#my eyes just bulged out of my head like a cartoon

[puckinghischier]

ALSO 😳😳😒

HEY!!!!

[howglorygoes]

Something happened this spring, I don’t know if the compliments have just reached critical mass, or if I’m really feeling my own style or featuring them, but I have been so enamored by my LEGS

[it-do-be-aspen]

I fear this is me-

i hate him ♥️

[heymacy]

making chappell gifs and having a Big Lesbian Moment

[eddiesxangel]

If you ever felt like it, would you be cool writing reader and Eddie; their best friends and they both perv for each other but never show it and she was invited to DND and she needs to rush to the bathroom to literally rub one out and Eddie silently makes his way to see what you’re up to

Just Friends |Perv!EddieMunsonX Perv!bestie reader

AN: I made it modern just to make it more pervy! hope you enjoy :) ps. If you see any typos no you didn’t 🤫

WC: 3.2k

It’s been almost a year since you and Eddie became friends, you’ve been inseparable since. You and Eddie first met when you were sleeping over at Nancy’s and Eddie was over for a DND session. You had literally run into Eddie, you smacked your face into his chest as you rounded the corner, in your pyjamas no less. You gave an awkward giggle and introduced yourself. You didn’t really recognize him, your lunch periods weren’t the same and he wasn’t in any of your classes. But fate swooped in, and due to that fated night everything changed. 

Eddie was struck by you the second you crashed into his chest. He had seen you occasionally with Nancy in the halls but never could come up with a good excuse to approach you. He thought you were cute, like really fucking cute. So cute to the point that when you did actually touch him (by accident) he popped a boner the second your sparkling eyes looked into his for the first time. Lame, he knows. He couldn’t believe you had this visceral reaction over his body, but all he could think about was your lips, how they moved when you spoke his name and how you smiled at him. Eddie was absolutely screwed, and he had to do something about it he just didn’t know how. So when you finally approached him at Mike’s one day he seized his one opportunity. Turns out you were really fucking cool, on top of being really fucking cute. 

Eddie wanted to spend the most amount of time with you that he could. He was always asking to hang out one on one. His favourite would be when you would ask him over to your house. He loved being able to have access to all things you. The first time he was invited over he couldn’t believe his luck. In the midst of your hang out, you had to take a phone call in the hallway and you left him alone in your room. Eddie felt like a creep the first time but he had to know. He found your underwear drawer, it was filled with soft cotton and lace. His eyes almost popped out of his head when his hands found your red lacy thong. Pocketing it and slamming your drawer ship when he heard you giggle goodbye. 

The second time Eddie was left in your room you told him you were going to take a quick shower, leaving him to his own devices for a least ten minutes, he saw your book on your nightstand, it had a cutesy little cartoon cover, very girly, he was planning on mocking you when you got back in because who reads romance novels? He opened up to where your bookmark was, and his eyes bulged open when he saw what exactly it was you were reading

His strong hands gripped my bare hips as he pinned me down to the bed. His fingers travelled down to my soaked pussy, slowly and agonizingly circling my sensitive clit. I begged for more but he only laughed, "Only good girls get what they want" he whispered and I ground my hips up into him the best I could, but his hold was too much. "Please' I begged. "Please Sir I will do anything, I want your cock so bad, I promise I'll be a good girl." I cried. He was torturing me...

Eddie could not believe his eyes, he had no idea you were so dirty. His best friend had another side to her that he had yet to see, that he would literally sell his soul to see. Oh to hear you say those dirty words to him that he had just read. He popped a boner just thinking about it. He hadn't time to fix it so he grabbed your cow squishmallow to put on his lap when you re-entered the room in nothing but your pink bath towel. You were literally going to be the death of him. 

You loved when Eddie would come over, but you also loved being in Eddie’s space. Being consumed by all things Eddie, the decor, the smell, the comfort of being surrounded by him. Eddie let you into his home anytime and all the time, it didn’t matter if he wasn’t home yet, you knew where the spare key was, he texted you he would be home in 40 minutes so you let yourself in and hung out until he got back. 

You walked into Eddie’s room and the urge to snoop was growing. You didn’t know what you were looking for until you found it. Stashed under his mess of clothing was Eddie's laptop. Your hands couldn’t move fast enough to the search history. Luckily for you, he was dumb enough to be logged into everything automatically. You didn’t care that this was wrong, yet you wanted to know if he had been talking to anyone. You hadn’t seen him romantically attached to anyone in the almost year you’ve been just friends. You're sure he would tell you. However, the jealousy gremlin was nipping at your ear; telling you to keep going. 

After being unsuccessful at finding any dirt you continued through the search of his laptop and found a particularly interesting bookmark. You knew this was so wrong and he probably would never forgive you if he found out but you had to know what Eddie was into. 

You clicked on the link and a porn website opened. The video was of a woman solo touching herself, and using very racy language about what she would do to the watcher. It was much different than what you consumed when you were to indulge yourself, but it was starting to turn you on as you examined the naked woman spread out in front of you. Thinking about Eddie and what he would be doing while watching this…in this bed you were sitting on, naked, touching himself to her sexy words. You thought about how big he would be, how those delicious fingers would grip himself. You often found yourself dazing out while staring at his thick ring-clad fingers. Especially when he would practice guitar, and how quickly he could move them without missing a note. Your mind drifted and you found yourself lying down in Eddie’s bed. 

Trailing your hands down underneath the waistband of your jeans, you brought a worn t-shirt that was thrown on the bed up to your nose, it smelled so strongly of Eddie. Your fingers teased your clit edging yourself as you pretended they were your best friends. You thought of how it would be to have him on top of you, how it would feel to have his cock slip past your entrance. You hummed his name quietly over and over until the slam of the screen door made you jump and you snapped out of your bliss. You quickly exited the screen and slid the laptop under the pile of clothes that rested atop the bed before Eddie entered his room. 

A bright smile struck his face when he saw you there sitting in his bed. He was oblivious to what you had been doing seconds earlier. Eddie's mind spun with the scenarios he imagined the both of you in, preferably naked. He never divulged these fantasies, of course, he couldn’t have you finding out about what a perv he was for you, or else you would never let him near you again. 

Tonight Eddie invited you to watch in on Hellfire because you told him Nancy had a date and you had nothing to do this Friday night. You’d never attended before, you were always busy with Nancy. So when you showed up to game night you didn’t know what to expect. Eddie tried so many times to explain the game to you but you never really understood, there were too many rules and you’d always zone out as you watched his plump lips at work. Day dreaming of them on your lips, or on your neck, or on your pussy.

You walked up the the Wheeler household feeling a bit strange that you weren't here to see Nancy. You were let in by Mrs. Wheeler who was on her way out with Mr. Wheeler for a very rare date night.

"Hey guys" you greeted the group as you made your way down to the basement. 

“Hey, cutie" Eddie greeted back with the biggest smile on his face. 

It truly was a mystery to the others how the both of you weren't picking up one another's signals. You saw Mike roll his eyes after Eddie spoke but you took it like he didn't was his annoying sister's friend here to ruin their ritual. Little moments between you two were clear as day to any onlooker but to the both of you, you were oblivious. Too blind to see the signs because you’ve convinced yourselves that the other one would never share the same feelings. 

You had settled in sitting on the couch behind the DND table so you could give them space without crowding around. Eddie was directly facing you so you could see everything but still do your own thing.

As the night progressed you’d been so turned on by Eddie’s performance. The passion that filled him, the way he deepened his voice, the gaze in his eyes as he described the frightening scenes that played out for the club members. Everything that you lusted for from Eddie was heightened by 100 tonight. Eddie had such a hold over you that he didn't even know about. 

You crossed your legs trying to focus on the tiktoks you tried distracting yourself with however they were not helping because it had been a bunch of thirst traps and sexy excerpts from romance novels. Yes, you were on Booktok and no you were not ashamed of being an avid smut reader. 

Since the distractions were not working and the throbbing between your legs was becoming unbearable you needed to excuse yourself, and quickly. You barely mumbled that you needed the washroom before sprinting to the main floor to find some peace in the powder room. 

You shut the door so quickly you may have accidentally slammed it which altered Eddie's even more. He was worried about you. You'd been squirming on the couch looking very uncomfortable, and then you ran out of there like a bat out of hell. He knew he needed to see if you were okay, maybe you had gotten your period or something? 

Eddie walked up the steps and called out your name but there was no answer. As he rounded the corner he noticed the light coming from under the closed bathroom door. He walked closer and heard your muffled voice but couldn't make out the words. As he approached the door he almost knocked but froze halfway when he heard your voice loud and clear.

"Eddie please" you moaned. Eddie couldn't believe his ears because there was no way this was happening...until you did it again.

"Fuck me please, Eddie right there!" you gasped. Your clit had been throbbing the whole time you’d been downstairs you couldn’t help but relieve it. You were silently watching the secret video you had taken of Eddie while he was commanding the game. It has turned you on so much, and watching it back was even better. Eddie didn’t know what to do. But he had to think quickly because his time was limited. He hesitantly knocked on the door and cleared his throat before he spoke. “ uhhh are you alright right in there?” he stuttered out his words. The knock on the door scared you. You let out a small scream as you ripped your hands away from yourself and up to your chest feeling your heart pounding. How much had Eddie heard? How much does he know you don’t think you’re being that loud? Where are you? Oh shit, maybe you were? 

“Uhhh I’m-I’m fine Ed’s” you managed to stutter. Oh my god, you were mortified. The handle of the door giggled like Eddie was trying to come in. “Come on sweetheart open the door I really need to come in,” he continued on jiggling the door until you unlocked it. Eddie needed to seize this moment. He was never going to have another opportunity like this.

“Eddie I-” You didn’t finish your sentence because Eddie had cut you off with a kiss as he cupped your face while backing you into the opposite wall. “You’re such a little pervert. I know what you think about now when you want to touch yourself, do you think about me and what my fingers can do to you huh?” Eddie broke away from the kiss and started kissing down your neck. All of this was so sudden. You had no idea that this was going to happen when you had left the basement. “I’m not a pervert!” You defend yourself. “No baby? So if I took your hand and sniffed these fingers I wouldn’t smell your pussy all over them?” he cocked his brow. “And I didn’t hear you moan my name twice just now?” He hummed. You had never heard Eddie speak like this, not even in your wildest dreams did you think he had such a filthy mouth. “You want me, baby? I heard you and your dirty words through the door. Do you want Eddie to make you feel good? Can’t get off without me? That's it huh?” Eddie’s cockiness was only making you wetter. “Fuck Eddie I need you I have needed you for so long. Please touch me.” You gasped as his plump lips sucked the delicate skin of your neck.

“Could have just asked baby, I would give you the world” His hand grazed up your leg to the open zipper of your jeans until his calloused fingers found the waistband of your baby pink panties. Your breath hitched as he found his way into your pants, brushing over the short hair of your mound to your slick wet slit. “Oh oh oh baby,” he chuckled darkly “you’ve been hiding this from me? I don’t think you deserve me to touch you, you’ve been very naughty. Tell me, baby, you always get this wet for me? What other dirty things do you do when I’m not around?” Your mind was numb with pleasure as Eddie slowly made contact with your pussy lips. He was being so mean like he was punishing you, grazing everywhere but your clit. “Fuck. Eddie please” you beg girding your hips up into his fingers to get some relief.

“I don’t think so sweetheart” you’ve been a very bad girl. “Have I? You try to spit back. “I recall you stealing my favourite pair of panties. Don’t play innocent Munson. I found them in your room yesterday.” You chide.

Eddie kissed you to shut you up. His tongue pushed its way into your mouth as you moaned in pleasure. Your slippery slick coated Eddie’s fingers as they prodded their way up into your tight hole. “Oh, Eddie!” You sighed. “Fuck say my name again” he growled.

“Eddie!” You moaned throwing your head against the wall. His fingers were so thick. He really knows how to work his fingers. “That’s it scream my name” his cocky smirk hasn’t left his face. All disregarding everyone downstairs, you didn’t try and keep quiet. Eddie watched your chest heave as your breasts raised and fell. His free hand scaled up your shirt over your bra. His hands explored your breasts and he pulled down the cup to free you. His hands worked your nipple and your clit. The way his fingers felt exploring your body only made the feeling in your core build and build. Eddie dipped his head to take your perked nipple in his mouth. You arched your back into him and his warm tongue latched onto you. A soft “Eddie baby” slipped from your lips as you were washed away with the feeling of everything Eddie. You were getting so close so fast, you had already warmed yourself up and Eddie was here to take all of the credit. Not that you’re complaining but the coil in your core was being wound up so tightly you need for it to snap. “I'm so close! please don’t stop.” 

“Oh, so you are a good girl who knows her manners, go on then, on cum for me baby” 

Eddie kissed the sweet spot on your neck while playing with your nipple with one hand and your pussy with the other. Your senses were on overdrive and you were bumming from his words. Your body shook and your release dripped down Eddie’s fingers. A few seconds later after you come down from your high you realize that he was having all the fun and you haven’t touched him yet. You graze your hand down his stomach, to the button of his black jeans. You quickly moved your fingers to unbutton and unzip his pants. You slide down the bathroom wall and get on your knees in front of Eddie. He gathered your hair in his hands and you pulled out his cock. “You’re complaining about me hiding from you when you’ve been holding out on me this whole time?” You don't hesitate. You start making out with the base of his cock moving your way up to the tip. You coddle his balls in one hand and use the other to tease the tip of his red cock. “Fuck” Eddie sucks in a breath. You continue to worship his cock. How could you not? It was so pretty, long and thick, and slightly curved to the right. Hearing Eddie whimpering above you was music to your ears. You loved the feel of the weight of him on your tongue. You swirled your tongue on his tip taking in the taste of his precum before sliding down his length to the hilt. His pubs tickled your nose but you ignored that as you hummed onto his cock. You bobbed your head up and down. It was messy and it was loud. 

