taste something sweet. She smiled and looked up at Rebecca, “I think your milk is starting to come in.” She went back to sucking her nipples. Rebecca arched her back with pleasure. Samantha kissed Rebecca’s stomach and then down to her pelvis. She soon had Rebecca in ecstasy. “I want you to be his second mommy,” she exclaimed as she came.

“I was hoping you would say that,” Samantha said. The two kissed and held each other while Brian slept, completely unaware of what was happening in the room over.

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thelov3lybookworm · 11 months ago

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Hiii!!!

I know that you have a lot of other fics to write but I couldn’t get this idea out of my head

So imagine the reader and Azriel have a daughter and she’s 3 and she has a crush on a boy in her daycare’s class, and when she got home with the reader, Azriel heard her talking about him to the reader, so the next day Azriel decides to pick her up from daycare and when he sees the boy, he’s just glaring at him

I don’t really know if this makes sense but overprotective Az is so🤭…

THANK YOUUU💗💗💗

Overprotective Bat

Summary: No one is allowed to talk to Azriel's Princess.

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A/n: Anon, i love you soo much for sending this in. I loved writing it, i literally giggled when you sent this in lol

Enjoy!

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"And then what happened?"

Azriel's shadows became alert, rushing to crowd against the windows to watch as their favourite two people walked upto the door. Azriel smiled, putting away the report he was revising before he had to send it to Rhysand, getting ready to be bombarded with all the details from his daughter's- Hazel's- day at the daycare.

"Kaden asked me to play with him." The smile that appeared on Azriel's face when he heard his little princess's voice faded when he realised what she had said, and he stiffened, his hand hovering above his desk. He turned his head just slightly, wondering who this he was.

"And did you play with him?" The jangling of the keys sounded as Y/n opened the door, and their voices were louder when they next spoke.

"Yes mommy! We played hide and seek first, and the he pushed me while I sat on the swing."

Y/n hummed as Azriel began descending the stairs faster than his wings could have carried him.

"So you like him?"

Y/n's tone was teasing, and Azriel could hear Hazel giggling, but he did not like this conversation one bit, and he felt the need to stop it from progressing.

So he walked out, a huge smile on his face that was at odds with the way he was feeling.

"Daddy!" Hazel's eyes lit up, and her smile widened as she ran towards him, her arms splayed wide. Some of the tension in the spymaster's shoulders lessened, and he picked her up, clutching her wiggling body to his chest. He tried to kiss her cheek, which only ended up in her giggling loudly while trying to push him away because she thought he was trying to tickle her.

Y/n met Azriel's eyes and smiled wide, walking over to peck his cheek.

"I'm going to go and get changed, don't do something to get in trouble."

He huffed indignantly, meeting his daughter's eyes. "As if I do anything to get in trouble."

She giggled, clinging to him. he swayed a little, pressing a kiss to her forehead before he set her down. "Come, let's get you changed too."

Hazel nodded, reaching up to wrap her fingers around his finger. Her small fingers wrapping around his big, scarred hands always had an overwhelming amount of pride and joy coursing through him.

"So, what happened in your daycare today?"

And so began the onslaught of details from his little princess's day.

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Azriel did not like going to pick his daughter up from her daycare, but only because he did not want to scare the other people who had come to pick their kids up.

But now his motive was exactly that as he stood right next to the gates, his wings tucked tightly to his back so no one could touch them.

And he would say he was succeeding in his mission. It was like there was an invisible wall surrounding him, and everyone tried to stay away from him. He just hoped the boy's parent was also in the crowd, so when they found out exactly who Hazel's father was, they would tell him to stay away from her.

Proud of himself and very nearly patting himself on the back, he waited for his little girl.

The door to the daycare opened, and all the children spilled out, running, giggling and screaming, across the playground towards their parents.

Azriel spied a head of hair the same as his, two small braids adoring her little head, and grinned slightly.

Though his grin vanished when he found her holding the hand of a boy, smiling and walking up to the gates.

The moment her eyes landed on him, she gasped, tugging on the boys hand while pointing, and Azriel could read her lips as she yelled, that's my daddy!

She let go of the boy's hand and ran- waddled, really- up to her father, who could not contain his smile.

He leaned down, his arms reaching out to grab her the moment she was close enough. She squealed as he hauled her up against himself, peppering kisses on every inch of her chubby little face.

"Did my princess miss daddy today?"

"Yes daddy!" Then, as if she just remembered, she turned her head and beckoned to the boy she had been holding hands with. The boy's eyes were wide as he stared at Azroel's huge form, his massive wings, his shadows. Azriel flared his wings a little just for the sake of it.

If possible, the boy's eyes went wider, and his steps faltered, meeting Azriel's eyes.

And Azriel knew that he was being an asshole, but he glared at the boy with no restraint.

The boy's eyes filled with tears, and he turned away, sprinting back towards the daycare, his hands held to his eyes to staunch the tears.

Azriel instantly felt guilty, and when his daughter turned to him with furrowed brows, he wanted to run to the boy and apologise. But before he could do anything, a voice spoke up.

"I am glad you feel guilty."

Azriel froze, glancing back at his mate sheepishly.

She shook her head, taking Hazel from Azriel, kissing her cheeks before setting her down. "I knew you had ulterior motives when you asked me if you could pick Hazel up today. You need to stop being such an overprotective bat."

Azriel kissed Y/n's forehead in hopes that she would let him off easy, but she glared at him when he pulled away.

"Mommy? Is Kaden angry with me?"

"No darling, he maybe just got scared. You can talk to him tomorrow and let him know there is nothing to be scared of."

Azriel couldn't stop the scoff that escaped him, and Y/n turned to stare him down.

"Sorry." He mumbled lowly before grabbing Hazel's hand. "Do you want to have some ice cream before we go home?"

Y/n opened her mouth to protest, but Hazel and her father were already running away.

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romanoffsbish · 6 months ago

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I’m Fine 🙂 / Save Me 🙃

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader (Familial / Sisters)

Warnings: Angst w/Bittersweet Ending | Reader Dies | Black Widow / Red Room Canon | Addiction | “Cry for Help”

All she had left was the memory of you. | WC: 1,512

"Do you ever feel like you're all alone in this world?"

Natasha looked up from her laptop quick. "What?"

"Like, no matter how hard you try, no one will ever love or regard you in the same way you do them?"

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Natasha tried to approach you gently, "Y/N." Yet she wasn't quick enough as you jumped back. "Shut up."

There was a fire in your eyes she hardly recognized, and she took a step back. Looking in your eyes hurt, because you were not the same little girl who used to pick flowers from the garden just for her hair and part of her took blame for that. "Don't try and pretend like you do." If you were a wine you'd be the most bitter. "I don't know why you even keep me around Natasha."

The redhead scoffed bitterly, "because I love you!" It stung to feel the burden in her words—you're hurting yourself just to spite her, but she hurt you first and with the way your mind was racing this made sense.

"Or is it because you feel guilty?" You countered, and hit it on the head as she whispered, "Y/N, please..."

Crushing her the same way she did you the day she left you behind, in a place built to destroy a dreamer like you, in the hands of a man set out to punish you for the mistakes of the woman you loved the most. Ouch.

