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Osculate - Jung Hoseok / J-Hope
Prompt: You kissed someone at the party last night⊠but who?
Prompt request: HERE
Genre/tags: friends to lovers, producer! Hobi, slight drama, slow burn(?), mentions of cheating ex
Pairing: Hoseok x she/her reader
a/n: Welcome back Hobi <3 this is my first time writing about him! Also this turns to be longer than expected but we love the drama hehe
The gentle touch.Â
The soft feel of a pair of lips touching yours for a brief moment.Â
You kissed someone at the party last night⊠but who?
The thoughts were going on circles in your head.Â
The first thing you realized when you woke up was a pang of headache. Of course, you were supposed to listen to your friends. Maybe drinking gin straight from the bottle wasnât such a good idea. Of course it was not, but your ex was in the function.
The worse part was that he couldnât even be considered as an ex. It had been a little over six months since the whole drama with Jaehyun. You went through somewhat of a situationship with him. Honestly, you liked the guy, couldnât exactly say you had strong feelings for him, but you both agreed to enjoy the flow and get to know each other at a slow pace. For two months you both did all things couples do without any label, but it was not the main problem cause you had a conversation before about it⊠right? WRONG. He had a girlfriend the whole time. What a joke.Â
Truth to be told, you were not that upset to see his face there. To you, even though he had basically ruined your perspective of men forever, it was all in the past. You couldnât forgive him but there was nothing you could really do, life was just like that sometimes. What disheartened you was your friends inviting him in the first place.Â
You had only ever told the whole story to two of them, that being Namjoon and Jungkook. Namjoon was the one who you called the first second you found out, and Jungkook the next day since you knew Jaehyun from him after all. You hoped that telling him would at least make him consider their friendship and to not trust him anymore, but you continued to see him occasionally in the photos of their stories.
Maybe Namjoon and Jungkook never told the others about it, it wasnât their fault that Taehyung didnât know and decided to invite him to his birthday party. Who knows, who cares. You were on your sixth shot of the night and you were feeling emotional. Fuck your friends for being insensitive really.Â
Soon after the shots turned into drinking directly from the bottle, the memories were quick to fade away in a blur.Â
âHow did I even get hereâŠâ You mumbled to yourself. You still had the mini dress from last night on, but you were wearing your hoodie on top of it. You wondered if this happened because the person who helped you knew where you kept your hoodies. Coming from the party, the only people who could possibly knew that information were probably Namjoon, but that man couldnât drive to safe his life. Was it Jin? After all he also had been to your place a few times before to play some video games, at least he knew where your bedroom was.Â
The noise coming from your kitchen did sound suspicious though.Â
âHoseok?!â
You were very surprised to find him, considering he had never been to your place before and you couldnât remember any major interaction with him the night before.Â
âFinally!â His smile almost blinded you. âYou alright? Sorry I had to use your kitchen, but I made us some pancakes.â
âIâm fine, thank you⊠I uh⊠what happened?â You said, sitting down on your dining table.Â
âYou got super drunk last night, long story short I got you here. Namjoon helped but he had to leave. We were worried to leave you alone, so that's why I'm here. Thank God you got your keys on a carabiner on your belt, or else we wouldnât be here.â
âGosh, what happened in between?â
âNothing much, you were just dancing around, spilled drink on Taehyung and his girlfriend, not sure it was an accident though, and unfortunately you couldnât make it to the ladies restroom so you puked right in front of the door.â
âShitâŠâ You facepalmed. âIâm so sorry you had to see that.â
âCome on, Iâve seen you drunk before itâs fine.â He said while placing the pancakes on two different plates.Â
âBut it wasnât like this.â You shook your head.Â
âItâs fine.â He smiled, somehow the look in his eyes softened. âAfter what happened with Jaehyun, honestly⊠I get it.âÂ
âOh.â You looked down to your lap. âDid Namjoon tell you?âÂ
He paused, finally taking a seat next to you on your small dining table. âYou kinda told me last nightâŠâ
âOf course I did.â You chuckled, rolling your eyes. âSorry for trauma dumping, I guess.âÂ
âYou donât remember anything?!âÂ
âI donât remember anything after I finished that bottle of Bombay Sapphire.â You shrugged, bitting your inner cheek.Â
âThatâs⊠unfortunate.â He flashed a disappointed grin. âAlthough I must say, Iâve always secretly hated that guy for no reason, glad to finally have one.â He sneered.Â
You looked at him amusingly. âWhy didnât you tell me before?!â
âDunno, I just feel like I donât have anything to backup my opinion and I saw how you looked at him. I just knew you wouldnât listen to me anyway.â
âFair.â You said with a spoonful of pancake in your mouth.Â
âHey, Iâve told you this yesterday but Iâm gonna repeat myself again since you donât remember anything,â He smiled, moving his body to face your direction. âItâs not your fault. He did that because heâs a bad person and that has nothing to do with your quality as a human being.â
You sighed. âSeems like I done told you my insecurities as well.â You threw a sad smile. âThanks, I appreciate that.â
âIf you ever need validation again, come to me. But Iâll be charging you next time.â He grinned and proudly opened his arms.Â
You laughed. âThe pancakeâs lowkey fire though, I must say. Iâll treat you a meal next time.â
You ended up ordering some Chinese food while watching old Harry Potter movies in the background. Somehow the conversation just kept going and you didnât know before that hanging with Hoseok was this much of fun. You even let him borrow an oversized T-shirt of yours before going home, since you felt bad that he was still with what he wore yesterday.Â
You had fun and the question of a faint memory soon left your mind. Why bother? It was probably just a stranger that you would rather not know about.Â
From later getting the meal you promised him, the friendship only continued to blossom more from there.Â
**
It was a random day after work when you decided to join Yoongi and Namjoon in their studio. Hoseok was supposed to join later after visiting his parents. The cool thing about having producer friends was that you could basically get free early listen to various singersâ songs. And their studio being very cozy and spacious was also a plus point. The company they worked for was also quite chill about visitors.Â
âJimin just texted me, he said he wants to join just for the preview of the song Iâm writing for Megan Thee Stallion.â Namjoon said after reading his text.Â
âIsnât his dance class not done until eight or something?â You asked.Â
âHe recently switched to morning shift, I heard. Something about being too old to teach in that hour.â Yoongi chuckled.Â
âHe always say that, but I just know heâs gonna be the healthiest when we are old, cause all of us have jobs that requires multiple hours of sitting down. Unlike him.â You said.Â
âAinât that right.â Yoongi groaned, suddenly fixing his posture. âBy the way, whereâs Hobi?âÂ
âDidnât he tell you? Heâs visiting his parents so heâll be a little late.â You replied.Â
âJust found out about that now.â Namjoon replied, suddenly eyeing Yoongi suspiciously.Â
âWell, heâll probably just be an hour late so donât worry.â
âYouâve been hanging out with him a lot, I see.â Namjoon said. âEven heard you calling him Hobi now too.â
âAll thanks to that drunk accident, I found out over trauma dumping that I actually like hanging out with him.â You shrugged.
âGeez, donât remind me. It was so hard to convince you to come home that day.â Joon complained.Â
âWait, speaking of that dayâŠâ
You had heard the story about when you got drunk and what happened in between. But none of their stories ever mentioned about you kissing someone, which was ironic considering that was actually the only part that you faintly remembered about that night. You were sure you were not dreaming, fantasizing even. You knew it was real. You just needed to know with whom it happened, if any chance your friend witnessed the scene.Â
âDid you guys see me kissing anyone that night?â You looked at the guys back and forth.Â
âYou kissed someone?!â Namjoon gaped. âThis is another news to me.â
âI didnât even see you half of the party cause you were mostly at the dance floor and I never even left the table.â Yoongi said.Â
You sighed. âI guess itâs probably just some stranger then. I just hope itâs not Jaehyun, because hell no.â You scrunched your nose in disgust.Â
âCanât be him, he was also mostly at our table. Only left after you spilled drink all over Tae and his girl. We got you home right after that.â Namjoon explained.Â
âI need to thank you for that, cause heaven knows that fucker wouldnât stop talking about his new job and how much pay he gets now. Like dude, shut up.â Yoongi rolled his eyes.Â
âI donât know if Joon or Jungkook ever told you but⊠something horrible happened between me and Jaehyun.â You looked at Yoongi.Â
âI never told them, neither did Jungkook. We thought it wasnât our place to say so. Looking back at what happened though, we shouldâve said something. Iâm sorry.â The taller guy said, looking at you with concern in his eyes.Â
âItâs fine, I totally get it.â You assured Namjoon. âMe and Jaehyun used to have this situationship thing going on, until I found out that he has a girlfriend.â You said to Yoongi.Â
âHe has a girlfriend?!â Yoongi asked with widened eyes. You knew it was serious when he started to show a big reaction.Â
âYeah, I donât think he intends to tell you guys about it too, to maintain his image and all.âÂ
âThat shithead told us he only has two exes and barely go on dates.â Yoongi gritted his teeth. âWhy are we still friends with him??? This is fucked up!â
âJungkook didnât know the whole story, itâs my fault.â Namjoon spoke again.Â
âGuys, itâs fine⊠I donât expect you to stop hanging out with someone just because they wronged me.âÂ
âUh, you should???â Yoongi protested. âYou are our friend too.âÂ
Your heart softened at the reaction. âI donât want you guys to fight thoughâŠâ
âWe could just stop inviting him to our hangout.â Yoongi shrugged.Â
âWe need to tell the others about this, are you sure youâre okay with that?â Namjoon asked, his right hand patting your shoulder.Â
âI guess itâs about time.â You sighed. âJust please promise me youâll hold Jin down in case he wants to throw hands.â You folded your arms, holding back a smile.Â
Namjoon laughed. âIâll make sure of that.â
Just seconds later, you heard the door cracked open.Â
âYou guys are gossiping without me???âÂ
Hobi spoke as he entered the studio. He was wearing a jacket, which he took off right upon entering the room, revealing his black T-shirt that now seemed to be slowly transforming into a compression tee with him going to the gym lately.Â
âDoes he know?â Yoongi asked.Â
You nodded.Â
âWhat? What are you talking abouâ Oh⊠donât tell me itâs about that loserâŠâ
Yoongiâs lips popped a âyupâ while Namjoon just sighed.Â
âWe can finally agree that we should never invite him ever again now, right?â Hoseok said as he took his designated chair.Â
âOne hundred percent.â Namjoon said, nodding. âBy the way, have you ask Hobi if he saw?â The guy pointed at Hoseok while looking at you.Â
âOh.â Your eyebrows raised. âActually no, I havenât. Hobi, did you see me kiss anyone at the party?â
Suddenly, the said guy choked on nothing. He quickly fixed his tinted sunglasses, only to then awkwardly take them off, putting them on the table next to his keyboard.Â
âIâm sorry, what?!â Hoseok straightened his posture.Â
âIâm sure itâs not that much of a surprise, youâre overreacting.â You chuckled.Â
âI donât know⊠maybe? Who knows. Do you even remember where it happened?âÂ
You looked at the guy with slight skepticism. âI donât know. I canât even remember the face. I remember the feeling??? If thatâs not TMI.â You faked a cartoonish shiver.Â
âDid you not⊠like it?â
âI wouldnât say that.â You tilted your head slightly, pondering. âI remember feeling really soft lips, and I actually donât remember disliking it in any way. But I donât even know if I was the one who initiated the kiss.âÂ
âI see.â The guy turned away to face his computer screen. âAt least you liked it.âÂ
âI guess so.â You shrugged.Â
Jimin later joined as promised. Both of you quietly listened as the three producers continued on their work. You went out for dinner afterwards and Hobi offered to drive you home, since you used public transport.
There was a bit of oddity in his actionâs that night towards you but you couldnât put a finger on what. He just seemed a like he was holding back something and you didnât know why.Â
You also wondered since when did you start to notice how attractive Hoseok was. Had he always been this way? You were sure he did not change that much from the first day you got to know him. Because lately, he had been glowing, his smile looked extra bright, and the hair looked extra fluffy.Â
Sure his fashion taste had developed over the years but he still looked pretty much the same. Maybe you were just dumb not to realize it sooner. Or maybe itâs the new workout routine. Yes, it must be that.
**
You found yourself hanging out yet again at the threeâs studio. This time with only Hoseok, since he got something he needed to revise. You were nearby and decided to drop by with some pizzas, knowing how often these guys forgot to eat while working. After texting the group chat, you found out Hobi was the only one there, but the pizza had been bought anyway so you wouldnât want it to go to waste.Â
âMan, remember when you used to be such a fanboy for J.cole? Canât believe youâre producing for him now. Iâm so proud of you, man.â You took a bite of the slice of pepperoni pizza in your hand.Â
âI know right? I canât believe he randomly came across my SoundCloud archive.â He grinned happily.Â
âYou should try, you know⊠being an artist? You even dance well. Jiminâs words not mine.âÂ
âNah, I donât think I can handle the fame.â He shooed. âBesides, I donât think I look good enough to be an idol.â He laughed.Â
âAre you kidding me?!â
That sounded way too loud from what you intended.Â
âWhy? You actually think I look handsome or something???â He said with a judgy expression, almost as if he couldnât believe you.Â
âHasnât anyone actually told you that?â
âUh⊠no, I donât think soâ why though???â He seemed truly curious. His eyes visibly widened and he scoffed closer with his chair.Â
âDonât fucking ask why!â You retrieved, actually moving away slightly on the couch. âIt just crossed my mind, okay?â
He chuckled. âAre you actually being shy right now?âÂ
âNo, Iâm not!â You widened your eyes in horror when he got up from his seat, seemingly moving to sit next to you.Â
âItâs fine, I get that you donât actually wanna admit that Iâm hot.â He smirked.Â
âArenât you the same person who literally seconds ago said that he isnât good looking enough???â You rolled your eyes.Â
He took a slice and munched a big bite. He shrugged at you with a downturned smirk.Â
âForget I ever said that.â You scoffed.Â
âYou too.â He said after swallowing the food. âI think youâre attractive as well.â
You paused. The atmosphere had now suddenly turned thick. Your lips went tiny bit ajar, starring at him with an unbelievable look.Â
âIt hasnât changed since the first time I met you. Iâve always thought youâre attractive.â
âDo not say stuff like that.â You looked away, feeling your body burning up, stomach roamed with butterflies. âYouâre making me feel weird.âÂ
You didnât know what you did but something changed in his eyes after you said that. His face was now only inches away from you. You didnât think you had seen him looking this serious before ever in the whole time knowing him.Â
It felt too weird, so weird that the back of your mind was quietly suggesting to claim his lips. The idea sounded odd but somehow not unheard at the same time. Should you be weirded out that you were thinking of kissing your friend or should you be weirded out by the fact that the thought of kissing him didnât sound that preposterous to you? Your silly little brain could only handle so much.Â
The sound of door knob turning saved you, or maybe not. Both of you instantly jolted and faced the direction of the entrance.Â
âAm I interrupting?â Namjoon peeked.Â
âN-No.â You awkwardly scooted away from Hoseok. âI thought you wonât be coming?â
âI left my hard drive.â The tall guy said as he moved towards his desk and grabbing the said item.Â
âI see⊠Uh, do you want pizza? We still have some.â Â
âNah, just had dinner at home. You guys have fun though!â He gave a thumb up before exiting through the door.Â
âYeah, thatâs weird.â Hoseok said, putting down his unfinished slice of pizza that he still had in his hand the whole time. âIâm sorry.â He giggled awkwardly.Â
âI know right?â You laughed as well, but it sounded so fake that you internally gagged.Â
That night the thought of his eyes looking at yours sent electricity down your spine. The butterflies in your belly kept you awake.Â
**
After that, the mystery kiss never really crossed your mind again. At the end of the day, you were just glad it was not he who shall not be named.Â
Just when your mental state was heading towards a better direction, your luck decided that you had to bump into the said guy, Voldemort himself, Jaehyun. God forbid a woman just wanted to grab herself some snack at a nearby convince store. Of course his new job was near your home, because why wouldnât it be. The universe just loved to toy with you like that.Â
âY/N? Here let me get that for youâŠâ
âNo, thank you.â You forced a smile and shook your head at the cashier, signaling the lady to take your card.Â
âItâs fine, theyâre just biscuits anyway.â
âAnd I can pay them myself.â You said and quickly stormed away, hoping you would be left alone.Â
âWait!â He called, but you continued to walk out the store, unbothered.Â
You squirmed in disgust when you felt his hand stopping you by your wrist. You stopped but shook his hand off immediately. âWhat?â
âCan we talk? Iâll be quick I promise.â He said, sounding almost begging.Â
âNo, thereâs literally nothing in this world that can excuse what you did to me so I donât want any further explanation.âÂ
âI⊠I feel so guilty. The past few months Iâve been so grossed out about myselfâŠâ He spoke out anyway. He looked at you with a pathetic expression.Â
âYou did something bad so of course you were supposed to feel awful about it. What part of this is my problem?âÂ
âI think you deserve a proper apology. So⊠Iâm sorry.âÂ
âAre you still dating that girl?â You asked sternly.Â
âNo, we broke up due to distance.â
âGood. That innocent woman doesnât deserve a lying and cheating fucker like you.â You folded your arms. âIs that it?! I would like to leave now.â
âAre you with Hoseok now?â
âWhat do you mean??? Are you out of your mind?! What made you thiââ
âI saw both of you kissing at Taehyungâs party.â
A few circuits in your brain just snapped because what in the fresh hell was that. All this time, the mystery man was Hoseok all along??? But he never once told you anything about it, even after you mentioned it. Is it embarrassing for him? Did he regret it? And worse, did you force yourself on him??? There were so many questions pilling up in your head.Â
Seeing your zero response, he spoke again. âSo, youâre not dating him then?â
âItâs literally none of your business.â You simply said before moving your feet to leave him in a flash.Â
You were walking, running maybe? You couldnât even think straight. You had not even reached your apartment complex yet, but you already took your phone out, calling Hoseok without giving it a second thought.Â
âWhatâs up?â You heard the man picking up the call. âYou donât usually callâŠâ
âI kissed you.â
The line went silent for some good second, before you heard him clearing his throat. âYou finally remember?â
âWhy didnât you tell me???â You raised your voice. âI even asked you before!â
âItâs a lot more complicated than what you think.â He sighed. âAnd correction, we kissed. I kissed you back so you werenât the only one doing the kissing here.â
Your heart skipped a beat. Maybe two.Â
âAre you home? Can I come over?â You heard him sighing again.Â
âUh, yeah I am.â You bit your lips, feeling extremely nervous all of the sudden. âSure, I guessâŠâ
âOkay.â Was all he said before hanging up the call.Â
You were now pacing back and forth at your apartment lobby. The security was already giving you funny looks and so did some of the passerby. You couldnât care less though, because truthfully, your mind was filled with endless possibilities of what happened and how it happened. Deep down you were glad it was him, but the real question was did he feel the same?
By the time Hoseok arrived you were already sitting on the lobby sofa, clasping your hands together out of cold. The aircon and night air were not such a big help with your nervous sweaty palms. Not to mentioned Hobi in his casual clothes⊠you might be biased but still!
The walk to the lift and to your room was silent. You wanted so badly to make a small talk, but you couldnât make yourself to open your lips. And the man who you knew as one of the most cheerful person out there, was dead silent as well, which was killing you.Â
âDo you want to drink something?â You finally said after a few minutes of unwieldy silence between the two of you.Â
âN-No need!â He shook his head. Did he just stutter?
âOkay.â You took a seat on your couch, in which he followed shortly.Â
He took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. âAt first I saw you crying silently near the toilet. You just left after the whole drink-spill accident and clearly were not walking straight. I was worried so I followed you there. By the time I reached you, you had already pukedâŠâ
âIâm sorry.â You cringed at the thought of him seeing you puke.Â
âItâs alright. Fortunately, you didnât dirty your clothes from it.â He smiled. âI helped you walk out from the club, and that was when you started telling me everything. I feel so bad that I couldnât do anything about it other than listening to your cries. But a few minutes later, Jaehyun showed up.â
Your eyes widened. âWhat did he do?â
âApparently he was looking to talk with you privately but never got the chance.â
âAnd what happened?â
âI told him to scram.â He chuckled. âHonestly, Iâm proud of myself for not punching him in the face that day. How dare he appear right in front of me just minutes after I found out how much of an ass he is?!!â He said in disbelief. âBut he refused to leave.â
âOhâŠâ You began to see where this was going.Â
âHe was saying a bunch of nonsense I couldnât even recall, and just out of the blue, you grabbed me by the collar and just⊠kissed me.â
You blushed upon hearing the words coming out from Hoseokâs mouth.Â
There seemed to be a light shade of pink on his cheeks. âI was so taken aback I didnât know what to do. I mean⊠I couldnât believe the girl Iâve been secretly crushing on just kissed me!â
Wait, what?
**FLASHBACK**
âI just want to talk to her!!!â Jaehyun insists.Â
âSheâs too drunk right now, so fuck off.â Hoseok spat out.Â
âThen Iâll take her home.â
âOver my dead body.âÂ
And that was when you suddenly pulled him for a kiss. It all happened so quick, that even Jaehyun was also at loss for words, but Hoseok kissed you back, eagerly. That of course made Jaehyun even more uncomfortable, enough to make him finally leave the scene.Â
The two of you didnât stop kissing though. Not for a while. Despite being the sober one, Hoseok lost track of time by the touch of your lips. For a moment it was just you, and your friend, making out in front of a club entrance. The club was at the fifth floor of a building, so you were just kissing each other intensely, next to the elevator, against the glass window, like a couple of hormonal teenagers hungry for each other.
Anyone could see you, in fact, one of your friends might caught you on the act, but that did not stop Hoseok. What stopped him was the thought of you being heavily intoxicated. He did not want to take advantage of you, and clearly did not want you to think about him that way in any shape or form. And so he pulled away.Â
âIâm sorry⊠that shouldnât have happened.â
Your eyes looked glistening, cheeks red, and your lips were swollen. It took Hoseok almost everything in him to not just grab you and go back to kissing you like crazy.Â
You looked up, staring at him with droppy eyes and started tearing up again. You just looked so helpless in his eyes. He was so desperate to ease your pain, but he had no idea how, or even if he were allowed to in the first place.Â
âHey, itâs not your fault⊠you know.â He sighed and took your right hand, intertwining it with his. âHeâs a horrible person and that has nothing to do with you. Youâre wonderful. Youâre one of the most amazing person Iâve ever met.â
You only continued to sob, so he pulled you in and hugged you softly. He let you cry for a while before Namjoon and Jimin found both of you outside. They decided it was best if he took her home so Namjoon told him your address and followed Hoseok to his car.Â
It was quite the struggle, supporting you and helping you walk to your apartment unit. By this time you were passed out already, so Namjoon offered to carry you, in which Hoseok volunteered in instant.Â
Thankfully, your keys were attached to your belt, dangling by a hook carabiner you always liked to use, so it wasnât hard opening the door. Namjoon opened the door and Hoseok laid you down on the sofa. He took off your shoes carefully before setting them aside. It didnât seem right to just leave you like that so both of them thought it would be best if someone stayed.Â
Long story short, Hoseok carried you to your bedroom. Saw your hoodie laying around and decided to put it on you and leave you in your room. The tiredness then caught up to him, so he crashed out on your couch.Â
**
âAnd thatâs all!â The man smiled at you.Â
âHobi, IâŠâ You were speechless. âThank you⊠first of all.â
âDonât mention it. I was happy to help.â
âI didnât know you have a crush on meâŠâ You said while awkwardly avoiding eye contact.Â
âAt this point I donât think itâs still a crush anymoreâŠâ He breathed out. âI like you, like a lot now.â He grinned happily.
You were once again too stunned to speak.Â
âWell, now that itâs out of the bag, I hope it wonât make things weird between usâŠâ He scratched the back of his head.Â
âJung Hoseok, I literally like you too.â You finally said, making you flushed so red that it reached your ears.Â
âYou do??? Forreal???â He grabbed both of your hands.Â
âYes, for real.â You giggled, still blushing. âShould we kiss again to seal the deal?âÂ
âSay no more!â
He stood up, which made you raised your eyebrow at him. But a yelp soon escaped your mouth when he suddenly lift you up, twirling you around before kissing you on your lips passionately. You smiled through it, kissing him back with equal devotion. His lips felt so familiar, but not because you had kissed him before. In fact, you barely remembered how it happened. It was because his touch made you felt secured, so safe, like you were finally at home.Â
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Belong
summary: You're Lewis teammate and biggest fan
Tags: LW x gn!OC
You can find this in AO3 too
Five months have passed since youâve become Lewisâs teammate.
They say you should never meet your idol, but in your case, itâs been smooth sailing. Sure, maybe youâve had some discussions over trivial legal - mostly - moves in racing, and how to forget the time you proclaimed yourself, in a drunken post maiden victory state, his biggest fan, with big sparkly eyes and one too many details, except for one. But so far, meeting your idol has been like meeting an old friend, someone you can picture from memory.
Time brought along Maxâs birthday, and the break before the last three races gave the perfect excuse for an over the top party. You were under the impression that Lewis wouldnât show up, as he was always somewhere else, thus your outfit choice proved incredibly treacherous when the first thing you saw after entering Maxâs penthouse was your teammateâs profile. Perfect profile, by the way.
A moment to recolect, you tell yourself. He wonât notice, this doesnât have to be a big deal. Shit, not even a deal at all. And it better not be, because heâs coming your way.
âYouâre late, rookieâ
âYou should stop calling me rookie already, itâs been monthsâ
âYouâre always a rookie in my booksâ he answers, laughing. You sit next to him.
âI thought you were travelingâ you sip your drink, trying to focus on the task at hand.
âYou donât fancy seeing me here?â
You push your weight agains him for a second before answering âDonât be dumb. I do prefer you in the track were I can beat your ass, but this is nice for a chanceâ
âHa! arenât you cocky. Youâre spending way too much time with me.â
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As the moon and drinks went on, your worries started to melt onto the air. There was no time to worry about anything in a place like this, with this incredible ambiance, as you were gossiping in a corner with Max. Two weeks apart came with lots of updates on the finest paddock news.
When Max laughs, moving a little, you caught those eyes. The ones immediatelty shifting to other serious matters. Maybe he was watching? Maybe youâre just very drunk.
Excusing yourself to get some air, you go to the backydard. Strange, no oneâs here, with such beauty around to appreciate. So much to be overtaken by the memory of his eyes that seems as permanent asâŠ
âHeyâ you startle as a voice calls from behind.
âGod, Lewis, youâre gonna kill me one of these days.â
You move a little as his body ask for space to sit, while laughing it off.
âAre you having a good time?â
âYeah, sure. Itâs nice to have a break like thisâ
He nods, âFor sure itâs nice if youâre the birthday boy special personâ
You look genuinely confused, and laugh equally as awkward.
âOh no, I think youâre getting the wrong ideaâ
He shifts his tone, and his head tilts a litte. âAm I?â
âUh⊠yeah, I mean, Max is my friendâ you can feel your face growing hotter by the second. What even is this change of air?
He stands, and as subtle as he arrived, he put his hand on your nape. Just his fingerprints, soft as a feather. You canât help but shiver.
âThatâs fineâ he breaks the silence, moving his hand in a pattern.
And it hits you. He saw it, didnât he? You try to say something, buy the subtle touch apparently put you under a spell, compelled only to look at him.
He keeps tracing your tattoo, the one you promised to get if he won his seventh title, back when you were just his fan, and he was just your idol. A nice, delicate 44.
âThatâs fineâ he repeats, applying the smallest of pressure on the side of your neck âas long as you remember who you belong to.â
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I had a European exchange student who lived with me for a short while. One of her culture shocks was that, I didn't care much about my birthday. It's not in a sad way either; I just go on my day like a normal day, which is pretty common here.
No cakes, no gifts (sometimes. but if not, that's fine as well), no party â you get the point. If I do want to celebrate, I'll just buy myself a burger and a random candle for fun, stuff like that. it is all my choice btw.
This culture shock went on whenever her classmates had a birthday. They were either like, 'cool, thanks,' didn't care, or were shy and tried to ignore that they had a birthday at all. I'm not saying that none of us celebrate; it's just very common for us to not celebrate it as well.
I don't knowâshe was genuinely surprised about it. So from my perspective, birthdays are a huge deal in her hometown.
And I'm curious,
#sorry if this question seems stupid#my perspective on birthdays is solely based on where I live#my last and only birthday parties were like two times#when I was 9 and 18#and I hate it lmao#also for reference- I'm Indonesian#poll.txt#ramble.txt
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#THE PARTY & THE AFTER PARTY. g. suguru
â sum. the last thing youâd expect for a surprise birthday present by your friends was a visit to a menâs strip club. geto suguruâyour dancerâs got it all. tall, handsome, and he wants waaay more than just thirty minutes with you.
wc. 6.9k (h.. haha)
warnings. fem! reader, stripper au, stripper! geto, unprotected, lap dancīng, dry humping, switch geto, lots of riding, 69, finishing too quick, choking, geto has nīpple piercings, hair pulling, spīt, dirty talk, he licks champagne off you, nīpple play, breedīng, praise, **** cameo :), petnames.
an. ty to the ppl who voted on my poll <3 kinda scared to post this LOL. this came on a whim Ê
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âi understand your body wants it. i know your thoughts, oh you âbout it âbout it . . â
the erotic lyrics that blared through the clubâs abject speakers nearly deafened your ears the moment you stepped inside. you were flashed with a plethora of luminescent jade lights as you read a glowing sign near the bar that read âwelcome to the vixxxen lounge.â your friends, who decided to surprise you for your birthday with nothing more than a girlsâ trip to a menâs strip club told you theyâd be getting drinks if you need them. of course . . that was probably code for: going to spend time near the private rooms.
apparently, itâs âhappy hourâ which meant countless discountsâand youâd already had your two individual sessions paid for by one of your friends. crisp aerating air waves from the air conditioner chills against your skin as you lean against the bronzy brick pillar. you gather your surroundings, eyeing the oily attractive glossed men that entertained the screaming crowds of thirsty women. the wide stage was spacey, and it almost looked like a concertâyou started to wonder just who you were paired up with. but right as youâre pondering deep in thought, thereâs a light tap on your shoulder.
