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wonderingpanda · 3 months ago

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Hey 👋 so excited that you are writing for the boys of Tales of the tmnt. I was wondering if you can write something about the female reader going to the costume party dressed up as Leo’s favorite female character (whatever you like) and he ends up all cute and flustered that he can’t stop looking at the reader through out the party. Something fluffy and cute.

Please and Thank you 🙏

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Tottmnt!Leo x Fem!Reader

Finally, I finished it!🎉🥳 Tbh, I wasn’t too sure who to put as Leo’s favourite female character and at first I was thinking more Star Trek (because I think it’s pretty well known that the Leo’s are sci-fi lovers) but I didn’t know how many people would be familiar with it so I chose to go off the Batman reference from the movie. Anyway, that was really unnecessary but I felt like sharing the process. Please enjoy, I hope you like it!

Down in the sewers, Leo was busy sprawled out on his bed, working on his comic book as usual.

“They’re heroes, yeah, woo, yeah!” He whispered as he continued drawing.

“You’re my hero Leo!” He whispered the words as he drew a picture of Y/n L/n, a friend from school he had started crushing on. He kicked his legs giddily as he began daydreaming of scenarios where he got to save her, show off his skills, hold her in his arms as they travelled along rooftops… if only that could be reality.

“Come on Leo, you’re gonna make us late!” Donnie called from the other side of the room.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!”

Instead of working on his comic tonight though, Leo was going to be attending a costume party with the rest of his brothers. They only had a little while to get ready, so the boys began getting dressed up and gathering their things.

“C’mon, ergh-almost! *huff* You couldn’t of gone with a more shell friendly outfit!?” Raph lifted his head up, he was helping Leo get on the rest of his costume.

“Come on, just pull!” Leo complained. They continued a back-and-forth struggle till the final piece eventually fell into place.

“There!” Raph huffed “You happy?”

“Yes actually.” Leo smiled proudly before his face shifted to a nervous frown. He began twisting around to check how he looked and anxiously glanced at Raph. “Do you think Y/n will like it?”

He burst out laughing. “Please, Y/n’ll like whatever costume you decide to put on. I mean, you look like a dork but I don’t think she’ll care.”

“Ok.. wait, what’s that supposed to mean?” But Leo wasn’t given an answer as Donnie came rushing between them.

“Do you think we should leave now or in a couple minutes? Cos the party starts in like 13 but I looked up party etiquette on Wikipedia and it says you’re supposed to be there 30 minutes after start time.”

“Wikipedia, seriously?” Leo judged.

“Well it’s not like you have any experience with this stuff!” Donnie pointed out.

“You’re right, I don’t.” Leo admitted. “And because of that, I say it’s best to just play it safe and leave now so we can arrive on time.”

“You just want to see Y/n, don’t you?” Mikey teased, poking out from behind the three.

“I do not!” He defended.

“Yeah right, I bet you can’t wait to see her all dressed up.” Donnie smirked.

“Oh please stop.”

“Yeah, and he’ll probably ask her to dance.” Raph joined in.

“Ask her to- what? No!”

“Aww you’re probably gonna try and get all cozy with her so you can start making out together. Mm mm mwa!” Mikey made the noise right next to Leo’s ear, causing him to jump.

“No, no and no.” Leo pointed at each of his brothers. “We’re just going to go and everything’s going to be chill, no one’s going try or ask or do anything. Ok?”

His brothers all exchanged squinted side-eyes before Donnie casually shrugged. “Whatever you say Nardo.”

“But seriously, let’s go. It’s party time!” Raph cheered as they all began to leave.

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The lower half of building where the party was happening was entirely quiet in contrast to the loud bass and blaring lights that could be seen and heard towards the top level.

Leo and his brothers were caught up in some conversation when they opened the door but stopped as they were immediately swarmed by almost everyone in the room.

“Hey, oh my gosh it’s you!”

“Yo guys, the turtles are here!”

“Love the costumes.”

Amongst the chaos Leo managed to spot April doing her best to wave from the back of the crowd.

“Hey guys I see April, imma go over and say hi.”

“Yeah I gotta go to, see you all.” Donnie quickly waved as he headed over to talk to his friends.

As they all disbanded so did the crowd and Leo was able to easily walk across the room.

“Hey April!” He smiled and waved.

“Leo, hey! You all good after whatever that was.” April raised her eyebrows and glanced over to the entrance before looking back at Leo.

“Yeah, it’s still hard to get used to so many people liking us now.” He nervously laughed.

“Speaking of people who like you.” April mumbled. “Hey Y/n, Leo’s here!”

Y/n glanced to where the two were and turned to start walking over. “Oh, hey Leo!”

Leo looked over in her direction, feeling a pile of nerves simply at the prospect of greeting her. But when he saw what she was wearing everything increased by a million.

It was like one of those slow motion sparkly walks that you see in movies. Where everything fades out and all you can see is the pretty love interest waking forward with romantic music playing in the background. At least, that’s how Leo saw it.

“Hey, Y/n. Uh I like your costume. Catwoman! You look amazing.” His cheeks heated up the longer he spent looking at her.

“Thanks! I was originally thinking of going as Carol Marcus (Star Trek character, for those who don’t know) but I figured people would get this reference more.” She smiled and held her hands together.

Oh wow, so no matter what she wore she was going to end up dressing as the love interest for one of the heroes he pictured himself as. Leo figured he may as well die on the spot because his brain was no longer working.

“Oh, so you’re into older stuff. That’s pretty cool.” Seriously Leo, that just sounded obnoxious!

“Yeah. Well anyway, I’m going to go get something to drink. Do either of you want anything?” Y/n asked. April waved off the offer.

“Nah I’m good, thanks though!”

“You don’t need to get me anything.” Leo shyly smiled. Thank goodness blush was less visible on his skin or else he’d be dead.

“Okay! I’ll see you guys around then. See you later!” Y/n waved as she walked off into the crowd.

“Bye!” April called.

“See ya!” Leo anxiously chuckled. He stood in a slouched position for a moment.

“At least try to stand upright when you’re talking to her. You look like you just got punched in the gut.” April advised, causing Leo to stand upright quickly.

“Oh r-right, of course.” He coughed into his hand and gave April a blatant, overly toothy smile.

“So.” She spoke up. “What did you think of Y/n’s costume?”

“C-costume. Right, yes, her costume. I love it I think it’s really pretty and well-made.” Leo closed his eyes in an attempt to stay composed. An attempt that failed miserably, I might add.

“Maybe you should have gone as Batman, then you two could’ve paired up.” Leo frowned and gave April an aggressive side-eye.

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t.” April smiled and patted Leo on the head, causing him to sigh and look down.

“No I don’t.”

Y/n’s costume was the only thing on Leo’s mind for the rest of the night. Anytime he noticed her he couldn’t help but sneak glances every few minutes.

He was talking to a group of friends and had to be snapped back to reality as he couldn’t stop looking over in her direction.

There was even a point where she noticed him and he immediately looked away with a bright red face. But, then again, his face was already a blushing mess for most of the night.

He could barely get near Y/n because every time he did, his heart would race and he’d begin to feel an overwhelming amount of nerves? Love? Maybe a mix of both…

Either way, point is he was helpless. Helpless to his own feelings. So when everyone started gathering to dance to a popular song and Y/n grabbed his hand to pull him in, oh how the world felt irrelevant.

Little did he know, Y/n did this intentionally so she’d be able to dance with him. The two looked at each other and began laughing while uncontrollably smiling as the music played.

Feeling bold, Y/n decided to go in for a dip which caught Leo off-guard but he succeeded in catching her. Now they were even closer, very much unbelievably closer. What would happen if the two just inched their faces forward and…

“Who wants to play truth or dare!” Some random person yelled, leading the entire room to erupt into cheers.

Y/n quickly followed the large crowd of people as a circle started to form and waved over Leo as he was still repeating that entire sequence of events in his head. Was that a ‘we should kiss’ moment or a ‘we’re having fun’ moment because he really couldn’t tell!

Well now it was over and he instead found himself in a circle with Donnie on his right, Raph on his left, and Y/n sat opposite him from across the circle.

The game began and went on for a few rounds till some guy decided to point at Y/n.

“Y/n! Truth or dare?” Feeling hyped up, Y/n chose to go for the more interesting choice.

“Dare.”

The guy let out a menacing chuckle and began rubbing his hands together. “Alright, I dare you… to text your crush.”

“Pfft what are you, five?” Y/n burst out laughing.

“Five year olds can text now?” He asked.

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully before pulling her phone out. Leo’s mind started racing. Who was she going to text? Would it be him? What if it wasn’t him? What if she lied? What if it was one of his brothers? What if-

“I can’t, phones dead.” She shrugged before placing her phone back down beside her. The guy groaned.

“Ok. Then I dare you… to pledge your elegance to the holy sanctimony of caterpillar.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Y/n raised her eyebrows.

“It’s a thing.” He nonchalantly replied.

“It’s not a thing.” The girl next to him shook her head. He waved his hand dismissively at her.

“It’s totally a thing.”

“Alright then. I pledge my elegance to the holy sanctimony of caterpillar.” Y/n gave a confused look as the guy raised his fists.

“Huzzah! Welcome, to the caterpillar cult.” She stifled a laugh at his absurd announcement.

“What the? Uh, ok I guess that’s my turn. Um… Leo! Truth or dare?” She made eye contact with him, only briefly but still.

“Uh, um. Ehh truth.” Stupid Leo. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Y/n began to look around for ideas. “Ok, since we were on the topic of crushes I think it’s only right to ask; who do you have a crush on?” She smiled and leaned forward, followed by everyone else in the circle.

Honestly, she may have played it as a teasing joke but Y/n genuinely wanted to know. Yes she knew he’d probably lie but his response would at least give away something.

“Who do I have a crush on?” Leo began sweating bullets and avoided eye contact at all costs. “Uh well I have a crush on a girl, human, a human girl. Yep, that’s-that’s who it is.”

“Uh huh. Yeah I asked who they are not what they are so, I’m gonna need a little more information than that.” Y/n smiled deviously, she just wanted to know a little

more.

“She’s charming, s-smart, uh pretty very pretty ca-c-p-person that, of whom I know to a certain degree.” He began internally cringing at how he had stuttered. Dammit Leo! Why do you have to be you?

Y/n sat there for a good moment, analysing all the info she’d just got out of him. “Mmm… good enough! You go.”

He let out a quiet sigh of relief before turning to his right. “Whew. Donnie, truth or dare?

“Truth.” Not a moment of hesitation.

Leo smiled jokingly, hoping to act all teasing to take the pressure off of himself. “Who do you have a cru-“

“Don’t.” Donnie replied sternly.

“Ok.” He got the message and quickly reeled back.

The game finished up soon after and everyone split off to go do different things.

The rest of the night went as it did before. Leo would be talking to someone, look over in Y/n’s direction, feel like his stomach had turned into a butterfly enclosure and turn back to the people he was talking too, ignoring the increasing blush covering his face.

Every minute, every second, every waking moment of his existence had just been infiltrated by the thought of Y/n and her stunning outfit.

And Y/n noticed. Oh she noticed. It’s what led her to walk up to him the second she saw he was alone.

“Hey Leo.” She sat down next to him. Oh boy, here he goes again.

“Hey Y/n, again. How many times have we greeted each other tonight now?” Leo wondered leading Y/n to giggle slightly.

“I don’t know. The party’ll be over soon so I figured I’d try to sneak in one more moment with you before we all have to leave.” She leaned to the side and bumped her shoulder playfully with his. Leo’s eyes widened after hearing what she said.

“It’s already near the end? That was quick.” Y/n burst out laughing.

“Leo, it’s like 11pm. We’ve been here for hours!”

“Wait seriously!?” He sat up straighter with his hands as support before sinking back into a comfortable position. “Huh, time really does fly by.”

A moment of silence passed till Leo decided to ignore his nerves and speak up.

“By the way, I never actually told you how much I like your outfit.”

“Oh you don’t have to.” Y/n tried to wave him off.

“But seriously, it’s super pretty and looks amazing on you. I love it.” Leo grinned genuinely while gesturing to her outfit.

“Thanks Leo, I love your costume too. How did you even manage to get it on?” Y/n wondered.

“Help from Raph.” Leo stated.

“Ahh I see...” They both fell into silence again for a little while. Feeling nervous, Y/n glanced to the side and decided to just drop the bomb by asking “Are we- do we have a thing going on between us or is that just me being stupid?”

“Huh, uh w-what?” Leo’s eyes widened in shock as he turned to look at her. She in turn looked in his direction, although her gaze rested just a little off to the side from his face as she felt too anxious to make eye contact with him.