"Do you think the world would miss me if I vanished?"

"Of cou—." You mindlessly cut her off, words tinged with vitriol, "Of course not. You're the one they'd hold the candlelight vigils for, you'll be on a mural and I'd be the one the stray cats would miss, because just like them I know what it's like to truly have no place."

"Have you been smoking pot?" It reeked the longer she stood closer to you. Then you all but confirmed it as you grew defensive. "Is that all you can ask Natasha?"

Natasha clicked her tongue. "Answer the question."

"Yes," you monotoned, "what does that change?"

"Everything." You grew rather frustrated, "but how?"

“You’re not making any sense,” she tried to reason but you laughed incredulously, “this is the first time in my entire life that I am making complete sense, Natalia.”

"I don't like it when you're like this, sestra."

"I'm always like this." Natasha sighed, "yeah..."

"Yeah?" Natasha nodded shamefully and you couldn't stop the sob from breaking. She hated you.

"Then I won't be anything to you, anymore."

Natasha shot up in a cold sweat, her wife beater tank top sticking to her skin, the words of your last fight still ringing in her head; a cry for help and she was useless.

"Fuck," she hiccuped, her knees pulled to her chest as she sobbed alongside the sky just outside the window. She dug the heels of her palms into her eyes and tried to force the pity she felt for herself away, the grief...

There were so many things she could have said; done.

I don't understand, but I want to; talk to me...

Had she ran after you, would it be different now?

Could've grabbed you by the arm. Don't go. Stay.

I love you more than you could ever know.

Instead she scoffed, 'at least I can finish my paperwork now,' and let you storm out the door without noticing the keys to her brand new jet black Porsche were gone.

Yelena still won't return her calls. Melina and Alexei are beside themselves in a grief harsher than her own. Though she internally wagers that her loss was the greatest, because you were her little widow first...

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"Natty?" the blue haired girl looked at you with a wide grin, the innocence of the nickname you gave her was endearing and in the same breath, twisted. It was clear to her you didn't remember much of the before. You were four years her junior, so similar to Yelena, this life was honestly all you'd known. "Da, malen'kiy pauk?"

Natasha laughed just as soon as you giggled. It brought her joy to know, that for a while, you could be free of the harsh shackles that awaited you all back home.

"A little girl at school today told me about how in her family, when a person goes away, that they can become something else when they visit." Natasha nearly lost the joy on her face as you curiously approached death. In her mind the hope you held onto was futile, that when you shoot someone between the eyes, they are as good as gone, but she could never destroy you like that.

Instead, she gave life to your wonder, "What would you want to be then, a kitty?" You shook your head and blurted your answer easily, "malen'kiy pauk." The gaps in your teeth only made your smile more endearing, and the redhead opened her arms to you. You launched yourself into your sister's arms and gripped her tight.

"Then I could visit you," you mumbled against her shirt and the natural redhead tensed. The idea of you no longer existing felt unpleasant—her walls crumbled the moment you and Yelena entered her life but this was the first time she'd felt anything excruciating.

"Moya malen'kiy pauk," she chuckled softly so as to not cry instead, she placed a kiss to your cheek then hoped your childlike attention span would change the tune.

Then a familiar jingle sounded and you were scrambling into the house, shrieking for your mom.

Natasha shook her head and walked to the old man who knowingly parked out front of your house. He handed the redhead three ice creams, and a disk.

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You stood next to Natasha in the line for lunch, which was just a tasteless tray variety of essential nutrients. It was rule of thumb not to talk in line, but you were never one to follow the rules, and neither was Natasha.

"Are you scared of death?" Natasha frowned. "What?"

"I think a healthy fear for the end is fair, but I'm not losing sleep over the concept. Why do you ask?"

"Because I'm honestly not," you shrugged, stance indifferent but Natasha unfortunately believed you as you went on to say, "just wondering if I'm alone."

"Never with us," Yelena chimed in. "Death is an inevitability, just a matter of the when and how."

It wasn't hard to see to the fear in the blonde's eyes as she kept up her indifferent demeanor. Deep down, Natasha knew she was still that little girl from Ohio, who up until recently called fireflies, forest stars.

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"I can't believe it," your tone clipped, the warmth you used to greet her with was gone. "I'll be back," she lied without realizing, but you could see it clearly. "Izhets."

(Liar)

"Y/N, I am going to end it once and for all," she hoped you could see the bigger picture, a promised freedom.

"Tozhe tupoy," you chuckled humorlessly. "There is no end, just more opportunities to build up defense."

(Dumb too)

Natasha fell for the American's words of ignorance.

"I love you," she said with certainty before she was one with the shadows, the last piece of your hope gone as it'd been years since you last caught sight of Lena.

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A loud cry outside the purposely cracked window pulled her from her bittersweet thoughts of you...

Natasha stood beneath the tarp of your balcony, eyes downcast on a gorgeous white cat, paws soiled by the mud she trudged through with her three kittens. The redhead set a plate of food down for her then settled down beside her, towel in hand as she dried her babies.

The light of the moon cast over the kittens, reflecting off their varied fur patterns. A black one meowed, calling to her first among the litter, he hissed softly at the unfamiliar lift but settled fast as she began to dry his fur, pulling off grime and putting him to sleep.

The same occurred with the next boy cat, who was a gorgeous shade of gray, with faint swirls of orange.

Lastly, the smallest of the three, a gorgeous blend of white, brown and orange. She was the most vocal.

A grateful purr came from the mama cat when the redhead moved on to her paws, her eyes fluttered open at the unexpected contact, and when Natasha lifted her own gaze she gasped. With the light now on her face the color of her eyes was clear, a tear streamed down Nat's face without warning. The color and deep feeling of understanding behind them were just so, you.

"Oh my," a subdued laugh left her as she caught sight of something else, she scooped the feline into her lap, and placed a finger on her wet, pink nose in waiting. The blur of black transferred right on over and the woman smiled truly for the first time in eight months. "Dobro pozhalovat' domoy, moy malen'kiy pauk."

(Welcome home, my little spider)

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sc0tters · 10 months ago

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Three’s the Crowd | Nick Moldenhauer & Luca Fantilli

summary: at a team party two boys get the chance to have you, but what happens when you want them both?

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, p in v, oral (m and fem receiving!), mild degradation, threesome, swearing.

word count: 5.02k

authors note: the Nick and Luca threesome is finally here and I’m embarrassed to admit how long it took me… @fantillisdaylight thank you for trusting me with this idea and I hope I have done it justice! this one gets hot people, that was the aim so let’s all hope I did it!

You had always been someone Luca kept in his mind.

Becoming best friends with Adam when the boys signed to the Chicago Steel was probably one of the best things that had ever happened to you. He was the reason the University of Michigan went from third on your list of potentials to first. The Fantilli boy quickly became your person as he knew you like the back of his hand.

That’s why you ended up a little lost when he made the jump from college to the NHL. The man who kept you sane was no longer there and that what made you sink into the crowd as you needed a new sense of direction. So when Nick showed up it felt like your calls had all been answered with one swift movement.