âmiss.â
you turn around to face probably the most attractive man youâve laid your eyes upon. heâs tall with lengthy long hair â tangled black tresses of strands that reach just about past his shoulders. you couldnât help but openly gawk a bit . . finding your eyes to leisurely trail down toward his skimpy attire. near his neck, he had a stained smooch of a lip stick mark that was a dark shaded red. you then noticed a few hundred dollar bills stuck in between his red thin straps.
this guy, it appeared he was dressed as some kind of firefighter. he had on the helmet along with the matching baggy yellow pants, but was completely topless. the only thing that went against his chiseled pecs was the skinny straps that attached onto the belts of his pants.
âheyy,â he waves a hand in your face, arching a brow.
âo- oh, sorry,â you bashfully murmur, mentally cursing yourself out for wandering off into space again. embarrassing, embarrassing. fishing for your vip pass that gave you direct access to one of the secluded private roomsâyou dig it out your pocket, staring down at the assigned dancer and room number. âare you uh . . geto?â
âi am. but ah, suguruâs fine,â he murmurs, and he takes your pass, putting the temperature lanyard over your neck. getoâs fingers brush against your skin and you nearly shudder.
his touch.. it felt like sparks of electricity, and near the far distance by the crowded stage, your friends waved at you. with a throaty, âfollow me, birthday girl,â he swiftly turns his heels and starts making a beeline toward the back of the club. you follow him, continuing to eye his costume.
but phew, he had quite the ass.
but anywayâthatâs not the point.
it never really occurred to you how all the male strippers had specific costumesâyou were far too entranced by geto. it was probably because of how halloween was only a mere few weeks away, so itâd make sense how theyâd be ordered to get into the spirit of things.
âand imma let you do it how you wanna girl iâll riiiide with it, riiiide with it . . â
the lyrics of that catchy same song that resounded through the speakers of the club grew louderâand as he guided you inside the dimly red lit room, he makes you lie back against a cushioned sofa. thereâs a few piles of money scattered near the front, and you didnât count but that amount could make anyone filthy rich.
geto rubs the back of his neck, rolling it around to stretch before he glances down at you. you struggle to look him in the eye and a faint smile creases across his lips.
youâre new, and he could tell you werenât used to such carnal provocative environments.
ârelaaax, pretty girl,â his voice was low purr. the way he talked was soothing, a good amount of teasing and playfulness. right at his words, your shoulders slumped and you lean back.
the air around you seems to close in, getting thicker ân thicker before he makes you haul your arms over the edges of the couch. âcomfy?â and he doesnât do anything else until you give him a subtle complying nod. geto takes off his amber-colored helmet before putting it on your head. âlean back. just focus on me.â
âo . . okay,â you exhale, and your eyes finally meet his.
the fake firefighter helmet crooks, tilting a bit to the side over the crown of your head as you watch him starting to sway to the bass dropping beats. you gulp as he gets closer . . and closer, following the exact steps to his usual routine before he gets on your lap.
heâs so pretty, and now that his helmet was off of him, you got an even more view of his face. geto starts to slowly grind against you, one hand resting near back of the couch thatâs next to your shoulder. heâs fully in sync with the song that booming blares in the background.
the friction. he was moving up against you, and you couldnât help but glance down his glossy chest. his legs were huge, and you didnât even notice the clamped silver piercings that stuck against his reddened nipples. âis this okay?â he whispers, and you already feel yourself starting to heat up. the a/c was blastingâand yet, you felt like it was over a hundred degrees.
â âs okay,â you breathlessly say, feeling your facial expressions serene. geto swiftly gets off you, and he starts to rock and grind his hips against the floor.
heâs slow and preciseâeach movement matches the following before he sits up, flicking against the straps of his costume. fuck, you couldnât keep your eyes off of him. you knew he was probably used to this . . seeing so many women at a time, giving them a thirty minute private dance and going on with his day.
geto had charisma and lots lots of it.
it was ironic because he didnât even have to say anything. throughout the duration of his entire routine, he let his hips do the rest of the talking. speaking of hips, youâve never seen a more a slutty waist.
itâs unapologetically snatched, and you start to envision seeing his face plastered on every cover of a a menâs vogue magazine. heâs gorgeousâand the second heâs back in your lap again, he leans into the crook of your neck. âhey,â he repeats, and his voice was a lot more pitched and lower. itâs a dirty kind of husky that makes you clench your thighs together. as heâs up closeâyou get a whiff of his cologne. itâs quite loud, and youâd guess the scent was something between bergamot and rich aromatic oak moss. âdo you wanna touch me?â
a breath gets trapped in the back of your clogged throat at the question.
geto continues to gradually grind his hips into you as pretty black strands of his hair tickles near your shoulders. ây- yes,â and the words smoothly flow from your lips like smooth molasses of chocolate.
geto was patient, and he wanted to make you comfortableâthat was his number one priority.
he speaks in a more rough yet sly tone. â âm gonna grab your wrists okay? just feel me,â and you feel mentally prepare yourself. biting down on your bottom lipâyou mouth a soft, âokay,â and geto gently grabs your wrists.
heâs still slowly jerking his hips against you, matching each sultry beat of the song. the base of the chorus rang through your ears and the lyrics flowed through once ear ân out the other.
as you stare up at him, he makes you press your hands firmly against his shaven flexing chest. sheets of slicking sweat that covers the top part of his body coats on your hands and you cutely furrow your brows. âheh, oh sorry love. âm a bit sweaty, hope that doesnât turn you off.â
âitâs f . . fine,â you utter, and he resumes to guide your hands. his chest was as hard as a brick, and you felt how his muscles would freely tense.
god, geto was a literal sculpture. you probably looked stupid with how you kept openly staring at his perfectly carved abs. an entire six pack - each section even more strenuously ripped than the first.
as you continue to gawk, eyes nearly bulging out of their socketsâyou feel him shifting his weight a bit so he wouldnât crush you. your thumb snags against his pierced nipple and he grunts, breaking character for a second. he lets off a cute snarl. âsorry! i didnât-â
âsweetheart, itâs okay,â he hums, releasing a low puff of air. so he was sensitive there, noted.
as he continues, he makes your hands reach lower. the thin straps of his costume glide against your plump fingertips before he stops at his fading raven-colored happy trail.
black ân bushy . . you could make out every single tiny speck of hair that stuck against the lower part of his abdomen if you squinted, and you did.
the rest was hiding underneath the upper hem part of his prop turnout pants. ânow âm gonna let go of my hands,â he whispers, eyeing you intently.
it was so much lustful ardor in the air. the more you stared at the dancer, the more you started questioning why the hell you never visited a strip club sooner. a question that was probably gonna remain unanswered..
â . . ân âm gonna let you do whatever you want while i finish.â he concludes his sentence, and as if his hands were attached to your own with adhesive velcro, geto slowly pulls away.
now, itâs just your two balmy palms pressing against his chest. you take it upon yourself to drag an invisible line down his flat sleek cheek with your fingers.
your hands then find themselves reaching for a few papery fifty dollar bills, tossing it at his glossed grinding body. geto sighs with a cunning simper, continuing to rock his slim hips into your lap. âthatâs it, feel me princess. âm all yours.â
and in a way â he was.
it was only you two in the room, and yet it felt like you ân suguru were the only people on earth. the entire mood was sensual and you could almost smell the libido that radiated off his skin. it was a scent you couldnât describeâbut you didnât want him to stop.
as your hands kept roaming down his puffed out chest, you stop right at the hem of his pants. poking out, his sharp carved-like âvâ shaped pelvis arches within each muscle he moves forward.
the crimson red lights that flicker every three seconds narrowly spotlights toward getoâs fit body. for a quick momentâyou get a good glimpse of his face and heâs inches away from your shimmery twitching lips.
geto leans up to your ear and he hoarsely whispers. âbirthday girllll,â and he huffs out a drawn breath, feeling you eagerly tug at his pants. a snicker leaves from him before he gets a nice smell of your citrusy perfume. âah. is the pants gettinâ on your nerves?â
âa bit,â you murmur honestly, and you were already undressing him with your eyes. you were sure geto was most likely wearing a thong underneath but you imagined otherwise.
filthy - you couldnât believe the thoughts you were having.
to think, if you hadnât accepted this little âgirlsâ tripâ with your friends, youâd probably be sleeping the entire day away. after all, they did want you to get out more. especially for your special day. with a pout twisting across each part of your lips, you sigh. âcan iââ
âwhat, undress me?â he tries to play coy, seeing your pouty expression increase. geto hums, amused as you lightly hook a finger underneath his hooked strap before he shrugs. âgo âhead, princess. knock yârself out.â
geto found your hesitance cute. you didnât wanna seed âneedyâ but you were showing all signs of it. at the moment, you completely forgot you were at a strip club and he was just a dancer.
but fuck it.
you went slow as he still straddles your lap, slowly pulling down his loosely fitted pants. they were baggy.. a flashy color of yellow, and the more you tugged them down, the more you got a glance at his scanty thong.
itâs dark purple with his name embedded on the thin white strips.
from all sides, it spelled âs u g u r u,â in bold lilac plum colors. he even had custom made thongs? as if you couldnât get even more arousedâ
yeah, you were aroused. leave it to your legs that remained glued together starting to swelter up with ⊠stickiness.
not everyday did you have a man grind against your lap, and to be fucking frank you didnât think youâd last.
âyouâre so pretty,â you pant, watching him shimmy his pants down to where it flops down to his ankles. and oh, he had quite the bulge.
it looked almost painfulâso swole and round, you just wanted to kiss it. it looked like at any second it was about to just burst through the cottony stretched fabric. the scenery grows more hedonic as the red lights dimmer. you could barely see his face anymore, just a silhouette that grinds against your lap at each beat of the song playing loudly.
as you nearly slip out a moan, you lean back before your heaving breaths start to accelerate. âsuguru.â
âaw,â he coos, feeling your arms wrap around his slender waist. getoâs still swiftly grinding into you, feeling your cute nails claw into his back. the back of your brain kept chanting âmore, more, more!â
you still have the helmet on, and with the way itâs crooked and could barely fit your headâhe found that small detail adorable. as he remained seated on your squished thighs, it was embarrassing to think you were starting to feel yourself erratically throb.
leaning into your neck, he could loudly smell your sheer arousal and it makes him lowly chuckle against the soft shell of your ear. ânot satisfied, yeah?â and he lets off a quiet bellowing grunt, feeling your hands trail down his sweaty body once more.
heâs so built, parallel to a literal tank.
getoâs rocking against you in rhythm with the same song that still trumpets through the speakers before whispering. âjust say it ân iâll give it to you.â
âyou always come to the parties. to pluck the feathers off allll the biiiirds. . â
the lengthy song continued to drag onâand the busted speakers in the private room sounded like it was about to break from the distortion. it was loud, but your panting breaths was even louder the more geto dances on you.
letting off a longing three second moan once a leg of yours voluntarily hooks around his slim waist, you mewl out a sweet, âi want you. suguru, fuck me.â
âoh. sounds like a demand, sweetheart,â he purrs, and he stills his hips against your lap.
getoâs got a plethora of rings on each of his fingers. pretty silver ân gold bands that would wrap around his digits. he had long fingers, thin and perfectly slender.
the more you stared, the more you thought how good theyâd fit insiâ
âeyes up here,â he cuts you off, and you shudder feeling his palms cup your face. your leg still wraps around his waist before another shortly follows.
heâs barely rocking into you now, and with a bumpy shimmy, you feel his bulge rub against you. âmhm,â geto grunts before meeting your needy gaze once more. as a thumb strokes your bottom lip, pulling it down gingerly, he whispers. âask nicely. say pretty please.â
âyou wonât ⊠charge me extra?â you sheepishly say, beads of perspiring sweat trickling down all sides of your forehead.
geto smugly smiles, grumbling a subtle, ânah,â before making you lean all the way back against the padded sofa. âokay,â you breathe, and you just didnt care anymore.
you wanted him â maybe even needed him..
getoâs hardened bulge that presses against his thong throbs harder before you sweetly murmur,âplease, fuck me, suguru.â
âanythinâ for the birthday girl.â
and those words were the same exact words that ran through your mind as you now found yourself in . . quite the risqué position.
youâd be the one straddling geto now. heâs got you in a classic 69, and your pretty perked ass hovers over his face. right in front of you was his weighty fat cock, and itâs a pretty flushed pink with rosy-lime veins prodding from the sides.
youâre whimpering out sweet harmonic keynotes as his long pointed tongue slithers its through your inviting entrance, two broad arms clinging onto your hips. âfuuckk,â heâd groan, feeling you smear a thumb over his leaky mushroomy tip.
youâve already got him sopping wet from the chin down thanks to your wet cunt â glossy pearly drool seeping from the sides of his dick.
getoâs shaft remains idle, and you wrap a hand around his base before pumping it, rotating your wrist â once, twice, thrice..
he was aching, and the entire time he was giving you a show he had a boner. it was rare, usually whenever he gave lap dancesâhe was one to never really crack, he was a trained professional and yet here you were.
âmmch,â his swollen puckered lips smack against your cunt as he eats you out entirely from the back.
your mouth drops, jaw danglingâ goofily hanging open like a cartoon as he resumes to extends the length of his tongue inside the outskirts of your warm room-temperate-tastinâ-pussy.
lolling it out all the way, he licks from top to bottomâstopping at your clenching hole. geto gives it a five second kiss, a sloppy one that glues a mixture of his spit and your slimy juices on his mouth. âsweetheaaart,â he rasps, biting back a greedy groan once he feels you starting to take him in your mouth.
your throatâs seraphic warmth draws a hot sharp breath out of him as he swats a hard palm against your ass for you to start. âwhen i say move your ass against my face, i fuckinâ mean it. move,â and you let off a candied whimper the second the temporary sting sends singles toward your weeping whiny clit.
feebly, you start to flop your ass up and down against his face and you hear a satisfy âhmmâ purr from his lips. youâre moaning, sinking his cock down your throat in the process before your sticky tongue swirls around his angered crownhead. âmmph,â and you take a few inches before you feel his tip swipe against the scaled roof of your mouth.
going back up, it loudly âpops!â out as a bit of sheeny saliva trickles down your chin. youâre taking him deep within no time, and you let off a cute hiccup once his swollen sack paps near your jaw.
so full ân roundâŠ
youâre breathing through your nose, still shaking your ass against his face, swipinâ his nose occasionally like a credit card with your honeyed-slathered cunt.
his wide flat tongue felt so good that you felt your toes curling each time he playfully nibbles on your sensitive throbbing clit. his tastebuds felt each pulse and it was so hot. âsugu, fuck.â
âi know, i know,â he gruffly whispers against your runny folds. bringing a pair of long twinned fingers towards your pussy, geto strums it down the pulsating slit in a straight pillaring line.
with a bit of pressureâhe spreads your lower lips apart, getting a front row seat view of your clit pumpinâ pumpinâ away.
you had such a pretty throb, the prettiest heâs ever seen.
âgod, youâre pretty but youâre even prettier down here too,â and not only do you hear him swallow but you feel it too.
a long full gulp, and heâs making sure to savor as much of your sweet slick on his tongue as possible.
getoâs just nasty, and a proud eater. he zigzags his tongue everywhere until your visionâs murky and clouded. youâre left crossed eyed with puffed up cheeks, barely able to focus on his dick thatâs laying flat on your tongue.
a hand of his squeezes against your ass before with a mean âwhack!â he spanks it again just to see the bouncy recoil. the way a âlil fat portion of your ass would jiggle all due to the hasty-rash contact of his palm makes him throb.
and you feel it right in your mouth.
as your head bobbles at a more quick yet languid pace, your tongue skims down one of the many veins that paint down his cock. your repeated moans become muffled, and geto groans at how sloppy you soundâfrom the front and from behind.
the more he slurps every syrupy drop that dribbles out from your gurgling pussy, his precisely-thorough licks turn into exaggerated four second sucks.
geto softly caresses a hand against the bare skin of your exposed flesh, tugging on your pulled up skirt. pulled to the side were your panties that had a pretty pink star imprinted on the back decorated with glimmery rhinestones. you moan as your back slowly arches inward ân out and your knees become to buck.
his tongue, he definitely knew how to eat.
â âs good, juuuusâ like that princess,â he huffs, feeling minuscule dewdrops of your saliva pour down the sides of his cock, slicking all over his base.
your thumb traces a heart over his hefty sack, massaging his tender full testes before you hear geto whine out a sweet, âo- oooh shit,â he was tender there too, huh..
and the sound catches him completely off guard because he grunts, the swaying of his tongue gradually slowing down. getoâs pretty lashes flutter before he grunts, taking a second to breathe. âdonât . . stop, play with âem some more,â
âpfââ you pop your mouth off his dick again, wet slimy sounds following as you stroke him off with an closed palm. âare you sure?â
âyeah yeah, âm sure,â and thereâs a bit of sass in his gruff tone.
getoâs getting flustered, and never in a million years would he admit that you playing with his balls made him feel so good but fuck, it did.
geto paws a hand against your ass before letting off a hurried breathless, âfuck, âm gonna cum.â
you went back to bobbling your head up ân down, pumping his fleshy pillar of length in your free hand before you start writhing your ass against his face even more quicker. geto moans, a surge of a trill nearly escaping out his gruff vocal chords before he grunts loudly. âmmp,â and your throat was so wet ân warm.
it enveloped him entirely, and as your cuntâs sitting over his slick lipsâevery so often rubbing against his nose and slick-streamed chin, he peppers it with a few kisses.
your hips were arched ân askew, and as your tongue occasionally darts down his sensitive slit you hear him grunt again. the burgundy colored sofa pathetically dips inward due to the stacked weight of both rutting bodies. getoâs eyes start to roll their way back as you continue, nearly sucking the soul out of him.
âfuck, baby. spit on it,â he groans, clasping his teeth at your needy clit.
he slides his tongue against your cute bulbous-shaped nub before sucking on it for the umpteenth time. you moan, still tossing your ass around for him in a slow meandering manner, feeling his tongue drag down the slope of your ass again.
getoâs pussy drunk entirely, and he didnât care if this was against policy, having a customer touch him. when you tasted this divine, he couldnât help devour your cunt like the starved, starved man he was..
at his words, you spat out translucent globs of saliva from your lips, pasting the slightly curved sides of his dick with your slick mess. âpff,â and you drench him from the base down, twisting his shaft with your wrist before hearing him groan.
getoâs about to finish and you could feel the vigorous pumps of his dick in your mouth growing weaker ⊠and weaker â until, he cums.
getoâs jaw goes slack the moment his peak abnormally reaches, and growls out a husky âfuuuuuck,â with the muscles in his neck tensing.
within a blink of an eye and a snap of a finger, the flat tip of your tongueâs now being sprayed with spritz of waxen cum. itâs a bittersweet taste that coats on your judgy tastebuds, and as you close your eyes with a humming moan departing from your lips, you hear him hiss. his bodyâs violently shaking, and his hips start to hungrily thrust into your mouth.
you wriggle your ass in face as heâs barely eating you out anymore, frantically heaving as he dumps his all down your pretty tight throat. âfuck, fuck, take it,â and his body still sporadically tremors.
as your mouthâs still full, geto gives your teary wet cunt itâs last few lapping licks before his head collapses back in lecherous defeat.
with cheeks still plumply puffed â his cock remains shoved inside. his aggravated red tipâs just swiping ân erupting near the roof of your mouth as you slurp him clean.
you swallow instantaneously, luxuriating in the mildly honey taste before feeling him shudder underneath you. âgoddamn, so fuckinâ good. fuckinâ filthy, princess.â
with clammy palms, he turns you over and you lean in to kiss him. getoâs taken by surprise, and as you make him flop back against the velveteen cushion, you made your way on his lap. rough edges of teeth clash and roughly clatter against each other as each tongue plays a more salacious version twister.
geto reclines back, his hands moving toward your rocking waist as he gruntsâtasting himself on your tongue. its bitter, but with the help of your lip glossâit turns far more sweet within seconds. feverish breaths ghosts inside each mouth before you watch him reach near the side of him.
grabbing a half filled up bottle of mousseux, he flicks off the cork with a flick of his middle finger. getoâs eyes still closed as heâs delving his tongue right into your mouth.
the merciless smacking of lips grew louder before he pulls away, huffing breathlessly. âwanâ more of a taste real quick, princess,â and it sounds more like a needy plead. you see how flushed his face was, and getoâs eyes dart straight toward your bare chest. the top you wore was pulled down, clinging near the very bottom of your waist. âcâmere..â
and as you lean in, you watch as geto starts to pour down a small stream of champagne all down your chest. right between your tits, cupping underneath your tummy so none wouldnât spill further down.
he makes sure a few glosses over your pretty round breasts before he grunts, closing the distance between your chest.
geto buries his face in between the valley of your tits, licking it right up. the bubbly fruity taste lingers on his tongue as he laps you up from top to bottom moaning at the spicy sweetness.
a mixture of your skin and champagneâbetter than any cocktail this clubâs ever served.
âf- fuck,â he moans, lying his tongue flat. geto stares at you the entire time too, and his mouth gradually trails it way toward your damp neglected nipples. he cups his lips around the first nippleâslowly transitioning to the next before slurping the drink right off your body.
a tight breath gets caught in your throat as he continues to lick the rainy drops of sugary champagne off your body. geto groans, savoring the taste before with a loud âplopâ, he pops your tender wet nipple out of his mouth.
thereâs nothing but utter lust and infatuation in his eyesâand he then gets up to kiss you. the roomâs nearly pitch dark without the help of the dim effulgent red lights that shined against you both. it added to the mood perfectly.
as tongues continue to try to assert dominance, you moan right in the dancerâs mouth, returning the gesture of swapping gauzy strings of gossamer spit.
abruptly though, you pull away, gently pushing geto back against the sofa.
with a raspy âugh,â geto lands on his back as you give him a light shove. heâs at your mercy, and you stand up from his lap, a wind of confidence coming out of nowhere and nearly pulling you forward.
he stares at you with hooded cunt-drunk eyes, watching you do a figure eight with your body.
âwhatâs . . this?â he huffs, burly arms stretching over each edge of the sofa. you looked so pretty, eyeing him up and down as he does the exact same to you.
the luminescent lights started to beam on you now, highlighting your curves and entire physique.
âlie back,â you murmur, slowly sashaying toward him. geto runs a hand through his hair, his dick twitching from the cool air wafting against it. you teasingly drag a finger down the scarred middle line of his bare-puffed chest, stopping at a hardened row of his brick-made abs. âi wanna try your little routine.â
âyeahh?â geto snickers, sucking in a sharp breath once you spin around, bending all the way over. the helmet that was still on your headâyou put it back on him, watching him scoff at your audacity.
so you stole his profession now, great.
as youâre turned the other way, you slowly wriggle your ass in front of him, putting a hand over your sopping pussy and he kisses his teeth. âtch. donât tease, sweetheart,â and getoâs allured stare fixates on you the entire time. his dilated irises frantically roamed around every and any part of your body like a laser. âfuck,â he grunts, watching you finally make your way on his lap.
getoâs all submissively underneath youâbare ân exposed with his poor tip flushed. its color was a sheeny carmine red thatâs akin to a ripe cerise rose.
a few dried up splotches of cum stick near his weighty sides before he shudders. your ass sits on his flaccid dick before you start to move.
slowly,
youâre rutting into himâjust like he was to you, grinding back and forth. geto looks so pretty though, underneath you. heâs still panting a bit, sweating bullets as you tease him with your crazed hips.
you werenât at his level quite yet, but fuck could you move. geto groans, feeling your sloppy pussy rub off against his dick. you were so close to his tip that his foreskin would peel back a bit. âdo you wanna touch me?â
touché..
geto narrows his eyes at you as you tease him, repeating his exact words from what he said to you earlier.
he doesnât just touch you, he fucks youâ
but in this case . . you fuck him.
geto holds back a moan as heâs watching his claret-colored cockhead disappear between your sappy folds. itâs like a magic trick, and with a âpoof!â half of length vanished within you.
you let off a soft shrilling whine, trying to writhe yourself around his length.
his dick was fat. âeyes-rolling-tongue-lolling-drag-your-nails-down-his back-â type of fat.
and his girth only made things ten times more intense. you felt him rearranging your guts within each prolonged inch you took â literally.
youâre as slow as a snail with the way you try to take him wholly. even as youâre gingerly sinking your bare ass down with his cock snug ân deep inside you, he easily kisses against your g-spot.
itâs happening already, and you donât even realize heâs fully in before a cooing whimper rawly snatches from the back of your dry esophagus. âoh fuck,â you huff, tossing your arms around the dark haired man.
getoâs got the same wide-eye-jaw-dropped reaction to you, and with one arm snaking around your waistâanotherâs tightly gripping onto your right ass cheek.
he spanks it, giving it a short squeeze afterward. your chest starts to heave in quickened intervals, and once he feels you starting to move itâs game fuckinâ over..
âgod, pussyâs âta die for,â he groans, eyes sexily rolling back until his sockets show nothing but white.
you had him whipped, and he can hear your cunt trying to have a word of its own, squelching out cute gargled squelches. you start to ride him at a mere hypnotic rhythmâand getoâs a lot more vocal now.
with his adamâs apple bobbing, both hands of his were now gripping onto your waist now. piles of money surround you too, a few sticking against his sweaty beefy thighs. âfuck me,â he grunts, and itâs more like heâs begging.
geto locks eyes with you, shaggy long bangs running past his eyes before he securely grabs your hipsâtrying to keep up pace with you. âmhm, thaaaâs it. ride it, ride . . the shit out of me, uuughhh.â
â âm trying,â you moan, biting your lip each time his swollen cockhead plummets its way deep.
heâs just so bigâyou couldnât wrap your head around how a guy could be so damn big.
the good kind of big, and each time heâd seep a single girthy inch into you, your stomach would churn like butter. heâs in sooo deep, your legs could barely support yourself anymore and he had to hold you steady.
as he pulls you all the way down, geto reaches waaay inside of your sloppy gripping cunt thatâs oh-so desperate to wring him like a vice.
his thick cock greets your pretty fleshy cervix, mimicking a soft âknockâ before introducing itself with a welcoming pound.
he holds your hips, pumping himself into you again, and again, until your pussy remembered each stroke, each thrust, each fuckinâ letter of his nameâfront to last..
slow but fucking deep.
you gasp, clinging onto his neck before soft hurried pants of âyeah, yeahâ âs scurry past your glossed lips.
getoâs dewy eyes were half lidded and heâs never felt more pussy drunk in his life. trustâheâs had his fair share of women but oh, you were far different. it was something about you, and he just wanted more after each carnal second passed.
youâre so into his dick givinâ your pussy a fuck of a lifetime that you donât even realize your hand was now wrapped around his thick neck. not too tight, but getoâs reaction time was slow also. once he realizes seconds after you did, he sheepishly scoffs before slyly humming.
âgoddd, yâr so fuckinâ hot when you choke me,â he purrs, tugging at the panties that pull to the side of your thighs. of course heâd enjoy it, and as his dickâs still massaging your gummy walls, he moans. âharderrr.â
âdonât be greedy,â you mumble, burying your knees into his bulky thighs.
the way you rocked against him was hypnoticâand getoâs hands remain on your waist.
you nearly shudder, feeling the various cold bands of his rings run and tickle down your skin. heâs in love with your body, and even more in love with the way you feel from the inside.
leaning in close until youâre just inches away from his spit-slicked lips, your thumb runs its way down the bulging ball that lies inside his throat. âsay âpretty pleaseee.â â
âtsk,â geto scowls, and even with a pout heâs effortlessly attractive. your hips continued to champion its way up ân down at a deranged pace as you moved, and his cockâs pumping you full over and over and over. with a vexed grunt, he utters. âpretty please, choke me harder.â
leaning in to kiss the side of his mouth, you whisper a crooning, âgood boy,â and geto whines the moment you add a bit more pressure around his neck.
his hairâs all in his face, and your ass was just ruthless.
ferociously slamming down onto his stout cock, youâre drenching him from the base down with your syrup-coated slick. a bit of your own sloppy arousal glues against the pried apart crevices of your thighsâpasting against his as well.
itâs a mess, and with how close he was getting, he was about to create an even bigger one..
geto felt like he was ascendingâand with how you were riding him, it didnât take him long before heâs close again.
yet this timeâso were you, and you could recognize the feeling all too well. getoâs cock stretched you to capacity, and he grabs the few dollar bills that scatter on the sofa, throwing it at your body whilst you rode him. he makes it rain on you, spanking your ass with a crumbled up hundred rubbing against your stung skin.
