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slut4hee · 4 months ago

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Tell A Friend To Tell A Friend | L.HS

“I heard, from a friend of a friend, that dick was a 10 out of 10”

{Paring: Best Friend’s Ex Bf Heeseung x Blk Fem! Reader

{Genre: smut, college au, 18+ so (mdni).

{Synopsis: Rumor has it, that your best friend’s ex boyfriend Heeseung, fucked like a rabbit and have one of the biggest cocks. Being known around your school, as the “Maneater” you find yourself itching to find out if the rumors were true, even if it meant breaking girl code and stabbing your best friend in the back.

{Warnings: hard dom heeseung, sub reader, rough sex, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, squirting, big dick Heeseung, creampie, spanking, pet names, cheating, I do not condone cheating so don’t come for me, reader is kinda a bitch, reader is secretly down bad for Heeseung.

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Not once did you ever think you would be face down ass up, and getting pounded into your best friend’s ex boyfriend mattress, yet here you were screaming to the top of your lungs as his thick long cock abused your cervix.

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It all started on a Monday morning, you were in the schools bathroom touching up your curls, and applying your favorite lipgloss to your luscious two toned lips. You examine yourself in the mirror, admiring your flawless brown skin and loving the way your black mini skirt hugs your curves in all the right places. Two girls barges into the bathroom laughing and being unnecessarily loud, you roll your eyes as you continue to apply your makeup.

The two girls go inside the same stall, and then not long after, you start to smell what seems to be cigarette smoke, you cringe at the smell, pinching your nose trying to prevent the smell from filling your nostrils. You start to pack up your stuff, throwing all your supplies back into your makeup bag. You admire yourself one more time in the mirror, puckering your lips before you make your way out of the bathroom.

Your ears perk up and you stop dead in your tracks when you hear one of the girls mention someone’s name, a name that’s far too familiar to you. “Girl spill the tea right now, did you fuck Heeseung or not” one of the girls asked, with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation, which you obviously replicate the same feeling, you’re also dying to know if she slept with Heeseung.

“You damn right I did, and let me tell you, he fucks like a rabbit, I mean I practically had to kick him out of my dorm because he wanted to go more rounds but my body couldn’t take anymore” The other girl replied, giggling and sounding giddy.

“How big was it, and don’t lie to me, be honest, was he bigger than your ex” the other girl asked another question and at this point, your curiosity has gotten the best of you because, now you’re more intrigued than the other girl.

“Way bigger, i mean he literally has a monster cock” You gasp inaudible and your thighs start to rub together as you let your imagination run wild, with thoughts of the possibility of fucking Heeseung and wondering if his cock is as big as they say. You hear the lock of the stall door click and you hurry and leave the bathroom.

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You’re now laying in your bed, clad in your pink silk Victoria Secret pjs, scrolling through your instagram feed, while listening to Sza. You come across a new post that your best friend just posted, a recent photo you two took, at the beach on a girls night out. You can’t help the guilt that creeps up on you, as you realize you had been fantasizing about fucking her ex boyfriend all day and you never felt so ashamed with yourself.

But that’s quickly thrown out the window when you come across a new post from Heeseung, a gym photo at that, he’s showing off his lean built body and he’s clad in nothing but gray sweats and his upper body is bare. You mutter a curse when you feel your pussy getting wet the longer you stare at his picture. Not fighting temptation and letting your thoughts get the best of you, you find yourself messaging Heeseung, asking him if he needed a lab partner for the upcoming science project, because you and him were in the same class.

Dollfaceyn: Hey, I was wondering if you had already found a lab partner for Professor Rio’s class? 👉🏽👈🏽

Lee.Heeseungg: Uhh, no actually I haven’t why what’s up? Need a partner? 😅

Dollfaceyn: Yes, I really do, I’m pretty sure everyone has a partner except us 😀

Lee.Heeseungg: True, well sounds like a plan, does Thursday sound good for you? And where should we meet library? My place or your place?

Dollfaceyn: Yes, Thursday sounds perfect and how about your place? ☺️ I could come over after my afternoon class

Lee.Heeseungg: Cool, then it’s settled I’ll see you Thursday y/n 👋

Dollfaceyn: See you soon hee😉

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It’s now Thursday afternoon and your class has ended for the day. You wave goodbye to your friends, and then you send a message to Heeseung, letting him know you’re on your way to his dorm building. You’re so engrossed in your phone, you didn’t hear when your best friend Lani walked up behind you, peeping at your phone.

“Why are you texting Heeseung?” Her confused yet serious tone startled you, making you almost drop your phone out of your hand. “Lani what the fuck, you can’t just sneak up on me like that” you take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. Lani looks at you with suspicion and curiosity as to why would you be texting her ex boyfriend.

You gulped and cleared your throat when you decide to answer her question. “Only reason why I’m talking to him, is because we’re in the same chemistry class, and Professor Rio assigned us as partners” you lied through your teeth, In fact you could have partnered up with your friend Anya, who’s also in that class.

Lani stares at you with an unreadable expression for a second and then her lips curls up into a smile. “Nah I’m just messing with you girl, but damn that sucks for you he’s a real asshole you know?” She said, nudging your shoulder playfully. “Yeah, for sure, well I should probably get going, I don’t wanna be late” you say nervously, trying to play it cool, not wanting her to find out the real reason you’re going to Lee Heeseung’s house.

After successfully convincing your best friend that you’re only going to Heeseung’s house to study, you finally make it to his building. You’re standing outside his dorm nervous as shit, your palms are sweaty and your heart beats rapidly. You adjust your push up bra, making sure your tits are on display and you smooth down your short hot pink skin tight dress, that constantly keeps riding up. You knock softly on his door, waiting for him to open the door.

After a couple of seconds, the door opens and you’re met with a mouth watering sight of Heeseung in a white tank top, gray sweats, and his hair falls nicely over his face, damp from the shower. You bite your lip subconsciously, checking him out, and fuck you want to sit on his handsome face so bad.

His soft honey like voice snaps you out of your trance when he asks if you would like to come in. Still being too stunned to speak, you just nod and step into his dorm room. You take a second to take in the scenery of his room, surprising it’s very clean and it gives off a cozy homey vibe, this room fits him so well.

“Make yourself at home, I know it’s not crazy amount of space but I make it work” he says nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “No it’s just fine, I actually love your room, it’s got a cozy vibe to it” you replied with sincerity, as you kick off your shoes and taking a seat on his bed.

“Would you like anything to drink? I have some sodas, water, and tea” he offers opening the little mini fridge, that sits next to his computer desk. “Water is fine” you replied, knowing the only thing you’re thirsty for is him. He hands you the bottle of water, then going to grab his homework on his desk.

You do the same taking out your homework and supplies from your backpack. You would think, that he would want to keep his distance from you, being that you are Lani’s best friend and when the two broke up, you said some not so nicely things about him to his face, but no instead he takes a seat next to you on the bed, flipping through the stack of papers.

You can’t help but stare and admire his side profile, his jawline looks like it was sculpted by God himself, and the way he’s furrowing his eyebrows, focused on what he’s reading, is causing your pussy to grow wet and throb inside your panties. You didn’t realize how long you were staring, when you didn’t notice hin staring back at you with an intense gaze and an unreadable expression on his face.

You lean closer to him, and now you’re face to face with each other, you look down at his lips then back up to his eyes, he bites his lip, looking at you like he’s contemplating whether he wants to kiss you or not. Answering for him you lean in and close the gap between you two, kissing him softly.

It starts out, as a slow passionate kiss but quickly turns into a fervor and hunger makeout session, the sounds of your lips smacking together and tongue colliding echoes throughout his room, he’s thankful, that his roommate decided to go home for the week. You get up to straddle his lap, continuing to attack his lips with the pent up desire you’ve had for him for the longest time now.

You won’t openly admit this but you’ve had a thing for Heeseung since him and Lani were dating, you remember the day she introduced him to you, he looked like the man you only see in kdramas and tv shows, from that moment on, you been secretly in love with Heeseung.

His hands grips your waist as you start to grind on his growing boner, he groans into your mouth, pulling away from kiss only to leave kisses on your neck. You let out a soft moan, as his wet muscle kisses and sucks on your smooth brown skin. At this point your panties are sticking to your folds, becoming transparent with the slick of your arousal that leaks out of you.

“Hee baby, please I need you right now“ you say breathless, running your hands down his chest, stopping at the waistband of his sweats, you start to palm his erection as he lets out deep grunts. “Tell me what you need baby girl, use your words” he smirks, as he fondles your tits through your dress. You let out a whimper when he rubs your erect brown nipples through his fingertips.

“Fuck! D-Daddy please, need your tongue baby please” You whined, grinding your hips down on him more eagerly, trying to create more friction. “That’s good girl, see that wasn’t so hard” he chuckled mischievously as he landed a smack to your asscheek, before picking you up like you weighed nothing, and laid you down on the bed.

“Spread those legs f’me darling” his voice came out husky, filled with nothing but desire and lust. You comply quickly, spreading your legs wide exposing your wet dripping clothed cunt. He groan at the sight of your sticky wet pink cotton panties, he runs his two fingers between your slick folds causing you to let out a high pitched moan.

He draws your panties between your folds, teasing your clit, you buck your hips up unintentionally and you let out whimpers when his finger starts to rub circles around your clit. Finally, he pulls your panties to the side exposing your bare puffy melanated folds.

The cold air hitting your cunt, causes shivers to run down your spine, he spreads your lips apart, showing off the pink inner shell of your pussy. “Such a pretty fucking pussy you have mama, all for me huh?” He chuckled darkly as he teased your entrance with his index finger.

“Fuck yes, hee all yours, now please stop teasing me” you whined, bucking your hips up to show him just how desperate you were. He decides to reward you, because you been such a good girl for him. His eyes roam over your masterpiece of a body, before he’s leaning down to come face to face with your dripping wet cunt.

He starts off slow with kitty licks on your slick folds, the feeling of his magical tongue on your pussy is overwhelming, causing your body to jolt forward, as you let out moans of pleasure.“F-Fuck daddy just like that, it feels so good” you tangle your hands through his fluffy soft hair.

The taste of your sweet melanated pussy, clouds Heeseung’s senses, as he becomes pussy drunk. He starts to lick on your sensitive swollen bud, and he inserts two fingers, inside your greedy little hole. You arch your back at the feeling of his tongue working expertly on your pussy, and the way his fingers curling up against your gummy insides.

Your eyes roll to back of your head as he sets the perfect rhythm of his tongue doing magic on your cunt and the feeling of his long fingers, that’s reaching places you didn’t know existed. You moan out loud and you grind your pussy against his face, so eager to cum, you never been eaten out so good before, that now that you know what real pussy eating feels like, you don’t think you will ever be able to feel another tongue again.

He laps up the arousal that leaks from your dripping core, you can feel the knot in your stomach threatening to come undone. He looks up at you, as he devours your pussy like it’s his last meal on earth. That sends you over the edge as your grip tightens on his hair and your legs start to tremble.

“Shittt, Oh fuck, I’m c-cumming Heeseung” you whimpered, feeling the heat rushing through your body as your climax approaches dangerously. The muffled groan he lets out, sends a vibration through your cunt, as your release washes over you like a tidal wave. Your vision goes white and your legs shake violently as you release all over his face, squirting your juices everywhere.

“Fuck baby, that was so hot, look at you making a big mess for me” he cooed at you, as he lands a harsh smack to your sensitive pussy lips. You whimper out of overstimulation and the pain from his slap to your weeping pussy. You’re so fucked out but your pussy still begs for more, as your arousal continues to build up, plus you’re not going anywhere without having him balls deep inside you.

You look down, to see Heeseung, standing up from the bed as he pulls down his sweats, letting them fall down to his ankles. His cock strains through his boxers, and your mouth waters at the sight of his very visible bulge.“Why don’t you come over here, and take care of this little problem you created” he motions, for you to come to him, as he palms himself through his boxers.

You crawl to him seductively, wanting nothing more than to take care of him. You replace his hand with yours, as you start to jerk his cock through his boxers, that’s become sticky from precum that leaks out of his tip. He lets out a deep grunt, feeling your soft little hand wrapped around his thick shaft. “Fuck baby, stop fucking teasing and get on with it” he spoke through gritted teeth, trying to keep his composure, but the way your little hand is stroking his long veiny cock, has him fighting demons.

You yank his boxers down, causing his hard cock to spring out. You gasp at the size of it, he looks like he’s about 8 or 9 inches and you think to yourself, how in the hell is that going to fit in your little tight pussy. He somehow reads your mind as voice snaps you out of your trance.

“Don’t worry baby girl, I’ll make it fit, now I want you face down, ass up understood?” He says sternly, yet with a tinge of a whine, as he shamelessly stares at your half naked figure. “Yes daddy” you quickly get into position, with your face down in his pillows and your ass up in the air. He pulls your body closer to him, and he positions himself behind you, bunching your dress up a little more.

You bite your lip in anticipation, as you feel the head of his cock teasing your entrance, you whine in frustration, as you try to rock your hips backwards to push his cock in and grab ahold of his hips, but he’s not having it, he swats your hands away. “Stop being a brat and be patient, or you won’t get this dick at all” he lands a harsh slap to your asscheek once again, taking both of your arms and places them behind your back.

“Fuck please, gimme your cock, I been so good, please just fuck me” you plead with every ounce of desperation that consumes your body. He seems satisfied by your begging, so without warning, he starts to push his long thick cock inside your throbbing heat.

The yummy stretch, from the way he’s bullying his cock inside your cunt, has you clenching violently around him, and you grip the sheets roughly. You let out a pained moan when sinks fully inside you, filling you up completely.

You can feel his dick pulsating and twitching.“Oh my goodness, fuck you’re so big nghh” you whined as he starts to push forward, rocking his hips back and forth, he grips your waist tightly as he sets a brutal pace, pounding into your tight pussy like it’s no tomorrow.

“Look at you, being a good little slut taking whatever I give you, shit, such an obedient little bitch” he pants, as he takes a hand full of your braids, pulling them a little roughly as he slams into you. “Yes daddy, yes I’m your good little slut, fuck me just like that, don’t stop please” you scream to the top of lungs, not giving a fuck if the people next door or passing by can hear you, way too cock drunk to care.

The sound of the bed creaking, the headboard slamming against the wall, and the sounds of your ass meeting his pelvis, is the only thing that can be heard throughout his small dorm room. “Just, always so fucking desperate for some cock in you, I know about your reputation you little whore, didn’t think I knew what your plan was all along when you asked to be my partner huh didn’t you?”

You could only moan in response, as the drag of cock shifting inside your fluttering walls, and the feeling of cock head abusing your cervix, has you forgetting how to form coherent sentences. “Answer me when I’m talking to you, or I’ll stop fucking you” he threatened, as he yanks your head up from being buried into the pillow, arching your back more, to reach the deepest depths of your womb.

“Yes Hee, always wanted to fuck you, since Lani first introduced me to you, always wanted to see how it feels to have you balls deep in me” you slurred your words, drool dripping from the sides of your mouth, as you throw it back, to meet his harsh thrusts.

“Always knew you were a shameless hoe, how would you think Lani would feel if she knew all along you wanted to be the one getting dicked down by me? How would you think she would feel right now, if she knew you were being a little slut, getting your cheeks clapped and screaming loud for everyone to hear you huh?” He taunts, chuckling darkly, as he fucks the living hell outta you.