Luca grew envious by how quickly you rekindled your friendship with the Moldenhauer boy who everyone swore had a crush on you. The thoughts were things that you had heard and anyone would have lied if they said they didn’t enjoy hearing how guys felt about them. But a level of greed seemed to seep into your mind as you turned into a glutton, taking the boys flirting yet still wanting more from other guys.

You thought you were slick as you would have multiple guys in your phone as you basked in the attention, but you had your favourite’s. Your main rule was that you never had these boys in your room, you could flirt but nothing was allowed to cross any lines as you were having fun.

Yet by the time the cold and icy air that January brought, so came a level of frustration that not even watching snow fall outside your window could cure. You were sexually frustrated and after weeks of contemplating and having to accept that your vibrator wasn’t strong enough to cure it. With the help of your friends you came up with the idea that would make you irresistible and if you were lucky more than one guy would end up in your trap.

Just as you hoped from the moment you walked into that party heads turned to watch you. Your black skirt was tight around your ass and your white cropped polo was barely keeping your bra hidden. Luca and Nick each stared at you from where they stood and you did little to hide your smirk “hey boys.” You stopped in front of them as you smiled.

You swore the boys had to be stupid to not see the way you had both of them in your hands “come here with anyone tonight?” Luca asked as he scanned the path behind you only to see a few of your friends from your dorm building walking on together “couldn’t I come see my favorite host alone?” You teased as the sophomore hockey players were hosting tonight after a run of big wins came from the team “you know I won’t turn down seeing you sweets.” The boy had given you the nickname years ago yet somehow it still brought a blush to your cheeks after all this time.

Nick resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he watched the sight before his eyes “you want a drink?” The question slipped from his lips reminding the sophomores that he was there “only if you’ll have one too.” The wink you sent him made any and all jealousy that he had practically vanish from his mind.

He let his hand lock into yours as he pulled you towards the kitchen. A smirk formed on Nicks lips as he could feel the glare that Luca sent him “happy to see you tonight princess.” Nick mumbled sending shivers down your spine.

Luca let a scowl form on his face as bile built up in his throat, if Nick wanted you to play this game then he was going to have a worthy opponent in Luca.

The party continued on and now with a slight buzz and a beer soaked shirt from when Gavin bumped into you. The bathroom seemed to call your name as you pressed your hand against the wall keeping you upright “you enjoying making a mess sweets?” Luca teased turning his attention from the blonde girl who had been up against the wall next to him.

You shook your head as you groaned “Gav did.” His face hardened as he left the girl irritated “gotta help my girl.” Luca shrugged as he sent you a smile.

His hand pressed to the small of your back ignoring her complaints as he ushered you into the bathroom “didn’t need you to come with me.” You mumbled as the door shut behind you “missed you tonight sweets.” Luca smiled as he watched you strip out of your white revealing your sticky pink bra.

He’d be lying if he said that as he watched you pat down your sticky skin, Luca felt his cock throb as his eyes trailed down to your skirt that seemed even shorter “clearly you did.” You scoffed as you shook your head think back to the girl who was next to him not even a few minutes ago.

A laugh left his lips as you furrowed your eyebrows “you jealous?” Sure she was a pretty little blonde, and sure she was exactly his type but she wasn’t you. And for Luca that mattered the most “please you think I care about what you do with some-” you were cut off as his lips hit yours.

His hand reached up as it tugged in your hair “lu.” You moaned leaving your mouth open as it gave him a chance to slide his tongue into your mouth “mhm.” He groaned pushing you against the sink as you sat up on the counter.

He pulled away giving him the chance to see your swollen lips as you looked up at him “some what?” Luca smirked as you sent him a glare “you gonna let me have you pretty girl?” He asked dropping his head to your neck as he began to nip at your skin taking in the taste of the beer.

A whimper left your lips as you pressed your thighs together “you have me Lu.” You nodded as the pool within your panties became far too much for you to handle “fuck who knew I needed to kiss you to get you like this?” The hockey player teased dropping his hand between your legs letting his fingers dance against your thighs.

He watched in awe as you bit your lower lip “fucking do it before I find someone else.” The warning made his eyes go sharp “like who?” Luca didn’t want for your response as he began fiddling with your panties “Nick.” A penny dropped in his mind as Luca ripped the fabric that covered your cunt like it was nothing “Luca!”

Your groan echoed off of the walls as the boy laughed “c’mon you know I’ll get you another pair if that’s what you were worried about sweets.” Luca clicked his tongue as he finally pressed his fingers against your cunt.

You shuddered at his touch feeling himself drive his fingers up and down your slit “you’re fucking soaked.” He gasped into your ear before he went to suck at your ear lobe “please.” You whimpered pushing your hips closer to him.

Luca rolled his eyes as he began letting his lips nip at your skin. Your eyes screwed shut as you were lulled by his actions. His lips moved down your chest as he kissed between the valley of your breasts “just fucking do something god.” You grumbled as you were ready to unclip your bra for him to speed it up.

The boy shook his head as be smiled “you gonna let me taste you before you start acting like a brat?” Luca quipped back making you nod your head repeatedly as though he couldn’t see you.

He didn’t take long as he dropped to his knees hooking his hands under your legs pulling you closer to the edge of the sink “such a pretty pussy.” The hockey players mumbled kissing up your thighs as he made sure to not miss a spot “god please.” You begged feeling his breath against your cunt.

Time seemed to stop as your body almost double downed in pleasure when his tongue lay flat on your slit “that’s how I got to shut you up?” Luca clicked his tongue as he let out a chuckle. The boy squeezed your legs as he moaned at the mere tug of your hand through his hair.

His tongue focused on your clit like you were his last meal “right there.” You mumbled rolling your hips against him. As his cock now hurt in his boxers Luca didn’t even care about it as he watched you have that fucked out look on your face.

In fact he was so focused on you that he didn’t notice the door opening “oh.” Nick looked at the sight with wide eyes and as he spoke it made you use the little energy you had left to look at him “fucking shut the door!” Luca groaned replacing his tongue with his thumb on your clit.

Nick was quickly brought back to wart as he was reminded of the fact that there was a party literally on the other side of the wall “c’mere Nick.” You cooed curling your finger in your direction as you looked at him “we won’t bite.” You added letting your lips form a loose smile.

He nodded finally shutting the door making the effort to lock the door “this what you wanted baby?” Luca teased pulling his head back to your cunt where he went back to his meal “wanted to both.” You confessed making Nick smile as he finally walked over to you.

You watched Nick as he cupped your jaw “want to kiss you.” You mewled as Nick finally listened to you. His lips were rough against yours as you melted at his touch.

Luca couldn’t help it as he pinched your hip reminding you that he was still there “fuck!” You groaned pushing your head against the mirror “enjoying this baby?” Luca teased bringing you back to the image of him between your thighs.

Nick continued to kiss down your neck as he sucked at your sensitive skin “so much.” You whimpered as the boy reached behind your back with one hand to unclasp your bra. Both boys looked in awe as your breasts were freed from their constraints as your bra was thrown to the floor “you been hiding these from us?” Nick let out a grunt as he rolled your nipple between his fingers.

The room grew hot as you had one nipping at your breast and the other between your legs “you see how fucking needy she is for us?” Luca’s rough voice had you shivering as your thighs squeezed his head “can’t wait to see what she’s like around a cock.” Nicks vulgar words made Luca laugh as he kissed your cunt.