âfuck, âm gonna fuckinâ cum again,â he grunts in your ear, feeling your pace accelerate by a mile. you were draining him, preparing to milk him and the thought of him stuffing your cunt full made you pulse.
your tongue salivated at just imagining it..
the warmth, the stickiness, the way itâd spill between your thighs. youâre moaning out sweet noises yourself as you both rut into each other at a demented overzealous pace. getoâs thick thighs clenchâand while youâre letting out cute blubs of his name on repeat until itâs the only syllables your dumb brain could registerâhe pulls you close. ângh, same time, pretty girl. cum with me, letâs make a . . hah, mess together.â
âokay,â you mewl out, both hips pivoting in lascivious unison.
both sweaty mounds of flesh blissfully bounce into at other and each squelch makes you whimper out in ecstasy.
you cup getoâs pecs, smearing a thumb over his pierced nipples and he whines instantly. you lean in to suck against the bars that slash through his tender areola. geto leans back manspread, growling out husky, âfuuuuck!â âs as you hum, giving both his nipples its few seconds of attention.
it lasts for seconds that felt like years, and one you pull away he lets out a cute blasé huff.
as your cuntâs in the midst of overflowingâyour hips tremor once more time before within milliseconds, you both cum.
itâs quick..
and with your jaw dropping and getoâs shoulders fatally sagging after his big, heavy sighâhe starts to fill you up ounce after ounce.
itâs patching hot, and the second heâs beginning to spill ân dump out his perfect ivory ribbons of cum inside of you, you grunt out a melodic finishing, âfuuuck.â
swinish, weak hands grab at your ass as you come undone alsoâwhimpering soft defeating babbles from the sensitive feeling of your cunt spasming right between your jittery numb legs.
you feel static ⊠shock, electricity pulsing through your veins all at once. your entire body was turning haywire. as you start to grow limb right with geto underneath youânirvana runs through each individual axon on your body before you hear a loud âpop.â
itâs more of a sopping squishing sound, and you were so dumbed down from his dick that you didnât even realized how full you were..
peeking down, he filled you to the brim. wads and wads and wads of cum went inside of you and you moan, spreading your ass apart while craning your neck around just to see for yourself.
â âm so full, suguru,â you pant, sliding a thumb down your sputtering cunt thatâs plugged with both his cock and his thin oozing seed. you lick your lips before turning back towards geto and heâs absolutely fucked stupid.
you rode him so good to the point where heâs just stammering out inaudible whines. itâs cute, and you lean in to kiss him once more.
oh.. he was hooked.
he deepens with a few clingy hands feeling at your chest. the kiss gets more passionate rather than sloppy, and as heâs still buried inside of your cuntâhe slowly starts to trail butterfly kisses down your neck. you moan, turning your head before you pull away. âshit, i almost f- forgot.â
âforgot what?â he hoarsely rasps, watching you unalign yourself, plopping down on the sofa with a big content sigh.
geto leans in, allowing his thumb to draw circles around your hips before you reach in for your purse, pulling out another decorated vip pass.
sheepishly, you utter. âmy friends bought me two sessions with two dancers. so i have another one after you,â and you glance at the clock, squinting before you let off a bashful titter. â. . . oh, that was way past thirty minutes.â
âwho? what dancer, sweetheart?â geto utters with a pout. he was still aching, already missing his you felt from the inside. he watches as you squint at your pass that reads the dancerâs stage name and / or full name on the back.
âuhh, it says tââ
âshe means me,â and the both of you spin heads, ogling at the glittery red carpet and decorated pathway that was once covered up.
you could hear geto that laid beside you muttering out a jealous, âfuck,â as you meet the other dancerâs gaze.
heâs wearing a leopard thong with an added on accessory of the most smuggest grin youâve ever seen.
a slashed scar runs down the right side of his crooked curved lips and you spot bills sticking at both sides of his halfway on thong that nearly shows his sharp hips before he hums.
ânameâs toji,â and youâre suddenly being lifted up by strong, tatted brawny arms before he turns around, winking at a very pissed of geto before trodding out the private room with you in his arms.
âiâll take it from here,â and feral green eyes with an even more feral grin. âainât that right, birthday girlll?â
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: ÌÌâ tropes: fem! reader đ„ mdni đ„ sukuna is a mafia kingpin đ„ teasing grumpy x sunshine đ„ pregnancy trope đ„ he'll burn the world for you đ„ "my wife" đ„ he's a great dad đ„ mentions of miscarriage đ„ mentions of physical and sexual assault đ„ mention of parental death đ„ major fluff đ„ sexual content đ„ alternate universe đ„ nsfw đ„ he loves eating you out đ„ anal play (yup.) đ„ last warning: mdni!
: ÌÌâ words: 6.0k
: ÌÌâ notes: no bc i love you all so much. it's insane how much you guys have supported my toji fanfic & and my nanami fanfic. i'll def be writing a part two to both of those masterpieces (yes i have self-confidence). as someone who's always imagined sukuna as a mafia leader, i decided to say fuck it and write it. please leave a comment, like, and reblog! thank you & ily. enjoy! (p.s. pregnancy trope>>>)
You never thought you'd be married to Sukuna Ryomen, let alone carrying his kid again. Yet, four years deep into this forced marital mess, thanks to your father owing a hefty debt to the kingpin of the underworld crime syndicate, here you were.
âLook at you, Mrs. Ryomen, radiant as ever!â chirped one of your husbandâs associate's wives. You had studied a name list last night, but it all escaped your memory after you passed out from sheer exhaustion.
Sukuna wasnât keeping a hawk's eye on you like he used to when you first stepped into the public eye. Gone were the days of his glares if you messed up a name. Never once had he laid a finger on you at home, despite your assumption that forgetfulness would earn you a beating.
âThank you." You forced a smile at the woman, your patience waning as the mayor's birthday party stretched on. It was almost the end of the night, and your feet were protesting from traipsing around in flats. All you craved at that moment was your bed, pronto.
The woman and her husband attempted to capture Sukuna's lukewarm attention through political discussions and expressing gratitude for the illegal artillery shipments from your husband's syndicate. They made no effort to acknowledge your existence by his side.
Your hand rested on your belly, a mere eight months into your pregnancyâa new personal record. The first time you conceived, Sukuna demanded an heir, and you willingly agreed, knowing that the child would provide some distraction in the expansive estate that felt like a cage. Unfortunately, at the two-month mark, you experienced a miscarriage.
Feeling Sukuna's knuckles lightly tapping your back, you straightened your posture momentarily, only to slouch again almost instantly. It was futile. The discomfort of your swollen and cramped belly made it nearly impossible to maintain a poised demeanor in the midst of the party.
Disobeying Sukuna meant facing inevitable death, a fact well understood in his dangerous domain, and you had never dared to challenge that.
"Let's go," Sukuna said, cutting through the incessant chatter of the couple. He didn't grasp your hand, only your fragile wrist, a gesture you didn't mind. Yours was not a typical love; he, Sukuna Ryomen, a most feared monster in the criminal underworld, and you, a sacrificial lamb, a trophy collected three years ago, a means to his heir.
"I'm sorry," you whispered as you exited the venue, heading towards the limousine surrounded by fifteen armed guards under Sukuna's command. "I'm so sorryâ"
"Get in the car." He held the door open for you, signaling his guards to disperse and take their positions in the Jeeps parked behind.
Silencing yourself, you cautiously settled into the back seat, and Sukuna joined you, slamming the door with force. His anger was discernible, and the memory of that night, losing your second unborn child to a kidnapping, plagued your dreams. You were uncertain if the nightmares were about Sukuna's wrath upon finding you or the horrors his enemies inflicted on you during your 48-hour captivity.
Sukuna noticed your struggle with the seatbelt and contorted his body toward you. Your fingers released their grip on the belt, allowing him to pull it taut and secure it snugly around your midsection. Click. He withdrew, distancing himself from your face that had been mere inches away.
âTedious fucking party, anyway,â Sukuna grumbled, his left ankle casually perched on his right kneecap. He always adopted a specific posture, his elbow leaning against something, cheek resting on his knuckles, and his narrow eyes a rich brown that could almost pass for a deep shade of red. He exuded an unrelenting air of intimidation.
"I agree," you unintentionally voiced your thoughts, earning a sidelong glance from him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."
His attention barely lingered on you as the car roared to life. You breathed a sigh of relief, stretching out your legs and leaning your head back against the seat's shoulder. Your palm absentmindedly traced circles on your belly. Goosebumps peppered your skin from the frigidness in the car, stirring an involuntary shudder.
"Turn on the heater," Sukuna ordered the driver in his smooth, languid baritone.
"Yes, sir."
As warmth gradually surrounded the backseat, you hummed a small "Thank you" and closed your eyes, enjoying a few moments of peace.
Disorientation clouded your senses, and you dispelled it by rubbing your eyes and using your knuckles to prop yourself against the headboard. A couple of contractions ripped through your gut, causing you to groan and hiss through gritted teeth.
The enormous room was devoid of Sukuna, its black silk sheets hinting at the luxury covering you. The fireplace casted a warm glow, and a soft, dim golden light spilled from the lamp onto the floor.
In the first year of your marriage and pregnancy, your bedroom was located three doors away. You were tended to by on-site nurses and doctors, surrounded by an entourage of maids for company. Days were spent aimlessly wandering the estate, occasionally crossing paths with one of Sukuna's mistresses, their curious smirks evident as they exited his room.
The second year brought a subtle shift. You still slept alone, but now there was a surprising addition of joining Sukuna for dinner. Positioned diagonally from him, an air of restrained silence hung above your head. Yet, between the utensils clattering and quiet chewing, Sukuna's glances toward you and your five-month-old belly revealed your anticipation for the impending arrival of your child.
One of your maids had been instructed to lure you into a private conversation in the back garden, and before you could react, a group of men clad in black drugged you and forcibly removed you from the cage, which in that cruel moment felt like a sanctuary.
Most details of the monstrosities forced upon you in that warehouse have been compressed by your mindâthe merciless physical and sexual assault endured for hours. They callously bragged that raping Sukuna's Ryomen's wife was a personal victory, cackling like bloodthirsty hyenas as you bled from your legs. In the thick of your suffering, you lost your second child in a pool of your own sweat and feces.
When Sukuna discovered you, when he annihilated every man along with their bloodlines, you were left as a mere shell of a woman, practically lifeless. You've existed as a walking corpse for quite some time now. Following that dreadful night, you attempted every conceivable means to end your own lifeâdrowning, leaping out of windows, creating a makeshift noose from bed sheets and tying them around balcony railings, teetering on the edgeâbut every attempt proved useless. Sukuna consistently interfered at the last minute, sweeping in and enveloping you in his arms as you wept until unconsciousness claimed you for days.
Therapy provided some relief, as did the medications. Sukuna heightened security measures tenfold, keeping only those workers who served during his father and grandfather's reigns. He moved your belongings into his bedroom, sleeping by your side with a gun beneath his pillow. There were times when you would doze off in the library while reading, only to wake up in his room.
Two years seemed like an eternity in the slow process of healing, both physically and mentally, from the torment that had befallen you. Stepping into the garden was a reminder of the progress you had made, yet the hope that blossomed in your womb now filled you with a different kind of fear.
You needed your baby. Even if it meant risking your own life during childbirth. The only thing that mattered was the precious life you carried within you, and as long as your baby took that first breath, you'd welcome death with open arms.
Sukuna's bedroom door creaked open, revealing his presence.
Mink-colored tendrils of hair obscured his eyes, disheveled from their usual spiked stance. The stark white of his dress shirt was marred by the unmistakable stains of someone else's blood, and a gun dangled casually from his grasp. In the subdued lighting, his facial markings, inked tattoos designed to mask the scars of his tormented childhood, appeared more ominous than ever.
Without acknowledging your ogling, he briskly entered his bathroom.
You slipped back under the covers, pulling the comforter up to your chin, soothing the sharp twinges in your belly. The rhythmic sounds of his shower served as a background melody. Sukuna took an eternity to freshen up, nearly two hours passing before the door finally creaked open. You had kept a close eye on it, lost in your own world and trying to ignore the persistent contractions. No complaints, though â you were at the eight-month mark, and this baby was determined to make its entrance into the world.
Draped in a sleek black silk robe, Sukuna strolled toward his side of the bed, his eyes locking onto yours. "Why are you still awake?" He tilted his head as if studying an unfamiliar creature. He always regarded you with a curious interest, unearthing some new revelations about you.
"Cramps," you whispered in the dimness, even though the first rays of morning sun began to seep through the curtains.
Sukuna strolled to his side of the bed, lifting the comforter to settle down. "Do you take any medication for it?"
You shook your head. "I don't want to take any risks."
"So you're just going to endure the night with a migraine?"
Your husband seemed oblivious to the concept of cramps. He hadn't bothered to educate himself about your pregnancy or even familiarize himself with basic menstrual cycle terminology. You hesitated to bring attention to his title and position, but he was, after all, born from a woman.
How could he not know?
"Answer me," Sukuna demanded, fixing you with a cold, indifferent gaze. How could two simple words carry such a heavy, intimidating weight? Your entire body shuddered, and you swore you felt your child kick in response to his attitude, causing you to clench your teeth.
"Cramps . . . are something women experience during their period and pregnancy. They're sharp, unpredictable pains in your gut and back," you explained, finding a position that eased the cramps and calmed your baby. "It's worse when you're pregnantâlike someone attached a taser to your body without a switch to turn it off."
Sukuna's brow furrowed, and he seemed pissed off as if he held a vendetta against cramps. "Will it have any consequence on the baby?"
You were really trying to be patient. âThe baby is the reason why.âÂ
He ran his hands wearily down his face, casting a stern gaze at the ceiling, his breath quickening. "Is there any way to relieve the pain? Besides medication?"
âWell,â you said slowly, âwhen I first started menstruating, my mother used to place a warm rubber bottle on my stomach.â The recollection of nights spent groaning, tossing, and turning with your hand clutching your stomach brought a smile. After her passing in high school, you found yourself managing the household, dealing with your drug-addicted father, and taking care of yourself all on your own.
"Come here."
Startled, you shifted your focus to your husband, who raised the comforter like a makeshift tent with one arm. "You don't have toâ"
"Come here."
With caution, you edged closer, lying flat and holding your breath. Sukuna propped himself up on one elbow, resting his temple on his knuckles while adjusting the blanket up to your neck. His left hand glided up your sweater and settled on your swollen belly.
An immediate sense of relaxation cocooned you, your eyes closing as warmth radiated from his palm onto your skin. The sensation passed through to your child, who quit kicking within seconds, seemingly recognizing their father's touch. It dawned on you that Sukuna hadn't touched you since you conceived, and you hadn't realized the volume of your misery and longing until this moment.
"Feeling better?"
"Mm-hmm." You nestled your face close to his neck. All you managed to whisper, your voice tinged with brokenness, was, "Please, don't let go."
Sukuna responded only with silence.
You'd woken up screaming bloody-mary.
The security team and maids hurried into the bedroom, their eyes widening at the sight of blood staining your clothes and darkening the black sheets. In a swift response, the doctor and her team of nurses rushed in while Uraume, Sukuna's trusted aide, calmly called for your husband from a corner of the room.
In the heat of your excruciating screams, five nurses attempted to guide your breathing and encourage you to follow a pattern. Guards carefully lifted you into a sitting position, and Uraume decisively cleared the room of all men. The doctor swiftly removed your sweatpants and panties, covering your lower region with a sheet, and instructing you to push.
Your body felt numb, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, and a black vignette closing in on your vision. Your head swayed left and right, on the verge of dropping if not for Uraume's unwavering support. Despite the intensity of your grip, they held steady, their only reaction being a stream of muttered curses amid the chaotic scene.
"I can'tâUraumeâ"
"You will, Mrs. Sukuna. You have come this far. Giving up now is not an option."
"I don't want to die," you whispered akin to a prayer.
"You won't," they softly replied. "He won't allow it."
Uraume, a silent figure from the past, now stood by your side, offering support and encouragement. The connection with them had been minimal, limited to the formalities of a marital contract signing. They had simply muttered, âHeâs not half as evil as they say,â to you before packing up the papers and leaving you in the room with Sukuna.
The room buzzed with affirmations, reassuring you that they could see the baby's head and urging you to push with each breath.
The sound of the baby's cries stirred you awake.
You snapped to attention at the sweet, reassuring sound, realizing that your baby was close to arrivalâalive and ready to face the world. Following two heartbreaking miscarriages and the pain endured as Sukuna's wife, the bearer of his lost children, you were finally on the cusp of welcoming motherhood.
"Two more pushes!" The doctor's voice cut through the air.
"AGH!" A guttural growl escaped your throat as you grappled with the harsh sensations. Your body trembled, and waves of fiery discomfort overflowed through your core as you exerted yourself to bring your baby into the world.
"Come on," Uraume whispered. "You can do this, Mrs. Ryomen."
You let out a powerful cry and strained with effort, bringing forth new life. The baby and you were crying at the exact wavelength, competing against who could be louder. The nurses and attendants, familiar faces from your previous pregnancies, clasped their hands in prayer for a safe delivery. Tears of relief streamed down your face as you pushed for your own well-being.
"Blanket!" the doctor urgently called out, prompting a nurse to rush over with a soft cream blanket. "Push!"
With a final, determined push, the weight lifted suddenly.
The slippery sensation of delivering the child and the immediate release of pressure left you slumping against Uraume's shoulder. As they laid you down, the doctor directed the staff to tend to you while the baby's cries filled the air.
The doctor approached through your hazy sight and gently laid your newborn on your chest. Overwhelmed with emotion, you showered your baby with kisses, tears of joy streaming down your face. Your little one was here. They were finally here.
"Congratulations, Mrs. Ryomen," the doctor announced as the cries of your newborn gradually faded into the background. "It's a girl."
You drifted into unconsciousness.
The soft cadence of Sukuna's voice filtered through the foggy boundaries of sleep, causing you to slowly come back to life.
âWhy is this brat refusing to sleep?â you heard your husband grumbling.
With a laborious effort, you rubbed your eyes, summoning the strength to lift your head from the comfort of the pillow. The scene unfolded before youâSukuna, the most feared criminal, pacing at the foot of his bed, cradling your crying newborn daughter in his arms, unsure of how to handle his little foe.
"What do you want? Food? You donât have any teeth yet, little miscreant."
"Sukuna . . ." you whispered, a gentle plea for attention.
Your husband's gaze snapped in your direction, relief washing over his features as he realized you were conscious. "Thank fuck." Moving swiftly, he approached and took a seat at the edge of the bed.
His brown-reddish eyes lingered on the delicate scene unfolding before himâthe intertwining of your index finger with your daughter's tiny, rattling fist. A calming magic seemed to stem from your touch, instantly soothing the cries to soft sniffles.
"Already playing favorites, I see," he remarked with a teasing tone, a wry smile on his lips.
"I have to feed her." Your voice was hoarse from the relentless screaming during the delivery. A series of deadly wheezes followed when you coughed, frightening your baby once more. Her cries started again, blending with the impatient curses of her father.
He gently placed her in the cradle, his strength used to prop you up against the headboard. The room carried the scent of coconut soap, your body freshly washed, the sheets beneath you brand-new. You were also dressed in a new set of panties and a nursing bra.
"Are you sure you have enough nutrients in your body to feed her?" Sukuna asked, holding your baby girl as you unclipped the front left cup. Rather than wasting your breath on a response, you focused on helping your daughter latch onto your nipple.
You winced once she caught it, then melted back as she started drinking. âIâm fine,â you finally answered. âBody . . . hurts.â
"No shit. You pushed an eight pound baby out of you." Despite the crude sarcasm in his tone, Sukuna tenderly caressed his knuckles over his daughter's cheek.
"Did you want . . . a girl?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I'm sorry," you mumbled, adjusting your baby onto your lap. "I assumed you'd prefer a boy as an heir."
"I'm not my father," he declared, putting an end to the conversation. "She's got your eyes."
Your daughter gazed up at you with a curiosity remarkably similar to yours. You smiled down at her, grateful she had made it. Grateful that Sukuna wasn't throwing a tantrum over the gender of your child but instead cupping the top of his baby girl's head and brushing his thumb across her forehead.
âYou got a name for her?â Sukuna asked.
âYes, but we can brainstorm if you donâtââ
âYou carried the child, you birthed her, you will name her. Whatever it is, I agree.â
Something dead stirred inside your chest. Swallowing hard, you shared the chosen name, "Nobara."
He nodded in approval, and as he pronounced her name, Nobara responded with a wailing cry. "Her tantrums will be the fucking death of me." Sukuna took her into his arms again.
"Support the back of her head and rub her back. She needs to be burped," you advised.
He grunted but followed your instructions. Moments later, a tiny burp from Nobara made you chuckle, earning a slight eye roll and a hint of a smile from him.
"I'll take the next few weeks off to help you recover from the aftermath and the stitches," he announced, rising and walking towards his work desk, where he settled into a large leather chair, cradling your newborn.
You nodded appreciatively, easing yourself down.
"Oh, before I forget," Sukuna mentioned as you settled into bed, "I've arranged a new doctor for you."
âDid you fire the last one?â
âI fired at her, yes.â
Your eyes widened. "What? Why would youâ? What?"
He shrugged, cradling the back of your newborn's head. "She suggested an additional stitch for you. Said it would make things 'tighter' down there for me."
Your face flushed. âSo . . . you killed her?â
"Yes," he confirmed, his gaze fixed on you with those penetrating eyes, "I don't need a mere doctor questioning whether I'd still enjoy having sex with my wife after she gave birth to our child."
âBut . . . you have mistresses. Donât you?â
He lifted a brow. âI had mistresses up until . . . â
Up until the kidnapping.
Sukuna never spoke of the crime after heâd saved you. Instead, he expressed his commitment through actions: sleeping beside you, teaching you how to handle a handgun, keeping a protective arm around your waist at social gatherings. Occasionally, you swore you felt him run his fingers through your hair as you slept.
"I wouldn't mind if you did," you admitted, a voice inside contradicting your words. "Given what my body has been through, I would find myself repulsive for pleasure, too. I understand if you feel disgusted."
Sukuna halted the gentle strokes on your daughter's back and straightened up. "What the fuck did you just say?"
An icy shiver ran through you, momentarily numbing the pain. "I-I just assumedâ"
"You know, you make a lot of assumptions about me, wife. It gets under my fucking skin that you'd ever believe I could raise a hand on you. Day and night, every hour and minute, even now, in your presence, my mind is consumed with ways to kill the fear that's taken root in you.â He was infuriated yet vulnerable, with Nobara sleeping peacefully on his shoulder. âEveryone Iâve ever met has done nothing but fear me like Iâm a curse on their soul, and while Iâm flattered of the monster theyâve painted me out to be, I refuse to let my wife and daughter see me in that light. Do I make myself clear?"
You . . . nodded.Â
âAnd for your information, I had mistresses up until I married you.â
You took in a sharp breath, processing the confession. "But those womenâ"
"Spies," he clarified, his voice low and steady. "They operate undercover in my clubs, keeping an eye out for potential threats. I haven't fucked anyone since the day I put that ring on your finger." He offered a small, almost imperceptible apology to your baby for cursing.
"Oh."
All you ever heard were twisted stories about the Sukuna Ryomen, a young man who, against all odds, slaughtered his own father to ascend the throne of the underworld criminal realm. Whispers spoke of a chilling childhood, where a mother's desperate attempt to suffocate her son in his sleep. The scars etched into his skin, concealed beneath a tapestry of dark markings, bore witness to the brutal initiation rites inflicted by vengeful uncles. In his domain, everyone prayed to see him buried six feet under.
Which is why you felt sympathy for your husband. He was lonely. Too lonely. Despite all the riches and influence surrounding him, he was stuck in a fortress where danger lurked around every corner. He had no friends, no one he could truly confide inâexcept perhaps Uraume. Opening up about his emotions wasn't in his nature. He kept the tough exterior, convinced that being a monster, a curse, was the only path to earning respect and recognition.
But just now, when had cut himself open in front of you and bled a human color, he was Sukuna. Your husband. The one who just became a father. A man wrapped in a comfortable robe with his hair combed down and his skin clean of dirt and blood as he held his daughter, as he gazed at you like you two were the only people meant fighting for in his treacherous world.
Sukuna noticed your silence, tuned in to your steady breaths, and lowered his lashes. "You'll ask me to touch you. Not just for the sake of having another child but for your own pleasure. If I'm not around and you need me, you will call, and I'll rush home. If this little brat gives you any trouble, I'll handle it. Hell, maybe I'll let her in on a bit of the family business for a head start."
"No," you murmured, absorbing everything he'd just said. "Not now. I want her to enjoy a proper childhood."
"Is that a demand?" Sukuna tilted his head slightly, another method of asserting authority. Yet, after all he'd shared about dropping everything for you, about making love to you, the fear in you started to dissolve bit by bit.
"Yes," you affirmed. "It's a demand."
A small smirk played on Sukuna's lips as he rose from his spot, circled the bed, and settled down beside you, with Nobara resting peacefully on his chest. Summoning all your strength, you turned to run your fingers over your baby's soft cheek and tiny, parted lips.
âShe sleeps like you, Mr. Ryomen.â
âSukuna,â he corrected, his arm covering his eyes as he breathed with a slightly open mouth. âMy wife will call me Sukuna.â
Teasingly, you asked, âIs that a demand, Sukuna?â
His arm shifted low, and his reddish-brown eyes softened, stealing your breath. âOnly from my wife and daughter.â
You smiled, closing your eyes. âGoodnight, Sukuna.â
In response, he wrapped his strong arm around you, pulling you close to his side, his two girls snuggled against his body.
In the beginning, you knew you didn't belong in the hell Sukuna ruled. Your father's mistakes, pilfering drug shipments and peddling them locally, had sealed both his fate and yours. With thoughts of fleeing the disgrace your father brought upon your family, you had started packing, desperate to escape the clutches of your old man.
The following night, Sukuna and his henchmen barged into your cramped apartment, wreaking havoc on every piece of furniture. Rocking in the corner of your room, Sukuna casted his shadow over you like the God of Death, bathed in your fatherâs blood.
Crouching down to your eye level, he tipped your chin up, leaving a splotch of blood. He used the collar of your sweater to wipe it away. In a hushed confession, you revealed the hidden drugs under the sink and floorboards, along with your father's buyer list folded in the cereal boxes. Sukuna grinned and ordered his underlings to retrieve the concealed items. Then, the chilling question hung in the air: "Are you going to kill me, too?"
"I'm tempted," Sukuna replied, "but not to kill you." His gaze fixated on your left hand, and he raised it, studying your ring finger. "You will pay for your father's crimes with your life." He held your hand in front of your face. "You will take my last name." His smirk widened, revealing perfect teeth. "Isn't that the cruelest form of death, love?"
Unconsciousness claimed you then, but after seven years of marriage, enduring unimaginable hardships, and finally welcoming a baby into the world, your answer was clear. The true torment wasn't caused by the man you once perceived as a monster but rather by his enemies.
"How am I supposed to know if Mr. Munchkin wants more tea? He's a fucking stuffed toy. Can't talk, you know?"
"Sukuna," you warned, perched on the armrest while busy crocheting baby socks for your little one on the way.
Nobara, wielding a rubber, squeaky hammer, stood up from her seat, giving her father a bonk on the head each time he let out a curse. And you often heard the squeak of the hammer around the house.
Nobara's tiara was slightly askew, frustration evident in her curled lips and bared teeth. She was growing increasingly irritated with her father's lack of understanding about the rules of her tea party. "Mr. Munchkin wants tea, Papa. Give him tea! Give him tea! Give himâ"
"Fine, I surrender. Here, you little bastard. Take the whole fuâdamn pot." He shoved the plastic teapot towards Mr. Munchkin, a well-loved cat stuffed toy you had gifted Nobara on her last birthday. "Happy?"
"Cup," she insisted, pointing at the tea cup in front of Mr. Munchkin.
Sukuna sighed and poured the water from the kettle into the pink plastic cup.
"Me too," Nobara added, settling back in her kiddie chair. Sukuna had barely taken his seat before she had him on the floor. "Hurry!"
"May I pour for the other toys first, Your Highness?"
"Not toys. Friends."
Sukuna shot you a helpless glare, eliciting a chuckle from you. He filled the table with tea, and Nobara, holding her small cup, clinked it with her father's, followed by her collection of stuffed animals. Sukuna reluctantly mimicked the gesture. Instead of sipping the tea, he downed it like a shot.
âPapa!â
âSukuna, come on.â
There wasnât any winning with his girls.
Sukuna reluctantly poured himself another cup, sipping it with an air of royalty that mirrored a princess. Despite his resistance to the make-believe tea party, you couldn't ignore the genuine affection he showed toward his daughter. He would nod attentively when one of the stuffed animals "spoke," laughed along with Nobara, and even beautified himself with a glittering tiara, a feathered pink scarf, and deep purple-painted nails.
Sukuna was, without a doubt, a fantastic father. It came as no surprise that Nobara's first word was 'Brat.'
That night, you kissed your daughter goodnight and tucked her into her bed. Sukuna joked that heâd spent every last bit of his wealth decorating the bratâs room, filling it with the latest toys, and stacking her closet with whatever clothes she laid her finger or eyes on. She was truly the princess of her fatherâs heart.
"She's asleep," you informed him.
"I'll give her a kiss in a minute. Just need to finish this," Sukuna replied, pouring over his documents.
Letting out a sigh, you shuffled over, rolled back his chair, and settled onto his lap. He continued reading as you wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your cheek on his shoulder, peering at him through your lashes.
"I want you," you murmured.
Sukuna paused, lowering his gaze to meet your cheeky smile. "Later."
"It's late."