“Like I know, or at least I think I know, that you’ve been looking over at me a few times tonight and it felt like there was something going on back when we were dancing with everyone else. So I’m just wondering if it’s like a thing or not, you know?” Y/n chose to finally make eye contact with Leo and was met with his adorably awkward, blushing face.

“I’m going to be totally honest with you I assumed you just thought I was being weird.” He sunk his head down a little, tensing at the topic of conversation. Y/n smiled and shook her head in disbelief.

“Leo you’re like the most amazing person I know. Also, I’m not gonna lie, I thought it was pretty cute how you were acting the whole night.” She blushed and look down to the side again. Leo was once again overcome with surprise but tried his best to keep it together.

“You thought, oh. I think your pretty cute too uh not just in that costume but in general like I think your super pretty every day, all the time.” He laughed nervously and gave Y/n an adoring look.

“Ok I’m just going to say it because I think it’s super obvious at this point.” Y/n took a deep breath to try and calm down. “I’ve already practically said it but I like you. And I mean that in a more than friends way.” She confessed.

“Thank god, because I like you as so much more than a friend.” Leo sighed. Y/n smiled and decided to lean in, whispering something in his ear. Leo quickly perked up and his entire face turned pink.

“Heh.”

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Leo smiled nervously as he walked back towards a corner of the room, Y/n following.

“You know I’m not really used to this kind of thing so I don’t know-“

He didn’t even get a complete sentence out before Y/n began to kiss him. They kissed again as she wrapped her arms around his neck and slightly pushed him further back. They went for another kiss and another before they both pulled away and Leo sighed.

“I love being a turtle.”

They both smiled and quickly went back to their make-out session. Best party ever.

What no one noticed though was the mysterious figure hidden on the side of a building facing the party. They were dressed in purple and black with a mask covering their entire face, yellow buggish eyes that looked almost like goggles, a long bandana wrapped around their head and the symbol of a red foot displayed clearly on the front of their outfit.

“I’ve located the turtles, and it looks like they’ve already made some friends.”

I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I know it’s just meant to be fluff but I couldn’t help myself, I need the foot clan to appear already 😭. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed. Please keep requesting, peace, love, and have an awesome day/night wherever you are!✨

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lookismaddict · 1 year ago

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Jake Kim x Fem! Reader Oneshot 🔞 || Birthday Gift 🎁

Dedicated to: @hanaa-ogk (Happy early birthday! ❤️)

NSFW: Sexual content including nudity, groping, grinding, penetration, praising, breeding kink, etc.

Scenario: Jake Kim invited you to come over to his place to celebrate your birthday. Little did you know, he actually had something BIG planned for you…

It’s that time of the year again, and it always seems to get old. The more you age, the lesser you tend to get excited for your birthday, acting like it’s no big deal.

However, your perspective changed from just one text message.

Your family held a small birthday party for you, which began in the morning and lasted all the way to the evening. Eating your favorite foods, to blowing out the usual birthday cake, to taking pictures and posting them on Facebook became the yearly norm for you. At least now, everyone is either knocked out on the couch or had gone off to work for the night, leaving you to be the only one who’s still awake in the house.

You were about to head into your room to sleep early for today, until you suddenly heard a notification ping from your phone. Reaching into your pocket for your phone to see what the notification was about, you turned it on to see that it was from none other than your beloved boyfriend, Jake Kim. Involuntarily, your heart began to beat rapidly from the sight of his name on your phone screen.

You scurried over to your room in a rush, then immediately shut the door behind you. Crashing onto your bed with your back landing on your soft mattress, you read his text message with your heart still anxiously pattering away.

“Happy birthday to the prettiest girl in the whole wide world!! 🥳❤️ I hope you had a fun time today with your family. It would’ve been better if I had joined, but you refused to even let me go. 😔”

Giggling at his text message, your fingers quickly tapped away breezily.

“Thank you, my love. 😘 As much as I really missed you today, I didn’t want you to go through all of the embarrassing questions that my parents would have asked you, and force you to have to take pictures with us. I think you’ve already suffered enough. 😅”

“It’s fine! I’m a big boy, I can handle whatever question they throw at me. 😤💪🏽”

“I don’t know, that doesn’t sound so reassuring to me. You would’ve regretted coming over if you did went… 😬”

“Hahahaha!! Since you said that you missed me today, then… How about you come over to my place?”

Raising an eyebrow at his sudden invitation, you questioned him curiously.

“Like… right now? 😳”

“Yeah, right now. I actually have a present waiting for you. If you want to come and pick it up, then you’re going to have to come over and get it yourself. 😎”

You thought about it for a minute until you’ve reached your conclusion.

“Ok, fine. I’ll come over to get it. Geez, you’re lucky that I love you so much. I’m even sacrificing the amount of sleep that I could’ve had right now! 😫”

“Oh, don’t worry love. You’ll get as much sleep as you want eventually. 😏”

Reading that last message caused you to furrow your eyebrows in pure confusion.

“What? Wdym by that? 🤨”

“I’ll leave the door unlocked for you, so just go straight to my room when you get here. I’ll be waiting~”

That was odd. You noticed how he completely ignored that last message that you sent him, but you decided to let it go. After all, you haven’t seen Jake for quite a while now. The thought of coming over to his place made your stomach churn in excitement. You decided to change into your best clothes because of your birthday, but that really wasn’t the main reason why. Wearing a red velvet thigh-lengthed satin dress and black strapped leather heels, you wanted to look pretty in front of your boyfriend and you wanted to impress him.

Before leaving, you left a note on the dinner table saying that you’ll be at Jake’s house for the remainder of the evening. You even took a few slices of your red velvet birthday cake with you, since you knew how much he loved red velvet cake too. That was one of the things that you both have in common. Your love for red velvet cake.

Luckily, Jake’s home wasn’t that far from yours since it was only a ten-minute walk from your house. The two of you lived nearby, so it was common for him to visit you often. Recently though, he’s been busy with his crew, Big Deal, so he couldn’t come over as frequently as he used to. Times were much simpler back then, but you understand the circumstances that he’s been in. Overall, you’re just thankful that you still get to see him and that he still manages to get home in one piece.

Finally, you’ve arrived in front of his doorstep. Like he mentioned in his text, you let yourself in without having to knock on his front door. When you entered his home, you didn’t forget to close and lock the door behind you. Calling out to him from the front door, you said aloud, “Jake, I’m here! I brought some birthday cake for you, so I’ll put it in the fridge first!” It was a while ago since you’ve been in his house again. Taking in the scent of his house, it really did smell like him. It felt nostalgic, walking around in his house again while remembering the little things that you’ve barely noticed within it. Like the pictures hanging on the walls and the furniture placed in certain parts of each room.

You went straight to the kitchen to put the plastic container of cake in his refrigerator. It was an easy task to do, which barely took any of your valuable time. Now heading back towards the front door, you began to creep up the stairs towards his room. With every creaking step, your heart started to pulsate loudly, booming audibly through your chest and in your ears. You didn’t know why, but the ringing in your ears invoked the rising tension of nervousness from within the pit of your stomach, feeling butterflies flutter. You felt your throat become parched, gulping dryly from the built up anticipation.

At last, you’ve reached the final step on top of the staircase. Navigating your way through the dark corridor, the clacking of your heels on the wooden floorboards only made your presence known from outside of his room. At the end of the hallway, you stopped right in front of Jake’s room. You were about to reach for the door knob to open it, but you hesitated. Hovering your hand over it, you closed your eyes then took a deep breath. What is there to be nervous about? It’s just Jake. Was it because you haven’t seen him in forever, that now, it felt awkward to suddenly show up in front of him? It was frustrating how your nerves currently dictated the way you acted.

No. You won’t let the awkwardness ruin your meeting with him. You’ve been looking forward to this day for so long, and now, you finally got what you wanted. You’ve been longing to see him, to touch him, and to hold him in your arms for as long as you can. You’re going to go in there, and show him how much you’ve missed him. Clearly, it’s now or never.

Mustering up the courage to enter his room, your hand instantly went for the door knob. As you twisted it, you barged into his room without any signs of hesitation anymore. While walking into his room happily, you enthusiastically pronounced, “Jake! I’m he- re…”

What in the…?

All of a sudden, your eyes widened and your jaw dropped in shock. Behind you, a small gust of wind from the door shutting sent a slight shiver down your spine, which didn’t help your current case at all. What was it, that really caused you to become immobilized in such a paralyzed state? Right in front of you, was Jake Kim sitting on the side of his bed, smiling at you with such delight that it made your heart leap a few times. “Hey, (Y/N). You’re finally here!” However, your heart didn’t seem to relax, not one bit. Why? It’s because, your boyfriend… wasn’t wearing anything at all. He was completely naked.

It was hard for you to conjure up what to say, when it’s hard to focus only on his face and not his junk. Stammering, you asked, “W-where’s the p-present th-that you… m-mentioned…?” Jake grinned proudly from ear to ear saying, “Love, don’t you get it? I AM, your present.” Still trying to comprehend what he meant by that, you answered in a weak, “W-what…?” He chuckled before leaning a bit back, to reposition himself more comfortably on his bed. Placing his hand near one of his sides on the bed, his other hand motioned you to come closer to him. “Come here, my sweet Babygirl.”

Gulping, you slowly walked towards him cautiously. Jake tilted his head up towards you, gazing into your eyes, as he held both of your hands in his. “My favorite birthday girl looks so beautiful. You’re so breathtaking, wearing such a fancy dress with these heels on. My goddess is making me want to act up. But sadly, I can’t do that right now. It’s your special day of course, so that’s why I’m allowing you to do anything to my body. You can do whatever you want, it’s my treat.” With a teasing smirk, he gave you a flirtatious wink which made you blush heatedly.

You responded in disorganized babbles. “B-but… h-how c-can I… Um… W-where d-do I… e-even…” He laughed at how you were struggling to get the right words out of your mouth. “If you need help, then you don’t have to worry with that pretty little head of yours. Here, I’ll gladly guide you…” Your heart continued to thump wildly, as your breathing was starting to hitch in agitation.

He took one of your hands and brought it onto his lips, kissing the back of your hand affectionately while glancing straight into your eyes. His eye contact on you didn’t once relieve your agitation. Commenting in almost an inaudible whisper with his lips pressed onto your hand, he said while admiring it, “You have such a beautiful hand, (Y/N). With long dainty fingers like these, they make me want to do this to them…” Jake then brought your index finger onto his lips, kissing it until he began to suck on it seductively. The temperature on your face was rising while witnessing a rare event that’s unfolding in front of you.

It was rare to see Jake so provocative, as if some sort of sex demon had possessed him. Often times, you regarded him as an angel, almost too good for someone to be as perfect as a heavenly being. His heart was big enough to fit every person that he knew in it, to care for them. Gentle and kind. His mind was so sharp, that he can cut someone with his own righteousness. A selfless, justice-seeking hero. But most importantly, his personality was so precious to you, that Jake became the most favorable treasure that you've ever cherished in your heart. A man whose whole character was made out of the finest mineral of gold.

That may be what you've interpreted from him ever since you met Jake Kim. However, you can't seem to wrap your head around this rare side of him. Another personality of his, that was unfamiliar to you. So alluring, so tempting, and yet, so bold. His large brawny hand played with your fingers, while his mouth gave them each his sweet attention. Kissing them, licking them, and sucking on them made you even more tense than before. He groaned every time his lips made contact with one of your digits, coating each one with his saliva, claiming them as his own. Noticing that you've been standing in front of him for an awfully indefinite amount of time, he stopped and encouraged you to hither closer to him, making himself more accessible to you. "Come on baby, I know you're itching to use me. No need to be so scared…" The way his free hand slid up the side of your hip and snaked onto your ass from behind, sent a warm feeling of exhilaration throughout your body. Your heat quivered from his smooth touches, which brought about the crossing of your legs. He caught onto your resistance from him, scolding you in a chastising manner. "Ah, ah, ah. Don't hide it. I want your body to be honest with me. If you hide it, then how are you going to properly use your gift now?" Jake sets your hand down gently onto your side, then placed both of his hands onto your thick thighs. With a strong grip on both, he pulled your legs apart to force you to spread for him. You gasped at how assertive he was with you, not knowing how to even react to him for being so intimidating. Eyeing the speedy travels of his hands onto your hips, he clasped the side of your hips then pulled you onto his lap to sit on his own manhood. Startled, your hands immediately held onto his shoulders in search of support to balance yourself while your legs hung on both sides of his bent knees.