“Baby fuck fuck fuck if you keep going like that I’m-” Eddie couldn’t finish his sentence before he came down your throat. The hot thick liquid ran hot down your throat. “Shit I’m sorry I’m sorry” he panted as you continued to suck him dry. Humming in satisfaction. Eddie finally loosened the grip of your hair as you pulled back and opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue to show him you’d swallowed it all. Eddie’s eyes went wide, he hadn’t expected you to be so filthy, just for him. He pulled you back up by your hair to stick his tongue down your throat. A giggle left your mouth and he pulled away. 

“We are so doing that again” he breathed. 

A pounding on the bathroom door made you both jump. 

“We get it you guys are disgusting! Let's get back to the game please!” The sound of Lucas’s angry voice came from the other side of the door. You could practically hear his eye-roll. Eddie and you burst out laughing “Come on baby, the Dungeon Master needs to finish up and then I will be seeing you later for more” Eddie left you in the bathroom, flushed and more than satisfied. You couldn’t wait for him to finish that sexy little game. 

[nox-icate]

WHOS THIS DIVA!!!

struggling with the outfit but april wip!!

[doki-doki-imagines]

PLS PLS CAN YOU DO THAT CHAT THING WITH KAISER, NESS, SAE AND NAGI WHERE READER TEXTS THEM SAYING “your face is so pretty I just wanna sit on it” AND THEIR REACTIONS😍😍

author note: Idk how to use fake sms app so I went for an ol' classic gif reaction.

Michael Kaiser:

-What is he looking at? At his reflex on the mirror obviously. -A laughter starts to blossom from his chest, already pushed out like a proud rooster. -He slicks his hair back, blue eyes shining with joy. Michael licks his teeth, perfect as he is. Damn, anybody would like to sit on his face; he is so fucking handsome. -He picks his phone up ready to message you something along the lines of "C'mere. I'll give you the ride of your life." Michael smirks, proud of coming up with such a hot line(it isn't). -But the message you sent got deleted. -His eyes bulge out almost cartoon style. Did he dream about it? Was the message from someone else? Michael checks the other chats, but nobody messaged him. -He doesn't want to message you about that, he isn't desperate! But a voice in the back of Michael's mind screams at him. -"?" He sends back. "Did you need something?" "No, Michael. Thanks for worrying." You reply immediately. -His heart picks a worryingly fast beat. You replied way too fast. A lightbulb turn on in his head, but the idea he comes up with is pretty risky. Michael feels blood running to his ears when he finally presses send. -"If you are free wanna come over? I need help choosing the new bed covers."

Alexis Ness:

-He is mind-numbing happy. After all, it is a pretty nice compliment to read from his crush. -If Alexis had a tail it would be wagging left and right now. A dumb smile is plastered on his face while he keeps looking at his phone. -"What are you looking at, Ness?" It's Michael's voice calling him back to work, mildly annoyed that the other boy's attention wasn't fully on him. "Oh- It's nothing, Kaiser! Let's go back to training." Alexis hides his cell phone under the last layer of his gym bag. Michael doesn't dig further for once. -When Alexis opens his phone back the sun already left his place for the moon. He obviously forgot about your message 'till he reads the new ones. "Have I crossed any boundary, Alexis? I'm sorry if it happened." "Please I don't want our friendship to be ruined by this." His heart sunk to his ass and climbed back into his throat in a matter of seconds. -Alexis calls you, clearly worried. You pick up fast for Alexis' heart health. "I'm so sorry I didn't reply sooner! I had practice and I had to go then-" he keeps blabbering "I'll do anything for your forgiveness." "…Anything Alexis?" "Yes." "I wasn't joking when I sent you that message…my or your place?" "Yours. It will be my pleasure." He says, voice finally calm. -He wasn't joking.

Sae Itoshi:

-"I must have forgotten the part where I asked your opinion." -HE IS RUDE. -Sae knows it is a joke. A stupid one to try to tease him. He may not be the brightest mind, but he understands what you are trying to do. -He goes back to training like nothing happened. Then he showers and all of sudden Sae has the urge to add another line to the previous message he sent. -Meanwhile, you replied with a ton of sad emojis and other dumb blabbering Sae's mind doesn't even register. -"Anyway I prefer to eat it from the back." Sae smiles thinking he has just sent the king of the comebacks, an earth-shattering line. Soon he gets a reply, that makes his smile drop. "I must have forgotten the part where I asked about your opinion." -Maybe you are really made for each other.

Seishiro Nagi:

-What a nice message to receive. Not. -You are hundreds of kilometres of distance what is supposed to happen? Honestly thinking is tiring him out. -Seishiri sends you the thumb-up emoji and throws his phone somewhere on his bed, pc already turned on to play the newest game. -But now a worm dug a hole in his head, making Seishiro thinks about the message and not at his ranking flopping; such a noob behavior. -He thinks about your soft thighs pressing his ears, your warmth enveloping his face… -Seishiro facepalms, fingers messaging his temples before brushing away some of his snow white hair strands away from his forehead. -He doesn't even notice he already dialed your number. -"Talk dirty." "What? Muddy pants? Sweaty shirts?" "Don't play dumb. It's all your fault if I can't concentrate now. And don't let me explain, it's bothersome." You chuckle at the other end. He can feel the mirth in your voice. "Sorry angel. You'll have to work if you want the prize." -He groans in annoyance, head thrown back. -It seems like Seishiro will have to break his "5 days doing nothing useful" streak.

[vengefultakeover]

Yes, Doctor

I tapped my foot as I waited for the doctor to come in and see me. I had just gone through the normal procedures with the nurse, checking my weight, taking my blood pressure, the works. I was nervous to get the results of my last test after a scare with my platelet count. I had gone down a long spiral of online searches and pushing myself towards an anxiety attack I would probably had not come back from. The phone call to schedule an appointment was normal, unable to detect anything in the voice on the other end.

"You will be just fine." She said before hanging up. Maybe I should have been worried.

"Hello there, how are you doing today?" He was holding the clipboard like a shield. Bad sign. You would think they would try to make me as comfortable as possiblle to break the bad news.

"What's wrong with me?" I asked, wincing as he sat down next to me.

"Nothing at all - we just wanted to go over some of the results with you to talk about a healthier future." He said with a smile that melted away my worries. The moment I returned the smiled I saw something clear out of the corner of my eye. I snapped my head towards it and could make out a head poking through the wall.

"What the fuck?" My jaw dropped as I looked at it and when the doctor looked back at the apparition peeking in through the cinderblocks he looked back at me with a confused face.

"Are you alright?" He asked, reaching out.

"You can see me?" The head said. I nodded. What else was I supposed to do.

"I think maybe we should get you psychologically evaluated." The doctor said, writing something down. The specter emerged from the wall with a glowing aura and he quickly rushed the doctor. He dropped his clipboard shield and pen sword and gasped as the ghost slid his fingers between his lips and pulled his mouth open. With a gag, the ghost shoved his head into his mouth while I stared in awe with the sounds of slurping filling the room. My cock twitched as the tight scrub pants tightened and the doctor's bulge appeared. Inch by inch the ghost filled up the doctor's body, his neck bulging and his eyes tearing up until he got knocked back in his chair. The last of the tail disappeared with a wet pop and the doctor looked at me with wide eyes. His left arm flailed away from his body and I could see where the ghost was inserting itself into his limb. The rest followed suit, his legs kicking out from underneath him until he spun around like a cartoon character and was looking down at himself with a shit eating grin.

"What the fuck just happened?" I watched him slide his hands down his body, the musculature of the doctor poking through the fabric. Within seconds he wanted to see more and stripped off the scrubs, tossing them to the side while returning the stethoscope to his neck like an accessory.

"Let's have some fun, fleshie." He pushed off his underwear and was now standing in the room without any clothes on, smirking at me.

"I'm not sure what's going on. What are you?" I asked. He took a step closer to me and I could feel his warmth. His cock was getting harder and so was mine.

"I'm shocked you were able to see me. I've never had a living see my ghost form. You weren't scared of it?" He chuckled.

"I think there are worse things in this world to be afraid of." I shrugged, the list growing longer in my mind.

"I suppose that's a good way to think about it." He inched closer to me, his cock grazing against my bulge.

"I guess so." My breath was starting to pick up.

"What do you say we have some fun while we're here?" He was grinning now, his hands sliding around my waist. A light tug and I was pressed against him, his cock sandwiched between us and pulsing. I pushed my hand up against his chest and squeezed, feeling his fuzzy pec in my hand.

"Will he know?" I wondered.

"They never do. We'll call it ghost-patient confidentiality." He got a kick out of that and his abs tightened as he laughed. I leaned in and kissed him, initiating the aggressive push against the wall and the grinding into my body. He couldn't really control himself, he was like a sexy doctor rabbit in heat. His hands squeezing me as I worshipped his body, suddenly finding myself bent over the examination table while he was beginning to explore my hole with his tongue. The crinkly white paper crunched below me and when I squeezed the sides of the bed my fingers turned red.

"Fuck yes. I want you so bad." I don't know what came over me as the doctor positioned himself behind me, his cock pulsing as he aligned it with my hole, squeezing it in. I bit my lip to prevent the moan from being heard outside of here. With each thrust I noticed I was barely breathing as I got so wrapped up in the pleasure. I could feel his cock starting to release inside of me and suddenly I was full of my doctor's seed while he was moaning, not keeping it from being heard.

"That was amazing. Maybe I'll haunt you outside of this stupid hospital." He slipped out of me and it made me shiver.

"I think I'd like that, Doctor." I said, standing up as we were both returning the crime scene back to its original condition. I pinched his nippled just as he slip the scrubs back on and I sat down where I was when the doctor's body was invaded.

"What are you doing?" He asked at the door.

"Oh, are you going to leave him?" I asked.

"Not today, we're going to go have some fun." He extended his hand and I was whisked away by this possessed hunk. I came in with the fear of a horrible diagnosis and somehow left closer to death than I ever thought I would be.

[guilty-pleasures21]

Santa baby

This takes place in the You suck! universe, so feel free to check that one out if you haven't already! 😋

Okay, I need to give you a comprehensive warning so you can decide whether or not to read this.

WARNING: The following work of fiction describes a kinky and explicit roleplay using Santa Claus as one of the characters and a brief pretense of having an affair at the end. It is not my intention to offend anyone in any way at all and I apologise if I have done so (please drop me a message in my PM so that I might rectify my errors and be more mindful in the future as I am just unaware right now of any offence anyone might take). Furthermore, if you do feel you might take offence upon reading the contents of this warning, please proceed with caution or skip this post entirely.

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Miguel patted the space beside him and snarled when his hand met the empty mattress. Dios, he hated it when his girlfriend woke up before him. She wasn't a morning person, so it didn't happen too often, but that only made it all the more irritating when it coincided with the few mornings he'd let himself sleep in. Like today.

Miguel forced himself out of bed and stomped over to the toilet, expecting X to be brushing her teeth or taking a shower … but the door swung open to an empty bathroom when he pushed it. And suddenly, his irritation turned into fear. Had she left? Had someone taken her? Was she safe? What if she'd been kidnapped or … or what if she'd never even been there at all? But no, her toothbrush was by the sink, her damp towel was drying on the rack and her pyjamas were hanging behind the door. Miguel rushed out of his room, sniffing the air desperately for the sweet scent of the pancakes X liked to cook for them whenever he took a day off. Nothing. Then finally, he saw her standing in his living room, hovering by the Christmas tree Gabe had brought by his place a few days ago.

“X?” Miguel called, heading over to the stairs. He kept his gaze on the steps as he jogged down, taking care not to trip. “What are you doing, querida? I thought you hate-”

She turned around at the sound of his voice and grinned when she saw him freeze halfway down the stairs, his eyes roving over her wildly. He always looked so delicious in the mornings, his wavy hair all tousled, his cotton shirt all wrinkly, his features all grumpy from being roused from his slumber. He was so cute! But he didn't look grumpy now; if they were in a cartoon, she was sure that his jaw would have been touching the ground and his eyes would have been bulging exaggeratedly out of his head. It was the exact response she'd been hoping for.

“¡Buenos días, querido!” she greeted him brightly, as if she had no idea what the f*ck her unbelievably sexy outfit was doing to him right then. Ay, p*tas, where had she even gotten such a thing?! It was like some twisted, sexed-up Santa costume every conservative Christian mother would be petitioning to get banned on the streets: no way in hell was that thing safe for public consumption! Miguel's eyes travelled over her top, the long sleeves leaving her shoulders and collarbone bare before ending at her wrists in a fluffy, white cotton edging. The neckline dipped low into her cleavage, leaving very little to his imagination, especially with the way the scarlet material looked like it was struggling to contain her breasts. His eyes fell lower, past the cotton lining the hem of her shirt and the waistband of her miniskirt, and down to the sheer red stockings stretched over her legs, giving her normally tanned skin a wickedly scandalous tint. A myriad of curses and prayers flooded Miguel's mind as he shuffled down the last few steps to go over to his girlfriend. God have mercy on him: she really was going to be the death of him one day.

X clasped her hands behind her back when she noticed her boyfriend’s eyes lingering on her chest. Finally, he snapped his jaw shut and her nipples tingled with excitement at the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed down the saliva in his mouth. He was going to go feral on her today, she just knew it! She didn't celebrate Christmas, but she knew that he usually did given Gabriel's animated Christmas dinner planning when he'd dropped the tree off a few days ago. He'd be visiting them that night, leaving X the entire rest of the day to torture and tease her insanely gorgeous and sweet boyfriend! Miguel stepped forward, his eyes never leaving her chest, and just as she'd expected, he went for her breasts immediately.