Your pussy clenches around him tighter, getting turned on by his degrading words. You can feel the knot in your stomach, threatening to snap again, you can also tell he’s close, be the way his thrusts become unsteady and his breathing is ragged. “Fuck mama, you gonna make me fucking cum, shit gonna let me feel this slutty cunt up yeah?” He grunts, fucking into you relentless, hitting your g-spot over and over.

“Yes daddy, fill me up with your cum, I want you to come deep inside my guts” you scream out, feeling your climax approaching at full speed. “Yeah? Well, how about you ask for it nicely” he growls, feeling his body heating up and his release approaching as well. “Please fucking cum inside me, I want to feel you leaking out of me” that sends him over the edge as his hips stutters and he lets out a guttural low groan, spilling all into you. The feeling of his warm cum flooding your quivering walls, causes the band in your stomach to snap, squirting and cumming all over his dick.

His body shakes violently as he releases every drop of his milk inside you, he collapses on top of you, chest heaving up and down, as he caresses your back, trying to help you calm down from your intense high. You both lay there in silence, only the sound of your uneven breaths can be heard throughout the room. Just as you were about to say something, the door to his room slams open, and your eyes widened at the sight of your best friend with a mortified look on her face.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?, Y/n you’re seriously fucking Heeseung behind my back” Lani shouts at you with anger and betrayal. “Lani, I-I can explain, just please listen to me, I couldn’t help myself” Your voice comes out shaky and panicked. “Couldn’t help it? Fuck you, y/n and go to hell” and with that Lani storms out the room with a broken heart and an invisible knife stabbed into her back.

“So, wanna go another round?”

A/n: hey besties, so I’m ovulating, and I had been thinking about daddy hee all day and I just had to write something for about him. I was feeling so much hornier for him than I usually do, but this is for all my hee stans out there, I hope you guys like it. Reblogs, likes, and comments are greatly appreciated💋.

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mythicalmaven · 3 months ago

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Helping Hand - LN4 x OP81

Masterlist ↳pairing: lando norris x oscar piastri ↳word count: 3,7K ↳summary: Oscar couldn't seem to get himself off for some reason, so even though they're just friends, Lando offered to help him out by giving him a blow job ↳warnings: sexually frustrated oscar, handjob, blowjob, sexuality crisis, basically lando offering to give oscar a blowjob to fix his frustration, bisexual!lando, oscar realizing he might be bisexual

The walls between their driver rooms were thin. Lando had known that ever since McLaren had put them next to each other, but tonight it was more apparent than ever. From his own room, he could hear muffled sounds coming from Oscar’s, something that sounded like a mix of frustration and… something else. Lando frowned, setting his phone down and tilting his head toward the sound. It wasn’t anger—it wasn’t the usual post-race debrief stress. It was something more primal, something that made Lando’s curiosity stir.

He stood, wandering to the adjoining door and listening again. Yeah, definitely frustration. Quiet curses, the sound of something hitting the floor, a sharp inhale. Lando’s brows furrowed as he knocked lightly on the door.

“Osc, you in there?”

There was a long pause, the sounds abruptly stopping. “What?”

Lando hesitated. “Everything alright in there, mate?”

A beat. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

Lando could hear the tension in Oscar’s voice. He wasn’t fine. Something was bugging him. With a deep breath, Lando knocked again. “You're definitely not okay, I’m coming in.”

He turned the handle and stepped inside. Oscar was sitting on the edge of his bed, his face flushed and hands fidgeting in his lap. He barely glanced up as Lando entered, clearly embarrassed by something.

“Seriously, I’m fine,” Oscar muttered, but Lando wasn’t buying it. The room smelled faintly of sweat, the air heavy with a tension that wasn’t just post-race exhaustion.

Lando leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “You don’t look fine. You look like you’ve been pacing and… I dunno, frustrated about something?”

Oscar shifted, his cheeks flushing even more, and Lando couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes flicked to the floor, avoiding eye contact. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

Lando raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Mate, come on. You can tell me. What’s going on?”

Oscar sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s stupid, alright? I don’t want to talk about it.”

Lando pushed off the doorframe, closing the door behind him, stepping closer towards the younger driver “Well, if it’s got you this worked up, it can’t be that stupid.” He tilted his head, watching Oscar carefully. The way his leg bounced nervously, the way his hands twitched—it wasn’t just annoyance. There was something deeper, something that had been eating at him for a while. “Oscar… what is it?”

There was a long pause, and Lando could see Oscar debating whether to tell him. Finally, with a frustrated sigh, Oscar rubbed his face with his hands. “Fine. There’s something going on. But I’m telling you, it’s honestly really dumb.”

Lando sat down next to him, leaning in slightly. “Try me.”

Oscar hesitated again, his face bright red. He shifted uncomfortably, clearly trying to find the right words. “I… I’ve just been really, uh, frustrated lately. Like… sexually frustrated.”

Lando blinked, surprised at the admission. He hadn’t expected that. “Oh.”

Oscar shifted awkwardly on the bed, his face growing even redder. “I don’t know what it is, but for the last few weeks, I just… I can’t get myself off. I get hard, I get horny, but I just… I can’t finish the job. No matter what I try.”

Lando’s eyes widened slightly, glancing down for a brief moment before realizing what Oscar meant. So that’s what this was about. His eyes flickered down to Oscar’s lap, noticing the faint outline of a bulge in his fireproofs. Oscar was obviously trying to hide it, but now that Lando knew what was going on, he could see the tension in Oscar’s body, the frustration in his clenched fists.

Lando raised an eyebrow. “Wait, so let me get this straight. You're so agitated right now, because you can't make yourself cum?"

Oscar’s silence was enough of an answer, and Lando’s gaze lingered on the noticeable bulge in Oscar’s lap. It was clear he’d been trying to take care of it on his own, but nothing was working.

Oscar flushed even deeper, his head dropping. “Yeah… it’s been like this for weeks now. I always used to just get off after races, you know? The adrenaline and everything. But lately… nothing. I get so fucking hard it hurts, but I can’t get there. It’s driving me mad.”

Lando felt a pang of sympathy mixed with something else, something he couldn’t quite name yet. He nodded slowly, thinking. “And there’s no one else to, y’know, help out since you and Lily broke up?”

Oscar sighed, shaking his head. “No. And I’m fine with that, really. I don’t miss her or anything, but… I can’t even get myself off. It’s honestly getting annoying.”

There was a beat of silence, the tension between them palpable. Lando glanced at Oscar’s lap again, noticing the way his erection strained against his fireproofs, the outline more obvious now that Oscar had admitted to it. Lando swallowed, an idea forming in the back of his mind. It was risky, but…

“Well,” Lando began slowly, his tone careful, “sometimes your own hand isn’t enough, you know? Maybe you just need a different kind of help.”

Oscar looked up, frowning slightly. “What do you mean?”

Lando hesitated, then leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping. “I mean… I could help you out. If you want. I could… take care of it for you.”

Oscar blinked, his eyes widening as Lando’s words sank in. “What? Lando, I don’t… I don’t swing your way. You know that, right?”

Lando smiled slightly, keeping his tone casual. “You don’t have to be into guys to enjoy a blowjob, Oscar. Just close your eyes and pretend it's a girl.” He shrugged, leaning back slightly. “It could help you get rid of the tension, and if you don’t like it, we’ll pretend it never happened.”

Oscar looked torn, his gaze flickering to Lando’s face and then down to his lap again. His dick twitched at the thought, and Lando could see the hesitation in his eyes—the arousal stirring even though Oscar wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

“I don’t know, man… wouldn’t it be weird?” Oscar asked, his voice quiet, uncertain, yet the mere idea of finally finding release made his dick twitch.

Lando kept his tone light, shrugging again. “I don’t mind. I like giving head, and it might help you. It’s a win-win, really. Plus, if it doesn’t work, no big deal.”

Oscar swallowed hard, clearly battling with himself. The tension in his body was obvious, the way his erection pressed against his fireproofs, the way his breath hitched slightly. He was turned on by the idea, even if he didn’t fully realize it yet.

After a long moment, Oscar let out a shaky breath, rubbing his face with his hands. “Fuck… alright. I’m so desperate, I’ll try anything at this point.”

Lando’s heart skipped a beat at the agreement, his pulse quickening with anticipation. He shifted on the bed, moving closer to Oscar as the tension between them grew thicker, more charged.

Lando could feel the shift in the air between them, a heavy tension settling as Oscar’s shaky agreement hung in the room. He could tell Oscar was still hesitant, but beneath that hesitation was something more—a need for relief, for release, that Oscar hadn’t been able to find on his own. Lando leaned closer, his voice soft, careful not to spook him.

“Alright,” Lando said, keeping his tone light. “Just relax, okay? Let me take care of you.”

Oscar nodded, though the tension in his body was still clear. His eyes darted nervously to the door, then back to Lando, his fingers flexing on the bedspread. He was anxious, unsure, but the bulge in his fireproofs told Lando everything he needed to know—Oscar’s body was already reacting to the idea, even if his mind hadn’t caught up yet.

Lando moved closer, his hand brushing lightly against Oscar’s knee, testing the waters. “If it gets too weird, just tell me to stop, alright?”

Oscar swallowed hard, nodding again. His voice was barely more than a whisper. “Yeah, okay.”

Lando could feel the heat radiating off Oscar’s body, the flush of his skin, the way his chest rose and fell with uneven breaths. Slowly, carefully, Lando’s hand moved from Oscar’s knee, sliding up his thigh, his fingers brushing over the fabric of the fireproofs, feeling the tension in Oscar’s muscles.

Oscar’s breath hitched, his eyes flicking to Lando’s hand as it moved higher, closer to the straining bulge in his lap. He was visibly tense, his body stiff as Lando’s fingers grazed over the outline of his erection, light and teasing.

“You’re already so worked up,” Lando murmured, his voice low, a soft smile tugging at his lips as Oscar flushed even deeper. He could feel the way Oscar’s body responded to his touch, the way his hips twitched involuntarily.

“Yeah…” Oscar muttered, his voice strained. “It’s been like this for hours. Just… can’t do anything about it.”

Lando’s hand pressed a little more firmly, cupping Oscar through the fabric. He felt the hardness beneath his palm, the way Oscar’s cock twitched at the contact, and a quiet groan escaped Oscar’s lips, barely audible.

“That’s what I’m here for,” Lando said softly, leaning in just a little more. “Just let me help you.”

Oscar’s breath came in shallow pants, his hands gripping the edge of the bed as Lando slowly pulled down the waistband of his fireproofs. Oscar shifted, lifting his hips slightly to help, though his face was still flushed with uncertainty. Lando could see it in his eyes—the battle between embarrassment and the desperate need for release.

Lando tugged the fireproofs down just enough to free Oscar’s cock, and his breath hitched at the sight. Oscar was rock hard, his erection curving up against his stomach, the skin flushed and sensitive. Lando’s hand hovered for a moment, watching Oscar’s reaction, gauging how far to take this.

Oscar’s eyes were shut tightly, his breathing uneven, and Lando could see the tension in his jaw, the way he was trying to stay calm despite the obvious arousal flooding his system.

“You alright?” Lando asked, his hand lightly brushing over Oscar’s thigh again.

Oscar nodded, his voice shaky. “Yeah… just… feels weird.”

Lando smiled softly. “Weird, but good?”

Oscar’s lips twitched, and after a beat, he nodded again. “Yeah. Good.”

Lando’s hand wrapped around Oscar’s cock, his fingers stroking lightly at first, just enough to make Oscar gasp softly. His hips jerked slightly at the contact, and Lando took that as a sign to continue, his strokes becoming a little firmer, a little more purposeful.

Oscar let out a low groan, his head falling back against the wall as Lando’s hand moved over him, the tension in his body slowly melting into something else—something closer to pleasure.

“Fuck…” Oscar muttered under his breath, his hands still gripping the bed, his hips twitching involuntarily with each stroke. “That… feels good.”

Lando smirked, his thumb brushing over the head of Oscar’s cock, teasing the sensitive tip. “Told you. Sometimes you just need someone else to help out.”

Oscar’s breath hitched, his cock twitching in Lando’s hand. “Yeah, well… this is definitely… different.”

Lando’s strokes slowed for a moment as he glanced up at Oscar’s flushed face. “Different how?”

Oscar let out a shaky breath, his hips jerking slightly. “Just… feels better. Better than when… I’ve done it before.”

Lando’s eyes darkened slightly at that, a thrill running through him as he realized Oscar was enjoying this—more than he probably wanted to admit. “Good to know.”

He leaned in a little closer, his breath brushing against the sensitive skin of Oscar’s cock. Oscar’s entire body tensed at the sensation, his breath catching in his throat as he realized what Lando was about to do.

“Lando…” Oscar muttered, his voice tight, uncertain. “Are you sure…?”

Lando glanced up at him, his eyes filled with a mix of reassurance and something more—something teasing. “Just relax, alright? Let me take care of you.”

Oscar’s breath hitched again, but he nodded, his body already betraying him as his cock twitched again, responding to the idea of what Lando was about to do.

Lando didn’t hesitate. He leaned in, his lips brushing lightly against the tip of Oscar’s cock, his tongue darting out to tease the sensitive skin. Oscar let out a sharp gasp, his hips jerking involuntarily at the sudden, overwhelming sensation.

“Fuck…” Oscar breathed, his voice trembling. “Lando…”

Lando smirked, his lips wrapping around the head of Oscar’s cock, sucking gently. Oscar’s response was immediate—his entire body tensed, a choked moan escaping his lips as he struggled to keep his composure.

Lando’s tongue swirled around the tip, teasing the sensitive spot just beneath the head, and Oscar let out another soft moan, his hips bucking slightly. Lando took him deeper, his mouth sliding down the length of Oscar’s cock, his hand still stroking the base as he bobbed his head slowly, building up a rhythm.

Oscar’s hands flew to Lando’s hair, his fingers tangling in the soft curls as his body reacted to the overwhelming pleasure. “Fuck, Lando… that’s… fuck…”

Lando hummed around Oscar’s cock, sending vibrations through him that made Oscar’s breath hitch even more. His hips bucked again, the tension in his body increasing as Lando’s mouth worked him expertly.

Oscar was trying so hard to stay quiet, to stifle his moans, but it was becoming impossible. The pleasure was building too fast, too strong, and he couldn’t control the noises spilling from his lips. Each moan, each gasping breath, was louder than the last, and Lando could feel the way Oscar’s body trembled with each movement.

Lando’s hand tightened around the base of Oscar’s cock, his mouth working faster now, his tongue flicking over the sensitive head with each upward stroke. Oscar’s grip on Lando’s hair tightened, his body writhing as he tried to hold back, tried to stay composed, but it was no use.

“Fuck… just like that… don’t stop,” Oscar moaned, his voice breaking slightly as the pleasure overwhelmed him. He couldn’t believe how good it felt, how different this was from anything he’d ever experienced before. There was something about the way Lando’s mouth felt around him, the way his tongue moved, the way his hands knew exactly how to touch him—it was better than any blowjob he’d ever had, and that realization sent a jolt of confusion through him.

Why does this feel so good? Oscar thought, his mind spinning even as his body responded to every sensation. He had told himself to close his eyes, to pretend it was a girl, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t. Every time he tried to imagine it was someone else, his mind brought him right back to Lando, to the way Lando’s lips looked wrapped around his cock, to the way Lando’s hand gripped him with such precision.

Oscar’s breath hitched, his hips bucking as he realized something—he didn’t want it to be a girl. He wanted it to be Lando.

The thought hit him like a truck, and before he could stop himself, Oscar moaned, loud and broken. “Lando… fuck… Lando…”

Oscar’s moan, the way his voice trembled as he said Lando’s name, sent a jolt of electricity through Lando. It wasn’t just the sound, though that was enough to spur him on—it was the realization that Oscar wasn’t pretending anymore. Lando could feel the shift, the way Oscar’s hips moved more freely now, his grip tightening in Lando’s hair, no longer holding back.