From underneath your dress, you could make out the sensation of his massive thickness pressed onto the thin cloth of your underwear, twitching from the contact of the outline of your puffy folds. And you thought Jake wouldn't notice the drenched patch on your underwear? He angled his head down to see you squirming, only from the slight friction of his hard length on your veiled private. The scent of your juices permeating through your wet panties onto his solid structure caused him to groan in arousal. With a playful reverberation on the back of his throat, he cooed, "Baby, I know you felt it too. Now, tell me. What do you want me to do? You know I won't do anything, unless you give me an order." From behind your frame, his hand dragged along your exposed back in a beguiling slither, taking a lock of your hair and twirling it around his finger in a frivolous form. You were at your wits' end, huffing in sexual frustration due to how Jake was luring you into his trap. Birthday present or not, it was just an excuse for you and him to sink into your deepest desires.

If he wants you to take initiative, then so be it. Shyly, you whispered, "P-please… t-touch me…" Jake raised an eyebrow, displaying a superficial expression of cluelessness. "Touch you? What do you mean?" Biting your bottom lip, you looked at him innocently with those crystal irises of yours. "T-touch m-me… here…" You lifted your dress from beneath you, to unveil the soaked spot of your white laced panties dribbling onto his phallus. Jake then grinned in perception, pretending that he finally grasped the concept of what you were advising him to do. "Ah, you meant down there…" He whistled, marveling at the sight of how your cunt's fluids were now accumulating a pool of your transparent sap onto his girth, down to the base of where his protuberant balls were. "Would you look at that? You're already wet, princess. You want me to touch you here…?" You observed as his hand drew closer to your aching core. His fingers brushed delicately against the soppy fabric of your warmth, eliciting a moan through your glossy lips.

Jake's smile was nothing more than a display of entertainment. He continued to rub on that irresistible spot where your clit was located at, irking you to clench onto his shoulders more steadily. Your dark eyelashes fluttered in elation, as you mewled out to him in hushed tones. "Hngh, Jake… Oh, Jake~" Casually, he removed his hand from your condensation. Your needy eyes bore into his own with a desperate plea asking, "Jake, please… Why…?" He merely replied, "My lovely girl, I'm only going to suggest what's best for you, but you're going to have to tell me yourself. I'm your slave for today, so you make the choices here. Do you want me to help remove these for you?" Both his index finger and thumb snatched onto the hem of your intricately white underwear. You nodded, but then Jake didn't budge. Sighing, he laughed at your adorable sheepishness. "You're supposed to communicate to me, love. Remember? I only follow orders."

Faltering, you instructed him by commanding, "P-please… Help m-me… R-remove my… P-panties for me…" With a proud grin, he replied with, "Of course, princess." His hands carefully strung them off you, through one leg at a time. He meticulously helped you out by directing you to rest your knees onto his bed for only a brief period. It didn't take long for him to slide each side off each leg, now exposing your slit for him to view. Your bloated creases are currently touching his veiny package, giving him a small taste of how wet your cunt is from its exterior. Jake can now visibly see your swollen red bud, inflamed in all of its nerves, aching to be touched once again. His eyes focused back onto yours, asking with a hint of hope to resuming his servicing, "Would you like for me to continue, birthday girl?" You responded in a timid, "Yes, please…", before he started working his fingers onto your clit again.

The sensation of his experienced digits was very pleasurable to you, earning moans of bliss while Jake gave you the best fingering that a girl could ever ask for. Your facial expression grew into twisted titillation, arms swarming around his neck and sighing into his ear sinfully crying out, "Ahhh… Jake, i-it… f-feels… mmph- good…" He turned his head to take a glimpse at how teary your eyes have turned, due to his fingers flicking your clit, applying pressure that collected an even louder moan out of you. "Does it feel good, my love? Am I satisfying you, how you wanted?" Unstable as your sanity was, you answered him back nodding, "Yes, i-it's… so g-good… Hah… P-please, m-more… I w-want it… Ahhh… i-inside…" Clinging onto him with your arms around his neck, you rocked your hips onto his hand, indicating that you needed more attention to your breathing core. The vibration of your vagina contracted repeatedly inside of you, as if begging for him to be the one to satiate you in that region.

He was a bit awestricken at how needy you've become, especially when it was only from his hand. Snickering, he said, "With pleasure, my love." His digits teased your entrance first, touching to feel how soaked your heat had become from the treatment he was giving you on your clit. Your whines was what sent Jake into slight sadism. How ironic, to witness a slave actually enjoying feeding into your sensual distress. "Jake, please…" Chuckling to himself at your despair, he confessed, "I'm sorry baby, I couldn't help myself. You're cute whenever you beg for me like that." Subsequently, Jake plunged a finger deep into you with one slick. He didn't have any trouble inserting it, since your body fluids acted as the lube he really needed. Over and over again, he prodded them in and out of you, fascinated by the erotic sounds he was making while stirring up your insides. You wriggled under his touch actively. Head pointed up towards the ceiling, eyes rolling back into your head, mouth drooling from the corners of your lips, and larynx emitting the most lewdest of noises, became the pinnacle vision that Jake had ever laid eyes on. This phenomena that he was witnessing sounded like music to his ears.

"Mmmnnn… Jake, r-right th-there…" Your broken voice lit something inside of Jake, that he hadn't felt in forever. How long has it been since he had touched you, and pleased you like this? He couldn't recall, but he was familiar with the incredible sounds that you were making. It was thrilling to say the least, but there was more to it that Jake could describe. Just seeing his girl go mad due to his own touches, really grew on him. Being that special someone to witness this obscene side of you was one of the unique aspects of your relationship that he had fallen to. This became his addiction. His guilty pleasure. His sinful calling. It was torture having to stay away from you for a while to take care of some crew related business. When times were rough, he wanted to hold you in his arms, and never let you go. But, oh, how he missed pleasuring you and making you go weak in the sheets…

Jabbing another finger into you, you wailed in euphoric discords. His fingers curled at that deep angle, that caused you to throw your head back in symphonic rapture. You were panting, tears trickling down the sides of your rosy cheeks from the heat and the carnality. The sound of your voice became hoarse, from all of the moaning you were broadcasting in his room, which ricochet off of the sturdy walls. These noises became one of the main sounds that hypnotized Jake to do more for you. Jake whispered into your ear, whetting you on with his sexy voice. "Do you hear it, (Y/N)? Do you hear how dirty these sounds are? Mmmm… you sound like you're having way too much fun with this. Did you miss it? Me, giving you my attention?" You were unable to respond to him, too engrossed in the intensity of the reverence that he's generously granting you. "My poor girl, you must be lonely. Not having to have your kind boyfriend to give you what you needed. That's alright, sweetheart. I'm here now to give you what you want…" When his fingers punctured your g-spot harder, the opening of your jaw slacked, vocalizing a louder response of contentment from you. Your elastic walls have been coiling around his fingers, leaving a cold shudder to bolt right through your entire body. His sweet-talking left a rich impression to your ears, that it so happened to turn you on even more. Chuckling in satisfaction, he implied, "There you go. There's the sound that I love to hear. Let it all out, (Y/N). You know how much I love hearing your gorgeous voice. God, you're still so tight. Let's loosen you up, okay? See, you're even sucking up my fingers down here…" Whimpering, you didn't know how much you could take it. You're so close to orgasming, that Jake was doing so well, working you up to your peak. In fragmented sobs, you moaned his name steamily. "Ja- ahhh… -aaake… Jaaa- uhn… -ake…" Keen to your dejected squeals, he pressed attentively, "What is it, baby? Tell me." With your body trembling, your eyes stared into his on impulse, warning him, "I-I… hah… I-I'm… c-close…" Jake responded heedlessly, "Oh, are you now? That's good. Go on then, love. Cum for me." The movement of his pointers got rougher by the minute. Your pussy began to resonate around him, clenching in and out around his feelers while your heart raced like it was going to burst. He sensed his fingers being swallowed up by your gash, soothing you through your overstimulation. "Ease into it… That's it, good girl~" Chanting in libidinous prayer, you begged in between sobs, "Jake… hic- P-please… don't… s-stop…" Leaning his face closer to the side of your face, he kissed one of your saturated cheeks, alleviating you of the knot that was building up in your stomach. "Don't worry my precious girl, I won't." Cascades of shimmering tears escaped from your long lashes then down your cheeks, where his lips were still pressed onto one of them. With one final cry, your body convulsed and climaxed onto his hand, showering your own discharge that has now gotten all over his lap, including his dick.

The lingering stimulation of your jubilation resulted you to produce bodily tremors. Panting while trying to catch your breath on how explosively gratifying his fingering game was, Jake rewarded you with a tender kiss on your forehead. "You did so well, sweetheart. I'm so proud of you." Exhausted, your voice wavered saying, "Th-thank… you…" He rest his dry hand on the top of your head and patted your head gently with care, smiling dotingly at you. "You're very welcome, love. I love treating you, in any way possible. Even when we're both alone together, like how we are right now." He playfully winked at you, drawing his fluid-covered hand closer to his mouth, licking his own hand clean from your vaginal discharge. This naughtiness of his spurred you to blush before letting out a diverted giggle after he was done cleaning himself up. You kissed him back on his cheek, treasuring his sincerity towards you.

His fingers trailed down the sides of your hair, stroking a lock from your head, bringing it onto his lips to kiss it. “My beloved birthday girl, we have a long way to go. What else do you want me to do, besides me satisfying you with my fingers?” Without having to think about it, you answered straightaway with, “Help me strip.” Jake was somewhat surprised at your forwardness, that he had to laugh. “You now getting used to ordering me around, princess?” The red flush on your cheeks returned, as you shook your head in denial. “N-no, I was just-” Jake interrupted to console you. “Babe, I’m kidding. No need to stress, alright? It’s your special day, so I’m happy to serve you as best as I can. Here, let me help you with your dress.”

Jake gently stripped you by starting at the dress’s spaghetti straps. On the left, he grabbed onto it and nudged it off to the side. “Ok, can you slip out of it from here?” You nodded with an affirmative, “Yeah.”, pulling your own arm out to be set free from the strap’s restriction. He did the same for the opposite one, and right when both straps have been removed, he held your dress from the sides then gave you a request. “Can you hold your arms up, like you’re reaching for the stars?” As silly as his instruction may sound, you obeyed him, surveying how he pulled your dress off in one vertical sweep.

After doing so, your body became half naked, with your private out in the open and your chest still concealed underneath a pretty white strapless underwire bra. Jake’s eyes narrowed in desire at the visibility of how well the bra fit your breasts so perfectly. The only words that he could muster were, “My Angel…”, which sent your heart on a mile run and the rest of your body in a scorching frenzy, that you could’ve sworn that your entire face had turned into a delectable cherry. Jake is currently dealing with a self-restraint conflict in his head. The urge to snatch it off of you in one go tempted him greatly, but he knew he had to behave himself for tonight. Resisting the desire to rip the bra off of you, Jake confronted you by asking straightforwardly. “Will you let me remove it for you?” Nodding, you gave him permission to do so.

Automatically, he tossed your dress at the end of the bed while his hands seized the strap from behind you to unclip your bra. Fiddling with it impatiently, Jake cursed under his breath saying, “Why are these things so hard to put on and take off?” At least he was aware of one of the struggles that women have to go through. You laughed at him struggling to unclasp your bra from behind. Agreeing with him, you jostled, “That’s what ‘being a woman’ is all about, Jake.” Jake clicked his tongue in frustration, still trying to unlatch your bra from behind. “Now, I feel for all of you women. The struggle IS real. Why can’t society just… free the breasts instead?” You continued to laugh at his unintentional jokes, loving how he suddenly turned into an advocate for women because of your bra. An unexpected click was heard from behind you, as Jake cheered in victory. “Aha! I finally got it off!” When he got your bra off, he chucked it at the same spot where your dress was located at. Giggling in pride for your boyfriend’s achievement, you jested, “Good boy, Jakey! Do you want head pats?” You reached your hand over to the top of his head to pet his head, smoothing your fingers through his soft dark hair.

Jake leaned his head closer to you to give you access to his head, while he crooned in a receptive fashion. “That feels nice…“, he opined in glee. Smiling, you asked, “Really?” He nodded in response. “Yeah, it does. But…” He grabbed onto the hand that was petting him, by the wrist, then transferred it onto his drenched cock that was covered in your juices. Whispering into your ear, he uttered, “It would feel a lot better if this was inside you. Wouldn’t you agree?” Your face lit up in a glowing panic, unable to say a single word but a startled cheep. It was like you flipped his switch somehow, and you didn’t know how. It was WAY too sudden. The bashfulness on your face was an adorable state for him to witness, which influenced him to tease you further. Feeling his breath on your ear, he proceeded to whisper sweet nothings for you to get off on. “It’s yours, baby. Do anything you want to it, and to me. Tell me what you really want. Make me follow your orders, for tonight…” You felt both of his hefty arms fastened around your waist. With you still sitting on top of his lap, the built up arousal within you started to rise bit by bit. Your breathing became shakier than usual, as your flustered body felt the rush of heat coursing through your heaving lungs.