She laughed as he closed his fingers around her soft flesh - actually laughed! Like he was just a silly little boy who didn't even know that he'd done something naughty! But his disbelief at her reaction was quickly replaced by another emotion when he realised that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath her shirt.

“F*ck,” he breathed, kneading her plush breasts gently in his hands. He licked his lips as his eyes followed the line running down the centre of her cleavage and suddenly, he became overcome with the overwhelming need to kiss her. He raised one hand to her cheek and slid his fingers into her hair to tug her closer to him, bringing their mouths together. X fell against him immediately, her knees going weak as he slipped his tongue between her lips and brushed it against hers. Miguel sucked in a breath as the sweet taste of his girlfriend flooded his mouth, then he slid his arm around her waist, gliding his palm across her bare skin.

He was kissing her so slowly, teasing her with every careful sweep of his tongue. She never could think properly when he kissed her like that. X wrapped her arms around her boyfriend’s neck and pressed her body against his, needing to feel his hard muscles melding so perfectly with her soft curves. But his muscles weren’t the only hard thing about him right then … 🤭 She let out a soft yelp as his already erect cock pressed against her abdomen, then she shivered when a low chuckle rumbled out of his chest in response. Her boyfriend moved both hands to her waist, then slid them down to her ass, his fingers crawling easily beneath the hem of her skirt to tickle her bare cheeks. Miguel let out another tortured moan, then dug his fingers into her flesh, forcing her to rub up against his centre. He rolled his hips against hers sloppily, too overcome with arousal to maintain a steady rhythm, then he slipped his thumbs into the waistband of her thong and began trying to slide it down her legs.

“Mmph! Wait! Stop!” X exclaimed, forcing herself away from him quickly. Miguel blinked at her, too dazed to comprehend what had just happened. Then his eyes sharpened with focus and he bared his fangs at her. He took a step forward, intending to pull her back to him and continue playing with his delicious little arañita … but she’d told him to stop, and he always stopped when she asked. So, he retracted the claws he hadn’t even realised had shot out of his fingertips and forced himself to step away from her.

Her core tightened at the way the muscles in his jaw feathered as he ground his teeth together. Then she looked up and her heart thumped excitedly when she saw his scarlet gaze trained on her, his thick brows pulled low over his upturned eyes. Holy shit, he was hot when he was mad - especially when he was mad at her for making him so aroused and then not letting him play with her however he wanted! X took in a deep breath, trying to extinguish the rapidly building heat gathering in her body, then she cleared her throat.

“I need to give you your Christmas present first,” she explained calmly, tilting her head and fluttering her long eyelashes up at him. “That’s how it works, right?”

His heart pounded angrily as she fixed him with such a sweet look, her innocent demeanour only serving to make him more aroused by all the dirty thoughts he was having about her in that outfit. He clenched his fists tightly, trying to diminish the irritation filling up his chest and pressing against his throat. But his voice still came out as a growl when he replied. “There are no rules for sex on Christmas, arañita.”

Another shiver danced down her spine at how low and rough his voice had become: oh, he was furious with her. The thought caused a wave of excitement to explode out of her stomach and wash over her chest and she narrowly managed to stop a giggle from bubbling out of her mouth - that would probably only make him more apoplectic with rage! She took a few deep breaths, calming herself down, but she could still feel the blush in her cheeks as he kept his eyes trained on her, waiting impatiently for her to give him her permission. She straightened and smoothed her expression as best as she could, then she turned around and bent over to grab his present from under the Christmas tree.

“P*ta madre, arañita,” Miguel’s pained groan came from behind her as her skirt flipped up to reveal her bare ass. “¡¿Por qué carajo me estás haciendo esto?! (Why the f*ck are you doing this to me?!)”

She giggled softly as she turned back to him with a flat, rectangular box in her hands and ay, Dios, she looked so cute with her adorable little smile and her shimmery, rosy makeup that his heart couldn’t help but flutter in his chest. X tucked the box under one arm, then took hold of his hand and started leading them back up the stairs. Miguel remained silent as he followed behind her, his eyes unsure of which part of her they wanted to linger on: her delicate shoulders? The sliver of exposed skin between her shirt and her skirt? The smooth curve of her round ass? F*ck. Finally, she stopped outside his door and handed him the box.

“Let me know when you're done!” she told him, pushing him into his bedroom and shutting the door behind him. And then he was alone again.

Miguel hopped over to his bed, feeling like a little kid on Christmas day who couldn't wait to tear open his gifts and see what he'd gotten. He sat down and started unwrapping the box, careful not to destroy his girlfriend's meticulous wrapping, then he furrowed his brows when saw what was inside. He cautiously lifted the red fabric out of the box and his heart stopped when he realised what it was: a sexy Santa costume. ¡Ay, p*ta madre! He shook his head in disbelief, thinking about little him innocently unwrapping his Christmas presents by the tree, completely unaware that he'd one day grow into a big, strong man who'd be lucky enough to land such a sweet and sexy little girlfriend who would adore him like he was the greatest thing to have ever graced the Earth. He chuckled softly, then switched his pyjamas with the costume. He went over to his bathroom to get a quick glance at himself and his heart thudded rapidly when he saw the generous slice of his chest exposed by the deep v cut of the shirt: X was going to lose her mind when she saw him.

She bounced in position gleefully, unable to contain her excitement. Eventually, the door clicked open and she walked into the room to find her boyfriend dressed up in the effing hot Santa outfit she’d found online. Her heart thumped rapidly at the sight of him, the defined lines of his broad chest exposed so deliciously down to the bottom of his ribs. Her body heated up - so quickly she thought she might spontaneously combust! - and she closed her eyes for a second as a wave of arousal threatened to knock her off her feet. She blinked her eyes open and pulled a deep breath of air into her lungs, then she clasped her hands behind her back and smiled.

“Santa?” she asked, fluttering her eyelashes up at him as she made her way over to him. “Is it my turn to finally get my Christmas present?”

She slid her hands along Miguel’s shoulders and barely suppressed a gasp when she heard his breath hitch at their sudden proximity. X swallowed hard and kept her gaze fixed on a loose strand of his hair curling around his ear, studiously avoiding looking at his lips.

“I’ve been such a good girl, you know,” she continued, her voice rising in pitch as she got into her role, “all year long! I’ve always helped you so much, Santa! I’ve been crowned most hardworking elf for three years in a row! Aren’t you going to give me my reward for being such a good girl?”

She finally lifted her gaze to his and Miguel felt a wave of dizziness hit him as she fixed him with an adorable little pout. F******ck. He really was in for it today. He kept his fists clenched by his sides, knowing he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself if his hands slid around her bare waist.

“What do you want for your reward, princesa?” he asked, his voice still coming out gruff with barely controlled impatience. X bit her lip and let her eyes fall back down to his chest. God, his tanned skin looked so delicious that her mouth started watering at the very sight of it! She let her fingers drift down his torso, grazing his skin lightly, and another smile tugged on her lips as he tensed up at the feeling.

“Mmm, you’re Santa, right?” she flicked her gaze up to his, a knowing expression on her face. “Shouldn’t you already know?”

He grabbed her chin and glared down at her, his lips twisted into a frown. She continued to smile up at him as his eyes trailed over her features and it just made his blood pound through his veins even harder. He let out a huff, then lowered his gaze to her body, taking her in carefully. She looked so f*cking delicious that his core was already throbbing with the need for her - and she hadn’t even touched him yet! He let his hand drift down to her throat and clasped it loosely, holding her in position as he bent forward. Then he pressed his lips to hers.

Her knees buckled beneath her as he grazed his lips against hers. X let out a small yelp and clutched her boyfriend’s shirt, trying to keep herself upright. So, he slid his arms around her, finally allowing himself to indulge in her. His tongue parted her lips as he swept his hands across her body, running them all over her to squeeze every soft curve his fingers landed on and stroke every inch of bare skin he could find. X stumbled in his arms as Miguel turned her around and began walking her backwards to his bed, his hands dipping underneath her clothing now to graze the bottoms of her breasts and tickle the base of her abdomen. A violent shudder wracked through her body as her p*ssy started leaking at the sensation and Miguel grunted into her mouth before lifting her up and tossing her onto the bed.

Her eyelids fluttered rapidly as she tried to regain control over her senses, her lips parted in stunned confusion. They’d been red and glossy when she’d first looked up at him with that adorable little pout, but they were only slightly rosy now, the shine and colour having quickly faded away. Miguel brushed the corner of his lips with his thumb and snickered softly when it came away red, then he climbed on top of X and pressed his lips to the side of her neck. He kissed her gently, letting his lips linger for a moment before he sucked her skin softly and pulled away. He grinned when he saw the faint patches of red indicating where his mouth had been and delved back in to begin making a trail down to her collarbone: he wanted to see his lips marking every inch of her skin, warning everyone that she was his and no one else’s. A groan escaped his throat as he continued further down to her chest, the image of her naked body covered with the scarlet outline of his lips driving him mad with desire, then he pulled back slightly to undo the buttons on her shirt.

She sucked in a breath as he squeezed the now loose fabric of her shirt in his hands, his mouth brushing teasingly against her ribs. Then he released the material and cupped her breasts, forcing a gasp out of her. Her boyfriend licked and nibbled her skin, satisfied moans and groans pouring from his mouth as his hands continued to play with her breasts. X wrapped her legs around his waist and wriggled her hips against his body, trying to soothe the frustrated throbs of her p*ssy … but Miguel only leaned more heavily on her, holding her firmly against the mattress as he replaced one of his hands with his lips.

He alternated between sucking and licking her already pebbled nipple, ignoring her desperate writhing beneath him so he could enjoy her the way he wanted to. Finally, when his tongue felt numb from running across the stiff little peak of her nipple, he moved his mouth to her other breast, closing it around the entire mound of flesh this time. He lay his head on his arm as he suckled on her lazily, letting some of the adrenaline dissipate from his body, then he inhaled deeply and released her with a wet ‘pop’. He nibbled his way back up to the base of her ear, suddenly overcome with the need to sink his fangs into her soft flesh, then he let them loose and began trailing the tips down her body.

He was so careful not to prick her skin, his considerate movements so at odds with his earlier demeanour. X twisted her fingers in the bed sheets as her legs tightened around Miguel’s waist again, her p*ssy practically weeping now for any sort of friction, and Miguel slipped his arm beneath her back as she arched off the bed involuntarily. She buried her fingers in his hair as he dipped his hand into the back of her skirt, undoing the zip with his thumb, then she moved her hands to his shoulders so she could lift her ass up enough for him to slide it down her legs.

He stood up and studied her for a moment, her glistening breasts heaving up and down as she panted for breath, her eyes glazed over with lust as she looked up at him, then he undid his belt and let his pants fall to the ground. He kept his gaze fixed on her as he took himself in his hand, the beautiful sight of her enough to have him rock-hard in his own fist as he pumped himself slowly.

She swallowed hard and blinked drowsily as another tsunami of arousal turned her brain momentarily numb. Holy freaking shite! He looked so effing hot, standing there and staring at her while his own freaking fingers slid up and down the length of his swollen cock. Miguel inhaled slowly as his eyes travelled down the length of her body and X watched, transfixed, as he moved his fingers to the end of his shaft and began circling his own tip with his thumb. He kept his movements slow, lazy, toying with himself as he continued to train his focus on her, and X felt a stream of arousal gush out of her when his thumb began glistening with his own prec*m. She closed her eyes as they rolled around in her head, then quickly opened them again to see what he would do next.

Miguel breathed in again as his core tightened pleasingly, his body reacting with excitement to his own teasing, then he abandoned his tip and nodded to the top of his bed.

“Lie down,” he commanded his girlfriend, the gentle firmness in his voice enough to pull her out of her stunned silence. “Ass up.”

X dragged her round eyes away from his cock and snapped her jaw shut before nodding at him obediently. She scrambled to the top of the bed and arranged herself in a comfortable position, then waited patiently for his next command. Miguel chuckled softly and crawled onto the bed, nudging her legs apart to settle himself between them. He curled his fingers around the backs of her thighs and smirked at the way her toes curled as he pushed them up the bed, spreading her out so that the cool air tickled her p*ssy through the thin material of her thong. Then he pressed his palm against her ass and began sliding his fingers down her middle.

She clenched her jaw tightly - and all her other muscles too - trying desperately to keep herself from crying out helplessly. She was supposed to be an innocent little elf, after all, and there was just something so thrilling about quietly receiving her reward while pretending not to realise how naughty it really was! But she just couldn’t stop the small squeaks and whimpers that kept falling out of her mouth, even when she pressed her lips into the pillow to try to muffle herself. Miguel chuckled against her, his long fingers moving painstakingly slowly along her most excited bits, and this time, an entire moan forced itself out of her throat!

“Don’t be shy, preciosa,” her boyfriend assured her, his voice smooth and velvety. “How will I know if I’m doing a good job if you don’t tell me?”

Miguel lowered his mouth to her shoulder and pressed a lingering kiss to X’s bare skin before returning his lips to the base of her ear.

“I just want to make sure my favourite little elf is getting the reward she deserves,” he continued, his words coaxing another stream of arousal of out her already dripping p*ssy. “You know I’d be nothing without you, right, mi princesa?”

F*ck, she was cute, trembling helplessly beneath him, her knuckles going white with the force with which she was gripping her pillow. Miguel slid his hands around her waist and settled himself on top of her, positioning his cock against her slick p*ssy. Then he began rolling his hips slowly, grinding himself against her at a deliciously lazy pace.

“I’m sorry it took so long for me to give you your reward,” he continued, relishing the cute little exclamations that kept escaping her mouth, “but I know how hard you work to make sure I get all those kids their presents in time for Christmas. You always work so hard to keep me happy, princesa, how could I not do the same for you?”

