#now the car is all scratched up and missing a side mirror

[daisychain-unchained]

if I had a nickel for every time my dad hit a mailbox, I'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

[koqabear]

Attention

♫: 5 STAR, CL

“Yeonjun thinks there’s nothing better than to wind down after a show with his pretty girlfriend— Beomgyu also thinks there’s nothing better than winding down after a show with Yeonjun’s pretty girlfriend.”

yeonjun x fem!reader x beomgyu

Genre: rockstar!au, smut, pwp, established relationship w/jjun 

Word count: 5.8K

warnings: mc has acrylics. that’s it. 

smut warnings: hard/mean doms! yeongyu, sub!mc, threesome, strength kink(?), scratching, pet names (baby, good girl, etc.), name calling, dry humping, spanking, breast play, manhandling, degrading, fingering, oral (f&m rec.), choking, marking, biting, hair pulling, mirror sex, dumbification, slight brat taming?, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dacryphilia, voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation, unprotected sex, size kink, bulge kink, rough sex, creampies, mentions of safe word, facial, sloppy seconds, slapping, spitting, lmk if i missed anything 🤗

Notes: i’ve recommended every genre but rock for this.. final part of rockstar!txt, and my personal favorite; this was still barely edited—enjoy tho bc i definitely branched out quite a bit here >w<

Your legs feel shaky as you make your way away from the stage— whether it’s from adrenaline or anticipation for what’s to come, you’re not really sure. 

Another successful show has gone by with you in barricade; pushed up against the barrier by other eager, sweaty bodies, forced to endure another intense show in favor of watching your boyfriend perform— there’s a strange sense of satisfaction that you get from it, watching the way they all crowd around you and try to take your spot, hands reaching out desperately for even a brief touch from him. 

The most they’ll ever get from him is a brush of his fingers against theirs— but even that is enough to have them screaming in your ear, jumping eagerly as they don’t stop to realize why Yeonjun might be so eager to hog the section they’re currently in. 

You’re fully aware; maybe it’s because he’s always quick to spot you during his shows, sending you a wink before he’s striding over— subjecting you to a few hours of flirty and suggestive behavior, able to drink in the way your doe eyes look up at him with every thrust of his hips or growl of his voice— and if you weren’t paying attention, you would’ve almost missed the quirk of his lips as he drank in your reaction desperately.

Your body felt a bit more buzzed than usual— maybe it’s because you were subjected to the absolute torture that was Yeonjun purposefully teasing you, completely ignoring you and sticking to the side opposite yours in favor of teasing and interacting with other faceless fans— you still remember the way your jaw dropped as you watch him reach out to a fan, holding her hand and winking playfully as he clearly mouthed a ‘call me’ to her.

Luckily for you however, you were quickly distracted by a different sight— meaning, Beomgyu and the way he very obviously seemed to stare you down every chance he got; where Yeonjun began to lack, he quickly took charge, lingering by your side and even taking a moment to go along with the way you reached out to him playfully, allowing him to hold your hand as he sang his part directly to you; you could feel deathly stares from both the fans around you and Yeonjun after that.

So now, here you are; one elaborate firework show later and the fans finally began to disperse and the crowded pit finally began to empty— leaving you, alone and antsy as you began to make your way backstage, where you knew a staff car was waiting to take you to the hotel Yeonjun was currently staying in.

Your leg is bouncing the entire ride there— fans outside seem to think the van you’re in may contain a member of the infamous band, and you watch with a small smile as they line the sidewalks and wave cluelessly; for a moment, you almost feel bad. 

You’re at the back entrance in the blink of an eye; that could also be attributed to the fact that you may have dozed off on your way there, but you don’t really mind it as you find yourself much more energized as you make your way out the van, thanking your driver before you’re off. 

Room 705, you tell yourself, pressing the number seven on the elevator as you lean back on the railing— you let out a soft, exasperated sigh as you make your way up, feeling the nerves from before creep up on you the longer you wait in this eerie silence— you’re practically running the moment the doors open, eager to see your boyfriend as you feel a wide smile form on your face. 

A moment passes after you knock on the door. 705, you reassure yourself, glancing back at the room number as you rock on your heels, waiting impatiently for someone to answer. Just when you begin to wonder if you’ve got the room wrong, pulling out your phone to check your messages with Yeonjun, the door suddenly swings open.

And you’re immediately pulled in. 

If the air hadn’t been knocked out of your lungs as Yeonjun pushed you roughly against the door, the way he captures your lips in a needy kiss definitely did. Your mind is spinning and you’re barely able to process what’s happening as you moan into his lips, feeling his hands wander up and down your sides, shivering at the feeling of his hands on your bare skin. 

You’re left to place your hands helplessly on his chest— you don’t bother to push him away though, indulging instead in the way his firm muscles tense under your hands, the thin material of his tank top not leaving much room for the imagination as you let your nails scratch and grasp at the material. 

He’s clearly reluctant to pull away as you begin to pat at his chest, attempting to signal your lack of air as he finally obliges after a second of struggle— you’re panting and dizzy as you take in the way his lips are swollen and shiny, his eyes lidded and dark as he takes in your outfit with a breathy chuckle. 

“Seriously?” he asks, reaching up to play with the hem of the shirt that barely covers you, the words “I ♡ TXT” written across them boldly, “You couldn’t have gotten one of those I heart my boyfriend shirts with a little picture of me? I saw a ton of fans wear those today.”

You scoff. 

“I dunno, I think this is more eye-catching— especially because it means that I don’t have to rely on getting the attention of just one of you.”

“Ohhhh, is that right?” he asks, tilting his head innocently as he wraps a hand around your waist, a cute smile on his face as he begins to walk backward to lead you further into his room, “Is that what your little attitude was about back then? Did I neglect you, baby?”

You pout. You hate when Yeonjun gets like this, teasing and petulant as he tries to back you up into a corner, trying to get you to say the wrong thing and set you straight by fucking you until you can’t think— it makes you feel undeniably small before him.

“Well, you did ignore me during the second half of the concert,” you admit, and you try to take a step back from him only to get pulled back in, your view obscured by him, “Seriously, you didn’t even come to our side.”

“You felt ignored?” he pouts, cooing softly at the way you meekly nod in agreement, “But Beomgyu didn’t ignore you. Isn’t that right?”

“Yup. Made sure to take good care of her.”

It’s only then Yeonjun lets go of you— he’s behind you now, interlocking his hands over your navel and pulling you back against him as he slots his chin on your shoulder— your stomach drops, and you’re able to feel the way Yeonjun presses against you perfectly from behind. 

Beomgyu lays back against the headboard, looking up from his phone as he sends you a pretty smile and a wave. 

“Shit baby, when did you get this skirt? It barely covers you.” you’re blinking out of your stupor as you feel Yeonjun grinding against you, your body beginning to rock from the motion as you grab onto his forearms weakly— you’re startled, unable to help your weak whimper as you take in the way Beomgyu stares at you with hungry eyes. 

And Yeonjun’s absolutely right— the pleated skirt is so short that it’s already ridden up, and you can feel your eyes hazing at the way he grinds his cock against your ass, against your panties that are already beginning to become soaked and sticky from your arousal. 

“You know, I saw the way you were so eager to interact with gyu once I left,” he purrs into your ear, punctuating his words with a harsh thrust that has you bouncing and yelping weakly, “Have I been neglecting you that much, cutie? Am I not enough for you?”

“No, no no no,” you babble, already too stupid to make coherent sentences despite having yet been fucked, “Saw you flirting with fans, I just… wanted to get back at you, ugh—!”

Your mouth is falling open at the feeling of Yeonjun’s hand falling sharply on your skin— your ass stings from the sensation and your back arches in response, and Yeonjun’s free hand snakes its way up to grope your chest, pressing you back against him and spanking you again as he laughs darkly in your ear.

“Get back at me? You know I was just doing my job, right?” he’s mocking you— it’s mean and belittling as he rubs the stinging area for a second before landing another smack— hmm? he hums, egging on your response as his hand squeezes your breast warningly.

“You still ignored me,” you whine out, clearly not the answer Yeonjun wanted as he scoffs and undoubtedly rolls his eyes; he lets go of you, and you let out a soft yelp at the way he pushes you toward the bed— you stumble and fall face-first into it, bouncing on the mattress before you’re looking up in a daze— you’re meeting Beomgyu’s wicked smile the moment you come to your senses. 

“Okay baby, if that’s how you wanna play. You really seemed to enjoy Beomgyu’s attention today, how about you get some more?” You’re not sure what he may mean by that until you’re being moved; you’re seated in Yeonjun’s lap on the bed, a pained whimper ripped out of your throat from the way he tugs your hair and pulls your head back— you’re staring at the ceiling as you feel your legs get thrown over Yeonjun’s, left to his mercy as he spreads you open completely. 

“Fuck. Such an attention whore, aren’t you? How are you so wet already?” his tone is so, so mean and mocking as he rubs a hand over your panties, two fingers pressing down against your entrance as he watches the way your folds spill out from the action, hissing quietly before he’s laughing softly, “Did a little bit of grinding do all this to you? Or…”

He leans into your ear— he places a kiss behind it before his teeth begin to nibble at the flesh, laughing airily as his hands begin to rub up and down your trembling thighs. 

“Were you thinking of getting fucked the whole show?”

Your lips fall into a silent gasp— Beomgyu’s lips are leaving open-mouthed kisses at the inside of your knees, his soft hair brushing against your skin as you attempt to look down at him— only to squeeze your eyes shut, Yeonjun’s long and slender fingers coming up to press down on your throat and hold your head up as he prevents you from looking, adding more pressure as he takes in the way you squirm from his grip.

Your hands are gripping your skirt. It’s bunched between your fingers as you attempt to close your legs, only to be stopped by Yeonjun’s as he continues to hold you open— in response, he spreads his legs a bit more, indulging in the pained whimper you let out from the stretch. 

Beomgyu’s lips are inching up your thigh. He’s sucking and leaving marks, teeth teasingly sinking into the flesh as he takes in the way you jump and whine at the feeling— your eyes are screwed shut, and all you can hear is Beomgyu’s breathy laugh before he continues to make his way up. 

Beomgyu is nothing but cruel as he continues to tease you; you think you might begin crying as you feel his lips begin to kiss softly at your clit, the feeling barely there as you begin to whine petulantly.

“Don’t be like that,” Yeonjun scolds, taking the way you’re practically trembling, “Shouldn’t you be thankful Beomgyu’s here to give you some attention? If you keep this up, I’ll just make you fuck against a pillow and leave you here while I go out for drinks with the others. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”

You can feel Yeonjun smile against your jaw as you frantically shake your head no. He gives you a chaste kiss on your cheek in return. 

“Good girl. Now be patient, okay?”

God, how can you be patient when Beomgyu is still teasing you over your panties? They’re soaking and you feel pathetic as he continues to toy with you with his tongue, clearly eager to make you messier than you already are as his spit continues to soak the rest of your panties through— the whine you let out once he presses his tongue flat against your entrance is pathetic, but you don’t have any energy to feel embarrassed from it as he begins to press against your panties in an attempt to fuck you with his tongue.

You don’t know how long this goes on for— all you know is that you’re shaking and you feel your eyes sting with tears by the time his fingers begin ghosting along your thighs, his soft groans and sounds that come from below only leaving you more needy by the time his fingers finally hook under the waistband of your panties. 

Your hips lift eagerly as he slides them down, and you don’t bother to take their teasing comments seriously as you blindly buck your hips toward Beomgyu’s face instead. 

“What’s got you acting like this?” Yeonjun asks, his voice deep and gruff as he speaks in your ear, “Don’t tell me a little bit of teasing is what’s got you like this.”

A little bit of teasing is a severe understatement. You’re trembling over Yeonjun and your voice is breaking as you protest quietly— and if your boyfriend thinks you haven’t felt the way he’s been bucking and rutting his hips into you this whole time, he’s sorely mistaken. 

All your spite melts away the moment Beomgyu gets his mouth on you— you’re jolting in surprise at the feeling of his face pressed flush against you, his tongue entering you with ease as he begins to fuck you with it like you desperately wanted; his nose is brushing against your clit and your hands blindly go to tug at his hair in a weak attempt to pull him closer still, entirely shameless of the way your hips grind into his face to chase pleasure— the way he groans and hums against you only makes your head spin, tugging at his roots weakly in an attempt to distract yourself.

Yeonjun’s hand presses against your throat— the pressure has you going dizzy, and you don’t seem to realize that he’s tilted your head back down until he’s squeezing teasingly, growling in your ear to look.

Slowly, your eyes flutter open. 

“Gyu…”

The said man’s eyes flicker up to gauge your expression— only he finds that you’re not looking at him, but rather behind him— in other words, straight at the full-length mirror you sit in front of, hazed eyes taking in the sight of you on your boyfriend’s lap, his hand on your throat and the other pushing up your crop top to play with your breasts, followed by the sight of Beomgyu kneeled between your spread legs, his head neatly tucked under the skirt you wear as he diligently goes back to eating you out like a starved man.

Your mind has gone dumb from the stimulation— so much so that you were barely able to keep track of the hands on your body, your chest jutting out from the way Yeonjun plays with your nipples and your thighs shaking from the way Beomgyu massages them teasingly. You think you might just receive a noise complaint from the way you can barely keep your sounds down, your hips beginning to roll against Beomgyu’s face as you feel your orgasm beginning to approach. 

“So fucking loud,” Yeonjun growls, his hand leaving your tits before he’s putting two of his fingers into your mouth— and like the “good bitch” you are, you take them without hesitation, your lips sucking on them while your tongue runs along his fingers diligently. 

It does little to muffle your sounds, however. You can’t take your eyes off the sight in front of you, incredibly needy as you begin to push Beomgyu against you and practically suffocate him with your pussy— but, judging by the way he groans in response and moves his head side to side before pressing firmly against your cunt, you don’t think he minds it.

“Is he making you feel good? Yeah?” Yeonjun asks, cutting off your frantic nodding before he’s shoving his fingers deeper into your mouth and pressing down on your tongue— your mouth is left open and you can only watch helplessly as drool begins to gather at the corner of your lips, your hips jumping up at the way Beomgyu’s tongue toys with your clit before he’s back to fucking you— the way you react to the action has him repeating it, and it isn’t long before you’re letting out a long whine and cumming all over his face. 

“Good girl. Fuck that’s so hot, that’s right, ride it out…” Yeonjun’s hand leaves your neck in favor of gripping your hips and guiding your movements, grinning wolfishly at the way you simply cry softly and wrap your lips around his fingers in response, a stray tear running down your cheek as your mouth falls open weakly once more, beginning to melt from the way Beomgyu has yet to pull away, feverish mouth still on your cunt as he begins to clean you up despite your weak cries of overstimulation. 

Beomgyu’s face is shining from your arousal by the time he finally pulls away. He’s sitting back on his knees and looking up at you with puppy eyes as he pouts, swollen lips reddened as he takes in the way your pussy still glistens from your arousal and his spit, your body twitching from the aftershocks as you merely whine once your eyes meet. 

“Felt good baby?” Yeonjun asks you, letting you go before he’s laying you back on the bed— you’re reaching out for him, grabbing his shirt and tugging him back to you in a weak attempt to get him on top of you, only to fail miserably— he chuckles softly before his hands come up, encasing your own before he’s pulling them off; his gaze darkens. 

“Show me just how much you liked gyu’s attention, yeah?” he asks, and you watch with wide eyes as he begins to step away, ignoring your weak attempts to get him to come back before he’s getting comfortable on a chair across the bed; squeezing your legs together, you’re left helpless as you watch Beomgyu rise to his feet and begin to hover over you instead. 

“Don’t you wanna be good for him?” Beomgyu asks, placing a tentative hand on your waist and watching as you shiver from the sensation, “For us? Hmm?”

The pathetic whine you let out in response is enough for him, watching as you shyly reach up to grab at his shirt before you’re pulling him towards you. 

Beomgyu’s hands are big and warm as he places them on your thighs, sneaking to the underside and pushing them against you as he begins to spread you properly— you’re left folded and at his mercy as you simply look at him with curious eyes, fingers splayed neatly on your chest as you begin to play with your breasts absentmindedly. 

You’re shameless as you watch Beomgyu take his cock out— even more so when you begin to squirm, eyes widening slightly just from the mere sight; god, he’s huge. 

“What’s with the reaction baby?” Yeonjun calls out, and you’re snapped out of your daze as you look at where your boyfriend sits, slouched in the chair and palming himself casually as he watches, “Something on your mind?”

You shake your head no— but as Beomgyu slowly aligns himself with your entrance, leaking tip beginning to glide along your cunt as he spreads your arousals, you can’t hold back the shaky whimper you let out, your voice breaking from the sound as you grasp at the sheets under you. 

He’s big— just like your boyfriend, who always has to take his time prepping you before he finally fucks you; the only difference here, however, is that Beomgyu has never fucked you before, so he certainly won’t be aware of the struggle he’ll be met with as his tip finally begins to prod at your entrance, testing out the waters before he finally pulls out again. 

Yeonjun, however, is fully aware of this fact.

Maybe that’s why you take in the way his lips quirk up in a mischievous smile as Beomgyu finally begins to enter you— hissing at the stretch, going insanely slow due to the way you clench down on him like a vice, the feeling enough to make him cum if he’s not too careful. 

You’re a trembling and squirming mess under him— your eyes are screwed shut when he grabs onto your hips, telling you to stop fucking moving as the sheer strength of his hold is enough to have you freezing. 

“Shit, such a cute little thing, always begging for attention— don’t even care that it’s not your boyfriend fucking you, huh?”

God, this is so embarrassing— especially with the way you practically melt at Beomgyu’s touch, weak whimpers flowing from you the moment you feel him bottom out, hips pressed flush against yours as he simply… remains still. Clenching around him pathetically, all shame is thrown out the window as you begin to attempt fucking yourself on his cock, trying to get any stimulation you can before his fingertips are digging into your skin— a clear warning to fucking sit still, as he growls out. 

Slowly, he pulls out; you can feel every vein that runs along his length from how slow he goes, your walls fluttering in a desperate attempt to keep him inside as you let out a soft whine— he quickly rams into you after that, ripping a shameless moan from you and making your body jostle back against the mattress, only to get pulled back into him by his hands. 

He’s able to build his pace that way— your body is his to control as he begins fucking you, rutting into you wildly as he takes in the way your eyes glaze with pleasure, weak cries and moans escaping your mouth as he simply smiles down at you coyly.

“Beomgyu,” you hear Yeonjun say, though you don’t have the strength to look over at him as you watch Beomgyu turn his head over, his thrusts slowing to something deep and slow as the two seemingly converse— you’re unable to hear what your boyfriend says, but you know he’s up to no good as you pick up on his last words.

“Do it, you’ll see how much she likes it.”

Before you can question what he could possibly mean by that, a choked cry is leaving you; Beomgyu has returned his rough pace of fucking you, your words dying on your tongue as you’re left to pant and moan pathetically— your back arches off the bed the moment you feel his hand fall on your stomach, pressing down on the bulge of his cock inside you and watching the way you bite your lip in a failed attempt to conceal the squeal he rips out of you; the pressure of his hand makes you tighten around him more, and the laugh he lets out would be enough to embarrass you if you weren’t so fucked out. 

“Like feeling me? Am I too big for you, sweet thing?” he asks, whiny and attempting to mimic your tone as he sends you a pathetic pout, no doubt a reflection of your expression, “Can you feel me, baby? Feels good?”

Your eyes roll back the moment he brings your hand over to press on the bulge yourself; you’re letting out a soft fuck that has the two men chuckling, only able to come to your senses long enough to see that Yeonjun has begun to stroke himself where he sits, dark gaze never leaving your body as he watches everything with interest. 

Yeonjun is mumbling something again— it makes your heart race that you’re unable to pick up on it, much more focused on the way Beomgyu continues to fuck you to be able to pay attention to the conversation the two are having; before you can take any offense to it, Beomgyu is pulling out, the two of you hissing from the suddenness of it all before he’s guiding you to move. 

“You look so pretty like this.”

Yeonjun’s smile is warm as he meets your gaze— though you’re unable to see it for much longer, your head being pushed into the mattress as Beomgyu raises your hips a little more, landing a slap to your ass before he’s thrusting into you fully in one go— you think that if your face hadn’t been buried in the sheets, you definitely would’ve been scolded for being so loud. 

This position allows Beomgyu to fuck into you a little rougher; something Yeonjun told him you just go crazy for, and he knows it must be true if the way your walls flutter and suck him in are any sign, the feeling making it harder for him to not dump his load inside you then and there. 

“Pull her hair,” Yeonjun grins, watching as you nuzzle your face into the mattress for comfort, “She loves when you do that— isn’t that right, baby?”

Beomgyu doesn’t need to be told twice; he’s grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging you hard enough that you’re being pulled up, pressed flush against his chest as Beomgyu’s hand snakes around your waist and circles your clit— if it weren’t for his arms that held you up against him, you’re sure you would’ve collapsed back down from the sheer pleasure.

His hand lets go of your hair in favor to wrap around your neck; his index finger taps at your cheek as he begins to put a slight pressure, watching as you become lightheaded and struggle to open your eyes upon his request. 

“Don’t you want your boyfriend to see how good you’re getting fucked?” 

His words shouldn’t spur you on as much as they do— but the way Beomgyu continues to spew absolute filth in your ears paired with the way Yeonjun stares at you as though he’s ready to pounce on you any second has you nearing yet another orgasm— and judging by the way Beomgyu hisses into your ear, you’re sure he notices it.

“Shit, such a greedy thing, so desperate to get fucked that you don’t care who it is, hmm?” Beomgyu says, laughing softly at the way you begin to squirm from his grip, “Feel good? Gonna cum on my cock? Hmm? Don’t even feel guilty that your boyfriend is watching you get fucked so good, just wanna get used, isn’t that right?”

You’re barely able to keep track of the shit Beomgyu is saying— all you know is that you’re intoxicated with the way his voice sounds, strained and shaky as his broken moans interrupt his sentences, the sound of skin against skin overwhelming your senses as you finally come down— your eyes are shutting tight as you feel yourself go weak, falling limp under Beomgyu’s hold before he lets you go entirely— and you’re falling back into the mattress, grabbing desperately at the sheets in a weak attempt to ground yourself. 