"I have to finishâ" He halted as you began kissing his neck, moving up to his jaw and cheeks, tracing the contours of his face tattoos.
"Please, Sukuna," you whispered near his ear.
How could he refuse you anything when you appeared so stunning, radiating with the joy of expecting another child in your four-month-old belly?
âTake off your robe and get on the bed. Spread your legs for me.â He gave your ass a little smack as you happily skipped away, shedding your clothes and clearing the bed to settle in. With a grin, you opened your legs, propping yourself up on your elbows.
Sukuna stood up from his seat, loosening his robe as he did. He sighed, watching the moisture forming between your legs. Pregnancy seemed to heighten your lusts, and Sukuna was always ready to fulfill your needs.
âWhat pretty, wet cunt,â he whispered softly, leaning in to kiss your chest, trailing down to your stomach, your hips, your calling clit.Â
Over the years, you realized Sukuna enjoyed pleasuring you more than the opposite. He feasted on you like a starved man, whether it happened in the back of the limo, in a guest room during a party, or just minutes before a crucial meeting in his office. He insisted it was his way of relaxing, often pleading with you to spend a full hour on his face as he ate you out and drank every drop of your release. It had turned into a daily routine for him. And for you.
âOh, Sukuna, yes, yes. Right thereâah!â Your back arched off the mattress when his tongue drove into your hole, flicking and exploring your clamping walls. His mouth was latched to your pussy, sucking it in, his cheeks hollowing rapidly. Your fingers tightened in his hair, hips voluntarily grating against his face, his sharp nose rubbing over your swollen clit.Â
Sukuna drew back as you came down with a muted cry behind your hand and lapped at the flow of your juices pouring out of you. His lips shone as he leaned over and gently kissed you, allowing you to taste yourself from his tongue. âIf I donât fuck you now, I will die.âÂ
âHurry, then.âÂ
Sukuna pushed himself inside you, and that first wave of pleasure hit you so strongly that you sank your nails in his back and cried out heavenwards. He groaned and grunted, thrusts growing speed, his plump balls smacking against your ass. You loved that he fucked harder, faster, driving you to the brink of ruination.Â
After you'd healed from Nobara's birth, he would always make sure to get at least ten orgasms from you. From midnight to early morning, he'd fuck you in every possible position. But his favorite was always missionary, where he could have his eyes on you, writhing and whimpering beneath him, telling him itâs too much, he's too thick, all while using your heels to draw him in even closer.
Sukuna curled his arm around your waist and sat you up on his lap, thrusting up into you as you coiled yourself around his neck. âOh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Your cunt was made for me, love. Your cunt was fucking made for me.â His hand threaded to the back of your head, grasping your hair and drawing your face back so you were looking him in the eyes without wavering, without bowing your head. He needed to know you didnât fear him when he fucked you like this. It was an unspoken check-in, and when you smiled drunkenly, only then did he let you return to embracing him.Â
âAre you close?â you whispered.Â
âNot yet. I want to come in your ass.âÂ
You shivered despite how scalding and sweaty your bodies were. âDo it.âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
You nodded. âPlease.âÂ
Sukuna dragged you off his cock so you could get on all-fours, raising your ass up for him. Heâs only ever been in your sacred spot a handful of times but never finished himself inside it. It appeared that tonight you were both a little extra spellbound.
Mounting himself behind you, Sukuna unfurled your ass and spit on his fingers, stroking the puckered hole. He gathered the creamy liquid dripping out of your pussy to lubricate the spot. His middle finger stretched you out, followed by his ring fingers, pushing in and out until he knew for sure you were prepared for him.Â
Sukunaâs steel-hard cock pushed into your tiny hole. The sight of it expanding to swallow his girthy size almost made him come right there and then. He started to move in sluggish movement, grabbing onto your waist. His hips cruised, brushing against your ass, making you impatient and push yourself back.Â
âUnderstood.â He chuckled and dug his nails into your skin, dragging out to the tip and shoving himself inside. Your face pressed into your pillows, crying and trembling as he abused your asshole non-stop. âYouâre taking me so well, my love. Oh, fuck, fuck.â He rutted into you like a beast, claiming your body, rubbing your clit from the front, spanking your ass, brandishing you over and over again.Â
You both snapped in unison.Â
Sukuna sagged over your spine as he bucked in every last bit of his sloppy seed. His lips kissed your shoulder blades, holding you up by one arm. Gently, he pulled out, his cock growing floppy until you flipped onto your back, hair sticking to your sweaty, flushed face, belly slightly swollen, your tits larger in size, his release mingled with yours seeping out from your holes.Â
âFuck, I love you,â he whispered, cupping your face like he didnât just fuck your soul out of you. That smirk youâd come to love appeared on his lips. You reciprocated back, stretching out your arms so he could lean down and kiss you sweetly on the lips and cheeks and toss in a praise or two for what a good girl you were as he slid into you again, slower and more intimate with his game. âI fucking love you, Y/N.âÂ
You smiled against his lips that continuously whispered the three beautiful words and said, âI love you, too, Sukuna,â before sealing it with a long, lasting kiss.
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cw: pregnancy
âwhen you said we were sneaking out to go for a ride, i didn't think you meant that,â you sigh, breathless but content as you slump against your husbandâs chest.
âdeep breaths, darling,â diluc encourages, fingertips brushing down your spine. it makes him think of before, of juvenile fumbling and embarrassment. heâs much less chaste now. confident in his touches and his ability to please you. âwhy let the horses have all the fun?â
âyouâve been spending too much time with kaeya,â you grumble.
âi agree. itâs why i had to sneak away from his party with you.â
âyour party,â you correct, letting him twine your fingers with yours. just like he had earlier, when heâd convinced you to sneak out of the surprise birthday party thrown in his honour. âthe guests are likely looking for you.â
dilucâs used to being the center of attention. he doesn't necessarily enjoy it, but his day-to-day is filled with employees searching for his signature or potential clients seeking his participation on new ventures. as the king of the wine industry, heâs possibly the most in-demand person in mondstadt.
but their attention is nothing compared to yours. youâre his favourite person.
âyou didn't even make it to the cake,â you add, shifting in his lap. âwhich means they'll be looking for us soon.â
he brings your hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss upon your knuckles and making your heart flutter. âi've already had dessert.â
your face warms considerably against his skin as he chuckles, releasing your hand in favour of slowly smoothing his palm down your side, resting on your hip. heâs more than content to abandon his birthday party entirely in favour of being here in bed, watching the sunset over the fields of your home and bathing you both in golden light.
âwell, itâs your birthday party,â you say softly. âeven if your actual birthday is two days away, i still want you to have everything you could possibly want. and if what you want is to sneak away from your party to bed me so thoroughly, who am i to argue?â
his heart starts to thump so loudly in his chest that he fears you can hear it. he does want something else, an answer to a question thatâs been stifled by shyness, fear, and uncertainty.
âand if i wantedâŠsomething else?â
your fingers trace idle patterns across his arm as you hum. âiâd do my best to give it to you.â
he knows you would. which is why heâs been waiting, making sure you want this just as much as he does.
âkaeya said something to me earlier,â he starts.
âplease tell me this doesn't end with you hitting him.â
âof course not.â well, not this time. âhe asked when i would make him an uncle.â
your movements pause, and diluc wonders if he'd messed up, if it was too soonâ
you sit up immediately, grasping his shoulders. âhe told you i was pregnant, didn't he? i knew adelaide wouldn't be able to keep it a secret. sheâs been knitting baby socks since last week.â
wait.
wait.
âyouâreââ
âi wanted it to be a surprise,â you deflate, a frown tugging on your pretty lips. âon your real birthday. adelinde was the only one i told, only because sheâd caught me throwing up in the rose bush sheâd just pruned and insisted i get checkedâŠâ
dilucâs hardly hearing you, your rambling slowing to a stop as he holds your face in his hands.
he needs to hear you say it.
âweâre having a baby?â
you place your hands atop his, nodding. âweâre having a baby, diluc.â
he presses his lips against yours, one firm kiss before he rests his forehead against yours. you are and will always be his favourite person, the only one who could give him a gift as special as this.
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BONUS:
âlavender bisque. whispering peach. sweet potato surpriseâŠâ adelinde murmurs, hunched over a few sheets of paper.
âwhat is that? is that the menu for tomorrowâs party?â kaeya asks, peeking over her shoulder.
adelinde sighs, shaking her head. âthey're sample colours i had sent over for the nursery.â
ânursery?â
âyesââ the colour drains from the poor womanâs face as she realizes her slip. âoh dear!â
the realization takes a few moments to sink into the cavalry captainâs âmy brother had sex?!â
for @mydiluc aka mrs diluc ragnvindr for listening to my endless rambles...and also diluc bday fic!!!
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A Little Sugar Goes a Long Way
Summary: youâre in need of some sugar and go to see if your neighbor Hyunjin can lend you some.
Pairing: Hyunjin x fab reader
Genre: strangers to lovers au, smut-18+MDNI
Word Count: 3.6k
Warnings: teasing, filthy kissing, oral sex ( m and f receiving), masturbation, nipple play, pussy slapping, cum swallowing, cum tasting, cum swapping, unprotected sex (donât), squirting, creampie
Notes: a little break from my spooktober fics. I just canât get enough of hyunjin. spooktober will resume tomorrow!
If you enjoyed, please consider a like, comment, reblog as it keeps me motivated!
Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024)
âFlour, butter, baking powder, milk, salt, canola oil, sugarâŠâ
You frantically looked through your cabinets, looking for the white sack that was needed to complete your recipe. You searched everywhere, but couldnât find any, panic slowly setting in.
âShit,â you muttered under your breath, slamming the last cabinet shut.
You were in the process of baking a cake for your friendâs birthday party tomorrow and you were missing the star ingredient. You really didnât feel like going to the store, having to battle the crowd shopping for their own needs, being shoved this way and that as you tried to get to the aisle you needed.
You crossed your arms and tapped your foot, thinking how you could obtain the sugar. You could have it dropped to your house, but that could take longer than necessary, and plus the delivery fee was bound to be more than the cost of the sugar itself, not to mention having to tip the driver.
You were lost in thought, the idea of going to the store becoming more realistic with each passing second. Right as you decided on your decision, you remembered your neighbor Hyunjin. He recently moved in, but usually keeps to himself, with you only seeing each other in passing when youâre both on your way to work.
You could see if he had some sugar, just enough for your recipe. Making your way to your door, you slid into some shoes and grabbed your keys, leaving to go next door. It was a nice day, the sun shining, no clouds in sight. You made your way down the sidewalk and over to Hyunjinâs house, walking up the steps to his door.
Taking a breath, you rapped your knuckles on the door three times and quickly dropped your hand to wait. A minute passed and then two, with no one answering the door. You were about to turn around to return home, assuming he was out when the door swung open, a disheveled Hyunjin on the other side.
âOh, hi,â you said, turning to face Hyunjin as you took him in. He was wearing a pair of sweats and a t-shirt splattered with different colors, and his hair up in a ponytail. You forgot how easy he was on the eyes.
He looked at you for a moment, his eyes wide as he tried to place where he knew you from. It was starting to get a little awkward until there was recognition in the brown orbs, a smile gracing his face, his dimples appearing.
âY/n!â He exclaimed, clapping his hands together. âWhat are you doing here?â
âSorry to bother you, but I umâŠran out of sugar and Iâm baking a cake andâŠâ you paused for a moment and rocked back and forth on your heels. Why were you nervous?
Taking a breath you continued, âAnd I was wondering if I could use some sugar?â
âOh? Of course! Come in, Iâll get you some.â
You followed Hyunjin, stepping over the threshold into his home. As you followed Hyunjin to the kitchen, your eyes wandered from room to room, taking in the simplicity of it all. It was surprisingly clean, not what you expected of him.
Once in the kitchen, you stopped by the counter and watched as he opened a cabinet, pulling out the white sac containing the ingredient you needed.
âHow much do you need?â Hyunjin inquired.
âOne and a half cups please,â you replied.
Hyunjin hummed and grabbed a small bag to place the sugar in. You watched as he delicately opened the bag, his fingers curling around the edge of the rim, pulling it open. Your mind couldnât help but wander, thinking of how those fingers would feel trailing down your body, touching you where you were throbbing in between your legs.
You watched as he gripped the bag and tipped it over, measuring out the amount you needed. His veins were prominent, his muscles flexed and bulging. You shook your head, ashamed of your staring, heâs your neighbor after all.
While he finished up, you could hear the faint sound of music drifting through the house. You listened closely, familiarity dawning on you at the tune.
âIs that The Paper Kites?â You asked, a smile forming on your face.
Hyunjin looked up from his task with a look of surprise. âYou know them?â He asked smiling.
âMmhmm,â you responded, âI love them.â
Hyunjin closed the bag of sugar and set it aside, then handed you the little baggy he prepared for you.
âNot many people know them,â he said, âI was listening to them while I paint.â
âI didnât know you painted.â You looked at the man in front of you with curiosity. You found yourself wanting to know more about him. He smiled and then looked down, pushing a strand of hair out of his face.
âI do,â he said, âwould you like to see what Iâm working on?â
âAbsolutely,â you said with a smile. You set your bag of sugar down before following Hyunjin further into his house. The music became a little louder, the folk tune permeating the air the closer you got to where he paints.
Hyunjin gestured you inside a room, bowing slightly as you passed. You giggled at his chivalry, fascinated with this strange man.
Once inside, you stopped, taking in the room. It had the feel of organized chaos, sketch books and canvases littering the corners. Some canvases were blank, not yet graced with a story while others were covered in intricate, abstract designs.
In front of a large window, Hyunjin had set up shop. An easel with a large canvas perched on top sat in front of a large window, the view consisting of the expanse of trees. A little stool was present, where he created his stories little by little.
âCome, come,â Hyunjin said, breaking you out of your thoughts.
You followed him over to the canvas and gasped in awe at the picture in front of you. The picture was breathtaking, the swirls of colors blending in to create a beautiful scene. The people were drawn to embrace, the outlines of their bodies fading into the stormy background.
âItâs still a work in progress, butâŠyeah,â Hyunjin said.
He watched your face as you looked over his painting, your eyes roaming over each figure, each detail, analyzing his work with thoughtful eyes. You were beautiful in that moment, the sunâs rays trying to peak through the curtains he had over the window, illuminating your face and causing it to glow.
His eyes drifted to your lips, as you lightly bit them in contemplation, the flesh blanching briefly before blood flow returned, causing your lips to take a rosey tint once more.
âItâs beautiful,â you whispered, not wanting to disturb the calm atmosphere, your eyes searching out his.
âThank you,â Hyunjin replied, rocking back and forth on his feet.
You both stood there in silence, neither one of you knowing what to say, the music continuing to play in the background, soft and sweet.
It doesnât begin right away, the feeling of want. It starts softly, gently, with the beating of your heart, slowly increasing to where it feels like it will jump out of your chest. The feeling moves lower until it reaches your core, a pulsing ache in this serene moment.
Thereâs a shift in the air, a change. What once was calm and friendly, turns into something charged and electric, almost as if the feelings between you two are now palpable, drifting through, lightly touching and caressing your skin.
Hyunjin is nervous, never having had a beautiful girl in his home, yet alone in his most sacred space. He stands there watching, waiting, as the tension grows, the feeling growing into something large, taking over his body. He feels his cock twitch within the confines of his sweats as he watches you breathe in and out, your breasts heaving with each breath.
Heâs unsure of what to say, but wonders what you will do if he leans in and presses his lips to yours, feels the softness against his own. He finds himself drifting closer to you, one step at a time, his eyes never leaving yours. Heâs never felt this desire before, not with any of the few encounters heâs had. Heâs nervous and scared, hoping this doesnât backfire on him, hoping youâll accept him.
You watch as Hyunjin walks toward you, that look in his eyes as if heâs hunting his prey, yet also with a hint of fear. Heâs probably nervous of what you will do if he reaches out, touches you, caresses you. He need not worry, as you begin to move toward him, meeting him half way.
Your dripping, your arousal leaking into your panties, the wetness soaking the material through. You watch as he looks at your lips and then your eyes as if heâs seeking permission.
With a slight nod of your head, he lightly grasps your face and leans down, his breath shaky until his lips meet yours. Itâs just flesh against flesh at first, both of you savoring the feel of each other, the softness of your lips pressed together.
But then it changes, as Hyunjin moves his lips against yours, softly, gently, as he pulls you closer. It goes on for a few moments more before turning more hungry, more needy as the kiss becomes more heated.
He nips your bottom lip causing you to sigh, his tongue sliding in against yours at the newfound opportunity. The kiss continues to grow more passionate, more desperate as you both take each other in, needing to be closer to each other in this moment.
You pull away out of breath, Hyunjin chasing after your lips, a whine escaping with the motion. You grin and lick your lips, before pushing him backwards, slowly, one step after the other, until his legs hit his stool, causing him to collapse onto the seat.
He stares at you with wide eyes, his chest rising and falling, watch as you sink to your knees. He canât believe his luck, not thinking his day would take this turn.
You run your hands over his thighs, rubbing them through his pants, inching higher and higher with each repetition, getting closer to the bulge thatâs forming, slowly filling out his sweats. You see a wet spot forming, causing you to smile.
You continue your assault, before reaching his covered cock, placing your hand over the hard appendage. You listen to him gasp, his eyes hooded as he gazes at you. Heâs hard, unbelievably so beneath your hand. You give his cock a squeeze and shift closer so you can place your hands within the confines of his waistband.
You pull his sweats down, Hyunjin helping you by lifting his hips so you can rid him of the accursed item. You noticed he wasnât wearing boxers, his cock slapping his belly once his sweats were out of the way.
You smirked at the information, âyou naughty boy,â you cooed, as you tossed his pants away.
Hyunjin gulped at your teasing. He was turned on, as you touched him, teased him, your fingertips dancing on his skin. You touch him everywhere but where he wants it most, his pelvis becoming sticky with each passing moment as his pre-cum steadily leaks from the tip. His cock twitches whenever you move, hoping in anticipation that youâll touch him there or even better wrap your pretty lips around his cock.
You can tell heâs at his wits end, wanting you to touch him. Heâs being good for you, you notice as he sits still, clenching and unclenching his fists. You decide maybe itâs time to reward him, soothe the ache you know heâs feeling.
You clench your thighs together before leaning down to press a kiss to his tip, as Hyunjin moans above you. You press kiss after kiss on the tip, the shaft, all the way back up before taking the head between your lips. You began to suckle, your tongue darting out every now and then to press against his slit.
Hyunjin is a mess, as you take him in, the feeling of your wet, hot mouth on his cock better than anything of his wildest dreams. He, however, grips your hair and lets out the loudest moan as your mouth descends further, taking him to the hilt, his cock kissing the back of his throat.
He takes a deep breath, and then another one, willing to calm himself down and not blow his load too soon. He gazes down at you, the beautiful sight of your mouth on his cock, the spit thatâs dribbling out, helping with the slide.
Heâs in love with the sounds you make, the little moans that you let out, the vibration causing his cock to twitch. Heâs close, embarrassingly so.
You can tell Hyunjin is close as he grips your hair harder, pushes your head down more forcefully, as you take him in again and again. Your pussy quivers in need with each twitch of his cock, your mind wandering, needing him in you.
You grasp his thighs and continue to blow him, never slowing down. Itâs a messy, sloppy affair, as your spit dribbles down his shaft and into the pubic hair around his cock. You moan as he presses your head down one more time and he cums with a loud groan, rope after rope of hot cum hitting the back of your throat, flooding your mouth with the salty fluid.
After a moment, Hyunjin releases your head and you sit up, your mouth full of cum. You look him in the eyes before you swallow, Hyunjin letting out a whimper as you do so.
He watches you as he comes down from his high, watches as you stand up and back away towards the little couch he keeps in his studio. He watches as you raise the shirt over your head, a black lacy bra on display. He watches as you unclasp the bra, your pillowy tits popping out, nipples hardened and prominent. He watches as you slid your leggings and panties down your legs, a string of your arousal dripping from your soaking pussy and onto your ruined panties.
Hyunjin unconsciously licks his lips, wanting to attach them to your soaked lips in front of his view. He nearly topples over as you sit down and lean back, spreading your legs wide, your pussy on display. He nearly chokes when you spread your lips, a âshlickâ echoing throughout the room from your wetness.
Youâre wet, unbelievably so, and you know Hyunjin loves it. You watch him as you reach your fingers down, the digits landing on your pussy. You dip them into your heat, gathering up your arousal before bringing them to your clit. You swirl them around the bud, sighs leaving your lips as you apply a little more pressure. You continue to pleasure yourself until Hyunjin jumps up, tosses his shirt off, and all but practically runs to you, dropping to his knees as he whines.
He pulls you to the edge of the couch as buries his face in your pussy, causing you to squeal at the sudden intrusion. He darts his tongue out to lick a stripe from your entrance to your clit, before sucking the bud between his plush lips. He takes you in with no mercy, grasps you tighter, harder as he eats you out like a man starved.
Your hands fly to his hair, grasping the strands as he sticks his tongue into your wet heat, fucking your walls with the muscle. You cry out as he massages you, pushing him further into your sopping pussy as his nose brushes against your clit, the stimulation causing shivers to run down your spine.
You feel on fire, warmth expanding and spreading throughout your body, your toes curling, as he makes out with your delicate flower. Your moans increase in intensity, your voice rings out as you let go, releasing your arousal all over Hyunjinâs face. He steadily drinks you in, lapping up every drop as it gushing from your core.
Hyunjin groans as he tastes you, as he becomes obsessed with how you spill on his tongue. He doesnât let up, not for a moment, even when you squirm and mewl in overstimulation. He revels in how you grip his hair, how the pain shoots through him with each tug, the sensation traveling to his cock, causing it to harden even further.
He finally pulls away, his face smothered in your arousal, the fluid glistening on his lips, his chin, his nose. He swipes his tongue over his bottom lip, savoring the taste of you as he watches you, watches your tits rise and fall with each breath, the look of infatuation on your face. He doesnât wipe the rest of his face, no, he wants you to taste yourself on him, so you can savor the taste just as he did.
You watch as Hyunjin stands, and strokes his cock, wet sounds permeating the air with each pass. He shuffles closer to you, cock in hand as he gazes at your pussy, watching as it clenches over nothing, your cream oozing out, down your ass and onto his couch below.
He pulls his eyes away and looks into yours before asking âcan I?â
You smile at him and beckon him forward, holding your legs open in invitation. He steps forward and taps your pussy with his cock, causing you both to moan at the sound, how wet you are for him, this man youâve just met.
You sigh as he runs his cock through your folds before his tip catches at your entrance. He slowly pushes his cock in, your walls accommodating to the stretch. Inch by inch he pushes, until his cock is sheathed fully within you, snug within your walls. He stills and looks down at you, his eyes full of lust. You both breathe in tandem until you signal for him to move.
Hyunjin feels at home, sheathed between your warmth, as if his cock was made to be buried within your walls. He takes a deep breath and with your ok slides his cock out until the tip is almost out before sliding back in. He thrusts again and again before speeding up, the feeling of ecstasy spreading throughout his body.
You both are a mess as you both moan and clutch onto each other more, trying to get as close as possible as he thrusts his cock within you. You play with his ponytail, your fingers running through the strands as Hyunjin buries his face in your neck, letting out a whine.
Heâs desperate for your pussy, his mind a jumbled mess as you suck him in over and over. Heâs desperate in the sound it makes, talking back to him with each glide. He sits up so he can look, watch his cock stretch your walls and what heâs met with almost makes him blow his load.
His cock is coated in white, coated in your arousal. Heâs in a trance as he watches his pelvis meet yours, your cream coating the hair donning his pelvis, the âshlickâ sound it makes as he withdraws. Heâs in disbelief as your little hole stretches around his cock, his ego soaring that you take him so well.
He snaps out of his trance when he watches you reach down, your fingers playing with your clit, smearing your arousal around. He watches as you mewl, your other hand coming up to play with your tits, pinching, grasping, massaging the flesh.
He feels his cock swell with each passing moment, feels it twitch each time you clench down on him. He looks into your eyes and mutters the words that leads to both of your undoings.
âCum with me princess.â
You squirt all over his cock, your release covering his cock, coating your thighs and drips down your ass. You moan out as Hyunjin stills, his cock twitching within, his cum painting your walls white. He fills you, thrusting a few more times for good measure before withdrawing his cock.
You watch as he kneels down once more and licks up both of your release, making sure not to leave a drop before standing up and connecting your lips with his. He pushes his cum mixed with your slick onto your tongue, as he groans deeply.
Hyunjin pulls back and stares at you, âgo ahead and swallow princess,â he coos.
You do as youâre told, the mixture of salty with a bit of sweet sliding down your throat. You open your mouth afterwards, Hyunjin smiling.
âWait here,â he mutters before grabbing his sweats and pulling them on.
You watch as he leaves the room. You didnât have to wait long, as he comes back with a towel to clean you up. Heâs soft and gentle, ensuring to clean every sticky drop up before helping you sit up.
You grin as he helps you get dressed before he sits on the ground, placing his head in your lap.
You smile down at your neighbor, cradling his face. His eyes say it all, will he see you again, will he get to feel you again. You reassure him with a look of your own, not wanting to disturb the silence of the moment.
Youâre glad you didnât go to the store to get the ingredient you needed, happy you decided to trust your neighbor to have it in his home. After all, a little sugar can go a long way.
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birthday cake - rafe cameron
Baby daddy! Rafe x Baby mama! Maybank! Reader
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Summary:
Itâs Irisâ first birthday, and Rafe may have gone a little overboard.
Warnings:
None, just birthday party fluff, some kissing
Word Count: 2.9k
A/N:
I love baby daddy Rafe. Let me know if you want to see more!
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âWell donât you look absolutely gorgeous!â
Iris smiled and clapped her hands, giggling at your excited expression. She was dressed in a big poofy pink dress, white Mary Janes on her feet. Her light brown hair had been gathered into two tiny pigtails. She had a party hat you would try to get a picture of her in later, but you knew better than to try to get her to actually wear it.
It was May 26th, exactly one year since the best, most amazing day of your life.
âAlright, letâs get this show on the road,â JJ called as he walked through the living room carrying an armful of gifts. He had been packing the car the entire time youâd been getting Iris ready.
You picked up your daughter and sat her on your hip, grabbing her diaper bag and your purse with your free hand as you followed JJ to the door.
JJ got the last of the party supplies packed in the back of the car while you buckled Iris in her car seat, which turned out to be more difficult than expected with the floofy dress. You briefly wonder if you should have changed her at the country club.
You got it done eventually, and then you and JJ were on the road to Figure 8.
Rafe had insisted you hire a party planner. You argued with him on it at first, because you are perfectly capable of planning a first birthday party yourself, but he wouldnât drop it, saying he didnât want you stressing about planning and setting it up yourself. You had rolled your eyes, but he was paying for it, so you figured, what the hell.
It actually wasnât bad at all. The party planner had involved you every step of the way just like youâd wanted to be. She let you make all the decisions while she made it all come together. It was honestly amazing.
You arrived at the country club just in time to get settled before guests began to arrive. JJ carried the gifts while you carried the baby. You had planned the party for the perfect time, she was freshly up from a nap and would probably stay in a great mood for the whole event.
Your eyes widened as you, JJ, and Iris walked into the event space that had been booked for the party. The theme you had decided on was Berry First Birthday, and it was the most extravagant babyâs birthday party youâd ever seen.
When Rafe had told you he wanted to take care of the party, you didnât know what to think. He told you youâd still have full creative control because he knew youâd been looking forward to it, but he was going to cover it and he wanted to hire a planner. He let you make every decision, mostly staying out of it, his only instruction being âIt has to be the best for my girl.ïżœïżœïżœ
There was a big balloon arch made up of red, white, pink, and berry colored balloons, including some actual strawberry balloons, sitting in front of a large pink backdrop with printed strawberries that said Irisâ Berry First Birthday. A vintage looking white high chair sat in front of it, a banner attached to the front that said One with pink and red tassels.
There was a long table filled with food, including some cookies in the shape of strawberries and a large spread of fresh fruit. There was a table that held champagne, which you thought was kind of funny for a one year oldâs party. Another table held a giant 3-tiered white cake decorated with strawberries.
He had really gone all out. You werenât sure why you had expected anything less.
Rafe came walking over the second he noticed you walk through the door, a grin on his face.
âThereâs my birthday girl,â he said, reaching his hands out for Iris. She immediately held her arms out, leaning forward towards him.
You handed her over with a laugh, knowing you were no competition when Rafe was around. She was a complete daddyâs girl.
He placed a big kiss on her cheek as he settled her in his arms, and she giggled.
âYou look so pretty, baby girl,â he complimented her, smoothing down the puffy skirt of her dress. âI love your dress.â
âDadadadada,â she babbled in response, a gummy grin on her face. She still only had about 5 teeth. Rafe wore a pink shirt and khaki colored pants, and it was adorable the way he matched with her.
âYou really went all out,â you said, taking in the extravagance of the event.
âYeah, well,â he said, brushing you off and not taking his eyes off the baby, âshe only turns 1 once.â
Rafe was always a real baby hog. Once he took her when you arrived, you had a hard time getting her back. You busied yourself arranging the gifts on the gift table and setting out the gift bags you had put together for all the guests.
Guests began to arrive not long after. You and Rafe greeted them together with Iris, the star of the show, in his arms. She absolutely ate up all the attention, giving everyone a big smile and tolerating being passed around to friends and family.