Her brain started buzzing as his cock continued to brush against her clit, pushing her to the edge of her pleasure. But all of a sudden, he pulled away, and flipped her onto her back before she could make sense of what was happening. X blinked up at him in a daze, disoriented by their sudden switch in position and Miguel fixed her with a wicked smile as he tugged her thong aside.

He slid himself into her without warning and shuddered violently when he feel her soaked p*ssy welcoming him into its warmth. Miguel closed his eyes as they rolled back with pleasure, then he shook his head, dispelling some of the fog that clouded his brain. He bit his lip as he leaned over his girlfriend and his core throbbed delightfully when he saw his shaft buried inside of her. Ay, mierda, she felt so f*cking good! He sucked in a breath, calming himself down so that he wouldn’t climax the second he thrust himself inside of her, then he sat back and slowly began moving his hips.

She wriggled her legs around his waist, unable to stop the choked gasps that poured from her throat every time his hot cock slid against her walls. She didn’t know how, but every time they had sex, it somehow felt ten times better than the last time! And they had a lot of sex!

X reached up as Miguel continued rolling his hips, brushing her fingers against his warm and solid chest. And then, holy shit, and then he began taking his shirt off, prompting the lines of his pecs and shoulders to come into sharp focus as he shrugged the sleeves off. X shook her head as her eyes flickered around the room wildly, the white-hot arousal taking over her brain, and barely managed to hang onto her focus enough to see his abs tighten and relax with each pleasurable thrust of his hips. But that was the last straw for her, because soon, her back was arching off the bed, her hips bucking uncontrollably as she came. She almost missed the smug chuckle her boyfriend let out as he leaned over her, his hips moving hard and fast to match the movements of hers, keeping his cock nestled securely inside of her while she writhed and squirmed underneath him. He maintained his unrelenting pace even as he began coming too, the warmth of his seed spilling inside of her drawing her orgasm out even longer!

“Mmmm … f***ck …” Miguel groaned, his voice so low and so full of satisfaction that the words were barely more than a rumble out of his chest! He lowered himself on top of his girlfriend, his hips slowing down as his c*m started draining out of him, then he lay his head on her shoulder, stealing a moment to catch his breath.

She lay unmoving in his arms, her brain still devoid of any thought as she slowly came down from her high. She turned her head slightly to meet Miguel’s gaze as he pushed himself up and she forced another breath into her lungs as he grinned at whatever he saw on her face.

“Awww,” Miguel laughed, lowering his lips to the wet trail running down her cheek. “¿Qué pasó, mi princesa? (What happened, my princess?) You didn’t like your Christmas gift?”

He moved his mouth to her other cheek and gently licked up the salty streak there before continuing. “I can always get you another one if-”

“No!” X interjected quickly, wrapping her arms around her boyfriend’s neck and pulling him close to her. “No, I …”

She slid her hand down his back as her own arched off then bed, and moaned softly as her fingers travelled over the hard curves of his deliciously broad muscles.

“I loved it, Santa. Best. Christmas gift. Ever!” she confirmed, grinning up at him when he pulled back to look at her. Miguel’s eyes immediately fell down to her lips and he sank his teeth into his own as his girlfriend dragged her nails along his scalp.

“Good,” he said, brushing his lips teasingly against hers. “I’d hate for my pretty little elf to be disappointed on Christmas.”

He continued to smile as he slid his tongue into her mouth and his heart fluttered excitedly when his adorable little girlfriend giggled softly at his obvious pleasure.

“Next time, don’t wait until Christmas to come and get your reward, princesa,” Miguel murmured against her lips in between slow and lingering kisses. “Santa doesn’t like his elves to feel neglected, you know? I want to make sure that all of you always know how grateful I am for you; how appreciative I am of all the hard work that you do for me.”

God, she could feel herself starting to get wet again at his smooth tone - at the delightfully wicked undercurrent to his words. She sucked in a breath as her boyfriend wrapped his strong arms tighter around her, his lips and tongue moving so mouth-wateringly slowly against hers. But then he pulled back and gazed at her with wide eyes, his expression serious.

“Promise me you won’t wait a whole year to come and get your reward, mi princesita perfecta?” Miguel asked. His girlfriend nodded her head eagerly and Miguel smiled before lowering his mouth to her neck this time. “Mmm, that’s my good little elf. You always work so hard to take care of me, preciosa. Will you let me take care of you, too? Will you let Santa do this one thing for you, mi bonita?”

She shivered as he nipped her earlobe, then wrapped her legs around him as he snickered against her skin, his warm breath tickling the crook of her neck. She swallowed hard as her p*ssy began throbbing around his cock again, her body heating up with excitement at his satisfied moans and groans. “Y-Yes, S-Santa! I-I …”

A whine forced its way out of her mouth as her cervix contracted hard and Miguel groaned loudly as she curled herself around him and buried her fingers in his hair. “Mmmmm …”

Another shudder wracked her body as his chest vibrated against hers.

“M-M-Mi … S-Santa!” X whined, almost forgetting what was happening as her boyfriend’s sexed-up scent clouded her thoughts. God, he smelled so good when he was aroused! She inhaled deeply, greedily soaking up his scent, and her tongue fell out of her mouth as he began grinding himself deep inside of her. Miguel pulled back slightly and laughed when he saw the look on her face.

“But querida,” he began, his gravelly voice raking over her spine and drawing a shiver out of her, “why would such a good girl ... wear such a naughty outfit?”

“I … I …” X gasped, desperately trying to suck in a breath as her body writhed around on the bed. “I was just … doing what you told me to, Santa … You said … You said … you were going to promote me … for being such a hardworking elf … and then … and then you said … not to take my new uniform off … especially whenever I came to see you in your office …”

¡Ay, mierda! Santa had given his pretty little girlfriend such a naughty outfit?! And then made her wear it every time she visited him in his office?! What a wicked devil he was! Miguel sighed and covered X’s breasts with his hands, squeezing them gently before leaning over her and peppering her skin with kisses. His hips picked up their pace as his lips made their way across her chest, spurred on by the uncontrollable need to be so deeply intertwined with his love. Miguel grunted and kicked at the mattress as he slid his hands down to the back of X’s thighs, trying to push himself even deeper into his precious little girlfriend’s warm and soft little body. He buried his face in her neck as he fumbled with her legs, grabbing them so he could push them against her chest, then he wrapped his arms all the way around her waist, folding her in half against him.

Holy shit … he was pounding into her so hard that she was sure there'd be an imprint of her left in the mattress when he was done! X moaned loudly, unable to do anything more than lie back and take her boyfriend’s dick. Her eyes rolled around as his cock squelched inside of her body, his thick girth filling her up so completely that she couldn’t even pinpoint where he ended and she began. But somehow, she managed to slide her hands around his waist and curl her fingers around his pert cheeks.

“F********ck,” he groaned, losing his mind at the way she squeezed his ass in time to the rhythm of his hips. Dios, she was so, so ... lovely! He sucked in a breath as the white-hot pleasure started creeping in on the edges of his brain, rapidly taking over his thoughts. Then his brain turned completely numb with ecstasy and he eased his pace to grind himself into her deep and slow. He continued to lie in her arms when he’d finished, utterly swept up in her scent, her touch, her love that she showered him with every second of every day. Finally, she wriggled her arms out from under his and reached up to brush his damp curls.

“Mmm, mi princesa,” Miguel murmured, his warm breath tickling her neck. “Mi querida … Mi cariño … Mi amor … Mi cielo … Te amo, mi querida … Te amo … (Mmm, my princess ... My darling ... Mi sweetheart ... My love ... My heaven/angel ... I love you, my darling, I love you ...)”

X giggled softly at his barely coherent praises and continued stroking his hair until he turned them over onto their sides. She smiled up at him softly as his eyes flickered over her face, his expression unreadable, then she stretched up to give his nose a quick peck. Immediately, his lips stretched wide into a grin and his gaze softened as her eyes met his again. Then X’s eyes widened and Miguel’s heart stopped when he saw the corners of her lips twist up with mischief.

“Oh!” X exclaimed, shooting up in her seat. “I should pretend to be Mrs Claus now!”

She dashed into the bathroom before Miguel could respond and he let out an exaggerated groan as he covered his face with his hands. Dios, was it too much to ask to just lie in each other’s arms for a while as they came down from their highs? He’d already done her goddamned roleplay! Miguel pushed himself up and moved to sit on the edge of his bed, then waited impatiently for his insane girlfriend to return to him.

“Mr Claus!” Miguel looked up as he heard X’s furious exclamation and was confused to find that she’d wiped some of her makeup off and changed into one of his red shirts. He wasn’t quite sure what was happening now, but his girlfriend didn’t give him a chance to comprehend before she stormed over to him in anger. “What the heck do you think you’re doing?! Stumbling around in here completely naked and dripping with sweat! What if someone-”

She stopped suddenly to let out a horrified gasp, as if she’d just made an atrocious discovery. Then she frowned and wagged her finger at him disapprovingly. “You were with that elf girl, weren’t you! Hmph! I told you to watch yourself around her, but noooooo! You just couldn’t keep it in your pants, could you, Mr Claus! No wonder you’ve been working out so hard the whole year! I bet she just loved the Christmas present you gave her, didn’t she?!”

Miguel stared blankly at her, still trying to understand her sudden shift in demeanour. Was she … supposed to be his wife?! But he was … having an affair?! With one of his elves?! Miguel swallowed hard as his stomach flipped at the naughtiness of it all, then he closed his eyes to ride out the dizzying wave of arousal that crashed into him. He shook his head when it had passed, then stood up and held his hands out to his girlfriend, gesturing for her to go over to him.

X folded her arms across her chest as she stepped into his embrace. Her boyfriend kept a loose grip on her waist as she craned her head back to look up at him and didn't respond even as she fixed him with a threatening glare.

“Well?!” she pressed when he continued to remain silent. “Are you just gonna stand there and- Mmph!”

He slid one hand beneath her shirt and the other up the back of her neck, pulling her close to him and silencing her with a kiss. X relaxed into his touch, letting herself be swept away by the feeling of his mouth on hers, his hands making their way under her clothes and wandering across her bare skin. She barely even noticed when he picked her up and sat down on the edge of the bed, cuddling her against his chest. X raised an eyebrow at him in question. “What was that for?”

Her boyfriend's lips parted and his gaze grew unfocused again as he tried to recall what he'd been trying to do. “Shut up for a second.”

X's eyes widened again and her lips twisted into a genuine frown this time. She opened her mouth to reprimand him, but Miguel stopped her quickly.

“Wait!” he exclaimed, a pleading undertone in his voice. “I need to think.”

X sat back and waited patiently as he puzzled through his thoughts, her fingernails lightly running over his forearms.

“So, I'm Santa,” Miguel began finally, “and I'm having an affair with one of my elves. And my wife knows about it? She knew about it before it began?!”

His voice rose in volume with every sentence that he spoke and X snickered softly as the increasing shock on his handsome face.

“Yup!” she agreed, her confirmation only making him even more confused.

“Then why didn't she do anything to stop me?!”

“I don't know!” X shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest. “Why didn't you do anything to stop yourself?”

“I didn't … That wasn't me, arañita!” Miguel argued, his frustration rising. But then his girlfriend's lips wobbled and a laugh burst out of her mouth, and the sound of her amusement put him back at ease. Miguel shook his head and wrapped his arms back around her as he chuckled along with her.

“It's just a roleplay, Miguel,” X pointed out, cupping his cheek in her hand to admire his dark features. Miguel leaned forward to press a kiss to her cheek, then he lowered his mouth to the crook of her neck and placed another kiss there.

“So, got any more surprises for me tonight, querida?” X laughed at his smooth tone and smacked his shoulder as she pushed herself off of him.

“Your brother will be joining us for dinner tonight, remember, hermoso?” She flicked him on the nose and Miguel felt his heart swell at the gesture and praise.

“Yeah, but he has to go home sometime, right?” Miguel pointed out, getting up and following her to the bathroom.

“I don't know,” X replied, biting her lip to try to hide her naughty smile. “I was planning on asking him if he wants to stay over. We could watch a cheesy Christmas movie or something?”

Miguel placed his hand on the door, catching it before X could close it on him. She pressed her lips together as she turned to face him, her eyes as round and innocent as she could make them, and Miguel raised an eyebrow as he flashed her a challenging smirk. X gulped as her stomach flipped at the look on his face and Miguel reached down to grab her by the waist. “And what makes you think my brother's going to want to third wheel us the entire night?”

“Ummm …” X trailed off as her boyfriend slipped her clothes off and lifted her onto his waist, easily carrying her over to the shower. “What were we talking about?”

Miguel laughed at her question and set her down so he could wrap her up in a hug. “Te amo, mi arañita loca. (I love you, my crazy little spider.)”

X grinned. “Te amo también, mi araña loco. (I love you too, my crazy spider.)”

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hello!! i hope this is okay and that you’re taking requests because i absolutely adore your writing! your relationship with God and spirituality is also really special to me, i love to see how you connect with Him <3

could i please request a comfort fic, perhaps about sweet reader having subdrop and aftercare fluff? or just any sweet fluff with the dynamic you write. i hope you’re doing well, thank you for the wonderful content!!