Whatever he was doing was working, and he knew that for a fact. He’s doing all this on purpose, making it unbearable for you to withstand his teasing and his seduction. When was he ever a sucker for words like that? All this sweet-talking was making you squirm and scoot yourself closer onto his wet balls, as if pleading him to help you relieve yourself from your sexual rut. The beating of your heat became torturous. It was magnifying to even be drawn to him in the first place, but the way he was provoking you indirectly without having to caress your sensitive spots or to graze even the slightest millimeter of your skin was harrowing. Easing into your breaking point further, Jake chuckled, asking with an impish smile on his mug. “Am I turning you on, princess? I can feel your kitty twitching on my crotch…” You were at your limit. Instinctively, you propped your arms over his shoulder, returning your arms around his neck where they rightfully belong. As you began to move your hips back and forth, you straddled his groin, showing him how much you needed him right now. “Jake, I need you…” The instance when you stared at him with your puppy-dog eyes, and the whining that can be heard from the back of your uvula, stirred up something inside of Jake that it affected how his cock acted. When he looked down at his crotch, he saw his own prick twinging on his stomach, standing up on end. His tip was swollen in a hint of red, aching for some attention. The veins on the sides of his prong were bulging, clearly from the blood flowing onto his scorching dick. The self restraint that he had to endure was painful to him, that he couldn’t do anything but to wait for your instructions on when or how he should act. The discipline that he had to go through was driving his mental state onto the edge.

Still trying to patiently restrain himself, he sneered in impatience still trying to maintain his character. Questioning in a stern tone, he asked, “Need me for what?” You furrowed your eyebrows in frustration too, but your profile was more expressive and obvious than his was. The both of you wanted each other badly, yet he couldn’t do anything about it. He had to rely on you to make the first move. At that moment, your words sprung out of your mouth like they were dying to be heard, since they were trapped in the back of your throat. There was no room for guilt, or shamefulness anymore. Your desire for him was enough for you to communicate to him about how much you needed his skin on yours. “I need you to make love to me, Jake. Please, I can’t wait anymore! I want you to touch me, to run your hands all over my body… And I need you inside of me, and I want you to do anything and everything to me!! Just… show me how much you love me…” Jake’s eyes widened at your boldness, as he felt a pang in his chest, relieved to have his silent prayers heard in the back of his mind. Smirking, he asked while loosening his grip on your waist by retracting one of his hands to cup your face with care. His facial expression softened, gazing straight into your eyes with such sympathy. “My babygirl… Are you sure that you want me to do ‘anything and everything’ to you? I might not be able to hold myself back if I do.” You glanced back at him, nodding. Sighing, he smiled adoringly at you, thinking of how his birthday plan for you had completely gone down the drain. So much for self restraint.

The corner of his mouth slightly curved upward, as his lips grew into a mischievous smile. “You better not regret giving me power, (Y/N).” Jake didn’t hesitate to recoil his arm back around your waist. Now standing up on both of his feet, he hoisted you up with him, forcing you to intuitively cling onto his body tightly. Your arms wrapped around his neck firmly than before while your legs did the same around his waist, looking like you were trying to grapple him. He turned around to face the bed, crawling deeper into it with you hugging him fixedly. From far away, the scene could easily be compared to a picture of a big parental koala carrying a baby koala on its chest. As Jake rearranged a few pillows in a stack against his bed board, he crashed his back onto them, acting like he was leaning into a couch. As his grip around you released onto both of his sides on the mattress, his eyes shifted towards your figure beneath him, still hugging him ever so securely.

You tilted your head up to take a glimpse at him, and you caught him staring at you. Curiously, you asked, “What’s wrong, Jake?” He tittered to himself, shaking his head airily, emphasizing that it was nothing serious. “I just realized how small you looked under me. You’re really an adorable girl…” he placed his hand on the back of your head and pressed you close onto his chest, stroking your head in a comforting manner. You sighed into him, bounding your own body against him with such peace. Altering the way you were sitting, you unlocked your legs from around his waist then folded your knees on both of his sides to sit flatly on his lap. After getting yourself comfortable, your cheek became mushed up onto one of his hard pecs, leaving you to murmur softly, “I missed you, Jake. I really did.”

Jake withdrew himself from you for a bit, sloping his head downwards to look into your eyes amorously, cherishing your words. He was relieved to hear those words of affirmation, which recovered him from the sense of loneliness and guilt that had built up inside him while he was off fulfilling his leadership obligations. He was glad to know that your love for him didn’t waver, while he was absent from your side. Staring back into your eyes, he smiled sincerely. “I missed you too, beautiful. I’m sorry that I’ve been busy recently. I realized that being apart from you, really took its toll on me. It drove me insane, being unable to see you for so long. Honestly, there hasn’t been a single day without you, that I didn’t think of you. Because…” When his voice trailed off into silence, your head tilted to the side attentively. His face had this calculated expression, as he tried to ponder for the right words to express how he felt. Your curiosity got to you, pressing him a bit more for him to continue onward with his explanation. “Because…?” Eventually, his eyebrows furrowed in a serious demeanor. With eyes that sparked with resolution, he grasped one of your hands that was raveled around his neck, then brought the back of your hand onto his lips. “…Because I love you so much, (Y/N). You mean everything to me, that I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I had lost you.” Those words made your worries fade away into nothingness. Burying your last remaining desolation that was once there, to willfully decay on its own.

How can he be so confident and sure about his feelings for you, like that? While Jake was away, you didn’t think that he’d have the time of day to even think of you or miss you since you assumed that he’d be immersed in his duties as a crew leader of Big Deal. Who knew that guys who held a lot of responsibilities, such as Jake, would be longing to see their significant other with such yearning? It really did put you to shame, doubting him and thinking all this time that his passion for you must’ve diminished since he’s been too busy as of late. Believing that he didn’t need you by his side anymore, just because he’s been occupied by another matter. The regret that you had for doubting him once, raised a heavy sensation in your chest. Your breathing became shaky, and as Jake noticed this, he placed his hand on your back in concern. Worry swept over his profile, when he asked, “Hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” All of a sudden, he felt his heart split right when he saw tears cascading from your dewey eyes. His eyes expanded in shock due to your unexpected sobbing. Panicked and discomfited, questions flooded in his mind, mostly pertaining to how and why you started crying. Frantically, he probed, “Why baby, what’s wrong? Was it something I said?? Did I say something that might’ve upset you???” Jake sat up to straighten his posture against the tower of pillows behind him. The upper half of his body bent forward to hold your face with both of his hands. Tilting your face up to take a closer look at you, his eyes dimmed in sorrow when your strained red eyes made contact with his.

Sniffling, you mustered a, “I-I’m… hic- ...s-sorry, Jake… f-for d-doubting you… sniff- …a-and f-f-or think- ugh… -ing that y-you don’t… l-love me a-any… more…” Jake’s thumbs brushed over the creases of your eyes, wiping your tears away from your swollen eyes. He kissed your cheek before he released your face, transitioning his arms to confine around you until they have enveloped your weak shell, pulling you closer onto him. His hand on your back soothed you, rubbing you from behind while hushing you. By kissing your forehead and by displaying how much he loves you, he comforted you with his compassionate gestures, as he lulled, “Shhh… It’s ok, love. I understand where you’re coming from, and I forgive you. I’m really sorry that I made you feel that way. I shouldn’t have left you for so long, unattended and alone. It pains me to see you cry, and I want to make it up to you. Please, let me redeem myself. Not only as your boyfriend, but as your lover. I want you to be proud, and to believe that I’ll love you no matter what we’re going through. I assure you that whatever obstacle we have to tackle on our own, we won’t be separated. Whether it’s through thick and thin…” Jake pried himself for only a second, eyeing you with a strong sense of devotion. “I’ll keep protecting you, supporting you, and cherishing you, even if it means that I can still love you forever. There’s no way that I’ll give up on you. You’re the only one who can love me and understand me for who I really am, and that is already enough for me to want to keep you close to me.”

Rubbing your own eyes from the leftover residue of your tears, a confident smile bloomed on your face, as you inquired, “Jake… Tell me, what did I do to deserve such an amazing boyfriend?” His eyes closed, holding his own chin in a curious fashion as if trying to ponder for the actual answer that’s buried deep within his mind. “Hmmm… Was it your beauty? Your kindness? Your hospitality? I’m not quite sure. But actually, I’m a HUNDRED PERCENT certain, that it must’ve been the way you caught my big ol’ ass from a mile away. Oh yeah, that’s definitely it! I know for a fact, that you couldn’t keep your eyes off of it. Love at first sight, am I right?” He opened one of his eyes, then gave you a cheeky grin. Laughing at his absurd theory, you struck his chest with a light smack, snapping at him humorously by saying, “As if my eyes would look for it in the first place! You’re giving your butt too much credit, here!” Your rebuttal made him laugh back at you, leading to you and him debating for about five minutes on what really was up with his butt. As the two of you teased each other and joked around, your laughs eventually died down, resulting the both of you to look at each other gaily. Jake’s mouth arched into a praiseful beam, ultimately proclaiming, “I love you, (Y/N).” A shade of scarlet engulfed your cheeks, inciting an enthused thumping from your heart. You smiled, glowing in all of your beauty when you responded gingerly, “I love you too, Jake Kim.” The approach to your response, concerning how you emphasized his name had somehow pulled at his heartstrings. It was of course, on purpose. Confirming that the message was meant for the only “Jake Kim” in your life. The Jake Kim who holds a special place in your heart.

Repeating inside his head as if rewinding that sweet moment that happened not to long ago, he delved himself into a deep burning passion for you. Closing the gap between one another, his lips gently merged with yours, holding you in his arms even more snuggly than ever before. Your arms braced around his neck, while you kissed him dearly. His tongue slipped in between your sugary lips, coaxing your tongue to dance passionately with his. Your hands glided up the nape of his neck and through his soft somber hair, moaning into his mouth like a thirst deprived woman. Jake’s senses were starting to slip away from him, when all he can see, breathe, and taste is you. The movement of his tongue in your mouth grew rougher by the minute, which resulted in you to adjust to his pace. His groans and your moans, including the heavy breathing that was shared among both pairs of ears, caused you two to become feral for each other. His hands began to roam greedily throughout your body, caressing and groping every inch that could possibly make you squeal even louder. His hands found your soft doughy breasts, kneading and fondling them. On both hands, he used the flats of his thumbs to play with your areola by swirling them lightly around them, until he could hear those addictive whimpers of yours. Next he decided to rub your nipples back and forth, stimulating such a wonderful reaction from you, by making it harder for you to kiss him back feverishly. The “Mmmm”’s and the “Ahhhh”’s that increased in volume from his experienced handling really did influenced his private to convert into one delicious erection. Even though he was highly turned on by you, he’s still such a cruel Tease King, enjoying every moment he could get for you to struggle to return the same amount of love he was erotically giving you. Could you even keep up with him now, even during the current state that you’re in?

Unaware of your own actions, he felt you instigating friction onto his stiff member, which earned a few grunts from him while he played with your breasts with his hands and your mouth with his twisted tongue. Jake was aware of how well his skills were in bed. He couldn’t wait to get in between your legs and bed you so good, to the point that he can hear your needy cries once more. However his conscience told him otherwise, thinking in the back of his head, that your own bliss comes first. Watching you grinding your aroused heat onto him, he smirked, already coming up with the best way to tease you. “Look at you, my pretty baby is moving her hips on her own. Do you want to put it in yourself? It’s your call, (Y/N). I know you gave me the right to do ‘anything and everything’ to you, but I’m passing the torch back to you once again. Right now, it’s all about you, since it’s your birthday after all.”

With drool dropping down the side of your mouth, you kept rubbing against his phallus while babbling, “Ugh~ I-I want t-to… Ahhh~ P-put i-it in… So b-badly… P-please, l-let me… do it…” Chuckling at your selfish request, he shrugged casually like he didn’t think too seriously of it when he answered, “Go ahead, you’re already being so desperate that you’re basically already begging to do anything to get my cock inside of you.” Jake suddenly raised his pelvis onto your slick folds, rubbing himself onto you slowly in a torturous fashion. He caught you by surprise, moaning in response while gazing at him, who now had lust clouded over his eyes. Not only did his movements fuel your arousal, but it also fed his too. His goal really was to make your pussy starve for his meat. To crave the desperate need to be satiated, giving your poor cunt that was clenching on nothing, to be filled with his whole entire length.