âItâs my bestie!â Sarah squealed as she walked up with Wheezie next to her, holding her hands out for her niece. Rafe reluctantly handed her over, mostly because Iris had already been reaching for Sarah anyway.
Sarah and Wheezie cooed at the baby, fussing over her outfit and hair. Rafe watched, looking impatient to get her back.
âI canât believe youâre one already,â Sarah said, looking emotional as she hugged Iris to her chest. Iris tolerated the hold for about 2 seconds before she was wiggling free, and then she was reaching for Rafe again. Rafe took her back with a smug grin on his face.
âMe either,â you said, fighting back tears. You had been emotional all day, you definitely didnât need to be reminded how monumental of a day it was.
You had been satisfied with cell phone pictures, but apparently Rafe had hired a whole photographer. She called you over now, to the backdrop.
There was a whole photo session while the guests helped themselves to the food and refreshments. Photos of you and Iris, Rafe and Iris, you, Rafe, and Iris together. Pictures with Iris, Rafe, Sarah, Wheezie, Ward, and Rose. Some of you and JJ with her. And of course a group photo with the pogues with the birthday girl in the center.
When it was time for cake, you settled Iris into the vintage high chair. JJ brought over her smash cake, which was a smaller version of the big cake - small, round, and white with strawberries painted in icing decorating it. There was a big 1 candle on top.
JJ handed the cake to you, and Rafe pulled out a lighter and lit the candle.
The two of you walked over to the high chair, holding the cake in front of Iris close enough to see but far enough away that she couldnât reach the fire.
The whole party began to sing happy birthday, and it was then that it really hit you.
The past 365 days of your life flashed before your eyes. First smile, first laugh, first tooth, first word, learning to crawl. First night home from the hospital, when Rafe never strayed far from your side, holding newborn Iris every chance he got so you could eat and shower and sleep. The day she was born, when Rafe held your hand the entire time you were in labor, wiping the sweat off your face, feeding you ice chips, and telling you Youâre doing amazing, babe. How it had been a complicated labor, and when she was finally out and you heard her cry, you both looked at each other and breathed out a collectively held breath of relief. Seeing your daughter for the first time, just a tiny little thing, brand new to the world and snuggling into your chest for comfort. Rafe holding her for the first time, looking at her with pure adoration, and the way he cried (but made you promise not to tell anyone about that).
Your eyes moved up to look at him, and like he had the exact same thought at the same time, he turned and his gaze met yours as you continued to sing the song. Tears welled up in your eyes and you saw his become glassy, too. You both smiled at each other, a million unspoken emotions conveyed between them.
When the song was over, you and Rafe blew the candle out together, watching Irisâ delighted face. Rafe removed the candle and you placed the little smash cake in front of Iris.
She examined it first, cautious. Rafe grabbed her little hand, dipping it in the icing and bringing it to her lips. She gladly put her fingers in her mouth, they were usually there anyway, but her face lit up with a smile when she tasted the buttercream icing.
âSee? Mmm, yummy,â Rafe said, beaming at her.
âUmmy,â Iris repeated, and she dipped her hand into the cake willingly this time, grabbing a big handful and bringing it to her mouth.
Rafe laughed, delighted, and clapped his hands together once. Guests were taking pictures and videos on their phones, the photographer getting plenty of shots. Everyone continued to watch as Iris devoured her smash cake, eating until she couldnât anymore.
You and Rafe cleaned all the cake off of her when she was finished, which always made her cranky. She screamed as you wiped her off, but you and Rafe only laughed. You were still feeling emotional.
The big cake was served to all the guests by country club staff, and again it occurred to you that you had never in your life seen such a grand event for a one year old.
Presents were opened after everyone ate, you and Rafe on either side of Iris as she ripped into her gifts. She was more interested in the paper and empty bags than the gifts inside them, but at least she was having a blast. You knew sheâd be excited about the actual gifts later.
The gift table was already overflowing with the amount of guests at the party, but you swore that Rafe himself had brought half the table. It seemed like every other present handed your way had From Daddy written on it in Rafeâs handwriting.
Iris was asleep in Rafeâs arms by the time the guests began to leave. She was absolutely knocked out from all the excitement of the day.
Rafe stroked her hair absentmindedly as you both saw your guests off, thanking everyone for coming.
It was just close family and friends left, JJ and the pogues were loading up the car with Irisâ gifts while you ate another piece of birthday cake.
âTurned out pretty good,â Rafe said, speaking softly as he held your sleeping daughter.
âAre you kidding? It was amazing. You did not have to go all out like this.â You raised your eyebrows at him, icing smeared on your lips.
Rafe reached forward with his free hand, swiping his thumb across your lips and gathering up the icing. He popped his thumb into his own mouth, sucking the icing off as he held eye contact with you. You watched him, stunned for a minute.
âItâs no big deal,â Rafe said as if nothing had happened. âI wanted her to have a good party.â
You just looked at him. He was unbothered as usual.
âWell, it was a great party,â you finally said. âI appreciate it, Rafe.â
He shook his head. âYou donât have to thank me for doing things for our daughter. I want to.â
You knew he was being honest. Rafe went overboard sometimes, this being a perfect example, but he had the best intentions and it wasnât hurting anyone. It was hard not to fall in love with him when you watched him being the worldâs best dad.
When the car was packed full and there were still plenty of gifts left, Rafe told the guys to start loading the rest in his truck.
âIâm worried all this stuff isnât gonna fit in the house,â you said, furrowing your brows as you threw away some trash.
âAnything thereâs not room for she can keep at my place,â Rafe offered. Most of her stuff was at your and JJâs house, because thatâs where she spent most of her time, but she certainly was spoiled at Rafeâs too.
When everything was successfully packed up, Rafe buckled Iris into her car seat. She was so tired she barely stirred, continuing to nap as he snapped the buckles around her body and carried her to your car.
Rafe locked the car seat into the base in your back seat. He turned to you, suddenly standing so close.
âIâll follow you back to the house,â he said quietly. âHelp you unload all this stuff.â
Back at the house, you carried Irisâ seat inside, unbuckling her and bringing her to her bedroom while Rafe and JJ unloaded the cars. You changed her out of her dress and into something comfy and let her hair down.
You rocked her in the glider. She was so worn out from her day she started to drift back off quickly, her eyes fluttering shut and body relaxing in your arms.
When you stood to lay her in her crib, you noticed Rafe standing at the door. You slightly jumped when you saw him, not expecting him to be there, which made him chuckle quietly and you gave him a playful glare.
You stepped out of the room, closing the door behind you and Rafe softly.
âSheâs tired, huh,â Rafe observed, smiling at you. He was in a good mood today - it had been a good day.
âWorn out,â you agreed.
Rafe reached forward, rubbing his large hand down your arm. âYou did really good, by the way.â
âIt was fun,â you said. âBut the planner definitely did most of the work.â
âShe just did the boring part, you made the whole thing come together.â
You smiled back at him. He was being sweet, he was making an effort.
âI know everyoneâs been saying it all day, but I canât believe sheâs actually one,â Rafe laughed, rubbing a hand over his face. âIt feels like she was just born.â
Your smile was tinged with sadness, the emotions from the day sticking with you. âI know. Itâs too fast. All of it,â You shook your head, thinking of how fleeting her baby days had been.
âI just wishâŠâ Rafe began, looking down at his hands instead of at you as he spoke, âThat I didnât have to miss out on any of her life.â
You were silent. You knew what he meant. But you also knew that a relationship didnât work between the two of you. It was toxic, you were both jealous, you fought all the time. When you co-parented as two single parents, things were easy. If only you could ignore the way he made you feel.
Rafe sighed when you didnât respond. He said your name softly. You turned to look at him, finding his deep blue eyes staring into yours. He walked up to you until he was standing right in front of you, hand reaching up to play with your hair.
âRafeâŠâ you breathed, and you knew you should push him away, walk away, anything, but you donât.
Rafe leaned down until his lips met yours, kissing you softly, gently. You felt yourself melt into his kiss, like every bit of common sense in your brain was dying.
His arms wrapped around your hips, pulling your body flush against his. Your arms went around his neck, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth, massaging your own.
You moaned against his lips, which only egged him on more as he slid his hands around your body to grab your ass.
You pulled away just enough to speak. âJJ could walk back here at any secondâŠâ you whispered against his mouth.
Rafeâs lips quirked up in a smirk, because he didnât particularly care about that. But he knew you did.
âMaybe we can go to your bedroom, then?â he proposed, his fingers stroking over your body and sending shivers across your skin.
You wanted to say yes. But it was always a bad idea, always such a bad idea - maybe for once youâd make a smart decision.
âI canâtâŠâ you said, sounding like it pained you.
Rafe just held you for a second longer. Finally, he pressed his lips to your forehead, giving it a kiss as he pulled away from you, squeezing your arm as he let you go.
âI better get going then,â he said, and neither of you wanted him to, but you didnât change your mind. You didnât stop him.
Rafe turned and left the house before you could even say anything. You stood in the hallway until you heard the front door closing, his truck starting outside.
You briefly thought about running after him, begging him to come back and spend the night with you. But you donât. You decide to have more respect for yourself than that.
But you spend the whole night in your bed, thinking of him, aching for him. Until you reach for your cell phone, charging on the bedside table. You send him an impulsive text, just seeing if heâs still up.
His response comes immediately.
Rafey
Knew youâd regret letting me leave.
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Bad Idea, Right?
summary: A night of drinking with your friends lands you at your ex boyfriendâs apartment â which is ultimately a bad idea.
pairing: Modern!Aemond x Ex girlfriend!Reader
word count: 3k
warnings: Explicit smut, alcohol consumption, angst, brief mention of drug use, language, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, p in v sex, creampie, Aemond is a fuckboy. 18+ MDNI
note: idk how I feel about this but Modern!Aemond is my weakness, and the grwm of Ewan ruined my life. Feedback is appreciated! Feel free to send me requests!
If someone were to ask you your own personal example of girlhood your answer would be simple: getting ready for a night out with your girlfriends. While going out and partying with your friends was fun, you considered the act of getting ready together art in itself.
It was tradition, a ritual. Filled with laughter, inside jokes, excitement, and anticipation.
Glitter, hairspray, memories. It was your time to bond and let go of everyday stress.
And thatâs where you found yourself right now: sat in front of your best friendâs vanity, large curlers in your hair. The sweet smell of vanilla coming from Rhaenaâs birthday cake scented candle filling the room.
Six months had passed since your breakup with Aemond and the twins had declared that you had spent more than enough time moping. It was time to get you back out in the world.
âIâm so happy that us girls are going out tonight,â Baela said as she finished up applying her mascara.
You involuntarily scoffed at her comment.
âWhat?â She questioned, glaring at you.
âItâs not like itâs just us,â you say matter of factly.
âOh, come on! You know Jace is basically one of us!â
She wasnât wrong. If you had to pick a guy to be in your friend group, it would be Jace Velaryon. He was easy to talk to, kind, considerate. A breath of fresh air from what you were used to. You understood why Baela was into him. Plus, he donned a beautiful set of chocolate colored curls matched with an adorable, toothy, grin.
âDo not beat around the bush, Bae!â You admonished, âI know Cregan will be there too.â
Cregan Stark was Jaceâs best friend. A rugged guy from the North. He had a thick beard and piercing gray-blue eyes. He had quiet confidence, basically a big teddy bear. There was no denying he was rather handsome. Itâs not that you would be opposed to sleeping with him, per say, you just werenât sure if you were ready yet; although Baela begged to differ.
Once the three of you were all ready to go and the Uber was on itâs way, Baela pulled you to the side.
âLook,â she began, holding each of your hands in hers, âI know you're nervous. Youâve been through a lot and it can be hard to put yourself back out there â but you deserve this. Aemondâs out living his life, you have to live yours! Itâs going to be fine! You look incredible, we are going to have a great time.â
Baela, as usual, was right. You were enjoying yourself. You were now on your third drink, tapping your finger nails on the glass as you half heartedly listened to Cregan tell an embarrassing story about Jace from when the two of them were in high school when you felt your phone vibrate.
A text from an unknown number flashed against your screen, paying no mind to it you opened it immediately. Your stomach dropped.
Hey⊠itâs Aemond.
You swore that men had some kind of radar that would let them know when a woman was finally happy without them. When that radar went off, only then was it that they decided to try to contact you again. Not during the months where your heart was left in ruin, not when you would do anything for answers. Only once you were healing, on the brink of reaching that light at the end of the tunnel; they weaseled their way into your life once more to ruin everything â and Aemond was right on schedule.
It had been months since he last contacted you, you felt as though your stomach was gonna fall out, your nervous system in a frenzy.
You could not let him ruin your fun.
âLetâs take a shot of something,â you suggested.
And then your phone buzzed again.
I know itâs been awhile, but I wanted to see how youâre doing?
Been awhile? Thatâs the understatement of the year. He didnât care how you were doing when he broke up with you over a text. He didnât care when the rumor of him sleeping with a professor spread around campus, humiliating you.
Ignore. Ignore. Ignore.
Relief washed over you once you saw Baela return with 5 shots of Tequila in hand.
âHeard this makes your clothes come off,â she said as she handed you the shot glass, shooting a wink over to Cregan. You downed the shot quickly, ignoring her comment. The liquid burned down your throat as it settled into your stomach.
Slamming the shot glass onto the table, your head spun and you couldâve sworn you felt your phone vibrate again. You needed air.
âIâll be right back, I need a cigarette.â
âIâll come with you!â Rhaena chirped.
âNo!â You shouted, almost too enthusiastically.
âNo, thatâs okay. I know you hate the smell of smoke, Rhae. Iâll just be a minute.â
With that, you frantically made your way to the patio of the bar. Just as you lit your cigarette a familiar voice called out to you.
âOhhh shit! I knew that was you!â
Now you were sure that the universe was certainly conspiring against you. It was none other than Aegon Targaryen. Aemondâs drunken, perverted, older brother. Wonderful.
Turning on your heel abruptly and puffing smoke out of your nostrils you gave him a reluctant wave.
âHi, Aeg.â
âHow are you?â He asked, wrapping his arms tightly around you, âhow have you been?â
Not sure if it was the liquid courage or the need for someone else to witness the audacity of your ex, but you just shoved your phone into his chest, eyes glued to him as he scrolled through the messages with his eyebrows raised.
âDamn, I never would have thought Aemond to be the type to beg!â he laughed as you shot him a look of disapproval.
âListen,â he said before taking a long drag of his own cigarette, âAemond means well. He was pretty shaken up after you guys broke up.â
Yeah, right. What was there for him to be shaken up about? He broke up with you.
âAnd if you ask me,â he continued through puffs of his cigarette, âyouâre the best thing that ever happened to him.â
âIsnât he seeing someone like, twice our age?â
âNot anymore.â
A pregnant pause filled the air between the two of you as he handed you your phone back.
The conversation was becoming awkward, so Aegon tried to comfort you the only way he knew how.
âI know youâre stressed and all⊠do you, uhhh, want a bump?â
His question took you by surprise.
âA bump? Um, Iâm good, Aeg.. thanks.â
The blonde lifted his hands up in defeat.
âGood call, if you do go see Aemond, I doubt he would be happy about that.â
âIâm not going to see Aemond,â you answer flatly, hitting his arm lightly.
âWell, whatever or whoever you decide to do tonight I wish you luck!â he smirked, âbut, I know our mom would be thrilled if you started to come around again.â
âShe misses me?â you blurted out, the desperation clear in your voice.
âYeah,â Aegon shrugged, âwe all do.â He smiled as his large palm patted against your back before he made his way back inside the bar.
You stood in silence as you finished your cigarette, unsure of what to do when you received yet another text from Aemond. You responded with the first thing that came to your mind.
Have you been drinking?
No. Come over. I want to see you.
Your phone buzzed again, but this time it was a picture. A photo of his cat Vhagar. The elderly feline was sprawled out across his leather couch, the caption reading: âshe misses you too.â
She did not. She only ever liked Aemond.
Well, Iâve been drinking so⊠canât drive.
Where are you? Iâll come get you.
No. He couldnât. You couldnât risk Baela seeing, she would kill you.
Nah. Thatâs okay.
God, this conversation was going nowhere. Why were you entertaining him anyway?
Let me get you an Uber.
Buzz.
Please.
Gods, he was pushy.
Fine đ«
Once you found yourself back inside the bar, you decided to use that last shot of tequila as your reason to leave. You had said something along the lines of the mixture of liquors wasnât agreeing with you and that you were gonna head out. The girls were disappointed, but they understood. Baelaâs only condition is that you were sure to text her once you were home safe. You bid Jace and Cregan goodbye, and even agreed to go out for drinks with them again in the upcoming week.
As you sat in the backseat of the Uber, your palms filled with sweat and your heart raced as you made your way to the other side of the city to Aemondâs new apartment. You couldnât help but feel nervous, wondering how he might react and if this was the right decision. Your mind raced with thoughts and emotions, but you tried to stay composed as you you pulled up to the building.
Aemond was waiting outside the apartment complex for you. His expression was unreadable as he puffed on the last few drags of a cigarette, quickly flicking it to the ground and stomping it out so he could make his way over to you.
âHey,â he greeted, offering a shy smile before extending his arms out to hug you. âIâm glad you decided to come.â
His scent alone was intoxicating. A mixture of nicotine, spearmint toothpaste and musky cologne. Being in his embrace again had your head spinning, you felt as if your heart was going to beat out of your chest. It was almost as if the two of you never parted ways, like he never left. Damn him, you thought to yourself .
âWell, this is my new place,â he said as he opened the door to the lavish apartment. It was absolutely was stunning. Beautiful, mahogany cabinets and stainless steel appliances. The living room was spacious with high ceilings and a giant window that had an incredible view of the city. It was very Aemond-esque. It felt familiar, safe.
You spotted Vhagar on the dark green velvet couch in the center of the room.
You watched carefully as one of her eyes opened, she rose from her spot almost instantly once she spotted you. Making a beeline to Aemondâs bedroom.
âI thought you said she missed me?â you asked playfully.
"I may have lied," Aemond replied, giving you a shy smile.
An hour had gone by and you had spent the majority of it arguing with Aemond about your past. You listened to him attempt to apologize, explaining that it wasnât you, it was him. He made a mistake, heâs changed. You werenât having it, and yet, in the midst of it all, you had found yourself sitting so close to him you were almost on top of him. Mid sentence he had crashed his lips against yours. A rude interruption, for sure â but now, all bets were off.
The kiss was rough and intoxicating, a clash of teeth and tongue. He grazed your bottom lip with his teeth before sucking it into his mouth. Your head spun.
"More," you whispered against his lips, "I need more of you."
Aemond took no time to pick you up and carry you to his bedroom, as he placed you down on his bed gently. You feel his hands tearing off your clothes, striping you down to your underwear. Your heart raced with anticipation and desire. The intensity of his touch sent shivers down your spine. He lowered himself on top of you, reaching his arm up over his shoulder to remove his own shirt.
As he leant back down over you, his tongue trailed from your chin to your lips. A soft moan escaped your throat as he sucked on your lips, taking control of the kiss.
Arousal stirred inside you as he nipped down at your neck, licking and sucking until you arched your back under him, desperate for his touch.
âMissed me baby?â he teased, âbecause I sure missed youâ, his violet eye scanned over your body, blown with lust as he made his way down. His slim fingers ghosted along your stomach, then gripped harshly onto the meaty flesh of your thigh. Your legs parted, letting him know what you wanted. He didn't hesitate, pulling your underwear off with one swoop. Leaving you completely bare in front of him.
âI missed this pretty little pussy too, fuck,â he groaned before biting at your thighs just before lowering his head between them, licking a stripe up your slit. You bucked under him, pushing him harder against you, driving his face deeper into your center.
A low groan left your throat, his name falling from your lips as you tugged at his silver hair and held his face against you. His tongue circled around your clit, the small bud swollen from his attentions. His fingers found their way inside you, exploring your cunt.
His thumb replaced his tongue on your clit as he rubbed harsh figure eights against you. He continued to rub your clit harder. Your breathing quickened, and your body legs began to shake.
"Oh, thereâs my girl. You gonna cum for me?"
The combination of his words and a few more thrusts of his fingers made your mind go completely blank. Your ears rang, your vision blurred so much you had to squeeze your eyes shut, eventually seeing stars. Aemond finger fucked you through your orgasm as you soaked his hand.
You laid there for a moment, total blackness surrounding you until your Aemondâs calm voice brought you back to reality.
âHoly shit. You good baby?â
You nodded your head eagerly at him, âMore than okay.â
After giving you some more time to come down from your first orgasm, Aemond crawled on top of you, as he began to slowly drag his cock between your already swollen folds, swirling the tip in your wetness; almost pushing in, but not quite.
âAem,â you moaned, âplease, I need to feel you. All of you .â
âStill so needy, hm?â He teased as he buried his cock inside you to the hilt. You winced at the length of him.
âLittleeee bit of a stretch baby,â he said as he let you adjust to his size, âthere we go.â
"Oh.. Gods," you moaned. You forgot just how big Aemond was. The stretch was almost unbearable and yet, you craved more. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him deeper into you.
He began to rock back and forth into you, pumping his cock in and out. The louder you moaned, the harder he pounded into you. Eventually, the head of his cock pressed against your cervix.
"Please, please don't stop," you begged. He began to pound into you harder and faster, the lewd sound of his balls slapping against your ass filled the room. You felt your second orgasm of the night building inside of you as he continued to fuck you.
"Oh, Gods! Aemond, please, youâre going to make me cum again,â you babbled as your orgasm ripped through you once more. Your cunt clenched around his length as the tip of his cock bullied the spongy spot inside you without mercy.
Your slick coated walls contracting around him was all it took for him to lose control. He let out a loud groan as he spilled himself inside you, filling you with his seed as he bit down hard on your neck.
âFuck,â he groaned as the aftermath of his own orgasm coursed through him, his cock still twitching inside of you. After placing a wet kiss on your cheek he positioned himself upright, placing a hand flat on the headboard behind you to help keep balance, he slowly pulled his cock out of you. You winced at the emptiness, a pool of warmth leaking out of your cunt and onto the bed sheets.
âOh, shit. Here, let me help clean you up.â
As you came down from your high, you also came to your senses. No. Him cleaning you up would be too intimate of an act â as if he wasnât just buried inside of you.
âNo, Aem. Itâs fine, I need to go to the bathroom anyway.â
He shrugged, âthere are washcloths under the sink if you need one.â
Your heart sank as the bathroom door shut. A red lacy bra, that definitely didnât belong to you was slung over the door handle. Memories of your past relationship came flooding back, along with feelings of sadness and regret. You couldnât help but wonder who the bra belongs to, your first thought was that older professor. It's a painful reminder that not only had Aemond had not changed at all, he also just took advantage of you.
This was definitely a bad idea.
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wet nights | joel miller
pairing/AU: bfd!joel miller x female!reader â no outbreak
summary: getting beer spilled down your dress at your best friend sarahâs birthday party might not have been so badâ not when her dad can help you clean up.
warnings: this is an 18+ fic so mdni! reader is 25 and joel is 47, reader is described as wearing a dress, swearing, use of pet names, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, exhibitionism, praise with a dash of degradation kink, one small touch of your clit, soft dom!joel, use of sir, cum play, no use of y/n
a/n: mom said it was my turn to write bfd!joel lol. basically this is just me wanting to write joel getting his cock and balls sucked bc it's what he deserves đ as always thank you to @dustydaddyyy for reading through this for me! and happy reading <3
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Nodding your head to the beat of the music you gulped down a cooling sip of beer. The bar was stuffed to the brim tonight for Sarahâs birthday. Every chair and booth occupied, large groups huddled together against the walls, and a growing crowd of brave, seemingly deep enough down their drinks, dancers moved across the makeshift dance floor. Leaning against the bar right at the end, you were shielded from the continuous line of people looking for a drink to sate their thirst on this hot summer night.
Youâd missed Sarah since graduation. Sheâd moved back to Austin to be closer to her father â a man you had still to meet even after all these years of knowing Sarah. Youâd met in undergrad where youâd had a couple of overlapping classes the first year. Sheâd been one of those people where youâd just clicked, like a hand in a glove, you two just fit together.
Now you had moved to Austin. It wasnât exactly planned, but youâd applied to a postgraduate program at the University of Texas, not necessarily thinking youâd get inâ but then you had. Sarah had been ecstatic when youâd told her. You hadnât seen her in person in over a year, but you couldnât wait to live in the same city as your best friend again.
But first, her 25th birthday party.
Tonight would be your first night out as a new Austinite. Sarah had invited all her closest friends and family to her favorite bar to celebrate. Youâd dreaded it a little, you werenât gonna lie. That nagging anxiety had bubbled under your skin all week at the prospect of being the only one at the party who didnât know anyone already. Sarah had told you not to worry though when youâd voiced your concern to her a few days ago â sheâd introduce you to everyone â nothing to worry about, and sheâd been right.
All Sarahâs friends had been extremely friendly and nice, and youâd been taken under their wing immediately. Quickly, your anxiety had melted away, condensing into nothing as youâd started to have a good time.
It was deep into the summer, and Austin had shown itself from its hotter side the last few days. Inside the bar everything ran hot, even with the AC on blast and with the amount of people whoâd made their way inside in the last hour, looking for a good time on a Saturday night, it never stood a chance.
Trying to cool off youâd excused yourself from your new group of friends to order yourself a cold beer. One of the ACs blew cold air directly towards the bar, keeping the frantic bartenders cool as they pushed out order after order of drinks. You watched them from where you stood perfectly in the wind of the AC, glass raised to your lips when you felt a hard bump against your shoulder.
âFuck,â you cursed as your full glass of beer spilled all down your front, staining your white summer dress.
âShitâ sorry, sweetheart.â You didnât have time to react as your beer was lifted out of your wet hand and placed on the rough wood of the bar.
Looking up from your ruined dress you took in your beer thief as he reached across the bar for some napkins. He was older, forties maybe, maybe older if you were to take the sprinkle of salt and pepper in his hair into consideration, but he was gorgeous. A strong jaw and sculptured nose. Clad in a t-shirt and a dark pair of jeans, you thought he looked casualâ not like he belonged to the rest of the birthday party. The material of his t-shirt strained against his bicep as he leaned back from over the bar â a stack of napkins now in his hand. Standing to his full height before you, you noticed just how broad he was, and it made a drop of desire pool in your core.Â
The manâs previous frantic movements came to a halt as he took you in for the first time; his dark brown eyes rolling down your body and leaving a trail of heat. His fist full of napkins stalled when his eyes landed on your dress, quickly diverting them with a loud clearing of his throat.
âUmâ here,â he said, voice strained as he handed you the napkins.
Pulling your eyebrows together in a frown, you looked down at yourself again. The fabric was completely soaked through, and you felt a prickling heat tickle your cheeks as you realized you now looked like a walking ad for a wet t-shirt competition.
âOh shit,â you muttered, taking the napkins from the man as you tried your best to cover yourself.
âIâm so sorry, sweetheartâ bumpinâ into ya like that.â
Pressing the napkins to your dress you shook your head at him, âItâs fineâ eh,â you looked up from your body.
âJoel,â he introduced himself.
âItâs fine, Joel. It was an accident. Iâll just go to the restroom and try to get the stain out,â you said with a grimace, and reached for more napkins.
âLet me help ya,â he offered as he placed a friendly hand on your elbow.
As Joel guided you through the crowd towards the toilets, hand hovering at a polite distance behind your back, he continued to apologize.
âI feel terribleâ let me at least pay for it if it ends up needinâ replacinâ.â
Inside the barâs toilets, you jumped up on the stone countertop lining the wall, turning the closest sink on.
âItâs okay,â you repeated as you busied yourself with trying to clean yourself up, âThis isnât the first time Iâve gotten beer spilled all over me,â you said with a teasing laugh, trying to lighten the mood a little.
Standing beside you with his hip leaning against the stone and a knee popped, Joel huffed out a strained laugh, a laugh somewhere between embarrassment and relief.
âYeah?â He questioned, eyes falling to your working hands.
âTell you this muchâ Iâve had plenty of wet nights.â
A sound escaped Joel at your words, one he quickly tried to cover up with a cough, and you realize your innuendo a second too late. When you looked up from your hands, eyes wide, you noticed that Joelâs cheeks had flushed slightly, like he was embarrassed that heâd even caught onto the innuendo you hadnât meant to make.Â
âOh! No, not like thatââ you rushed, tone slightly mortified as your eyes met his, trying very hard not to stutter through the rest of your sentence, âIâuh... I only meant that I uhâ... Iâve had plenty of situations in which Iâve gotten wetââÂ
At this sentence, Joel raised his eyebrows in a look that seemed half-surprised, half-amused, and your stomach dropped even further into your ass in embarrassment.Â
ââwith water!â you clarified quickly, before you scrunched up your nose in embarrassment, closing your eyes as you huffed out a laughing sigh, âThereâs no way Iâm getting out of this gracefully, is there?âÂ
You heard Joelâs chuckle to your side, deep and syrupy, like the stuff youâd liked to pour over your pancakes in buckets when you were a kid.