I saw this req this morning and it made me smile sooo much, thank you for the kind and sweet words bubble bee, im genuinely head over heels over this message <333 im glad you can see through how special my relationship with God is, he’s literally my comfort person and i love showing how much he means to me and how much i love him, he’s so good and kind and caring ૮ ⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ ·̭ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝ ྀིა by the way, i love writing about daddy price in the ddlg setting, id regress all the time with him 🐰

🍼 | ddlg, agere dynamic, sugar daddy dom!john price x sugar baby little!fem reader, pure fluff, laaarge age gap, reader is 21 and john is in his mid 40s, might not be everyone’s cup of tea, but shows what their relationship also consists of.

you only wanted to be held, loved and protected by a strong, old and gruff man :( and sugar daddy!john price was the best caregiver ever to toy.

you were his little girl, so young and innocent, didn’t want to worry about adult life :( could be his princess in peace n let him handle all the responsibilities that came with being an grown up.

those burdens and life expectancies stilled the moment you sat down on john’s lap, recharging your little self, and basking in your daddy’s attention — he could read you with a single glance, the redness of your cheeks, the way your eyelids grew a bit heavier, your fidgety movements and incoherent mumbles, your clinginess, they all spoke volumes about your needs.

he moved his lips to your temple, pressing a few kisses on top of your head, his mustache was pressed against your hair, rubbing it affectionately “what’s wrong, sweetheart? feeling little, mmh?”

you nodded against his chest, curled up like a lap bunny, your legs swinging over his — you had to act like a big girl outside, just to come back home to him and sink deep into sub space. ૮꒰っ˕‹̥̥̥ ꒱ა

“dont wanna do anything today, sir,” you closed your eyes took a deep breath, enjoying the feeling of his muscular, chiseled chest radiating warmth against your body, his bulging arms holding you close to him.

“have to study, but i just wanna lie down ‘n rest, read my books, watch cartoons n drink hot cocoa..don’t wanna be an adult, it’s tiring, wanna be carefree, live the kind of life God has promised us,” you snuggled your face against his pectorals, and his arm quickly moved to your head, large and warm as it begun to caress your hair, brush it with his bare fingers

“I know, doll face, don’t have to worry about a single thing, sweet girl, just be daddy’s little girl, you have me to take care of you” he pressed another kiss to your temple, and you lifted your head from his chest, pushing your bottom lip out and looking at his lips, letting him lower his head and meet your lips with eager compliance,

you titled your head to give him more access, and his tongue pushed deep into your mouth, pressing against yours, making you pour a soft, delicate whine into his mouth, which he quickly took possession of, devouring it.

he pulled away, your lips only inches apart, his warm, breath caressing your flushed, red cheeks, but you wanted another one, neediness flowing into your body and making you even clingier — you pressed your mouths together again, open mouthed kisses that he accepted with an amused, entertained expression, his sharp, intense eyes never leaving you.

“careful, angel, might give this old man a heart attack with all this affection,” his gruff joke, mumbled roughly, made you giggle against his lips, and you gave him a sweet smile, your eyes as glittery as those sticker sheets you — unexplainably to him — liked to collect.

“can you use your words to tell daddy what you need right now baby, mmh? wanna be my little girl?”

you nodded shyly, your fingers playing with the strap of his watch, “ben n Jerry’s…”

“wanna eat ice cream on daddy’s lap? your favorite flavor?”

“yes daddy, please” you nodded again and gave him your puppy pleading eyes, feeling appreciative for his understanding and deep, gentle love towards you — he was such a fierce, bulky man that only learned how to be gentle with his hands to hold you, his little princess :(

“your wish is my command, my lady, come here,” he stood up, effortlessly carrying you with him and locking your legs around his waist with a single arm, “I’ll get your favorite stuffie, probably wonders where his momma is, mmh?”

(っ˃̣̣̥ -˂̣̣̥ς)

“sleepy,” you mumbled against his neck, letting him carry you with minimal no effort — he chuckled deeply, and patted your butt playfully, “yeah babygirl, nap time after ice cream, so daddy can go do some work stuff, deal?”

[beenbaanbuun]

club w/ wooyoung

wrote this after an interaction with mean girls at my local club…

wooyoung has been gone for a little over two minutes now - the bar must be busy - leaving you alone with an almost passed out san

normally you wouldn’t mind since you were well practiced in the art or staring down men to the point where they would dare approach you

y’know, stare into their eyes with a disgusted look for long enough for them to grow just a little self conscious

there’s only one man it’s ever not worked on, but he’s your boyfriend now

sometimes wooyoung can be about as good reading the room as san is holding his liqueur - bad… with a capital B

but the issue tonight isn’t men, it’s women

more specifically, a group of girls standing just a couple of meters to your right

they’re pretty, you think to yourself, but the way they point and laugh warps your perception of them until all you see is a group of mean girls

mean isn’t pretty

you turn to look at the dazed man next to you

he seems to have taken an interest in the way the lights swing around the room, following them like a cat with a laser

“san,” you grab his attention, “can you see those girls over there?”

you point him in the direction of them with a tilt of your head, and his eyes follow slowly

he nods, stumbling a little as the movement makes him lose his balance

you catch him and push him against the wall so he doesn’t have to focus so hard on staying upright

“are they talking about me?” you ask, “they’re laughing at something in this direction but i don’t know if i’m being paranoid.”

san comically narrows his eyes at the girls, looking like they do in the cartoons, and you let out a small giggle

and then san nods

“they keep looking at you,” he clarifies, “one of them just took a photo, i think.”

your furrow your brows

“what?”

“yeah,” he angles his head so he can see the girl’s phone screen, “something about your back must be really interesting to them. they’re sending it someone on snapchat…”

the thought alone makes your heart freeze in place, and you immediately stop having fun

the smile on your face drops completely, and the weird little sidestep dance you always do at the club comes to a stand still

a drunk hand finds the top of your head - a little too hard, you must say, but you’d never tell san that - and gently tousles your hair

“they’re just jealous,” he slurs his words with a smile, and although they’re sincere you find it hard to believe

because they’re all standing there in their tight black t-shirts that accentuate their chest and baggy cargo pants that fall perfectly from their hips

and when you look down at yourself all you can see is your black corset that makes your tits look great, but sometimes reveals too much back fat for your liking, and your tiny black mini skirt that now you look at it, makes your tummy bulge over the top in a way that you hadn’t noticed until now

your distressed tights that you normally love now look messy under your critical gaze, and the knee high black socks that go under them just look weird

and all of that is without even mentioning your platform trainers that are chunkier than any other trainer you’ve ever seen, and add at least two inches onto your height

you look weird, you decide as you study yourself

“what’s got the prettiest girl in the club so down in the dumps?” you boyfriend asks loudly as he finally arrives back to your tiny group with his and your drinks in his hands

the laughter that comes from the group of girls punctuates his sentence cruelly, and you shrink into yourself more

you don’t particularly want to talk about it, but thankfully, with san in the state that he’s in, you don’t have to

“where’s my drink?” san pouts, ignoring wooyoung’s question completely

“i got you one like five minutes ago,” he didn’t, but san is too drunk to remember that, “look,” wooyoung points to an empty plastic cup on the floor, “you had a single vodka coke, remember?”

san is, somehow, satisfied with the lie and goes back to chilling against the wall with a dopey smile

wooyoung smiles fondly at his friend before turning to you with a more serious look

“now, back to you, baby,” he passes you a cup of pink liquid which you immediately start gulping down

it only takes a few seconds before wooyoung snatches it out of your hands with a frown

“okay, so that’s concerning,” he grumbles, “tell me what’s wrong.”

you shrug, but your eyes betray you

wooyoung must notice the way your eyes flicker over to the group for a few seconds and his gaze decides to follow yours

the girls are giggling, as usual, but this time you make eye contact with one of them

she looks you up and down before frowning and raising her hands in a ‘what have i done?’ motion

and then like clockwork, the frown cracks and they all start laughing again

you stare as the one that had looked you up and down moments prior uses her finger to instruct one of the others to do the same

you frown

“i wouldn’t normally say this, but they’re fucking bitches,” wooyoung whispers as he reaches a hand out to touch your shoulder, “do you want me to say something?”

you shake your head - it would be embarrassing for you if you sent your boyfriend to tell them off for you

even if they are acting like bullies in a playground…

“no, woo,” you shake your head and put on your bravest smile for him which you can tell he doesn’t believe, “just stay here with me, hm?”

he sighs and nods before shuffling the two of you around until his body is blocking yours from the group’s vision

but it doesn’t do much, not when you can still hear their laughter over the music

you try and let it go, but it’s all you can hear

the song could be anything in the world but you wouldn’t know

your mind is still racing and you can still hear them and you just can’t find it in you to have fun anymore

you look at your boyfriend, trying not to think too hard about the sympathetic look on his face

“actually, can we just go?”

you feel bad about your request, but you’d feel worse if you were to stay and ruin the atmosphere for the two guys who would otherwise be having a great time

wooyoung nods and puts a hand on san’s shoulder to pull him off of the wall

with one arm around his friend’s shoulder, he wraps the other around your waist and the three of you begin to walk

it’s slow, with san’s stumbling and the insane crowd of people, but before you know it, you’re almost out of there

but just as you reach the door, wooyoung stops

“shoot, i forgot to put the drinks down somewhere,” he unravels his arms and pushes the two of you over to a wall, “stay here, i’ll be back soon, alright?”

you nod and watch as he weaves his way through the crowd

you lose him within a few seconds, and decide to focus your attention on san instead

no doubt he’d be sleeping on your couch tonight, you giggle to yourself

it’s always an experience when he spends the night at yours; more often than not you wake up to him asleep on the floor of your room rather than the sofa you left him on

one time you’d even found him cuddled up to wooyoung in his sleep

you still have the photos on your phone as blackmail

the thought cheers you up a little

not much, but enough to bring a small smile to your face

a smile that quickly vanishes when wooyoung comes storming out of the room, a sheepish look on his face and a wet patch down his front

he grabs both of you and without wasting a second, drags you out of the door and onto the cold street

“what happened?” you ask as he hails a taxi

one pulls up and wooyoung quickly tells the driver your address before the three of you climb in

he sits next to you and takes your hand in his

“wooyoung, what happened?” you repeat

san gags as the car starts to move

you ignore it - san may not be able to handle drinking, but he’s not (yet) thrown up from it before - and keep your attention firmly on your boyfriend

he shrugs, “nothing much…”

you give him a look that lets him know you don’t believe him

he tried to wait it out, hoping you’ll let it go after a few seconds, but you don’t

“fine,” he concedes, “i spilt my drink on one of the girls, purely by accident, and she threw hers back…”

“wooyoung!” you slap his chest gently

he just chuckles and puts his hand over your own, pinning it to the sticky wet patch on his chest

“they deserved it, hun.”

[houseofanticipation]

Read from the beginning

You're having a nightmare. In it Master has his cock down your throat. You're gagging, trying to breathe, but he's not giving you a moment to rest. His cock seems impossibly long, and your esophagus impossibly deep; every time you think you've reached the bottom of his shaft, he seems to go a few inches deeper. Tears are streaming down your face, drool hanging off your chin, sweat collecting on your forehead. But the rape—in the dream you know it's rape, though you have no idea how you got here or where you are or even what your surroundings look like—the rape isn't what makes it a nightmare. In fact, for as violent as it should feel, the rape is actually fairly peaceful. The part that terrifies you, fills your dreaming mind with such inescapable dread, is how badly you want it.

His cock must be miles long at this point. His thrusting is speeding up, his broad hands gripping your head more tightly, his nails digging into your skin. You feel him begin to bulge, expand with what must be liters of cum, but his cock is so long that the process isn't instant. The bulge of cum travels down his shaft, like a cartoon character shoved through a pipe too small for them. You feel, and somehow also see, the bulge shooting down your throat, ever deeper, seeming to gain size and speed as it goes. It will be at the head any second now, and when that happens this desperate hunger inside you will finally be sated. You find yourself trembling with need, and simultaneously gripped with absolute terror at just how complete that need is. The two feelings merge into one, a heart-pounding breath-catching spine-tingling skin-crawling something that is too intense to be either good or bad. You know the moment his cum hits your throat, everything will change.

And then you wake up.

The dream ends before you open your eyes. For a long moment you can't move at all; every muscle in your body is seized up in fear, and you can't seem to remember how to relax. You feel something running down your perineum to your ass, and you realize with disgust that your pussy is dripping wet.

The bed of the slave suite is nicer than the one you have at home. (Had at home. It's not like that stuff is yours anymore.) The mattress is huge and perfectly goldilocks-ed between soft and firm, and the silk sheets feel incredible on your naked body. You never sleep naked, but in sheets this soft you might not mind being forced to. As your body begins to relax and you're able to move again, you find yourself stretching out, luxuriating in the bed, allowing its softness to envelop you.

You hear the electronic whir of the lock on your door, and moments later Master is there in a black silk robe, watching you. You sit up and lift the sheet to cover yourself—an odd time to get self conscious, maybe, but you feel the need to control something—but he gives his head a little shake. "Take that off. There's no hiding your body from me." You let the sheet fall, and resist the urge to cross your arms over your breasts. But you sit with your knees together, so he can't see how wet you are. That, at least, he doesn't seem to notice.

"Today is obedience training," says Master. "I doubt it will be enough to completely break your will; that takes time. But at the very least you'll learn my rules, and what happens when you break them. Now, time for your first lesson. Lay on your back and spread your legs."

You wonder how much you can allow before it becomes your fault. Last night you had no choice, you were tied up. You couldn't move, much less stop him as he fucked you. Raped you, you remind yourself. But you're not tied up this morning. You could fight back, at least try to fight back. If you don't try to do anything to stop him, doesn't that mean a part of you wants him to do it again? You need to prove that you don't want him to do it again. You press your knees tighter together and stare at him defiantly.

He just smiles. "Mmm, you're resistant. That's good, it means you get to learn this lesson early." Before you can think he's lunging toward you, his robe billowing open behind him. Under it he wears only a pair of black silk boxers and through them you can see how hard his cock is. This is his favorite part.