Lando’s mouth moved with more purpose, taking Oscar deeper, his lips sliding down the length of him as his hand pumped the base. Oscar’s breath came in ragged gasps, each one punctuated by a choked moan as he struggled to keep his composure, but Lando could tell it was a losing battle.

“Fuck… Lando, I’m—” Oscar’s voice cracked, his hips jerking up as Lando’s mouth worked him relentlessly, his tongue flicking over the sensitive head with every stroke. He was close, teetering on the edge of release, and Lando could feel it in the way Oscar’s body tensed, the way his thighs trembled under his touch.

Oscar’s mind was a whirlwind of confusion and pleasure, the two battling for dominance as he tried to wrap his head around what was happening. How is this so fucking good? He had never felt anything like this before—not with Lily, not with anyone. The way Lando’s mouth moved, the way his tongue teased him just right—it was too much, too good, and Oscar couldn’t deny it anymore.

Lando felt Oscar’s cock twitch in his mouth, the telltale sign that he was close. He pulled back slightly, his lips wrapping around just the tip as he sucked, his hand stroking the length in a steady rhythm. Oscar’s moans grew louder, his grip in Lando’s hair tightening painfully, but Lando didn’t mind. The way Oscar’s body responded, the way he was losing control—it only made Lando want to push him further.

“Lando… fuck… this feels so good..” Oscar gasped, his voice broken, desperate. His hips bucked up into Lando’s mouth, his body writhing on the bed as he fought against the inevitable. He could feel the release building inside him, the pleasure mounting with every stroke of Lando’s hand, every flick of his tongue.

Oscar’s mind raced, his thoughts spinning out of control. This is Lando… His best friend. His teammate. But none of that seemed to matter right now. All he could think about was how good it felt, how badly he needed this, and how much he wanted Lando to keep going.

“Fuck, I’m so close…” Oscar’s voice was strained, his words coming out in gasps as the tension in his body reached its peak. He could barely think straight, the pleasure overwhelming him as Lando’s mouth moved faster, his hand stroking harder "Please.. don't stop"

The sound of Oscar begging, the way his voice trembled with need, sent a rush of heat through Lando. He leaned in again, taking Oscar deep into his mouth, sucking hard as his hand moved faster. Oscar’s response was immediate—his entire body tensed, a loud, broken moan escaping his lips as the pleasure finally overtook him.

“Fuck.. Lan.. I-I'm..” Oscar’s voice was raw, his words cut as he threw his head back against the wall as his body shook with the intensity of his orgasm. He came hard, his cock pulsing in Lando’s mouth as thick ropes of cum spilled out, coating Lando’s tongue. His hips jerked uncontrollably, every muscle in his body tensing as he rode out the waves of pleasure.

Lando didn’t stop, his mouth and hand working together to milk every last drop from Oscar, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head as Oscar moaned and whimpered, completely lost in the sensation.

Oscar’s mind was blank, his thoughts wiped away by the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through his body. All he could do was feel—feel Lando’s mouth on him, feel the way his body shook with each pulse of his orgasm, feel the way his heart pounded in his chest.

When it was finally over, when the last shuddering wave of pleasure had passed, Oscar collapsed back against the bed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His grip on Lando’s hair loosened, his hands falling limply to his sides as he lay there, completely spent.

Lando pulled back, swallowing the last remnants of Oscar’s release before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked up at Oscar, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he watched his friend try to recover from the intensity of what had just happened.

“Fuck…” Oscar breathed, his voice barely more than a whisper. He blinked up at the ceiling, his mind still reeling from what had just happened. “I think I liked that more than I’d like to admit.”

Lando chuckled softly, leaning back on his heels as he wiped his hands on his jeans. “Yeah, I figured as much.”

Oscar turned his head, meeting Lando’s gaze for the first time since he had finished. There was something different in his eyes now—a mixture of confusion and realization, as if something had finally clicked into place.

“I think I might be into guys…” Oscar said quietly, his voice uncertain but honest.

Lando grinned, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “That was about time. Glad you finally figured that out.”

Oscar let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head as he stared up at the ceiling. He couldn’t believe what had just happened, couldn’t believe how much he had enjoyed it. But there was no denying it now—this wasn’t just about needing release. This was about Lando.

“I wasn’t expecting this to ever happen.” Oscar admitted, his voice still a little shaky.

Lando leaned forward, resting his hand on Oscar’s thigh, giving it a light squeeze. “Neither was I. But… I’m not complaining.”

Oscar glanced down at Lando’s hand, feeling a strange sense of comfort in the touch. The tension that had once been so overwhelming, so frustrating, was gone now, replaced by something softer, something more… intimate.

“I guess I’m gonna have to rethink some things,” Oscar muttered, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Lando laughed, giving Oscar’s thigh another squeeze before standing up. “Hey, take your time. No rush.”

Oscar nodded, still staring up at the ceiling, his thoughts a tangled mess of confusion and clarity. He wasn’t sure what this meant for him, for them, but for the first time in weeks, he felt a sense of relief. Not just physical, but emotional too.

“Thanks,” Oscar said softly, glancing up at Lando with a genuine smile. “I didn’t think I’d actually enjoy that… but I really did.”

Lando smirked, leaning down to ruffle Oscar’s hair playfully. “Told you. I’m good at what I do.”

Oscar rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face didn’t fade. “Yeah, well… don’t let it go to your head.”

Lando winked, turning to head toward the door. “Too late for that, mate.”

As Lando reached the door, Oscar called out after him, his voice a little more serious now. “Hey, Lando?”

Lando turned, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

Oscar hesitated for a moment, then gave a small, grateful smile. “Thanks. Really.”

Lando’s expression softened, and he nodded. “Anytime, Oscar. Anytime.”

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soullessdianthus · 1 year ago

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Pervy!Rudy pls? I don’t see much for him but godddddd I need it

A/N: JESUS FUCKIN' CHRIST, you can't imagine how loud I screamed and kicked my feet, when I saw this request! I like Rudy so much, he deserves more attention! For sure will write for him more! Some headcanons and a little story at the end!

Warnings: perverted mind, but Rudy is a possessive softie, nsfw (masturbation, scent kink, touching under the table, some dirty convos in Spanish?, inappropriate dry humping to warm reader)

✧°. Rudy is very aware of his perversion. He knows he shouldn’t imagine doing anything deviant with you or it shouldn’t make his manhood painfully hard. He was way beyond that age of sudden boner because of a girl.

✧°. But since you had been transferred by your superior to be stationed with Los Vaqueros, Rodolfo couldn’t keep his eyes or thoughts off of you. Somehow every interaction with you became exciting, intoxicating even, making his heartbeat go faster.

✧°. Especially in the evenings that were lonely, when everything slowly quietens down, soldiers going back to their dorms after a long day. Perv!Rudy would lie in his bed, staring at the ceiling or trying to focus on a book, but the uncontrollable desire forces him to recall your last interaction with him, when one of his palms sneak under the hem of sweatpants onto his throbbing dick. Rodolfo just needed to get rid of that tension and fantasies of you were the only solution! :(

✧°. He could picture your face really well, the sound of your voice and laughter. Also those whimpers or heavy breathing while on a mission that caused you to be so exhausted.

✧°. Perv!Rudy would like to make you tired in a different way though. He would show you how beautiful you are and how good care he would take of something that was completely his.

✧°. Your person had become a sort of one, big fantasy of his, since your presence brought him comfort on a daily basis. You were so kind and sweet to him – sitting with him and Alejandro in the canteen, politely listening to their stories or tacky jokes.

✧°. At some point Rodolfo offered to teach you Spanish. Of course you knew some, but weren’t fluent and it might come handy while being in Mexico with them. Obviously he suggested such a deal to spend more time with you.

✧°. And not long after, you two were walking everywhere together. If not interrupted by Alejandro, of course.

✧°. “Quiero agarrar tu culo, chiquita. [sp.: I want to grab your ass, little girl]”

✧°. “You want to… my… sorry, what? I don’t know those words, Rudy.”

✧°. “Don’t worry. You will.”

✧°. He tried to be sneaky about his dirty remarks, but Rodolfo missed the point in time, when you began understanding conversations in Spanish. He noticed only when he said something similar again and your cheeks flushed bright pink. But it was just a silly joke, right?

✧°. Perv!Rudy was hypnotized with your smell – he couldn’t determine if it was a detergent you washed your clothes with or a body wash that cleansed your soft, smooth skin from the dirt. If he only got a chance to stand close to you, he would discreetly inhale the scent of your hair.

✧°. Perhaps, when he was standing right behind you, correcting your posture as you aimed forward at the shooting range, his head leaning over your shoulder to devour the sweet scent of yours.

✧°. And it got him thinking, what would your pussy smell like? What would your juices taste like on his tongue? Divine for sure. <3

✧°. Perv!Rudy would be strong on “marking his territory”. If you ever mentioned that you were cold near him, he would give you his hoodie without hesitation or doubt. The sight of you in the oversized clothing — a belonging of his, drenched with his scent and sweat would make Perv!Rudy go feral.

✧°. Due to his hospitality and kindness it didn’t take long before you fully trusted the sergeant major. You didn’t mind his touches, even when he kept his hand over your shoulder or back almost all the time. His touch was warm and gentle. Always.

✧°. You weren’t uncomfortable even when he began to playfully squeeze the plush of your thigh under the canteen’s table like it was his stress ball.

✧°. Because Rodolfo is a thigh man, you cannot convince me otherwise. If you ever happen to wear thigh socks around him, he would pass out from euphoria.

✧°. One time, he saw a basket filled with your clean clothes and a certain pair of panties caught his attention. You left the laundry room for a moment as one of your friends pulled you out for some gossip. Perv!Rudy hesitated for a while before he snapped those panties from the clothes pile and tucked them into his pants’ pocket.

✧°. Later that evening he would inspect the cotton material, pouring between his fingers, before wrapping it around his pulsating and leaking shaft. Rodolfo would pump hips into his own fist, thinking what you would look like, sitting here beside him and helping Rudy with his aching erection. :(

✧°. He needed your help so badly – your innocent looking eyes glued to his face, waiting for further instructions on how to satisfy Sergeant Parra by stroking his thick, meaty shaft.

✧°. Lately, while a mission went very, very wrong – you found yourself and Rudy being taken down the river by its stream. You managed to pull yourself and Rodolfo out of the agitated waters.

✧°. Your clothes were soaked, tightly fitting to your feminine figure and the loud gasps you took for air – it was the first thing Rudy registered after you pulled him out of the river. He felt your hand pressed against his chest as you coughed out some water.

✧°. Perv!Rudy was more than grateful and he couldn’t wait until there was a possibility to show how much he appreciated it. Sergeant found an abandoned cabin in the nearby woods – it was your camp for the night, as the dusk had fallen.

And, oh no! Your walkie talkies were destroyed by the water! You had to wait until the rescue team would find you!

You were walking back and forth between one wall and another, trying to warm up. Every piece of clothing you and Rudy had on was drenched, the chilly air of the night only worsened the feeling of cold.

A strong shiver shook your body and arms entangled around your torso, while his gaze was stuck on your trembling form. He was getting worried.

━ We should take those clothes off and let them dry. ━ Rodolfo was older than you and therefore more experienced in crises like this. You knew he was right, but somehow hesitated for a moment, before removing your tactical vest.

━ Yeah, but wouldn’t it be… um, weird?

You expressed your worries, you didn’t want to make anyone feel uncomfortable! Just as you placed the gun holster and vest on the old, dusty table, next to his gear and weapon, the sergeant stepped closer.

━ ¿Por qué? ━ Rudy asked, before pulling your long sleeved shirt through your head as you obediently raised your hands in the air. It took every inch of his willpower not to roam over your exposed chest with his palm. ━ If we go in the hypothermia, we’ll be dead in the morning. Nothing weird here, chiquita.

He was right, the nights in Mexico during winter were cold and you just got out of the river. You had no extra clothes and starting a fire was off the table.

Both of you continued stripping until all you had left was your underwear. Out of curiosity you took a look at his almost bare form, only his boxers covering some flesh. Rodolfo gathered some old blankets he found in the abandoned cabin and placed them on the floor.

Meanwhile you felt helpless – there was nothing more to do to warm yourself up. Your only option here was a walking radiator in front of you, your comrade Sergeant Parra. You stalked his movements as he moved through the room, placing blankets down. And before you knew, he was reaching his hand in your direction.

━ Ven aquí [sp.: Come here]. ━ Rudy slid himself under the big blanket, before inviting you to join.

You didn’t hesitate for long, before laying down next to Rodolfo. You turned your back to him and grabbed the edge of the blanket, trying to keep the warm within its space.

A little gasp escaped your mouth, when Rudy wrapped his bulky arm around your waist and pulled you into his muscular chest. His stomach was tightly clinging to the small of your back, his head almost leaning over your shoulder. The short hairs all over his thighs tickled your own limbs.

━ You’re shaking. ━ He noticed with a worry audible in his voice. With your body pressed to his, he could feel each spasm of a muscle that indicated your early stage of hypothermia.

━ I-It’s okay, I will w-warm up in a mi-minute.

You were the textbook example of a woman with low blood pressure and freezing cold hands. You were almost always cold, but in a situation like this it only meant troubles – you couldn’t warm up properly.

━ Shit, we got to do something about his, no? Don’t want you to freeze here, chica.

Rudy’s arm that was entangled around your waist, reached down to the hem of his boxers. He took out his cock and began stroking it just like he liked it. Like he always did when thinking of you.

━ R-Rudy, what are you…

━ Shhh ━ Rodolfo silenced you, his cheek resting a little higher than your temple ━ trust me on this one.

When the sergeant finally was hard and aroused enough, he placed his cock between your soft thighs, so high up it clung tightly to your clothed pussy. You shifted slightly, but Rudy placed his hand on your hip, keeping you in one place.

He began slowly rolling his hips, sliding between your clenched thighs. His erect cock was almost pushing between your folds to rest between them.

━ R-Rudy, mhm. ━ You whimpered as the warmth of arousal slowly began spreading through your cold body.

━ It feels better, yes? ━ Rodolfo asked, proud of himself and thanking the God for creating such circumstances where he could finally make you his girl. You only nodded weakly. ━ I need you to tell me, how does it feel now?

━ I-It feels g-good.

Rudy released your hip as it didn’t seem you would wriggle away now. He sneaked a hand through your hip and pubic bone to slightly pull the material of your panties to the side. Only then he could continue rubbing against your bare core, sliding easily due to your arousal.

The tip of his cock was repeatedly teasing your swollen clit with the firm thrust of his hips. You let Rodolfo gently rock your body in a suitable rhythm.

━ That’s right, just relax, bonita. Let me warm you up.

Only when Rudy praised you, you managed to relax, feeling each limb more heavy and slack. His arm entangled around your waist again, the man’s palm making its way under the bra you were wearing. He wanted to play with your pretty breasts, that were tempting him for so long.

You began to mewl and moan, when suddenly approaching your sweet climax. Your hand reached backwards to grab Rodolfo’s short hair, his heavy panting audible in your ear.

With each thrust he kept slapping his front against your plump bum. Once he even released your breast to slap your jiggling ass and admire the red mark in the shape of his hand.

━ Rodo-oh-lfo! I’m gonna… ━ you squeezed your eyes shut, before any tears could escape them. Your little whimpers became almost pathetic ━ please.