âYouâd have gotten away with it if you hadnât started explaininâ, I think,â Joel told you, his tone joking, and you chuckled bashfully, nodding before you looked up at him.Â
There was a moment in which you exchanged a look, before you felt the smile break over your face and you dissolved into embarrassed laughter, shaking your head as Joel laughed, too.Â
âOff to a great start,â you muttered in between chuckles, âFirst week in Austin and Iâm already making passes at handsome strangers in bar bathrooms.âÂ
âI never said I was complaininâ,â Joel said jokingly, and you let out a chuckle, âFirst week in Austin, hm?âÂ
âYeah,â you said with a nod, âHere for a postgrad.âÂ
âSmart and beautiful,â he mused, âReckon I should spill beers more often if this is what I get in return.âÂ
Delicate wings fluttered in your tummy at his words as a feeling of excitement filled your chest. Looking up at him with a raised teasing eyebrow you said, âNot sure spilling beer on someone is the tried and tested formula.â Â
âWell, that depends, really,â Joel answered back in a teasingly contemplating voice, ââs it workinâ on you?âÂ
Your stomach dropped slightly at his words, and when your eyes moved to meet his, he was looking at you with a look that made your insides burn.Â
âMaybe,â you told him with a teasing smile pulling at the corners of your mouth.Â
You were never usually this bold, but there was something in the way he was looking at you and the syrup-y tone of his voice. You could tell he knew what he was doing, knew exactly what to say, and you wanted more. Biting down on your bottom lip coquettishly, you leaned backwards on your arms, giving Joel a full view of the soaked front of your dress, and more specifically, everything he could see underneath.Â
âAnd what works on you, Joel?âÂ
You watched with some satisfaction as Joel's eyes ran over the length of your chest, before he quickly redirected them to your eyes.
âYouâre making it very hard to be a gentleman here, sweetheart,â he almost whispered, his eyes as dark as the Austin summer night sky. You gave a noncommitted shrug as a teasing smile tugged at your lips. Then, you leaned forward so that you were closer to him, feet dangling slightly.
âI never asked you to be,â you told him, your voice low but not quite a whisper as you looked up at him through your lashes.Â
Behind your rib cage your heart quickened with excitement as Joelâs darkening gaze bored into yours, and you knew you him right where you wanted him. His eyes danced over your face for a moment, before they flickered down to your lips. It almost made you stop breathing for a second, the tension in the air between you so thick you could cut it with a knife. There was just something about this man, something about Joel â and in this moment you wanted him more than youâd ever wanted anyone before.Â
Maybe it shouldâve scared you, the speed at which youâd fallen under his spell (or was it the other way around?), but right now, with Joelâs darkening eyes staring into yours, you couldn't bring yourself to feel any fear. You could only look at him, could only feel his breath fanning over your lips and the intensity of his gaze on your face.
âYouâre trouble, arenât ya?â Joelâs voice was low, not quite a whisper, but full of deep bass.Â
You felt the expanse of his hand fall on your bare knee, rough and calloused over where your sundress had ridden up.Â
âNothing you canât handle.â You batted your eyelashes semi-innocently, spreading your thighs slightly, which made Joelâs mouth twitch in amusement.Â
ââs that so, darlinâ?â He asked, taking his place between your legs, your face now only inches from his as he looked down at you with a raised eyebrow.
âMhm,â you nodded slightly, your hand falling over his to guide it slowly up your thigh, âDonât you wanna find out?â
As Joelâs index finger made contact with the side seam of your underwear, he closed the space between you and pressed his lips against yours. The hairs of his mustache tickled your cupidâs bow as he dove deeper, lips rolling over yours. You sat up slightly when his other hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to him, your core rubbing up against his growing bulge. You whimpered against his lips at the contact, and Joel inhaled it, consuming every breathy moan and whimper.
His hand slid slowly downwards to your ass where he gave it a nice squeeze, pulling you even closer when your legs came up to wrap around his waist. He licked at your lower lip hungrily, and you opened yourself up to him to allow him to deepen the kiss. It was hot, and suffocating, and all-consuming, all at the same time. He was a great kisser, probably the best youâd kissed. His lips moved expertly over yours, soft and firm at the same time as he guided you through it.
The grip on your ass tightened again and soon you were half-way to hanging off the counter as he rocked his front steadily against your core, where your arousal had started to pool. The kisses turned needier then, shorter and desperate between quiet whines. You could feel the shape of him against you, hard and thick, and big. A wave of tickling arousal washed over you as you imagined yourself on your knees before him, the weight and taste of him on your tongue. He was so fucking hot, and you wanted him so fucking badly.
âCan I suck your cock?â you panted through frantic kisses.
Joel pulled back slightly, head tipped back to find your eyes.Â
âYou wanna suck my cock?â he asked, a hint of surprise in his voice. You only nodded, head tipping slowly with the bite of your lip.
Joel tsk-ed, âDirty girl,â he said and rocked his hard bulge against your core, which earned him a moan. It made a wicked grin spread across his face, like heâd just proved a point.
His hands left your body as he slowly stepped backwards â that same cocky grin adorning his features as he nodded towards one of the stalls. Jumping off the countertop, you almost tripped over your feet to follow him inside.
âRelax, babyâ ainât no need to get on your knees until after weâre inside,â he teased, holding the door open for you, bicep bulging against the fabric of his t-shirt. Fuck, he looked so hot.
âHa-ha,â you fake-laughed at him with a teasing roll of your eyes as you stepped past him and into the bathroom stall. When the door clicked behind him, followed by the unmistakable sound of the lock turning, you felt a pair of strong hands land on your hips as he pressed his body against your back.
âIâm only teasinâ,â he reassured you in your ear, his breath fanning over the shell and sending a tingle down your spine. Turning around in his hold, your own teasing smile spread across your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
âYeah?â you queried with the raise of an eyebrow, âWell two can play that game, sirâ you teased as you slowly sunk to your knees, missing the way Joel reacted to the title youâd assigned him.
From above Joel watched you, body relaxed and composed like he wasnât about to get his dick sucked, but the lust in his eyes gave him away. Your teeth caught on your bottom lip as you fumbled with his belt, the sound of metal clinking bouncing off the tiles as you focused on popping the button on his jeans and pulling the zipper down. You couldnât take your eyes off the shape of him hidden behind the denim, and it made your mouth water, your thighs squeezing together. You were mesmerized as you let your pointer finger run over the covered length of him, the cotton fabric of his boxer briefs soft under your fingertips.
For a moment, you couldnât believe what you were about to do â suck a man youâd just met less than an hour ago off in the bathroom stall of some dingy bar? But then again, something excited you about it.Â
Maybe it was Joel? Or maybe it was the thrill of it allâ of maybe getting caught?
âGo on, darlinâ, itâs okayâ be a good girl nâ take it out fâme,â Joel ordered from above, his voice dropping an octave. You looked up at him, caught the way he studied you, gauging your every move and reaction.
Then something shifted in his eyes, a flash of insecurity making its presence known, âOr donâtâ we can stop fâyou wantâ if you ainât feelinâ it anymore.â
You shook your head before heâd even finished his sentence. God, no! You sure as hell didnât want to stop.
âI wanna keep going, Joel,â you smiled, your fingers hooking into the elastic band of his boxer briefs.
A genuine smile bloomed across his face then, his rough hand coming down to cup your chin, âThatâs good, baby,â he said, swiping his thumb slowly over your skin, before he leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your lips.
âKnow youâll be good fâme, wonât you?â he whispered against your lips, drawing a breathy whine from you at the praise.
âYes,â you sighed, almost breathless as he kissed you again quickly before he murmured against your lips, âYes, you will, darlinââ youâre gonna choke on my cock ân thank me for it, wonât ya?â
He was driving you mad with all these questions. In just a few minutes, this man had turned you inside out, pushed every button to turn you onâ you were practically swimming in your panties, your mind clouded in hazy arousal.Â
You didnât know what to do, and not thinking clearly, you chased his lips.
âNuh-uh,â Joel chuckled, pulling away slightly, âlemme hear you say it, sweetheart.â
âYes,â you sighed again, âthank you for giving me your cock.â
âThank you for giving me your cock, what?â
This manwas relentless.
âThank you for giving me your cock, sir?â you tried, teeth nibbling on your bottom lip.
Pleased, a satisfied grin pulled at Joelâs lips. He rewarded you with a quick kiss before he pulled away, standing to his full height again.
You couldnât wait any longer, you needed to touch him. Hooking your fingers into the elastic band of his boxer briefs again, you slowly pulled them down, revealing inch by inch of the base of his fat cock.
He was big, and the sight made your mouth water, but what excited you the most was the weight of his heavy balls.
âFuck,â you whispered, eyes wide with fascination.
His hand found the back of your neck in a grounding hold as he guided you closer, your lips bumping against his tip. âGive it a kiss, baby⊠just like that,â he praised as you did exactly what he wanted, placing a kiss to his cock the same way youâd kissed his lips.
Over you, you could hear Joel release a content breathy chuckle, âThatâs so good, baby, such a good girl.â
Egged on by his praises, you shifted a little on your knees, steadying your hands on his thighs as you pooled a blob of spit in your mouth that you let drip down the head. Joel watched you intensely as you used your dominant hand to slowly work the spit over his length, earning yourself a strained grunt. He grew even harder in your hand as you familiarized yourself with the weight and size of him in your hand.Â
âWanna taste it, sir,â you said and placed another soft kiss to the head, swiping your tongue over the slit to taste the precum that had started to pearl.
âYeah?â he taunted, almost degrading, âYou wanna taste my cock that badly?â
âY-yes,â you whined, looking up at him through your lashes.
Joel watched you for a beat before he tapped at the hand wrapped around him, shooing it away as he fisted himself. âOpen wide then, honey, âf you want it that bad,â he said, slapping his cock against the side of your face.
Your mouth dropped open in an instance as Joel stuffed his cock inside your mouth slowly. You opened up as wide as you possibly could, relaxing your jaw to accommodate the size of him in your mouth. It was a wide stretch, and the tip touched the back of your throat far too soon, making you gag around the head.
He pulled back to let you breathe for a moment, before he sunk back down your throat again, a large and grounding hand resting at the back of your head. The second time you were more prepared to take him, holding him in your throat for a few moments longer before you started to gag. Over you, Joel let out a strained grunt; the noise sending a bolt of arousal straight to your core.
After that, Joel let you take the lead.
You started out slow, taking the head into your mouth as you let your spit-covered fingers glide over his shaft in an experimental tug. Under your fist, a slick sound echoed off the tiles with every jerk of his cock. You made sure his cock was thoroughly coated in your spit as you set a steady rhythm. You let your tongue glide over the underside of his tip, his hips bucking when you dipped your tongue into the slit.
It was sloppy, and wet, and the noises coming from your throat were entirely too obscene as you started bobbing your head, taking him down your throat.
âThatâs a good girl,â Joel praised you, helping guide his cock down your throat with the hand resting at the back of your head. âYou love suckinâ cock, donât you? Love havinâ a big cock fill up that tight throat?â
Suddenly, you heard the muted music coming from the bar grow louder before dying again at the sound of the door slamming shut. You stilled your movements in panic as you heard someone slip into the stall to your right. Your eyes met Joel as you slipped his cock out your mouth, but to your surprise he looked far from concerned about the new audience.Â
Stretching his neck he turned his head in the direction of the occupied stall, while he wrapped his fist around the base of his cock. Even in his hands it looked big, and you started to wonder how youâd ever managed to fit it down your throat. A beat passed before he turned his head to look at you again, a wicked grin coating his lips as he bobbed his cock in your face, rubbing the head over your closed lips before he slapped it lightly against your cheek.
âOpen up,â he mouthed with another light slap to your cheek. His actions made a tingle of arousal spread throughout your body, and you realized in shock how much the thought of getting caught turned you on.
You did as Joel said and opened your mouth for him to feed you his cock again. He watched you very closely this time, letting you ease yourself down his cock at your own pace, trying your best to be quiet. When the very tip of your nose made contact with the thatch of coarse dark hair at the base and your lips were snug around his cock, Joel couldnât help himself. The grounding hand at the back of your head held you down as he shoved himself as deep as he possibly could down your throat, his balls bouncing against your chin at the movement.
To your right you heard the unmistakable sound of a toilet being flushed and a lock being twisted. Your eyes welled up with tears, your vision fogging over as you tried your best to fight against your gag reflex. Over you, Joel watched you with a proud smirk on his lips. When the sound of the sink turning on echoed through the restroom, you allowed a whimpering gag to escape you as you squeezed your eyes shut.
It shouldnât have turned you on as much as it did, but the thrill of getting caught choking on an older manâs cock, a man who was essentially a stranger, made you wonder if you could come untouched. You were so close already, just a flick of your clit would send you off the edge of bliss.
Your eyes were about to roll back into your head when Joel finally pulled back. You gasped violently for air at the exact moment the door opened, filling the toilets with loud music for a moment before you and Joel were locked away again in your own little world. Like you were on autopilot, your hand slipped between your thighs to find your clit, and soon you were withering with your orgasm.
âOh, there you go, honey, come all over those fingers fâme, just like that,â you heard Joel say, though the force of your orgasm made it seem like he was far away, like your ears were filled with cotton.
When you finally calmed down, you steadied yourself with a tug at Joelâs jeans â the fabric rough under your fingertips. Over you Joel fisted his cock as he watched you with a wild look in his eyes.
âGoddamn, baby, youâre so fuckinâ hot cominâ like that just from gettinâ your throat fucked.â
âThank you, sir,â you managed to let out, your voice strained and hoarse.
Realizing he mustâve been close, you sat up straighter on your knees, ready to pull him off the edge too. Leaning forward, you stuck out your tongue, licking a fat strip up the seam of his balls to the underside of his shaft. His cock jumped in his hand as Joel let out a breathy laugh.
âJesus fuckinâ Christ,â he muttered, âLook me in the eyes honeyâ look me in the eyes when you lick my balls.â Joel jerked his cock above your face as you continued to lick at his heavy balls â your eyes locked with his.
âLook so fuckinâ pretty like this,â he choked out through groans, âSuck on âem, baby, suck on my balls.â
Blinking up at him you tried your best to fit one of them in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and sucking greedily and lapping at the skin, before you moved on to treat the other with the same amount of love.
Joelâs mouth dropped open in a gape, his breath coming out quicker and more staggered. He squeezed himself harder at the base with each jerk before skating his thumb over the swollen head, massaging it.Â
âFuck,â he panted, âIâm gonna come, baby, Iâm gonna fuckinâ come.â
Popping his balls from your mouth you hurriedly sat up in front of him, the tip off his cock brushing over the plump of your bottom lip with every thug of his cock.
âPlease, sir,â you begged, âPlease, come in my mouth.â
Joel wasnât one to deny your request, especially not when you were sat so pretty in front of him with your tongue sticking out.
A second later, Joel shoved his cock in your mouth and came â balls drawn tight as he shot his load down your throat. The force of it made you gag a little at first, the restriction around his sensitive cock only making him come harder. He groaned above you as you sucked him dry, before he pulled back when it was too much, and caught his breath.
âSay Ah,â he said, a gentle but firm hand cupping your jaw. The squeeze of his fingers made your mouth drop open to reveal the cum coated on your tongue and where it pooled at the back of your throat. âDonât swallowâ Let me see, darlinâ.â
Your smile fought against his grip. Sticking your tongue out the best you could, you let him see the state heâd left you in; chin coated in saliva, tears starting to dry on your cheeks, mouth puffy and fucked, and marked in this strangerâs cum.
âPretty as a picture,â he tutted before he let go of your jaw, and with a pat to your cheek finally gave you permission to swallow.
After that it was like the spell had broken between you. Joel helped you to your feet, both of you giggling when your legs wobbled like a foal unsteady on its feet. He held you upright with a strong hand to your waist, while the other one traveled up the length of your body to cup your face, and bring it closer to place a slow and sensual kiss to your lips.
âWould you believe me if I told you Iâd never done anything like that before?â You asked him a moment later as he helped you clean your face by the sink.
Joel gave you a look in the mirror.
âYou donât?â you exclaimed.
Joel gave you an infuriatingly casual shrug, âIt ainât your first time suckinâ dick thatâs for sure,â he teased with a pinch to your side which made you jump.
Giving him a playful shove, you said, âIâm not lying! Iâve never had a one-night stand.â
âWell, the nightâs still young,â Joel joked, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and dipping his head to place a soft kiss to the column of your neck.
You leaned into his touch, feeling the soft grip of his hands on your body, and the soft presses of his kisses as you watched the two of you in the mirror. You found that you liked the reflection looking back at you, and if you were lucky, you hoped he liked it too; maybe enough to want to see you again.
âI canât go back out there like this,â you said after a moment.
Your dress had finally dried, but so had the beer â staining it yellow.
Joel lifted his head from your neck to rest his chin on your shoulder as his eyes scanned your body in the mirror.Â
âI have a flannel in my truck I can borrow you?â
âMore layers in this heat?â you questioned, already sweating at the thought.
A wide grin spread across Joelâs face, full of mischief, âI guess Iâll just have to take âem off of you later, then.â
Turning around in his hold, you wrapped your hands around his neck, your fingers toying with the hair curling at his neck as you met his eyes. âThat doesnât sound so bad,â you whispered, painfully aware of the wet stain of arousal soiling your panties and sticking to your cunt.
âNo, it doesnât,â Joel hummed, his eyes crinkling as he smiled.Â
âWanna get out of here?â you asked and brushed your lips over his.
A moment later Joel guided you out the restrooms with a protective hand resting at the small of your back. Weaving through the crowd, youâd made your way almost to the exit when you heard a shout of your name over the music.
âThere you are!â Sarah shouted again as she moved through the crowd towards you and Joel, arms reached out to the sky.
âOh! And youâve finally met my dad!â
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âBirthday Girlâ
Wolverine x Female!Reader
written by birdy
Wade Wilson throws you a rink-a-dink birthday party every year, and this year is no exception. But this time, you have a new guest.. and heâs been watching you for a while.
Notes- hi. ive never written a fic before EVER, so pls be nice. this is mainly for me to be able to get my thoughts out of my head because Iâve been thinking about this man for way too long. happy birthday bitches đ«¶
WARNINGS/TAGS: smut- 18+ Logan Howlett x Female!Reader, Logan calls reader âKidâ, light smoking and alcohol consumption, Wade being a menace
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You had caught glances of him a few times in the hall. The scent of smoke, leather and alcohol that belonged to only him drifted in the air behind him for a few seconds even after he had walked into the apartment room across from yours. There had been a few times where you stepped into the elevator and musky cigar smoke had filled the small space. You didnât complain though, secretly savoring the intoxicating smell, taking more, quicker breaths than you needed too. You couldnât deny the knot it put in your stomach and the weakness it put in your legs before stepping out of the elevator, down the hall and into your own room.
Eventually, you were tired of the mystery. Two weeks into the seemingly one sided tension, you trapped your long time friend and even longer time across-the-hall neighbor, Wade Wilson, into the elevator with you. Ever since the stranger had moved in with Wade, he had stopped inviting you over. Your birthday was coming up, and so was your annual not-so-surprised birthday party. Once the elevator doors closed, you started,
âHey, whoâs your new roomie?â
Wade scoffed, putting a hand across his heart on his chest, the other gripping a full black trash bag that smelt of blood and for some reason bubblegum scented air fresheners. âTHATS how I am greeted nowadays? No, âHello Wadeâ, âLooking good Wadeâ, âHereâs that five bucks I owe you Wade,â
You roll your eyes, putting a hand on your hip stepping away from him. âOkay, first of all, I do not owe you five bucks. You OFFERED to pay for the funeral arrangements after you killed my fish-â
âHe looked hungry, who knew fish could be over fed?â He interrupted.
âI told you before I left!â You argue back. âI was only gone two days and you-â You rub your forehead and shake your head, frustrated. âWhatever. Not relevant. Hello Wade, you do look good.â You say, defeated.
Wade giggly adjusted his weight to his heels, to his tippy-toes, then back to his heels again âThank you.â He said, satisfied, and turned back to the doors.
âYou didnât answer my question. Your roommate? Who is he?â You ask again as the elevator dings and the doors creakily open.
He raised an eyebrow, looking at you sideways as the two of you walked down the small lobby. âUhm, news flash doll face, Blind Al is not new. Sheâs an OG. Been here a while, silly.â
âNot Al.â Talking to Wade was like trying to a horse with dementia. âYou know, âMr Tall and Handsome,â always sulking, âI donât care about no smoking rules.â
Wade throws his head back, âOoohhhh, you mean Peanut. What about him?â
âNo introduction?â You ask confused, watching Wade as he carried his trash down the hall, holding the entrance door open for you.
âWell, I donât know. I guess Iuh⊠I forgot.â He stuttered as he led you down the wet alleyway, towards the dumpsters.
âLast month you called me into your room to show me your new toothbrush. You have a new roommate and you just, âforgetâ to introduce us?â
Wade shrugs, shifting the thin, plastic bag straps in his hand uncomfortably as he walked.
The truth was, Wade did not forget. The truth was, in fact, that one of the first things Wade had done was mention your existence to Logan before he was even fully settled in the apartment.
âI think you two would hit it off, hardcore. And I mean, HARD.â Wade had said.
âAbsolutely not.â Logan grumbled, immediately shutting him down, not even looking up from the blow-up mattress he was unrolling in the living room.
Wade sat on the couch arm rest, looking down at the burly man. âCome on Wolvie, let a girl heal your cold, withered heart. Youâre a tough, âdonât get too closeâ typa guy, sheâs an âI can fix himâ type of girl, I personally think itâs a perfect match.â
âShut the fuck up. Iâm telling you to drop it.â He snapped, glaring up at Wade. âI donât need you playing Cupid here, you hear me? I swear to God, if I hear you that youâve even said my name to anyone Iâll get the fuck out of here and never look back. I donât need to be getting mixed up in any of that shit right now.â
Maybe years ago Logan would have been a flirt, he wasnât new to women or relationships, but he had been through too much. He had lost too much. Heâd never admit it, but the truth was, the infamous Wolverine was scared. Scared of intimacy, scared of getting attached, scared of loss, scared of you. Still, this didnât change the fact that he had been secretly watching you leave your apartment through the safety of the peephole of his own door. And yeah, maybe if you werenât so loud coming out of your apartment he wouldnât know your schedule within a week. Like what time you wake up to leave for work or school, or what time you come home. What days you take your trash out or do your laundry. And when he found one of your sweaters lying around the apartment when he first moved in, what should he have done with it? He was holding onto it for safe keeping. And yeah, he knew it was yours, but only because your sugary perfume clouded his nostrils and made his head feel fuzzy. It was so recognizable, he knew immediately the sweater was yours. Maybe if you wouldnât drown yourself in the body mist he wouldnât instinctively know when you were just in the hall, he told himself. It wasnât his fault he had animalistic smelling.
He couldnât, however, find an excuse for how heâd hesitate in front of his door, watching for the elevator to stop at your shared floor, wait for the doors to open and inhale the scent of your panties from down the hall once you saw him, then heâd unlock his door and rush in quickly. Sometimes if he was unlucky heâd steal a glance of your full body out of the corner of his eye.
None of this meant anything though. He could contain the animalistic urges he had towards you. Especially when he caught a glimpse of your thigh when you knelt to pick up a dropped grocery. He could handle himself when he heard your thick, sweet laugh through walls when watching a show or movie. But at the same time, what harm would it cause if he touched himself while inhaling the scent of your hair, sweat and perfume through your abandoned sweater late at night? And keeping it locked away in a locked dresser wasnât creepy, it was just there until you asked Wade to look around for it.
He could handle himself from a distance. He knew this. He knew his limits.
He had been woken up from the couch after a long afternoon of drinking and despair by a loud âSURPRISE!â followed by laughter and clapping. He did not know there was a party going on, let alone a party for you. He was completely blindsided when you were standing within ten feet of him, in his living area, talking to Al and Wade and the others, laughing that sweet laugh
Shit..
Where could he escape? The front door was no longer an option, everyone was clustered in front. Maybe he could make a run for it through the bedroom and out the window? Or maybe take his chances down the escape ladder through the-
âSleeping beauty has awaken!â
Shit.
Before you could blink, Wade was pulling you through the small cluster of friends to the couch, where a very confused, very hung over, very huge piece of man stood like a deer in headlights. This was your first time seeing him up close, and shit was he alluring. His hair was untamed and messy from his interrupted sleep, his thick brows furrowed. Frown lines prominent as his large muscles twitched under his shirt-
âHey, his eyes are up there you horn dog.â Wade publicly snapped you back into reality. Immediately flustered, you began trying to save the situation that was doomed from the start.
âI wasnât looking at- I wasnât even doing anything, Wade!â
âItâs okay, I know you werenât. Heâs just a moron.â He put an understanding hand up as he spoke. Fuck his voice was so deep and low, almost a growl. It felt rich and threw shivers straight to the back of your throat and straight into the dark jeans you wore. You swallowed. Hard.
After an awkward greeting, Wade had basically pushed a drink into both of your hands and left you to fend for yourself. Logan took a seat on the couch, the worn furniture dipping under his weight. He was clearly uncomfortable. He kept his eyes low, rarely meeting yours. He threw his arm over the head of the couch, spreading his knees. He pulled out a cigar and gestured to it. You couldnât tell if he was offering you one or asking if youâd mind if he smoked, you shook your head no to both. You politely sat next to him, pulling your legs under yourself next to him.
Unfortunately, this man was not the easiest to speak to.
âSo, Logan. Youâre new.â You fidget with the cup in your hands.
He lets out a low âMhmâ while taking a puff, then lets smoke pool out of his mouth and drizzle out of his nose, before speaking again. âYeah. Donât really know how I ended up here. Just, kind of did.â
You nod, looking around the room. 2016-2018 pop hits played on the pink Hello-Kitty speaker Wade had bought for himself, now sitting on the kitchen table next to the drinks. Various characters lounged around the apartment chatting and eating pizza and drinking.
âSeen you around, yâknow.â
You turn to face him again.
âOh?â You ask, sipping your drink.
He nods in return. âIf you need help bringing groceries up to your room or somethinâ, you can just let me know. Heard you drop a few things before.â His top lip twitches just the slightest in what you assume is his version of a smile. He puts the cigar back into his mouth and chews.
You furrow your brows at the sarcastic banter. âOh yeah? Didnât know I had a stalker.â You bite back, smiling while doing so.
âNot stalking you, kid. Just minding my own business and getting interrupted every two seconds by my noisy neighbor.â
After this, the two of you spoke more fluid. Relating in Wadeâs schemes and circumstances became a common interest. You felt yourself becoming more and more comfortable with the manâs presence. After your second drink, your leg rested against the rough denim of his thick thigh. He said nothing about it, so you continued to speak to him. You were unaware of what he was thinking or feeling.
He was freaking the fuck out. Especially when you asked him to go outside with him to get some air. He agreed, and the two of you slipped out of your own party. The night was dark as you walked through the city-lit pathway to the side of the building. Logan watches you and takes another puff of his cigar as you stretch in the open air. You sigh, relieved to be out of the stuffy room.
You could feel his eyes on you. The heat and heaviness of his lingering eyesight, watching your every move as if you were his prey. It made you nervous. It made you intrigued. You wanted to be in his sight, and he wanted to keep watching you.
âYou shouldnât smoke so much, shitâs awful for you you know.â You say, leaning on the brick building next to the tall, muscular figure.
He gives you a slow, sharp smirk in return, his canines showing through resting on the cigar.
Your heart begins to thump and he looks deep into your eyes, like he sees through you.
You let out a shaky exhale as your smile fades and take a step closer to him. He takes the cigar out of his mouth and looks down at you, shaking his head.
âYou donât want this, kid.â
You pause, trying to read his face in the dim lighting. âI do, and I think you do too.â You speak low and soft, like if youâre too sudden with your movements heâll get startled and dash away. You slowly raise a hand and rest it on his hard, warm chest. You feel it rise and lower, heâs heaving now.
You bring your face up, closer to his. He doesnât move, so you whisper into his own lips, âLogan, itâs okay.â
The light encouragement is what he needed. He looks down at your parted lips, pushes the lit cigar into the brick wall next to you, putting it out and dropping it, before muttering back,
âWell, you are the birthday girl.â
He leans down to give you what youâve been asking him for, and what heâs been yearning for. He kisses you, slow and respectful at first, stepping in front of you. He puts his large, rough hand in between your head and the jagged building, protecting you as he pushes you against the wall. You bring a soft hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down farther into your space. He tastes like alcohol and smoke, and you couldnât get enough. The kiss gets sloppier as you welcome his tongue into your mouth. You look at his face through squinted eyes, only to see his brows furrowed in deep concentration and self-discipline as to not overstep. You shut your eyes again as you grab his other hand, dragging it to your waist. He lets out a soft, low groan in response to the contact of your skin. Your waist feels so soft and warm is his heavy grip. He softly paws at your side, then up your loose shirt. He pauses underneath your bra, and you arch your back in response.
He breaks away, a trail of saliva connecting the two of you momentarily before breaking. âThis okay? Youâre sure? I can touch you like this?â Heâs almost pleading, even with all of the consent in your body. He looks down at you, eyes half lidded.
âYes, Logan. Stop asking me.â
He nods, smiling slightly, and slowly shifts his long, thick fingers underneath the garment, and towards your chest. He brings his mouth to yours again, greedily taking and lapping at your mouth. The scent of your arousal intoxicates to him. You clench your legs together, to which Logan uses his thick, sturdy knee to break you open and apart. You feel exposed to him now, resting on his knee. The rough denim rubbing sends jolts to your throbbing core. The kissing is wet, his stubble rubs against your lips as he gently bites your tongue with his canines. His hand gently gropes your breast, while pushing his knee against your dampening soft area. He brings his calloused hand down back to your waist, slowly guiding your hips to rock against his knee. He uses his other hand against your head to gently grip your hair and push your head closer against his mouth.