He's on you in less than a second, and you're relieved to find that your fight-or-flight response really does kick in. With no option to flee you find yourself beating against him with your fists, kicking with your legs, trying to wrestle out of his grasp, but he is larger and stronger than you in every count. He gets on top of you, his swollen cock twitching against your stomach, and wraps his hands around your throat. You tug at his arms, try to buck him off, but the harder you struggle the tighter his grip gets, and the weaker you feel. You look up into his eyes and see them gleaming with amusement. You stop resisting.

He holds you there a moment longer, letting you plead with your eyes, letting spots play across your vision, before he relaxes his grip and allows you to gasp for air. He does not get off you, nor does he fully release your neck. "I am stronger than you. I am faster than you. I am smarter than you. You cannot overpower me, you cannot outrun me, and you cannot outthink me. Do you understand?"

You stare into his eyes. You can't be sure how clever he is, but he's definitely not lying about the other two. "I understand." Then, remembering yourself, you add, "Master." You feel his cock move when you call him that.

"Good," he says. "Now, because you resisted me I'm going to have to hurt you. You're still learning the rules, so I won't go too hard, but understand that the more you resist the worse it will get. Are you ready?"

What else can you say? "Yes, Master."

He slaps you very hard across the face. Pain shivers across your skin, making your eyes tear up. You thought he hit you yesterday, but that was nothing. That was just getting your attention. He pulls his hand back and when he hits you again it's a little better, because you can steel yourself for it, and a little worse, because he hits harder. As the immediate pain fades, the skin he struck feels tingly and hot. You close your eyes as he raises his hand again, and then he's taking your nipples between his fingers and pinching quite hard. This one surprises you—you suspect that was the point—and you yelp, though to be honest the pain is brief and not as bad as the slaps. You feel his cock strain against his boxers, and take a mental note: he likes when you cry out. Does that mean you should be more vocal, hoping he'll get what he wants and move on, or stay quiet, hoping he gets frustrated and gives up?

You don't take Master for a man who gives up easily.

Indeed, it seems like he's done punishing you for now, though whether that was always his intention or he was waiting for you to cry is anyone's guess. He rubs your cheek tenderly with the same hand he was just using to strike it, brushing away the tears the pain brought to your eyes. "There, there," he says. "I don't want to hurt you..." He looks down at his cock, rock hard against your stomach, and laughs. "Well, you can probably tell that's a lie, but it's no fun when you haven't earned it. Do as you're told, try your best, and I won't hurt you very badly. I may spank you for making mistakes, but that's just responsible slave keeping. Now, are you ready to cooperate?"

He's shown you it's useless to resist, at least head-on. All you'll get for fighting back is more pain, and he promised to make it worse next time. So you say, "Yes Master."

"Good," he says, finally getting off you. "Now. Spread your legs." You do as he says, and notice with some surprise that you are no longer ashamed of your nudity. Maybe those slaps knocked something loose in you, whatever part of your mind was still clinging to the idea of preserving your honor. You're going to have to give up on pride if you want to survive this situation.

Master kneels at the foot of your bed to get eye level with your groin, and makes an appreciative sound. "It really is a beautiful pussy. You'd go for quite a lot with a pussy like that, even with that attitude of yours. Not that I'm planning on selling you anytime soon. Anyway, go ahead and play with yourself."

You lift your head to look at him, trying to tell if he means what you think he means. What else could he be talking about? It just seems out of character, having you pleasure yourself without pleasuring him. "You heard me," he says. "Masturbate, like you would in your own home. This is your home, after all."

"Yes, Master." You lay your head back on the pillow and lower your hand to your pussy. It's still quite wet from the dream, but you take a moment to warm up anyway: running your fingers over your pussy lips, tracing wide circles around your clitoris, just waking yourself up, getting used to the touch. Then you dip a finger inside yourself, getting it nice and wet, and start using it to touch your clit. Softly at first, just quick swipes across, then longer, slower. You're afraid to tell him you won't get far without something to get you in the mood, something hot to read or watch. But you soon realize that this clit routine is working better than expected: you can feel the orgasm building up faster than you'd have thought for the situation. It's like your pussy doesn't know the difference between fear and arousal. Anything that gets the blood pumping is good enough for me, sweet pea.

As you begin to moan, you find your mind straying unbidden to the way you felt last night, completely helpless, Master on top of you and inside you. You remember the way his cock swelled up when you struggled, the way his eyes looked as he rubbed your clit. You think of the dream, wonder what his cum would have tasted like. He takes you by the wrist and pulls your hand away gently, but before you can protest there's something else touching you, wet and soft and wonderful. It's his tongue, you think, but you don't look. Seeing him doing it would remind you where you are, and you don't want to be reminded. You just want to stare at the the ceiling and lavish in this sensation.

He does it exactly like you would have done it. Somehow, just by watching you for a few minutes, he's figured out exactly how you'd like to be touched. Only somehow he's doing it better. It's like he know what you want next before you do, understands your pussy better than you understand it yourself. As the pleasure mounts you begin to close your legs around his head, barely even noticing as you do it, but without stopping he presses them firmly back into the bed and holds them there. You arch your back, close your eyes, allow yourself to moan unabashedly.

And then he pulls back. The feeling lingers for a moment before falling back, settling down, leaving you twitching and whimpering. Operating on instinct you reach down to bring back the pleasure, but he catches your wrist. "From now on any pleasure you feel comes by my permission. You do not touch yourself without my say so. You do not cum until I feel you have earned it. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Would you like to earn it?"

The feeling has receded enough to let you think more clearly, and the shame is creeping in on you. Knowing how much you needed him in that moment, how you would have done anything for him to make you cum, let him hurt you or degrade you or humiliate you. You hate giving him that power; you know the more power you give him over you the harder it will be to escape.

You also know how desperately you want to cum.

"Please Master," you say, voice shaking. "Let me earn it. Let me earn the right to cum."

You can see in his eyes and in his cock how much he likes that. "Good girl."

Being Master's fuckdoll turns out to be more than just sitting around and waiting for him to pump some cum into you. Your entire life is to be dedicated to increasing his pleasure. After breakfast (a bowl of plain oatmeal that you eat with your hands, no spoon having been provided) Master shows you how he likes his shoulders rubbed after a long day at work. You take to it quickly, and you're surprised how satisfying it is to hear his appreciative groans as you dig your thumbs into his tense musculature. He puts his tongue on you again, this time laying you out on the living room sofa, letting you whimper and moan, but he still doesn't allow you to cum. The next thing he teaches you is how to greet guests when they come over: where to put their coats, how you're expected to touch them, if and when to suck their cocks. You make a few mistakes in the practice runs he makes you do—it's a lot to take in, and it gets harder to focus each time he brings you close to orgasm—but you do pretty well. When the lesson is over he lays you across his lap and spanks you mercilessly, his cock hardening again as you whine and cry and beg his forgiveness. When he's done he says, "only ten spanks is better than most girls get for that lesson. You're a natural learner." You have to remind yourself not to be proud of that accomplishment. And then he licks you again, and any thoughts in your head go out the window.

That's the pattern for the rest of the day: Master gives you a lesson in how to behave in his house. He spanks you for each mistake you made during the lesson. Then he brings you right up to the edge of orgasm. He teaches you how to mix his favorite drinks, and when he'll want one. He ties you up in a number of different ways, showing you the right positions to assume to make it easier for him. He shows you the different ways he likes you to sit with him in the living room as he reads a book or watches a movie: your favorite is when he stretches out on the couch and lets you cuddle his leg, your head in his lap. He pretends not to notice as you gently grind your clit against his bare calf, but the swelling of his cock betrays him. As long as you don't cum, you think, he'll let you get away with it.

Each time he stops you from cumming you get a little more desperate, a little more delirious. You make more mistakes as the day goes on, and he has to spank you more with each lesson, but a funny thing is starting to happen. Because spanking always immediately precedes his tongue on your clit, you find yourself starting to get wet as soon as his hand strikes your ass. It hurts, but you don't mind the pain—you kind of like it even. It's exhilarating, makes you feel warm and tingly, and you think it heightens the pleasure when he starts touching you more tenderly. By the end of the day he doesn't even have to spank you: you can feel yourself getting wet as soon as you're in position.

It doesn't escape Master's notice. He runs his fingers along your vulva, sending a delicious chill up your spine, and gives your head a scratch. Nobody's ever done that to you before, but since he started doing it this morning you can't get enough of it; you whimper with pleasure, melting into the couch and into his lap. "You're beginning to like your punishments," he says. "You're a good girl, good girls know how good it feels to get what you deserve. Just so long as you aren't acting up on purpose to make me spank you. If that starts happening I'll need to find another way to hurt you."

You shake your head vigorously. "No Master, never!" And you mean it; it wouldn't feel as good if you knew you hadn't earned it for one of your stupid mistakes.

"Good," says Master. "I think you're ready for your final lesson of the day." He moves you off his lap without giving you your spanking, which disappoints you a little, but when you get your face out of the sofa and turn around your heart leaps with sudden thrill. He has removed his boxers, letting his erection hang in front of you. "It's time you learned how to suck my cock."

Without you quite noticing, most of the shame has slipped away from you throughout the day, but you're reminded of it in this moment. You remember how much you wanted to taste him in your dream, how it felt disgusting and ecstatic and violating and thrilling all at the same time. You hate yourself for what you've already become; a day of orgasm denial and you're already his simpering little slut? Are you really that weak?

But what else should you do? Fight for your life, be punished over and over, live your life in a cage waiting until someone is ready to rape you? Isn't this way better? Why force yourself to be miserable when you can feel this good all the time? You can still work on your escape plan. It doesn't mean you can't enjoy yourself along the way. So you leave your shame behind; let it fall off you like a coat you've grown too big for. You get on your knees in front of Master. You look up into his cold eyes. And you begin to suck his cock.

He likes you to look at him. That's good, because you like looking at him too. You like to see his face react to each movement of your lips, each flick of your tongue. His head is dripping with precum—you realize today's activities have probably teased him just as much as they did you, and he didn't even get the release you did. It's warm and salty and just flavorful enough to tease you after the three meals of oatmeal you've had today. You feel yourself dripping with anticipation of what his cum will taste like. You feel insane. You don't know if you've ever been this horny in your life.

He likes it when you lick that strip of skin on the underside of his head, but it's too much all on its own. He shows you how to switch it up, swirling the head of his cock around your tongue, pushing up and down his shaft with your lips and cheeks and throat. He's not interested in shoving himself down your throat with every thrust—he likes throatfucking, he says, but that's not what this is about. This is about you servicing him, not him masturbating with you as a proxy. Still, he likes it when you take his whole cock down your throat, especially when you use your hand to play with his balls at the same time.

At some point he transitions to sitting down, and you to laying belly-down on the couch with your head bobbing in his lap. He lays his head back and moans softly, and you swell with pride at how good you're able to make him feel. His hand is on the back your head, not pushing you onto him, just running his hand through your hair, scratching your scalp with his manicured nails. It feels so good you almost can't keep sucking. You wonder if anyone has ever cum from having their head scratched.

He's getting close. You can feel it in the way his cock swells, the way his fingers become more frenetic on your scalp. You close your eyes and you're back in the dream, watching the bulge of cum speed toward you, dying to know what he tastes like. Then he's gripping you by the hair and lifting you off him, letting your cheek rest on his thigh. "That's enough," he says. "Or you'll make me cum."

"No!" you say, whipping your head up to face him. "I mean, I'm sorry Master, just...please, please may I taste your cum?"

He stares into your eyes, that appraising expression seeming to penetrate your mind and slither through your darkest secrets. He strokes your cheek. "Usually I prefer to cum in your pussy," he says. "But today I'll make an exception, because you've been such a good girl."

You almost weep with relief. "Thank you Master. Thank you so much." You return your attention to his cock, and he moans with renewed pleasure. You feel his weight shifting, and a moment later his hand is sliding between you and the couch, and his fingers are working your clit exactly how you like it. You moan into his cock and lift your ass up to give him better access.

It doesn't take either of you very long. He was seconds away from bursting a moment ago, and you've been in a state of sustained arousal since this morning. He tells you to finish him off with that move he likes, licking under the head, so you do just that. As his fingers quicken across your clit and his cock stiffens in your mouth, you suck your lips onto his head, stroke his shaft with your hand, and flick your tongue across that strip of skin as fast as you can. His fingers reach a fever pitch and you find your ass raising further in the air as your legs straighten, your toes splay out, your back arches. A wonderful, aching glow pours through your pussy and into your stomach and you close your eyes as his cock finally erupts into your mouth. Mouthful after mouthful of warm, thick cum shoots out of him, almost faster than you can swallow, and you feel the dream of this morning melting away. The dream was hot, sure, but it can't stand up to real thing. The texture of his cum on your lips and tongue. The pleasure radiating through your body as his fingers softly stroke you clit and labia. The way it feels to have him in your stomach, like a part of him is becoming a part of you. The feeling of his softening cock against your lips, his balls in your mouth as you run a sensual hand through the hair on his legs. You close your eyes, trying to capture this moment forever.

He lets you stay there as he turns on the TV. You don't understand the show he's watching—it's in a language you don't speak, and your brain is too fluttery at the moment to follow the subtitles—but it doesn't matter. The feeling of his skin against your skin, his cock against your cheek, his hand playing absentmindedly through your hair...it's perfect bliss. Just this morning you were thinking about how to fight back, how to escape. Why would you ever want to leave if you get to feel like this everyday? You'll probably feel differently in the morning, but for right now you allow the moment to take you, let yourself be carried away on a wave of warm, happy calm.

Some time later you are dimly aware of him lifting you, carrying you, placing you in your bed. You snuggle into your lovely sheets, only half awake, and the last thing you remember is him lowering his head between your legs to give you a good night kiss.