The sudden rush of blood to your head only amplifies everything as Beomgyu lets you ride out your orgasm; he’s rough and unrelenting as he chases his own high, reassuring you quietly that he’s almost there, just a bit more, be a good girl and take it, okay?

It doesn’t take long before Beomgyu’s pace is stuttering, his hands gripping your waist and using you as a fucktoy as he begins groaning that he’s close. 

“Want me to cum inside?” he asks, his voice breathy and dazed as he watches the way you simply whine and nod your head, “Yeah? Dump my load and fill you up like a good cumslut? Love letting me use you how I’d like?”

A weak yes! yesyesyes! is all that leaves you before he’s burying himself as deep as he can and cumming inside you; you feel so warm and full as you feel him spurt his cum inside you, whining quietly and nuzzling more into the blankets as you let him ride his orgasm out.

A moment passes— he has yet to pull out.

“So?” Yeonjun asks, a lot closer than you expected as he suddenly takes your hair and forces you up, ignoring your weak protests with a roll of his eyes, “What do you think baby? You want more of his attention, or are you finally gonna apologize for being such a fucking bitch to me?”

You let out a noncommittal whine— Yeonjun’s brow quirks in interest, but he simply looks back at Beomgyu with a soft smile. 

“Think you can dump another load in her?”

Beomgyu’s cock is already hardening inside you— the whine you let out is left in vain as Yeonjun simply directs his hardened cock to your lips, tapping his leaking tip against them as he begins to spread his arousal along them, smiling wickedly as you send him a pleading smile. 

“You know how this works, doll,” he hums out, smacking his dick on your lips with a soft laugh, “You know the safe words; you say it and everything stops— so stop acting like a helpless bitch.”

Softly, his hand taps your cheek.

“Now open up, won’t you?”

You’re obedient as always as you do what he says immediately. Your eyes are watery as you allow him to use your mouth just how he likes, the vibrations of your moans from the way Beomgyu continues to fuck you making Yeonjun pathetically bite his lips to conceal his sounds— of course, it doesn’t work, and all he’s left with in the end are swollen and reddened lips you’re fighting the urge to kiss. 

By the time Beomgyu is cumming inside you again, Yeonjun is above you groaning that he’s close; you’re whimpering at the feeling of being filled a second time tonight as Yeonjun takes his cock out and furrows his brows in concentration, taking in your fucked out face before he spills his load all over you; your eyes close as you feel the spurts of cum land on your lips, cheeks, and shirt, over the bold I ♡ TXT  as Yeonjun only smiles with pride; you’re whimpering pathetically as Yeonjun proceeds to use his sensitive tip to spread his release across your lips, hissing quietly as your tongue darts out to lick it teasingly. 

“Yeonjun,” you whimper out, looking up at your boyfriend with eyes that almost make his knees buckle, “Still need you. Want you inside me.”

He grins— how could he deny such a request?

In the blink eye, you’ve changed positions, now lying on your back— Beomgyu is no longer inside you, sending you a wolfish grin as he places one last kiss on your head, patting your thigh slyly before he’s sending you off to Yeonjun; after all your teasing and subjecting himself to watch for so long, Yeonjun can feel his refractory period turn to ashes the moment he finally slides himself inside you, your thighs dripping with Beomgyu’s cum as more comes out the moment Yeonjun bottoms out. 

“Fuck,” he hisses, moving slowly before he’s forced to stop from the feeling of you clenching around him, “How are you still so tight? Did you miss me that much, pretty?”

Without a second thought, you nod— Yeonjun simply laughs at that, beginning to move slowly and watching the way your face contorts in pleasure before he’s glancing back to the chair he sat in, making eye contact with Beomgyu as he sends him a grin. 

“You know, she really likes it when you do this,” he says, taking your legs and throwing them over his shoulders as he begins to fuck you roughly; you’re yelping and crying from the overstimulation, highly sensitive as hot tears begin escaping your eyes, “Don’t you, baby? Feel good right now?”

“Too— too much, jjunie,” you hiccup, though the way your pussy tightens around him says otherwise, your hands are desperate to grab onto something as you hold onto your skirt, crumpling the fabric in your hands as you allow Yeonjun to pull your shirt up, feeling the way his expert fingers play with your breasts and tug at your nipples, the movement almost memorized at this point.

“Too much?” he coos, not slowing his pace for a second as he watches you nod, taking in your teary eyes hungrily, “Want it to stop? Gonna say the safe word?”

You don’t respond. 

“‘Course you won’t,” he hums, slapping you softly and huffing out a laugh at the way his cum has begun to dry on your face, the feeling filthy as you simply whine, his hand cupping your face and squeezing your cheeks until your lips are forced in an open pout; he leans in, his hair brushing against your forehead as he continues to fuck you. 

“You love being used as a cumdump too much to say it, don’t you?”

Without a further warning, his index finger tugs at your lower lip, forcing your mouth open a little more— then, he spits. 

You come undone shortly after.

Yeonjun’s pace doesn’t slow down throughout any of it; not when you squeeze him so tight your cunt is practically choking his dick, not when you begin squirming and crying under him, and certainly not when he feels his own high approaching, only fueled even more when your pretty acrylics come up to dig at his shoulder, letting out a loud cry as he hits a particularly sensitive spot and scratching along his back, the stinging sensation enough to set Yeonjun off as he cums inside you— he sits back and watches as even more cum leaks out, your body already exhausted beyond relief as you simply let your eyes close and your chest heaves as you catch your breath. 

Yeonjun is rubbing your thighs soothingly, waiting for your eyes to flutter open again before he begins to speak. 

“Was that enough attention for you?” he asks— he’s hovering over you again, a mischievous smile growing on his face as he looks down at you and the mess he’s made, “I think you deserve a bit more.”

Fuck Yeonjun and his petty grudges. 

[jamminvroomvroom]

lando request where their super flirty around each other but always say they’re“just friends” even tho they hook up on the dl and everyone always speculates if there’s something going w

just friends

LN4 x reader | blurb

tysm for the request!! <3 enjoyed writing this one hehe

warnings: minors dni! suggestive content, language, fluff, lando being a little shit, alex and george appearance

“you need to fix your hair.” you teased, smoothing out your skirt, reaching around for your shirt.

“you need to fix your hair.” lando replied, sticking his tongue out at you. you just rolled your eyes in response.

“can’t believe you left a mark.” you whined, scanning yourself in the mirror and frowning at the purple splodge on your neck.

“whoops.” was all lando said in response.

“i’m serious! that is our only rule. i’ve got nothing to cover this now.” you huffed, trying to readjust your hair and your top to cover the mark.

he came up behind you, not missing the way your eyes fluttered shut in the mirror, just for a second, when he grabbed at your hips and dipped his head to rest in the crook of your neck.

“couldn’t help it, don’t like the way some of the other drivers look at you.” he murmured into your ear, nice and low, sealing his words with a light kiss against the bruise he’d left not ten minutes earlier.

you didn’t let him get too comfortable, elbowing him in the ribs and squirming out of his hold to finish making yourself decent.

“you’re being so mean to me today,” lando pouted. “i thought we were friends.” he teased, hand over his heart as though you’d wounded him.

“does this look friendly to you?” you deadpanned, scowling at him as you pointed at the glaring mark on your neck.

all lando did was blow you a kiss in response, and you couldn’t help but smile.

-

you managed to escape the motorhome unscathed, nonchalantly moving through the paddock side by side. he was making his way to the garage to hop in the car, qualifying about half an hour away, and you were on your way to cheer him on, tucked away in the garage like the good, supportive best friend that you were.

you’d gotten quite good at sneaking around the paddock, disappearing off together under the guise of close friendship, and returning a bit more disheveled and a lot more smiley. it was going swimmingly, and no one seemed to know a thing about how lando always found an opportunity to bend you over the nearest surface.

but that’s when it all went sideways.

you heard a voice call out lando’s name, followed by yours and you both stopped, waiting for the owner of the voice to catch you up.

“where did i see you two sneak off to earlier?” george stood before you, alex in tow.

“we were in the motorhome, mate.” lando replied, face neutral for a change.

“doing what?” alex teased, eyebrows jumping suggestively.

you opened your mouth to answer, but were stopped in your tracks by george’s elbow meeting alex’s ribs, as the mercedes driver’s jaw dropped. he knew. he’d seen it.

alex quickly clocked on and the tall men were laughing like school boys, tripping over eachother as they did.

“we fucking knew it.” alex tipped his thick neck back. “charles and pierre owe us two fifty each.”

you just avoided eye contact with both of them, while lando looked to the heavens and scratched his head awkwardly.

lando turned towards you slowly, coming face to face with your show stopping glare.

“this doesn’t mean we have to stop, right?”

you walked around him, rolling your eyes, the blush on your cheeks ferrari read as you stomped all the way to the garage.

“right?” lando called from behind you, jogging to catch you up.

“don’t push your luck, norris.”

lando wasn’t even remotely worried, knowing that whatever this was, this thing between you both was far from over. his confidence was reaffirmed when he looked up from the cockpit and just about managed to catch the kiss you blew him.

[emmafrostdefender]

crush | logan howlett x female reader

hi everyone! i wrote this for fun. it'll probably turn into a series of small chapters while i write my more hefty logan fic. i hope you guys enjoy!

warnings: reader's kinda horny i guess, sexy man, based on crush by ethel cain, 1.5k words (i wrote this in like an hour)

You’d seen him around town. 

At the laundromat with the blinking fluorescent lights. At the dingy bar around the corner from the laundromat. At the gas station, filling up the tank of his red truck.

You never thought to say hi, never to engage with him in any way. 

He created such a stir when he first arrived. No one moved to your town unless something was truly wrong with them. Most of the men had leering gazes and dangerous intentions, but not him. Never him. You were in his vicinity frequently, but never once did he attempt what many others had. All failures, of course.

You lived contently in your grandmother’s old home, moving there after her cancer took a turn for the worst a few months ago. When she passed away quickly after that, she left the house to you and you decided to keep it. It still smelled like cigarettes, the stench burned into the walls and carpet, but the smell reminded you of childhood trips to Kansas. Those trips were scorched to the back of your eyelids, forever being replayed. Everything was the same as when you were a child; the small Mexican restaurant, the old movie theater, the arcade that closed seven years ago.

 Now, you sat behind the counter at the small antique shop you spent most of your days in. It was quaint, filled to the brim with every kind of knick-knack you could think of. There were crates filled with records and CDs, most scratched or completely unplayable. There were pieces of furniture, dusty mirrors, moth-eaten upholstery, chipped paint jobs, and broken hinges. The bookshelves that lined the walls of the store were stacked with books. You’d taken a few home in the past, knowing that they wouldn’t be missed.

And the clothes. There were racks on racks of vintage clothes. Most were out of fashion (even for the time they were made) or damaged. Still, you liked to play dress-up every so often. 

The job was boring and mundane, but it paid the bills. The family who owned the store didn’t seem to have time to keep up with the place, so you managed the inner-workings of it.

Today, you watched cars go by, wondering when would be the best time to cut your losses and close for the day. Some days you managed to get more than a few browsers, but today was not one of those days. You had one person come in around lunch, but they looked for about five minutes before heading out.

Your mind wandered as you watched people walk by the storefront.

You thought of him. The man you saw everywhere. The man who never spoke to you, not even to say, “Excuse me.”

The man that just walked through the front door.

Eyes widening, you sat up straighter and calmed your heartbeat that suddenly thundered in your ears. “Welcome in! Everything with a blue tag is sixty percent off today,” you said with a bright smile.

He simply looked over at you and then continued his perusal. 

You deflated. Harsh.

As he walked around the store, you felt like a live-wire. Every creak of the floorboards sent your heart spinning in your chest. You hadn’t felt like this about a man since you still called men boys. Being in your late twenties, that meant a very long time.

You grabbed a box of donations from the back room and moved to the floor to start stocking items on the shelves. You rationalized your decision to suddenly start restocking items after having a full day to do so by telling yourself that if you looked busy, he might feel inclined to buy something. You could nearly feel your nose growing by the second at that thought.

Moving through the rows of shelves and assorted items was second nature to you at this point, knowing where everything went in this mess of a store. You conveniently moved to the side of a shelf that viewed his aisle through gaps in the many items strung about. As you placed a silver mirror on the shelf, your gaze moved to watch his face on the other side of the rack. He was stunning.

You hadn’t had much time to analyze him; it was only small glances here and there in the time he’d been around. Now, you took your time. He was looking at an old book, bound in red fabric. It looked as if it had seen the bottom of a sewer. Luckily, he seemed to be making a careful inspection of the text, giving you enough time to look him over.

He was beautiful in a rugged kind of way. He looked like he worked with his hands; they were large and rough, with calluses around the fingers. His knuckles were prominent with sharp edges. You wondered what he did for a living. Did he move here to get away from city life? Was he a runaway circus performer? You internally smacked yourself in the head for the stupid thought. 

He’d probably make the circus look sexy, though.

He had a large figure hidden by a flannel and white t-shirt. His attire pointed to him being a worker of the land. A farmer, maybe. That would check out with the truck you'd seen him driving around in. Always covered in mud with logs of wood piled high in the back. 

His hair was a rich brown and you wanted to dig your fingers into it. You wanted to feel his beard against your skin.

What the hell is wrong with me?

You don’t have sex for so long that your brain goes fuzzy at the idea of a stranger’s beard scratching your neck. God. Get a grip.

You straighten your back and continue restocking things. Play it cool.

Soon, you fell into the rhythm of it, nearly forgetting the other person in the room. You moved to the bookshelves, loading more books onto the already strained wood. People really needed to stop donating things to you and start actually buying things. You’d be out of business by next summer. 

As soon as you realized you needed to go back to the stock room to grab another box, you heard a grunt behind you. You nearly jumped out of your skin. You dropped the box you were holding and faced the man. Your mystery man.

He was so close, you could smell him. He smelled like smoke and sweat. You felt yourself salivate.

You looked him in the eyes for the first time. “Do you need help?” You asked quietly, scared that he’d run off if you spoke too loud, like a wounded animal. 

“How much for this?” He asked, keeping your gaze. His voice was smooth.

You looked down to his hands, which were holding the book he had been examining earlier. “It doesn’t have a price tag?”

He shook his head. 

Now you felt like you were being held under a microscope. The way his eyes ran over your face made you go red; you hadn’t felt this flustered because of a man in a long time. 

“Okay, I can check at the front,” you said, keeping your quiet tone.

He just grunted again and followed as you led him to the register. You had a book of all the prices for things so that you could properly mark them. If you didn’t have the vague feeling that you were going to explode at any moment, you’d know off the top of your head the price of that tiny book. It was about the size of his hand, making you bite the inside of your cheek. 

You opened the book and searched for the page with book prices. When you found the page, you ran your finger down the list.

Small = $1.99

When you looked up at him, you jumped a little. He was looking at you with such intensity, you’d thought he was going to have an aneurysm. It made your cheeks flush again, but you cleared your throat and said, “It’s $1.99. With tax, it’ll be $2.30.”

He nodded, putting the book down on the counter as he reached for his wallet. You read the book title: Frankenstein. “I love Mary Shelley,” you said as you reached for a brown paper bag. 

He looked at you, his expression not revealing anything.

For some reason, you decided to keep talking. “It’s such a perfect analysis of ‘how far is too far’ in science and experimentation. I loved reading it in high school, I think you’ll really enjoy it,” you said, not particularly needing a response. 

He placed the exact change due on the counter and looked you in the eyes as he said, “Thank you.”

Your heart fluttered. “You’re welcome…” You trailed off, hoping to God that he’d tell you his name.

He thought about it for a moment. “It’s Logan.”

You smiled. “I’m glad you stopped by, Logan.” You introduced yourself. It would be nice to have another person to say ‘hi’ to on the street. And you imagined he was thinking the same thing.

His face didn’t jump into a smile, but it didn’t look as harsh as it did when he first walked in. 

And so began your crush on the stoic man who moved to town.

[theemporium]

Hey Cece, happy Monday! I'm not sure if you're taking requests right now but if you are I'd (please) love fem driver x Charles or Daniel. Maybe after a race doesn't go so well she barges into the after party (in front of everyone) and demands one of them fuck her right this second 👀 thank you x

it is very much not monday anymore, i am so sorry but thank you for requesting!🖤

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The tension had been lingering for months before this race weekend.

Everyone knew there was something brewing between you and the Aussie driver. The two of you knew it too and you both constantly toed the line of friends or something more, but there was always something holding you back from making the move.

But this weekend was different. 

It was meant to be a good weekend. Your pace was good. The car felt good. You were setting fast laps for all three practices. You even qualified pretty fucking well on Saturday afternoon in peperation for the race. But the second lights out were called, everything seemed to go to shit. 

Between bad strategy calls and even worse luck with safety cars and pit stops, you had been on edge since the race ended. You were frustrated, pissed and you needed something to take your anger out on—and getting shit-faced wasn’t enough for tonight. 

You needed something more. 

Scratch that—you needed someone. 

You had stormed into the party looking as pretty as death herself in the little black dress you slipped on, the two shots you had before you left your room only fuelling your determination as you strided through the party like it was for you—and not Max who had won the race. 

Your eyes locked on the Aussie driver as you made your way across the cramped club, pushing through the throng of dancing people until you made it to the booth where Daniel was sitting with a few other drivers and Red Bull team members.

You stopped short by the booth, your hands crossed over your chest. 

“Fucking hell, sunshine,” Daniel grinned up at you, shamelessly letting his eyes wander your figure as he took in the sight of you. “You’re looking gorgeous tonight. Is this all for little ol’ me?” 

But you were done with the teasing remarks and the back and forth game. You wanted him and you wanted to know if you were wasting your time. 

“Are you gonna fuck me or not, Ricciardo?” 

Max, who was sitting next to the Aussie driver, had all but choked on his drink as the words left your mouth, smacking his chest as he looked between the two of you with wide eyes. 

Daniel laughed nervously. “What?”

But you didn’t hesitate as you leaned over, one hand leaning on the table and the other placed on the booth just behind his head. “I have had a shit day and I need some help working things off,” you said, your voice a little lower than usual and you didn’t miss the way his eyes fell to your lips. “Now, are you gonna finally stop pissing around and fuck me, or do I need to find someone else to do it?” 

He quickly shook his head. “I’m your man, sunshine.” 

“Good. Then fuck me.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

Neither one of you could be bothered waiting for a taxi to head back to the hotel, so Daniel had quickly linked your hands together and guided you towards the bathrooms at the back of the club. You both quickly scampered in, locking the door behind you before your hands were all over each other. 

“I’m gonna fuck every thought out of that pretty head of yours,” Daniel groaned from behind you as he pushed the material of your dress to your hips, tugging your panties to the side before he slid inside you, swearing at how wet and tight you were. 

“Please,” you moaned out, your hands gripping the edge of the sink as you felt him bottom out inside you.

“That’s it, beg for me,” he whispered in your ear, his hands caging you in against the sink as he began to thrust his hips, each one hard and deep. “Beg for me to fuck you dumb.” 

“Fuck me until I can’t think,” you whined to him, your eyes meeting his heated gaze in the mirror as he grinned back at you. 

“Gonna make sure my name is the only thing you remember, sunshine.”

.

[little-horror-smut]

Breaking Boundries

Chibs Telford x Reader

CW; 18+ only. SMUT, alot of detailed sxy time.

This is my first time posting, hope its to you alls liking. Bit of a long one, typed it on my phone so bare with me. If there are any mistakes feel free to let me know!

Off limits. Thats what you have been all your life. As Clay Morrows daughter, there wasn't a chance in hell any of the guys could touch you. Yet the thought of them lingered in your head. Especially of one man. His grey locks that mingled with his dark brown hair. His thick scottish accent that you could spend days listening to. His always protective nature.

You worked as a mechanic for the garage. Having grown up there, you were always watching the men work. You didn't want to do all the girly stuff they presented you with. Always being drawn back to motorcycles. Finally they gave up and let you learn. They knew you were gonna do it anyhow. Because of the work you did, you've always worn baggy clothes. It was the most comfortable to work in. You joked around like the guys and they treated you as one in return.

They would do anything in a heartbeat for you.

You we're working on a car for a customer. Your hair was tied up in a messy bun and your hands were covered in grease. You couldn't figure out what was causing the trouble. Scratching your head, leaving a greasy mark on your hair and face, you hadn't noticed it happening.

"What have you been rollin' round in?" A thick Scottish accent filled the room. Confused you looked up, chibs standing close by. "Have you looked at yourself in the mirror, love?" He said, pointing at his face. As you walked over to one of the mirrors hanging there, you chuckled. "Been too stuck with this car. I can't figure out for the life of me whats wrong" you sighed in frustration as you walked back over to the car. Leaning over the open hood. Chibs came standing behind you, looking over your shoulder. He placed his hand forward to point something out. His warm body connecting to yours. You felt something flutter inside your stomach. Something you had never felt before. "Let me take a closer look" Chibs said as he moved away from you and leaned in on the car. His hand ever so slightly brushing your butt while he moved. A blush rose to your cheeks. You try to compose yourself, not knowing this side of you. Chibs was full on invested in this car now, helping you figure out what was going on.

"You comin' to Bobby's release party?" He asked while he was wiping his hands on a rag. "You kidding? Wouldn't wanna miss it!" You replied in a cheerfull manner. "Aight. Just let your daddy know" Chibs winked. You rolled your eyes at his comment. "I can take care of myself you know? Besides, i have you guys to look out for me" winking back at chibs. A giggle leaving his mouth.

"See you tonight then, love" He kissed the top of your head and left.

You sighed at the feeling this man had stirred in you. "You gotta clear your head girl.." you mumbled under your breath as you finished up the car.