His tongue lashed against you and with each swipe your strength wavered “more?” You whimpered now infatuated with the idea of both boys sending you over the edge as their cocks stuffed your cunt and your mouth. Nick seemed to be on the same wavelength as you as he nodded “go make a mess on his tongue pretty girl and then I’ll let you get a taste okay?” The freshman watched in awe as your hair began to stick to the back of your neck from swear as your body shook almost overwhelmed from the pleasure you felt “Lu I’m gonna come.” You announced and you swore it only made him increase the pace of his tongue.

Feelings overwhelmed you as your mouth fell open yet it seemed that not a single sound left your lips as your eyes rolled back “fuck she’s a needy little thing huh?” Nick laughed as he kept his hands on your shoulders forcing your body to stay still as you came “fuck off!” You groaned making him scoff “gonna make you wish you didn’t say that.” Luca was too focused still lapping up the taste of your release to even notice that Nick had his hand pressed against the shell of your ear as he whispered.

As you tugged on Luca’s hair once more he finally pulled away as he was reminded of the fact that he wanted at least one more orgasm out of you. A smirk laced his facial expressions as his chin glistened from your juices that had made a mess on his face “you’ve got such a sweet fucking cunt.” Luca announced as he ran his fingers through your folds separating them in the process “look at how soaked she is.” Nick swore he had gone to heaven when he got the chance to look at you.

A look of almost shame found itself on your face “all for us isn’t it baby?” The freshman spoke in a hushed tone that had you just about ready to roll over and turn into a puddle “I need your cocks.” You groaned as the sudden feeling of Lucas fingers teasing your hole and Nick’s thumb on your cunt growing too overstimulating for you.

That was all it seemed to take from you to have Nick helping you off of the sink as you stood up straight “who do you want first?” Luca palmed his boner through his pants “want him in my mouth.” Your eyes locked with Nick as the image of Luca between your legs became just as strong.

The movements were quick, like in the blink of an eye and you were between both boys with Nicks hands around your neck and Luca’s one pinching into your hip “god you don’t know how much I’ve wanted this.” Luca felt like he forgot to breathe as he guided his cock to your clit spreading his precum over the sensitive nub as he teased your slit.

Your mouth far too occupied to complain though as Nick had his lips against yours. If this was any other moment Luca could have possibly found it in his heart to see the boys joy in the fact that Nick was finally getting with the girl of his dreams. But as you paid little attention to Luca it made him grow jealous, so with that he didn’t hesitate to slam his hips against yours as he gave you little time to adjust to how your walls swallowed his cock “fuck!” You moaned almost watching your legs give out as surprise mixed with amusement and you began to feel your mind go numb.

You let your hand brush down Nicks torso as it slid beneath the drawstring of his shorts “you want me that bad princess?” It took everything from Nick to not pass out in that very moment as he watched your eyes go full as your breasts bounced each time Luca bottomed you out.

It seemed that Nick was no longer going to try to have you in his tough guy act as he instead gave you what he wanted pulling his boner from his boxers as he let it hit his pubic bone “bro you should have gotten this pussy.” Luca groaned as he slapped your ass.

As your mouth fell open Nick took the opportunity to slide his cock into it “there you go pretty girl.” The freshman cooed as he clutched his fingers into your hair as it made you moan out in pleasure “think this is what she wanted all along?” Luca asked as the squelching sounds of your cunt that mixed with the sounds of your gags were like music to his ears.

You couldn’t help but let your cunt clench around him as your walls squeezed his length as you attempted to look up at Nick “looks like you fucking love being our little slut don’t ya?” When you didn’t answer him his hand tugged at your roots unintentionally making you open your mouth wider “hmm.” Your voice came with an inaudible moan that sent vibrations through Nicks body.

Luca let out a grunt as you hadn’t let up on the squeeze around his cock “fuck sweets if you don’t loosen yourself I’m not gonna last.” The warning made you whimper as you swirled your tongue around Nicks cock forcing your back to arch as you tried to take most of his cock forcing yourself to breathe through your nose.

This new angle also meant that Luca was hitting a further spot within you and with that came even more pleasure for all three of you as your throat loosened as the strain on your neck softened “think she deserves her second?” Nick had pushed his fingers to the base of your scalp forming a makeshift ponytail to get better control of his thrusts as he fucked your face.

The Fantilli boy shook his head as he heard you moan at the offer “no I think little sweets here should make you come first.” His words came with his hand on your clit like a bit of encouragement to get you to make him last longer than his younger teammate.

Your eyes were close to rolling back into your head as you gasped swirling your tongue around Nick’s cock like your life depended on it “don’t stop pretty girl.” The coo had your legs shaking as you were left certain that without Luca hand gripping at your hip you would have had your face in the floor “I’m gonna come fuck!” Nick let out a groan as he let his cock slide out from your mouth before his hand replaced where your tongue was “open those pretty little lips f’me.” As his hand began to jerk himself of Nick finally hit his release.

He watched in awe as the warm sticky ropes of his release shot from his aching cock and began to paint your lower face and even found as far as to land on your collar bones only making you moan louder as you felt it. Luca kept his hand locked in your hair as he kept your face from dropping “you close sweets?” The boys wanton expression made you mewl as his other hand stayed pressed against your stomach forcing you to feel how deep his cock went in your cunt.

A flurry of incoherent words flew from your lips as you nodded “so big.” Was the only thing that either of them could understand “is that a yes princess?” Nick let out a grunt as he found his lips hovering over yours as he took the moment to see the mess he had made on your skin “please.” The relentless pounding of Luca’s cock had your legs shaking as your ears rang.

The boys laughter taunted you “know you can beg better than that you.” Nick clicked his tongue as he pecked your lips watching your eyes flutter “want to make a mess for you please.” You whimpered feeling your cunt throb around his teammates cock “let yourself go then pretty girl.” As Luca huffed the words out wondering how much longer he could last within the bounds of your heavenly cunt.

You didn’t need to be told twice as Nick let your lips go as your moans echoed off of the walls as Luca’s orgasm was brought on by yours “right there sweets.” The sophomore grunted as his cock coated your walls fucking you through your orgasm.

Your chest heaved as you came down from it still feeling your core full as his thumb drew faint circles on your clit “enough.” You squirmed feeling a level of sensitivity build up between your legs once more “since you asked so nicely sweets.” Luca teased sliding his cock out of you letting you fall into Nicks arms.

The younger boy placed a kiss to your head as he smiled “Luca you in there!” Rutger groaned as he knocked on the door reminding the three of you that the party was still coming on downstairs.

Luca couldn’t help but groan as he watched Nick smirk “yeah.” Luca raked his fingers through his hair “we’re downstairs playing beer pong so hurry up!” the blondes words made a smile form on your face as you laughed “maybe leave the girl in there though.” He trailed off making your eyes go wide as you were reminded of the fact that they could hear you.

The Fantilli boy sighed as he pecked your lips reaching down for his shorts that were on the floor “stay with me?” You croaked out throat still raw as you looked at Nick.

He nodded as he lifted you back onto the sink as you both watched the older boy leave before Nick locked the door again “how are you feeling pretty girl?” The words made you smile as a giddy feeling built in your chest “this your version of after talk?” You let out a laugh as you watched him walk over to you.