[theunholybastard]

Kinktober: October 27th - Shower Sex (Papa Emeritus IV x Female!Reader)

Tags: Established Relationship, Shower Sex, Groping, Creampie, 1st Person POV

The night ended with me and Copia covered in sweat, saliva, cum, and maybe the teeniest amount of blood. It's hard to tell.

After a long and passionate afternoon of love making, chugging a bottle of water to rehydrate, (and Copia chugging down a juice box instead) we had a short yet heated discussion on who gets to take a shower first. Deciding we were both equally filthy, and both desperately wanting to use up all the hot water on our aching bodies, we decided to shower together. It saves time and water, a perfect solution! If only Copia knew how to keep his damn hands to himself.

I put most of the blame on him, but in reality, it's equally my doing, too. How can I resist, when he's in such close proximity to me in a steamy atmosphere, naked, wet, and vulnerable? Rubbing soap down his bare body, rubbing shampoo into his scalp and being entrusted to not get any in his eyes, seeing him so exposed in a non sexual setting, it's almost more intimate than the sex itself. What can I say? It turns me on.

It also doesn't help that his cock stands tall every time we shower together, no doubt thinking the exact same naughty things I'm thinking about him and his body. He seems to get particularly excited when there's bubbles covering my tits, eyes bulging as he stares like a cartoon character. Whenever his cock twitches, I can practically hear the 'boi-ing!' sound effect echoing throughout the bathroom.

This time was no exception. It was just supposed to be an innocent shower, but the both of us were stupid for thinking it could possibly turn out otherwise. Don't we know each other? We should know by now, hands will always wander. Like right now, as he scrubs down my back, diligently washing everywhere I couldn't reach, his fingertips graze my back, lingering right above my ass for a not so subtle moment. I smirk. "What are you thinking about, hm?"

"You already know." He grinned goofily, his cock slowly growing. I shake my head, rolling my eyes playfully. "It's just a shower, you pervert." I giggle, pretending to be annoyed. He gets closer, wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his face in my neck.

"But you're irresistible, amore mio." He coos, kissing up my neck to my jaw. "I cannot help myself, seeing you like this." I swat his arm gently, the obcene wet slapping sound bounces against the damp walls of the shower. I bet I'm going to be hearing a lot more of that in a minute.

"How many more loads do you have left in you?" I question in a scolding tone, though I know full well how aroused I am, and the moment he suggests anything, I'll be on him instantaneously. "After all that fucking, and you want more?"

"I always want more from you," He purred, nibbling on my earlobe in attempts to seduce me. Jokes on him, I'm already sopping wet, and not just from the water. "And what better place to do it than the shower? No mess to worry about, we can just get clean and dirty at the same time, eh?" His soapy hands run down my hips, to my pubic mound, lightly caressing and teasing me.

My lip quivers, my resolve quickly dissipating. "You do have a point..." I murmur, grinding my ass back against him, feeling his hardness against my glistening skin, subtly smiling to myself. He groans, shuddering softly.

"Cazzo... lean against the wall for me, will you, baby? And put your leg up, too." He asked gently, giving my ass a light slap. I chuckle and do as he asked, pressing my chest against the wall of the shower, leg up against the rim of the tub, almost losing my balance with only one foot to hold me on the slippery floor now. His hand remained on my hip the whole time. "I got you, amore. You're safe." He assured.

He lined himself up with my entrance spread for him, now fully hardened and ready to take me. He pushes in, arms wrapped securely around me to make sure there are no possible slips occurring. My mouth hung agape, the stretch beautifully pleasurable. I don't even need to be prepped by his fingers to take his length, he just fits in my cunt so perfectly, as if we were made for each other, like two puzzle pieces connecting.

"Fuck, you feel so good." He grunts, thrusting in and out with ease, my slick enveloping him like a comforting warm hug. The tip of his dick brushed against my g-spot from this angle, each thrust either slamming against it or just barely grazing it, both sensations driving me crazy. He kisses the back of my head softly, taking a second to smell my shampoo, letting out a little hum of satisfaction.

The stream from the shower head poured down on us, as our wet, shiny bodies molded together. It was intoxicating, the warmth of the water on me mixed with the heavy scent of his fruity body wash and his skin rubbing against mine, it made my head swirl and fog with lust. Every nerve in me felt like it was vibrating, taking every ounce of willpower in me to not buckle and collapse, the magic movements of his cock rendering me weak.

He was always such a giving and attentive lover, one hand snaking around my waist to rub at my swollen clit, his finger movements skilled, causing me to grip around his manhood like a vice. He was determined to make me cum first, and lucky for him, my orgasm was rapidly approaching.

"Are you going to cum for me, beautiful? Yeah? Oh, s-such a good girl." He huffs and puffs, growing close himself, the multiple orgasms he had previously not making it easy to last as long as he wants. "Give me one more orgasm tonight, amore. I need to feel you, baby, I know you can do it..."

His words of encouragement are all I needed, one last pound against my g-spot has me making a mess around his length in an instant, falling apart with a scream, sounding like a porn star. The clenching of my cunt suffocating his poor sensitive cock, warm juices surrounding him, it wasn't long till he followed, spilling himself within me.

Pulling out with a hiss, his spend leaks from me, quickly being washed away from the water, that has now started to run cold. "S-should we wrap up about now? I think we've got everything..." He asks, catching his breath, both of us clinging to each other for balance. He leans over to turn the shower handle off. I snicker, hand clasped over my mouth.

"There's still shampoo in your hair, hun."

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[fem-floral]

Bed Chem - Pezzy x Reader

Summary: Reader is a famous musician performing their hit song, Bed Chem, with a special surprise at the end.

cw: f!reader, suggestive material

AN: Heavily inspired by @chaos-chloe's fic Juno! Thought I'd try my hand at one of my favorite songs from Sabrina Carpenter, ending pose inspired from the Nashville show!

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As I was finishing laying my heart on stage during “Lie To Girls”, I caught a glimpse of the security guard at the end of the stage signal to Pezzy with a discreet thumbs up which he returned.

The lights go down low as we all get in our spots for one of my favorite numbers, “Bed Chem”. It’s all about love, sultriness, and embodying the sexiest part of ourselves. My outfit, with the little see-through shawl, is so cute and adds the perfect amount of sexy coverage.

As I hear the opening beats, I get into position laying on the round bed cornered on the stage. My dancers, strutting along with the screen curtains, closing them as we get a little steamy for this next song.

I smile at the camera hidden above me while my picture blooms on the screens to my adoring audience. 

If Pezzy’s jaw could drop any farther, it would be on the floor like a cartoon character. He looks to the guys, eyes almost bulging out, in adoration for his girlfriend. The guys were wearing big smiles in support of their best friend, Grizzy patting his back hard out of excitement.

“Bro, look at your girl!” Grizzy says.

“I was expecting a lot but this is even better,” Pezzy said, turning into the widest smile he could muster.

Feeling the energy from the crowd, I wink towards the camera as I began the first verse.

“I was in a sheer dress the day that we met

We were both in a rush, we talked for a sec”

I sang, switching my arm and leg positions to add some alluring energy to my performance.

“You're friendin' me up so we could connect

And what are the odds? You sent me a text”

I sang, thinking about how Pezzy and I first met. I was good friends with Grizzy for a few years due to our music connection, featuring on some of his unreleased beats he was working on. I ended up over their house for a party they were throwing and Pezzy immediately caught my eye. 

We talked for hours at that party and the next day, he added me on everything, including Discord, and we got to chatting. A lot.

“And now the next thing I know, I'm like

Manifest that you're oversized

I digress, got me scrollin' like

Out of breath, got me goin' like”

I can’t lie, the second he followed me I did a little deep dive on his Instagram. This line reigns true to exactly how I felt seeing his posts for the first time. How adorable his smile was, how big that mirror is…

As I continue the vocals, I turn to the opening on the bed as the curtains open up to reveal me to the audience for the first time. I am greeted by the roars of screams of my fans.

“Who's the cute boy with the white jacket

And the thick accent? Like

Ooh (ah)”

My brain immediately goes to my love for Pezzy’s fashion sense. His countless jackets, my favorite being his varsity ones, were my inspiration. He always shows up and out when planning his outfits; simple but stylish.

“Maybe it's all in my head

But I bet we'd have really good bed chem”

My dancers (aka best friends) joined me on the bed on stage, pulling off their choreography seamlessly. I join them in the movements, feeling like I’m floating with adrenaline, being able to do the job I love, performing for the love of my life.

“How you pick me up, pull 'em down, turn me 'round, oh, it just makes sense

How you talk so sweet when you're doin' bad things”

One of my favorite lines, I make eye contact with Pezzy right in front of me, signaling a spark between us that is only getting stronger. I hold the contact with him for the next few lines as I get on all fours, seeing a slight smirk on his face.

“That's bed (bed) chem (chem)

How you're lookin' at me, yeah, I know what that means and I'm obsessed

Are you free next week? I bet we'd have really good-”

My girls come file next to and behind me getting ready for the next verse, a cheeky play on words that seems to be in everyone’s head. 

“Come ride on me, I mean, camaraderie

Said you're not in my time zone but you wanna be

Where art thou? Why not upon-eth me?

See it in my mind, let's fulfill the prophecy”

The teasing choreography only added to the screams of the audience. Hearing the audience sing my lyrics back to me was even more fulfilling, bringing a sense of joy and fun to humans that want to let loose and embrace our connection of love.

“Who's the cute guy with the wide, blue eyes

And the big bad mm? Like”

I twirl my hair around my finger, finding Pezzy again in the audience, looking for his bright eyes. Every one of our movements are calculated and I especially needed that calculated look to be right on him for this song.

“I know it sound a bit redundant”

I sing, as I drop it low, legs spread, eyes on him. The audience is quite hard to see in this lighting but I think you could see his jaw drop from across the arena. His jaw drop turned into his cheeky smile he does, his tongue caught in his teeth, as he shakes his head at me in disbelief.

But I bet we'd have really good bed chem”

My male dancers joined me on stage, about to take their respective  partners of my girl dancers for the rest of the song, producing their own pretend “bed chem” on stage.

“How you pick me up, pull 'em down, turn me 'round, oh, it just makes sense (just makes sense)

How you talk so sweet when you're doin' bad things

That's bed (bed) chem (oh, that's bed chem)

How you're lookin' at me, yeah, I know what that means and I'm obsessed (so obsessed)

Are you free next week? I bet we'd have really good (bed chem)”

I look around at my girls on the bed with the biggest smiles on their faces as we roll around the bed, hitting the sexiest poses we could think of, hitting each beat as I deliver my next lines.

“And I bet we'd both arrive at the same time (bed chem)

And I bet the thermostat's set at six-nine (bed chem)

And I bet it's even better than in my head (my, ooh)”

During the interlude of the song, we do a little choreography laying on the bed as the camera comes back above us. 

Pezzy gives a goofy salute to the boys as he gets over the barricade they were standing at. They all look at him like he was crazy, Grizzy trying to grab his shoulder but decides against it because he knows what he’s doing. Right?

The security guard escorts him to the side of the stage quickly so he can make his big cue. Girls are screaming as they see him being escorted, wondering what was going on. 

As I deliver the vocals for the last chorus, we come back to the audience as my girls slowly slink off the bed to go to their stage partners. 

I look out at the audience and make out the figures of the guys, minus one, knowing my plan is in action. At this point, Pezzy is backstage, holding the camera that will cast his perspective of me to my enamoured fans.

I am the last one on the bed, getting out of the straddle position I was in. I look in the side mirror and catch the eyes of Pezzy, waiting for his turn with the most evil smile I have ever seen on him. It was one of pride, mischief, and love in his smile and eyes. 

I smirk back, milking the situation we are in as much as I can. Looking at myself in the back mirror, I get on all fours and push my butt out to the audience which was met with screams from everyone.

Pezzy sneaks out from behind the set with his camera, making sure to get some good angles (as I told him to do) which are shown on the big screens.

“Oh shit!” As if it couldn’t get more distinct in voices, we could tell it was Droid and Grizzy screaming for us. Puffer just stood astounded that 1) Pezzy is doing this and 2) he’s doing it in front of thousands of people. 

He’s in front of thousands of people on the daily for streams, but this? Never would’ve seen it coming.

I mouth ‘Hi baby’ and wave to the camera between my vocalizations before the camera cuts out and the curtains close on the bed.

Only left with our silhouettes, I grab his face and give him a quick but big kiss before doing our rehearsed ending sequence.

I grab the fuzzy handcuffs from under one of the pillows and wave them in his face. He grabs them from my hand and pushes me down on the bed and spreads my legs and moves closer on his knees to me.

Too quickly, the silhouette fades and is replaced by a kiss print to save the rest to imagination.

We ran backstage since I have to go do a quick change for the next segment of the show but not before I planted a big kiss and hug on him.

“You were so incredible,” Pezzy says, bear hugging me. 

“Thank you, I really am so happy you did this, you make me so happy,” I say, holding his cheeks.

He kisses me on the forehead as he goes back with the security guard back to their spots in the audience. He was met back with aggressive head rubs and pats on the back for their buddy, ready for whatever more the show has to offer.