You stood before your closet. The dress you had bought a while ago was still hanging there with tags and all. Maybe it was time to wear it. The little black dress you loved to stare at but dreaded to wear. Maybe, just maybe, tonight was the night you were gonna show the guys what you had been hiding. You grabbed the dress and hopped into the bathroom. You put on some fishnet stockings, the little black dress that hugged every inch of your curves and some beautiful lace up high heeled boots. You finished your look by putting on eyeliner with a cat wing and a bold red lipstick. As you walked back into your bedroom, you took a look at yourself in the dressing mirror. You couldn't believe it was you. So different, yet you loved how it made you feel.

"You ready to go, sweetheart?" Gemma called from the kitchen. You took a deep breath and went to face gemma. "Well look at that" Gemma smiled. "Are you sure thats Y/N? Because i ain't never seen her before"

A warm feeling enlightened you at Gemma's compliment. "Thanks Gem" you said as you went to grab your red leather jacket. "Now we need to make sure your father doesn't see you before we make the party" Gemma chuckled. "Come on"

As you arrived at the party, heads were turning with every step you took. You couldn't help but feel a little awkward with all the attention you got. This was not something you were used to. But you tried to keep yourself composed, you head held high and trying to extrude confidence with every step.

"Almost didn't recognize you" Chibs said, his voice husky. "You look absolutely stunnin' " he added, looking you up and down. "Thanks, Chibs" you said nervously and with a blush.

He poured you a whiskey "here you go love" raising his glass. You toasted on a fun night. As you took a sip, you felt the warmth of the liqour burn your throat. A familiar feeling, soothing your nerves.

As the evening wound on, you found yourself on the dancefloor. The booze was working, your nervous edge was gone. You felt the rythem go through your body. Your heart in sync with the beat. Hips swaying side to side. Suddenly you felt two hands on your hips and a warmth filling up behind you. You looked over your shoulder to see who it was, your eyes widenend at the sight of chibs. "You've been on my mind all night" he whispered in a coarse voice, his breath hot against your skin. Sending shivers down your spine. "You're playin' a devils game. Swingin' yer hips like that" as he pulled your hips against his groin. You gasped by feeling of it. You quickly turned around. "What are you doing, chibs?" Your voice slightly trembling. "If Clay sees you, your a dead man" A smirk appeared on chibs his face. "Lets go somewhere more private then.." as he quickly grabbed your arm and led you away from the crowd. You heart paced faster every step you took. You had no idea what had gotten into Chibs but you also didn't mind it.

He had led you to the garage, where the car was standing you worked on earlier today. Making sure everything was closed, he pulled you in. Your faces only inches apart. Your hot breaths mingling. He cupped your face roughly. "Your drivin' me crazy, Y/N" as he pulled your face even closer. Your lips almost touching. You wanted to say something, nothing that made sense came to mind. "I..-" Before you could utter another word, Chibs crashed his lips onto yours. Electricity went through your body, your eyes widenend at the initial encouter but quickly closed. You kissed back, putting your hands up in his hair. His tongue sought entrance. As you let him enter, the taste was of whiskey and cigarettes. A hint of sweet lingering in there. With every move your tongues made, the more he awakened in you. Before you knew it, he was tugging at your dress.

His hands desperate to take it off. He grunted a with frustration, which made you smile in return. He turned you around and pushed you down. Bend over the hood of the car. He lifted up your dress. "Fuck.. thats a pretty sight" he grinned with heavy breath, yet soflty spoken. He ripped your fishnets, leaving a perfect hole. He got on his knees and started kissing up your legs. A moan escaped your lips. His grip on your ass tightend by hearing your pleasure. As he made his way up, he spread your ass so he could reach you better. He pulled your panties to the side. His tongue caressed your lips, tasting your sweetness. More soft moans started escaping your mouth. His movement became rougher, as he licked, kissed and sucked. Panting heavy "you taste so good" he groaned under his breath. He stood up and unbuckled his pants. Revealing his throbbing cock. One hand on your ass and one stroking his cock, he looked at the beautiful sight infront of him. The woman, a forbidden desire, on the hood of a car in a greasy garage. Every mechanics dream. He stepped in closer, rubbing his tip against your wetness. You bit your lip in pleasure and anticipation. He entered, his big size filling you all up. Your tightness around his cock made him moan. You gasped as you felt him go deeper. He slowly started moving, squeezing your ass in pleasure. He tilted his back and breathed heavy with pleasure. He started picking up the pace. Every move you felt him inside you, your wetness grew. Moans left your lips, every thrust bringing you more pleasure. He leaned forward and grabbed your hair. "Who's a good girl' " he smirked, his thick scottish accent filling the air. His voice making you tremble. He grunted and moaned with every move he made inside you.

He grabbed your hips and moved faster and faster. He was almost at his climax. You used your hand to please yourself. Panting you said "im.. almos- fuck.. almost there" A smile grew on his face as your words turned him on even more. "Cum for me love" he said, feeling himself coming closer. As you let it happen, your warmth pulsated around his cock. Not even a few seconds later he filled you with his warm liquid. Thrusting one last time, a loud groan came out. All together in sync with your moans and pulsating body. 

Chibs panted heavy as he leaned one hand on the hood of the car. "This was the best mistake I've made so far" he said with a heavy yet satisfied voice and a light chuckle. He pulled out and put his pants back on. You stood up, pulling your dress down and putting your panties in place. "Thats kinda hot you know' Pullin your panties up like that" he said as he lit up a cigarette. "Oh shut it" you giggled as you slapped his arm playfully. "Lets get our asses back to the party, before anyone notices were gone" you said, the realization of the situation sinking in. Chibs nodded, making his way over to garage door to open it. "Shit.. i can't believe this actually happened" you admitted with a slight chuckle at the end.

Chibs smirked and looked at you

"You know I'm always a big fan of Breaking Boundries"

[cool-cowboy]

Summary:

In which it's been a month since the last incident, and Leon's being weird, wonder what that means. Takes place in the changing room of some department store, then against your car in the parking lot of said department store. A sequel to the other "The Gift Of Need" just because I like the premise. Enjoy!

Tags:

Leon S. Kennedy Infected by Las Plagas, Begging, Dirty Talk, Dressing Room Sex, Possessiveness, Marking, Pheromones, ,Biting, Semi-Public Sex, Sex on a Car, Mating Cycles(Ish), Whiny Leon S. Kennedy, Painful Sex,Overstimulation, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex. Breeding, Rough Sex, Creampie,Mirror Sex, Eye Contact, Grinding, Blood

Blurb:

“What’s up with you today?”

“I don’t know… Just- Been gone all week, missed you...I know- I’m sorry… It’s too much I just- I love you so damn much it drives me crazy…”

Text:

“Le, you can not come in.” He’s being too much, begged me to let him come shopping with me this morning, has been clinging to me the entire time, in an especially needy mood, now even trying to convince me to let him into the dressing room.

“No one’s around, princess, just- C’mon, let me in.” I sigh, dramatic, giving him an unhappy look as I swing the doo open for him, waving him inside before anyone else sees this seemingly suggestive moment. He closes the door behind himself, staying there and leaning against it, at least giving me some space to try my items on, watching me through the mirror when I turn, looking dazed, staring at me, seeming a little more lax than usual, his head tilted a little. “What’s up with you today?” He’s being weird, knew I was going out on my own today, is perfectly fine with it any other time, but seemed panicked at the thought when he woke to see me dressed and ready to go. He looks down, seeming a little confused, maybe also somewhat embarrassed of how obsessive he’s being, following me around one step behind through every store we’ve been in, being embarrassingly touchy all through peak shopping hours, even now he looks pained, missing the feel of my skin, stood a couple feet away with his arms crossed.

“I don’t know… Just- Been gone all week, missed you.” He shrugs, playing it off, but this isn’t really “I missed you” behavior, at least not the regular sort, he’s usually just tired, clingy yes, but not nearly to this extent. I give him a look through the mirror, pulling my shirt up and over my head, setting it off to the side to rid myself of my pants, his eyes going a little low at the sight of me, nearly bare. “I know- I’m sorry… It’s too much I just- I love you so damn much it drives me crazy…” I sigh, pulling one of the dresses up my legs, slipping the straps up over my arms, meeting his eyes as he covers his mouth with his hand, closing his eyes and looking a little pained, his face flushed, free hand pulling uncomfortably at his collar.

“Le? You okay?” I’ve been worried, ever since his mission in Spain, even if he’s been normal following the whole breeding incident, which thankfully did not end the way he wanted in the moment. He’s acting more like he did that day, sinking into instinct, doing what he wants without fear of how it comes off, indulging.

“ ‘m fine, don’t worry.” He’s lying, refusing to look at me, scratching at the side of his neck, uncomfortable. Something’s wrong, and he won’t tell me, the refusal telling it’s bad, worrying, his lie bothering me probably more than the truth would, but I don’t press him, aware it’ll just make him feel worse, I just pull the dress up over my head, grabbing the next and repeating the process, letting things go quiet, both of us well aware I don’t believe him.

“You like this one?” I look at him, catching his eyes in the mirror, and he hums, taking my question as an invitation to approach, wandering his way up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist, laying his chin down in the crook of my neck, gazing up at me in the mirror, seeming a little less antsy against me, this whole thing a little too reminiscent of that night, not that I say that, he’ll tell me when he’s ready, and plus I’d much rather get home before he does, if this really is a repeat of what went down a little over a month ago.

“Pretty…” I don’t know whether he’s talking about me or the dress, but it seems to be the former, he hasn’t even taken a look at it, too busy staring into my face, pressing into my back, his body running hotter than usual, his skin clammy and sticky against me, that same look on his faze, dazed, affectionate and so damn needy. “I love you…” He whispers it, so low I can barely hear, staring at me even as he turns his head to kiss at the spot just behind my ear, the red of his cheeks looking almost sickly, like he’s got a horrible fever, probably does.

“Leon?” He hums, not seeming to notice what he’s doing, just dazedly kissing along the side of my throat, peering at me sideways, his hands holding to my hip and around my waist, pulling me in, trapping me in his heat, making me feel sick from it, feverish with his warmth soaking into me. “I love you too.” I planned to ask, but I don’t, just give him what he needs, prepared this time for where it’s going, even if he isn’t fully aware of the signs, too into what he’s doing to think much of anything, letting his lips meet the spot he was obsessing over last time, kissing it lovingly, the scabs now healed over, no evidence of his harm left behind, which he was grateful for, felt horrible for hurting me, in any capacity.

“God… Love you so much, princess… Need you, you’ve got no idea how much I need you… Gonna marry you… Make you mine in the only way I haven’t… Mine… Forever…” He stops kissing, just presses his face into me and inhales, letting out a pleased groan at whatever scent is there. “You smell so damn good… Made for me… Perfect…” He’s pressing his hips into me, though I don’t even think he notices, too lost in his nosing over my neck, his eyes closed, lips parted, his chest heaving against me, his body making up for whatever’s going on inside him, his body too hot against me, making me squirm, not that I can get far, mostly immobile, the small movement earning me a displeased noise, his teeth grazing my neck before he pulls back, eyeing the spot, lips parted, breathless. “Princess?” I hum, already aware of what he’s just figured out, waiting on him to say it, his eyes meeting mine for a small bout of silence, his hips stalling their gentle grinding when he focuses his attention on my face, all of him flushed, eyes hazy and affectionate, the realizing leaving his exhale shaky, warm on the skin of my neck. “Something is wrong.” I hum, uttering a soft “I know” as I reach up to run my hand back through his hair, pushing back his sweaty bangs to hopefully give him some relief.

“It’s okay, you’ll be fine, yeah?” He nods, looking pained, the expression making me feel sick to my stomach, wanting to help him, knowing there’s only one way I can, not really a good place for it, but I don’t think I could get him home before the heat sets in, and I can’t leave him like this the twenty minutes back to the house, all shaky and messy, desperate in a way that’s not even human, some kind of instinctual yearning left behind by whatever they did to him in Spain.

“I love you… You’re- so nice… It hurts… ‘s hot, you’re- Need you…” He’s already out of it, mumbling and tucking his face back down in my neck, letting his eyes close to breath me in, letting out a low groan and pressing into my ass, his dick hot and big, hopefully not as swollen as last time, probably will be, with my luck. “Can we-hah- In here? I don’t- We can’t wait.” I nod, feeling overheated myself with the way he’s surrounding me, hunched around me, holding me tight to him, his breathing ragged in my ear, a pleased rumble vibrating against me at my assent. “Thank you- Love you, baby- ah- I’ll be- I’ll be gentler this time, be good, good boyfriend…” He lets his hand on my hip trail down, thumb pressed to my clit over the dress, rubbing quick circles, his teeth pulling at the skin of my neck, not hurting, just pulling that spot he likes, groaning and licking at it when he pulls away, staring at the mark left behind in the mirror, telltale black spreading over the veins of his face, drawing him deeper into his need, his breathing shaky and uneven. “Wanna make you feel good… Gonna- Need you to-nnh- Gonna fill you up over and over, make sure it sticks… You smell better, sweeter, you’re ready for it, gonna fill you so good your body can’t reject me…” I don’t know what he’s talking about, but he’s pulling up on the dress, hiking it up to my stomach and holding it there with his forearm so he can bring his thumb back to my clit, his eyes cast down at the movement, a pleased noise whined into my ear when I press back into him, feeling good, even if I am scared of the pain when he pushes inside. “I’ll make you cum- Be good- Only once I’m inside, need you to squeeze me, let me feel it- god…” He groans, nosing at my neck and shoving his hand inside my panties, dipping down to collect slick before rubbing harshly, making me shake, legs ready to give out when he stops, humming in approval of my near orgasm and pushing down on my underwear as he nudges my legs apart, not bothering to get them all the way off, leaving them stretched between my knees, pulling his face from my neck to have a look, groaning and sliding his hand back down, pushing two fingers inside and returning his thumb to my clit, spreading his fingers out inside and making me squirm.

“Le- what’re you-”

“I don’t wanna hurt you.” He sounds upset, clammy forehead slumped down on my shoulder, another finger easing inside as he rubs at my clit, the stretch stinging, not all that comfortable, and he knows, cooing softly against my ear, head lifted to get his lips just behind my ear, his cheek pressed to my hair, eyes on mine as he rasps sweet praises to keep my attention off the stretch he’s giving. “You’re okay, pretty girl… Doing so good, so good for me, gonna let me stretch you to fit me… you always take it so well, such a good- so pretty, my girl… Gonna fill you so good you only want me, never need to look at anyone else… Only me… Only I can fill you full, fuck you so good you’ll forget about everyone but me…” I moan in approval, though I’m not really listening, looking at his flushed face and shaking with the pressure he’s putting on my clit, near cumming again, his fingers no longer painful, thankfully. “Wanna cum? I’ll make you-shit- Go ahead, I won’t make you wait this time, wanna make you feel good, see how pretty you are full of me…” I lean forward, pressing a hand to the glass in front of me, legs shaking so bad I could probably fall over if Leon wasn’t holding me up, a low moan his only warning before I’m convulsing, curled in on myself as he works me through it, enjoying it near as much as me, whining and mouthing at my throat and staring into my scrunched up face as he works me through it, my insides squeezed tight around one too many fingers. “That’s it, you look so good, so ready for me, Yeah? Can’t wait to give you another, gonna bury my dick inside this perfect fucking pussy and get you off some more, make a damn mess, hell- you already are…” I groan, twitching as I come down, his hand no longer moving, fingers still inside, my hands moving to tear the dress up over my head before either of us makes a mess on it.

“Le…” He’s pressed to my hole, has a hand on my upper back, tilting me forward and against the glass to give him a better angle, ready to sink inside, but he doesn’t, gets me to look at him over my shoulder, his expression so desperate he looks pained, his kiss the opposite, entirely soft and affectionate, his forehead sweaty against me when he pulls back.

“I love you.” I return it, giving him a soft smile and hoping to abate whatever worries he’s having, his voice soft and breathless when he continues. “I’m gonna- I- I’m sorry, baby…Sorry… ‘s Just- I need to… I-”

“It’s okay, Leon. It’s okay, you’re okay.” He looks scared, his face moving to hide in my neck, upper body hunched over me, his lips skimming down and over my shoulder, feverish, but gentle, trying to keep himself in check after how rough he got last time, even if I forgave him the next morning. “Just- can you hurry up? They’re closing soon and I’m gonna kill you of we get caught.” He makes an affirmative noise, pushing inside, incredibly slow, his body shaking, so hot he probably should be passed out, his head popping inside making the both of us groan, me in pain, him in pleasure.

“Sorry-Shit-! God-Sorry princess- I’m-Hnn- Feels so good, so-hah- you’re perfect, gonna make it- I’ll fix it, make you feel good…” He brings his finger back to my clit, groaning and easing himself in further, pressed as far as he’ll go when he pushes some more, my teeth gritted when he whines, his arm around my waist holding me to him when I try to escape the pressure. “Stop- please-! Please, baby, just- Need it, have to be-ah- all the way- gotta make sure you- I’ll make sure you’re-nnh- full. Gotta stretch you first, it’ll feel good soon, I’ll be-oh god- I’ll uh- Be nice…” I lay my head on the glass, the cool surface offering a little relief from the smothering heat of him all over me, his hips pulling back slow, the intensity of it making me shaky, pained, but the look on his face keeps me grounded, his expression entirely fucked, barely open eyes staring up at me from where he’s tucked into the side of my neck, mouthing at that spot, working it between his teeth, his finger on my clit evening out the pain and pleasure.

“Le- Just move.” He groans, pushing back in, all the way, my yelp enough to get him to pull back, sinking in a little shallower the next time, my pleased sigh earning me a breathy moan as he continues, not shoving entirely inside, my body missing the snug feeling even if it did hurt.

“Fuck, so-ah pretty! So good, letting me cum inside, can I go deeper? Need to-Hnn- need to make sure it- sticks this time… Please? Can I..? I’ll make sure it feels good, just-please-” I nod, out of breath, my legs shaking from his constant rubbing at my clit, the feeling wound tighter than probably ever, the pain making the pleasure that much better, the heat pressing down on me making me fuzzy, my face near as red as his when I pull it back from the mirror, leaving my arms rested there as he stands himself up behind me, both hands on my hips, pulling me back into full, harsh thrusts, his groan a little too loud, head tilted back to let it out, my orgasm fading before he realizes, his hand sliding back down to keep working at my clit, his hips slamming into me, sending my face nearly into the mirror before he pulls me back in, bouncing me against him. “Want you to squeeze me, gonna-fuck- gonna make you cum, get you to soak me, let-ah- me make you mine, god I wanna-Nnh-! Wanna-ah- bite that pretty fuckin’ neck, mark you-shit- up again, make it last- this- this time… C’mon-nnh- cum on my dick, wanna be-hah- good, good-ah- that’s so good, you’re-shit- yes, yes-!” I’m cumming, slumped forward into the mirror and just taking it, the pleasure hazy and too hot, his whiny words making me moan, the sound turning a little more guttural when i feel him emptying inside, a soft string of whimpers breathed into my throat as he works through it, grinding into me, his skin sticky on mine, his teeth working on that same spot, careful, resisting the urge to bite down. “There you go… You’re gonna be full of me, not gonna stop until you’re full, can’t- I need you to- Have to be a good-ah- boyfriend…” He pulls out, still not giving me any space, spinning me around and laying me out on the little bench in front of the mirror, moving to press back inside a second later, my hand against his stomach making him pause. “Please- Please just- Just one more time, I need to- you-”

“Someone’s coming.” He groans, impatient, but leans down, kissing at that spot in the meantime, the both of us listening to fading footsteps before he pulls back, waiting on my permission, a nod of my head all it takes for him to press inside, his hands going to the backs of my thighs, holding them up and forward, nearly pressed to my stomach, the sight making him moan as he pulls back out, slamming in an making me wince, the roughness a little much, and he knows it, swallowing and looking pained when he shortens his thrusts.

“You’re doing so good, my pretty girl… Is this-ah-better..? I hope-god- I hope so… You look so pretty… My girl… All mine…” He’s leaning over me, gazing down, sweaty and still so hot, the red all over him, along with the black veins, spread down his arms and what I can see of his lower stomach and hips. He’s panting, mouth open and all, his body too hot to handle, even for me, his skin nearly painful against me, sweat dripping from between his palms and my thighs, one of his hands sliding its way down to press to my clit making me squirm. “Don’t- Just let me, I’ll make it feel-ah- good, make you feel so-shit- so good you’ll stay forever, be my perfect girl, let me make you mine over and over, fuck you so good-so fuckin’ good you’ll never leave my side. It’s so hot- Hurts so-Nnh- so bad, need you to- help, let me-hah- take care of you, make it go away.” He’s given up on being gentle, lost in the heat, his eyes on mine, pleading, hoping to god I’ll forgive him for taking this too far, little does he know I’m enjoying it, the whiny quality of his voice making up for the pain, his thumb on my clit keeping me close. “You need to take it, all of it, can’t- you can’t waste it, please.” I don’t know what he’s talking about, but I nod, dazed, out of it from two orgasms and the rough treatment, digging my hands into his hair when he leans down over me, tucked into my throat, his breathing frantic, along with his hips, the hand not working at my clit gripped to my hip, pulling me in to meet him. “Smells so good, wanna bite-Nnh-! Wanna fucking ruin your-hah- your pretty neck, bite down and make sure this one doesn’t go away, need to- I- No-!” He pulls back, shaking his head at his own train of thought, eyes squeezed shut when I drag him in, giving him quiet permission, his low groan making me clench, my agreeance earning me a quicker pace of his thumb on my clit, pushing me further toward another orgasm, legs trembling against his sides, his teeth closing over my neck making me yelp, my own hand coming to cover my mouth as I squeeze him, holding him tight to me as he empties a second time, working it deeper, the pleasure hazy and hot and too much, making me want to squirm away and cry and beg him to stop, but I don’t, just take it, letting him grind into me until he fills back out, the same swollen base as last time forming, nudging at me, drawing a surprised moan out of me. “One more time… You can take it, know you can, pretty girl.” He pulls back, eyeing his bite with a glazed, happy expression, complacent now that he’s ruined my neck, and the bench, the bite overy bloody, teeth dug in deeper than before.