The way his eyes stared at you made you feel so exposed, even as you were naked “liked making a mess on you.” He confessed as he brushed his fingers over your collarbone when he smiled.

Your hand was as placed over his as you nodded “it doesn’t have to end there Nick.” Your proposal made his ears perk up in surprise “what do you mean?” He mumbled as you cupped his face letting your hands squeeze his cheeks.

His eyes intently stared at yours as he waited for your answer “just that I wanna spend just a little more time with ya Nicky.” You cooed letting your lips hover over his “don’t know if I can do it.” His confession made you frown as he feared he had done the wrong thing “you trust me to walk you through it?” Your strong demeanour was replaced by this soft one.

A smile sat strong on his face as he nodded “have me just how you want me tonight.” Nick mumbled as you were fully in control of him. He was surprised as he watched you tug at his shirt “then it’s not fair that I’m the only one who is naked.” There was a hint of amusement in your words as you helped him get rid of his shirt and his shorts.

Just like before Nick was attractive to you as you couldn’t help but smile “you’re such a pretty boy.” You cooed letting your saliva drop to his cock as you began to run your hand up his length as you pumped his cock in an attempt to get him hard again “just for you.” Nick groaned as you kissed his lips reminding him of the fact that he was now the centre of your attention.

It took a few more pumps of your hand for him to grow hard again and you did a few more just to tease him “I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that.” He gasped letting his teeth sink into your shoulder as his cock began to throb in your hand as the precum oozed from his tip “watch this f’me pretty boy.” You ordered feeling a sense of power over the boy as he nodded practically lapping up your demands like they were nothing.

You drove the swollen head over your clit making you both shudder in the process “please.” Nick whined desperate to have more of you “since you asked so nicely.” You teased sliding his cock down your slit before you let it slowly slide into your cunt.

The air around you both grew warm as you both watched how your soaked pussy swallowed his cock like it was nothing “fuck!” You gaped biting down on your lip as you saw his pubic bone hit your clit as your legs went up on either side of him to accommodate him.

A smile formed on his face as he let out a little laugh “you good princess?” He asked as he let his hands setting on your hips “think I should be asking you that.” You quipped back finally losing your strong expression as he pinched the flesh of your ass.

It made him roll his eyes as he began slowly pulling his hips away from you before he brought them back “you can go harder pretty boy.” You mumbled wrapping your arms around his neck.

The thought was hot in your brain as you realised that Nick was fucking you with Luca’s come as his lube since it still coated your cunt “you still so needy after all that?” Nick let out a dry laugh as he began to taunt you “f’you.” You swore your brain was being rewired as it only made his confidence grow.

Nick began to pick up his pace as he nipped at your throat “was waiting to get you like this.” The freshman revealed as his voice was a low rasp “had to watch you be his girl.” He grumbled making his efforts stronger as it caused your breasts to bounce with each thrust.

A low moan left your lips “wanted to have you be all mine but you just had to be a little slut and want us both huh?” Part of you was surprised at how vocal he was “wanted to be your girl too.” You mewled bringing your hand between you two as you began to rub at your clit still feeling sensitive from your first two orgasms.

The sound of your squelching cunt echoed off of the walls “you get to show me that now.” Nick had been jealous the entire night having to fight Luca for every bit of your attention and he had now grown tired of it.

His cock pulsed in your core as his hands kept you planted on the counter “you’re so big.” You whined locking your legs on Nicks hips “should have let you fuck me in Chicago.” He tensed at the mention of your home city but as it made you moan he thought he was unnoticed.

Nick grew tired of kissing your neck as he swatted your hand away from your clit as he replaced it with his own “you don’t know how long I have been thinking about this pretty little cunt of yours.” You clenched around him as you heard his words “but I think you already knew how good you are.” He scoffed pinching your skin as he knew how the other guys were around you.

You were keeping your eyes screwed shut as you felt your stomach tighten “I’m gonna-“ the words couldn’t leave your lips before Nick cut you off “fucking hold it.” The hockey player growled having other things in mind for you.

A whimper was stuck in your throat “you wanted to come then you have to fucking beg.” Nick spat as his free hand was pressed up against the mirror behind you.

If this was any other moment you would have put up a fight but as your cunt was clenched and your body was close to losing it “I just want to be your little slut Nick.” You announced pressing your head against the glass behind you “make a mess on your cock and make you feel so fucking good.” Your promise made him smirk as he kissed your lips letting his teeth nip at your lower lip “make that mess.”

It was as though the heavens opened as you swore you heard the sounds of prayer bells playing in your ears “don’t fucking stop please.” You begged using the little strength that you had left to writhe your hips against him “come in me.” The words left your lips washing away any nerves that the boy might have had.

The room felt warm as your eyes fluttered “shit shit shit!” You chanted as you came clenching his cock as you spurred in his orgasm “right there!” Nick gritted as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

As he finally slowed down Nick watched your chest heave “you okay pretty girl?” His voice was soft as he kissed your cheek letting his cock slide out of your cunt “I’m good.” You mumbled as you nodded.

It was sweet as Nick smiled “you want a moment up here or you ready to go down?” He asked as he reached down for your panties “let’s go.” You felt your heart grow full at the gesture and you were going to be excited to learn that his levels of aftercare would only grow to improve from that night onwards.

You had felt weird the last few weeks. Sure the memory of that night was on replay in your mind as you started seeing the boys more frequently, both together and alone. So like any normal and responsible young adult you googled your symptoms and found three different things you could have been going through. One was something that you were about thirty years too young to be experiencing, the second was one you hoped it wasn’t. And the third was one you could have proven wrong with the simple action of peeing on a stick.

Truly you thought it was going to be nothing. Which is why you didn’t mind waiting for those three minutes to run right by. Of course though luck was never meant to truly be on your side as this was college and what better way to add stress to your life than a baby. But it didn’t end there, you didn’t even know who the father was because you had been sleeping with two guys who were also best friends.

So as the two thick lines stared back at you as though it was trying to mock you, you couldn’t help but groan “fuck!” As you slammed the test on the ground hoping that it would erase your current reality.

That wasn’t going to work though as this baby wasn’t going anywhere and you had somethings you needed to figure out, starting with whose goddamn baby, were you carrying?

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skrrts · 4 months ago

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the bus at 11:17PM (oneshot)

✧ gn!reader x yunho ✧ genre: non-idol, slice of life, crush on a stranger ✧ word count: 1,6k

every thursday, you wait with a handsome stranger for the bus at 11:17 pm. today, you intend to finally approach him.

a/n: how to write drabbles? this was meant to be short but oh well. thank you yuyu for all those pictures

As you stepped outside of the building, your gaze went up to the night sky, and you admired how the rain clouds had vanished, the moon shining boldly, fighting the fake lights of the city.

“I guess I won’t need that one,” you said, dropping the small umbrella into your bag and stretching a little.

Taking a long language class every Thursday after work was still challenging, your lazy nature asking why you couldn’t just go home early instead of trying to learn a language you had been interested in for years.

All your attempts to teach yourself with YouTube videos had failed horribly.