[twilghtkoo]

summary. haechan gets hurt but you know that with him it’s not going to be as simple as putting a band-aid on it

pairings. haechan x reader (f)

genre. fluff, crack? friends to lovers??

word count. 1.64k

warnings. mentions of blood, a creepy man stares at reader

notes. me finding hello kitty bandaids in a store and buying them sparked this idea so :D like and reblog if you enjoy this !!

masterlist

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your dear friend is one stubborn person. one who seeks excitement wherever he can find it and likes to find things out the hard way. in this case being, falling off of a skateboard. you told him to not ride too fast and to not go down the small pavement hill, and what did he do? go down the hill riding too fast. the hill had caused him to accelerate unwillingly and him not being able to stop himself before he collided with the ground.

you gasped at the scene from the bench that was a bit of a distance between you and haechan, who is lying still in the grass. he’s not dead, just lying face down suffering from embarrassment and moaning in pain.

you let out a big sigh, grabbing all of yours and his belongings before crouching down next to the limp body.

you carefully reach out your hand to place on his back. “haechan…”

he flinched at your presence, turning over slowly. “no go away, let me lie in my own embarrassment and pain alone.” he breathes out. his eyes are shut tightly as he holds his hip and his knees brought to his chest.

you roll your eyes at him, shoving his hand away to take a close look at his knee. “you’re a drama queen, you know that?”

his knee suffered the most from the fall, his hip for sure will have a bruise tomorrow.

you wince at the blood, the . “you’re bleeding haechan, we have to get back to the bench so i can clean it up.” you inform him.

he shakes his head, bringing his forearm to cover his face. “no, just leave me here to bleed out.”

you scoff, shaking your head before you take the arm that hides his face and pulling him up to his feet.

“shit,” he curses.

you allow him to use you for support as you both struggle to make your way back to the park bench. he sits himself down and finally glances at his knee.

his eyes bulge out at the bloody sheet on his knee. “ew, oh my god, that’s a lot of blood.”

you nod, “it’s not too bad, thank goodness. stay here i’m going to run to the convenience store and get stuff to clean it up.” and you’re gone before he can argue, leaving him alone with a bloody knee and an aching hip.

the doorbell chimes once you walk into the store, giving the worker a nod as you make your way to where the bandages are. there’s the store brand, a brand you recognize from tv and there’s some fun cartoon ones. pokémon, baby shark, toy story and others.

a certain box is quickly in your hands as you smirk to yourself. grabbing a few other things before making your way to pay for it.

“hey squirrel, did you see how i fell? was it embarrassing?” haechan speaks to the small animal that is munching on something next to his feet. the squirrel doesn’t react in any way, obviously. and he wonders to himself why he doesn’t listen to you, knowing you’re always right. why did he itch to go down that stupid hill and tumble to his doom. in front of you.

“look at all this blood. can you believe i fell in front of the girl i like.” he speaks again, but more like to himself as he stares at the gash on his knee and the drop of blood trickling down his leg.

you and him are close friends. first meeting each other at the movie theater when a few studio ghibli movies were showing. you ripped his ticket up in your cute work uniform behind the counter, making small conversation and telling him that spirited away was your favorite movie and telling him to enjoy the film.

and he enjoyed the film, even coming back out the theater room and finding you in the same spot you both met earlier. you were a quiet character, not much of a talker but just because you didn’t really have much to say but you loved listening. you love and care for people in your own way, something he admires and loves about you. to strangers you may seem closed off but when you grow comfortable with someone you’re very high spirited.

he hears footsteps running quickly to his side, the squirrel scurrying off probably to the tree behind him. goodbye, little friend.

you slow your pace down once you’re near him, a warm smile on your face as you wave the bag in your hand in front of him.

“i’m back,” you huffed, crouching and placing the bag down next to you. your bottom lip is sucked in between your teeth, deeply concentrated as you take out the essentials.

“i’m just gonna clean it with water real quick, okay?” you show him the water bottle and napkins in your hands.

you carefully pour the liquid onto the napkins, your hand grabs the back of his knee as you bring it closer to the abrasion.

before the wet cloth touches him, he flinches away. “wait!” he yelps.

you jump, “what?”

“i’m scared,” he pouts.

your hands drop. “of what?”

“it’s gonna burn!”

“oh my god, haechan do not start.”

he lightly kicks his leg away from you, shielding his wound with his hands.

“haechan i will literally hold you down, it’s not gonna hurt that bad. i promise.” you try to threaten him. you reach for his leg again, wiping the blood that trickled it’s way down and stained his white socks.

his eyes follow another pair of feet walking past you, a man in a tracksuit ogles at your back. haechan follows his eyes to you, and he realizes you’re wearing a dress. haechan’a eyes narrow at the man but the stranger isn’t ashamed as he keeps looking back at you. he’s sure the man can feel his hard stares but is just ignoring him and that makes his blood coil. haechan shrugs his zip up sweater off and cooly throws it over your shoulders, it’s big enough on you to cover the draft to any passersby’s.

you look at the sweater on your shoulders but ignore it, he observes you for a bit before dropping his shoulders. “hmph, fine.”

“and look!” you gasp, reaching down beside you to hold out the small box of hello kitty band aids with a big smile curving your lips upwards.

haechan’s face deadpans. “how old are you?”

you frown, taken back. “what? they’re bandages, but cute. do you want to bleed out? don’t disrespect miss hello kitty.” you stuck your chin out.

he laughs, “i’m a grown ass man, i’m not slapping hello kitty on my battle scar.”

now it’s your turn to laugh. “a grown ass man that fell and acted like he was on the brink of death. yeah, okay. give me your knee,” you demanded.

you quickly dab as much blood away as you can through haechan’s hisses. wiping away the dried blood was a bit hard since he was fighting you but it’s all clean.

“green or pink?” you ask.

he tilts his head, thinking before he answers green.

you take the selected band-aid, the hello kitty that is customized with a green bow and green dress, a blue colored sky behind her and a red flower on the ground that matches her outfit. how cute.

you peel it off from the wrapper, gently placing it over his wound.

you crumble the trash in your hands and place it inside the grocery bag. “all better now, see? wasn’t so bad.”

you stand up, wincing from the position you were sat in for so long before haechan’s long, slick fingers wrapped around your wrist.

“wait, you forgot something.” he tells you.

“huh, what did i forget?” you genuinely ask.

he looks at you seriously. “you have to kiss it better, so it’ll heal quicker.”

your lips part and your cheeks heat up. “what…” the word barely leaves past your lips.

he raises his eyebrows expectantly, as if he’s waiting.

you shake your head, snatching your hand out of his grasp. “be serious, haechan.”

“i’m being very serious,” he tells you. “come on, don’t you want me to get better?”

“it’s just a scrape, your leg isn’t broken.” can he hear the thumping in your chest? god, it’s like it’s ringing in your ears.

you know he’s not gonna let you get away without actually kneeling down and kissing his knee. he will put up a fight in this park and you know it. he likes to tease you.

but how can he ask that question so freely. your lips have never touched any part of his skin because friends don’t do that!

it’s like he loves torturing you, contributing these heartfelt acts unknowingly like an arrow to your heart.

“you big baby.” you mumble out, crouching down and taking a clear glimpse at the cute bandage on his skin, it makes you smile.

haechan gazed at you, anticipating the moment your lips touch his skin. he is so sure that once your lips come in contact with his knee, he’ll be able to run a marathon. can you hear the thumping in his chest?

your face nears his knee, you pucker your lips and you gently place a kiss just below the bandage.

you clear your throat. “there. better now?” you try to act cool, standing to your feet and peering down at your friend.

“i don’t know, can you watch how far i run?” and your friend zooms past you, running across the grass field as if he wasn’t whining and limping by your side just a few moments ago.

“what the hell?” you shout out, chasing after him. “how are you running? yah, lee donghyuck!”

[adrienneleclerc]

Do you think you can do a Daniel Ricardo imagine

Where YN is a country singer and I don't know maybe all of the drivers gets invited to a country CMT in Texas and do you think you can make yn inspired by Lainey Wilson if you haven't listened to any of her music I highly recommend you to listen to some yeah that's it and I love the Carlos and MMA imagine it was beautiful and adorable and I loved it so yeah I hope you can do something with this one XOXO🇲🇽🫶🥰

Hi! Thank you so much for liking the Carlos x MMA imagine, you are actually my number 1 requester 🫶🏽 When you say "y/n inspired by Lainey Wilson", I studied her personality. I have watched her performances, listened to some of her music, and watched an interview. But Becky G will always be in my moodboards/headers because she is my idol. You could obviously picture Lainey Wilson if you want. Sorry it took SOOOO long

Country Love

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x Country Singer! Reader

Summary: With the Austin Grand Prix being held on the same weekend as the CMT Music Awards, the drivers were invited to the award show, especially because of Daniel's affinity for country music.

Warning: Spelling and grammatical errors, inaccuracies about the CMT Music Awards and country music in general.

A/N: I saw the video of Lainey Wilson singing "The Best of Both Worlds" on YouTube and i LOVED it!! Like girly impersonated Hannah Montana when she was younger so the fact she sung a Hannah song in front of Miley Cyrus herself is just iconic. Also, Becky G being in the moodboard literally means nothing, its still YOU.

Weeks before the Austin Grand Prix, the F1 drivers received calls about attending the CMT Music Awards. The drivers were all excited to have gotten invited to the award show, especially Daniel Ricciardo in particular since he loves country music so much. What’s even better is that VCARB team principal, Laurent Mekies, invited country singer, Y/N L/N, who just so happens to be Daniel’s favorite country singer, to their garage, but thats a surprise.

Daniel walked into the paddock talking to Yuki and Max about how insane and unreasonable the FIA are being when Daniel spotted Y/N walking side by side with her manager. He has completely checked out of the conversation until Yuki punched his arm.

"Ow, Yuki, what the fuck was that for?" Daniel asked, rubbing his arm.

"You weren't paying attention to us! What's up with that?" Yuki asked.

"Sorry, mate, bui just saw Y/N, as in THE Y/N." Daniel said, turning his head to try and spot her again but she was nowhere to be seen.

"Was she wearing a cowgirl hat or something?" Max asked, chuckling. Daniel looked back at him.

"Of course not, don't be ridiculous. She was wearing a baseball cap though. Do you think she's a guest of Ferrari or Mercedes? You know what, maybe she's McLaren's guest, Lando likes country music too." Daniel said. "Damn, they're so lucky they will get to meet her."

"Didn't know you were such a fanboy, Danny." Yuki said, causing both him and Max to laugh.

"She is a talented artist, you know. Can't believe she's here and i won't be able to talk to her until the award show. And thats IF i see her." Daniel said.

"Stop pouting, mate. We have two hours until the race, maybe you'll see her. I gotta head back to RedBull." Max said, patting both men on the back before walking away.

"We should head to our hospitality too." Yuki said and Daniel nodded, following him into VCARB where Y/N had her back turned, talking to Laurent and Daniel's eyes practically bulge out of his head. "Wow, its like watching a cartoon." Yuki comments, looking between Daniel and Y/N.

Laurent and Y/N stop talking and she turns around to face Daniel. Daniel straightens up to make a good impression, or at least try to. Laurent leads Y/N to his two drivers. Daniel was the first one to speak up.

"I'm Daniel Ricciardo, it is so nice to meet you." Daniel said, reaching for Y/N's hand to shake it.

"It's nice to meet you too, Daniel. I'm.." Y/N started.

"You're Y/N L/N, you won the Grammy for best country album, well deserved, by the way, Bell Bottom Country and Whirlwind has been on replay since i landed in Texas." Daniel said and that shocked Y/N.

"Nice job scaring the poor girl." Yuki commented.

"Wow, thank you so much, Daniel. I never would have thought that an F1 driver would be such a big fan of my music." Y/N said.

"I'm Yuki Tsunoda, by the way, if it matters." Yuki spoke up, looking in between Y/N and Daniel.

"Its nice to meet you Yuki. Will you be going to the CMT Awards too?" Y/N askd.

"I won't, actually. But Daniel is very excited for the award show." Yuki said, patting Daniel on the back.

"Can't wait to see you there. I'll let you two get back to whatever it is drivers do." Y/N said, leaving them. Daniel watched her leave and Yuki had to wave his hand in front of his face.

"Laurent, i think he's broken!" Yuki yelled and that snapped Daniel out of his trance.

"I am not broken. Lets go over the plans." Daniel said.

The Grand Prix finished and Daniel wasted no timw to go to his hotel room and change into something more presentable for the CMT Awards. Leaving his room, he spotted Lando already in the lobby with Max.

"Am i early or late?" Daniel asked.

"Early, but so are we. Heard that your celebrity crush was in the paddock." Lando said.

"Yes! She is so beautiful in person." Daniel commented.

"He was staring at her while we were talking. If it was a cartoon, he would be drooling with big hearts for eyes." Max said.

"Haha, lets go, I want to see if i can talk to Y/N some more on the red carpet." Daniel said.

When they arrived, the paparazzi was asking for photos and it was all good until Daniel found out he was taking photos next to Y/N so like the gentleman he was, he waited until Y/N noticed him.

"Oh my god, Daniel, you're here!" Y/N exclaimed before hugging Daniel, he hugged her back. "You guys must be Max and Lando, it was a great race, really."

"Thank you, I'm a fan of your music. My favorite song from your new album is definitely 'Call A Cowboy', you're very talented." Lando said.

"Thank you so much. We should all take a photo togther!" Y/N said

"Great idea! You should stand next to Daniel and then Lando and I will be on each side." Max suggest. Y/N nods and Daniel has his arm around Y/N's waist. While taking the poictre, Daniel leaned down to Y/N's ear to whisper.

"Would you be interested in going out with me tomorrow night?" Daniel asked. Y/N looked up at him, smiled, and then asked him to lean down so she could whisper.

"I'd love to. You feel like waiting for me so we could get Wendy's after?" Y/N asked and Daniel immediately nodded. After the photo ops, they walked into the theater. "DM me on instagram and I'll give you my phone number later." Y/N said closer to Daniel and pulled away to adress the other F1 drivers that came later. "Hope you guys enjoy my performance." Y/N left.

"Danny, are you okay?" Oscar asked

"God bless Texas." Daniel said before they walked in to take their seats.

The End

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