━ Good girl, come on, come on. You can do this.

With a few more thrust against your sensitive nub with his throbbing cock, you felt the strong wave of ecstasy washing over you, causing the back of your head to dig into Rodolfo’s shoulder.

Soon after you, he followed and reached sweet orgasm too – his length spasming and spurting cum onto your cunny and thighs.

When you both began to calm down after sharing a sexual high, he turned you around to make you face him. Rudy couldn’t stop admiring your flustered face, lips slightly swollen and red. He traced their outline with his thumb, before peppering your cute face with kisses.

Rodolfo kept your body flush to his, so no body warmth would waste as he kept praising you for being a good girl for him. He would watch over you while the side of your face sank into his chest muscles and you drifted off to sleep.

Now, when you were properly heated, he didn’t have to worry about you getting yourself into hypothermia.

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number1mingyustan · 1 year ago

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-Cuffing Season-

Your Wants

boyfriend!mingyu x fem!reader

Warnings: established relationship, kissing, cursing, explicit smut, oral (f.), brief masturbation (m.), multiple orgasms, size kink, penetrative sex, kitchen sex, unprotected sex, pussy drunk gyu

Summary: He loves spoiling you

Word Count: 2.4k

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“You look pretty,” Mingyu compliments as you walk through the front door.

You smile at him, going to place your shopping bags down on the floor. Mingyu however, is quicker than you and takes the large bags from your hands and carries them into the bedroom. “Thank you baby.”

He comes back into the kitchen and pulls you into him. He wraps his arms around your frame securely and it feels so good. His hugs always bring you comfort and you can get a good whiff of his scent. He always smells so good.

You hug him back, leaning into his embrace. It always feels nice to be greeted like this.

He pulls away, pressing a soft kiss on your lips. “What’d you buy?”

“Mm! Dresses and shoes. I know you have some business dinners coming up soon and I wanted something new to wear. Got a new bag too, it just dropped yesterday.”

“Oh really?” he raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah. But you know, the lady in the store was being such a bitch.” You say, walking over to the fridge and opening it. You grab a few grapes and pop one into your mouth.

Mingyu leans over the kitchen counter, resting his head on his hand as he listens to you. “How so?”

Damn he looks good.

He’s wearing his glasses today. You can tell he’s been working in his home office. He’s in nothing but a white wife beater and a pair of gray sweats. His biceps are on full display and his hair has grown a little longer, framing his face perfectly.

“Ugh, so I go into the store and I’m waking around looking and she’s just staring at me. Like the whole time the bitch is staring at me and then she starts following me around like I’m gonna steal something.”

“Seriously?”

You nod and pop another grape in your mouth. “So obviously she’s already pissing me off and you know me, so of course I say something to her.”

Mingyu chuckles and nods.

“So I turn around and I’m like ‘Is there a problem?’ And she pretends like she wasn’t following me around like a creep and tells me the most bullshit thing I’ve ever heard in my life. She was like ‘Nope, just making myself available in case you need anything.”

You pop another grape in your mouth.

“But I keep my cool and pick up everything I want, king you she’s still watching me but like from a little bit further away. So I finish all my shopping and go to the register to pay. Of course she wants to be the one to ring me up. And oh my gosh the fucking nerve of that bitch.”

“What did she do?” Mingyu asks.

“She rings everything up and then literally says to me ‘Are you sure you can afford this?’ Like who the hell does she think she is?”

Mingyu frowns. “She actually said that?”

“Yes! I was like, ‘I’m the one shopping here not the one working here.’ And I handed her to black card just to be a bitch about it.”

Mingyu snorts. “You used my black card?”

“Yes,” You pop the last grape into your mouth. “She was making me mad and I wanted to prove a point. It shut her up so fast too.”

Mingyu grins and walks around the counter. He wraps his large hands around you and pulls you in by your waist. “You know how much I love that about you.”

“What?” You look up at him.

“How you don’t take shit from anyone. You never let people push you around or treat you any kind of way. It’s so sexy.” He draws small circles along your sides.

“There’s no way I’d let her disrespect me like that. I would never just let her think I’m broke when I have you. Got me a man with a good job who makes good money and spoils me.” You look up at him and smile.

“Damn right,” He grins down at you.

Your hands are now holding onto his biceps.

“I see you got your hair and nails done too while you were out. Did you use the black card for that too?” He asks.

“No, I used your regular one. I didn’t need to use the black card, besides I didn’t know if it would make you mad since I already spent so much with it.”

He shrugs. “You know I love spoiling you anyway.” He licks his lips. “Did I tell you how good you look?”

You grin. “You did.”

“Hmm. Well you look really good baby.” He compliments.

Mingyu loved when you pampered yourself. He loved buying you things and spoiling you. At the beginning of your relationship you weren’t very receptive toward it. You preferred verbal and physical affection, not monetary.

However, you soon began to embrace and found a balance in your relationship. At first he loved taking you out to fancy dinners and spending more money than needed. He also began embracing your lifestyle, abiding to the fact that you preferred date nights like staying in and watching movies or going to the local food trucks in town that were cheap and much better than the overpriced dinners.

Now you embrace the gifts he gets you so long as date night is at his new favorite foodtruck that makes incredible wings.

You two could live a simple life and still dabble in the finer things.

He loved seeing you come home with having spent his money well. He liked knowing that he could provide for you and that you wouldn’t deny him unless he made a completely unreasonable purchase.

Mingyu worked so much and ensured his success. He loved his job, and admittedly the benefits too. With how much work he put in on a daily basis, he was sure as hell going to make sure you were taken care of.

He pulls you in closer by your waist. His tall stature stands above you, he looks down at you with pure affection in his irises.

“So pretty…” he mumbles. “Don’t wanna mess it up.”

“Mess what up?”

“Your hair. Wanna bend you over and pull on it but you just got it done,” He pushes a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Mingyu!”

“What? If I don’t fuck you from behind, then you’ll scratch up my back and you just got a fresh set. I’m weighing my options here baby.”

“Maybe your best option is not to fuck me,” You shrug.

“Yeah that’s not happening. You look too good right now for me not to.”

And without another word, he pulls you in with his big hands and kisses you. It’s intense and needy from the moment his lips touch yours.

It escalates quickly and before you know it, your back is pressed against the kitchen wall and your shirt is on the floor. His hands are moving up your skirt and he’s playing with the material of your panties.

His tongue is in your mouth and your body feels hot. He lifts you up with ease and carries you onto the counter without breaking the kiss. He’s so big and strong, feeling him scoop you up like it’s nothing makes your heart race faster.

He places you into the counter and spreads your legs in front of him. He takes off his glasses and places them on the counter next to you. He doesn’t give you time before he meets down and his head disappears under your skirt. He pushes your panties down to your ankle and attaches his lips onto your cunt.

“Shit…” You moan out.

His tongue laps your cunt deliciously. His tongue is warm and wet and it drives you crazy.

Mingyu is a giver. He gives and gives and never expects anything in return. Your happiness is his happiness.

He sucks on your clit, causing you to wrap your legs around his head tighter. He loved the feeling of it, being suffocating by your thighs.

It sends a rush straight to his cock. His hard length is poking up, straining against the material of his sweatpants as his tongue continues to pleasure you.

He’s moaning against your skin, sending vibrations through your body that only make you squirm above him. You’re gripping the edge of the counter tightly with your head tilted back.

“Ah-shit Gyu!” You moan loudly.

Your words only motivate him. He continues lapping your cunt with his tongue, relishing in your taste like a starved man.

As you feel your high approaching, you behind grinding against his face. He kneels there and takes it, flattening his tongue to stimulate your clit so you cum all over his face.

“Cumming-mmph!” You warn him.

Your orgasm hits and it hits hard. Your veins pop out as you hold onto the counter for deal life. You’re moving your hips against his face, wrapping your legs tighter around the circumference of his head.

It’s suffocating in the best way possible.

He doesn’t give you time to come down from your high at all. He refuses to let his mouth leave your cunt.

He’s slurping and lapping your pussy eagerly. He wants to taste you again. He can’t stop himself, he can’t help it. He just wants to give and give until you can’t handle it.

You let out a high-pitched whine and grip the counter harder. You try pulling away, but his hands are holding you down on the counter. His grips your thighs with his big hands, using his bulging muscles to stop you from running.

He’s merciless on your cunt, pleasuring you to the max. You’re writhing and crying out above him and he loves that he can pull this reaction out of you.

He could go down on you for hours on end, days even. As long as he can make you feel good, his heart is content.

It doesn’t take long before your second orgasm is building up and you’re really starting to lose it. Your thighs are tightening around his head and suffocating him again, serving as a tell that you’re about to cum again.

When you do, it’s more intense than the first ones You knuckles grow pale with how hard you grip the counter.

You’re completely soaking his face, crying out and moaning as he sends you back into a state of euphoria.

As you come down from your high, he slightly lifts his head and rises back to his feet. He stands back at his full stature, looking down at you with a smirk. He licks his lips and brushes his hair back.

“You good?” He asks.

You nod lazily. You look up at him with half-lidded eyes and breathe heavily.

He lifts you back up and helps you into your feet. You lethe are a bit shaky, but hold holds you up. You pay his arm softly letting him know he can let go. When he does, you stand up on your own and bend over the counter.

“Want you to fuck me Gyu.”

“Baby you just finished on my tongue twice. You don’t wanna take a break?”

“Are you really going to deny me what I want?” You look back at him with a pout. “Thought you liked spoiling me.”

“Of course I do baby,” He steps closer to you, hard cock now poking against your ass. You’re no longer facing him, but his head is in the curve of your neck. He whispers against your ear and leaves soft kisses on your neck. “I’ll give you anything you want.”

He holds you by the waist and unties the strings of his sweatpants. He lets out a breath of relief when he finally releases his aching cock from his sweats.

He throws his head back, letting out a quiet moan as he strikes himself behind you. His dock feels heavy in his hand and he can’t wait to be inside of you.

You feel the tip teasing your entrance as he holds you steady by the waist. You both moan out in unison as he enters you.

The stretch of his cock feels so good. You slump over the counter completely, lifting your ass up more to feel him.

“Feels so good…” He groans as he fills you up.

All you can do is nod weakly as you accommodate to the stretch of his length. Once he fills you up completely, he draws his hips back and starts thrusting into you.

His nails dig into your sides as he holds you steady. He knows he’ll pull on your hair and mess it up his he doesn’t hold onto you this way.

“Fuck” You moan out.

“Pussy so good..” he mumbles. “Fuck… I’d do anything.”

He watches the way your ass jiggled every time he thrusts into you. He’s mesmerized, eyes watching hungrily.

Your body jerks forward, pressing into the hard marble counter each time he bottoms out. You’re already starting to feel overstimulated and he’s hitting it just right.

His hand snakes between your thighs and his thumb begins circling your already sensitive clit. You hiss at the sudden contact

The stretch of his cock feels so good, his tip brushing against the one spot deep inside of you that drives you crazy.

You’re now gripping the other side of the counter to ground yourself. The larger man is fucking you with full force, just the way you like it.

“Cumming!” You warn him before you fall apart for the third time.

Your legs grow weak and wobbly as your orgasm courses through your body. He continues to fuck you through it thoroughly before his own orgasm hits.

When it does, he tightens his grip on your hips, pumping his seems inside of you and filling you up. You both stand in the kitchen breathless and sweaty.

“Damn it,” you groan.

You turn around, showing him your chipped nail. “I was gripping the counter too hard.”

He licks his lips and runs his fingers along yours. “Sweated out your hair a bit too.”

He pulls his sweatpants back up and digs into his pocket. He pulls out his wallet and hands you 3 hundred dollar bills with a wink.

“Go get yourself fixed up okay baby? And don’t worry, it’s on me.”

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almondmilktargaryen · 5 months ago

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The Girl Who's Got Agoraphobia (Part Three)

*pictures not mine. layout made via canva

Summary: You're the girl with agoraphobia Michael told Oliver about. You're known for not leaving your room much (obviously). But that doesn't stop Michael from checking on you.

Couple: Fem!Reader/Michael Gavey

Category: Flangst, friends to lovers

Word count: 1.7k

Also on my Ao3

Part one | Part two | Part three | Part four

N.F.I., Me and You

There was a college Christmas party tonight. You and Michael heard about it. No one told you, of course. You just overheard it from people who didn’t know you were listening. They didn’t invite you. That was a given. When you asked Michael if he was upset about not getting an invitation, he responded (oh-so maturely) by blowing raspberries. Not in your face, though. He’s not an animal.

You quickly learned that not being invited to a college party (of any kind, because you weren’t invited to any of them) had a bright side - the library was all for you. Completely vacant. Quiet and vacant. Your go-to spots are in the back, where shelves wall you in and gawkers can’t peer in through the windows and interrupt your flow. No one does that, but it can feel that way. There was no need to look over your shoulder here. There was no open space for a person to exist. Only books and just enough room to scoot out of your chair. The air smelled faintly of dust and old paper, a comforting scent that always made you feel at ease. The yellow lights in the ceiling cast a soft, steady hum, adding to the peaceful silence.

Most people who show up to the library treat the place like it’s social hour, gathering around tables to chat shit, drown in coffee (that they weren’t supposed to have inside), and not touch a single book. Which is another reason you choose this location every time; no one finds this area entertaining for long. You wouldn’t be surprised if only a few people knew about its existence.

And speaking of only a few people, Michael emerged between the bookshelves, peeking from the side like he was going to scare you.

Well, he did scare you. Startle is a better word for it. You jerked in your seat at the sight of him in your peripheral. The look of instant regret played on his face; wide eyes and a gaped mouth. He apologized with a frantic, “Sorry, sorry!”

You laughed in spite of it. “If you wanted to kill me, then just say it, Michael.”

He snickered at you. “I knew you’d be here. And I wanted to see you.”

Then you looked down at what he was holding. Not books, as expected.

Michael’s eyes darted from the table to you. “Here, I brought you something.” He set the mugs down (a decaf Americano for him, a white macchiato for you). The thud of ceramic against lacquered wood echoed in the quiet, similar to the thud of your heart against your ribs, only on repeat. The rich aroma of coffee wafted up, mingling with the scent of the old books, creating an oddly comforting blend.

You were stunned by it. Not just because of the gesture (it was such a sweet gesture), but because of the obvious. “Michael,” you said to him, “you know the rules.”

“I do.” He smirked, then took the seat across from you, adjusting his glasses.

“Then why’d you bring open drinks from the shop?”

“Because no one stopped me.”

“If we get caught, then we’ll get in trouble.” The anxiety alone of getting into trouble was enough to make your leg bounce. Yet you tried to swallow down the fear. Your throat was already so dry from the winter weather, and you could already feel a sweat percolating under your collar.

“No. They like you too much. Because you don’t do anything.”

That was true, at least. You didn’t know if they necessarily liked you, but for someone who doesn’t leave the dorms much, you’re at least recognizable considering that they smile when you visit.

Michael pushed your macchiato toward you, and you worried it would spill. You pondered, looking at the coffee, then back up to Michael as if he were making you choose between the red or blue pill. The macchiato beckoned you in anyway, so you lifted it to your lips like there was no turning back. It soothed your throat from the winter air. “Thank you.” You pulled a napkin from your blazer pocket to wipe the froth off your mouth. Michael didn’t pick up on how deep your breaths were (because he wasn’t looking at you. He was poking around in his satchel). It was difficult to capture a good amount of air to fill your lungs and rid them of the lingering anxiety. The sip of caffeine you just took was definitely not going to help, but at least it was delicious.