Logan didnât get you a birthday present, but he was definitely making up for it.
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last chance; long live the inbox graveyard! âi pick a long forgotten request in my inbox and write a short blurb or musings
hot tub time machine lando norris x you âno warnings, just fluff "could we get a number 14 (pool/hot tub sex) with lando pleaseeee? so excited that youâre writing again!!" ârequested by anon on october 8th, 2024
âhappy birthday, sweetheart...â
âi really needed this," he sighed, "knowing i would be home with you for this was the only thing getting me through the last few of weeks.â
lando could feel every single ache and pain wash away as he slid into the hot tub, stomach full of the gorgeous italian spread youâd ordered for dinner. his favourite. he swore you were an angel sent to earth, everything you did for him was heavenly, he could never find the words to tell you how much he loved you.
âyou look so happy lan,â you smiled, dropping the kimono youâd worn during dinner as landoâs eyes cast across your body, luring you into the tub.
âiâm very happy - especially when i get to enjoy all of this⊠câmere pretty girl.â
a soft giggle slipped from your lips as you grasped his hand, "let me get a bottle of red wine for us to share and i'll join you â do you wanna open the one daniel gave you?"
"ooo, are we entering that portion of the night?" lando asked suggestively as you stood up, shooting him quizzical look.
"what do you mean?" you asked earning a loud laugh from the tub, water splashing a little as lando pulled himself up to the edge, smiling over at you with a look you knew all too well.
"as soon as you start on the red wine, you get so frisky," he stated as if it was a well-known fact, one that you certainly weren't aware of.
"i do not!" you staunchly defended, earning another loud scoff.
"oh, wow," lando laughed, "yes, you do baby and i'm not complaining so crack her open..." he teased as you carefully stepped into the tub, with lando's help of course, eyes still narrowed in annoyance.
"okay so maybe wine makes me a little more amorous than usual but i think i'm just like that when i drink, no?" you pouted, earning yourself a pity kiss from the birthday boy.
"red wine makes you horny and that's okay," he teased again with a cheeky smirk on his face as you handed him the stemmed glass, "ta."
"we'll see then, won't we," you tutted, pouring two glasses of wine while lando chuckled to himself.
"i already know what's gonna happen but sure," he baited with a wink as he slowly dunked his head under the water and emerged with a shake of his wild curls, sending water flying across the room and all over you.
"you are so sure of yourself tonight."
lando's eyes skimmed across your body briefly while you claw-clipped your hair up, not wanting the hassle of having to dry it before going to bed. secretly you knew where the night was headed, red wine or notâ it was his birthday after all, but you weren't about to admit that to the man hypnotised by your every move, jaw slack from the glorious view of your cleavage.
lando was a simple man.
"well, i am the birthday boy after all so i reserve the right to be cocky once a year, yeah?" he taunted from the other side of the tub.
"yeah, only once a year..." you rolled your eyes humorously.
the distance between the two of you seemed too far for lando, so he sculled the rest of his drink and carefully placed the glass on the floor before giving you a mischievous smile.
"steady on, party boy," you chuckled as he leaned forward and snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you into his warm hold.
"i just want to focus all of my attention on you," he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear that had fallen out of your clip, his emerald irises darted over your face, finally resting on yours.
"i missed you a lot, you know."
you took that as an invitation to straddle his lap and rest your elbows over his shoulders, wine glass dangling from your fingers. lando smoothed his hands down your back and and pressed fiery kisses across your chest. his lips travelled back up your neck, along your jaw before finding your soft lips in a slow, passionate kiss. you moved in sync with him, bringing one of your hands up to trawl through his wet, tangled curls. the chlorine always got the best of them.
lando hummed quietly into the kiss before pulling back slightly, "this is the best birthday i've ever had... and i couldn't be more in love with you," he confessed as you took the chance to admire the sweet boy you'd chosen to share your life with.
you grasped his face gently between your hands and pressed another soft kiss to his lips, making sure he knew just how much you loved him, no matter what life threw your way.
"i love you too, darling... happy birthday."
a/n â the first of the end of (f1) season sale!! this hot tub request actually wasn't forgotten, just half-baked so thank you anon for sparking up the inspiration to finally finish it! hope you enjoyed it đ
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congrats on 1k again mel đ€ i'm so proud of u!!
i'm requesting for ur event: the lyrics "you make me wanna fall in love" from "juno" by sabrina, and the driver is oscar piastri
ౚৠMAKE YOU FALL IN LOVE â§Ë. OP81
ౚৠPART OF MY 1K EVENT & my short n' sweet series (not posted yet) ౚà§
summary â you said it was casual, but you both knew it wasnât. he liked to tell people that heâs certainly not in love with you, so maybe you just had to make him fall in love.
a/n â thank you so much for your constant support mlđ„č im not too happy with how this turned out, but i hope you enjoy reading anyway <3 based on the song âjunoâ by sab!
warnings â kinda smutty?? jealous!oscar, making out, very suggestive, hints of angst, english isnât my first language, not proofread
It really wasnât your fault.
You decided to keep it casual as to not get him into any drama, so that people know his focus was keen on racing - becoming a world champion and whatnot - and also for your sake, because the hate, if you werenât used to it, really could become unbearable, and the last thing Oscar wanted was for you to have to deal with any of that, you were just way too precious to him for that. So the decision was made. No strings attached.
Stupid, right? No strings attached is something to settle on before being all the way into it. Because at that point of your relationship, there was no way to keep it casual anymore. The only way was to take a few things that had been said two or three times too often back. To leave it all behind and really only do those things for âurgent needsâ . No more spending the night or cooking together or meeting up without the friend group or sneaking away from said friend group just so he could finally rip the dress you had been teasing him with all night right off of you. But he had other plans, he seemed to just keep going with it. Telling you how much he missed you every time he was back from the long weekends, repeating the same three words over and over again as he makes his way down your thighs, kissing every clothed and unclothed spot he could reach from under you.
The first time it happened it was simply an accident, at least thatâs what you told everyone. At least thatâs what you told yourselves. But your touch and perfume still lingered even after a week, so the next time you saw each other at a birthday party of one of your mutual friends, Oscar couldnât keep his hands off you either. Confessions of being attracted were spoken out loud and the only thing keeping you from taking it farther was nothing more than a mental holdback. You were scared of the public. He was scared to see you hurt because of that.
After a weekend during summer break spent together you asked him to finally decide on where to go on from this. He blurted out that heâs not in love, so there was no reason for things to get complicated. Your breath hitched. Casual hookups was what he said. Friends with benefits, you chuckled, seemingly angreeing with him as to not make this situation any weirder, even if it hurt just a tiny bit. But he was right. You had a different idea of a perfect life than he had. Racing was his passion, being in the spotlight was part of the sport, and you couldnât even handle having to hold presentations in class because you hated being the center of attention. You two were just too different.
So yes. It is his fault! Because if heâs really, after all these lovey-dovey moment shared, still not in love â like you admittedly were â then he should stop acting like he did. Why would he get you flowers every few weeks? Why would he gift you a whole vacation with your best friend including hotel, trips and things a sane person wouldnât even ask for for your birthday, and the rest of your friends would only get a normal birthday card and occasionally whatever small thing they had wished for? If you were really just casual, then why did he treat you as if none of this was ever just casual at all? Why did he treat you like his girlfriend if he so confidently stated that heâs not in love with you just months ago?
He couldnât expect you not to want him to fall for you too if he was the one who made you fall for him in the first place. As if the âcasualâ sex wasnât enough already, he just had to do the most romantic shit for you as to not let you get over him at all. He wanted to play with your head, he made it obvious. Too many mixed signs, too many actions done but too little words said. Lucky for you and for him, two can play the game.
If he was sooo sure heâs not in love with you, which he just had to be, maybe you just had to make him realize his loss if he ever lost you. You had to make sure he knew that you were desired also by men who werenât him, and since itâs his fault you fell for him in the first place, he should be the one who has to face he consequences of not loving you back.
In other words, a little jealousy clearly wouldnât hurt him.
You were getting ready in the bathroom of your apartment together with your best friend, âjunoâ by Sabrina Carpenter playing in the background while you gossiped about whatever came to mind â including Oscar and you. It was a secret to everybody else, but not to her. She was the one you cried to after Oscar told you he didnât have feelings for you.
You finished up your makeup with some lipgloss, and once you were final,y content with your accessories and outfits, you made your way over to your friendâs, jackâs, birthday. Everybody was there, including Oscar. And Lando. His only ally and his biggest rival. If that didnât make him crack, then nothing would, but you decided to try, at least. Lando and you got along alright already when you had only just met, and he was the first man to point out that Oscar and you arenât just friends, right?
So when you suddenly put your hand on his arm, slowly rubbing up and down his biceps, he was confused at first, and then caught up on your quick nod in Oscarâs direction while holding eye contact with him. Lando didnât mean to do him any harm, but as much as he loved his teammate, he would never be one to turn down an opportunity to mess with him like this, especially not if he knew it would, at last, make Oscar snap so he didnât have to listen to his hopeless whining about his relationship with you being oh so complicated. Just ball up and confess, man.
It was innocent at first. Just simple touches, your hand on his chest for just a tiny second because you needed something to steady yourself on as your reached behind him to grab your drink from the small table the couch stood in front of, or his arm around your waist when you all stood next to each other to take a round of shots. Lando was certainly amused and your best friend was winking and giggling at you the whole night, seemingly loving your plan, because Oscar was definitely reacting.
His blood was boiling and he wanted to punch that smug look right off of Landoâs face. How dare he touch you when he knew that Oscar, his own teammate, loved you?
Oscar thought it was better like this. Playing pretend instead of facing the truth, and he was pretty damn good at doing so. He was sure you believed him when he said that he doesnât want your relationship to include anything other than moments of lust, he thought it was easier that way. He thought it would make things less complicated, thought he could live his life without having to put you in any danger, live his life without needing you by his side every second of his damned life if he just put some boundaries. Surprise! It only made things worse, plus apparently, guys seemed to think you were available now, thought they could have you like only he can. And it made him fucking furious.
So when you stood up to pour yourself another drink in the kitchen, he followed, of course not before shooting the other driver for McLaren a death glare. Lando sighed and leanded back in his seat, happy to see your man finally making a real move. He hoped so, at least. Oscar closed the door after entering. It was only you two now.
âFancy another beer?â You asked calmly, but the feeling in your stomach was far from calm. This could end in complete rejection, maybe he could see right through your façade and thought you were childish for doing this? But how could you not?! Oscar himself made you do it with his mix of signs every damn time you saw each other!
He shook his head.
The tension between you was palpable as he watched your every move, back turned to him. You felt awkward, but tried to ignore it. The light was dim, and you could still feel the bass vibrating through the floor and the walls coming from the speakers in the living room. Was music this loud even allowed at this hour?
You finished pouring yourself some more champagne when you saw him walking over to you in the reflection of the glass cupboard in front of you. You sucked in a breath, not daring to say anything, feeling slightly hazy from the alcohol youâve drunken in the past few hours already. His cologne became starker as he stepped closer to you, eyes closed as you let the familiar smell of him take over you completely. You only opened them again once you realized he caged you between himself and the counter, pressing himself against your behind. He started softly kissing down your neck behind your ear, almost tickling you with how light his lips felt against your hot skin. You wanted this, you wanted him. But his touch wasnât nearly enough, you wanted all of him, and not just his body. Every yet so little interaction you had during the evening left you with butterflies going crazy in your tummy, yet he never seemed affected, not until Lando came into view. Did he really only want your body and not more?
âWhat were you doing with him, y/n?â
Nothing but a moan left your mouth as he gently bit into your skin, sucking on your sweet spot as you subconsciously rubbed up against him. You didnât even want to reply, you just wanted him to keep caressing your skin with his mouth. âTell me what you were doing with Lando, huh, baby? What were you thinking?â
âOscar I-â
âKeep talking or Iâll stop,â he whispered as he made his way down your back and then back up your shoulder, kissing and mouthing at every spot. Thankfully your best friend had convinced you to wear the backless top, you thought.
You huffed. This felt so humiliating, but you couldnât keep going like this, not when he makes you feel like this and then leaves like nothing ever happened. You lived a lie and it was time to stop.
âI was trying to make you jealous so that you would finally stop and do something!â
Oscarâs furrowed his eyebrows and stopped in his tracks, hands still on you. What were you talking about The tension came crashing down onto your body once again, his doing not distracting you anymore. You seemed to want to have this conversation, and Oscar could easily put some of his lust away in moments like these. You didnât get a reply, the cue for you to turn around and face him. You were still caged between him and the counter, his hands steady on either side of you now as he leaned down to look at you. you couldnât focus like this, not with him so close to you and with the alcohol running through your body like blood. You looked up at him with doe eyes, prettily batting your lashes even if your mascara was slightly smudged already.
âStop what? Talk to me, please. I didnât like seeing you with him,â he looked concerned. Worried even, worried about what he might have done wrong. He wanted to be with you, keep you as his, so why would you want to stop being exactly that?
âWhy donât you love me?â You whispered, tears forming in your eyes. You hated it, but it was inevitable. The confrontation was overwhelming you anyway, and being under the influence managed to make it a lot worse. Your hands were all shaky and so was your every breath as you anticipated his reaction, expecting rejection but still hoping for more.
âI- What? Why would you think that?â
âMaybe because you literally said so?â
âUhm, okay fair point. Listen y/n,â he sighed, and you could practically hear your heartbeat throbbing inside your chest. He thought for a second, but didnât say a thing. Instead, he grabbed your face and kissed you like never before, he kissed you with more than just passion, he kissed you with love. his fingers wiped away a tear that had rolled down your face, kissing and holding you as gently as he could. âDonât cry on me, y/n, please donât,â he begged as he now kissed down your cleavage, leaving lovebites on your collarbones. âWas just being stupid, didnât wanna hurt you baby, thought long distance is too hard,â he said something, anything to make you understand that the only reason he didnât confess was because he was scared of his life not being compatible with yours, and not because he didnât love you.
You smiled into the kiss once he reached your lips again. Youâd have to talk about it more tomorrow morning after taking some aspirin, you knew, after all, that youâd go back home with him. It wasnât enough to make it official, you werenât boyfriend and girlfriend, but you finally had the guarantee that he felt the same way, that he loved you just like you did him.
Oscar swore himself at that exact moment, when he felt you smiling while his lips were dancing against yours, that he would never make you feel so unloved again. It wasnât his intention in the first place, but seeing your beautiful eyes filled with tears because of him made his heart shatter, and he never wants to see you like that again, not if he was the reason for your pain. And even though you did have to make him realize through making him jealous, you certainly didnât have to make him fall in love with you.
Because he already was.
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I CAN'T LIE TO YOU âź LN4
pairing: Lando Norris x bestie!Reader (childhood best friends to lovers) summary: Lando Norris decides to surprise his best friend after being a long time away from home. What she didn't expect was that he had a big secret that he couldn't share with her words: 4.5K - warnings: swearing, suggestive content & not proof read author's notes: I'm back once again! Now you just know I'm a sucker for childhood besties to lovers. Also, I may have already started writing a part two for this one... let me know if you want it!
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The days in England have become more boring with time. Y/N was losing her mind over the repetitive routine that follows the life of a college student. Work, study, beer with close friends and bed. So when her mother invited her for a family dinner, she worried about how excited she got with the event. It wasnât supposed to be anything special, just her parents and a few of their close friends gathered to catch up over nice food.Â
Coming home felt way too good. Itâs a feeling most college students get when they go back to their hometown, leaving their crappy flat in university to be served with their parents pampering during their quick visit. Y/N was supposed to be back to her place in just a couple of days, but she felt satisfied to be in a different place than the four walls of her house. Not to mention that she was having a good laugh with everyone at the table.
Her mother always takes dinner parties to another level, serving the best food in her special crockery, saved for moments like this. So Y/N packed a nice new outfit; a cute long-sleeved dress that looked perfect with tights and heels. Not that the guests cared about how she was dressed, but it felt nice to look beautiful and all put together for once after months of hoodies and leggings.
As usual, her parents invited the Norris family, as theyâve been the best of friends for the longest time. Not only they lived next to each other for years back when she was younger, all of their kids were really close friends with Y/N. But the spotlight always goes to Lando, who is the same age as her, making them grow up attached to the hip.
They all grew up going to the same school, not to mention that she would always tag along in Lando and his brotherâs karting sessions, having the best time watching them drive flawlessly on tracks. He always enjoyed the times when sheâd steal her parents cameras so they could make some homemade videos of their time together. Or when they would sit back, watch their dads play golf every Saturday and share candies in the cart.Â
 Y/N and Lando have been inseparable since the age of four, growing up side by side, going through everything together. She was so important to him that, when he joined Formula 1 and had to choose a number to race, he chose the age the two of them had become friends.Â
âThe number four is for my best friend, Y/N. She was the one to suggest it, and the meaning behind it is very cute. Actually, I donât want to tell you to not spoil anything, but I can only say that itâs very dear to my heartâ, Lando said once in an interview during his second season in F1, making every single one of his fans curious about the meaning.
But itâs been a while since the infamous duo had been together. They supported each other from afar; Y/N sometimes joining him for race weekends and Lando coming back to see her on birthdays and weekends in London, while he visited the McLaren factory. But the last time they had been together was four months ago, during summer break, when he dragged her to join him for his crazy trips around the world. When racing and university was back on, they lost a little bit of touch; almost no calls and only a few texting breaks so they wouldnât fall apart.
A lot happened in those four months. Lando had a new gorgeous girlfriend; a model who everyone had become obsessed with her TikTok videos for beauty tips. They had been seen together a few times around the world, her joining him for the races and a lot of make-outs behind DJ booths at parties. Y/N, on the other hand, was lacking in the dating department. But the friends she made over the past year made everything worthy. After years of pretty much having Lando as her only very close friend, she finally found new people to go out and have fun as a normal 20-year-old.
With that, Y/N and Landoâs friendship got weird. He had been avoiding her for a while, with the excuse of being too busy with racing, but actually not wanting to talk about his personal life with someone who knew him like the palm of her hand. Meanwhile, she was having a good time with her friends to be bothered by anything. But lately, life had become more boring and Y/N felt like having Lando back would bring some more fun into her life again, with all the epic parties and the good times they always managed to happen.
âOnly one month leftâ, she thought, as winter break was approaching, meaning that Lando would finally be free to come home for the holidays.
She was pushed out of her thoughts by Adam Norris, who now seemed interest in Y/Nâs life after a long catching up with her dad. âTell us more about college! Are you having fun? Learning anything special?â, he asked with a kind smile.
âOh, Iâm graduating this spring, so itâs been⊠roughâ, she chuckled. âBut everything has been amazing, you know? The internship is so cool and the people are nice as wellâ.
âI just canât believe it will all be over soonâ, his wife, Cisca, responded. âIt feels like it was just yesterday when you joined uni and Lando started his first season in F1. Time really flies, uhm?â
Every mention of his name made Y/N smile like a fool. But lately, it has been accompanied by a ting of pain on her chest. God, she missed him so much.
âWhat is it that you miss?â, Cisca asked, pulling Y/N out of her thoughts. Shit, did she say that out loud?
âI said I missed your pie so much, Cis. You know I have always loved it growing upâ, Y/N tried to cover it up by stuffing her mouth with the cheesy pie, trying to keep her thoughts of being spoken out loud. But something caught her by surprise.
âYeah, mumâs pie is the best in the world, isnât it?â, a male voice said from behind her, one that she hadnât heard in person for a while. Her eyes widened when she realized who it was, only to turn around and see Lando standing right behind her tugged into his signature comfortable hoodie, with a giant smile plastered on his face, and a bouquet in his hands. âSurprise!â
Y/N brought her hands up to her mouth, trying not to cry at the sight. She couldnât believe what was standing in front of her. So she jumped out of her seat and jumped into his arms, not caring about anyone else in the room or the flowers being crumpled up in his hands. Lando buried his nose in her hair, taking in her scent, making him feel at ease for once
âWhat are you doing here?â, she leaned back, holding his face between her hands. His soft eyes looked down at her, his smile never faltering.
âI thought I could surprise my best girlâ, he admitted, digging one of his hands into her hips, making her securely close to him. âI had a break before the end of the season, and it had been so longâŠâ
âShut up, you idiot. I just want to hug youâ, she cut him mid-sentence, burying her face in his neck, making his smile even wider, if that was possible. Everyone on the table laughed at her reaction, but let them have their moment after months without seeing each other. It felt too good to be true.Â
âI missed you so muchâ, he whispered in her ear, pressing a small kiss to the top of her head.
âI missed you too. Welcome home, Lanâ, she leaned back and kissed his cheek, making it tinted red. Lando was so cute when he blushed. âYou brought me flowers! How cute is this?â
She took the giant bouquet filled with red and pink roses out of his hands, bringing it close to her body. âItâs an apology for not being here as much as I shouldâ, he said, making her heart so warm with the thoughtful gift.
âYou being here is enoughâ, she pressed another kiss to his cheek and quickly pulled him for another hug. They just couldnât get enough of each other.
âAlright, we all know you both really miss each other, but you can catch up after dinner. Food is getting cold and poor Lando must be starvingâ, her mother cut them off, making Y/N look back at the table, her face burning in embarrassment. He laughed at her behavior and pulled the chair next to her so they could sit together.
Through the whole dinner, Lando told all of his amazing stories traveling the world, leaving all the âbest friends onlyâ parts for later, when he would be alone with Y/N. She felt so happy to finally have him by her side, making fun of her table manners, resting his hand on her knee and cracking any bad jokes just to see her roll her eyes. And even though he lived those many adventures, Lando knew life couldnât get better than having his favourite person in the world back on his side.
âSo, Lando, what finally brings you back home?â, Y/Nâs father asked, making him shrug.
âYou know, the championship couldâve been better and I feel really tired, you know?â, Lando searched for his best friendâs hand under the table, entwining their fingers once they met. Then he looked at her with an adoring smile on his face. âI just need some recharging. Thought I could use some home time before the last few races of the yearâ.
âYouâre always welcomed to recharge in our house if you want to, Landoâ, her mother said before the conversation was taken somewhere else once again.
While everyone else chatted, Y/N and Lando updated their phone gallery with new pictures of them. A lot of cute selfies and pictures of their homemade dinner which soon found their place on their Instagrams.
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fanacc1 FINALLY SOME Y/N AND LANDO CONTENT
fanacc2 Wasnât him dating a model?
âȘfanacc3 He is, but Y/N is his childhood best friend
fanacc4 ugh, if i was his gf, i would be so jealous of them together
âȘfanacc5 I bet his girlfriend actually hates them
fanacc6 Does this mean more Y/N around the paddock?
The dinner was coming to an end with the delicious sweet treats they prepared for dessert. At that point, Lando and Y/N were just existing at the conversation. He slipped an arm around her shoulder and she found a comfortable spot to lean into him and keep sipping on her wine while they shared a slice of cake. But even though they were quiet, they surely werenât tired. So as the rest of the adults continued with their chat, they took their glasses of wine to the backyard, just so they could have some alone time.
Lando chuckled when he saw what was still standing strong in her backyard. âYou still have our old treehouse?â, he asked and she nodded excitedly. âWow, it looks so much nicer than beforeâ.
âItâs because I renovated it, you fool. Havenât I told you?â, she asked, but Lando shook his head. âOh my⊠you have to see this! Now itâs a grown up treehouse! Take a lookâ.
Y/N dragged him to the small construction and made him climb all the way up to the house. It changed a lot with the renovations. Their wall doodles from when they were little kids were preserved by a varnish coat on the wood. She also substituted the old toys for books and her collection of vinyls, making the place look extra cozy. There was even a table for afternoon tea and card games, a TV and a huge futon, with lots of cushions, so they could just lie down and spend the rest of the day hidden from the world.
âWhat a glow up!â, he joked. âI loved it. This is amazingâ, Lando took a place next to the window, where the moonlight invaded the room. Y/N sat next to him and almost immediately pulled out her camera just to capture the moment. And just like old times, they had fun doing a tiny photoshoot together, only to be cut off by his mom, calling them from the ground.
âAre you coming, Lando?â, Cisca asked, making him look over to Y/N, who replied for him.
âIâm not letting him go anywhere, Ciscaâ, she joked, throwing her arms around Lando, making his mother laugh. âDonât worry, Iâll take good care of your sonâ.
âHave fun you twoâ, they waved at her and sighed after finally being left alone for a proper catching up between best friends. Lando had a satisfied smile on his face and he felt so calm at that moment. He threw both of his arms around his best friend and hugged her tightly.
âHome, at lastâ, his cheek was pressed on the side of her face, making her giggle with the contact. âI want to know everything going on with you. Just blurt it all out. I owe you thisâ.
âOh, nothing great happenedâ, she shrugged. âNothing that you didnât know already. The internship is nice, but itâs coming to an end soon and Iâm not sure theyâll keep me with them. And college is almost finished, so thatâs kind of bittersweetâ.
âI thought you were excited to have a degreeâ, he said, making her sigh. âAre you not happy about graduating?â
âOf course I am. You more than anyone knows how important this is to meâ, she answered. âAnd I made so many good friends and Iâve been having the best time with them. I know graduating will make us grow apartâ.
âEndings arenât always nice, uhm? But you have to look at the bright side of thingsâ, he started. âYouâre finally achieving something great and you managed to have a really good time along the way. Made friends and worked really hard to become the best professional out there. Iâm so proud of you!â
Lando has always been her biggest supporter on pursuing her academic path. He remembers all the talks they had about her wanting to master in communications. While he didnât get to finish school to up his game in racing, he was there for every step his best friend took until enrolling in university. So when they talk about it, he always has that beautiful proud smile on his face, to which Y/N loved seeing.
âThank youâ, she smiled shyly. âAnd what about you, Mr Worldwide? Youâve been everywhere these past months. How was it?â
âOh, always amazingâ, he beamed. âI got to see so many amazing places around the world. You wouldâve loved all the clubs I went to. The DJ booths are amazing. Oh, and the golf courts⊠breathtakingâ.
âYeah, I saw all the picturesâ, Y/N arched her brows and rolled her eyes. âYou didnât even bother on calling, telling me about your adventuresâ.
âSorry, I lacked in that departmentâ, he apologized. âEven though everything has been amazing, Iâm so tired of this year. I couldâve done better on the track and the last few races have been exhausting. I knew that I needed to recharge before the last two races, so I came back to youâ.
âItâs always a pleasure to have you homeâ, she ran her hand through his curls and smiled. Lando always saw Y/N as his home. She always brings him that sense of familiarity, and her absence in his travels around the world were taking a toll on him.
Not to mention that hiding a big secret from his best friend also wasnât doing him any good.
âBut Iâm not here to talk about me. I want to know everything about youâ, he poked her side with his index finger and smirked. âAnyone special appeared in your life in the past few months?â
âPleaseâ, she rolled her eyes. âThe last time I had a proper hook up was during our summer trip to Bali with that guy on the clubâ.
âCome on, it canât be that badâ, he giggled, but Y/Nâs face was burning in embarrassment.
âI had a few dates in the past months, but fuck me, they were annoyingâ, Lando laughed at her statement. âOne of them found out youâre my best friend and spent the entire time asking questions about you. And the only guy who was actually decent came in his pants when we were making out in his car. Didnât even get to touch meâ.Â
âOh, poor youâ, he giggled. âSo no boy to be my new best friend? I mean, come on, we need more male energy in this friendshipâ.
âSorry, Lan. No boyfriend this timeâ, she said. âYou, on the other hand, started dating this gorgeous model and forgot to tell me about everything.â
And there she said it: the topic Lando had been avoiding the most throughout the whole night. He really didnât want to talk about it with Y/N, because his big secret had been hiding right there. He knew he couldnât, and didnât want to, lie about anything to her. And he also knew that he really needed to vent about this secret with her as well.
Lando turned really quiet, and looked away, avoiding her eyes. âDonât start now, Y/N. I mean, thereâs not much to say, to be fairâ, he mumbled.
âCome on, I want to know everything about the woman who stole my bestieâs heartâ, she poked him, but Lando didnât dare to look Y/N in the eyes. âI mean, everybody loves her and she seems sweet. Why donât you want to tell me about her?â
âBecause weâre not togetherâ.
âWhat do you mean? Iâve seen the Instagram pictures and the gossip pages posting videos of you two kissing in the club. I thought you were becoming a thingâ.
âY/N, donât push itâ, he asked, his voice bargaining on his throat.
âWhy donât you want to tell me about her?â
âBecause weâre not together, I told youâ, he sighed. âSheâs a PR stunt. Sheâs not my girlfriend, and itâs been consuming me from the inside ever since we started this little thingâ.
Lando finally looked her in the eyes and Y/N saw them brimming with tears. As an immediate response, she rested a hand on his arm and waited until he was ready to talk more. He leaned into her touch and the tears started to stream down his face. Heâs never one to cry for anything, so the tears meant that it was so much more than he was letting show. Her heart broke at the sight of her best friend.
âIs this why you look more tired than usual?â, Y/N asked and he nodded, making the tears fall harder. âOh, Lan⊠Come hereâ.
She pulled his head to rest on her chest and Lando wrapped his arms around her, needing some sort of comfort. He didnât say much for a couple of minutes after, feeling his heart aching on his chest. He wanted to talk about everything with Y/N, because he knew she would understand him. He always feels vulnerable and safe enough to talk about anything with his best friend.Â
âEverything is so fucked up, Y/Nâ, Lando cried out. âGod, I canât take this fake relationship anymore. Do you know how disgusting it feels to pretend to be in love with someone youâre not? And to lie to everyone, hiding it from my parents. From you. I canât stand itâ
âIâm sure you have a good reason to be doing soâ, she said, fingers running through his curls and making him sure that she was right there with him. Y/N felt his fingers clinging tighter onto her. âYouâre just doing your job and thatâs okay. This wonât last foreverâ.