“Attention all shoppers, the store will be closing in five minutes. We ask that all remaining purchases are made and you make your way to the doors. Thank you.” I push him, and he growls at me, a little scary, admittedly, my look getting him to quit it, the little possessive streak he has going on equally hot and animalistic.

“We have to go.” He shakes his head, looking frantic, near crying if I don’t let him finish his mission, eyes wet, drool and blood smeared all over his chin.

“No, not yet- Just one more- I need to-”

“In the car, Leon. We need to leave. Now.” He closes his eyes, heaving a calming breath before pulling himself out, looking sickly when he looks down at his dick, soaked in slick and cum, flushed red and achingly hard. “Let’s hurry, yeah? Clean up your face.” He doesn’t, just leans down and starts cleaning up the mess all over my neck, pulling back when I push him, not without a low displeased grumble. “Clothes on, Leon.” He gets off, allowing me to dress myself as he fixes his clothes and face, his grip on my hand a little tight when we’re on our way out, trying to keep himself under control, my back slammed up against the car when I go to search for my keys. “Le- I said in.”

“I can’t wait.” He pushes at my pants, leaving me to look around and confirm that the lot is vacant, can’t have anyone seeing whatever the hell this is. “You’re all that matters… Can’t think of anything else, just- I have to be good, good boyfriend, good for you, gonna make you cum agai-ngh-” He’s sunk back inside, got both our pants halfway down and shoved his way inside before I could get a word in, not that I’d stop him, the look on his face lets me know it hurts like hell to wait, so I won’t make him, letting him pull me into needy, quick thrusts, his thumb back at my clit a little painful, too much pleasure in too little time, his free hand yanking my foot up through my pant leg to lift my leg up by my knee, thigh pressed to the outside of my stomach letting him deeper, the swollen part nudging at me, trying to press inside, his finger working desperately at my clit, his moans high and whiny, he’s losing it, crying into my shoulder, sobbing and moaning and pleading. “God, one more time- Need-Nnh-need you to- to- please cum on my dick, gonna fill you-ah hnn hnn- gonna- so fuckin’ full, make it stick, need it- gonna-ah- push it in-fuck- need you to take it, let me- I’ll make it feel good just-please, let me-hnn- let me in-” I’m nearly there, too overstimulated to feel much besides a dull pleasure, just letting him take what he needs, listening to him sob and suck at my neck, feeling numb as his hips slam into me, the thing pressing, stretching, slowly easing me wide enough with every thrust. “There, oh god- C’mon, cum on my dick, gonna push it in, keep you stuck on me until I- Shit-! Yes, yes, gonna be good-ah- boyfriend- give it to me, yeah, I need you to- fuck, cum for me, you’re so close, please baby-ah-shit- yes, god- let me-!” He pushes inside, his hand covering my mouth when I scream, the pain only lasting a second before it’s sat snug inside, his hips grinding into me as I clench, curled forward into him and twitching, too much feeling, overwhelmed tears wetting his shirt as I come down. “See? Did so good, sweet girl, my girl… So perfect, look so good full of me, feels so fucking-ah- good… Was I- Do you feel good?” I let out a dazed moan, finally calmed down from that rather daunting scene, peeling my face from his chest as he lays one last, longing kiss to the tender skin of my neck, his eyes meeting mine, my Leon, nothing left of the frenzy besides the addition to his dick keeping us together, his skin cooling back down.

“You have got to report this shit.”

[lillylvjy]

Rises (the moon)

A/n// woah?! First Tommy fic, I see? Yes! It’s finally here after so long. But I did enjoy writing this. This is purely self indulgent so sorry if some parts seem specific! I tried my best! Also I hope y’all enjoy! It’s a fun little story so-

Warnings// kissing, cuddling, pure fluff, Wilbur and Aidan are- well they’re them. One sexual reference (about Wilbur and Aidan!). You are Aidan’s sibling, space??, literally just super cute and chaotic! And if I missed anything, please tell me!

Edited: nope.

wc: 2.7k….. I kinda went ham-

It was a colder night in the wonderful , yet kinda shitty city of Brighton and Tom invited you to go on a little “adventure” with him. So when you said yes, you didn’t think he’d be right at your doorstep when you hung up.

“Jesus- How long have you been out there Tom?!” You quietly yelled at him, not wanting to wake your neighbors as you pushed him into the warm apartment.

“About 10 minutes. I was debating on calling you or to just knock but I didn’t want to be that fool that comes here for no reason when you say no, so I called while standing here.” The blonde said, rubbing his hands together, shaking in his light hoodie and blue jeans. His cheeks, nose, and tips of his ears were bright red from the harsh wind of the late night.

You frowned as you cupped his face in your hands, trying to warm his face up with your hands. “Oh toms. You idiot.” You sighed out at him as you dragged him to your room and told him to sit on your bed.

“Your idiot.” Tommy mumbled as you walked over to your closet to find some hoodies you stole from him so he could layer up.

Smiling as you found a big sweatshirt that was his, walking back over to him and handing it to him. “Yeah. My lovely idiot.” You kissed his nose as you ran your hand through his messy hair. He leant his head onto your hand as you rested it on the side of his head, nuzzling into the warmth it provided him. You smiled down at the blue eyed boy as his eyes fluttered shut from the way your nails scratched his head.

“Ok now, out! I need to change!” You pulled him up by his hands and pushed him out the door as he groaned from the lose of warmth.

As you walked out of your room, dressed in sweats and one of Tommy’s sweaters with converse, you saw Tommy grab a big blanket out of your closet and your bag filled with all shorts of snacks you had in your home.

“Now what are you doing stealing all my food?!” You asked him as you furrowed your eyebrows at him. All he did was smile innocently at you before sighing as he saw the glint of ‘you better tell me or I’m walking your head’ in your eyes.

“To make it an even better adventure, we need snacks,” Tommy quickly looked at his phone and widened his eyes. “And we need to leave! C’mon!” Tommy put the bag on his back as you picked up the blanket.

“Why are we in such a rush again?!” You asked as you grabbed your keys and locked your apartment. As you turned around, you saw a small black car sitting in front of you and Tom. “Is that-“

“Hey bubs!” You saw your brother, Aidan, roll down his window as he smiled at you.

“Are you guys going to come in, or just stand there like losers?” Wilbur said as he leant over the wheel to look at you.

You narrow your eyes at him and walk to the car. “You should be glad you’re dating my brother. Because if you weren’t you’d be dead meat.” You harshly said to him as Tommy opened the door for you, following you in to get away from the cold wind that seemed to be hating on him.

“Eh, you love me to much to hurt me.” Wilbur winked at you through the rear view mirror as you scoffed and smiled at him.

“And who told you that?” You joked as Will started to drive away from your apartment and to… well wherever the hell you were going.

“Who knows. Maybe someone that is like really close to you, literally blood related, and I am currently dating.” Wilbur replied with a sly smirk on his face as he looked at Aidan.

“Will-“

“Aidan! Really?!” You yelled at him as Tommy started laughing at the interactions he was witnessing. Definitely not the worst though.

“What?! He thought you actually hated him! I had too.” Aidan raised his hands as he explained the situation.

You narrowed your eyes at Wilbur. “I want you to know that I will never hate you. You just have a way to irritate me sometimes. But never will I hate you. You’re practically my brother in law and you make my brother happy. Plus you’re really nice.” You smiled at him as he smiled at you through the mirror again. Aidan smiled back at you as he silently took Will’s free hand in his and played with his fingers.

Smiling at the two in the front, you scooted closer to Tommy and looped your arms together and connected your hands together as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“You didn’t tell me they were coming.” You whispers to Tom as he looked down at you, kissing your hairline and rubbing your hand with his thumb.

“I wanted it to be a surprise. It’s been some time since we’ve been out together, just the four of us.” Tommy explained as he spoke into your hair.

You smiled as you nuzzles deeper into Tom, content with the slow folk music Wilbur had put on as he silently talked to Aidan. You started to doze off from the warmth and comfort Tommy brought you.

Tom could tell you were getting sleepy so he slid down the seat a little so your head was in the crook of his neck. “Go to sleep love, I’ll wake you up when we’re there ok?”

As you nodded, you’d lowly started to slip in and out of consciousness as peaceful thoughts and sleep came over you.

**********

“Y/n. Y/nnnnn. Y/N!” You startled awake, quickly sitting you, hitting your head on the seat in front of you as you did so. Groaning in pain, you looked over and saw Wilbur losing his shit over what just happened and Aidan stifling his own laughs.

“Oh fuck off you two! That hurt you assholes.” You whined out to them as you scooted out of the car, rubbing your head.

“Y-Yeah, but it was so fucking funny! Your face I-“ You crossed your arms as you deadpanned at the tall lengthy man that was now rolling on the ground from laughter. “Aidan he-help! It hurts!” Wilbur laughs out as he holds his stomach.

“Good. Where’s Tom?” You asked as Aidan pointed to the boy setting up the blanket and pillows he brought under a tree. The tree has light hung on them and it looked beautiful.

“Holy- when did he do this?”

“Oh! That?! He called me for help this morning with it!” Wilbur did as he got his breathe back, dusting himself off as he walked over to us.

You smiled at the thought of Tom planning this all out for you and taking time to do this, just for you.

“This idiot.” You whispered out as you started to walk to him.

“Yeah, love sick idiot.”

“Will! Shut up, you’re the same way.” Aidan smacked his chest as he smiled at the couple that now sat on the blanket.

“So- you did this for me?” You asked Tom as you settled on the blanket, wrapping your arms around your body as a cold chill ran up your spine. Tommy noticed this, quickly rummaging through the carry on bag, digging up the sweater Aidan gave him “just in case.”

Smart-ass.

“Here. Take this my love. And yes, I did. You deserve something like this every once in a while. You work too hard to not get some relaxation.” Tommy said as you put the sweater on and smiled at him as you fixed your hair that was everywhere.

“Thanks.” You whispered out as you looked at the ground, biting your lip to keep the wide smile that was trying to come out of bring from spreading onto your face. Heat took over your entire body as you flushed at everything Tom did for you.

Your thoughts got interrupted by Tommy wrapping his arm across your shoulders, pulling you into him and kissing your forehead. “Anything for you my love. Oh! This isn’t even the best part. Come with me!” Tommy quickly got up as he held out his hands for you to take. You hesitantly took them, pushing yourself off the ground as Tommy held you in place, moving to stand behind you.

“Do you trust me?” He whispered in your ear as you smiled at the question.

“Always.”

“Good.” After Tom said that, your sight went pitch black, noting that Tommy covered your eyes with his hand. “Aidan! Stop making out with my brother and turn off the lights!”

“Ok! Ok, I’m going!” He yelled back as he unplugged the outlet of the lights from the portable one they had.

“Ok, now we’re gonna slowly walk- there we go. Ok, now don’t open your eyes quite yet!” Tommy told you as he took his hands off your eyes and moved to be in front of you. You used your senses to help you figure out where you were. The air smelt fresh with a hint of lime and maple from the trees. You could hear the music from the car still but it was fuzzy and muffled so you obviously moved farther away from it. “Ok- now open!”

You opened your eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the new lighting. You saw Tommy standing in front of you with his hands out, doing some type of jazz hands. He had a big smile on his face as he looked up at the sky.

That’s when you say it. All of it.

The sky was painted with all sorts of purples and pinks and blues accompanied the lifeless looking night sky, with little specks of white written all over it. You could easily spot the constellations in the sky, the different planets that were apparent in the bright night sky. It was all so beautiful. All too unreal.

You smiled up at the sky as you started to slowly twirl, watching as the sky moved with your movements. You looked at Tom, a wide smile taking over both of your faces as you laughed out in joy. You walked up to him, throwing your arms around him and resting you forehead on his.

“This is beautiful Tommy. Thank you. For all of it. Thank you so so much-“ You cut yourself off as you quickly cupped his face and pushed your lips onto his. Tommy wrapped his arms around your waist as you stood on your tiptoes, getting impossibly closer to him. The kiss was slow, neither of you wanting to rush it or ruin the moment. Both of you poured all your love and appreciation in the kiss, wanted to show each other how much the other meant to them.

You pulled away slowly as you took a deep breathe, panting as you tried to get air in your lungs. Tommy rested his forehead against yours as he kissed your cheek, slowly moving to rest his head in the crook of your neck.

“I love you.” Tommy whispered into your collarbone as he slowly started swaying you both to the muffled rhythm that came from the car.

“I love you too.” You whispered out into the air as you placed a hand in his hair, slowly rubbing and playing with his hair. You started to hum along with familiar song that was playing off in the distance, making the Tommy fall deeper into a relaxed state.

“Hmm wanna watch the stars with me love?” Tommy asked as dragged you down onto the grass, lying down opening his arms for you to come lay in.

“Yes darling, I’d love too.” You giggled as you lied in Tommy’s arms, looking up at the sky as you admired every little thing about it. “Did you know that Saturn- is right there?”

Tommy chuckled, your head bouncing with his chest as he shook his head and replied, knowing full well he did, but loved hearing you talk about these things. “No I didn’t. Tell me more?”

“Yes so-“

From Tommy’s phone, it showed you had been talking about the stars and planets and space- for an hour and a half. And he was enjoying every second. Every bit of information you told him, he absorbed and kept. Just in case you asked him next time.

“Ok love. It’s currently 1 am. And you and me have some influencer shit to do tomorrow! So let’s go! We’ll get food and then go to sleep at yours?” Tommy asked as he helped you up from the wet ground.

“Perfect.” You smiled at him as you clasped your hands together, making your way back to the tree. As you helped Tom grab everything and put it back in the back and back where it needs to be, you both slowly made your way to Wilbur’s old, beat down car.

“Wait- let’s see how long it takes them to notice us.” Tommy pulled you back from the car as you both saw Aidan and Wilbur making out with each other.

Surprise surprise.

“Jesus- I don’t know who’s worse. They’re both equally as horny and desperate but damn-“ You said as you looked at the pair, grimacing at the scene in front of you. “He better not-“

As you were about to finish your sentence Wilbur started to pull at the hem of Aidan’s shirt, and that’s when you called it quits.

“ABSOLUTELY NOT! PG-FUCKING 13 PLEASE!!” You yelled as you turned away from the two as Tommy just laughed at your comment. “Jesus- find your self respect Aidan-“

“Y/n- we talked about this. I dropped it a long time ago when I met this dumbass.”

“Well fucking find it! Don’t have sex in front of your sibling you idiot!”

“Oh shut it y/n! We weren’t gonna do anything!” Wilbur sighed out as he fixed his hair and shirt in the rear view mirror.

“Oh yeah? Well those little sneaky hands and these-“ you said pouting at Aidan’s hickeys on his neck. “Say differently. You can… get it on… later. But right now me and Tom are hungry and tired. So let’s go!” You sighed out as you got into the back seat of the car and waited for Tom to get in before leaving against his shoulder.

“Ok- where do you guys wants to go get food? There’s barely anything open right now but-“

“McDonald’s. It’s the easiest.” You matter if factly said as Wilbur scoffed and shook his head.

“What about Wendy’s? That’s always good.”

“Closed.” Aidan said as he showed Wilbur the website.

“Shit.” Wilbur cursed out as you laughed at him.

“Loser.”

“You little-“

“Will. Not my sibling.” Aidan quickly stopped Wilbur before he could say anything else.

“I agree with Y/n. It is really the easiest.” Tommy said as he ran his hands through your hair.

“Oh shut it! Don’t agree with them! Don’t be a simp-“

“Know what! McDonald’s it is. And Wilbur stop being a little hypocrite ok? You’re the same way. Now, come one! They close in an hour!”

“Ok, ok. I hate when you’re right.” Wilbur mumbled out as Aidan smirked at him.

“So… all the time?” You asked no one in general. Wilbur scoffed as you saw Aidan nodded.

“Pretty much-“

“You’re lucky you’re dating my brother… and I’m dating yours.”

“Mhm. You love me.” You sleepily said as your closed your eyes, sleep taking over your body every waking second.

Wilbur chuckled and nodded. “Yeah- yeah I do.”

The rest of the car ride was spent with Wilbur and Aidan singing along to the CD Wilbur made and Tommy playing with your hair and whispered silly little nothings between the two of you.

“I love you.” You whispered out to Tom as you looked up at him.

He smiled back down at you as he pressed a kiss onto your temple and placed your head on his chest.

“And I love you more, my star.”

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[averysmolbear]

CW: Say hello to ✨self indulgence✨! This is all selfship. Feel free to not interact if that’s not your thing. This is about an existing relationship and it will be smutty. And yes, it includes a m/f dynamic. Prepare going forward for pet names (like princess, babe, etc), vaginal fingering, some praise, edging (although slightly unintentional), public sexual acts, and squint and you could say there’s some soft dom Reiner in here. I may have missed a tag and for that I apologize and I’ll happily add anything that seems appropriate. This is absolutely not proofread and I’m still regaining my confidence in writing smut so it might not be as descriptive as it could be. If you read past this lengthy bit, I appreciate you for letting me indulge a bit in my selfship.

Reiner mentioned while we were getting ready to meet friends for dinner that he wanted to try something new tonight. That, of course, piqued my curiosity. He was always so thoughtful about this sort of thing and this was no exception.

“Babe, what do you think?” he asked, wrapping his arms around me from behind as I finished doing my makeup.

We locked eyes in the mirror and I could see that excited look in his honeyed eyes. And of course it was mirrored by my own as I nodded my head, not trusting myself to actually speak. His suggestion of us doing something in public, although he hadn’t explained what it was quite yet, was exciting.

Reiner smiled softly before pressing soft kisses along the side of my neck, nuzzling my neck. His facial hair scratched and tickled my skin, making me laugh as I playfully nudged him away.

“You’re going to make us late,” I said, almost whining out the words when I felt Reiner gently bite down on my shoulder. “Rei!”

He laughed as he stood up straighter, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. “I’m only keeping my hands to myself now because you’re going to be in for it at the restaurant.”

He walked out, leaving me staring at this retreating figure with my jaw hanging open and my eyes wide. Already my brain was conjuring up ideas on what Reiner had in mind and all of these ideas already had my knees growing weak. I took a deep breath, finishing up and heading for the living room.

Reiner looked back at me, lazily turning his head. He let out a low whistle as if he hadn’t watched me pick out the dress I was wearing. His aim was, of course, to make me blush and it was no surprise when my cheeks started to flush a light pink as I tried to confidently walk to the door.

“Let’s go,” I called out over my shoulder. “Our friends are waiting.” My voice didn’t waver like I thought it might. I didn’t look back but I could hear Reiner following after me.

It took him no time at all to fall into step beside me, his long legs able to cover the short distance in no time at all. He grabbed for his keys on the table beside the door, his left hand free to come to rest on the small of my back.

The car ride to the restaurant was tense but only because I didn’t know what was yet to come. Reiner, as always, rested a hand on my thigh as he drove. He had gotten quite adept at driving with one hand actually. His thumb gently stroked the soft skin of my inner thigh but he kept the touch innocent enough. The problem was that all I felt was pent up anticipation so my whole body shivered each time his thumb moved.

Reiner laughed softly, glancing over at me as he found a place to park by the restaurant. “Relax, princess,” he said soothingly, squeezing my thigh. “We’re not even inside yet and already your trembling for me. I bet you’re even soaking through those pretty panties you’ve got on. Aren’t you?”

Biting my lip, I tried to glare at Reiner but it was no use. He wasn’t wrong in his assessment after all. He knew he had me wrapped around his finger, as always, and he was enjoying it. Still I manage a huff of annoyance, earning another laugh from the blond man.

We entered the restaurant to find Porco and Pieck waiting for us, the host seating us at our table shortly after Reiner and I arrived. Reiner made sure I sat on his right, which would keep the lower half of my body pretty well shielded from anyone’s view except for him. Already I could feel a fluttering in my stomach but he didn’t try anything yet, just resting his hand on my thigh with his fingers just barely slipping under the hem of my dress.

We started chatting a little about things, with Reiner going on and on about how proud he was that I had sent out a finished manuscript for a novel I had been working on to several literary agents.

I felt my face flush as I shyly shrugged at the praise from my boyfriend and the praise that was quickly added on by our friends. Reiner leaned in to kiss just below my ear and softly whispered to me even as Porco continued chatting about work.

“You’re going to make sure you don’t move and don’t let them know what I’m doing to you, okay? I need you to stay quiet, princess, and maybe I’ll reward you by taking you to the restroom to fuck you there.”

I looked over at him with slightly widened eyes as his fingers slid higher. My body acted almost instantly, my legs spreading just a bit to allow him the access I knew he desired. He laughed, the sound just a soft rumble in his chest as I swallowed hard, taking a deep breath as his fingers slowly dipped into my panties.

The waitress stopped at our table and I barely trusted my voice to order my drink but I manage nonetheless even as Reiner’s middle finger gently stroked the folds of my pussy. He had the hint of a smug smile starting to tug at the corners of his lips as he glanced at me from the corner of his eye.

I take a deep, almost shuddering breath as Reiner pushed two fingers into me. I shifted a little in my chair and cleared my throat while Reiner was suppressing a laugh.

“You okay?” Porco asked.

Reiner was quick to respond, thank goodness, because I didn’t think I could form a coherent sentence as he started to slowly pump his fingers in and out of me. And he was acting like nothing was happening, so much calmer than I was sure I was being.

“She had a bit of a headache before we left,” Reiner explained. He smiled and shrugged one shoulder quickly but his fingers didn’t stop their movements as he spoke. “I told her we could stay home but she insisted. I don’t think the meds she took have kicked in yet.”

And somehow Porco and Pieck accepted what Reiner said as fact. Maybe he was being that convincing or maybe I just came across like I had a headache. The truth was that I wasn’t processing much that wasn’t Reiner’s fingers as he crooked his fingers inside me to hit that sweet spot.

I grabbed his wrist and squeezed as I felt myself getting close. The waitress arrived with our drinks and asked if we were ready to order. Reiner didn’t skip a beat, his fingers still working my core as he ordered for both of us.

Lucky for me, I get anxious before going to a new restaurant and I looked up the menu for this one the night before. I had even mentioned in passing what I thought I would order and of course Reiner remembered what I had picked. Which came in handy because I was sure if I opened my mouth, I would have let out a whimper. In fact, I had no idea how I had been this quiet for this long already.