“Also, I wanted to give this back to you.” He held up a collection of Kate Chopin’s short stories. He extended his arm across the table for you to take it.

You did and quickly flipped through the book before putting it in your bag. He completed reading The Awakening a week after he began and was delayed in cracking open her short stories. “So, what did you think?”

“I see why you like ‘A Story of an Hour’ so much. Very much your style of humor.”

At least this time at the end, the woman dying had a funny layer to it; seeing her husband actually not dead from a reported accident made her “die of joy” when she, once again, was happy to not be married anymore.

He picked up his Americano. “I definitely see the pattern you’re talking about. With the marriage part. But it makes sense why it would be so consistent. Given the time and all.”

“Yeah.” You nodded as you said it. Despite your hesitation, you still reached out to take another drink. You could already feel the caffeine coursing. As you tried to steady your breath, you scanned your notes again. You could feel Michael’s eyes on you, and you were afraid he was noticing. “How’s Oliver?”

Michael sighed. “Dunno. I’ve seen him staring a lot at Felix Catton and his group of fucking losers. He’s been acting differently.”

“Really? You think they’re friends?”

“Michael shrugged, his arms still flat on the table. “Not sure. I’ve never seen them together. He still doesn’t talk much, so not the same on the charisma scale.”

Maybe he has a crush on him. Has he talked about him?” You asked slowly, as you swallowed.

“Not around me. He didn’t know about the party either.”

“Hm,” you simply said. Your fingers twitched as the energy reached the ends of your feet. You swore you heard footsteps somewhere between the shelves where Michael came in. You were almost convinced that someone would catch you, clenching your teeth as you prepared for inevitable embarrassment.

Michael leaned back in his chair, looking down the aisle. “No one’s there.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I think someone was just walking by. No big deal.”

“Okay.” Your exhale was slow before picking your pen back up. You lost track of where you were in your rewrites. People like Felix and Venitia Catton and their peers may be more popular, drunk, and social than you’ll ever be, but their grades matter by the end of the semester. At least one of them always needs notes for classes they didn’t attend, especially if they need to retake the class. They’re just as vain, so aesthetically pleasing notes will sell more. You searched through, trying to find where you left off. But your leg bounced once more, the small heel of your shoe growing obnoxious.

“Still nervous?”

You nodded as you searched, finding where you left off and trying to concentrate on your handwriting; being slow and methodical to keep it as neat as a font.

“You can dare to take risks now and then, you know. It’s not always going to turn out as bad as you think.” His tone was earnest as he leaned forward slightly.

But you gripped your pen to instinct, pausing as your stare turned hard, finding Michael in your crosshairs.

He rested his head on the table. His lips disappeared into his mouth briefly as he started to put together that he may have fucked up. “What?”

Okay, maybe not.

“You know it’s not that simple for me. You, of all people, should know that it’s not that simple, Michael.”

“Phobias are irrational. They feed on an extreme lack of logic.” He said it with a mix of defense in his argument. It was as if this was something up for debate.

“I understand how phobias work, Michael. Like you, I am a student at Oxford University. I may not be a genius like you, but I understand my phobia from years of my research and experience.”

Michael picked his head back up. Perhaps the growing heat from your anger started brushing against him. “I just…” his back hit the chair and his posture sank. “I’d rather not see you miss out on four years of Oxford University.”

“My time at Oxford University is for education. Just like yours.”

“You know what I mean.” He blinks as his glasses slide down his nose.

“Do I?”

“I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.” He leaned forward, reaching a hand out. He was literally trying to bridge the gap. Any other time, you would’ve taken it.

“You can’t control that.”

“But you can control cows?” The hand was gone, and his tone turned sharp as his words sliced through the library's quiet. “You deserve a break from the academic side of all this. Like everyone else.”

“You think the outside world is a break for me?”

“Well, not exactly but—”

You snapped your notebooks closed and stood to put on your overcoat. “I need to go.” You struggled to keep your voice steady, mapping out the typical path from the library to your dorm.

“Wait, don’t.” He reached out, but you gave him nothing.

You didn’t respond or even look at him. The Christmas party was likely still happening, given it was only seven in the evening. You hoped Michael wouldn’t get up. You hoped he’d let you leave. He knew you didn’t like feeling trapped, but he didn’t seem to know (or care) as much as you thought he did.

You were mindful as you walked between the shelves, conscious of the bookbag you held against your hip and making sure it didn’t knock any books to the floor. The trickle of tears lined your eyes and burned as you tried to hold them back. The library's warmth, once comforting, now felt suffocating, and you longed for the crisp air outside.

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voxofthevoid · 3 months ago

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*waves tiredly* Hi, it's Demon/Hunter Horror Wednesday #6. We skipped two weeks. The WIP Wednesdays should continue steadily from now on, but I likely won't resume posting regularly to Ao3 until November.

This fic's now 46k and maybe halfway into Chapter 8—which is one of the major turning points. Been having fun poking at that. But that's very spoilery, so here's Sukuna edging Yuuji for fun and profit from Chapter 7.

“You have some nerve,” says Sukuna, “tracking filth into my domain.”

Yuuji sucks in a sharp breath, trying to breathe or even think past an overwhelming sense of wrongness. Sukuna’s close enough that Yuuji could hear the soft rustle of fabric brushing fabric when he whipped around, but that’s all he heard. It’s not the first time Sukuna’s snuck up on him like this, but it never gets any less unsettling.

It’s like there’s a void in the space he inhabits, except Yuuji can feel his heat and smell his scent; only sound is lacking, but it’s an absence that claws open a pit in his stomach, sending his instincts into overdrive.

And Yuuji hasn’t listened to them since the first time he stepped foot in this church, but right now, he wants to more than usual. The very air is heavy, like Sukuna’s strange scent has its own weight. Every breath Yuuji sucks in coats his bones with wet lead.

Sukuna’s expression flattens further, and that’s when Yuuji really registers what he said.

“Filth?” he repeats, frowning up at him. It’s still there, the urge to break eye contact and back away and do something that makes him feel less like cornered prey, but Yuuji’s not cornered, he’s definitely not prey, and he’s not going to let this man’s weirdness fuck with him like this. Besides— “That’s rude. It’s just some sweat. I ran here, you know.”

The lines of Sukuna’s face collapse into screaming exasperation. “I can smell that too, fool, but it hasn’t washed your little friend off your meat.”

“My—”

The words die in his throat as Sukuna dips his head, his eyes narrowing into slits that gleam red, and Yuuji’s not proud of the way he heats up all over when that nose skims his jaw to drag down the line of his neck, burying itself in his fluttering pulse. It’s warm, almost hot against his skin, which is even colder than usual from the night air, but inside, his flesh and blood are burning. His cock pulses, and Yuuji can’t help thinking about the conversation with Fushiguro.

Addiction, he said, and there’s a reason Yuuji didn’t disagree. The blood rushing to his dick feels like further proof, but the way he’s already almost dizzy and panting with it is still embarrassing.

Sukuna inhales; the sound makes Yuuji’s gut clench.

“Filth,” Sukuna breathes out. “You’ve been straying, brat.”

“What are you on about now?” Yuuji asks breathlessly, gripping a massive shoulder.

Sukuna makes a disgruntled noise and straightens up. Yuuji doesn’t let go, stepping forward so they’re just as close, closer, and Sukuna sneers down at him like he’s all filth all over, but as always, he doesn’t step back or force Yuuji away.

“I can smell the boy on you,” Sukuna says flatly. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

“Smell the—” Realization is sudden and a little surreal. “You mean Fushiguro?”

Sukuna’s eyes glint. “Oh?”

“Forget that,” Yuuji says quickly. “You’re talking like I was sleeping with him.”

“Weren’t you?”

“Obviously not! He’s my friend.”

“Your smell says otherwise.”

“I was sleeping in his bed, asshole, not with him.” Yuuji narrows his eyes right back, but that doesn’t feel every effective when he just barely reaches this guy’s neck; he’s never wanted so bad to be taller. “Don’t be fucking weird.”

“His bed,” Sukuna repeats because of course that’s what he focuses on. “Did it keep you busy, I wonder.”

It’s not a question, Sukuna’s tone and expression just flat judgment, but Yuuji still has a lightbulb moment.

“Are you pissed because I didn’t visit for a week?” he asks.

Sukuna’s lips twist. “Don’t fool yourself.”

“Huh,” Yuuji says, incredulous and also…pleased? Something like that. It’s not like he was under the illusion that Sukuna would miss him, and he still doesn’t think that’s it, not with how Sukuna’s eyeing him right now, but there’s something strangely satisfying about the thought that his absence was noted and maybe wanted, even if it’s by someone as creepy as this guy. Makes all those hours Yuuji spent fucking his hand and his bed and even his pillow just a little less infuriating. “Wasn’t on purpose. I mean, I wanted to. Just couldn’t.”

“Your legs don’t look broken to me,” Sukuna drawls, “though that can always be fixed.”

“Oh, shut up. It’s complicated. I have school and a life and stuff, and you live out here in the middle of nowhere. I can’t just sneak out of the house for a booty call.”

“Naturally,” Sukuna says, his tone so sympathetic that Yuuji immediately knows it’s fake. “I’m sure you had no trouble handling yourself. You’re a red-blooded human boy, after all.”

Suspicion snaps up Yuuji’s spine. “Hey, did you…?”

“Yes? What did I do, brat?” Sukuna asks, all teeth.

“I haven’t come in a week,” Yuuji hisses. “If you—who am I kidding, of course it’s your fault, everything was normal before I fucked you, and now—”

“Now?” Sukuna echoes, still dripping faux sympathy. “What’s the matter? Couldn’t get it up for your pretty little friend?”

“Leave him out of this,” Yuuji snaps, shoving at Sukuna. The bastard doesn’t even budge. “That’s not the problem, and you know it.”

“Do I?” A large hand curls around Yuuji’s hip, blistering and bruising even through his shorts. “Let’s find out then.”

“Hey—” It shudders into a groan when Sukuna cups his crotch, the heel of his hand grinding in roughly, and Yuuji flinches back on half-baked instinct before pressing right back, grabbing Sukuna’s wrist—to keep it there.

Yuuji’s not soft at all. He can’t even remember the last time this guy had to actually touch him to get his cock throbbing. His scent alone turns Yuuji on, and his heat does the rest, and sometimes, just stepping into this church or even thinking of its unholy blend of shadow and light is enough to get him going. And tonight, all of it is a thousand times more intense, all the frustration from day after day of frustrated pleasure tearing through Yuuji to press up hot and hard against Sukuna’s mean palm.

Sukuna squeezes, and Yuuji shudders onto his tiptoes, only to slam back down with a violent buck of the hips, trying to fuck Sukuna’s hand.

“You’re pathetic,” Sukuna nearly croons, but Yuuji’s well past being insulted when this guy calls him pathetic or desperate or disappointing or anything of the sort. It’s not even that he gets off on that kind of talk, just that it’s pretty hard to be insecure or even bothered when Sukuna yaps like that while helping himself to Yuuji’s mouth or dick in a dozen different dizzying ways.

Like right now, that painfully clever hand making short work of Yuuji’s drawstrings, making his shorts pool at his ankles. His dick’s already poking out of his underwear, and a single curved finger is all it takes to make it spring free, right into Sukuna’s waiting palm.

Yuuji groans, the noise torn straight out of his gut.

Sukuna grip tightens, shifts—a long, languid stroke from the head to the base.

“Fuck,” Yuuji gasps, his legs going boneless for a searing second; it’s just a hand, just a lazy touch, not even half as good as how Yuuji can touch himself or, hell, how Sukuna sometimes touches him, but it’s been a week of just his hand doing absolutely jackshit to get him off, and those calloused fingers feel like sweet fire, pulsing in the inside of Yuuji’s cock.

Sukuna makes a noise that’s amused and derisive both, but Yuuji doesn’t give a fuck about that as long as he keeps touching him, and he does, his hand twisting like the world’s kindest vise on the way up, and Yuuji jolts forward, not fucking into Sukuna’s hand so much as chasing him—his hand, his touch, his body. The bones of Sukuna’s wrist cut into his palm, and his other hand is buried in thick cloth and thicker muscle. There’s the distant but familiar awareness that he’s not holding back at all, but something about Sukuna kills the instinctive restraint Yuuji built up over years and years, starting the moment he realized his body could break people.

Sukuna doesn’t break; he bleeds and bruises, but he wants it, doesn’t he?

Yuuji steps closer, letting go of Sukuna’s hand to grab his hip, and it’s better leverage like this, Sukuna’s body a looming mountain that doesn’t waver no matter how hard Yuuji clings or pushes, and he does cling and push plenty, fucking his cock into the hand that’s stroking it tight but slow, and even with all the precome there, it’s still dry and rough, the friction raking at his flesh, but the pleasure drowns it out. Every cell inside Yuuji is simmering red, like they know they’re about to get everything they’ve been denied—

Sukuna’s hand clamps savagely around the base.

Yuuji shouts, punching that thick shoulder in sheer reflex.

Sukuna lets go with a huff, and Yuuji stumbles back a step, cupping his dick protectively. “What the hell, man?”

“Surely you didn’t think it’d be that easy,” Sukuna says, closing the distance between them in a single stride, and this time, Yuuji does listen to the screaming urge to back off, mostly because it’s coming from his aching dick, but an arm bars the way, Sukuna pulling him close by the waist.

Yuuji gasps when they collide, and that’s a mistake, Sukuna’s scent mixing with his heat mixing with his sheer size to go straight to his head, his vision wavering at the edges.

Sukuna takes his cock back, a thumb slipping idly into the tip to smear the wetness around. It’s delicate until it isn’t, the searing stroke to the base ripping through Yuuji like some beast’s teeth.

He clings to the closest steady surface—Sukuna, his body barely contained in the circle of Yuuji’s arms.

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1d1195 · 1 year ago

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Protection II

This is mostly the getting to know the reader and part. I hope you enjoy. 7.5k+

This is where I'll put the rest of the series: Protection

P.S. Sorry, I have some bad daddy issues that are going to be addressed in this series.

“Okay,” she nodded in promise. “Thank you,” she said seriously. She honestly hoped he sensed the authenticity of her gratitude. Harry was the first person to treat her like a human. Even if she gave him a hard time more often than not.

If she wasn’t careful, she was really going to fall in love with him.

There was just over three weeks between the end of her summer course and the fall semester. She planned on spending almost the entire time she wasn’t working either out in the sun reading or sleeping. Her final year was going to be difficult to say the least and she needed to be rested for the first days of the semester.

Her friends didn’t really chat with her during these weeks. She was used to it. Part of her believed they didn’t really want her to be around during their regularly scheduled class times either. It was why she fought so vehemently with her detail. There was so much drama surrounding her with just the presence of her security following her around.

The poor thing couldn’t sleep in all that much due to her constantly spinning mind and busy schedule with work and other obligations she put upon herself. Waking up at 8AM was about as late as she could stand it. At that time, and to beat the humidity, she hurried to shove her feet in sneakers and twist her hair up and off the back of her neck. She jogged a bit, stopping way more than she should have to walk at a clipped pace. Harry was warned of this and came prepared following behind her with so much ease. If weren’t for the heat, she was convinced he wouldn’t have broken a sweat. He didn’t speak to her while she listened to her music and didn’t make any comments about her need to walk so frequently, which she thought was kind. She imagined the rest of the detail thought she shouldn’t have had pizza on any regular schedule or said she was out of shape.