He laughed lowly at your reactions, mewling at how his dick grated against your sensitive nerves underneath you. “You’re a needy little girl, aren’t you? Haha, so spoiled~ I can tell by the look on your face, that you’ve been dying to feel me again, huh? Don’t worry, I won’t steal the spotlight from you. Here, go and put it in for me~” Finally giving you mercy, he stopped his friction against you. Your whole body trembled from the residual feeling of his private leaving your entrance. Positioning yourself to hover over his erection, Jake eyed you meticulously. He wouldn’t dare miss such a phenomenal sight to behold. Holding onto the end of his hardened rod near his balls, you elevated yourself about an inch above his entire length. Using his tip, you brought yourself down onto his shaft and probed it onto your entrance, smearing his oozing pre-cum onto your moistened self. The sounds that manifested from your naughty privates scraping each other brought about groans from both of you, leaving you to sigh minimally and Jake to transfer his hands firmly onto your thighs that were resting beside his hips. Fastening your grip onto his staff, you slowly lowered yourself down onto his stiffness until you felt him finally spreading your tractable insides out in one slippery swoop. Jake groaned loudly in response, with your warm juicy pussy cocooning around his rod, sensing every inch of him being hugged tightly within you. Simultaneously, you let out a noisy whimper when he finally bottomed out once you felt his tip bump onto your cervix. Both of you stared deeply into each other’s eyes, now fully aware that at this point, there’s no turning back.

Jake’s intense gaze slowly lowered until they were fixated at the sight of both of your bodies now connected as one. In a husky voice, he respired with great infatuation, “Now THAT, is a beautiful sight to see.” He chuckled in between his own speech of admiration. “Go on, (Y/N). Ride me to your heart’s content. I’m all yours for the night anyways, and I’m here to satisfy my girl generously for her birthday.” His breath grew even thicker than usual, now feeling the heat of your snug hole reverberating along with his own cock twitching inside you, as if eagerly signaling you to begin moving. With a slight pant, you nodded softly as your cheeks became rosier. You positioned your hands onto his beautifully sculpted abs, then began to bounce slowly. With every rock of your hips, you moaned, feeling his rigidity scraping your insides as it repeatedly hit your good spot. Jake watched in awe as you dribbled your hips over and over again, onto his thick shaft. His breathing hitched in reaction to your moaning and your needy movements, which forced him to moan with you in rapture. The way his hands glided from your thighs all the way up to your hips to hold you in such a secure grip while you ride him, made you bite your bottom lip in bliss. A sexy moan escaped Jake’s lips when he coaxed in a provocatively soothing manner. “That’s right, (Y/N). Use me. Right now, you deserve all of the attention on you. Mmm… that’s it, gorgeous. You really are beautiful (Y/N), when you bounce on my cock like that. Even your eyes says it all too.” His hands then began caressing your sides, which sent shivers down your spine as you continued to use your boyfriend for you own pleasure. You became so sensitive to his touches. No matter how light he was touching you, it really sent tingles down your entire body.

While watching you cry out in ecstasy, Jake couldn’t help but find your sweet satisfaction to be deeply intoxicating. The way you were desperately crashing your own hips down onto his groin while you moaned euphorically was such a wondrous sight to behold. Not only were you moving yourself on your own accord, but the way you were passionately gazing down at him as if your pleasure was his pleasure as well, made him feel prouder than ever. He let out an amused chuckle as he asked suggestively with a slight hint of mischief. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you, princess? Do you want me to help you out?” You were unable to control your thought processing, since you were losing your senses to the feeling of pure pleasure. While mewling in contentment, you vigorously nodded. Your mind was too caught up in bliss, that you couldn’t wrap your head around what Jake was about to do. Without hesitation, Jake instinctively bent his knees while his feet laid fixedly on the bed. After that, he held you by your hips once again until he began to move rhythmically with you, thrusting himself into you from below you. His hips bucked every time he raised himself to collide with your body much more forcefully. You were simply caught off guard by his sudden movements that you threw your head back and let out a loud moan. Satisfied by your reaction, he smirked slightly, enjoying the way he was giving you a boost to your enjoyment. “Does that feel better than before, baby? Do you want me to go faster?” You whined in a needy fashion before crying out in a shaky voice, “Y-yes… pleeease, J-Jake… faster~!!” Those words were enough to drive Jake to the edge as he began to rut himself into you faster, like you implied him to. He clutched your sides a bit tighter than before, pulling you down onto him to meet with his thrusts. A loud cry emitted from your mouth as you slammed your hips continuously, as the both of you went at each other with passionate grinds and movements. You exclaimed through sinful moans to him saying, “J-Jake, you… Ahhh~ feel so… Mmmm~! Good in-… s-side me~!!!” While breathing intensely, Jake grinned proudly due to the way he was making you extremely good at this very moment. “Oh, really? Am I making you feel that good, princess? You know, we’re just getting started, right?” His eyes glowed in lustful passion towards you. “I plan to give you all of me tonight on your special day, so I’ll be very generous to you…” One of his hands slid down to your front as he began to play with your clit while the both of your bodies continued to crash against one another, flicking your bundle of nerves with ease. Swishing his hand over it back and forth made you lose your senses further, which influenced you to clench your insides even more around him. Jake let out a gruntled moan, as he felt your vice grip around his solidity lock onto him. “You like that, don’t you (Y/N)? I can tell from the way you tightened around me, just now. You’re such a naughty girl, baby.” His teasing didn’t help your case at all, as you continued to moan in carnality for him. “Just say the word, and I’ll take you there. That’s a promise, love. I’ll do it, just for you and only for you. So tell me… what would you like me to do for you?” His sensual invitation caused your body to tremble, in which you mumbled incoherently. “P-please, mmm~!! M-make me…”

Jake’s smirk widened as he continued to tease you until he was satisfied with your answer. “What was that, my love? I couldn’t quite hear you. Speak up, and make it clear for your boyfriend to hear.” Jake continued to play with your clit, which directed you to arch your back and for your eyes to roll back into your head out of pleasure. Your breaths were hotter than ever, as you struggled to keep your voice from becoming unevenly inaudible to comprehend. “J-… Ahhh~!! -ake, please… m-make me… hah… c-cum~!!!” With your body twitching and your voice trembling every time he was pleasing your sensitive spots, Jake loved seeing this side of you even more. The desperation, the vulnerability, and the way he was making you all feeble for him gets him even more excited by the minute. He wants to keep on loving you like this, until you couldn’t think twice about him ever leaving you again. The knot inside both of you was clearly building up more and more, and that was a sign for Jake to step up his game. Finally giving you mercy from all of his teasing, his eyes narrowed much more seriously when he gave a low and affirmative suggestion, “Then, let me help you out until the end.”

The grasp on your hip with his opposite hand grew more fixed, as his actions began to speed up. Both of his hips and his hand on your aching bud exponentially incremented in speed which caused your jaw to fall widely open, vocalizing one of the most satisfyingly loud moans of pleasure that Jake has ever heard from you in his life. It was natural for him to smirk a bit, in which your glorious cries and whimpers left a very positive impression on him as they boosted his ego. “Am I giving you what you wanted? You know how much you deserved this. It’s my treat after all, for my most precious girl in the whole wide world.” His smirk widened, as he watched you fall deeper into blissful madness. Your bounces were becoming sloppier than ever, jutting yourself harder onto him while he jabs his entire length deep within you from the bottom. From the rising tension within you, you could feel how close you were in tasting that sweet elated peak of yours.

The jargon that was intermingled with your mewls of delectation was all gibberish. They would have sounded childish, like some sort of nonsensical gobbledegook that a mere baby would be babbling about, if a third party were to witness such a passionate and intimate scene between you and your boyfriend. However, your blathers of indistinguishable words gave Jake the satisfaction that he was doing his job well. So well, that it was all music to his ears. The way you sucked his cock in like a strong vacuum sent him into a spiral of lustful passion and desire. All of Jake’s pent up sexual frustration that he had to conceal and keep all to himself while he was away from you, was finally being put to work into giving you what you deserved. It was complete paradise for the both of you, and you both truly needed this.

“Mmm… goddamn, baby. You really know how to tighten up on me, don’t you? I can tell, that you’re very close.” Jake’s lips concaved upward into more of a mischievous grin, obviously entertained by the way you were giving it your all on him as well. The way you were hammering yourself deeply onto his girth while making sure you were getting every inch of pleasure for yourself, made this all worthwhile. At that moment, Jake believed that this event was really worth waiting for, and he wouldn’t miss your birthday for the world if he get to view something as great of a sight as this. Your intense pants, your loud symphonic moans, and your face that was scrunched up in immense pleasure delivered quivers down Jake’s body. Although, it wasn’t long until you were about to reach your orgasm. The more you felt that wave of pleasure rising within your stomach, the more you felt your heart racing by the minute and the more you sensed your body shaking in extreme decadence. Everything felt so overwhelming to you, that you were about to explode any second. “J-… aaake~!! I-I’m feel l-like… I-I’m going t-to… burst~!!!” Jake noticed the shakiness both in your voice and your body, as he continued to hold you by the hips potently. While still jamming his love-stick into you, he moaned in between his uneven respirations. “It’s alright, my love. Just let it all out, for me.” His encouraging instantly made you let go of all your inhibitions and tensions from your body. With one final cry of delightful pleasure, you gave his cock a powerful clench as you climaxed all over your boyfriend’s rod. Your body contracted around him, which influenced Jake to emit a loud groan and release all of his warm load into you, spraying deep within your private until you were filled to the very depths. Your body twitched due to the lingering feeling of pleasure still residing inside of you, as you sat there with his dick warming your cave, all nice and snug.

Fatigued as you were, you slowly removed yourself from Jake, as his prong sprung out from you in a messy plop. As Jake observed your every action while trying to catch his breath, he watched as his translucent seed came trickling down in between your thighs and down your legs. He chuckled triumphantly at such a marvelous sight, as he breathed out in satisfaction, “Whew, you’re so breathtaking, (Y/N). You really know how to make a guy go crazy for you.” While praising you, you collapsed beside him onto the bed and rested one of your arms on his lean chest while the other was propped against the tower of pillows below Jake’s head. You caressed his hair soothingly in an adoring fashion, displaying your signs of appreciation for the wonderful birthday gift he just gave you. He tilted his head down to smile lovingly at you, as he leaned in to give you an affectionate kiss on your forehead while stroking your hair. “You were so passionate, love. You really missed me that badly, huh? And plus, I forgot how adorable your O-face was. I really did miss seeing that.” Your eyes widened a bit at that last part that he mentioned, which led you to blush in embarrassment. Jake noticed your embarrassed expression, which made him laugh. Oh, you were just too cute for him to handle. “Don’t be embarrassed, love. After all…” Jake gently grasped your chin then tilted your head up smoothly to look into your eyes with a seductive smile. “I’m the only one who can see such a beautiful face like that.” His flirtatious words caused your heart to skip a beat, which only made your flushed cheeks to grow even rosier than before. You were lost in a helpless daze over him as he gazed into your eyes with love. How can such a perfect man be your boyfriend? You were just that lucky.

“Now, now, (Y/N). The night is still young, so we got all the time in the world to make your birthday even better…” All of a sudden, you felt his broad hand slid in between your thighs, as he began to tease you out and caress your sweet spot again. You gasped, as he began playing with your clit again, which caused you to moan again. “Mmm~” You couldn’t hold back your moans at all, as Jake slowly stroked you with his thick fingers that were now penetrating you once more. Jake grinned sexily at how he was playing with your squelching insides that were still sensitive from your last orgasm. Your legs quivered in response, as he cooed into your ear silkily, “Tell me, babygirl… do you want more of my services? I’m being very generous with you since it’s your birthday, so I want to spoil you all night long. Like I said earlier, I’ll be your slave for tonight. So be honest with me… what do you want me to do for you now?” There was no end to your soft moans as he kept on teasing you. The way his fingers slipped in and out of you, and the delivery of his words that laid out his irresistible invitation made your head spin heatedly.

Teetering with euphoria, you said unsteadily, “P-please, J-Jake… K-keep… pleasing me…” Jake smiled with gratitude when he heard your reply. He confidently answered back by saying, “With pleasure, princess. Don’t worry, I’ll make all of this worth your while. I won’t let this time that we have together go to waste…” With that, he removed his slick fingers from in between your thighs then sat up straight on the bed. Your eyebrows raised in surprise and curiosity, as you watched him make his way in front of you. The both of you were now looking directly at each other face-to-face, but the caricature he had was unlike before. This time, his face was filled with determination. He slid his bulky yet veiny arms underneath your thighs, grappling both of your legs steadily. With one forceful sweep, he pulled your body closer to him which produced a startled yelp out of you. When he looked down at your face, your heart was thumping wildly due to how he was staring straight at you. The Jake that was soft, was no longer there. Instead, he was replaced by a more domineering Jake. A Jake that was filled with the ambition to only please you, his one and only girl. His eyes shined down onto yours with a glint of zealous sex drive, which clearly turned you on inside and out. Your body warmth escalated in temperature, as the sexual tension between the two of you heightened. However, his gaze was so intense, that you became extremely bashful towards him. Your eyebrows knitted in agitation as your eyes focused on him with a hint of concern. You couldn’t handle the incredible intimidation from him any longer and you were at your wits' end.