I squeezed Reiner’s wrist again and I knew he had to be able to feel how close I was. To my surprise (and disappointment), he slowly pulled his fingers out but didn’t push them back in. Instead he wiped his fingers on the cloth napkin on his lap. I frowned as he turned his head to look over at me.

“Later, princess,” he whispered against my lips as he kissed me softly.

I had to suppress a whine that seemed to threaten to spill out but I knew he had stopped with good reason. I didn’t think I would have been able to stay quiet much longer after all. And although I remained quiet for a bit longer, soon we were all chatting and generally enjoying each other’s company.

After Porco and Reiner fought over who would pay the bill, something Pieck and I laughed about, they settled on splitting it. We all walked to the parking lot together, saying our goodbyes. Reiner, however, nearly trapped me against the passenger side door.

“When you get in the car, take your panties off,” he harshly whispered in my ear before opening the door for me.

I slipped into the car and waited for the door to close before doing what he had asked of me. Reiner got into the car and took my panties, a cute lacy pair I wore because he had seemed to like seeing them on me, and he hooked them over the rear view mirror like some kind of decoration.

The windows of the car were heavily tinted, or at least tinted well enough that I knew full well no one could see into the car. Reiner started the car and glanced over to me with a smirk. Before even pulling out of the parking space, he gripped my hip and tugged me towards him. When he kissed me, it was like he was a man starved, an all consuming kiss that had me breathless by the time he pulled back.

“Pull up that dress some,” Reiner said. His voice, impossible as it seemed, sounded deeper and rougher. “I want to see that pretty pussy of yours.”

I swallowed hard but nodded, shifting in the seat to do as I was told. I was feeling rather compliant tonight although it probably had more to do with the way Reiner had left me feeling unsatisfied in the restaurant earlier. His hand came to rest on my thigh after he pulled out of the parking spot. He liked to drive with a hand on my thigh so he was an expert at this point at driving one handed. It was whether or not he would be able to tease me (or whatever it seemed he had planned for me) while still focusing on the road.

Reiner growled softly as his fingers stroked slowly and deliberately, spreading the wetness that he found there around and making me even wetter in the process. My eyes fluttered closed but as we eased to a stop at a red light, he stopped his gentle teasing to grip my chin and turn my head toward him. My eyes snapped open, focused on the intense golden eyes staring back at me.

"Eyes open and on me," he roughly said. His gazed drifted back to the road as the light changed. "If I look over again and see your eyes closed, I won't let you come until we get home."

I nodded, sighing as his finger lazily began to circle my clit for a moment. My hips bucked up only slightly and Reiner was chuckling darkly, his fingers back to exploring as I whined. I didn't look away or close my eyes though, watching as Reiner would glance over at me whenever he could.

His fingers easily slipped inside of me and I had to work so hard to keep my eyes open, my head lolling to the side for a moment. He let his two fingers rest there for a moment before he started to pump them in and out, the movements slow but steady. I sighed as if I had been waiting for days to feel his fingers inside of me. If I had been aware of anything other than what Reiner was doing to me, I probably would have been surprised at the level of self control Reiner was showing right now. The way he was splitting his focus was nothing short of incredible but the only thing my mind could process was the pleasure I was feeling.

The pace continued and it soon became downright excruciating but my whimpers and moans were all that Reiner was focused on. His goal was to make me feel good and he was succeeding. I hadn't noticed how close we were to home until he turned his head toward me, giving me his undivided attention while we waited at a red light to turn. I tried to focus on where we were and was only vaguely aware that we would be home soon.

But that knowledge had Reiner working even harder to push me right over the edge. His pace increased, causing my back to arch gently off of the seat. My thighs were shaking as I clawed at the seat a bit. Keeping my eyes on my boyfriend was growing more and more difficult as the pleasure built like a coil in my belly waiting to snap.

The light changed and Reiner made the final turn; we were a stop light away from home and he was making it his mission to make me come undone for him before he parked the car at home. I was panting and whimpering as I wriggled a little in the seat while Reiner kept up a pace that would soon have me crying out his name.

"That's it, baby," he cooed with a self-satisfied smirk on his lips. He wasn't even looking directly at me but he knew just what he was doing to me anyway. He could feel it each time he thrust his fingers inside of me, the way I was tightening around them. "Get nice and loud for me."

"S-so close ..." My hips started to move to meet his pace and when Reiner shifted the position of his hand ever so slightly, it was enough for him to get even deeper.

"It's okay, princess," Reiner said, his voice dangerously soft and rough. He crooked his fingers, aiming for that sweet spot and he knew he had hit it when my walls tightened around his fingers and I started to moan his name over and over. "That's it. Come for me."

My breathing was shaky as Reiner made sure that I fully rode out the wave of pleasure. When my moans became soft whines and I started to wiggle a little in the seat, his fingers slowed to a stop. I still was so unaware of anything but the dizzying pleasure Reiner had just made me feel so I didn't notice that the car had come to a stop.

He pulled his fingers out of me slowly as I let out a whimpering sigh, my eyes fluttering softly. He put the car in park and shut it off, watching as I tried to catch my breath. He made sure I was watching as he licked some of the wetness off of his fingers, groaning as he got a taste of me.

"You look so pretty like this," Reiner said with a soft laugh. He reached out with his left hand to brush some hair away from my forehead. "Now open your mouth for me, love."

When I did, he slid his fingers into my mouth. I didn't hesitate to suck on them, my tongue pushing between his two fingers to clean them completely for him. Reiner groaned and it was his turn to have difficulty keeping his eyes focused on my face. He slowly eased his fingers out of my mouth with a lazy grin, finally turning away from me to unlock the doors.

"I'm not done with you yet."

I whimpered as I watched him get out of the car, waiting as he opened the passenger side for me. He helped me out of the car and my legs wobbled a little. A couple of deep breaths later and I was able to walk, knowing that we probably wouldn't even make it to the bedroom tonight.

[whorror-barbie]

A good lesson in fucking (au! Virgin! Ceo! The Salesman x Bimbo! sugar baby! Fem! Reader) (part 1)

general series summary: you find out your sugar daddy is a virgin and you would love to help him explore his sexual desires

Warnings: nothing explicit at this time, maybe some suggestive language and sexual themes. this fic is 18+, so you've been warned.

A/n: I just wanted to write about an older handsome man whose a virgin( so literally a 40 year-old virgin lol) and btw I'm giving him the name Seok-woo again, so I'm not always calling him the salesman, so I hope that's fine with y'all. Enjoy :)

P.s: I have an AO3 account under the name whorrorwritings, part 2 will be up on there by the time I post this part on here, if you can't wait head over there and read it if you want to!

"Wait, you're going over to his house?! You don't even know him" that is the sound of your distressed friend on the other side of the phone.

" Oh, will you stop worrying. He seems like such a nice guy " you open up a pretty pink box to see a really cute yet sophisticated dress. "Honey, just because he buys you stuff, doesn't mean he's a nice guy." She tries to reason with you as you're trying on the dress he wanted you to wear for the meetup, It hugs your curves beautifully as you look at yourself in the mirror. " I mean, you told me you don't even know his name or what he looks like, what if he's a serial killer..you never know" she continues and let out a sigh as you're still smiling.

"Look, I get your concerns, but I'll be fine, and besides it doesn't hurt to meet the guy who financially supported me for 6 months when I was settling here" you do not really understand why she's so worried. sure she has a point, he's seen only ever seen you and your body online multiple times, but don't know a thing about him. Finally, you hear her sigh coming from the other side of the line. "I know you're not going to listen, but please be safe and text me if you need anything, I'll be there so fast I swear" you giggle at your worried friend. " I'll keep you posted, I'll talk to you later, bye, " you say cheerfully and you both hang up. You are fully ready, now it's time to leave for your date.

30 minutes later, you arrive at his beautiful home by a car he sent out for you. Looking around and starting to approach the home, you're regretting this with every heartbeat as you walk closer. what if your friend is right? What if he does murder you? There is no turning back now. you ring the doorbell anyways, waiting until you are greeted by a tall, handsome man at the door.

"hey, miss it's finally nice to meet you," he says so kindly, you look into his eyes and it was love at first. You were not expecting this gorgeous man to be your sugar daddy, but you definitely were not complaining at all. In a matter of seconds, you were already planning a wedding, and having a family with this man "are you ok?" You look up at him "oh sorry" as you enter his home.

Inside his home is beautifully furnished and spacious, but that is to be excepted from a rich CEO. "I must say you're as gorgeous in person." he says with a bit of nervousness in his voice as he's scratching the back of his head "oh, why thank and you're quite a handsome gentleman." You giggle slightly which makes him arrange his tie at your response, he seems to be feeling hot?

" by the way... my name is Seok-Woo... I don't think I ever told you my name before..umm ever" he laughs nervously. "Oh, Seok-Woo? what a nice name." You smile brightly. The two of you are just standing there in awkward silence for a minute as you look up at him with your pretty eyes, and he starts to look around out of nervousness.

"so..um did you eat anything yet? I can umm. set something up" he asked you politely. " Oh, sure I can go for a snack" nodding at him. "Ok, I'll be right back then" he bows slightly then heads into his kitchen.

While he's doing that, you start to wander around his house looking at the beautiful paintings that hang on the walls, taking in his decor. making your own journey around his house until you see a door slightly open to a room, begging for someone to enter it. The curiosity is killing you, so you go inside to check it out.

upon entering, you see nothing but a bunch of half-naked anime figurines on his shelf against each corner of his walls, and you look in awe "wow, what a cute doll" you let out a ditzy laugh, holding one of the figurines in your hand as you inspect it ''wow, she's very curvy" tilting your head then look at your own body." what else does he have in here?'' you proceeds to look around when you spot a stack of hentai mangas and so you pick it up to read the title.

"Super big titty sluts xxx" you say out loud to yourself then open up the book to flip the pages, and you see some very lewd images which makes your face feel like it's on fire, it was nothing but big titties everywhere, and dicks going in every hole. "The pages are stuck together? I wonder why?" As you try to continue to read the manga, figuring out the storyline.

"Hey! Why are you in here?" You jump so hard, dropping his manga and figurine in the process " Oh my god, I'm sorry! I was just waiting..and and I.." your face still feels so hot at what you saw. Wow, he's into some freaky stuff you thought. when he sees you drop his figurine, he wanted to lose it on you, but he remains calm. those figurines are his prize possessions, he's paid a pretty penny for all of them.

"Oh, well... please don't do this again." He says softly as he goes over to pick up his figurine and carefully places it back on the shelf, he looks over her to make sure you didn't mark her up " Umm.. so you want to watch a movie together?" his attention on you now, nodding your head yes as you leave out of his very interesting room.

😳

10 minutes into this suspense drama, it's pretty good so far. You start moving your body closer to his to rest your head on his shoulder. You can feel him put his arm around your arm awkwardly in response. You sigh of relief, looking up at him into his eyes, but he looks away fast.

"Are you enjoying this movie, babes?" You giggle as you feel him trying not to look down at your cleavage . " Umm...yeah..it's good.. how about you? do you like the film?'' He asks, trying to focus his attention on the movie. " I mean it's definitely interesting, but I'm more interested in you, Seok-Woo" he can feel himself getting hard at your voice alone, you're as sexy as the women he sees in the hentai on his computer screen every night.

"how about this?" You straddle his lap, facing him. you're feeling his boner twitching in his dress pants" oh wow, I can feel how big you are, impressive." you giggle with the motion of your boobs jiggling and he looks nervous, though he is enjoying the view. "How about we have some fun? I at least owe you for taking care of me" You wink at him then proceed to kiss on the crook of his neck as you grab his hands so he feels up your ass, but he doesn't squeeze it. you're grinding on him and moaning like a needy whore into his neck. Seok-Woo's eyes are closed while grunting under his breath, focusing on feeling your pussy lips with his tip. this is the perfect scenario that he's been dreaming about, he might cum from this alone.

You reach for his belt to remove it, but his hand stops you in mid-motion. Surprised, you look up at him and his facial expression is reading regret it seems "Stop, Hun" he says out of breath. " Not now" he looks down. Feeling confused, but You get off of him, and sit back down on the couch, this is very awkward now. "I'm really sorry, Seok-Woo...I hope I didn't offend you" did you read the room wrong? Is he not into you like you thought he was.

"you should leave" he simply says which was another dagger to your heart. grabbing your purse as you get up to leave and he follows you to the door. "Text me to let me know that you got home safely... and oh I'll be wiring your weekly allowance to your account tomorrow, have a good night," he says then shuts the door in your face, not giving you a second to respond.

Tears start to stream down your face. You're feeling horrible and embarrassed. that's when your Phone is ringing off in your purse so you check to see that it's your friend, Hong-Ga young again, so you pick it up.

"Oh thank God, he didn't murder you," she says but then she hears you sniffling. "Oh..what's the matter? Are you alright?" Her voice sounds very worried, and you try to keep your composure. " Yeah, I'm ok, Ummm can you pick me up?" You wipe away the tears with your sleeve. " Of course! I'll be there in a second" she says hastily. Both of you say your byes then hang up the phone.

While you are chilling on his steps with your morbid thoughts clouding your mind. a big raindrop falls on your knee, and out of nowhere rain starts to violently poor down. With no umbrella in sight, you're all drenched now, can this night get any worse? You just need to bundle up in a blanket and forget about this night that ever happened, hoping everything will be better tomorrow.

[hotforharrysheart]

HERS in Venice

The car pulls up to the CQ Midtown hotel in Times Square and you take a moment to powder your nose and check your reflection in the mirror of your compact. Bella’s typing away on her phone with her glasses perched on her nose. Not a day goes by that you aren’t thrilled she took the job as your assistant. Without her you’d be lost, especially while traveling with Harry. Keeping your home office in London has been essential to keeping the podcast organized, not to mention, she’s a dear friend and confidante.

Reminding the driver that your suitcase is in the trunk, you reach for your portfolio. You take a deep breath, you don’t want to forget that, after all you’ve packed a sexy surprise for Harry. God, you hope he’ll be ready. You smile to yourself remembering the “His and Hers” plugs you surprised him with when you were last at the pink cottage. The experience with yours in the swing was mind-blowing, but it seems like it happened ages ago and that a lifetime of events has happened in the meantime.

The driver sets your rolling case on the curb with a thud, geez, you miss Cal, he’s more than just your driver, he’s a protector and friend. But he’s with Harry at the moment in Venice, making sure he’s taken care of tonight at the Venice Film Festival premiere of Don’t Worry Darling. You look forlornly at Bella, wishing you didn’t have this meeting to attend so you could be with him right now.

“Don’t look at me like that, Lily, you’ll be there soon enough, just a couple of hours and then you can jump on the flight to him; you won’t miss a thing,” she says resting her hand on yours in your lap.

“I know, it’s just a big deal and I just… miss him,” you say, pouting.

“Lily! It’s only been, like…”

“I know, I know…pathetic aren’t I?”

She smiles and tilts her head to rest on your shoulder, “Nah, baby, you’re just in love, it’s forgivable.”

The door opens and you step out and pull your suit jacket down and brush your hair to the side. A navy blue suit with a powder blue cami underneath…you chose it because it reminded you of the Gucci HA HA HA suit Harry will be wearing tonight.

“Will be good luck,” Harry told you last night as he helped you select the outfit.  “Wear these wi’,” he said holding out a pair of hot pink stilettos.

“You think?”

“Yeah, they’re perfec’, badass sexy…jus’ like ma girl.”

The hotel is quite glamorous, you think, as you follow Bella down the corridor before stopping at a set of French doors.

She opens the doors and you walk in to a deceptively large meeting area with several round tables elegantly set with full place settings and tall crystal and floral centerpieces. People are milling around with flutes of what look like Mimosas or orange juice.

“B, I think we’re in the wrong place,” you say turning to leave just as Apple executives, including your contact representative, walks in.

You look around and begin to recognize other podcasters and finally notice the large screen behind the podium announcing the “Apple Podcaster’s Quarterly Brunch”. What the hell?

You smile to those around you and grab Bella’s arm pulling her off to one side, “Bel-la! When you accepted this invitation did you know this was going to be so formal? What…,” you stop yourself and smile as three smartly dressed gentlemen walk by and nod, “the hell!” you whisper-shout.

“Lily, I swear, I thought this was going to be a small intimate brunch to talk about your time-slot and advertisers…I’m so…hold on, there’s a program, let’s not panic, yet.” She steps over to a table and snatches a program that has the menu on one side and a agenda on the other. She grimaces and scratches her eye with a squint. “Shit.”

You take the agenda and look it over. “Oh my god, there’s a keynote speaker, then meet and greets…I thought this would take two hours tops!” you say with a fake smile and gritted teeth.  “I’m gonna have to bow out early on my bosses!”

“Don’t panic, Lil, I can make excuses for you after…,” she says trying to smooth things over.

You take a deep breath and close your eyes. You know he can’t be here do to commitments and even if he were free, he still couldn’t come…his attendance would cause a commotion and overshadow the other podcasters and yourself and you could never do that to your community. You know what he’d say if he were here. He’d tell you that this is important and that he’ll be waiting for you when you get there. You open your eyes and smile. “You’re right,” you say tugging your jacket down.

“Stop fidgeting. You look great. Let’s go do this.”

“Ok,” you breathe out and grab her hand. “I’m sorry. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Come on.”

You walk to the brunch table, grab a plate and some goodies, and make your way to the tables and then a waiter sets a Bellini in front of you. You’re chatting with other podcasters and your Apple contact, Alex, asks you to come meet the big bosses.

You meet the big bosses and they heap praise on you and your podcast. It’s exciting and humbling all at the same time.

You hear the glasses click and it’s time for the keynote speaker, who blessedly keeps it short. He begins to ask questions of each podcaster and your hands start sweating.

“Lily Rose…why true crime? Why cold cases?”

All eyes in the room shift to you and you feel the heat rise to your cheeks but you know the answer to this question because you lived it. “My parents were murdered when I was 11 and their murder went unsolved until just recently. I’m drawn to cold cases and unsolved mysteries because of what I lived through and my goal is to bring closure to victims of crime. They deserve that.”

You feel Bella’s hand grip yours under the table and you feel proud of what you’ve accomplished. “So far I’ve brought closure to over 50 families and counting.”

You blush again at the polite applause but you know you nailed it.

It’s been over two hours but you’ve lost all track of time and somehow you’ve become the must talk to podcaster at the brunch. Bella’s nervously tapping her fingers on the table and checking and re-checking her watch. “C’mon Lily. You’ve got a plane to catch!” She whispers to herself. She checks her watch yet again and sighs. This can’t wait anymore, she thinks as she hops up and pushes into the crowd and takes your elbow. “Lily, you really have to go or you’re gonna miss your flight.”

You excuse yourself from the crowd. “Is it that late?” You whisper shout.

“Yes! Go now! Get to the driver. I’ll hold down the fort here,” she says, shoving your suitcase handle into your hand.

“Shit!” You hiss, kissing her cheeks and running out of the room and to the front of the hotel to your waiting car and jump inside. “JFK!” You shout to the driver. You look out and see Bella running towards the car. “Hold up! Bella’s here! You shout out and then wait for Bella to finally get in. “You ready? The driver asks.

“Yes. We’re ready, let’s go. How long to the airport?”

“Traffic is very heavy at the moment.”

You sigh, not what you wanted to hear. You text Harry to let him know that you’re en route to the airport but that traffic is heavy.

Bella pulls out her phone and checks the route. “Lily, we’re not gonna make this flight. It’s over an hour to get there and it’s…it’s not gonna happen.”

You bite your lip as tears slide down your face. He’s halfway across the world and all you want to do is be there with him. “Damn!”

Bella grabs your arm after furiously tapping on her phone, “I was able to book you on the next flight out, same airline, it leaves an hour later, if we hold our breath, we just might be able to get you there! Yo, dude, do whatever you can to get us to JFK, it’s an emergency!”

You look at Bella with a shocked expression, “Jesus, Bella…,” you chuckle then lean over to whisper, “’Yo dude’?”

“Hey, I live in the States part-time, I know how to talk to the drivers,” she shrugs, “besides, my bestie needs to get to her man, I’ll do whatever I can for love.”

“Awww, I love you B, I’m really gonna miss you when we move on to Chicago…” you thread your fingers with hers and squeeze, “You know Gavin’s one lucky sound guy.”

“I’m so crazy about him! He’s taking the Chicago residency off to stay with me and I’m so excited! He’ll join back up in Austin, but I get him all to myself for a few and I’m over the moon excited,” she says clapping her hands and giggling like a lovesick schoolgirl.

“I’m so happy for you! I definitely understand how great it is to have a few days to yourself. H and I really enjoyed the three days he took off week before last – sometimes you just need some time to reconnect,” you say thinking fondly of your time locked away in the apartment, talking, cooking, loving and, well, fucking.

The driver is eyeballing you in the rearview as he navigates the ridiculous midtown traffic. You try not to make eye contact with him, but he just keeps staring. Finally, he speaks up, “I know I’ve seen you before, but I just can’t place it…” he mumbles eyeing the windshield and the rearview mirror.

Aww shit, you think to yourself.  “Nah, I just have a familiar looking face,” you say hoping to throw him off.  

His eyes squint like he’s thinking, then suddenly they go wide, but he doesn’t say a word. At the next stop light, he makes quick work grabbing his phone and tapping away, but he promptly stops as soon as the red light turns green and he focuses on the road seemingly determined to get you there as fast as possible.  

Interrupting your thoughts, Bella says, “I hate to say it, but this is still going to be a photo-finish if you make it to the gate in time for the next flight.”

Your tummy bubbles with nerves as the time ticks away and the amount of NYC traffic clogs your pathway. When you finally arrive at the drop off, you have less than twenty minutes to make it to the gate. As you step out of the car, you hear the first click, then another, then another… there are three guys with cameras waiting for you across the driveway at the airline departure entrance. You grimace when they call your name. Bella steps out with you, grabbing your suitcase from the trunk before the driver can even get out of the car. You hear her lean back in the car and tell him to, “Fuck off!” much to your surprise.