After a good head clearing, she would head back to shower and relax her muscles. It was the most calming time she had without any reminder of her detail’s presence. The one and only place they let her be alone completely. Coming back out to the living room she found Harry, ever present seated at his laptop situated on her dining table. Her hair was damp from being towel-dried and her skin felt fresh. She flopped onto the couch. Harry was silent, paying no focused attention to her. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched him. Harry per usual, didn’t appear all that sweaty, but she couldn’t imagine having to sit in his sweat all day long while watching her and it was particularly hot and humid this morning. Especially when she had the luxury of hosing herself down. “Do you want to shower?” She asked.

He glanced at her. It wasn’t a terrible request. He hated to feel the thin sheen of sweat over his body—he didn’t think he smelled bad, but he thought he might smell like sweat. It seemed entirely unprofessional—it wasn’t covered in his training that he couldn’t shower at her apartment, but it seemed like something he should steer clear of. He could always call another agent while he headed back to his place—just ten minutes from hers. He could be back on the inside of an hour. “Uh...yeah, if y’don’t mind. I’ll jus’ call some—”

“You can shower here,” she shrugged setting up a playlist to play through her TV speaker. “I have more than one towel, obviously.”

Harry thought her sarcastic bite was funny and not dreadful like the rest of the team made it out to be. He smirked. “Uh...I don’t really want t’leave—”

She rolled her eyes and picked up her book. “I pinky promise, cross my heart, swear on my mother’s grave I won’t leave this apartment until you’re dressed and able to chase me efficiently,” she mumbled flipping to the bookmarked page. “Honestly might fall right back to sleep anyway,” she muttered. “Towels are in the linen closet,” her tone was dismissive. The ball was in Harry’s court.

Harry didn’t really want to piss her off; part of him thought that if she remained happy maybe she wouldn’t give him such a hard time. He wasn’t kidding when he told her he hated paperwork and despite how...different she seemed than the stories he heard, he wasn’t going to take his chances. Closing his laptop and he made his way by the couch toward the hall to the bathroom. He stopped in the threshold briefly and gazed at the girl snuggled on the couch who didn’t look like she’d be moving for hours. “Please,” he eyed her cautiously. “Don’t leave,” he said it gently, the slight begging tone in his voice.

She glanced up at his serious, pleading expression. Part of her forgot he was all but her enemy. His voice, his face, his body... he was so lovely. He was adorable. But she couldn’t let him know she thought that. She instead returned her gaze to her book, unable to comprehend the words fully in her brain to make sense due to the depth of green she was seeing in Harry’s eyes. She briefly pressed two fingers to her temple and saluted him without meeting his eyes. “Sure thing, boss.”

Harry still took the fastest shower he’d ever taken, still a bit worried about her leaving. However, when he returned to the main room, there she was reading. Snuggled up cutely on her sofa and listening to the gentle music playing as she did. She really wasn’t as bad as they made her out to be. Or maybe he just hadn’t really seen that side of her yet. But either way, he was glad she was kind for now.

“How’s it going?” Niall asked on Harry’s first day off in over a week. While they really didn’t speak a whole lot, he actually felt a little bad not seeing her. So much so, he left her a note saying to just text him if she needed something—and to not give the relief detail a too much of a fight.

“She’s not that bad,” Harry shrugged.

“No way,” Niall was in disbelief. He actually paused mid sip, spitting his drink back into the glass. “I can’t believe the close in age thing worked,” he shook his head. “I should have thought of this years ago.”

Harry shrugged again. “All she does is sleep,” it was true. She slept a good eight hours each day over the last week. In addition, he only glanced up from his computer when her book fell to the ground, and she was fast asleep in her mid-afternoon nap. Harry found his job quite cushy. Especially because he thought she was quite cute when she slept.

“She doesn’t escape?”

“If she did, she’s a lot better than anyone told me she would be. I’ve never noticed. So, I don’t think so. I caught her the first day trying t’sneak t’meet her friends at the pub. S’only because the detail outside saw her on the fire escape. Think they were honestly hazing me a bit,” he shrugged. “M’first day and all...but she hasn’t tried anything since.”

The surprise was still evident from Niall. “You like her?” He asked; he was incredulous.

Harry shrugged once more then nodded. “Yeah...she’s...fun,” he shrugged. “She’s really polite.”

“I don’t think anyone has ever said that about her.”

Harry found he was a bit irritated with his friend. Niall wasn’t one to talk poorly of someone else almost ever so his sudden remarks of the girl made him annoyed. So why was he so negative about her? “Have y’ever even met her, Niall?” Harry asked. The bite in his tone rivaled the one that she would give Harry.

He shook his head. “No, but I’ve seen the paperwork,” he whistled almost in appreciation. “She’s...”

“She’s actually really smart. Funny. Kind,” Harry interrupted.

Niall blinked surprised by Harry’s defense for the girl. “Sorry, Harry. I didn’t mean to...I’m sorry. Just...you hear some stories.”

Harry tried to push the girl from his mind. Maybe it would be different when she was back in school. Maybe it wouldn’t. But regardless, he didn’t think it was very nice of the entire department to write her off. He focused on Niall and their lunch at a local restaurant.

His phone vibrated with a message from her. He waited until Niall was engrossed in the game on the screen above their table. Never thought I’d say this about one of my bodyguards...but I can’t wait for you to be back. These people are awful to me :(

It was hard to ignore the flutter of his heart. Treat them with kindness, love. He reminded her.

Feel like they should be kind to me first...

:( He sort of agreed with her. Even if she was a pain in his butt in her own special way, he didn’t think she deserved unkindness. It was about a half hour without a response message from her and Harry realized he was a bit...anxious waiting for her name to flash across the screen. It was dicey of him—it was also silly of him to expect a message in response to a frowny face. Maybe the deepest part of his subconscious knew before the rest of him that he shouldn’t be sending her messages for a very specific reason—especially ones regarding her hatred of the other members of her security detail.

Still...he was the only one she seemed to like...and he was The Department’s last hope.

I’ll be back tomorrow, love. He said finally. He wanted to chat with her more. Six days in a row with her and he was already aching for more time with her.

Thank God. Her answer was immediate. Followed by a second one. Can we get burritos?

Sure thing :)

She still drove him insane. She was practically mindless as she marched down the road ahead of him when she ran errands. Nearly stumbling into traffic. It was almost as if she had a death wish.

“For the love of God, would you jus’ tell me,” he snapped at her when she once more forgot to tell him where she was going...even if it was just to get the package she ordered from the main lobby but she left without a word. Caught him a bit off-guard as he jumped up from his typical seat at her dining table, rushing to catch her before she got too far.

Honestly, he couldn’t imagine telling all but a stranger his every movement. It had to be difficult for her. But it still pissed him off. Especially when she smirked at him when he snapped at her. Like a child in trouble who knew she was in trouble. It really infuriated him when she did that.

When she met with her friends, Harry sat by the bar nursing a glass of water. He flashed his credentials to the bartender who gave him a stiff nod, not worrying about his lack of alcohol or why he was intently watching the girl across the room. Harry had to strain to hear anything of importance but for the most part it was harmless.

Boys would come talk to her and Harry couldn’t help but think they were so out of their league. The confidence they exuded was hilariously misplaced, so he thought. She was pretty. Even if she was annoying. He couldn’t help but notice how nice she looked when she twirled her hair into a pretty style, or the way her lips seemed to shine with the gloss she put on but never seemed to come off even when she sipped her drink. Of course, she was intelligent, a biochemist didn’t get to this stage in her academic career without being intelligent.

The boys, however, had one thing on their mind (make that two things) when she wore a pretty blue top with jeans cropped at her ankle. Her hair was twirled to the side making her look like some casual Rapunzel and Harry wished he didn’t think like that. But he was thinking like that. Because despite how annoying she could be, she was really beautiful. Effortlessly, it seemed.

Harry never intervened when the boys chatted with her for way longer than they should have. They didn’t seem to have a clue who she was or that Harry was a mere ten meters away eyeing their every movement. Rarely did she dismiss any of them. Ever polite, which he found interesting. The more time he spent watching her, the more fascinated he became by her.

It was only when he heard them say they were into politics that her face immediately soured, and her attention returned to her drink. At that point, her girlfriend who was essentially a second bodyguard on Harry’s detail (especially when it came to guys) came to her rescue shooing the guy away and they’d find another bar to repeat the process all over again.

The two girls linked their arms while Harry walked several paces behind them. He didn’t eavesdrop on their conversation, but he did want to know what made her laugh so hard just because he hadn’t heard her careless laughter like that before. It made her seem so at ease. He wished she was like that all the time.

Right as they started to enter the next place, a boy snagged her about the waist. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked. She blinked in surprise and Harry settled against the wall one business down from her spot at the entrance of the bar. He never found the guys in her company malicious or harmful. They were dumb and drunk most often. “I’ve never seen you here before.”

She pulled from him giving her friend a knowing look. With a gentle smile she grinned at the guy. Harry felt something in his chest warm over. It made him...jealous.

Oh, that’s not good. He thought to himself. But he shoved the emotion to the side. He would deal with it later. He missed the introduction the guy gave so he didn’t get to hear his name. Which meant he would have to wrangle it out of her later when he did a background check on him. “Let me take you home,” he said.

“I’m with my friend,” she nodded toward the girl. The forwardness took her friend for a loop, she was hovering closer to Harry than she had been in the last few places.

“Tell her you’re leaving,” he shrugged.

Her smile was tight. Harry could see it from where he stood. He inched a bit closer toward her friend. Even she was looking on nervously. Harry was twitching to punch him already. Especially if he didn’t leave her alone. “No, thank you,” she said reaching for the door to get inside. He slapped it shut. This time, Harry saw the way she straightened. If she was dog or a cat, he imagined she would have raised hackles. Harry pressed a finger to his ear.

“Stand by,” he mumbled to the receiver attached to him. Despite the noise of the busy street, he could hear the distinct sound of one of the department registered SUV’s engine turning over.

“Come on, it’ll be fun,” he smiled. The alcohol must have made him more confident. She wasn’t having it.

“I said no,” she was firm. There wasn’t room for argument. Harry felt a bit...proud of how she confidently sized herself up against him. Of course, she had scared an entire division anywhere from ten to thirty years older than her. Surely, she could take on a guy her own age.

“At least give me a chance to turn it into a yes,” he said snagging her hand. She pulled it from his grip, turning toward her friend. She caught Harry’s eye as she did. He was now almost beside her friend, and he swore he saw a sparkle in her eye as if she had only just realized Harry was actually there.

“Baby, what are you doing here!?” She said excitedly, running toward Harry as if she truly had no idea, he was right there all this time. She threw herself against him, arms looping around his neck as she clung to him. Harry felt stunned, one arm wrapping back around her waist. Her exposed skin was warm despite the reminder it was the end of August and evening air was getting cool. But she was like holding the embodiment of summer in his arms.

This was definitely not part of his training. As an agent, he was typically observant and could usually predict different outcomes or make sense of the scene and situation around him. He could figure out what most people were going to do before they did it.

Her sudden stunt left him a bit dazed.

“Thought you didn’t get out of work till later,” she smiled up at him as she pulled away, batting her eyelashes at him. “Can you take us home?” She jutted out her lower lip gazing at him with...adoration? That couldn’t be right. Even if it was for show, she was good at it. Harry didn’t know she was capable of acting. Especially acting as if she was in love.

“Uh...yeah,” Harry cleared his throat. “Got out early,” he mumbled following her lead. He could hear the laughter in the earpiece as she wrapped her arm around his waist. She grabbed her friend’s hand, and they headed off the way they came.

“He’s staring at my ass,” she whispered to her friend. “I can feel it.”

“I mean it’s a nice ass,” she shrugged with a smile.

The girl kept hold of Harry and rolled her eyes. “Creepy,” but Harry didn’t miss how he felt her arm tighten around his waist. He would break the guy’s arm for her if she asked. Harry had the right mind to kill him just for being so forward and annoying to her. Not taking no for an answer the first time she said it. When they turned the corner, she released him immediately. Harry couldn’t help how he felt cold without her embrace. And he hated how easy it was to slip into the mindset that it felt good with her wrapped around him.

Fortunately, she and her friend took off running down the block for the next bar so Harry once more had to put that notion to the side.

Harry entered her apartment on September first surprised to find the array of pink peonies and carnations that had adorned her walls the last three weeks were replaced by sunflowers. It was…enlightening. To say the least. Harry wasn’t even in a bad mood, but he was overwhelmed with happiness as he settled his stuff onto the dining room table. “Do you do this every month?” He asked, making his way toward her. She was on a step stool, draping more sunflower vines along the walls.

“No,” she smirked. “I’ll keep these up until December first,” she explained. “I do add some Halloween colors in next month though...and then I take those down to put up leaves for November.”

He loved her place. It was as adorable as she was. Even if he shouldn’t think that way. He enjoyed coming to work. Even if she was going to make him crazy. The flowers were pretty. It made the place utterly welcoming. More of the side of the personality he never really heard about from The Department on display. “What do y’do for the winter?” He asked grabbing the vine that dangled out of her reach and helped her put it up. With her on the stepstool she was a head taller than Harry.

It was not the time to think such things. Plus, she had never thought anything about any of her security detail before of course, but obviously Harry was much closer in age to her than anyone else before him. She couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was and now she was eye level with him. He didn’t question her. Didn’t yell at her for balancing precariously on the step stool, he didn’t care that she had hundreds of flowers to put up. He followed her around the apartment all afternoon chatting with her about her interior design vision.

“I feel like I need something to balance out poinsettias though,” she shrugged as they moved to her bedroom. Harry helped her more and she accepted it, surprisingly. He listened to her rant and rave about flowers and didn’t seem to mind at all that he was being paid to decorate with her. “Most winter flowers are red,” she explained. “I like red, but it’s overwhelming, you know? I think winterberries are beautiful, but I love petals,” she continued.

“Well, what ‘bout snowdrop?” Harry asked.

She paused her movements, tilted her head at him. “I don’t know that one,” she admitted. He quickly reached for his phone, tapped it several times then handed it to her.

“These?” He suggested. The screen showed the pretty little white flowers, and she glanced back at Harry. “They’d look pretty with winterberry or poinsettias,” he murmured.

Harry liked flowers. How fascinating. She assumed, like most of the other agents before him, Harry probably knew every detail of her life. Maybe better than she did sometimes. But of course, Harry was quite tight-lipped. She knew some of his food and drink tastes, but she didn’t know much about his home life, why he came to America, or how he ended up on her detail.

But he liked flowers enough to know the names of them. Enough to show an interest in something she cared about. Even if it was just a bunch of wall décor. Handing the phone back to him, she smirked at him. “I think I’ll order some fake ones on Amazon. Thank you,” she smiled.

Harry smiled back at her. “Happy t’help,” he mumbled and held his hand out for her to get off the step stool. “Any plans for today?”

Her plan was to torture Harry now that they were in single digit days until classes restarted. But his kindness ruined that. She sort of hated that he was so nice to her even when she was a bitch. He was really ruining all the hard work she put into terrifying a division of special agents. “Just work and movies probably.”

He nodded. “Sure, I’ll be here,” he smirked and found his seat at the dining table.

“You could sit over here if you want. That chair can’t be comfy all day,” she said.

He shrugged. “S’not bad,” he said gathering his stuff and moving to the opposite sofa she was on. He settled in as she scrolled through different titles on Netflix.

“Do you have any recommendations?” She asked. “I suck at picking movies.”

“I can recommend a rom-com if s’your thing,” he shrugged. “I haven’t watched it yet. Someone else recommended it t'me.”