As a result, you averted your eyes away from him for only a second until you heard this man suddenly asked in a husky yet profound voice, “Where are you looking at, (Y/N)?” Straightaway, his buff arms pinned on both sides of your head. Lowering himself down closer to your face, you felt his warm breath on your face as his visage portrayed one of sternness. When he whispered in a hushed yet coarse voice, you could visibly see his Adam’s apple bobbing to the vibrations of his low tone when he said, “Keep your eyes on me, princess. I’m not finished with your gifting yet.” In a heartbeat, your eyes returned to focus on his eyes once more. Without warning, his hands slithered down to the back of your knees and clasped onto those joints, which made him sit back up on the bed to straighten his posture by puffing out his expansive chest out and flexing his jacked abs. Instantaneously, he held you strongly before he forcibly pushed your legs back until your thighs met at the level of your head, your toes to point up towards the ceiling and your ass hang up in the air. But what was embarrassing about this position to the point that it prompted your face to mask in scarlet, was that your gaping hole that was glistening with all your vaginal salivation, was spread out for Jake to see. Such a selfish display, was perfect in his eyes. To see his girl at such an arousing stance all for himself really triggered his urges for you. This feeling of excitement that Jake had can be compared to seeing Disneyland’s castle for the first time, but in a much more erotic setting.

The usual teasing smile of his returned upon his lips when he lowly whispered in admiration, “You’re so pretty from this angle, (Y/N).” You peered back at him with a tint of crimson upon your cheeks. Your cute feeble countenance ignited something in Jake, which produced a heavy sigh from him before he started to position himself properly. He was now crouching over your sacred entryway, while his hands were holding your thighs down, just the way he purposely arranged them. Jake resumed to leer at you with a serious gleam, which was currently masquerading his softness towards you. The thought that he was the only one who had access to such an extravagant scenery below him, made this man’s sexuality grow even stronger.

Spontaneously, his large phallus was angled onto your throbbing core correctly, in preparation of the second round that you’re about to receive from him. Jake began to apply friction onto your saturated gash by using his thick veiny member, lubing up his dick with the juices that accumulated from your heat. A few needy whines were roused from your mouth because of his humping, affecting the way your legs quaked. Jake continued to tease your exterior until he could hear your heated breaths getting denser and could feel your folds getting puffier in arousal, along with the wetness that came with it. At last, after the torturous yet stimulating fondling with his length, he gave a satisfied hum before directing the head of his cock at your beating entrance. Your body shivered in anticipation as your eyes fixated up at his pleasure stick.

Desperate as you now were to feel the pleasure of his phallic package again, you whimpered urgently, “Please Jake, put it inside me already. I need you, badly!” The corner of Jake’s mouth tilted upward into a diverted smirk as he asked temptingly, “How badly do you want it, princess? Let me know how much you want me. I won’t start until you tell me exactly what you want.” His face inched closer to yours while his hands were still stationed down on your thighs, as he bent forward to look deeply into your eyes, awaiting for your answer. Your eyes that were clouded in desire, glanced back at him when you squeaked in sensual distress, “Jake, pleeeeese, I want to feel you inside of me! I need your touch, your warmth, and your love. So… please…?” You gave him the signature teary puppy-dog eyes that always managed to sway his heart. Jake admitted in his head that you were indeed, too adorable to resist. You were his soft spot, after all. He sighed hopelessly, as he gave you a faint smile of defeat. “You never fail to amaze me, (Y/N). My girl… my love…”

Involuntarily, Jake’s dick eventually started to sink downwards into your warm fluid insides, which earned a contented moan from the both of you when he entered inside you. Once you felt all of him reach its maximum occupancy, you heard and felt his prominent balls smacked right where your ass hole was. A grunt spewed from his mouth, as he gritted his teeth, feeing how tight you really were. How was it even possible that you were still so tight after rearranging your guts for the first time in forever. Jake let out a chuckle before he said suggestively, “I might have to loosen you up a bit more, my love. You’re just too fucking tight for me~”

He didn’t hesitate to get a head start, as he began to plunge his dick hard, right from the get-go. In a matter of seconds, you were left in an uncontrollable frenzy of bliss. You were expecting Jake to start out slow and ease his way gradually up the ladder. But oh, were you wrong. Pounding away at your insides, you clung onto his brawny arms desperately, as you felt his heartfelt intensity. Noisy moans started to broadcast from among the walls of his room once again, as you cried in ecstasy. You were unable to form any words to describe how amazing this overwhelming feeling was, from Jake’s care. Actually, “care” isn’t the right word to identify what this was. It’s an ironic term to even match such a gentle word with an intense action of love-making… Or, better yet, “screwing”.

The volume of your moans fluctuated according to how rough he was pounding into you to fit your needs. It was obvious that Jake’s attitude changed during that span of his transition when he sat across from you face-to-face on the bed. But why? Why was he acting so roughly with you all of a sudden? It was like his mind and his self was all out of proportions. Jake gave a few grunts as he continued to hold you at such an embarrassing position. “You know, that confession that you told me earlier about you doubting me while I was away? It had been replaying in my head… Over… And over, again.” When he stated the words ‘over and over’, your body shuddered at the way he slammed himself into you with each powerful thrust for every word that he emphasized, promoting you to scream and squirm in pleasure. “Agh, Jake~!!!” You moaned his name out loud, holding onto his arms desperately for dear life.

Jake’s face, along with his pulchritudinous body, was dripping with sweat as he rammed his hips onto your entrance during his hard sexual rut for you. “Do I have to show you how much I love you, for you to not doubt me ever again?” Your wavering mind was on the brink of breaking due to his powerful thrusts, which caused your mind to go blank as if it was put on reset repeatedly. “Mmmph~! P-please… I-I’m… s-s-… Ugh~!! …sorry, Jake~!!!” Struggling to keep yourself together with your wails, Jake bent his knees further as his feet stamped against the mattress fiercely as he shoved his boner consecutively, ensuring that he gets most of his size into you. The violent sounds of his balls smacking against your other hole made your head spin and your body heat up in fervor. The vociferous and weak expressions of your cries for him was driving Jake insane. He was powerfully emotional during this fierce process. Just hearing you moan loudly and your fingernails clawing onto his arms was impactful to him, that your own pleasure was what made him forgive you for your unintentional claw marks. They were evident proof, that he was the one who could love you like this severely, and proof that he was the one who could please you like no other man could. He’ll even carry those scars proudly on public display, because he is a man who’s willing to show how romanticized and how devoted he is for you.

“Ahhh~! J-Jake~!! Y-you’re… Mmmm~ m-making me… go i-insane~!!!” Jake grinned proudly at the way he was fulfilling your needs. Your legs pushed back, your exhaustedly pleasured-out face, and your sounds that resonated from your throat and your squelching vagina was what really pleased him the most. Oh, if only he can do this all the time. If only, he can see and feel this explicitly intimate activity with you all day and all night long, he’d be the happiest man in the world. If that were the case, he’d be eager to wife you up for himself to love and cherish. And to have a kid with you, would be such a fantasy that he’d be willing to make it happen. Envisioning you by his side forever, and to have you as his beloved wife, raising such beautiful children as an amazing mother got his heart fluttering. That was Jake’s ultimate dream. You’d definitely be the best wife he’ll ever have, and with that, he’d guarantee it to be true. He tilted his head down to view your delicate frame, losing your mind to how sinfully good this felt.

The idea of breeding you was metaphorically a border to Jake. It was wrong of him to think of such a selfish fantasy. Yet, the dream of watching it all come to life felt so damn good. As he brought his face closer to you he whispered in a husky tone, “(Y/N), have you ever thought of being my wife?” You were caught by surprise from his unexpected question, which led you to take a glimpse at his eyes that were full of heartfelt emotions. In all honesty, there was never an instance that could have passed without you getting to freely daydream about having such a future with Jake. The thought of living a comfortable life with a kind loving man such as Jake, never failed to make your heart skip a beat. As a response, you nodded strenuously as you told him in between your mewls, “Ahhnn~ Y-yes Jake, I… Hah~ A-always thought o-of… being y-your… wife…” Jake’s eyes expanded in astonishment, because of your honest answer. “If that’s true, then…” His palms that were grappling your thighs in place squeezed, as he lowered himself even more to you. His movements became less intense and more controlled, as soft sighs were induced from his light actions. While going slow, Jake whispered once more in his warm breath asking, “Have you ever thought of having kids with me?” The way his eyes softened at the mention of possibly having children with you made your heart patter dearly for him. Your lips curved into an enamored smile and your eyes twinkled with love for him when you admitted, “Yes, Jake, I have. I’ve… always wanted to have a baby with you.”

Jake’s eyes lit up, as his whole face became animated with pure joy and life, like a child who had been granted the gift of candy. However, this was no mere “candy” to him. This was his everything. The smile on his handsome face expanded from ear to ear like never before. He was so thrilled and happy to have such a wonderful girl, like you. “I’m so lucky to have you, (Y/N).” He stopped moving for a minute, as he bent forward to give you an impassioned kiss. Your lips locked with his, as you felt the excessive amount of love and adoration he had for you, putting this great combination into one passionate kiss. His supple lips that was grazing against yours fluidly, his tongue that was intertwining with yours so naturally, and the small moans of passion that was exchanged between the two of you was the definition of harmony between two lovers. Your arms surrounded his body as you brought him closer to you. Your hands trailed from his muscularly tatted back, up to his nape and his feathery hair.

When Jake’s lips calmly drifted from yours, he then asked in a caring manner, “I know that you’ve been taking birth control, but… Would you like to start now? I’ll understand if you don’t want to rush things. I know that raising a baby would be a big responsibility, so I’ll of course, do my part to raise our kid. Either way, I’ll accept any decision you give me.” Your boyfriend is such a sweetheart. The baby fever was currently high among the two of you, and you intend to keep it that way. Jake being the father of your future child will surely be a blessing and a vision that you’d want to stick around to see for yourself until the end of your happy days with him. With a coral shine upon your adorably flushed cheeks, you gave a comforting smile when you announced to him in approval. “Yes, I’d like that. I’d be happy to have your baby, Jake.” Jake’s heart pounded like crazy as he, himself, had eyes glowing with amour and cheeks flushed in red. He clasped his hand over his lips while blushing madly, as his eyes did a double-take. Clearly, he was taken aback from your words, which made him shy for a short period. Even his member solidified inside of you, which gained a small whimper from you. Your words obviously turned him on so much, that it caused him to pop a boner.

Jake’s head pointed up towards the ceiling, laughing heartily. At the same time, his cute bashfulness remained on his face as he transferred his hand from his lips, over to his eyes in embarrassment. “Sorry, (Y/N). I’m such an animal, aren’t I?” He removed his hand from his eyes then smirked slightly before his lips softened to a smile once more, proudly declaring to you, “I promise that I’ll love you, cherish you, and I’ll protect you with my life. I’ll do everything that I can to see you smile, and make you happy. I’ll even do that for our future kid too. I’ll be the best dad that our baby will ever have, and we’ll be the best parents in the whole wide world. Nothing and no one is going to change that. So…” His attractive smile widened, replaying your words in his head of much you wanted his baby. “If that’s really what you want, then… Consider this, the greatest gift that you’ll ever receive from me. I hope you’ll cherish this as much as I would.”

Jake didn’t waste time, as his speed immediately augmented back to such a fast degree, that he was clearly pounding into you with all the love and might he could give you at that moment as if his life depended on it. Each bareback stroke that bumped your g-spot sent your body into an unrestrained wonderland. The dirty sounds your heat was making and the naughty sighs of pleasure that was emanating from both areas at once was what kept Jake going, as he beat it up like there’s no tomorrow. As he held your thighs down even further, your legs twitched in bliss which made Jake smirk at the way he was indulging himself into you as hard as he wanted. This was all for the sake of his blessed “gift” for you. The screams of pleasure that were spouted were screams of delight to Jake’s ears. They were melodic to him. Sweet, sensual, and spicy. He snickered cheekily at your reactions to his powerful banging as he started to tease you. “You love it when I’m all passionate for you, huh? Yeah, I can tell. My pretty girl is all hot and squishy inside…” His knees bent even more and his feet clamped onto the bed more stably, while he rearranged the placement of his hands. Both of his hands skimmed your legs upward as he now held you by the ankles. He continued to bore his cock into you like a beast, earning plentiful cries of jubilation from you. Your body wriggled in endless ecstasy, throwing your head back in blissful rhapsody to the beat of his core diving into you over and over again.