“Bella! What was that about?” you ask covering your face and reaching for your suitcase.

“That guy, wished you and Harry luck…he must’ve tipped the paps off… stupid jerk!” Everything about this is something you hate with the fury of ten layers of the sun. Being rushed, fighting with a suitcase and heels and running from paparazzi. Just inside the automatic doors you hear your phone ding with an incoming text from Harry.  Vowing to look at it as soon as possible, you ignore it in effort to run through TSA and make it to the boarding gate.

Bella kisses you and tells you she’ll stay around until you text her that you’re on board. She’s such an amazing friend, you remind yourself to make sure you do something special for she and Gavin during their time off.

You click your way through the airport on your heels, trailing the suitcase and make it in just enough time to see the plane push away from the jetway.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” you mutter panting breathlessly trying to keep the tears away. You turn to begin the walk back to the front and pull out your phone to message Bella, but you decide to read Harry’s text first.

Harry: how’s my girl? Did you make it? i miss you.

The tear drops before you can even control it. At this point you’ll be lucky to make it to the screening that evening. Fuck!

You text back.

Lily: H, I miss you so much. I’m so sorry, I missed the first flight and the rescheduled flight and on top of everything else, I got papped getting out of the cab. I think the driver tipped them off. Headed to Bella to get another flight on any airline…just want to get to you as soon as possible.

You watch as the dots flash on the screen and immediately feel better. Just knowing he’s on the other end is so comforting.

Harry: Oh baby, go to the British Airways lounge to hide out. I’m having Jeff contact Bella now to get you here private. I will get you here safely, trust me. Answer when Bella calls.

You sit down at the nearest gate and take your heels off. You think about chucking them in the bin but unzip your carry on and pull out your vans and sigh in relief as you slip them on and shove your heels back in the carry on, trying not to cry, and wait for Bella’s call. Your phone rings and you jump.  

“Hello?”

“I’m in front of the British Airways lounge. Come find me.”

“Ok, I’m coming,” you say standing up and walking in the direction of the lounge.

You finally get to the desk and the attendant looks up at you.

“Ms. Rose?”

You nod.

“We’ve been expecting you.”

You smile.

“Follow me, please.”

You follow her through the door and into the lounge and you see Bella on a couch on her phone.

She sees you and smiles, waving you over. She puts her hand over the speaker. “On hold with Jeffery. He’s getting an Azoff private jet here for you. Can you believe that?! What even is your life?!” She whisper shouts and you both giggle.

“God, I know. I don’t believe it myself sometimes,” you say, rolling your eyes.

“Hold on, he’s back,” she tells you. “Jeffery? Yes, she’s here. Really? Ok, we’ll be ready. Thank you!” She hits end and turns to you. “The plane’ll be here in 15 minutes. Unbelievable!” She says, laughing again.

You join her. “Am I really gonna be in Venice in time for the premiere?” You ask, squeezing her hand.

“Harry will move heaven and earth to make it happen, believe me. I’ve never seen a problem get resolved so quickly!”

You sigh. “It’s the power of money and powerful people, Bella, which I would normally feel bad about, but I’m just too relieved to be guilty right now.”

“Don’t feel guilty. I’m just glad it worked out,” Bella says sighing.

“Me too.”

Back in Venice, Harry’s sitting at the table for the press conference and he’s trying hard to pay attention and be coherent but he’s out of his element and he’s waiting for confirmation from Jeffery that you got on the private plane.

He gets asked a question and he knows he just botched that answer but he really can’t be arsed about it. He looks up and sees Jeffery holding up a thumbs up and his eyebrows go up and he smirks. Thank the gods, he thinks. Just six hours and she’ll be here.

Once on board the plane you look around at the gold and cream furnishing and shake your head.  “Never get used to this,” you mutter to yourself as a cabin crew member walks down the center aisle.  

“Miss Rose, welcome!”

“Please, call me Lily, thank you so much for this last-minute flight, I’m sorry if you had to change any plans you had."

“Oh, it’s no problem, we’re on-call rotations and I’m happy to do it. I’m Rebecca, can I get you anything to drink?”

“Ya know, I would realllly like a strong Manhattan…” you groan with a roll of your eyes.

She chuckles, “No problem, would you like some snack mix too?”

“Ooo, does it have those crunchy rye crackers in it?”

“Yes, I think it does as a matter of fact.”

“I would love some!”

“Is there anything else I can get you?”

“No, once we are in the air, I just wanna change out of these clothes, wash my face and relax,” you say as you buckle your seatbelt.

“Well, there is a spacious bathroom in the back and I just put fresh towels and toiletries out. I’ll stow your bag in the closet back there so you can change. These chairs swivel and recline and there’s a table that pulls out from the side.”  The pilot interrupts to ask everyone to prepare for take off.

Once the plane reaches cruising altitude you step into the bathroom to change into a loose pair of ripped up 550’s you’ve had since college, your favorite pair, and a tight, Gucci white with hot pink polka-dot tee of Harry’s. You can’t help but notice the outline of the lace on your bra through the fabric. Harry would approve, you think to yourself with a grin. You shiver at the thought of how wearing his clothes turns him on. When you look up at your reflection in the mirror you notice your nipples are poking out and you giggle, “Betrayed…” you mouth to no one regarding how your body never fails to betray your thoughts when it comes to him. It’s been a couple of days since you’ve made love. One night the show was late and he was tired and another night you worked late into the night completing some requests for public information for two different cases you’re researching, by the time you headed to bed Harry was fast asleep, deservedly so. The residencies may not include hours of travel, but they’re just as busy and H likes his sleep. You pull out your face wash and decide to wash off the make-up and grime of the day, fuck any paps who may be waiting when you arrive, Harry loves you with a clean face anyway and there will be hair and make-up ready for you as soon as you get to the hotel room. Clean and fresh, you grab your cosmetic bag and decide to brush your hair out of the stuffy bathroom.

Back at your seat is your Manhattan with a orange zested rim and a package of your favorite snack mix. Booze, salt and carbs…all things you don’t need when you’re going to slip into a pale pink, silk evening gown for the premiere, but, at this point, who cares. You plop down and take a sip of the cool liquid, swallow and close your eyes as the alcohol enters your blood stream. Popping the package to the snack mix open, two of the crispy rye chips fall out onto the table. “Well, hello there friends,” you say to them, “Why yes, I do think I shall eat you,” you grin to yourself. Smoothing your hair to the side, you unzip your cosmetic bag and look for your pink flower hair clip. After rummaging around for a full minute, you realize you must’ve forgotten to pack it. “Darn it,” you say, finding a hair tie instead. Piling the hair in a messy bun, you sit back, sip your drink and munch on your snacks. There’s a control panel on your chair that reclines it, turns on a heater and calls for the cabin crew. You grab the blanket next to you and tuck it around your legs. Your phone dings to indicate you have an incoming text from Bella. Pulling out the charging cord, you plug it in and settle back to check out your message.

Bella: Here’s a pic of H arriving at Venice. He looks so good in that eggplant color blazer! Isn’t that your favorite hair clip? Hmmm…I know you didn’t voluntarily give that to him…someone must’ve stolen it! Harry’s in trouble… 😊

Sure enough, there’s Harry looking dapper as ever and there attached to his hat bag is your hot pink flower clip. That little bugger! You grin, yes, he does look amazing in that color and you must make sure he know he does. Your man is so hot. So fucking hot. He IS in trouble for taking your clip out of your bag too, mind you. You open a message to him.

Lily: Not to sound like a stalker, but you look fucking amazing in that color…eggplant is it? Nice sunnies too. Shall we talk about the hot pink clip on your bag? (you include a gif of a toddler with crossed arms, tapping their foot in anger)

Harry: It jumped on my bag and begged to go with. (he includes a gif with toddler shrugging)

Lily: Oh really? Sounds suspect at best.

Harry: Somehow I bet you have something of mine in your bag…hmm?

Busted! You look down at your shirt and then around the cabin like someone must be spying on you.

Lily: Ok, who ratted?

Harry: No one, I just know my girl.

Lily: I miss you.

Harry: Soon, love…you’ll be here soon. I’ll send Cal back to pick you up and they’ll make sure you get to me. Kinda chaotic, but we can have some quiet time later. Saw your dress…it’s beautiful. Ready to see you in it. Will be ready to take it off too.

Lily: I’m glad you like it. I’ll be ready for you to take it off too.

Harry: Been missing my honey…

Lily: Don’t start something, H. My body has been screaming all day thinking about you.

Harry: It’s been HARD for me too.

Lily: I have plans for you tonight.

Harry: Oh? I fuckin’ hope they include you being naked.

Lily: You’ll have to wait and see.

Harry: pouting. gotta run, Jezebel, something about photo ops. I can’t wait to see you. I love you.

Lily: Go baby, go be a movie star, my movie star. I love you so much.

Harry: Can we please fuck tonight?

Lily: Jesus, Harry!

Harry: Well?

Lily: Since you asked so nicely…

Harry: 😊😊😊

You smile and click your phone off. You swivel your chair and look at the bed. Hmmm…it’s been a stressful day and it won’t be over for hours yet so you decide that you will lay down for a while. You pull down the duvet and slip under the covers. You’re asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.

A few hours later you’re awoken by an announcement that you’re beginning your descent into Venice. You smile and sigh…Harry.

Your leg is shaking as you buckle your seatbelt and wait to land.

Finally the plane lands and as soon as you walk down the stairs you see Cal and your face lights up.  

Cal kisses both of your cheeks and takes your carry on as you hop in the Range Rover.

“Harry’ll be glad ya see ya Miss Lily and Venice is lovely this time of day.”

“I can’t wait to see him or Venice,” you exhale as you look out the window as you watch the city go by.

“Almost there,” Cal says from in front of you.

You smile as Cal pulls in to the circular drive of a gorgeous hotel and he opens the door for you and you wait while he retrieves your bag. “Thanks Cal.”

“My pleasure Miss Lily. Here’s your room key. You’re on the top floor. Let me know if ya need me.”

“I will, thank you again,” you say, talking the room key from his hand and walking into the hotel lobby and getting on the elevator.

You punch the button to your floor and impatiently wait for the doors to close.

When the elevator door opens, you see Harry leaning against the wall, hand in the pocket of his satin sleep pants looking as fuckable as he ever has. You bite your lip and he smirks at you.

“Hi Jezebel,” he rasps.

“Hi,” you say back to him as you step out of the elevator and move to stand in front of him.

Neither one of you say anything, you just look into each others eyes. Finally, he straightens up and places his hands on your cheeks. “‘M glad ya here.”

“I’m glad too. Thank you for making it happen.”

“No more commercial flights fo’ ya, Jezebel.”

You open your mouth to protest.

“I know it’s not the environmentally friendly thing ta do an’ I hate tha’, bu’ ‘m puttin’ ma foot down.”

“I know you’re right. I worry about getting sick and getting you sick too. Let’s hope there’s no more solo traveling for me for a while.”

“Fuck, I hope no’,” he says, puffing out a breath. “I missed ya.”

“I missed you too. Do I get a kiss now?”

He laughs his breathy little laugh. “Ya jus’ got here an’ already wan’ ma mouth, hmmm?”

You shiver. “Yes.”

“Can’ say no ta tha’,” he whispers and slants his lips over yours in a series of warm, soft kisses before darting his tongue out and touching your tongue with his. You moan against his soft lips and meet his tongue with your own.

After a few good minutes of getting reacquainted, he finally pulls back and presses a sweet kiss to your nose. “Hair and makeup’ll be here soon. Probably need ta shower befo’, yeah?”

You nod your head.

“Ok, l can help ya get naked…”

You giggle. “Oh, I know.”

****1.5 hours later ***

You’re finally almost ready and an assistant is helping you into your skin tight satin dress and strappy heels. You look in the mirror and you go “wow.” You turn around and you can see the lines from your panties and your fingers run over the lines.

“I thought that might be a problem,” the assistant says.

You suck your lips in your mouth and close your eyes. You don’t know if you can get them off without ruining everything. You meet the assistants eyes in the mirror.

“Do you want me to help you take them off?”

“Yes,” you say relieved as they nod and move in front of you, carefully lifting the dress and your hands move to shimmy them down your hips until they fall to your ankles and the assistant gently navigates them around your shoes and slides your dress down.

“All set!” They say getting up and then handing you the matching pink clutch from the dresser.

“Thank you.”

“You look great.”

“Thanks.”

You walk into the living area of the suite and see Harry sitting on the couch in his navy blue suit with a light blue shirt with an oversized collar and his sunglasses on his head as he scrolls on his phone. He looks up and his eyebrows go up when he sees you. He stands up and tucks his lips in his mouth. “Holy fuck, Jezebel. Ya look amazin’,” he says as his eyes trail down your body and then back up to yours.

“Thank you,” you say blushing as his eyes trail the length of your body once again, caressing your skin without even touching you.

“Gon’ be hard ta behave wi’ ya lookin’ like tha’,” he rasps.

“Never said you had to,” you say, smirking.

He chuckles. “Carful wha’ ya wish fo’ sweetheart. Lotsa dark alleys in this city…” he says, moving to stand in front of you, hands sliding to your bum.

“Hmmm…sounds good to me,” you say with a mischievous grin.

He’s leaning in for a final kiss when there’s a knock at the door. You pout out your lips dramatically and he rolls his eyes, “Le’ tha chaos begin,” he mutters against your pout.

Jeffery strides in on his phone being ever agreeable to the person on the other end of the line. “Ok, ok, ok…got it…well, doesn’t sound like we have a choice…yeah…we’ll make it work,” he say before ending the call.

He leans in to kiss both your cheeks, “God, Lily, you look amazing. Harry, you’ll pass,” he teases. “Kids got some unfortunate news. They have arrangements for each of the actors to arrive at staggered times…solo.”

Harry clenches his jaw, “Oh, for fuck’s sake…Jeffery….”

“I know, I know…but this is about you. There’s a lot of fans who’ve gathered, and they want to keep the focus on the film, not just Harry and his girlfriend,” he says looking at you sympathetically, “and, to be honest, after seeing you, that’s probably a good decision. You would absolutely steal the red carpet….”

“Nice segue Jeff, but you don’t have to sell me on the idea, I understand,” you say fidgeting with the chain on your clutch.

“No! I’m not trying to “sell” you on anything, I know it sucks, but it really is probably for the best just to spare you from being mobbed and the press from being relentless.”

“Well, Jeze, er, Lily may understand, bu’ I fuckin’ hat’e it,” Harry rasps, accent thick and terse as he runs his fingers through his hair further frustrated that there is so much product in it he can’t smooth it like he does when he’s agitated.

“Shhh…C’mon, H. You know it’s for the best…,” you say softly twisting to stand in front of him and adjust his collar.

Jeff steps to the side, “Don’t want you to worry about Lily, I’ll escort her in my car and I won’t leave her side, we’ll stand off to the side while you all walk the carpet and pose for photo ops. You’ll sign a few autographs, then once everyone has arrived, do some group photos and then make your way into the theater. The cast is all sitting togeth…”

“Fuckin’ ‘ell Jeffrey… no, wan’ Lily by ma side,” he says interrupting.

“I have the seat directly behind you freed up for her, so once you’re get seated, I’ll get her in that seat,” he speaks up trying to reason with a clearly irritated Harry who’s shaking his head, “she’ll be two feet behind you, swear to god, H!”

You take his chin in your hand and pull his face into your line of vision. You smile a big happy smile, “Babe, I’m so OK with this…I actually think this is a perfect plan, I…I… don’t really wanna bother with fans and press, not at this event, not this way….”

He takes a deep sigh and looks at Jeff then back at you, “Ok, bu’ I wan’ Cal drivin’ Lily, ’ll take tha driver from tha festival an’ Cal keeps tha car close.”

“Done,” Jeffrey says tapping on his phone.

You smile, searching his eyes and mouth, “I love you,” to which he leans forward and places a soft kiss on your glossy lips.

“Careful,” you say thumbing the gloss off his lips. He grabs your wrist and pulls your hand away smooshing his lips together to rub it in. “Leave it, I like it.”

He leans forward to nose your ear and whisper, “How tha fuck ‘m I suppos’ ta keep ma cool, ‘knowin’ there’s nothin’ under this dress bu’ ma honey bee.”

“Edging…,” you say biting your bottom lip.

“Jez..e..bel…,” he warns lowly.

“Alright kids, cars are here, we need to head out,” Jeffrey says heading to the door. You turn to follow stopping only to throw a saucy look from under your eyelashes over your shoulder as you sashay a step in front of him.

He merely shakes his head and smirks. “Go’ ya phone?” he asks patting his chest to check that he has his in the inside jacket pocket.

Taking a moment to glance in your clutch, you nod, “Mm-hmm.”

“Good, keep an eye on it, understand?”

You gulp at the thought of naughty messages and nod with a flutter of your eyelids as you feel his large hand smooth down your backside. You might’ve teased him about edging, but you have a feeling you’re going to be the one on edge all night.

Harry reluctantly seats you in the car with Cal and throws a kiss with his hand before getting in his own car with instructions from Jeff. Cal manages to get the car out and on the road when you feel the phone vibrate.  

Harry: I want you

Lily: I want you too, H.

Harry: Need to make you cum

Lily: Harry!

Harry: It’s my favorite thing

You blush furiously and slant your phone away from Jeffrey, praying to the gods that he doesn’t catch you sexting on the way to Harry’s premiere at the Venice Film Festival. What is this crazy, unbelievable life you lead…

Lily: Tonight…

Harry: Be ready

“We’re almost there,” Jeffery says, smiling and patting your hand. You smile as you click your phone off and tuck it in your clutch. “This is crazy! I can’t believe we’re here!”

“I know…I always knew he’d be a star but it’s still a little surreal to see it play out.”

“I knew it too…I just never thought I’d be with him.”

“Really? Because I think you guys make perfect sense. Believe me when I say that he’s never been happier.”

You blush. “Thanks Jeffery.”

You arrive and are ushered down the carpet quickly and Jeffery guides you to the side.

“The cast’ll go in first and then we’ll follow,” he says quietly.

You nod.

You can hear when the cast starts arriving - fans and photographers screaming and cameras clicking and your heart is pounding. Chris Pine is the first one down the red carpet and you watch in awe as Harry’s car pulls up and he walks to the red carpet. When he sees you, he winks and smirks at you.

Jeffery taps your elbow to let you know it’s time to file into the theatre and you follow him in and take your seats.

Chris comes in first, winks at you and takes his seat and then Harry comes in. His eyes meet yours and the smile that is reserved only for you breaks on his face. The slit on your dress selects that moment to slide off your knee exposing your thigh. Harry’s eyebrows raise ever so slightly and the smile morphs into a smirk. You lick your lips and your eyes flutter as you reach to shift in your seat and adjust the dress. It’s like the dress knows…just knows…how much you want him. You shiver as he turns to speak to Chris before he takes his seat. He leans forward over him and mutters with a grin, “Somethin’ in ya eye, Pine…she’s taken.”

Palms up in declaring innocence, Chris responds, “Out of your league, Harry…out of your league.”

You suck in your lips holding in your grin and look at your clasped hands. You gently shake your head wondering who’s life this is, because it certainly can’t be yours. Harry turns his head to the side and your eyes trace his profile and the curls on the back of his head. Suddenly naughty memories invade your mind, making love in the pool house in Italy… the swing in the pink room…the hotel floor in Amsterdam… you’ve seen that face in ecstasy and those curls between your legs. The memories cause you to clear your throat and sit up straighter in your seat. Harry turns slightly to side eye you. You know he’s silently checking on you, so you nod and turn your thumb up to indicate you’re good. He too clears his throat and sits up in his seat adjusting his suit jacket. You can’t help but wonder what’s on his mind and make a note to ask him later. The rest of the cast files in takes their seats and the curtain covering the screen begins to rise. It’s time for the premiere. You’ve seen the trailers but not the whole movie so you’re nervous and excited.

In the dim lights, you cross your legs just as The Oogum Boogum Song by Brenton Wood starts. You can’t wipe the huge grin from your face, the song is so happy and you kick your foot. Then you gasp at the first scene Harry’s in. He’s utterly beautiful and he looks like he was born in that era. He’s just magical. You giggle at his teasing of Alice while she’s driving them in circles. His laugh is infectious.

Soon enough the first love scene between Jack and Alice flickers across the screen. You’ve seen enough previews to know some of what is about to happen. Jack arrives home from work to Alice who is, let’s be real, stunning. He kisses her passionately and lays her down on the table, much like he’s done to you many times… you know it’s not real but you can’t help the niggling of jealousy. It’s not even that he’s with another woman, it’s simply the idea of other people seeing him do what he only does to you…seeing how he places his hands, his head, how his mouth devours a kiss… kisses that are yours. You sit a little straighter and cross your legs a little tighter trying to get a grip on yourself. After all, you better get accustomed to it because women, and men, around the world are going to be imagining themselves with him, and with some very real examples, as soon as both this and My Policeman.

Harry drops his hand between the chairs to wrap his fingers around your dangling foot causing you to suddenly exhale a breath you didn’t know you were holding. He tucks his head down slightly willing comfort, a sense of calmness and reassurance to overtake his touch…meditating that you know how very much he loves you and that this is just play acting. His thumb strokes the inside of your arch concerned about making it feel “right” between you.

Closing your eyes with a sigh, you revel at the comforting feeling of his touch on your skin. He just knows…of course, he knows how you’re feeling. Your eyes flutter as his fingers remind you that those touches are reserved only for you. So, you let them ground you. He’s yours and wants you to know it. It’s a special moment between you in a dark theater…no words, but one you won’t ever forget.  

The film is beautiful and you’re so proud of Harry’s performance. The storyline is intriguing and the mind-bending, psychological aspect is definitely a conversation starter. The entire cast was incredible. You smile through the applause thinking that if Chris Pine ever started a cult, you could be easily influenced, but you won’t tell Harry that. They take a collective bow…and Harry makes a massive show of kissing Nick Kroll much to the delight of the crowd and laughter of his co-stars. You file down the row to the aisle where he’s stepped to one side waiting for you to get to him. He fits his hand on the small of your back and you giggle, “Nice kiss, H.”