She adored the idea that her intimidating, closed-lipped bodyguard liked rom-coms. She put it on immediately. If it was formulaic, she didn’t care. She liked knowing what to expect. Watching a movie with Harry was also relaxing. The first time neither of them spoke or acted tensely about her whereabouts. They both chuckled at the same time at different parts and pointed out funny things to rewind ten seconds that the other had missed in the background.

Of all the time she had spent with her bodyguards over the last seven years, this was one of the best afternoons she ever had.

The worst of his job started about a week after her classes started. She was out with friends and Harry deemed the drunk college men harmless and gave her more space at the bar where she and her friends danced.

He could see where Niall was coming from, but he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of knowing she was getting to him. Harry was a bit competitive and didn’t want The Department to know he was feeling bested by her too.

But he couldn’t help but be annoyed that it happened much more frequently throughout the month of September and October, becoming routine. Monday through Thursday and Sunday she spent in class, studying, or working in her sitting room and still somehow managing to get one of her jogs in before sunset almost daily. Fridays and Saturdays were spent all but torturing Harry. He had to be much more ready for her attempted escapes.

The first weekend that her classes started, she literally climbed out the bathroom window of the bar. The only reason he caught her was because one of the loudmouth guys she was with was watching a video her friend had sent of her crawling out the window and he was laughing at the hysterics of it. When Harry caught up to her at the corner of the road, she hurled several insults at him that he hadn’t once heard fall from her lips.

“I’m a grown fucking woman,” she snapped. “I don’t need a babysitter.”

“S’protocol,” he shrugged. Even if he liked her, he was there to do a job.

The time after that, she simply tried outrunning him, but his legs allowed for much longer strides than her, so she didn’t get too far from him. That time she threw her shoe at him, narrowly avoiding his head. She limped awkwardly to the SUV where she sulked. Harry picked up her shoe and placed it at her feet before he drove her back to her place, where she slammed the door to her room but didn’t come back out once. Since he caught her that time, no paperwork was required.

The following week she was making out with someone in the bathroom hallway and while the idea was disgusting because she deserved far better accommodations than a bathroom hall in a messy bar in a college town, this wasn’t even that bad as far as his job went. But it did make his chest hot with jealousy.

So, he let her make out with the stupid guy while he drank his water at the bar.

The next time she hopped into a car with a stranger. Fortunately, her friend was with her so Harry didn’t worry about her well-being too much. But once he followed her to his place of residence she screamed some more while Harry just watched her have her temper tantrum. Her friend seemed entirely used to these outbursts. She ushered the guys they had met upstairs while she slunk back to the SUV once more. Grumbling and cursing at Harry under her breath.

That event required a huge, detailed report and a grumbly talking to from one of the higher ups. It made Harry irritable but found it hard to stay completely mad at her because she made brownies the following day and told him to help himself—like a peace offering.

Despite the insults and the cursing, Harry would attend meetings and debriefings where they would ask Harry if he wanted out. “Would you like to be reassigned?” They sounded tired. Like they were already anticipating who they would get to replace him.

“Did she ask for someone new?” He asked.

His supervisory blinked at him. “No...but...don’t you want out? It’s been almost a month and a half.”

He frowned. “Er...with all do respect. If she doesn’t mind me, then I’ll stay.”

Harry wasn’t going to back down from a challenge.

The worst however was her escape from the concert. There were simply too many variables. Even with a team of ten, Harry still felt outnumbered by her and her friend. To be fair, they told Harry ahead of the concert it was a lost cause. There was no way she wouldn’t escape. It was her best chance.

She was getting ready for the night in her bathroom. Harry was vigilant as ever in the dining area. She came out to the living room to check on her phone charging on the side table. She looked comfy and adorable. Jeans, converse, a tanktop that fit loosely so it showed off...her assets in a tasteful way. Harry thought she was pretty as always. “Y’look nice,” he mumbled.

She glanced at him curiously and her cheeks warmed at his compliment. “Thank you,” she responded kindly. He closed his laptop and he sighed.

“Look,” he said. Immediately, her kindness disappeared from her face.

“Harry,” she sighed not feeling like fighting.

“I know you’re going to escape,” he told her. “Whatever, s’jus’ more paperwork, right?” He asked with a weak smile. She frowned knowing that he already anticipated her idea for the night. “Please,” he said. “Can y’jus’ send me your location?” He pleaded. “Please," he repeated. "I won’t tell anyone, I won’t make it a big deal. I...jus’ want t’know you’re safe,” he explained. Biting the inside of her cheek she opened her message thread with Harry looking away from his intense gaze. She shared her location for the next twenty-four hours with him. “Thank you,” he said appreciatively getting the alert on his phone. “If y’get into trouble or y’feel unsafe, please jus’ call,” he continued. “I won’t make a big deal of that either.”

He seemed so genuine. Like he really cared about her safety beyond the protocol of his job.

If she wasn’t careful, she was really going to fall in love with him.

It was a shame that her willingness to help Harry out didn’t pan out the way he hoped. When the concert had ended, he thought he had actually done a good job. He kept an eye on her little marker the entire time; she was in place at her seat the duration of the concert. He even got to enjoy a bit of the indie band she was seeing—he heard her play the music on while she worked or read but never really noticed how much he actually liked it. They even put on a good show.

But when most had filed out of her section, he came to the conclusion that she was no longer present. With a groan he headed down to her section, finding not a trace of her behind. But her phone still said she was here. He started searching beneath the seats, dodging sticky soda and alcohol along with popcorn strewn about.

He found an array of jewelry and a condom packet. He even found a wallet that he would bring by to lost and found. But it was her phone that he found that made his body warm with more rage. The flower phone case he was used to seeing around her apartment mocked him. She tricked him. After all that.

The idea of paperwork didn’t compare to the hurt he felt over her betraying deceit.

She was enjoying a drink with her friends at one of their favorite spots. For the first time in months, she felt so carefree. They were discussing their latest exams and how nice the concert was. A round of drinks sat empty in front of them while they sipped on the second. Harry was giving her ample space. But that should have been her first clue.

Her arm was yanked out of the booth, and she nearly lost her footing as Harry grabbed onto her but continued to hold her upright.

“Are you fucking serious?” He snapped. Everyone turned to look at him. She scrambled to stand upright. She was ready to scream at him for tugging her out of the booth like that. In front of all her friends. Everyone was silent as she opened her mouth to yell. But then she saw it.

Harry was pissed.

Instantly, she wavered. Her face contorting from anger to worry, sadness. She looked upset. Remorseful even. “Harry,” she started.

“I don’t know what your problem is with me—”

“I didn’t—”

“—but I didn’t do anything t’warrant this!” He shouted, holding her phone up. She instinctively felt for her pocket and realized her mistake. Oh...he was going to kill her.

But still, he was currently embarrassing her.

She wanted to scream right back at him. But she knew he was mad. She knew why he was mad. He asked for hardly anything at all tonight—knowing she was going to leave. It was kind of him to give her so much grace and freedom when no one on that team had ever done so. Even though she left without a word, she truly thought her phone was in her bag. She hadn’t even thought to look for it because she never lost her phone.

“I know y’think s’a big joke. But I take m’job seriously. I take protocol seriously. Jus’ because you want t’pout and cry like a bratty little girl, doesn’t mean y’going t’ruin my life. My career.”

Her eyes narrowed. She hated to be yelled at. Belittled. It made her extremely angry. Regardless of how much she actually liked him. Despite the fact she felt bad she accidentally betrayed his trust. But he was embarrassing her in front of friends and calling her names that everyone else in the department used daily, pissed her off beyond belief.

She glared at him, set her jaw firmly. She could feel frustrated tears lining her vision and she grabbed her purse out of the booth violently. She made no eye contact with the group of her silent friends. She marched right outside to the SUV he had double-parked. Slamming the door shut behind her, she waited until Harry was in the car as well.

“I didn’t know I didn’t have it,” she seethed.

He scoffed. “Bullshit.”

She closed her eyes tightly. So tightly she saw red dancing in her vision. “Believe what you want. I didn’t know,” she snapped. “You were so embarrassing in there. I’m sorry I pissed you off. Again, I really didn’t mean it. But you didn’t have to embarrass me in front of my friends like that.”

“If you’re going to act like a brat—”

She shook her head slowly balling her fists in her lap. “If you call me a brat one more time, I’m going to punch you in the throat,” it was a promise. Harry didn’t think she would cause all that much damage, but he didn’t think it would be wise to take a punch to the throat while he was driving her.

They were silent for five minutes while he drove her back to her place. “You really didn’t know?” He asked, his voice a hair softer.

She glared out the window with a silent shake of her head. “M’sorry,” she murmured.

He sighed and listened to the sound of the tires thrumming against the road for a bit.

“M’sorry I called y’a brat in front of your friends... Can y’please...try t’be...I don’t know...good for me? I like t’think m’not that bad of a guy. M’not that bad at m’job...that I give y’enough space...that we’re...okay.”

More silence until they parked. “You’re the best bodyguard I ever had,” she admitted quietly. “I didn’t mean to do that to you.”

He nodded. “Okay...I accept your apology. Can y’try t’be more mindful?”

She nodded in return. “I’ll try.”

“Call me next time, okay?”

“I don’t know your phone number,” she rolled her eyes.

“Well memorize it,” he sighed a touch of agitation in his tone. She should memorize it for emergencies. “And y’need a failsafe.”

“A what?”

“A failsafe. Assurance that if everything goes—”

“I know what a failsafe is, you ass. What do you mean I need one?”

He ignored her name calling. She deserved one after he called her a brat. “If...something happens t’you. Y’need a way t’get in touch with me. But something that no one else knows. Not even me. But s’got t’be easy enough for me t’figure out. We can go over some of them if y’want that others have used in the past so y’have some ideas t’work with,” he tapped on the steering wheel. “I know I said this was a job, but I do actually care about y’safety.”

She was silent for a few more moments. “If you yell at me like that in front of everyone again, I’ll kill you,” she promised opening her door to head back up to her apartment. He smirked.

“Maybe y’don’t need a failsafe; I pity the person that tries t’take you on.”

As frustrating as she could be, she was equally, if not more, lovely in that it made him forget all the paperwork and all the annoyance she caused him. They were on a Target run; she was wandering the aisles casually meandering at her leisure. Harry was eyeing her surroundings, assuring himself there was nothing that would put her in danger.

Honestly, some days he could see why she didn’t want a detail. She didn’t do anything that warranted protection and it didn’t seem like anyone was after her. Not once had he heard from or met with The Secretary of State. While he was grateful for a cushy job, he could see why she was always grumpy about it.

She was scanning new book titles on the shelf and placed two of them in her basket when she suddenly took off without warning. Harry followed after her, caught off guard by her quick pace mildly irritated him once more she evaded him. What he expected of her was never what happened.

She entered the dressing room area, making Harry more irritated that he couldn’t follow her immediately into the women’s section. He wanted to know what he missed, that had her running through the dressing room so fast that she dropped her basket full of mismatching items outside as she hurried back out almost as quickly as she went in.

“You didn’t see her, did you?” She asked Harry before he could ask her what the problem was.

He grabbed her basket that she left behind as she took off once more. He followed after her as she hurried through the other sections of the store.

“See who?” He asked almost running to keep up with her alert pace.

“Seriously?” She asked behind her. “You didn’t hear the frantic mother looking for her child? Aren’t you supposed to be watching for these things?”

He felt his mouth twitch to snap back at her, but she looked genuinely alarmed. Almost as alarmed as the employees in red shirts running around almost as quickly as she was. Despite the sympathetic pang he felt for the upset woman calling a little girl’s name out around the aisles, it wasn’t their problem. It especially wasn’t Harry’s problem who was assigned to watch the 24-year-old—so no, he didn’t really pay attention to the worry in the department store.

“M’sure she’s fine, love,” Harry said trying to assuage her worries. He felt bad, she was so worried. He even felt...awe for her. Her . But she wasn’t giving up it seemed, as she made a quick stop through the clearance section nearly causing Harry to twist an ankle at her sudden turn. She didn’t respond to Harry’s calming voice.

“Someone could have just walked off with her,” she remarked nervously.

Harry could see the fierceness in her eyes. She was resolute: they weren’t leaving the store until this girl was found. Sighing, Harry kept one eye on the girl he was paid to follow and another on the lookout for a small little one that was probably terrified.

Harry tried to tell her something about hideouts and the like, but it was unhelpful. They gleaned they were looking for an eight-year-old. “We’re not thinking like eight-year-olds,” she muttered suddenly and nearly left Harry in the dust as she all but sprinted toward the back of the store once more.

Harry found her crouched in the middle of the aisle, talking to the Halloween costumes on a rack. “Hey, cutie pie, whatcha looking for?” Her voice was soft and gentle.

“I lost my mommy,” the little voice whispered from the rack.

Harry found himself sighing with relief dropping her basket of things by her side. The little girl looked up at Harry suspiciously. She was hidden behind a dog costume and the tule of a tutu beside it. “That’s really scary,” the girl nodded. “I hate losing my mommy,” she said. The little one was still staring at Harry with nervousness.

“This is Harry,” she told her. “He’s tall, huh?” She smiled gently. “Can we help you find your mommy?”

“Mommy said no strangers,” she shook her head pressing herself firmly against the rack, her eyes watery. “I’m scared.”

The girl nodded, sitting on the floor, cross-legged. “Well, I think that’s really smart of you. Mommy would be really proud of you,” she had a comforting smile on her lips. “How about we stay here, and Harry will go get your mommy?”

Harry looked disgruntled as he made a noise in the back of his throat. He couldn’t leave her alone...even for the sake of a child. Even if they were just in a target. “Love,” he started.

She turned her head to Harry. “They are running around the store just to find someone,” she hissed under her breath before turning her gentle façade back to the little girl. “Whatcha got there?” She asked. “Halloween book?” She wondered.

The little one nodded, stepping cautiously off the display of costumes. Tentatively, she sat next to the woman that drove Harry up a wall most days. But right now, she was so gentle, so sweet. Harry felt nothing but pure adoration for her and her kindness to the little one. “Please?” She asked, turning back to Harry as the little one opened the book up and started showing her the pictures in the middle of the floor. Her expression was kind, warm, pleading.

Begrudgingly, Harry headed toward the front of the store in search of the terrified mother.

There was a bit of fanfare—especially after realization of who the woman was that found the little one and was reading a picture book on the dusty store floor. She paid no mind to it, said it was her pleasure to help.

After paying for her things, Harry opened the door for her to the SUV and she climbed inside. He felt a bit awestruck. Sure, she was the daughter of a top political official, but that fame didn’t really mean anything to Harry. He was more impressed with her gentle nature. Her kindness. She was cute with kids and had a fiercely protective streak of her own.

She didn’t even mention it; moreover, thought nothing of it, just scrolled through her phone. “Can we get coffee?” She asked.

He thought she might be his hero. Pain in the ass she was. “Course, love,” he murmured. Heroes needed a reward for their efforts. Even if they didn’t see it that way. “You drink an awful lot of coffee.”

“Biochemistry will do that to you,” she muttered, irritated by his remark. It clearly had been said to her before. Somehow, in that moment, Harry realized that she was also fiercely protective of herself. Maybe she had to be given how The Department talked about her behind her back. Maybe because everyone looked at her as if she didn’t know anything as a woman in a science major that Harry could hardly pronounce half the words for when he saw her notes on the coffee table.

“That was really cool of you,” he mumbled pulling into traffic toward the coffee shop. “The way y’helped that little girl.”

She turned to look at Harry. “She was scared,” she sounded defensive. Like Harry was mocking her.

“I know,” he said seriously. “Y’calmed her down and y’helped her. Was really nice,” he shrugged one shoulder hoping he sounded more sincere so she wouldn’t yell again.