“Y/N, are you sure you do not want a ride home? I really do not mind taking a detour, it’s late.”

Yeosang’s pretty face appeared next to you, leading you to look back at him.

You shook your head, smiling: “No, it’s okay. I like taking the last bus; it’s nice to ride without all the crowds I deal with every morning. And besides, I really do not live too far away, it’s just ten stops, and I will be right at my apartment complex.”

There was a small hint of worry. The two of you sat next to each other in language class, and he had been a great help, far more advanced than you were after years of failed self-study.

“Alright, get home safely. I’ll see you next week,” he bowed and waved before turning around to follow the other students to the parking lot.

You were a little surprised to learn you were the only one who did not have a car. It just didn’t feel convenient in the middle of a large city, not to mention the costs tied to it — money you’d rather invest in something you enjoyed.

Then, there was another reason. As you walked to the nearby bus station, you could feel your heartbeat increase and held your breath in anticipation as you stepped around the corner.

It was on the day of your first language class that you saw him for the first time, waiting for the same bus as you. The tall and handsome stranger looked up and flashed you a sweet smile before focusing back on his phone that day. You felt silly and shy for glancing at him the entire time, even when you reached your station and had to go.

Then, you told yourself it was fine — who didn’t do that with a stranger? But to your delight, he was there every Thursday, waiting in silence not too far from you.

His presence was comforting. The street was quiet and empty, but with him there, you felt safe. It sounded strange, considering you didn’t know anything about this man. Maybe it was his tall frame or the way he was so relaxed, giving you a feeling of security.

He was always dressed casually but still elegant, and you wondered if he worked somewhere around here, spending hours imagining what kind of job he held.

Your language class was about to end in three weeks, and you knew you were likely running out of time. If you intended to learn at least his name, you finally needed to find the bravery to approach him.

Your heart skipped a beat as you could see him standing there once again! He was looking good today too. White and black suited him so well, but this was the first time you saw him wearing glasses. Did he need them? Was it a choice of style?

Your bus always left at 11:17 PM; you had about fifteen minutes to change your life!

Fine, you just tried to hype yourself up to finally find the courage to do something.

Unlike all those other Thursdays, you decided not to sit down but instead stood quite close to him, looking casually at your watch like you actually just wanted to check the time.

While you used a backpack because it was simply more convenient, you carried one of your language books around today, hoping it would make you look just a little more interesting.

All those scenes from your favorite romance series flashed into your mind, where the protagonist just stood cutely at the station and the romantic interest would approach them just like that.

It would be ideal, but there it was again — your imagination running wild, just like when you thought how nice it would be to learn another language but didn’t manage without the help of a teacher.

You gave him a quick glance, but for some reason, the stranger was more engaged with his phone than usual.

He didn’t even give you that sweet and quick smile you had gotten used to because he always greeted you like that when you joined him, waiting for the bus in silence.

Did he ever think about that stranger who only showed up here on Thursdays? Was he maybe quietly asking himself what you were doing here so close to midnight?

Maybe it was better not to know; you would just be disappointed.

As you were lost in thought, you did not realize how your time was already up — not until the bus arrived, a little faster than usual. When it braked, the rain puddles splashed at you, covering not only your book but also your clothes.

The soft noise of surprise was followed by a hiss, and you stared at your outfit.

You intended to approach him today, so you had put more effort into your appearance, wearing some of your favorites pieces, which were now covered in dirty rainwater.

For a moment, you fought back tears, now embarrassed by how you had imagined your life turning into a silly romance movie when you should be more mature than that.

What made you think this would work?

“Are you okay?”

The voice next to you was foreign, but when you turned around, you saw the stranger looking at you with worry. The bus driver hissed to get in if you didn’t want to stay.

Your crush gave the old man a small glare before he quickly smiled at you, indicating for you to get in. After a moment, you blinked but hurried inside. The doors shut, and the bus station was slowly disappearing.

The stranger was standing beside you, pulling out a package of handkerchiefs from his bag.

“Here, it probably won’t help much with the clothes but the book.”

You stared at it, blushing.

“Oh, yes! Thank you!”

You accepted it with a slight bow and tried to clean off your book, you felt his gaze still on you. As you looked up, he offered a soft smile.

Realizing you did not answer his question yet, you said, “I am okay. It was my fault… I should not have stood so close to the street.”

But he was quick to shake his head.

“No, he drove too fast; it wasn’t your fault. He should be more mindful. Here, let’s sit.”

Your cheeks were red, and you weren’t sure if the heat was from being shy or embarrassed, but your body just acted, and the two of you settled on two of the seats.

“I have seen you a few times; I guess you visit the language school nearby? Ah, I am Yunho, nice to meet you. I believe you get out at Parkroad Station?”

You were surprised to learn that he did pay attention, not only to what kind of book you carried or that he did notice you after all, but also which station was your destination.

“Oh yes, I am almost done though; there are just two more lectures and it will wrap up. I was thinking about taking the next level entry though!”

Your words were rushed, and he chuckled.

“Learning a new language is good fun! I’d encourage it if you are enjoying yourself.”

He really was sweet, trying his best to cheer you up although you were strangers. Finally, you offered him your name and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

This wasn’t how you had imagined approaching him, but now you were just glad the two of you finally talked.

“I … noticed you too, but I admit, I was too nervous to say hi. It was nice; I felt safer waiting for the bus so late, knowing I’d not be alone,” you mumbled softly.

Yunho seemed surprised before smiling back.

“Same here. We always have a team meeting on Thursdays, but I am the only one without a car… it’s nice to know I am not alone taking the bus.”

“Oh, I feel that! Everyone at my language class takes a car except for me.”

The two of you laughed, but you realized your station was coming up soon.

Yunho looked at you before opening his bag again and pulling out his business card. You weren’t surprised to see he was head of his department — he really seemed to be kind and smart.

“It’s late, and you should get home, dry up, but maybe … we could meet for a coffee? You could tell me more about your lessons and how you like the school. I was thinking about studying a new language myself.”

You carefully put it between the pages of the book.

“I will make sure to text you my number once I am home… and I’d love that. I’m off on weekends, whenever you are available.”

“Same here. I will call you tomorrow?”

The two of you looked at each other with a smile before your station was announced, and you pushed yourself up.

“I am looking forward to it,” you bowed, and this time, you were quite sure to see how his ears were just a little red.

As you stepped outside of the bus and turned around, Yunho had moved over to a window seat; he was waving to you until you were no longer in sight.

“Wait… is that a date?!”

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almondmilkcleanser · 2 years ago

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B L O O D P A S T R I E S

characters / fandom ; f!reader x sebastian michaelis - kuroshitsuji

tw ; begging ; dominance ; dirty talk ; breeding ; nylons/tights ; praise kink? MINORS DNI

word count ; 3k - I got carried away okay!

a/n ; this is my first ever smut fanfic so I’m nervous! I hope you enjoy! feel free to request a character in the comments.

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so I’ll paint a million roses on your skin in pigments tainted blood red ill write your name all over the moon so I know our love will live in mystery after we’re long gone

“Yes, My Lord.”

Those words echoed in your head back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. How you tried your best not to roll your eyes day in and day out at the senseless drabbing from a child.