“Dinna wanna start somethin’ wi’ you I couldn’ finish. Goddamn baby, ya arse looks so fuckin’ good in this…,” he whispers as his hand slides down to the top of your bum.

“Watch it, mister, don’t get fresh.”

He taps his four fingers lightly to remind you not to get too bratty.

You look over at him just before you step into the open lobby, “The film was fantastic, H…I’m so proud of you. I wanna kiss you so much, but it’s not the time or place…just know I’m beaming inside.”

“Thank ya, baby, dunno jus’ how much tha’ means ta me. Tell me abou’ it tanight?”

“If you’re not busy…”

He waggles his eyes, “Oh, ’ll be busy, bu’…”

About that time Asif comes up and slaps him on the back and says, “Introduce me, Styles.”

He chuckles, “Asif, this is Lily, Lily this legend-in-his-own-mind is Asif.”

You giggle as he kisses your hand dramatically.

“Hey, hey, hey, careful, Lily, no’ sure he’s had all his shots.”

There’s a call for cast photos, so you find Jeffrey and make your way to the theater reception hall. It’s covered in crystal and gold with waitstaff standing at the ready with trays of champagne and hors d'oeuvres. Jeff explains how the cast will be taking photos and entertaining executives for a bit so you should enjoy some champs and mill around. You make your way toward a flute of champagne when you feel your phone vibrate. It’s Bella.

Bella: The Apple folks were so impressed with you today, they published ratings this afternoon and Cold Case Justice is ranked at number six on the most streamed podcasts! Yay!! Slay bestie!

Lily: That’s great news! Any word on the paps at the airport. ☹

Bella: Just a wee Twitter trend.

Lily: WHAT?!

Bella: No need to panic. It’s nothing major, just a pic with the caption, “Should we be worried? Look’s like Harry’s ‘darling’ will be arriving late.”

Lily: (insert rolling eye emoji) Gee, how original.

Bella: IKR?! Just enjoy your short trip and fuck the rest of the world. Kiss Harry for me. If you need anything let me know. Travel safe.  Love you!

Lily: Thank you Bella, what in the world would I do without you? I love you bunches.

You slip your phone back in your clutch and take a sip of your drink, when you feel it vibrate again. You smile to yourself realizing that Bella must’ve forgotten something.

Harry: No bra?

You grin at the screen and try to subtly look around. He must still be out front.

Lily: No

Harry: Visualizing

Lily: Careful there will be photos as evidence

Harry: Love you

Lily: Love you

Needing to visit the loo you excuse yourself and drain the last of your champagne. After finishing your business, which was no small feat considering you had to hold up your dress to keep it from getting wet or drug on the floor, you wash your hands and touch up your lipstick.

You step out into the hallway and then into the large reception area and gasp at how in that in the short amount of time there was a massive influx of people. There’s a flurry of activity and even in your heels you can’t seem to stand tall enough to find anyone. You decide it’s always best to just go back to your last location, so you head toward the table with champagne flutes. Thankfully there’s Jeff speaking with two very elegantly dressed older women who, like you, have taken advantage of the flutes of bubbly.

Jeff smiles and waves you closer, “Lily!  Lily this is Jeanine Amato and her partner Paula Christenson.”

You smile and take their hands and return their cheek kisses, “Hello, it’s lovely to meet you.”

“Jeanine is on the board of the Venice Biennale for the Film Festival,” Jeff continues.

“Officially it is the Mostra Internazionale d'Arte Cinematografica della Biennale di Venezia…,” Jeanine corrects.

“That’s Italian for the International Venice Film Festival, honey, please don’t scare the poor girl,” Paula interrupts with a kind smile.

“Scusa, darling, I didn’t mean to be rude. You are just stunning, isn’t she just lovely, P!” Jeanine gushes.

“Yes, just beautiful. If you can’t tell we are big fans.”

You look at Jeff who is sipping what looks like a whiskey and smiling at your blush.  “Oh, have you met him? I know Harry’s around here somewhere…,” you say looking around.

“Oh no,” Jeanine says, “I mean, yes, we love Harry, but we have really enjoyed your podcast. Paula, especially.”

“Oh! Wow…,” you say with your hand on your chest.

Jeff pipes up, “Paula was a Behavior Analysis Analyst at Quantico before she retired a couple of years ago and now works in the private sector as a international consultant for unsolved cases.”

You mouth drops open, “Oh, wow…,” you say… again… causing Jeff to chuckle. You shake your head to gather some sense about yourself before you make a complete fool of yourself.

You hold your hand out to shake it…again…”It’s so nice to meet you…I…I’m…flattered you listen to my podcast…th…thank you.”

“Yes, we split our time between Venice and Los Angeles, but we never miss an episode. You have done such truly instinctive work, where did you train?”

“I...I…I don’t have any “formal” training, I’ve really just studied criminal psychology and been a lover of solving puzzles and working with the public to run down new ideas and leads. Most of the work we’ve done has been to advocate for victims and support new technology that brings new life to cases that were thought unsolvable.”

Jeff is pulled away and the three of you stand there talking about the podcast and Paula’s experiences. You find out she has authored several books about cases she worked on and is a contributor to a textbook utilized in one of your classes from uni. You get lost in the conversation and the banter between Paula and Jeanine is adorable to say the least. Paula gives you her card and invites you to lunch sometime while you are in Los Angeles, and they turn to walk away. Looking down at her card, you smile at what a wonderful small world we live in. Paula steps back quickly to say, “Lily, you should consider writing a book about your parents’ case. The work is good, but it’s a story of hope for other victims and, in our business, they can use all the hope they can get.”

As she walks away you let the thought linger. Could you write a book? You’re deep in thought when your phone buzzes causing you to startle. You tuck the card in your clutch as you pull out the phone.

Harry: I miss you

You smile and look around for his navy suit and curly hair.

Harry: Behind you

You turn to see him holding his phone and smiling at you.

Lily: I miss you

Harry: Gonna cum for me tonight? Touch your ear if yes.

You look away from him as a waitress stops by to offer another flute of champagne. Smiling at her, you take the glass, hold it to your mouth, looking back at him over the edge and slowly lift your hand to your ear as if fixing your earring.

Harry: Good girl

He excuses himself from the group he’s been ignoring anyway and starts to stalk toward you.

You smirk as he reaches you and sit your champagne down. As soon as you’re within reach, he grabs your hand and drags you to the balcony and opens an enormous French door and ushers you through it before closing the door and pushing you against the railing.

"Ya ready ta get the fuck outta here so I can finally get ya outta tha’ fuckin’ dress,” he says, lips so close to yours you can feel his breath.

“H, just a couple more hours and I'm all yours. So glad Cal's here to drive us around, it's so weird when we have a stranger driving us, feels invasive.”

He shakes his head, “nuh uh. Now. We’re leavin’ now.”

You open your mouth to protest.  He pats your bum, "No panty lines…..killin’ me knowin’ ya bare underneath...wanna reach under an’ see how wet ya are…”

You blush as he gently bites bites the apple of your burning cheek. "Had ta take them off because even the thong showed lines,” you whisper with fluttering eyes as his mouth works to the skin below your ear.

He presses the front of his navy trousers, "migh' no' make it back ta tha hotel.”

“We have to! We can't fuck in the car!" You whisper shout eyes moving around to see if anyone is close.

“Why no'? ‘S no' wha' ya said las’ time, he says, smirking against your neck.

“No way, mister. Besides, I brought a little something for you for tonight...it's in my clutch, you wanna peek?”

He nods and you open your clutch and he sees the tiny plug with "HERS" engraved on the base.

He smirks, "Baby, ya brought a butt plug to ma movie premiere?"

"Shhh!!!" you say looking around again.

He laughs his breathy little laugh. "There's no one 'round so answer ma question, Jezebel."

"Well, I wasn't leaving it in the hotel for someone to find!"

"Hmmmm…..could've put it in fo' me.”

“I did think about that but I was afraid it would show...this dress is tight." You tell him, blushing. “This one’s yours, it's your turn tonight, H.... been your turn for a while... you up for it?"

“Mmmm, maybe…bu’ this one says “hers” isn’t tha’ yours, baby?”

You shrug your shoulder and place your hand on his chest with a smirk, “Nah…just feelin’ a little possessive H. Tanight, I want something on you that reminds me you’re mine… that this body,” you point to his chest, “is hers,” you point to your chest. He smirks and runs his hand along your cheek, “Baby, ya own all of me… ma hopes an’ dreams, hear’ an’ soul…,” he searches your eyes, “ma body, ’s all yours,” he runs his hand up your chest to your neck and opens his mouth to say more when the door opens and Jeffrey pops his head out.

“Harry, we've been looking for you, can you come answer a couple of questions?"

He sucks in his lips holding his irritation in "We'll continue this later, Jezebel.”

“I’m holding you to it, mister.”

Over the next hour you and Harry mingle together, moving from group to group with introductions and inquiries about how you met, fielding questions about what you do and having people try terribly not to fan over Harry’s music, which seems to be an interestingly popular subject for a film premiere. There were a few ribbings regarding his interview “performance” which you haven’t had a moment to watch but from what you’ve heard he stumbled through. At one point, he takes a moment to teasingly whisper, that it was your fault that he sucked during the panel because he was just “a ‘lil outta ma mind focusin’ on gettin’ you ‘ere wi’ me, safely.”  

It's starting to get late and you are deep in conversation with Kate Berlant, Olivia Wilde and Gemma Chan. Harry’s across the way with Asif and Nick and Chris. Kate drops a joke about Harry’s collar and you both are giggling when your phone vibrates with an incoming text.

Harry: Get me outta here, baby

You look up to see him looking at you with while the boys are knocking around in front of him.

Lily: Yes please my feet are killing me

Harry: Cock is killing me Jezebel need to be inside you

Kate leans over to Gemma and loudly whispers, “Sexting is a sign it’s time to go back to your room, Lil.”

Your blush turns deep red, “Kate!”

“Go on sweet girl, go get your man and get outta here, we’ll help make excuses,” Gemma says with a knowing smile.

You smile through your blush, grabbing their hands, “You think we can slip out?”

“Go, go, go…,” Olivia says with a giggle.

Looking down at your phone you and back his way he’s turned back toward the boys. Sometime during the evening he’s lost his jacket and his shirt is unbuttoned the way he likes it…he’s so sexy. As if he could just instinctively know that you’re looking at him, he turns his head your way. You smile and he smiles back. You mouth, “I love you” to which he turns his body ignoring those around him, licks his lips and crooks his finger come hither and mouths, “I love you more, C’mere.”

You don’t even turn your head back to the group when you say, “Ladies, I think that’s my signal, yeah? It was a great night, but I’m getting out of here.” You bite your lip and put your phone back in your clutch holding his stare and begin the short walk toward him which, thankfully, is in the same direction as the doors that lead out to where Cal’s waiting with the car.

Harry can’t get enough of the way your dress drapes over your breasts and the way it moves when you walk. Your hair is pulled and pinned over to one side with Swarovski crystals, matching dainty stud earrings, simple and stunning. He wonders if he’ll ever be able to tell you enough how much he loves everything about you.

You reach him and he can’t hold back, he places both hands where your jaw and neck meet pulling your face to his. “Ya so fuckin’ beau’iful, Lily an’ I love ya s’much,” he says with a terribly thick accent as he runs his nose along yours. Then, as if no one in the world is there looking on, he places a warm kiss on your lips as you place your hands on his wrists. “Let’s go, love, Cal’s waiting outside.” Stunned, you simply nod and follow him as he threads his fingers with yours and heads toward the doors.  

Cal is waiting outside with the car. Theater security opens the door for you both to scoot in. The minute the door closes, Harry hits the screen to close you off from Cal, “Sorry, Cal, just need a minute,” Harry apologizes.

“No apology necessary, Harry. Miss Lily, you look lovely.”

You slide into next to him and he puts his an around you and you snuggle into him.

“Did ya have a good time, Jezebel?” He says, voice deep and accent thick.

“It was so awesome! I met so many anazibg people and everyone from Don’t Worry Darling is so, so nice! Oh! And I met this nice couple and they think I should write a book…”

He’s smiling at your enthusiasm and just staring at you and fuck it, he’s hard as a rock. “Lily, lean over the seat an’ pull up ya dress,” he says, interrupting you.

“Harry! Are you even listening to me?!"

“Oh yeah babe, every word...now lean over the seat, I need ta see ya.”

You twist and rise up on your knees with the silk of your dress draped over your bum facing him.

“Jesus," he mutters adjusting his hard cock through his trousers.

You bite your bottom lip and look over your shoulder as his hands roam over your bum and you gasp as he pushes the silk of your dress up.

“Can’t you wait until we get back to the hotel?”

“Hmmm…have I ever tol’ ya how much it turns ma on when ya talk abou' ya work," he says leaning forward to kiss the dimples at the base of your spine. "Jus' a little taste,” he whispers as he places a kiss to your pussy.

“Harry!”

“Wan’ ma honey, Jezebel,” he says pulling your hips back and licking a stripe up your slit.

Your eyes flutter closed and you grip the seat and then you feel the car come to a stop. “We’re here!” You whisper shout trying to pull away.

He groans and lets go and you twist around to a sitting position just as Cal opens the door with a smirk.

You slip in through the hotel door with him only a step behind you. You immediately reach down to slip off your heeled sandals. “Let me do that,” he says immediately kneeling down to unbuckle the straps and slip the shoes off.  

He slides his hand up your leg along the dress’s slit, “tease me all night…” he mumbles as he kisses your thigh. You card your fingers through his hair, and he groans at the action wrapping his hands around your waist and squeezing.

“Mess it up, please…don’ like it all crunchy wi’ all tha shit in it,” he says resting his forehead on your tummy.

“Dying to get my hands on you all night, H,” you say brushing his hair back over and over until its smooth. “Come up here, kiss me, please?,” you whimper as you tug the sides of his head. His stare is intoxicating, his eyes never leave yours as he slides up your body until, at his full height, you have to look up to continue searching his eyes.

He shakes his head like he just can’t believe that you’re his then leans down to open his mouth over yours. He teases the kiss from you, opening his mouth to dart his tongue out along the seams of you lips. “Open fo’ me, baby…don’ tease, no’ tanight…wan’ ya so much, angel.”

You slide your hands up to the open buttons on his shirt and scratch your fingers down his chest. Opening your mouth for him he slips his tongue and you softly whimper. The soft warmth of his lips soon turns into a frantic devour of tongue and teeth as his hand searches for the side zipper of your dress. He’s breathing in and as you breathe out, taking in each other’s air. He pulls in your bottom lip and sucks gently then dips back in for another taste of your mouth.

He makes quick work of ridding you of your dress and your waste no time reaching for the button and zipper of his trousers. He pulls his lips away long enough to rip his shirt off and slip out of his shoes. He takes a minute to help you step out of your dress. Holding your stare, he walks over to the vanity chair and drapes the dress over the back of it.

You pull the pin from your hair and shake it out. You can’t help but shiver at him stalking back to you shirtless with his trousers undone. Once he reaches you his hands go to the hair you just shook out. He gathers it into a pony tail and pulls your head back exposing your neck to his mouth. His lips and teeth work your neck over and you pant out your desire. Your hands slide around to his back and down into his underwear where you squeeze his bum cheeks pulling him against you. His free hand cups your breast and squeezes as he groans and you let out a soft squeal.

Panting with desire, he sighs deeply and rests his forehead against yours, “Fuck, babe, wha’ a day…wha’ a week…’s been balls ta tha wall since we took those days off…haven’t had a mo’ ‘til now. I promise I’ll bring ya back ta Venice someday an’ we’ll take our time.”

“Imma hold you to that, but right now take your trousers off and go lay on the bed, please.” 

He slips off the rest of his pants and crawls up the bed to rest on his back, head on the pillow. You turn to grab your clutch and saunter smugly over to stand next to the bed beside him where you open it and unabashedly, pull out the plug and set it on the bedside table. You open the drawer and pull out a small bottle of lube and set it next to the plug. You notice Harry’s throat move as he swallows.

“Not worried about Venice, H, just want you. You’re right, we’ve been so busy…and I’ve missed you so much.”

He runs his hand down your hip, “So fuckin’ sexy. Come ta me, Jezebel.”

You smile and draw your finger to your mouth, “H, I want my mouth on you…I want you in my mouth tonight.” You place a knee on the bed next to his hip and lean down to kiss the bee tattoo on his hip.

His eyes flutter closed and his nostrils flair. He gulps, “Funny, Jezebel, because I jus' wanna get ma mouth on ya,” he says, grabbing your hand and pulling it to his lips.

“Think we're at an empass, H?"

“Oh baby, we jus' need ta get creative,” he says, smiling his most beautiful smile.

You smile. “Eyes on me, baby,” you say breathily as you bend down and kiss his stomach, then licking your way down his skin to his neatly trimmed pubic hair, you open your mouth and take him into your mouth, and you hear his sharp intake of breath.

He leans forward and grabs your waist, pulling you up and over until your facing away from him. His fingers run down your slit. “‘S Soaked an' swollen...pull off baby.”

"Did I do something wrong?"

He sits up to cup your cheek, “Jesus no, jus' wan' ya closer... Don' stop...jus lemme get ma mouth on ya too.." he says pulling your hips in parallel to him. You circle his shaft with what you can't fit in your mouth just as he pushes your thighs apart and places an open mouth kiss on your pussy. You mumble a groan around his cock and he tightens his eyes at the sensation.

You take him as far as you can, hollowing your cheeks, your hand working the part of him that you can’t fit in your mouth.

You feel the scruff of his chin on your mound and you cup his tender sack drawn up tight with arousal.

He pulls you closer hands gripping your hips, lips suctioning onto your clit, the tip of his nose at your dripping hole and you pop off, gasping. He pulls back breathless.

"Y'ok?" He pants out.

"Yeah," you lick your lips, "s'just it feels good. Hard to concentrate. I'II do better," you tell him, taking him back in your mouth.

He slips his ring and middle fingers deep and sets about fluttering on your inner upper walls. "Fuckin' find my spot, angel…,” he says searching with his fingers, “There...there it is... feels swollen fo’ me. Fuck! Damn, Jezebel, do tha’ again!” He mutters as you swirl your tongue on the slit of his cockhead at the same time you swirl your finger on his perineum.

You take him as deep as you can, finger stroking gently on his perineum and groan around him.

"Fuckin’ hell, goddamn, Jezebel! 'M gonna cum..fuckin…..ya gotta cum fo' me!  C’mom, baby, wi’ me!" He pants out, fingers moving faster against your spot as his lips suction back to your clit.

You pop off with a slurp and he groans, clearly frustrated.

Your finger circles his hole. Gathering your courage you push your finger in to the first knuckle. “Does that feel good? Baby, d’ya think you could take our plug?"

Head dropping to the pillow with a thud, he pulls in a deep breath, “’S differen’,” he says lowly.

“’Different bad’ or ‘different keep going’?” you ask fluttering your eyes with desire and kissing his thigh.

“Feels bet-tah than I expec’ed…dunno wha’ I expec’ed…so fuckin’ hard baby” he says with a groan.

You smile against the skin of his thigh, “Think it’s gonna feel amazing, honey.” Reaching behind you open your hand, “Gimme the plug and the lube.”

His hand swats your bum, and you groan, bite your bottom lip and rest your cheek on his thigh.

He smiles at your groan and places an open mouth kiss on the place where his handprint has turned your skin a faint pink. “I know how ta lube it,” he mumbles against your soft skin as he holds the plug by the flat side and pushes the small bulb in your weeping hole and swirl it around.

You squint your eyes and turn to your forehead on his thigh. So erotic.  

“Jezebel…,” he says taking in the sight.

“Harry…” you say at the same time you push up to place a kitten kiss on the swell of his cock.

He pulls the plug out and places it and the small bottle of lube in your open hand at the base of your spine.

Raising back up on one elbow, you gently lift his goosebump covered sack to give yourself a clear view and better access and you lean down and kiss one of his balls.

The groan he lets out is partially a gasp and grunt “Jesus, baby…”

You run your hand along the inside of one of his thighs and push it out to open him up farther. You flip the bottle lid open and dribble the lube on the bulb that’s already covered in your honey. You want him to be comfortable and you want it to be as easy as possible.

“Ready?” you ask resting your cheek back on his thigh, looking at his hard cock.

He puts both hands on your bum cheeks, leans up to place a gentle kiss to one side, “Yes, baby, I’m ready.”

You place the tip of the bulb against his puckered skin and run it around softly. His cock twitches and his breath catches. You apply pressure to the flat end and start to press it in. His fingers flex on your bum as you apply steady pressure and the bulb begins to get wider and wider.

He whimpers and squeezes his eyes and leans up to press his lips to your bum as he moans at the breach.

“Breathe for me, H. Almost to the widest part, baby, ya ok?”

Squeezing your cheeks a little harder he moans against your bum, “Mmhmm, jus’ do it,” he mumbles.

Applying just a little more pressure the bulb pops in the rest of the way and he coughs out a grunt.

“Uunngaaahhh…!” His cock jumps and his toes curl. “Ohgodohgodohgod…!” He blows out breath after breath after breath holding back. The feel of the bulb against his prostate is the most intense sexual experience he’s ever had.

“You ok?” You ask him.

“Turn ‘round, Jezebel, need ta see ya,” he pants out.

You move carefully and straddle him and settle just under his hard cock.

“C’mere,” he rasps, strong arms pulling you down to lay on top of him, kissing your cheeks. “Feels s’good…Jesus, ‘m surprised…only you, ma Jezebel, only you…”

You smile and press a kiss to his wet lips. “Mine,” you whisper against his lips.

“Make me cum, Jezebel. Please. ‘M s’hard fo’ ya. Need ya on me…please,” he begs you, eyes boring into yours.

You smile and lift your hips, your hand placing his cock at your entrance and then flexing your hips down and taking him in.

You gasp as he fills you and his hands tighten on your hips.

“Jus’ grind on me, baby,” he rasps, hands guiding your hips. “Jus’ like tha’…fuck…can ya cum like this?”