âI feel so lonely, you know? I was doing so bad on the last few races and I missed home so much. I missed talking to my dad and hugging my mom. I missed making fun of my sisters and going for a drive with my brother. And I missed you so much. I wish I could just stay here for a long whileâ.
âSoon youâll get to be here for as long as you want, babyâ, Y/N pressed a kiss on top of his head and Lando sighed in comfort. It ached a little less with her there. âAnd weâll get to spend so much time together. You can come over and weâll have sleepovers. We can take the car, drive around and go clubbing until sunrise. Whatever you wantâ.
âGod, it would be so easy if it was youâ, he whispered, still holding onto her as if his life depended on it. What did he mean with that? Just those single words made Y/Nâs heart skip a beat. Truth is, while her heart ached for her best friend, she was relieved heâs not in love with someone else. Did he have feelings for her?Â
âYou know, I looked over my so-called girlfriend one night while we were hanging out at the club and I wanted to shout to everyone that it was all an act. Sheâs like a solid reminder of how lonely I am all the damn time. Itâs ridiculousâ, he grunted.Â
âCome on, look at meâ, Y/N pulled his face to look up and held his head between her hands. âLan, you are never alone, okay? Even if you feel like you are, and even if Iâm not there physically, you know that Iâm always with you. Iâm right hereâ, she rested a hand over his heart, making him smile through his tears. âI've been in your heart since the moment we metâ.
âIâŠâ, he started, but couldnât get to say the rest. After all this time, Lando was afraid that the next move would ruin their friendship forever. But looking her in the eyes, comforting him through this rough time, he knew she felt the same. âI love you, Y/Nâ.
She was expecting anything. âI knowâ, maybe. That was so much bigger than what she imagined. Lando had said he loved her countless times over the years theyâve known each other; after all, they grew up together, almost like brother and sister. But this time, it was different. Y/N knew it, and Lando knew it too.
Y/N was too stunned to speak, so he continued with his confession. âI always have, you know? And I only hid everything from you because I canât lie to you. And because I thought youâd never look at me the same way if you found outâ.
âLando, IâŠâ she stopped mid-sentence, trying to catch some air. âFuck, this is a lot. Just wait a secondâ.
They giggled together and he leaned his forehead against hers. âItâs okay to not say anything right now. I just dropped a giant bomb on your lap. This wasnât the way I wanted to confess to you, but I just couldnât keep it to myself anymoreâ.
âAre you saying this because youâre emotional? Because I swear to God, if you are, Iâm gonna kill you for misleading meâ, her eyes were brimming with tears and Lando whipped them away.
âIâm telling you the truthâ, he assured. âI think Iâve loved you my entire life. With all the crazy things Iâve experienced in my life, you were the only constant. Youâre home, Y/Nâ.
âWhy didnât you tell me before?â, she asked and he took a deep breath.
âBecause I was afraid of losing you. Scared this might ruin our friendship somehowâ, he admitted. âYouâre the most precious thing in my life. Do you know how scary it is to fall in love with your best friend when youâre just a kid? And then grow up, and those feelings never go away, just getting stronger every day. I just didnât want to lose youâ.
âYou werenât going to lose me, Lanâ, her eyes softened at his confession and now he was the one wiping her tears. Y/N brought him back for a hug and even though he didnât have an answer, deep down he knew she felt the same.
âIâve loved you since we were four. Thereâs a reason why I always carry this number with meâ, Lando confessed. âGod, look what you do to me. I never cryâ.
âYou only cry for the important thingsâ, she reminded. âThatâs why I love you, Lando. Iâve been in love with you for my entire life too, idiotâ.
His eyes widened as he looked up to her, who had a smirk plastered on her face. âCan I kiss you?â, Lando asked, but before she could properly shake her head in agreement, he crashed his lips into hers. He needed to be home, and Y/N has always been home for him. It was the most intense kiss they ever had, like years of lingering had finally paid off for both of them.
Lando pulled her closer with a hand on the back of her head. She wrapped her fingers around his neck, smiling into his lips. Then, as if it wasn't enough, he pulled her to sit on lap, making them closer somehow. She slowed down the pace, making the kiss needier and more delicious. Lando even let out a satisfied throaty moan, his heart speeding on his chest. Her touches made him feral, knowing that after years of pinning, he finally had his dream girl.
âThank you for thisâ, he whispered against her lips, a wide and satisfied smile on his face. âThank you for all the years, all the times you've been here for me, to tell me everything is going to be alright.â
âAlways, Lanâ, she played with the hairs on his nape. âI love you so muchâ.
âI love you too. So muchâ, he left one more peck on her lips before hugging her again. âI don't know what I'd do without youâ.
âYeah, me tooâ.
The story of how they fell in love with each other was long, but beautiful. Lando and Y/N sat in that tree house all night and shared all of those stories with each other. And for a second, he really believed everything was going to work out. After all, if he had Y/N, Lando would be just fine.
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Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader Synopsis: Five has a rather outrageous crush on his niece's tutor, so Lila and Diego decide to set them up by inviting her to their daughter's birthday party. Word Count: 1.7K Tags: Fluff, season 4, Crackfic, everyone knows they like each other but they are being stupid Note: sorry this took so long to come out, i had half written in august but only finished it now, not really proofread yet so mind any mistakes!
âYou came!â the delighted voice of Grace Hargreeves shouted out as the girl bounded her way toward you. Enveloping you in a larger-than-life hugÂ
âOf course I did! I told you I would, didnât I?â you questioned the girl, struggling to hug her back with her present in your hands.Â
âYes, but-â the girl started, not able to meet your eyes, embarrassed at her thoughtsÂ
âBut nothing!â you quickly interrupted her. âNow go play with your friends. I need to find your mom or dad and figure out where to put your present.â You shooed the girl away towards her friends.Â
Luckily, you didnât need to look far, Lila spotted you almost immediately after her daughter left you. The woman quickly made her way over to you with a large smile on her face, mirroring her daughters. She quickly pulled you into an excited hug before pulling away and taking the present off your hands.Â
âSo glad you could come, Grace had been asking repeatedly if her favourite tutor was coming.â Â
âIâm her only tutor?â you questionedÂ
âThatâs what I said!â The woman laughed, glee apparent in her features as she grabbed your hand with the one not carrying your present, walking you towards where all the adults were unfortunately stationed watching the children, some looking like they would rather be anywhere else.Â
âDiego!â Lila called out to her husband, who quickly turned towards her, his smile widening when he noticed you stood next to her. He quickly hugged you in greeting before turning his attention to his wife.Â
âWhere did you put the pinata? Luther and I are going to set it up.âÂ
âUm,â Lila looked around, spinning around in a circle to survey the area when her gaze locked onto someone near the ball pit. âFive!â The woman called out, waiting for him to look at her before she continued, âCan you bring the pinata over? Thanks!â She quickly called out before rushing off, mumbling something about needing to get the cake.
The man in question quickly made his way over, holding a very familiar-looking piñataÂ
âIs that an east side piñata?â you questioned as Five handed it over to Diego, who looked at you with so much relief you thought you could've saved his life
âYes,â he practically shouted in glee. âYes, it is!â looking around smugly for someone, but you weren't sure whoÂ
âYou might need a bit of a heavier hand with that then. At my younger cousin's birthday last week, it took an adult to hit it for the candy to come out,â you warned the older man. He simply nodded, walking off to put it up, a large smile still present on his face,Â
âHiâ the man you were left with almost whispered, believing that he would scare you off if he came on too strong.Â
âHi, Five,â you smiled in greeting, âI haven't seen you at the house recently. Been busy?â you replied. Truthfully, wanting to keep talking to the attractive man,Â
âYeah, sorry, been working overtime at the CIA, sure you understandâ he smiled slightly at your attention to his lack of presence lately. Making him believe that maybe Lila and Diego were right about your reciprocation of feelings towards him
 âHow has University been?â he questioned, wanting to keep the conversation goingÂ
âVery goodâ, you respond. Hand on hips at his disbelief in your answer, shock evident on your face âHonestly!â you smile,
âI mean, I'm on Christmas break at the moment, so thereâs not much to do other than tutoring.â You shrug your shoulders, trying to hint to the man that maybe the two of you could spend some time together. But before Five could reply, Klaus came bouldering over with Claire.Â
âFive! Lovely to see you!âÂ
The man greets his brother, Klaus, you quickly learn from Five's replyÂ
âAnd this is?â Klaus asks, gesturing towards you when Claire whispers to him.Â
Klaus âThe tutor! We have heard so much about you!â
âReally?â you questioned, looking down at your feet in nervousness. âI didn't know Grace spoke about me so much.â
âOh, not from Grace-â Klaus began, a large cheeky smile covering his face. But he was quickly interrupted by the feeling of a hand on his gloved one, causing him to pause in alarm. When he was quickly dragged away by Claire, her eyes wide in alarm, while Five was glaring at him with such ire you could imagine Hades opening up hell for whoever was at the other end of it.
âIt was lovely to meet youâ, he shouted as his niece pulled him further away from you.
You smiled, a clumsy laugh tumbling out as you looked at Five, his hands covering his face in annoyance, but a clear smile was present on his face when he removed his hands, but before either of you could say anything more, a familiar head of hair came running towards you.
âHow is the birthday girl doing?â you ask, ruffling her hair as she smiles widely at you.
âAmazing, but I would feel even better if you watched me go down the slideâ, the girl replied cheekily, making a small scoff come out of her uncle's mouth at her words.Â
âWell, we can't have the birthday girl not be at max amazingness, can we?â you teased as she led away from Five and towards the play area. An apologetic smile on your face as you left him, hoping that it wasn't the last time you would speak to him today. Â
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You didnât see the brunette again until much later, stood by the ball pit after having escaped the herd of parents asking you intrusive questions, you were sure you wouldâve blown a fuse if anyone else asked why you were still single as you were âsuch a lovely girl.âÂ
âFinally freed yourself from the lionesses, I seeâ, Five joked as he came to stand next to you, beer in hand. âIt seems Klaus has not been so lucky.â You looked over to see that they had now set their sights on the boy crowding around him like paparazzi.Â
âRemind me to stay clear of that side of the room,â you complained, hands rubbing at your temples in worry that they would begin to hurt âThere's only so long I can handle being asked about my lack of boyfriend before I strangle one of them,â you admitted, not catching the man's smile at your words.
âDonât worry, I'll protect you,â he proclaimed.
âYes, I'm sure you will be much a deterrent to the herd of mamas,â you joked, laughing at his recoil, head shaking in amazement at your goading.
âYou really know how to make someone feel good about themselves, don't you?â he teasedÂ
âClearlyâ, you smiled, sarcasm laced heavily in your response.
The balls in the ball pool quickly flew up as a man emerged from them, causing you to jump back in alarm as Luther popped his head up from below, a large smile on his face at catching you off guard, eyebrows raising slightly as he noticed his brother stood next to you. After a laugh, you spoke pleasantries with the man, trying to ignore Five's hard glare that he was directing at him. The younger-looking male sighed loudly, causing the two of you to look towards him, the eye contact made the man go red in embarrassment before clearing his throat, looking exacerbated.Â
âI thought you were helping Diego set up the pinata?â
âI was?â The larger man questioned, eyes wide as he looked around the party, clearly alarmed that he wasn't doing what Five had mentioned, scampering out of the ball pit when he saw Diego, but before he could make his way over, Diego called out for everyone to come over for the game so the three of you slowly made your way towards the growing group of children and adults. Five made sure to lead you over to an area with less noisy parents, making you smile in thanks as he grabbed you by the small of the back to lead you away when a parent tried to call out for you.  Â
To say the next few moments were a disaster would be an understatement, mirroring your earlier words as the pinata was from the east side no matter how hard Grace or her friends would hit the object, it wouldn't break. Luther, clearly wanting to make it up to Diego for missing the memo to help him, tried to use his strength to break the Pinata, and while the Pinata did break, so did the birthday cake. Bits of it went everywhere like a volcano explosion, covering all the guests, much to the children's joy and parents' horror.Â
You now stood off to the side, trying to get any larger pieces of cake out of your hair, laughing at the furious faces of the other adults. When Five gave you a napkin, you smiled, letting out a quiet appreciation as you wiped at your face. Feeling that you had gotten enough off, you turned to the boy, laughing at his cake-covered face.
âHere,â you said, moving to wipe some cake off his cheek with the napkin, trying to contain your giggles, he smiled brightly as you moved away from him slightly, his own hand coming to tuck a strand of hair full of icing behind your ears and then regretfully retracting his hand
âDo you wanna get out of here? Maybe go to a coffee shop where my siblings won't interrupt us every few minutes?â he asked, fingers fidgeting with nerves.Â
âLike a date?â you questioned, trying not to get your hopes up, smiling up at him, head tilting slightly to the left as you pondered his words.
âIf you wantâ he replied pensively.Â
âI doâ, you quickly rebutted, smiling as the boy led you towards the door with a matching grin on his own face.
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âI told you he would ask her out tonight,â Diego spoke smugly, watching as his brother helped you put on your coat, his wife watching, annoyed beside him.
âI thought it wouldâve taken him until our Christmas party.â Lila rebutted, clearly annoyed that she had lost
âBut I suppose it is about time you won one of our betsâ, she replied smugly, quickly lowering Diego down a peg as the two watched you and Five leave their daughters' birthday party, hands intertwined.
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cherry flavored
yeonjun x fem!reader x huening kai
synopsis: you go to a costume party with your boyfriends
warnings: đ!!! established relationship, throuple/poly, no mxm, fluff, threesome, praise, mentions of drinking/being tipsy, no protection, oral (f!rec), slight fingering, orgasm denial mentions, no protection, creampie, multiple orgasms (f!rec), overstimulation (f!rec), cum eating (f! and m! yj eats kais cum out of reader!) crying, reader called she/her, pretty, baby prob forgot some sorry
wc: 3.4k
an: itâs my birthday! so why not post about my favorite enfpâs <333 this photo lineup has been sitting in my drafts since july omg feedback is appreciated :)) not proofread im so sorry bbs forgive me. I have what feels like a ton of other yeonkai fics lol check them out [m.list]
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âDo you think this one is cute?â you ask, holding up your phone to yeonjun. The two of you are leaned back on the couch, your back to his chest, like youâre his personal weighted blanket.Â
You're only a month away from the annual halloween party held by yeonjuns team at one of the members' frat. It wasn't usually your first option to spend the night, or any night, in a frat house, with or without your partners but any chance to dress up in your costume was taken. It was always so fun to plan out what the three of you would wear, trying not to do the same as last year, or trying to find costumes that complement each other without having to match.Â
It was one of the best parts about october. The trips to pick up costumes are always fun. Walking the aisles as yeonjun flips through his options, knowing exactly what he wants to be just as early as you do. Huening on the other hand usually needed help and was always open to whatever you put him in. you would hold up options asking, âwhat about this one?â and he would say the same thing, âthis one's good, i like it,â his cute little smile so ready to please. Even when you would hold up all the different choices asking him to pick just one he's just going on, âyou pick one, the one you like,âÂ
âIt's your costume,â you try to remind him but he insists every year on letting you dress him up. It's always your favorite part that if the costume has some kind of makeup kai will sit so still for you, eyes closed as you fuss over his look. And when you're done, your knuckle pressed to the bottom of his chin looking him over, he will open his eyes and look up from under his lashes at you. It gives you butterflies everytime, that puppy dog gaze telling you he's so willing to let you do anything you wanted to him.Â
But this year you were leaning towards simple, angel and devil themes. It had been easy to find yeonjun and kaiâs outfits but you needed to get yours ordered. And now showing yeonjun your pick he nodded, âthat one is perfect,â the costume was added to your cart and ordered without question.Â
And when the three of you were getting ready for the party you sat down both boys to place their headbands on. âFor you, my angel,â you smile down at kai tucking his hair behind his ears. The little halo is perfect to match the wings on his back. You bend to place a soft kiss on the bridge of his nose before turning to yeonjun, âand for you,âÂ
As soon as you step into the space between his legs his hands are on the back of your thighs pulling you closer. The red and white dress you're wearing is short, split down the middle showing how the two of them make up two halves of a whole. âYour devil?â he asks, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as you place the little red horns on his head.Â
âYou are devilish,â you grin, feeling his hands slip up your skirt cupping your ass. It was his favorite thing to do when you wore anything short; handsy at the best and worst of times. It was so easy to fall into a kiss with him, arms wrapping around his neck, needing him closer. His lips are so perfect for makeouts but you feel kai tug on the edge of your dress. âIf we start now we won't go at all,âÂ
âOkay okay,â nods pushing away from yeonjun who only shrugs, âwe don't have to go,âÂ
âYou're the one who has to show face,â you remind him, the complaints always about how yeonjun never really went out with the rest of the team. But he was content with his small group of friends and he hated drinking around people he didn't know well. It was why he claimed being the designated driver, not wanting to deal with an uber on that side of town anyways.Â
But almost as soon as you arrived he was pulled away from you and kai. Thrown into conversations so easily. But you never minded it, especially when you had kai by your side following you around like a lost puppy, making room in crowds so you wouldn't bump into anyone, carrying your drink that he made for you.Â
The two of you giggling in the kitchen together trying to think of what exactly went well together with all the random bottles around. The kitchen is the only place in the house with the normal lights on, no colored LEDs washing you out. Kai keeps bumping into your headband when he lowers his head, his fingers flicking the halo before tapping the little horns. â Angel or devil?âÂ
âBoth, i needed to be able to match both of your outfits no matter who i was standing next to,â you sip from your cup grimacing at the taste, âthis one isn't that good,âÂ
âSorry,â he laughs taking it back passing you the other one he's made, âtry this one instead,âÂ
The ratio of cherry coke to liquor is just right enough to keep drinking.Â
But it was easy to lose count of how many you had. Dancing in the crowd and you didn't even realize the two of you were feeling it until you found yourself in the back corner of the room with kai grinding into you. all mentions of dancing out the window. He was fully hard pressed against you, mouth hot on your skin. Both of you trying to devour each other like you weren't in public.Â
âLook at you two, I can't leave you alone for five seconds when you get tipsy, too horny for your own good,â yeonjun chuckles from behind you. You don't even have to turn around to see his smile, the ghost of it in his words.Â
âSorry,â Huening tries but it's insincere; he's already dipping down to put his lips back on your neck. You giggle, turning in Kai's grasp to reach out for yeonjun, wanting to be sandwiched between them. Kai wraps his arms around you keeping your ass pressed against his erection, lips behind your ear.Â
Yeonjun knows exactly where your mind is going; see the way the idea flashes in your eyes. It wouldn't be the first party you suggested the two of you wedge into an empty room, not even the first time you would have suggested it just be the three of you.Â
 âWe are going home now,â he shuts the idea down before you can even open your mouth.Â
âJjunie,â your whine almost always works on huening but he wasn't so easy.Â
âoh no weâre going home,âÂ
 âNooo,â âbut hyung-â you and kai try but yeonjun shakes his head, the dull party lights making his horned headband glow.Â
âyes, yes we are,â you reach out for him hoping physical contact will persuade him.Â
âBut don't you want me?â it's a stupid question, you both know it, there is never a time he isnt thinking about wanting you, especially not when he sees you a mess in huenings arms.Â
âi always want my pretty girl, im just not able to fuck you the way i want in the frats bathroom so weâre going home,âÂ
âBut don't you want me bad enough to not care?â he knows you're trying to push his buttons, the way you are looking up at him under your lashes, hand sliding up his arm beckoning him to break. âYou can wait the length of the drive,âÂ
âSo you don't want me bad enough?â he only has to take a step to be flush against you, the hard length of his cock pressed right to your pelvis, you gasp, fingers twisting into the fabric of his shirt. His nose brushes your ear as he whispers, âwe're going home,â no room for any more argument as he pulls away, âhuening are you ready to leave?âÂ
Kai hums in response from behind you, the vibration felt against your back. Yeonjun links his hand around your wrist like a cuff pulling you to follow him. Your hand in huenings, the three of you a chain as you weave through the bodies to make it to the front door. Yeonjuns nodding goodbye to anyone he knows, free hand shoved into his front pocket to fish out his keys.Â
When you make it to the car, he opens the backdoor for you and kai, âbuckle,â he mutters, not closing the door until you two are both fastened in.Â
The way yeonjun climbs into the front seat feels like a scolding alone. But you ignore him distracted by the way kai keeps readjusting in his seat, jeans pulled tight now that he's sitting. Your thighs pressed together as you leaned into him, usually you hated the middle seat but you wanted to be close, perfect now for you to reach out and trace the outline of his bulge.Â
Kais hips jerked at the feeling, his hand reaching out for your thigh, fingers digging into your flesh. You giggled as you danced your fingers over him, his soft whines filling the car as yeonjun pulled out of his parking spot.Â
âNeither of you understand how to wait,â yeonjun tisked, hands tightening on the steering wheel. You're watching him in the rearview, kai kissing over all the hickeys he made earlier on your neck, fingers sliding farther up and under your skirt. You're fumbling with the button on his jeans, widening your legs as he rubs over your clothed clit.Â
Yeonjun doesnt let the sounds in the backseat distract him, eyes on the road, the soundtrack of your moans playing for him as he comes to a stop at a red light. He looks at the rearview to see you already looking back, mouth slightly open as you whine, washed in the crimson glow, huenings face buried in your hair as you palm him over his underwear.Â
It's only a block away from the apartment but it feels like the longest stretch of time between that light at your front door. But as soon as you are in the elevator headed up to your floor it's impossible to keep himself away from you anymore.Â
yeonjun pushes up against the cold metal walls, skin flushed enough to feel the sting. Hot hand sliding up your thigh, the skirt of your dress caught on his wrist as he held your waist. He pushed his body into you, holding you captive, free hand coming up to cup the side of your neck, thumb brushing against your jaw. He can feel the pulse in your neck as he kisses you; taste the remnants of your cherry chapstick.Â
If he could kiss you forever he would make this elevator his home if only to keep your fingers in his hair, the echoing sound of your sloppy kissing never ending. The way you moan into his mouth makes kai jealous, it's never a feeling that lasts too long but when he's needy and hard it's impossible not to wish he was pressed against you. But watching the way yeonjun holds you makes him itch to get out of the elevator and into bed. The pressure of his zipper gone but even with his pants undone his clothes were feeling too tight.Â
When the ding of the door opening was heard, the three of you stumbled out, yeonjun already with his keys in hand to unlock the door. Kicking off shoes as soon as you passed the threshold.Â
Kai practically drags you to the bedroom, flicking on the lamp as you climb into the bed. He doesn't even give you time to decide where to go before he's pulling you back to the edge of the mattress. You're on your hands and knees, dressed getting flipped up and panties pushed to the side when yeonjun comes in, arms crossed as he watches.Â
You had put a chair in the corner of the room for occasions like this, sometimes yeonjun just liked to sit back and watch, cock in hand as he praised you from afar. Other times he wanted to be up close, fingers on your clit, fucking your throat, leaving the chair empty. Now was one of those times, crouching down by the edge of the bed, finger lifting your chin so you meet his gaze. you felt kai dragging the head of his cock through your folds, already slick and ready for him. "look at me when he fucks you, i need to know if he's doing a good job or not,"Â
Kai only just inches in and you're gasping at the stretch, nails scratching at the duvet. Kais soft moans send you on a spiral as they gradually increase in volume, the pressure feeling so good. When he fully pushes in your lashes are fluttering, shoulders wanting to drop down to let him have his way with you. âYoure so fucking perfect,â kai moans, both hands holding your hips keeping you still so you can adjust to change.Â
âIsn't she?â yeonjun can practically feel the way you would be wrapped around his cock, dripping wet and warm, squeezing him just right.Â
âShe's been teasing us all night,â kai starts, picking up a rhythm that has your stomach fluttering. âgrinding on me knowing exactly what she was doing,âÂ
âhum now thatâs not very nice,â your chin still lifted with yeonjuns finger as he shakes his head. âand not listening to me the first time and yet somehow youâre still getting what you want,âÂ
âiâm sorry-â you try but yeonjun drops your chin, hand snaking under you until heâs pressed his fingers to your clit. itâs hard to breathe for a second with the combined stimulus but as soon as you look like youâve regained the ability to think, yeonjun pinches your clit for a second. you jolt at the feeling slamming back on kaiâs cock mid thrust. the pleasure and pain mixing together as yeonjuns quick to rubbing patterns back over your hypersensitive bundle of nerves.Â
Nothing could slow kai down as he pounded into you, the slapping sounds mixing with your whimpers as you fell forward, elbows buckling until your face was pressed into the mattress. One of kais hands slips up your back pressing you down further to keep you in place. Yeonjun presses his mouth to your ear, âi don't even know if you deserve to cum,â his fingers stopping on your clit adding more claim to his threat.Â
âNo please, please,âÂ
âLet her- im- im so close and i need to feel her cum,â kais demanding head falling forward, the white wings still on his back, halo on his head of messy hair, strands falling in his eyes. His hold on your waist in bruising as he shoves the fat tip of his cock right against your gspot, it's almost impossible to think straight when yeonjuns back to rubbing on your clit. And when kai stills one last thrust pressing him right against your womb he dumps streams of warm cum inside your pulsing walls, your orgasm cresting, sucking him in and wringing him dry.Â
Yeonjun is tired of waiting as soon as kais pulls out he's rolling you on your back and tugging your panties off. You're an absolute mess, cum spilling out from between your swollen lips, knees pulling in as soon as you feel yeonjun trying to get between them. âOh no you're going to keep them open,âÂ
Kai pushes himself behind you so that he can hold your legs open for yeonjun. You're so exposed it should be a shocking sight but for yeonjun it's the best thing he could ever ask for. He blows a line of cold air over the sticky mess of your cunt watching the way you try to pull your legs closed. But kai does his job well even when your fucked out expression is so close to being tearstained.Â
Yeonjun licks up your thighs first collecting anything wetness that's made its way down the smooth expanse of skin, the salty flavor of your combined release familiar. And when he licks up to your clit, circling his tongue around the swollen bud he's moaning like he's just found ecstasy. The vibration goes right up your spine and down to your toes. Your hands reach out to grab at huenings thighs, nails digging in as yeonjun dips down lower to your leaking entrance, sinful eyes watching you as he tilts his head sideways, devil horns pinching your thigh as he shoves his tongue into your waiting hole.Â
Sucking lips and expert tongue working to clean you of the remenates of your orgasm. When he pulls away, chin glistening he mutters, âfuck i could cum just from the taste of you,â and when you clench around nothing more of kais cum slips out in a white stream that yeonjuns fast to collect. He pulls himself up and you open your mouth knowing exactly what he wants from you. Yeonjun lets the droplets of release fall into your waiting mouth and you're moaning as you swallow it all. Yeonjuns sloppy kiss only lasting a second before hes back down on your clit, latching onto your clit and sucking until you're trembling, tight knot in your stomach about to explode. âNo jjunie please-â but you don't know if it is a plea for him to stop or continue not until your tears are tracing down your cheeks and you're cumming. You give a sharp whine, kais hold on you the only thing keeping you upright and open to take the wave of pure pleasure. âI love the sounds you make,â kai whispers into your ear, kissing your wet cheek. âLook at how sensitive we made you,â he drops one of your legs as yeonjun pulls back to unbuckle his belt.Â
Kais free hand drips to your abused clit, even the smallest brush makes your whole body react, your hand reaching out to him to try to stop him but your hand is a weak bracelet around his wrist tightening as he asks, âwho does this pussy belong to?âÂ
âY-you,âÂ
âUs,â yeonjun clarifies and the pads of kais fingers start to move, spelling out yj & kaiâs . Your back is arching, toes curling as he draws it out. each letter pulling out sounds you never thought you would hear before, gasping pleads and desperate whines. You're cumming as soon as he gets to the ampersand, his name drawn out to let you ride out his high.Â
Yeonjun pulls you to the edge of the bed needing to be inside you. Your halo/horned headband is askew on your head and he's surprised it's strayed on so long. But he grabs your legs by the back of your knees, spreading you open and watching how your face goes slack, sweet eyes fluttering as he slides in between your abused folds, sinking deep into your welcoming walls. He doesnt think youll be able to cum again unless he really wanted to overstimulate you but you're still rippling around him from all your other orgasms, enough so that he knows he won't last long.Â
Yeonjun rams into you taking out all his pent up want spill out here now. âLook at how pretty you are on my cock,â hes goaning, âso fucked out and willing,âÂ
arms are above your head, tugging on the sheets, taking the pounding, feeling him in your guts like he was made to be there. When huening reaches over to press on your pelvis your legs spread wider, yeonjuns moan ripples through his body, sinking impossibly deeper.Â
Yeonjus body starts to tremble as he stills giving shallow thrusts before cumming, the look on his face intoxicating as you feel the heat of his cum dripping out of you. Hes fast to use his tip to collect anything that's spilled to push fuck right back into you, the mess of it slipping down his balls and spilling on the floor.Â
Kai leans down to plant kisses all along your flushed cheeks, your weak giggle making him smile. Yeonjun kisses each of your knees before slowly dropping your legs back down. It's always so comforting to feel them around you, taking care of you after feeling so intense. Every little kiss goes straight to your heart. Nothing beats that feeling.
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