You owed it to Ciel, of course. But you were growing tired of his brattish fashions. Everyone seemed to jeer and laugh at his childish bickering except you. If it wasn’t for Sebastian, you would have fled a long time ago.

“See to it that dinner arrangements are up to my expectations, Sebastian.” he snided.

“Yes, My Lord. As you wish, a Butler must exceed every wish and desire of their master.”

You could hear Mei Rin’s ears blowing steam from across the room. Your lip twitched at his comment, and Sebastian’s crimson eyes danced your direction. Your hands grew cold and your heart raced in your ears. What did he see that you didn’t? Was it as obvious as you thought it was? By the fading smirk across his lips as he walked away, you felt a sigh of relief.

Nobody knew that in the months since you’ve occupied the Phantomhive Manor, you’ve developed a hard-wired crush on Sebastian. You studied his poise, his mannerisms, his. . . “aura”. You even took it upon yourself to spy on him one day while he was helping Ciel get dressed. Outside of his bedroom, your maid uniform barely concealing your sacred areas as you bent over to peer into the crack of the doorframe, you watched him.

Everything seemed to be normal, until it happened.

You saw Ciel’s eye, glowing a pigmented sapphire as Sebastian’s glowed a violet red. His mouth extended, revealing fangs of a demon as he smiled triumphantly. Ciel’s sad eyes focused on the floor as Sebastian dressed him in his evening attire, a hint of unspoken pleasure riddling across his face.

You let out a small gasp, only loud enough for you to hear. Or so you thought. Ciel paid it no mind, but Sebastian’s yes darted straight to the door, shutting it closed like magic. It caught you off guard, causing you to stumble to the floor! You covered your mouth, gathered your bearings and flees the hallway as fast as you can!

But you felt watched ever since that day. When you were alone in the hall, when you were outside in the garden, even when you bathed, you felt watched.

But it was something about Sebastian’s mystery that. . . turned your senses completely on. You would take in his movements, his voice, his posture, and keep them in a small sector of your mind that was unlocked night after night.

Your whines would echo his name till you fell fast asleep, and the looming presence would vanish. The cycle repeated itself, but you never wanted to stop. It got to the point that, unconsciously, you would try to get in his way, whether it be with help in the kitchen or with a stray black cat, just to eat him to say your name. And that would ring in your head until your legs buckled under the weight and your hands filled with your juices. Your heart would even ache for him to taste you, finger by finger.

“Y/N? Y/N? Are you listening?”

You snapped out of your fantasy, coming back to reality with a sharp shove. You were standing in the Grand Hall with Sebastian, Mei Rin, Finny and Baldroy all peering at you with curious glances.

“Hm,” Sebastian cleared his throat, returning to his solitary piece of paper.

Oh heaven’s sake. your nervous hands trembled at your sides as he continued reading off his list. Everyone returned their focus toward’s Sebastian while yours affixed to the floor.

“Finny is to tend to the garden, Mei Rin to the cleaning, Baldroy to the kitchen and- ah- yes-“ your eyes snaked back to Sebastian, only for his ruby eyes to peer directly through you.

“The young master wants a special Pâte Brisée (french pie crust) tonight for his pastry desserts. A shipment of supplies will be arriving in the back. See to it that they

get unloaded and then make your way to the kitchen for prep.” Was he serious? You couldn’t possibly carry all of that yourself!

“That will be all. I trust you all will execute your tasks to the Master’s satisfaction.” Wait, he wasn’t changing his mind?!

“Yes sir!” everyone shouted, scurrying in different directions to prepare for the evening. Was the Lord expecting company? Ugh! the lack of clear communication in this place was driving you insane!

Watching the door’s close, you turned back to see everyone was gone! With a frustrated huff, you hurried to the back of the manor, already contemplating a plan in your head as to how you’re going to unload flour, and salt, and sugar, and fresh butter.

With a sigh, you felt your shoulders weaken already at the thought.

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Coming to the back, your jaws dropped at the crates of baking supplies already unloaded to perfection. There was a crowbar next to a box of flour that seemed to have the top lifted already. You were thankful the hardest part was over, but now the harder part was beginning.

You dug in the crate, hoisted a sack of flour over your shoulder, and lightly jogged to the storage chamber outside.

You fetched the storage key from underneath your blouse, fastened it into the lock and helped yourself inside. Once inside, your eyes quickly adjusted to the dim lighting surrounding multiple supplies, peering corner to corner for a spot to place this ridiculously heavy bit of flour! Your arms shaking, you found a clear area to create a new pile of stock, but before you walked back outside, you saw a raspberry-colored Phantomhive bunny rabbit toy carefully stuffed between two barrels.

Odd. You thought, crouching down to retrieve the rabbit. It took a few tugs, but once3 you were able to pull the rabbit from its smushed crevices, you exclaimed for joy!

Click!

What was that noise?! Was that the door! Who must have locked it!

With the bunny still in your hands, you turned back to the doorway, your heart racing in your ears. Then, out of nowhere, a cool breeze crept up the back of your neck. Your hairs stood on edge! This was a carefully constructed storage facility, why was there a sudden breeze!

“Oh, Y/N, it seems as though you’ve fallen short of completing your tasks.” That voice, the same voice that was woven with dark silk echoed in the storage house. But- where was-!

“That just won’t do for a Phantomhive employee. Tell me,”

Suddenly, a pressure pinned you down against a large crate, causing you to drop the rabbit toy at your feet. You shifted your body in a failed attempt to stand to your feet, but the pressure only increased to keep you still. The invisible force grew heavier until you could feel a pair of hands hold your arms behind you.

“Sebastian, you have to let me go so I can finish!” you pleaded, crossing your legs as best as you could to prevent your dress from hiking further.

“Oh, that just won’t do. You see, Y/N, I know you have been performing at a suboptimal level for a while now. And I can’t say that the Master will be too pleased that one of his workers are causing the ship to sink.”

“T-that’s not, true.” you shaking my disagreed. You didn’t want to admit that in Sebastian’s passing you would drop a plate or burn your hand or slice your skin by mistake. Not in this, vulnerable, of a position.

“Well,” Sebastian sucked his teeth in a teasing manner, his physical form manifesting in a tuft of thin black smoke. He leaned his torso down to press you onto the crate further as a smile spread across his face.

“If that isn’t the case, then just what has you so distracted?” you could tell in his tone that he knew the answer all too well.

“Because by the sounds I’ve heard from your bedchamber,” he whispered in your ear, his warm breath tickling the rim, causing your stomach to drop to your toes.

“It seems like I’m to blame, M’lady.”

“That’s not-!”

“But I’ll tell you what,” he continued on, ignoring your flustered disposition. Your body grew hot and you were more than certain he could smell your essence building from how you were position. You tried to push the looming fantasy out of your mind, but the way Sebastian’s knee was softly placed between your legs, faintly rubbing the crotch of your pantyhose, your mind was beginning to melt and your legs beginning to grow weaker.

“As I am already bounded to the Lord by Contract, I cannot be a fully devoted servant to you. But,” his crimson eyes glowed fuschia in the darkness, his fangs protruding from his lips in a smile, “I only have one request, and I will let you go.”

He took your silence as a sign to continue.