Through the discords of your own enjoyment, Jake commented mischievously, “You’re so slippery babe, and you’re even watering down there like a fountain. Heh, I want to hear you say it again. Do you really want my baby that much?” Through the impenetrable rocking of his hips, you whined eagerly, “Yesss~! I want your baby, Jake~!! Hngh-… Please, give it to me… Mmm-… More~!!! I want it all inside of me~!!!!” Your begging only fueled Jake’s arousal even more. As if, throwing more coal into the blazing fire. You were indeed, setting his fiery love ablaze. “Oh wow, you really want me to give you a baby that badly, huh? Alright…” His movements became fiercer than ever as he violently pounded away aggressively. You rasped in shock at how overstimulating his thrusting became, which made you question yourself. How was it even possible that he could keep going like this? Was that not his maximum potential? As Jake’s hands were still gripping you by the ankles, he ribbed you onwards by saying, “Do you hear the baby-making noises even more, princess? You know how much it turns me on, whenever you get all sexed out like this. And do you know what this means, if I put a baby inside of you?” Your eyes peered up at him with confusion, not knowing what he was implying. He chuckled at your cluelessness when he continued to explain, “If I put a baby inside of you, then that means I get to claim you for myself… Permanently. Mmmm… fuck…” Jake groaned with a bit of obscenities that made him hornier than before, just thinking about it as he articulated further. “You can call me a ‘bad boy’ for thinking such things, love, but I’m also a guy. I have fantasies too. But this, ohhh… this REALLY takes the cake to a whole other level…”

Jake’s energy hasn’t wavered one bit, as he continued to dominate you with full passion, causing you to spew sobs of euphoria during his vivid daydreaming. “I’m sorry princess, but I have to confess something to you… I put you in this breeding position because of my own selfish thoughts. I wanted to see how good you’d look like this. But, God, you really do look hot. Mmm… just the thought of you with my baby inside of you is driving me insane right now… I’ll be the first and only guy to do this to you. Just imagining you with my kid, gets me so excited. My girl, pregnant, because of me and how much I love her. Doesn’t that turn you on too, (Y/N)?”

Consequently, his enthusiasm got the best of him as he gradually increased his speed of prodding his dick into you. You writhed in delight, while Jake admired how you were loving the pleasure he was giving you. “I’ll be witnessing you with a round pregnant belly. Oh, you’ll look very cute and sexy as a pregnant woman. I just know it… And the idea of me permanently marking you, and connecting you with me forever because of our baby’s creation, makes me very happy. I will be the proudest man ever and I’ll make you mine… All mine…” Your heart was beating faster and faster, while your muscle contractions on his member compressed around him progressively. In addition to your heart rate increasing and your insides squeezing him, your entire body was starting to squirm the more you felt that you were reaching towards your pinnacle pleasure.

You warned Jake by whining in cacophony as you called out to him, “Jake, I-I’m… going to… cum~!!!” Jake grinned spiritedly, as he went full on beast mode, going at his fastest velocity yet. He panted while bulling towards his own climax by saying, “Go ahead baby, cum for me again. I’m about to fill you up nicely, so take it like a good girl, okay? I’ll make you the greatest mom ever. Now, here’s my real gift to you…” With one forceful push deep inside of you, Jake gave one huge ejaculation, coating your vaginal walls with all of his milky spunk. You expelled a loud cry of titillation, leaving your body to vibrate hard when you came and squirted all over his cock and balls. The warm sensation of Jake pumping his seed into you felt so pleasant, gushing out every drop of sperm for you to be fertilized nicely. He carefully set your legs down onto the bed and his thick dick limped out of you with a satisfying clammy sound. A grunt was liberated from his sexy lips and as he looked down, he watched your pussy twitched as your second helping of his thick discharge came rolling out of your fucked hole. His demeanor was so proud while watching his jizz flow out of you, as if saying, “Yeah, I sure as hell did that.”

Jake smirked as he fell onto the bed tiredly then rolled onto his side to face you and give you a tender kiss on the cheek. With his hand propped on the side of his head as if posing provocatively, he beamed at you cheerfully. “So love, how was our second time? Was it even better than the first?” You turned your head to face him properly then nodded while smiling serenely. “It was, and I loved every second of it.” Jake grinned as he expressed his gratitude with one big hug. His built arms swarmed around your form, as he pulled you close to him once more. He placed his hand on the back of your head, stroking your hair soothingly. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Now, you don’t ever have to worry about me leaving you, because I won’t. Our kid’s existence will be living proof of how much I truly love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, (Y/N). Together… we’ll be one happy family…”

Jake planted a gentle kiss on your head, which made you sigh peacefully. Just feeling the warmth of his arms cradling you, including the warmth from his entire body, felt like you were floating on a fluffy cloud. His kind and warm soul touched your heart, which spurred you to bury your own face onto his tough chest. You could tell that Jake too, wanted this moment to last forever. The fashion of how he was holding you so tightly in his embrace made you hug him back as well, never wanting to let go. You hummed blithely, enjoying each other’s company in comfortable silence until…

“Oh, Jake. I have a gift for you too.”

You withdrew yourself from his chest to glance up into his eyes with glee. “Hm? A gift, for me?” Jake’s demeanor sparked in excitement. You nodded happily, as you replied back with, “Of course! How could I not forget to give my boyfriend a gift back, for celebrating my birthday with me?” He gave a sly smirk as he noted, “Yeah, right… ‘Celebrating’ was what we did.” He gave a frisky wink, which made you laugh at his joke. “Well, you DID give me a wonderful gift. So, I had to pay you back in return. It’s waiting for you in the fridge.” Jake raised an eyebrow, curious about what could this “gift” possibly be. However, the word “fridge” was what caught his attention. He thought about it for a moment, knowing that you hinted that his gift was food. Now, what is a special food that only comes on birthdays? Hm… You giggled at him, knowing that he was currently putting the pieces together in his head.

Jake closed his eyes, while trying to concentrate on what this gift could be. The cogs in his brain were laboring and producing steam like a factory that was working heavily on overtime. Finally, you saw the light in his eyes when he opened them up again. He stared into your eyes with pure joy as he breathed enthusiastically, “No way…” You smirked, seeing that he got the correct idea. “That’s right. I believe, that this is the best gift exchange ever. Don’t you agree?” You winked back at him, in which he pulled you even closer to him then gave you a small loving kiss on the lips. “You’re the best girlfriend ever! I can’t believe you brought me that as a gift. You’re too kind and generous, and you really know the way to a man’s heart. That’s why, I love you so much, (Y/N).” You grinned at him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Both of your hands gently grabbed onto the sides of his face, as you peered deep into his eyes passionately while announcing back an, “I love you too, Jake. Very much. I promise, I won’t doubt your love ever again, and I’ll always love you and stay by your side forever.” Jake smiled at ease, as he placed his hands over yours, then leaned in to give your forehead a compassionate kiss. “Thank you, (Y/N). Your words really mean a lot to me. But, now…”

His arms slowly released you, as he turned to scoot himself onto the edge of the bed to sit up. Jake stretched his body by twisting his torso and by flexing his tensed muscles from such a gratifying workout. With a groan, he finally stood up from the bed then rotated himself around to offer you his hand so he could help you out of the bed. “…We got a cake to eat.” You laughed at his keenness, before taking his hand so he can aid you in pulling yourself up from the bed. While you stretched, he handed you back your clothing and your shoes, in which you gave him a small “thanks” with a smile on your face. After dressing up, you noticed that Jake was waiting for you while standing against his door, still naked. You approached him all clothed, then asked curiously, “Um… why aren’t you dressed yet?” He gave you a dignified grin and simply said, “Because it’s your birthday. And besides…” Abruptly, Jake took your hand then opened the door. “…I’ll be leading you down the stairs, and I’ll be giving you a sweet view of my ‘cake’ while we get some cake.” He gave you a flirtatious wink, which made you laugh at how ridiculous your goofball of a boyfriend can be. “You’re hilarious.”

Jake was about to turn around and lead you out the door like he informed, but then he stopped on his tracks for just a second. He pivoted himself to look back at you once more as he gave you a sincere smile while saying thoughtfully, “Happy birthday, (Y/N). I hope you enjoyed the gift that I gave you today, and I wish that you’ll forever cherish this birthday as one of the greatest birthdays ever. Oh and…” Jake leaned his face close to your ear then whispered, “Don’t forget to get rid of the pills. You won’t be needing them for a while.” Those words sent tingles throughout your body, and when he retracted himself back to stand up properly, he immediately detected the rouge that was spread across your face. He chuckled with pride, loving how he never fails to execute such smoothness when it comes to his favorite birthday girl. As Jake walked out of his room with you hand-in-hand, you grasped the door knob and slowly closed his bedroom door behind you, before heading down the stairs with him to enjoy that scrumptious red velvet birthday cake with him.

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 5 months ago

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hello!! I hope you are doing well

this is more of an ask than a request but given their occupations in the modern au it seems unlikely that the M6 would meet each other, but how do you think the M6 would meet??

whether it was during childhood or as adults

this just seems like a fun little drabble/hc, ofc if you're not up to writing it that's perfectly ok/g 🥳🥳

Phew, this ran away with me, but here's a modern pre-prologue setup for you anon friend!

Julian and Portia are siblings, of course, who lost touch when he went off to college and med school for that student debt life (and stayed out of touch because Portia resented him getting the opportunity when she's still struggling to pursue her education). They've since gotten back in touch and Julian is being allowed to help with the application process.

Nadia and Lucio met in the back of one of his nightclubs because she was the highest paying VIP member and he recognized her family name and figured he'd do some networking. It quickly devolved into drunken complaints about parental pressures and expectations and led to the infamous Vegas drive-thru wedding we've all heard about. Nadia stuck it out because she wanted to stick it to her family and needed space to build her own legacy as the city's mayor (backed by Lucio's network), and while it wasn't ideal it worked because she lived at her office and he let off steam with one of his business partners (Valerius).

Their marriage ended on paper when Lucio faked his own death in an arson case because his tax evasion was catching up with him.

Asra and Muriel grew up in the foster system together, Asra's parents having gone missing when they were a child and Muriel being an orphan. They attended the same highschool as MC, whose aunt would often open the back room of her shop to them when they needed to study together (or just a safe space). When they aged out, Asra was able to access his inheritance and used it to buy a piece of land with a crumbling old house on it that Muriel found for the two of them to work with.

They started out working evening/night shifts at clubs together, Muriel as a bouncer and Asra at tables, while Muriel put himself through community college on a scholarship for biochemistry and environmental science. Asra eventually achieved underground success as a DJ, and after getting his degree, Muriel moved to working full-time on their property to transform it into sustainable living research.

Asra started doing magic shows at kid's parties as a favor for a friend, and found that the pay was better than expected and the event was plenty of fun. Now they DJ and magic on their own schedule and rent a studio apartment in the city to save themself the commute.

The property Muriel works from is still owned by both of them, and between the royalties from Asra's mixes, the rapidly accumulated value of the compound Muriel's built, and Muriel's ongoing research, the two of them live comfortably at their own paces. They both keep in touch with MC, though Muriel much less frequently so because he's so hard to reach. Asra's highschool crush on them never disappeared and he often uses his unusual schedule to avoid them for a month or two, because he's in denial about it being more than a crush and he's terrified of losing half of the closest thing he has to family.

Asra and Julian knew of each other from kid's parties they both attended (Asra as the magic show, and Julian as the pediatrician who the kid considers a dear friend), but officially met when Nadia hired both of them after Lucio's arson and fake death stunt. She needed to investigate the circumstances of Lucio's death, which needed Asra as an inside informant on general behaviors in the club and Julian's opinion as an expert in crime-related injuries from his previous stint in forensic medicine. Julian developed a habit of stopping by for drinks after a long shift and the two had a brief friends-with-benefits situationship while the investigation was ongoing. They ghosted each other to focus on their personal lives when it wrapped up, and Nadia (who had become a dear mutual friend) was too busy juggling being mayor and managing Lucio's business to keep in touch.

During the last week of the investigation, an abandoned warehouse right next to the arson scene blew up when a forgotten pile of explosives triggered several weeks late due to Lucio's sloppy planning. Asra, Nadia, and Julian were right next to it when it happened, and would later find out that MC, Muriel, and Lucio were all nearby for their own reasons as well. While several of them sustained severe concussive injuries which messed with their memories, MC took the worst of the blast and ended up in the hospital in a comatose state.

Asra blamed themself for it because they'd been going through a period of trying to (and failing) to forget about them (again) and found out that MC had texted them their location after they thought they spotted Lucio and decided to follow him. He had a bit of a wake-up call watching them in a near-death state in the hospital and realizing that he was the only listed next of kin. They took on the role of MC's caretaker for the long recovery process, moving them into their flat, and eventually helping them take over their aunt's old shop for a steady source of income and independence.