Your hands move to the sides of his neck and you nod.

“Unnggghhh…fuck, it feels s’good…fuck…’m no’ gon’ last…need ya ta cum wi’ me,” he pants out, his brows furrowed.

“I’m close…so close! Mmmmm…ahhhh…Harry!” You cry out as you cum, your orgasm barreling through your body.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He draws his knees up, thrusting into you three more times before his toes curl, his head plows back into the pillow and he lets out a long, low moan, and everything goes white as he cums harder than he ever has in his whole life.

All you can hear is the sound of your own heartbeat and both of your panting breaths. You press your lips to his and his hands grip the sides of your face and he kisses you back, hard.

He slips from you,  rolls you over, and you hit the mattress with a thud and you gasp as he attacks your mouth with his once again, sucking your tongue into his mouth.

When he finally pulls back, you look into his eyes. “Was it good? Did you like it?”

He gently pushes your hair behind your ears. “I’ve never cum s’hard in ma life, Jezebel.” He rolls over to his side and runs his hand back through his hair. “I didn’t know it’d feel like tha’.” He puffs out a breath. “Can still feel it…Jesus.”

“Do you want me to take it out?”

“Ya have ta or ‘m takin’ ya again,” he says, smirking.

You snuggle up next to him. “Hmmm…if I wasn’t so tired, I’d leave that in,” you giggle and your hand pulls his leg up and you gasp as you see the ‘HERS’ nestled in his bum. “So sexy,” you whisper as you fingers grab the plug and tug it out.

“Ahhhh! Fuck!”

You throw the plug on the floor…you’ll deal with it later. “C’mere my little freak,” you tell him, placing a kiss on his lips. “I love you.”

“I love ya too…fuck, love ya s’fuckin’ much.”

[paperultra]

road safety laws, prepare to be ignored.

PART III OF THE GENSHIN ROADTRIP CHRONICLES Pairing: Tartaglia | Childe x Reader Word Count: 644 words Warnings: Swearing

Every time Childe gets behind the wheel, you wonder who at the DMV was delusional enough to grant him a driver’s license.

“Relax, sunshine,” insists the equally delusional man, waving a hand at you dismissively as he slams on the gas. The sudden acceleration presses your body back into your seat. “I can make it.”

“We are going to DIE,” you screech.

Childe laughs as he swerves into the lane of oncoming traffic, driving straight towards a rapidly approaching black sedan.

The curse you hurtle at the windshield is drowned out by the engine’s roar. The sedan beeps. One of your hands squeezes the passenger grab handle so tightly it practically fractures, while the other tears into the shoulder of Childe’s leather jacket.

He has the audacity to take one hand off the wheel to pat your hand sharply. “Hey, don’t scratch it. This jacket’s new.”

The other car’s warning beeps become one continuous hoooooonk.

“FUCK YOUR JACKET, AJAX! MOVE!”

“Watch this!”

Your heart stops in your chest as Childe jerks his car to the side. The sedan flies past the two of you, missing the side mirror by a hair.

You blink and suddenly find yourself back in the correct lane.

Childe leans back, whooping as you stare at the now empty road in front of you. “That was a close one! Almost got worried there for a bit.”

You don’t answer. The AC’s on, blowing cold air into your eyes, but you hardly register it as your brain reboots itself and processes the past fifteen seconds.

Then you inhale, a single, long, intake of breath, and unleash havoc on your companion.

“Do you not understand the concept of relative velocity, you fucknut?!”

“Of course I do. From the other driver’s point of view, I was going even faster –”

“Shut up!”

You finally let go of the grab handle and Childe’s shoulder to rub your temples. The joints in your hands ache.

From the corner of your eye, you see him glance at you briefly. He’s silent for a moment.

“I wouldn’t actually let you get hurt,” he eventually says, his tone serious. “You know that, right?”

“I know,” you say. “I know. But – Childe, you know I don’t get the same fun adrenaline rush that you get from doing shit like this.”

He sighs. “… Yeah, I know.”

You finally let your shoulders relax, dropping your head back against the headrest.

“Sorry,” Childe says.

“It’s fine.”

“I just want you to have fun on this trip,” he continues, fingers tapping against the wheel. “You’re always so by-the-book, and I know it stresses you out. I want you to let loose a little.”

“I wanted to let loose at the park,” you mumble, drawing your legs up. “Riding the roller coasters, not playing chicken on the freeway.”

Childe blinks.

“Wait, you’re going to ride the roller coasters? I thought you didn’t want to.”

The surprise in his voice causes your cheeks to burn. You bury your face in your knees to hide your embarrassment. “I changed my mind. You seemed really excited about them, so.”

“Shit, if I knew that, I wouldn’t’ve pulled that stunt back there.”

You snort. “Yeah, you would’ve.”

“Yeah, I would’ve.” He grins. “But from now on, I’ll lay off the antics while you’re with me, okay? Since you’re going to ride the Deathtrap 2000 with me and all.”

A cough leaves your throat at the mention of the Deathtrap 2000. “Uh.”

“Aw, it’s the best one. Come on.”

“I was planning on starting with the easy ones and building up from there.”

“I’m not hearing a no.”

Turning your head to look at him, you see the thrilled look on his face, and it shakes your hesitance. You huff. Damn it.

“… Don’t get your hopes up, Childe.”

“Too late,” hums Childe. “Hopes are way, way up.”

[monomorphilogical]

Interstate lines

I'm doubling bodies down the thinning line

two sides of a faded billboard sign

an angel perched on the shoulder of the I-65

holding my breath like I could live half a life

all my limbs fractured in another man's hit a run

odd angles making it hard to move on

strapped the seat belt severing my blood line

frayed edges like another passed sign

it still feels like a blade pressed against my neck

scratching like that 1984 cassette deck

caught on tape like a shadow in the southern sun

nowhere to go and nowhere to run

my mama said to always keep up my chin

but it's still scars me with all that could've been

like a roadside creature decaying in the southern sun

I've always had that devil riding shotgun

turning up the heat so we won't go up in flames

engine rattling with all my past names

I always survive but I can never leave it behind

backseat pile-up so high the rearview's gone blind

wholly covered in dust and it bites

twenty-four and crying at passing gas station lights

been praying to the radio stations for so long

strike me down at the finish line drawn

save me from flipping coins out the console

who knew chasing this straightaway high takes its toll

passing highway signs like I'm just a roadie

but right now I'm just eroding

all these steering wheel bruises on my knees

squeezing the blood around the cut of my keys

rambling on with all my haggard edges worn down

I'm just another strange face in an unknown town

I've lost myself in the land of the free

but the rearview mirror reflection is still me

how I've come so far without moving up a mile

so fucking angry at myself all the while

always looking out for that white car to pass me by

but there's nothing around here but desert dry

so I missed my exit a couple of states ago

my taillight's still busted and the transmission's slow

metal to blacktop sparks like the fourth of july

if I can't ride just let me fucking die

'cause I’ll keep going on when I burn through the motor

and there won't be a tomorrow if I don't pull over

so I hope God just lets me die today

give me forever riding down heaven's highway

'cause I've seen too many nights gone stone cold

torn backseat leather and no hand to hold

I'm so fucking sick and tired of riding on my own

should've known these roads don't lead home

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My Morning Routine with Body Dysmorphic Disorder

From the ages of 12 to 16, I spent 4 hours getting ready for school every weekday morning. First period started at 7:35 A.M., I woke up at 3:40 and usually arrived to class around 7:55 with an apologetic smile and a late pass. I said it was car trouble, or that my alarm hadn't gone off.

I spent the first hour-and-a-half of my day plucking my eyebrows, my temples, and my forehead up to my hairline, sitting side saddle on the sink and twisting around towards the mirror when I got tired of standing. I shaved the rest of the face from the eyes down: my cheeks, my sideburns, mustache, beard, and nose, my neck, and my ears with just water, no shaving cream. Then I spent another hour-and-a-half in the shower, turning the water on to rinse my razor and off again to shave repeatedly to try and stretch the heat as long as possible. I covered my entire body with shaving cream, painting myself white. I started with my stomach, then my breasts, my sternum, my nipples, then my sides, my underarms, my back as far up as I could reach and then my shoulders as far down, though I always missed a strip of skin above my waist. My hairline on the back of my neck, so nothing could stand up, even if I was scared. Then my arms, my hands, my knuckles, I wasn't very careful and I gave myself a few scars. Next my legs, feet, toes and pubic hair. When the water ran ice cold, I would turn it off, get out, and set up my makeup table while I waited for it to warm up again. I got back in, nicked myself a few more times, then washed my hair and body and used my prescription acne cleanser. My parents bought men's razors in bulk because I needed a new one every day. My clean skin only lasted a couple of hours, then turned into 11:00 A.M. shadow.

The next hour was makeup: sunscreen, moisturizer, primer, foundation, concealer, bronzer, contour, setting powder, blush, chapstick, lip liner, lipstick, eyebrow pencil, eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara. I wasn't very good at it; it always came out cakey or racoony. I listened to music, mostly Taylor Swift or Avril Lavigne, sometimes showtunes, while I worked. Then I brushed my hair, adding some brown eyeshadow to the bald spots to make it look fuller, got dressed in my school uniform, and packed up my lunch and books in a rush. No time for breakfast and I had the early lunch period at 10:35 anyway. I'm a girly-girl. I think I would have loved makeup the way I love fashion. I think it would have been fun to experiment with new colors, new styles, new brands, my favorite actresses' recommendations.

If I didn't do this, I couldn't leave my house. So I had the flu a lot. And I never went out on weekends. My one goal in life was beauty, or getting as close to it as someone like me could. It took up everything: my time, my energy, my focus. For the rest of the day, when I wasn't grooming, I was thinking about it.

Two years later, I don't do it anymore, but I miss it. If felt so good. It was so satisfying to destroy all those little parts of myself over and over again every day. I looked forward to it. I enjoyed the routine of it; it was so familiar to me. Mondays were my favorite, when I could free myself of all the evil that had built up over the weekend. I can't stand to touch my skin now and have to remember how smooth it used to be. I've scratched myself bloody trying to find some relief.

There have been setbacks. I snuck my mother's tweezers into the bathroom a couple of times, or she left her razor lying around after she thought I'd gotten over it. If I grow my nails out long enough, I can use them. I've tried other methods- new snake oil miracle razors, every depilatory cream, waxing, threading, bleaching, free consultations for expensive laser and electrolysis.

All the adults in my life were so happy and proud of me when I stopped. I don't feel I've made any "progress" as they define it. I don't perform those behaviors anymore, but I feel even worse. I hate myself even more, I feel trapped inside my own skin. I'm not any more loved or accepted now than I was then, which was all that mattered to me.

They have no idea what it is to be hideous. They could never, ever understand what it's like to have to exist in this world in this body. To have to live with yourself and sleep at night knowing what you are. To never be a woman, to never be young, to be inhuman, your own vile, repulsive species, something completely separate than everyone around you that should be kept locked in a cage away from society. Something that should be put down for it's own good. To be some kind of animal, or beast, to be born a monster. To want to gouge your own eyes out so you never have to see yourself, to want to die because you aren't strong enough to live this way. To know that you'll spend every last moment of your whole life alone.

It was so difficult for me to accept my BDD diagnosis. I guess I still haven't. I don't "fixate on my perceived flaws," other people do. I do my best to correct my very much real flaws so that other people don't have to look at them. I didn't come up with this on my own, I didn't choose to be ill, if that's what I am, and I sure as hell didn't choose this body. I don't want to look like this, I don't want to upset people with my appearance, I don't want it to be necessary for me to do all this to fix myself, but it's just what I have to do. I accepted that, and I couldn't understand why no one else did.

Is there someone who could prove me wrong? Is there someone who could wait for me, not mind that I'm late to everything, that I always cancel plans at the last minute? Is there someone who wouldn't mind that I'm a crybaby, that I'm too particular and too sensitive? Is there someone who wouldn't mind me? There wasn't then and there isn't now and I don't think there's going to be. And as hard as I try, I can't stop needing there to be, and I can't be that person for myself.

[mrs-johansson]

Chapter 3: Dark Phoenix I - Goddess of Fire

Part 12;

“You called?” Happy stepped inside my office. “Yes, hi. Can you please take me home? Natasha drove me in the morning and I don’t have a car,” I looked at the man and he smiled kindly. “Of course, when do you want to leave?” “I’ll get my stuff and we can go.” “Alright, I’ll be at the front,” he nodded. “Thank you, Happy.”

***

“So, how was the meeting?” Happy asked as we were on our way. “Haven’t you heard?” I glanced at him while prepping my elbow up to the side of the door, leaning my head against my palm. “I did, I just wanted to hear your side,” he shrugged. “Men suck. Not everyone of course, but most do. This Brook guy is just a dick and since he’s in the army, Rhodey took his side. So I got angry and said a couple of things that I think are true and they needed to hear it. But you know, I’m my father's daughter so you can imagine my attitude,” I scoffed thinking about the situation. “And I also know that you don’t get angry easily, so they must have been real assholes.” “Oh they were, believe me.”

For the rest of the ride, we were basically gossiping about the company staff. I was listening to all the scoop Happy found out about the people who work with us and honestly, I just love this. Happy is always there for me and I feel blessed that I have someone like him. He is like my uncle but also like a big brother.

“Thank you for the ride, Happy.” “You’re welcome. And don’t stay mad, it attracts wrinkles,” he winked before I closed the door with a big smile and he drove away.

Walking up to the door, our doorman opened the entrance with a kind smile and I was hoping my smile seemed genuine. As soon as I reached the elevator, I stepped out of my heels and picked them up. Pressed the metal button of the elevator and just in a second the door opened and I walked in. I adjusted my hair in the mirror and smoothed out the wrinkles on my blouse.

Hearing the ding of the elevator, I turned around and walked to our door. The beautiful black wooden door with the gray numbers on it was just a relief to see.

Struggling to find my keys in my bag, I knocked on the door so Nat would open it for me.

Still searching for the keys, just as my fingers tangled in the set, the door opened.

Quickly looked up and there was Nat. Her hair in a low bun as her hair grew so much that she could tie it up now. A baggy shirt was hanging on her shoulder, revealing her sharp collarbone, and just as her neck met her shoulder there was a fading red line, she must have just scratched it.

Tight shorts were barely visible on her as the shirt mostly covered it, but her perfectly shaped thighs were on display, for my eyes only. She stood barefoot on the wooden floor, looking just as desirable as always.

Her words broke my trans as she repeated the same thing for the third time. “Are you okay?” I looked up at her eyes, blinking away the haze. “Yeah, sorry I just… You look pretty,” I smiled at her puzzled look. She tilted her head and looked me up and down. Her eyes stuck on the pair of heels dangling from my hand.

Natasha stepped away from the doorway and I walked in, stopping in front of her to lean and peck her lips. As I was gonna let her go, her hand held onto my waist while the other closed the door.

I let my heels fall to the ground, my arms instantly going around Nat’s neck, holding onto the back of her head. Broke away from the kiss just to take a breath and gave a sloppy kiss on her cheek. “I missed you extra today,” I mumbled into her shoulder as I hugged her body close. Her soft hand was going up and down on my back as the other was playing with my hair.

“Did something happen? How was the presentation?” Asked Natasha, curiously lifting her head away, wanting to see my face. “Let me sit down first, I had to stand all day,” I sighed and pulled her to the kitchen where I sat on a bar chair right by the counter.

Nat stood between my legs, holding both my hands and caressing the back of them. “Brook was there… again. He was an asshole the whole time and after everything, Rhodey came up to me and he took that fuckers side and didn’t even try to understand my side of the story and I just got so angry,” I said a little frustrated about the whole thing. “But you did great, didn’t you?” Natasha asked, brushing a piece of hair behind my ear. “I-I guess… it’s just you know, very fucking frustrating when some asshole tries to ruin your work for no reason and your supposed to be long time friend doesn’t take your side,” I played with the hem of her shirt. “Next time I see him, Brook, I will break his jaw,” I quickly looked up at her and saw the little devilish smirk pulling on her full lips. “I can do that too,” I raised an eyebrow and she cupped my face with her hands, tilting my head up slightly. “Yes, I know, but it’s not good for the business if you go around and kick people in the jaw.” I shrugged at her words and Nat chuckled. She kept her eyes locked on mine, her thumb brushing under my eye. “I love you,” the light whisper over my lips sent shivers down my spine. “I love you.”

Tilted my head just enough to connect our lips. I slid my hands over to the back of her thighs, bringing her closer. “Hmm… baby you’re doing it again,” Natasha moaned in my mouth, her lips falling on the side of my neck. “Do what?” I questioned with a smirk pulling on my lips. “You know. Let me love you baby,” her kisses trailed down my neck as she was nibbling with my suit jacket. “Please detka… you know I would never hurt you.” She was licking and biting my skin like she was ordered to do. Tried to contain my moans and whimpers but she basically sunk her teeth into my skin and I couldn’t hold it much longer. “You’ve been wearing all these skirts and gosh I can’t hold myself back anymore baby. Can’t you see I long for you, hmm?” I ran my hand through her red locks, letting the hair tie fall to the ground. Pushed her face further into my cleavage as Natasha was basically eating down my blouse. She was undoing button after button, speaking her way under my skirt making fall all over again and making my walls crumble down.

“Gosh I crave you every minute of day,” her words just made my heart beat so fast as if I was running a marathon. I quickly got rid of my jacket and stood up, grabbing her face and kissing Natasha oh so passionately. Our lips crashed together, teeth knocked against the others but we didn’t care because it just felt right. Letting myself fall into her touch and fully letting her take control was a big step but man did it feel like heaven?

“Ah, aren’t you desperate?” She asked cockily , dragging her nails down my exposed stomach. “Just for you, honey,” I slid my hands down to her sides, bringing the shirt over her head, letting me see her fully naked upper body. “You’re definitely a boobs person,” Natalia said jokingly but I looked up in her eyes with a serious look. “Excuse you, but I’m a thighs person.” She laughed at my statement, but quickly brought me closer by the sides of my fully opened blouse. “Yeah, well I am a boobs person so I would like to get rid of these if you don’t mind,” her words were dragged down my neck as she was licking my skin all the way to the valley of my breasts, pulling down my blouse. “How can you be cocky in these moments too… gosh and even with a straight face,” I mumbled but the next moment Natasha reached behind my thighs and picked me up like it was the easiest thing. “It’s the way to your pants baby,” she looked up at me with a proud smile and I gently hit her shoulder while also wrapping my legs around her waist keeping myself secure too. “That is not true.” “It isn’t? My bad, but it works every time,” she kissed my collarbone while making our way to the bedroom.

***

“Moya lyubov’ (my love)…” Felt the buzzing on Natasha’s chest as she was speaking. “Hm?” I followed the line of one of her scars alongside the right side of her rib cage. “How are you feeling?” She asked. I stopped touching the healed wound and lifted my head and put my chin on my hand which laid on her upper chest.

Her hypothesizing green eyes were staring at me with so much love that it was almost hard to believe that this moment was real. Soft caresses gave me goosebumps on my back, as her fingertips danced around my bare back. Our legs were tangled as we laid between the black silk sheets.

“Like I’m on drugs,” I said bluntly and her face did not change one bit. She understood the feeling. “Everything is so addicting about you and I just can’t get enough. That’s how I feel. 24/7.” Natasha’s pupils got wider, and her touches slowed down. “You know I would die for you.” She said out of nowhere, but it did not surprise me.

“And I would for you.” I said it back, looking right in her soul and trying my best to show her what she makes me feel. She is my drug, and I don’t have one clean vein in my body.

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Thais would be the last part in Chapter 3🖤 thank you for the love with this one too, I’ll be soon posting Chapter 4: Captain America: The Winter Soldier - Partners in crime ❤️‍🔥

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written last summer, revised in december

lyrics:

who's that face inside my mirror? it's you! mrs bouquet

yarn or t-shirts ripped up or cut her scratching post watches me sleep like a figure i say that i love her but she might just be cute a thing that dies easy I cower like a sinner

she is not helping her purring makes me colder like a radiator reminding me i need metal to stay warm my mom says ill outlive her so i'd better love her now i haven't called home in ages i'm scared of how she brings all she can bring and never gets to rest i don't think i'll outlive her i think that's for the best

cold air is killing me bouquet gets loved for free we're both so sleepy think i'll slip into the sea schrodinger's moon face so lingers this hate i think it's too late to make big decisions

i'm unpacking again and mrs bouquet's in the boxes sleeping playing scratching surely hatching plans to slip away i tell her i will tape up the cardboard flaps i will nail shut the catflap i will ship her somewhere else tucked inside a mail truck whispers on a train i promise she'll be warm and safe and loved with some daughter who doesn't love the rain

candles wax and hardwood floors covered in blissful bed soars simmered milk cinnamon silt nudging open the parlor door

entertain me i won't love you if you don't i cannot be caring for things that just live life to live it curled up where my friends would be seated if i wasn't lonely if i wasn't selfish

either way . . .

the train will be delayed the mailman will die i let her stay i look into her eyes and i see snake eyes

leave out the cat flap hit by a car latchkey cats don't tend to get far wilting in the rain bent, unarranged i'm trying i'm trying i'm trying to love this gift but love is hard

little obsolete useless meat

a woman's car idles on the side of the street she snaps your neck to put you out of your misery in a little while she'll adopt a cat to make it up to god, or some shit like that

i'm staying with her now i don't know what she's done her house smells like burnt sugar i don't know what i've done i like her more than you i'd do it all again you can't compete with people we never eat the hens

who's that face inside my mirror is it someone brand new no i'm stuck back here with you it smells like dirt and worms something on the stovetop abandoned and wet

i think tapeworms are killing you but i won't call the vet no i won't fall for emotions corroding my organs to liquid my dresses to dust i hate these walls i'll do what i must the tapeworms will die the mailtruck will crash i tape up the box i send you to crash i miss you my friend i don't tape the box the street you were dashed on's doors will unlock with time and grace dissolving foundations like worms on the interstate scratches on my face

i say, "i promise i will never hurt you," but she never never thought i would