She turned to the window. “I got lost at the store once with my dad,” she explained. “I was six. I was terrified. He didn’t even know I was lost until he drove home,” she mumbled. “It was the most terrified I’ve ever felt in my whole life.”

He pulled into the parking lot and she hurried out before Harry could say another word. He watched her intently as she stood in line, ordered, and returned with tea for Harry without even asking him if he wanted some. She was always very thoughtful toward him. Whether she annoyed him beyond belief or not.

For every moment of irritation, anxiety, and annoyance she had put him through thus far on this assignment, it all was swept clean as he thought about what she said. Her dad asking for a protection detail made no sense. Who loses their six-year-old without noticing? Was the protection detail some deep-seated need to fix his mistake all those years ago? What kind of political official could hold office with a straight face knowing his daughter had that kind of dirt on him? How could she not shout it from rooftops?

Harry was right. She had to be fiercely protective of herself because no one else was.

He hoped that eventually she would let him protect her just as much; maybe even stop her frustrating fleeing. Because despite the irritation she often caused, he was really starting to like the many sides of her.

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johaerys-writes · 6 months ago

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Hello! How does a WIP Wednesday sound? Thank you always and I wish you a happy day😆

Hello!! I didn't have time to answer this yesterday, so I'm answering today :) This is from the next chapter of As Fate Would Have It which is almost done and should be up soon!!

Patroclus on his third trip from their cart, and sweating buckets in the warm spring afternoon under the mountain of pelts he's carrying, when he notices a customer that has drifted close to their stall and is speaking with Achilles. The man is not very tall, but he's broad at the shoulders and looks quite strong. He has an oily beard which he strokes every so often with fingers covered in golden rings and gemstones, and his beady eyes twinkle with delight as he regards Achilles. By the look—and smell— of him, he must be a sailor of some sort, out in the town on errands.

"It's my first time here," Patroclus hears Achilles saying as he draws near. "I've never been to Iolcos before."

"I would remember a face like yours," the man says, the words accompanied by a nauseating leer. "Tell me, sweetheart, did you fall from Olympus? Because you look divine to me."

Achilles' brow furrows in confusion. "My mother is a goddess," he replies earnestly. "But she's not from Olympus."

"You're a clever one, eh? Not just a pretty face." The man chuckles indulgently, leaning ever closer to Achilles over the stall between them. "Listen, I have a boat nearby; I could take you for a ride if you—"

"You need something?" Patroclus asks gruffly, depositing the pelts unceremoniously on the stall.

The man blinks at him in surprise, as if he just materialised out of thin air. "Oh, I was just talking with your, um, associate? I have an interesting proposition for—"

"Either buy something or get lost," Patroclus cuts him off. "We're trying to sell and you're hogging all the space."

"Well, if you say so," the man replies sourly. He clears his throat and peruses the pelts without much interest; it is clear that it was not their wares that drew him there. It isn’t very long before he sets his beady eyes on Achilles once again, and his lips curl in that oily smile. "That is very lovely," he says, picking up a pelt at random. "Is it a fox, or a lynx, perhaps?"

"It’s… a deer," Achilles answers, rather perplexed, for the pelt couldn’t have been more obviously that of a deer’s. “We don’t hunt foxes. Or lynxes, for that matter. Our teacher has shown us way to keep them at bay without—”

"You hunted these yourself? My, so many talents! A man after my own heart," he chuckles, completely ignoring what Achilles was saying, which somehow makes Patroclus’ temper flare even more. The man spreads his disgusting fingers over the pelt as he says, "Doesn't Artemis get mad that you're hunting in those woods, rivalling her in beauty? I should like to see you in action, in fact; I bet you're a sight to behold—"

"Are you done?" Patroclus snaps, incapable of keeping his anger in check any longer. He snatches the pelt out of his oily hands and gives it a quick rub down before throwing it back in the pile.

"Hey! I was going to buy that!"

"It's not for sale."

"But—"

"I said: it's not for sale." Patroclus crosses his arms before his chest and glowers at him. "Now, beat it."

The man lets out an angry huff. "You don't get to talk to me like that. I'm a paying customer and it's a free country. I can stand wherever I want."

"Don’t care where you stand as long as it's not in front of my stall." He straightens to his full height and squares his shoulders, stepping protectively before Achilles when the man's eyes slide to him. A low growl vibrates in his throat before he can stop it. “Do I need to make myself clearer?”

The man swallows thickly and takes a step back. "This isn’t over," he mutters sulkily before he walks away.

#someone's a LITTLE territorial me thinks #just a little though don't tell anyone #patrochilles #achilles #patroclus #the song of achilles #tsoa #hades game #johaerys writes #omegaverse au

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maxybabyy · 1 year ago

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part i & ii (re: this post)

Daniel’s hand feels heavy on his neck.

His fingers are strong, steady as they wrap around the nape of his neck, the tips playing with the ends of his hair. Max knows of course he has to get it cut soon, but Daniel yesterday had said it looked nice, that he liked the way it curled around his ears. So Max will maybe keep it.

“ – and Max, thanks to all of you for volunteering for the Beta Psi event, we all appreciate it,” Blake says and keeps scrolling through his phone.

Max barely hears it, listens only because Daniel’s knees squeeze his shoulders where he sits on the floor between his thighs. There’s a tug at the base of his skull, warm fingers digging into his skin.

Max lets himself be pulled back, bending his neck so his head rests on Daniel’s thigh, eyes looking up at him, “Hello Daniel,” he says, smiles, tries to keep quiet so Blake won’t yell at them again.

Daniel smiles back, but it’s. It doesn’t reach his eyes, Max notices. He bites his lip too, swallowed entirely by big, beautiful teeth. “Didn’t know you signed up for that, reckon it wasn’t your kind thing, yeah?”

Max shrugs. He tries to lean back further, to dig his head into the warmth of his lap. But Daniel keeps his thighs tense, keeps Max where he is. “Always you say this is what the frat is for, no? That we of course have to participate in things like this also.”

Daniel keeps watching him, kisses his teeth before he goes, “Yeah, alright, Max.”

Max wants to say something else. He wants to ask why Daniel cares about it, when this obviously is just a dumb thing Max has to do for the frat. But Daniel nudges him upright again, strong hand heavy on his head until Max is looking again at Blake. But it’s fine, they will of course talk about it later.

Blake keeps talking, and Max tries now to listen. His head feels cold where anymore Daniel’s hands don’t touch him.

“What is this, Daniel?”

Daniel is in his bed when Max comes in. He wears only his shorts and a pair of sneakers, but his skin is flushed and there’s a sheen of sweat on him still. Max thinks he has been working out, knows Daniel likes to run out his frustrations, feet heavy on the road like he doesn’t care that later his knees will be fucked.

Daniel barely looks up for his phone, eyes half-lidded as they meet Max’s for just a beat. “Kinda busy here, Max.” He sounds bored, dismissive. It’s Daniel’s voice, but still Max doesn’t like it.

“No. You of course have to tell me, Daniel,” Max says and makes his way into Daniel’s lap.

He smells like sweat and Max thinks it would not be so hard to lean in and kiss him, to bury his face in the crook of his neck and lose himself in Daniel’s musk. He loves it like this always, dirty with sweat and want, needy like he is for Daniel always. But he has to first do this.

“Get off, yeah?” Daniel says, bucks his legs like Max doesn’t know to sit tight, keep himself steady on top of Daniel. “Come on, mate. I need a shower.”

“You of course smell very lovely, Daniel,” Max says, watches his hand slip over the slick skin of his shoulder. Digs his fingers into the joint and wishes he did not have practice after this. “But what does this mean?” He asks and thrusts his phone into Daniel’s hands.

Daniel keeps still, steady as he takes the phone and scrolls through the text thread Blake had sent him. His face remains tight, and Max doesn’t know what to do. Wants to kiss him and touch him, taste the corner of his mouth where the skin still must be salty with sweat.

“See, this is stupid, no? Blake I think is being very silly always,” Max huffs.

“I don’t – Max. I reckon this is what you agreed to do, yeah?” Daniel says, looks at Max like he would rather be anywhere but here.

Max knows the look well. Often Daniel will look at Max like this when they are out, lame parties or boring events for the frat that always Max doesn’t want to go to. Max will look at him back, and they will come here and have sex. To Max, always it is a lovely look. But already they are in Daniel’s room, so Max doesn’t know what it means.

“Can you not read, Daniel?” Max asks, takes the phone from him and scrolls up. “Look, Blake here says that I have to tell him the date I want to take the winner on, but the winner of what, Daniel? Why does he think I will lose?”

“It’s an auction, Max. You cannot win yourself, babes.” The word now doesn’t sound sweet in Daniel’s mouth, but Max blushes still. Remembers when Daniel had called him that last.

“Auction, what does this mean?” Max says, confused. “Carlos said only that Beta Psi needed help, that I was very strong and handsome, and you of course would be there also. I think, they need maybe help with setting up? Because I can do this, always I am stronger than you, Daniel. But why will I need a date for this?”

Max feels the change more than he sees it. Daniel spreads his legs wider, makes Max slide further into his lap until the inside of his thighs touch the sweaty sides of Daniel’s waist. A hand sneaks under the hem of his shorts, fingers hot against his thigh.

“Daniel?” He says, voice faint when Daniel buries his head in the crook of his neck. “Why are you like this? Do you think Blake is being silly also?”

Daniel chuckles, and his breath feels nice on Max’s neck. Hot, lovely pants. “Nah, I mean – it’s probably Carlos who’s just having a go at you, Maxy. But he should have told you what you were signing up to, for sure, yeah.”

Max huffs, lets his head fall forward and rest against Daniel’s. It feels nice like this, Daniel warm in his arms. It’s been a busy week, and Max has seen Daniel only for the weekly frat meeting. “I will let Blake know this, so he maybe can find someone else.”

Daniel hums, “I mean, it’s just for one night, Maxy. I reckon you’ll be fine.”

Max huffs but doesn’t say anything. He presses his mouth against Daniel’s shoulders, sucks the skin in between his lips, the taste salty on his tongue.

“If you want,” Daniel says, soft against his neck. “I could like, I mean. If you don’t have anyone else in mind, I could maybe, bid on you?”

Max breathes out, steady, relieved, “I think that would be very lovely, Daniel.”

Max shows up thirty minutes before he’s pushed on stage.

One of the ladies too old to be part of the current Beta Psi sisters hands him a tux and tells him to get dressed, watches him still as he strips down. She runs a hand through his hand, tuts at the length before handing him over to Maddy from Max’s communications module, “He’ll do.”

The audience is almost full when Max walks down the short catwalk, the bio Daniel wrote for him read out loud by one of Maddy’s sisters. The light is too bright for him to see anything, but he can hear the rustle, the response when the host goes, “Anyone who wanna bid 50 bucks for Max here?”

Max doesn’t hear the final amount nor the winner, but he knows it isn’t Daniel, cannot be with how far past the amount the two of them had scraped together.

Maddy leads him off to the side and introduces him to a pretty girl in a lovely yellow dress, “Max, this is Blaire. Blaire, Max will now escort you to your date.”

Blaire is sweet, kind. She played field hockey in high school and has been to most of his games, smiles coyly when he asks if she has any comments on his stick handling, “I think you look very good on the field, Max. I’m sure you know what to do.”

Max knows his underhand shot is too weak, has been since coach changed up his position, but he doesn’t push.

It’s one of the better dates Max has been on, and when she invites him back to her dorm for a drink, Max says yes. He doesn’t know how long the date has to last but thinks maybe he can leave after midnight. It will be a new day, and Max will be free to go then.

She opens a bottle of rosé and lets Max have the first sip, puts her lips around the bottle and drinks too, eyes steady on Max.

Max does this when Daniel’s around also, licks the taste of his lips from the glass, needy still for every piece of him. He should see it then maybe, that Blaire asked him here for something more than just a drink and a chat, but he doesn’t, keeps drinking until his tongue feels weird in his mouth.

She asks first, he thinks, watches the movements of her lips before she leans in. But always he is too drunk even if he wanted to, pushes her away and stumbles out of the door.

It takes two tries before Daniel picks up, the noise loud in the background.

“Maxy? Where are you mate? I thought you would be here by now,” he says, laughs. He is of course too loud over the phone, but Max doesn’t care, presses the phone closer to his ear.

“Daniel, will you pick me up?” Max asks, sits down on the bench outside the dorm building. “It is I think too far to walk.”

A door slams on Daniel’s end, and suddenly the noise is quiet. “Reckon I’m a bit too drunk for that, Maxy. Scotty made me play a round of beer pong, and you know he doesn’t drink that shit the Kappa Alphas call beer.”

Scotty isn’t officially in the frat, lives off-campus in a fancy apartment with his not-girlfriend and their tiny dog. Max knows that Scotty used to spend a lot of nights with Daniel, that they would get high and fuck in the bed that Max now sleeps in. Knows they were friends before they came to university, that Daniel of course loves him still. But always Max doesn’t know what it means for them, for him and Daniel.

“I’ll ask Blake if he’s still sober, maybe he can pick you up, yeah?” Daniel offers, but that isn’t – Max doesn’t.

“Daniel, no. You. You have to come, please.” He says, begs.

“Maxy –“ Daniel says. He sounds, soft. Apologetic, maybe, but Max doesn’t want to think about that. He just wants Daniel, tells him so. “Look, I’ll see you in a bit, okay?”

Max listens to the silence of his phone, the end of the call, and pulls out the bottle of wine he had put in his backpack. The one with the foot on the label that Daniel likes, white and so sour that Max has to chase it with kisses when they drink it.

Max doesn’t chase it now, swallows it down with ease.

“Fuck no, man.” Someone says, kicks at his feet. “I don’t want him to puke in my car, Daniel. That’s fair, yeah?”

“He’s not gonna fucking puke, Blake. Stop being a cunt,” someone else says, and it’s – it must be Daniel. There’s a hand on his cheek, and when Max forces his eyes open, Daniel is of course there, “Hiya, Maxy. Ready to go home?”

Max nods, wipes his mouth with his sleeve. It feels stiff against his mouth, thicker than his usual hoodies, and Max thinks he must be wearing the suit still. His eyes feel heavy, and it feels so lovely to close them, to rest in the quiet as Daniel makes his body move.

He’s inside the car when he wakes again, head in Daniel’s lap as he runs his fingers through his hair. It feels so nice, reminds him still of the haircut he didn’t get, of the auction and –

“Why did you not bid on me, Daniel?” Max asks, whines into the rough fabric of Daniel’s jeans. He smells of smoke, of Scotty and the fucking woodsy cologne he wears. Max hates it. “You of course said you would.”

“I did, I did bid on you, Maxy,” Daniel says.

When Max looks up at him, Daniel is already watching him, brown eyes soft even in the darkness of the backseat. His head hurts, and his mouth feels funny, and he thinks he did maybe throw up, maybe he will again just to piss Blake off. He wants Daniel to keep touching him, to never stop. Wants to feel him inside him until Max knows always Daniel will want him also.

“I bid on you just like we said, Maxy,” he says again, when Max doesn’t. “But you’re just too popular, babe. Couldn’t keep up with all of your fans, yeah?”

Max frowns, doesn’t know if the sour taste in his mouth is from Daniel’s words or not. “Next time, you will win, promise me this, Daniel.”

Daniel holds him close, hand warm against his head, and Max feels himself slipping, sleep heavy in his body. “Of course, Maxy. I promise.”

#frat bros au #maxiel #maxiel fic #my fic #my writing #max/daniel #fic

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