“Repeat what you said last night. And don’t be shy. I’d just like to hear it again from those lovely lips of yours.”

“Wha- No- I can’t,” you tried to shift again, but Sebastian was just too strong. He suckled on your ear, humming gleefully at the sight of you fighting his constraints like a delicate white rabbit in the clutches of a wolf.

“And why not?” he hummed, “You sounded euphoric as you reached your peak. Please, let me hear it.”

You knew he wasn’t going to let up if you refused. Your pride had slithered to the ground the second Sebastian pinned you down. With a hard swallow, you looked ahead in the darkness, your cheeks burning the same intensity as your quivering sex.

“Sebastian, p-please,”

“With more confidence, lass. The same- exact- way.”

You swallowed again. His demanding tone turned you on more and more without you fully realizing it. You wanted to please him, and you had a feeling he knew you did.

“Sebastian,” you sighed, embarrassed at what’s about to leave your lips. “I want to feel you inside of me. Please make me yours again and again for as long as you’ll have me. I want to feel all of you. I can’t wait any longer!”

The air was silent. All you could hear was your heart. And suddenly, you were turned around to face Sebastian’s. You two were once in the darkness, but like magic candles began to light themselves in a circle around you two. He leaned down to meet your gaze, his crimson eyes burning right through you just like he did in the Grand Hall.

“Is that what you wish, My Lady?”

Shyly, you nodded your head. You could feel him opening your legs inch by inch, causing your pantyhose to rip further up the inseam and splitting at your crotch.

“Well then, I am but a humble servant. And your wish, is my fulfillment.”

Roughly, he pressed his lips to you in a hungered kiss. If you weren’t mistaken, you would have assumed he wanted this the same way you wanted this moment to happen. His tongue found yours and the two danced together for what felt like an eternity. Your nipples hardened under your blouse and your sex began to throb, aching for his touch.

You dreamed about this moment for months and to have it actually happen placed you on a high that you refused to come down from. No amounts of Opium could match this.

He broke the kiss, spittle landing on your chin while you caught your breath. Holding your gaze, he snaked his hand up to your blouse and gave your breast a firm squeeze, rubbing them in small circles as his gaze continued to plaster on you.

“Look at me, Y/N.”

You didn’t want him to see how much you enjoyed it, but you didn’t want to disobey him. He smirked down at you, squeezing your breasts admirably. He took your nipple between his fingers and gave them a soft pinch, sending your back arched in the air and your legs attempting to close as your clit began to throb, aching for more.

“Ah ah ah,” he teased, his voice rumbling in a chuckle.

“Is this not what you wanted?” he asked, his teeth pulling off his glove tantrically slow. You could see his fangs sinking into the fabric and a part of you wish it was you he was sinking his teeth in.

“Y- yes, Sebastian.” you breathed. You watched his free hand trace his clawed finger down your blouse downwards between your legs. Without much effort, his ripped the crotch area of your pantyhose, sliding them down to your ankles. With another rip, he completely split them in two and returned to his original spot between your legs. Without announcement, he sunk his fingers into you, rubbing your clit with his long, sim thumb. Your essence slicked down his wrist, creating a moist, squishing sound as he prodded in and out of you.

“My my, you were more ready than I thought you were.” he retracted his fingers, suckling each one like your juices were remnants of a raspberry sorbet. His fingers met your quivering cunt once more, rocking your body back and forth, grazing against your sweet spot continuously. You covered your mouth, your moans muffled behind your hand as his slender fingers grazed your sensitive areas completely. He enjoyed the sight under him as your breasts rocked up and down, your cunt gripped against his fingers pleadingly, and your moans escalated under its muffled restraint.

He grew tired of not hearing your moans and instead lowered down to kiss you again. Your moans reverberated in his mouth and it was if it fueled his carnal desires. Quickening his pace, he pushed back and forth with a goal in mind. Your juices dripped down the crate and onto the floor, splashing off his wrist and staining his pants. Your hips lifted in the air and he continued his pace, not letting up to aide you in reaching your orgasm. Your groans turned animalistic as your peak grew closer and closer. He smiled in the kiss, biting down on your lip as he prodded one final time until-

“Mmh! Mmh!” Your legs jerked as your body turned to mush underneath him. Your fluids seeped down your legs as your orgasm hit its peak. With your legs still trembling, Sebastian smiled triumphantly. Not giving you a breather, his engorged member rested at the entrance of your begging, throbbing sex. He looked back into your eyes, those same soft red eyes now glowing a lustful crimson undertone.

“Tell me its mine, lass. and I’ll give it to you.”

Your forehead broke out in a sweat as you tried to catch your breath. You didn’t say much, but instead pushed your hips down onto the head of his shaft. From the head alone, your hips trembled at its thickness, but you couldn’t stop yourself. He watched you bounce up and down on the head, its skin glossing with your sweetness.

“Hmmm,” he smiled, “Is that a yes?”

Looking up at him, your lustful gaze meeting his, you nodded in approval.

“Yes,’’ you sighed, “Whenever you crave me, have me. I can’t take it anymore. Please give it to me~”

Sebastian smiled at how much of a dribbling mess you were becoming at the mere feeling of his dick. He pinned both of his wrists above your head and smirked at the sight underneath him.

“You’re so beautiful like this. If I could paint a picture, I would.”

Tears welled in the corners of your eyes as he pushed inside of you inch by inch. Your begging insides clamped onto him every passing moment, tightening its grip on him to a point that his jaw clenched to stifle a moan. It’s been so long since you’ve felt a man inside of you that it almost felt like losing your virginity all over again. But neither of you could wait, you wanted him to move!

His hips rocked back and forth at a steady pace for a few moments before he gathered his rhythm, thrusting in and out of you like a long lost lover. He loosened his grip on your wrists and placed both of his hands on your hips. As he claimed every bit of your insides as his your moans echoed off the walls and down his spine. His name repeated off your tongue like a forbidden ritual that only the two of you knew that you recited again, and again, and again. You didn’t care how carnal you sounded, you only cared about Sebastian inside of you. Your juices coated his girth from base to tip, constantly replenished with a fresh stream after every thrust.

“Ah! Sebastian!” You begged, your heartbeat quickening in your ears, “Come inside of me! I beg you!”

“Is that what the Lady wants?” his thrusts intensified as he was close to his peak. He didn’t want this session to end but he knew he had to attend to the other employees. But he knew this would not be the last time he would ravage you.

“Y-yes, Sebastian!” Another moan danced across your lustful lips, “Fill me up, please!”

Without a response, Sebastian planted his lips on yours and pumped hungrily inside of you. Your mind melted out of your ears, the sounds ringing around you and your legs succumbing from the pressure, you felt another orgasm reaching its peak as Sebastians hot seed coated your womb and interlaced with your sweet nectar ounce by ounce.

He seemed to be just fine but you were catching your breath underneath him. Withou removing himself from you, he brushed the droplets of sweat off your brow and kissed your forehead, smiling as he usually would when he executed a task to perfection.

“Ah, I almost forgot,” he kissed your neck, his devilish smile spreading from cheek to cheek.

“You and I are actually in charge to make the Young Master’s dessert.”

“And by the taste of you, I think a raspberry cream pie would be just perfect for the evening.”

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