Portia and Nadia met when Portia quit her Home Depot job to work in the mayor's office. A visiting constituent was so impressed with her efficiency and people skills that they suggested she apply to a recently-opened secretarial position. Portia took it for the pay increase and did her job so competently she rapidly rose to her current position as Nadia's personal assistant. Nadia has slowly become aware of Portia's interest in veterinary work and, without Portia's knowledge, is planning to add a new benefit to her position that lets her work part-time and go to school fully funded.

All's well, until the city's mayor comes knocking on a neighborhood shop's door after hours because Lucio's been spotted meeting up with Valerius, an ongoing business partner, and MC was a forgotten key witness ...

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana drabble #the arcana imagine #the arcana modern au

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atsvmi · 2 years ago

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Isagi’s Interlude

“I wish I wasn’t famous/ I wish I was still in school/ So that I could have you in my dorm room/ I would put it on you crazy” - Cece’s Interlude, Drake

✿ tags: minors dni, 18+ content, pro!Isagi, fem!reader (called good girl, wears a skirt, has cleavage, etc.), established relationship, mention of an age difference (reader is older than Isagi, both are in their 20s), consensual audio recording, role play (university students), switch!Isagi, switch!reader, oral (male receiving), humping, unprotected sex, mentions of virginity but neither is a virgin, purity kink, corruption kink (?), one mention of a spoiler, tbh i think this is pwp but idk

✿ wc: 3.5k

✿ a/n: the time has come that i officially am no longer catfishing as a writing blog🥳 please clap. also, this is my first time writing smut so please be kind<3

“Do you think we’d still date if we knew each other when we were in school?”

Your question is a random but welcomed conversation as you both work to reset your shared kitchen after dinner, you wash as he dries. In the seconds between the next clean dish, he pauses to consider his answer, before choosing to reach for low-hanging fruit.

“Do you mean high school? If so then...I hope not,” he finally answers. He can’t help but laugh as you fling the excess water and soap from your fingers onto him in indignation.

“No, I didn’t mean fucking high school. And quit making me seem like a fucking cradle robber, asshole.” You’ve been together long enough that the four-year age difference between the two of you is little more than a fun fact and a harmless joke at times. He can sense your annoyance is mostly for show but he chooses not to push any further.

“Ok, ok. I’m sorry,” he manages to get out between chuckles, fending himself from the assault of suds. Again he pauses to really think about what could’ve been. What would he have studied? Would he manage to get into a university with a good team? How would you manage to cross paths? He realizes it’s hard to consider anything when he doesn’t know much about your own school experience outside of the anecdotal stories you’ve told him.

“Tell me what you were like in school first.”

You resume washing the dishes, multitasking as you answer him.

“Um…pretty lame honestly. I wrote for the school’s newspaper. I wasn’t super active on campus but that made me get out there more than I would’ve on my own. But I did go to some parties.”

He lets your answer sink in.

“Yeah, I think we would’ve still got along. You don’t sound like you were much different from now so I don’t see why not.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he can see your lips turn slightly up, pleased with his answer. Cute.

“Do you ever think about your life if things turned out differently? Like if Blue Lock never happened?”

He can’t say he has. Blue Lock changed his life on its head completely, it’s hard to imagine things working out any differently. Tada and the others he went to school with were freshly graduated, at least according to their social media updates, so he supposes he would be too. Yet still, it’s hard to think about something so different than today.

“I dunno. I can’t really picture it. Actually, I don’t even want to. If I didn’t go to Blue Lock then who knows if I’d ever get the chance to play the soccer I want to. I’d probably never get to play professionally either.” He lets his train of thought wander, eventually realizing that without playing professionally, who knows if he’d ever cross paths with you. He buries the thought before it can even fully form and upset himself in the process.

“Yeah, that’s fair,” you conclude as you hand him the final dish. “I’m gonna get ready for bed. Can you just finish up here by sweeping?”

He nods in the affirmative, which you thank with a kiss that just misses his lips before leaving in the direction of the bedroom. Left with only his thoughts he can’t help but think a bit more about what could’ve been.

Obviously, he’d continue playing soccer as long as possible. Sure his high school team wasn’t amazing, but maybe through tryouts he’d end up at a decent enough school. And he’s always liked art class. Maybe he would’ve tried to pursue a fine arts degree? Or physical therapy to help athletes just in case soccer really didn’t pan out. But what then? For someone who’s built an entire soccer career around the ability to visualize a scenario, he really can’t help but to draw a blank.

Distracted by being in his own head, finishing around the kitchen takes longer than usual. When he finally manages to make his way to your shared room, he just manages to hear the sink’s water turn off, a sign that you’re at the tail end of your nightly routine.

He turns down the bed, first removing the many throw pillows you insist are necessary (a mild point of contention in his opinion. After all, what good is a pillow you’re not even allowed to lay on?) and then making himself comfortable using the “sleeping pillows” to prop himself up against the headboard, occupying himself by scrolling on the phone while he waits for you to make your way to bed. Despite it being the off-season he’s scheduled to meet with a trainer to maintain his conditioning so an early night is in order.

The click of the bathroom door opening draws his eyes but more importantly, what you’ve decided to wear to bed has his full attention.

“Baby, you look-” he starts before you cut him off.

“Is this still a good time for the interview?”

“Interview?”

He’s never been so confused in his life. And even worse, he can’t even dedicate half of his mind to start to comprehend what you’re playing at when he’s busy eyeing you from head to toe. The only thing on his mind is the oversized replica of his Bastard München jersey you’ve tied at your waist and the shortest skirt he’s ever seen. If he were to turn you around he’s sure that it’d cover absolutely nothing he’s sure a skirt is meant to. But even more captivating is the pair of thigh highs that indent into your skin the same way his fingers do when he-

“Yes? The post-game interview. I was hoping to get a quote for the paper from the player that scored the winning goal.”

“Uhh…” Is the most intelligent answer he can muster as he watches you climb onto the bed with a pad of paper and pen in hand. The size of the jersey only frames your cleavage as it gapes open thanks to gravity. Eventually, you make yourself comfortable, legs tucked under you and pen poised to take notes of his response.

“Is it ok if I record this,” you ask, sliding your phone on the nightstand, voice recorder rolling once he manages a stiff nod of his head. You continue. “So what were you thinking in that last play? It was pretty amazing if I say so myself.”

“Winning goal?” He should feel embarrassed by the way he can’t pull his eyes from your legs but the slither of skin between where your skirt ends and the socks begin is calling his name. It’s like he’s in high school again the way he can feel the blood rush from his head. Only your groan of annoyance gives him the strength to meet your eyes again.

“Babe, it’s called role play,” you say as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Maybe in some ways, it is.

“Right. Role play.” A beat passes. “What exactly are the roles we’re playing?”

The look you give him makes his cock twitch in his pants.

“Obviously, you’re the star of our university’s soccer team and I am the reporter assigned to cover the season. You just scored the championship goal. Aaaand scene,” you drop your pen and paper to clap for extra effect and then grab both again, poised and ready for his answer.

Truthfully, he can hardly keep up with your antics but that’s never stopped him from trying. He’s had enough practice managing eccentric personalities from the cast of characters Blue Lock managed to put together so this is nothing but a cakewalk. The fact he’s in love with you only makes your idiosyncrasies endearing.

“Right.” He clears his throat, buying time. “I try to keep a cool head and focus on the field whenever I’m playing. A championship game doesn’t change that.”

You scratch something down on the notepad before continuing.

“And how do you feel now that you’ve won?”

“It’s a big achievement to win the championship for the school, and even more so to be the one to finish the game. I just hope to do even better next year.”

This time you jot away a bit longer, leaving his attention to wander back to your outfit. He reaches out a hand to appreciate the getup, running his hand up your knee to just under the hem of your skirt.

“Mr. Isagi you seem pretty distracted. Are you sure this is still a good time?”

“Call me Yoichi”. He doesn’t move his hand away when he answers.

Again you put down your props, seemingly for good as they rest next to your phone.

“I suppose this is probably too boring of a celebration for a star player like yourself. I should probably let you go back to the team for a proper congratulations. I’m sure you have quite the fan club waiting for you.”

“I doubt it. I’ve never been that popular.”

With that, you scoot closer, letting your legs fall open so that he can get the slightest glimpse between your legs if your skirt were to ride up even the slightest centimeter.

“That sounds doubtful. Who wouldn’t want a chance with Isagi Yoichi? Ace of the soccer team. Handsome and nice to boot.”

Despite complimenting his personality, your attention is focused on his physique, eyes roaming across his body appreciatively. He doesn’t fail to notice that you linger a second longer where the sheets have started to tent.

“Do you think it’d be ok if I properly congratulated you,” you ask, resting a hand on the sheet, ready to pull it away at a moment’s notice. You both have a healthy sex life, both well accustomed to initiating, but it’s rare for you to be so forward. He might pass out if you wait any longer to touch him.

“Congratulations? What did you have in mind?” Is all he can get out, forcing you to get straight to the point.

“Let me suck your cock. As a congratulations on a job well done.” Your hand cups his length through both the layers of the sheet, his joggers, and underwear, but he swears he could still cum with the slightest amount of friction he’s so wound up.

“Yeah. Yes. Please.” He’s near breathless, he wants you so badly.

Not a second is wasted before you have him bare from the waist down. He completes the look by pulling his shirt over his head, throwing the offending article wherever it chooses to land. All the while, you shimmy yourself down between his legs. Sure he’s the one fully naked but the eroticism of the sight before him already has him on the brink of cumming.

His name emblazoned between your shoulder blades is something he still has yet to learn to be normal about, but more than that, he finds that he was right about your skirt not covering an inch of your backside. However, what he wasn’t expecting was for it to perfectly frame the curve of your ass since you’ve apparently decided to forego underwear.

“Fuck me,” he gets out in only a puff of air.

“In due time, Mr. Yoichi,” is all you offer before kissing the mushroom tip, smearing the precum that’s collected on your lips, and then swallowing all that will comfortably fit in your mouth. It takes all the strength he can muster to not instinctively buck into you but he can’t hide the deep groan that comes out involuntarily as he meets the entrance of your throat.

“Fuck. You’re so good at this. Always so good,” he offers as he bundles your hair into his fist, slowly guiding you up and down his length. The praise leads you to moan around him, getting him even closer to the brink of cumming.

To get a better view he props himself up on one shaky arm, massaging all that he can reach, as you use your other hand to fondle his balls. Mere minutes pass before he starts to feel the familiar pit of pleasure begin to grow in his belly and it takes all his willpower to pull you off of him before he cums from the added stimulation. It’s next to a miracle that he manages to hold off even after he’s pulled you off once he sees the thick strings of saliva that still connect the two of you.

“I wasn’t done yet,” you have the audacity to pout.

“I didn’t want to cum yet,” he answers. Even to his own ears, he sounds debauched.

While still catching his breath he pulls you close, encouraging you to straddle him. You do and let out quiet moans as you rut your bare pussy against his length. Despite being so close to cumming before, he’s happy to let you do as you please. When your legs eventually tire, he switches to using both hands on your waist to manhandle you the way he knows you like.

“Tell me how you feel, sweetheart.” He can’t get enough of your sounds, no matter how small. To see how much of a mess you’re making he flips the front of your skirt, his tip coming in and out of view as he rocks you back and forth.

“So good, Yoichi. Your hands feel so good.”

He knows it’s not enough to get you off, that you need more. Eventually, he stops, pulling you down so that your chests meet. If you really want to role play, he figures he should get into the role he’s been assigned.

“Is there more to my award,” he asks, hands roaming under the jersey and under your skirt. There’s nowhere his hands don’t explore while he waits for your answer.

“W-what more do you want?”

He moves his right hand so that it’s between your bodies, spreading your pussy lips so that he can fully appreciate the wetness that’s accumulated. He uses his full palm to rub your clit while he answers.

“You said you’d fuck me in due time, yeah? Or were you all talk?”

“Um…about that.” Your eyes are fluttering, struggling to stay open and focus on his words. He feels like he’s on top of the world seeing how he can ruin you. “I have to t-tell you something.”

“I’m listening baby.” His voice is muffled as he leaves kisses across your neck and cheeks. Anywhere he can reach while you still use him to get off.

“I’ve never done this before.” Your eyes meet.

The proverbial record scratches and again he’s confused.

“What do you mean, you’ve never done this before?” Sure you both have busy schedules but there’s no way this is new to either of you. As a matter of fact, it couldn’t be more than a week since he had you in this exact position-

“I was a virgin when I got to college,” you whisper directly in his ear.

Again you have the upper hand as it feels like he’s been doused with a bucket of ice. The feeling only lasts a second though before it feels like every nerve lights up once he connects that this is still a part of the scene you’ve conjured. Oh.

The idea of you as a virgin has never crossed his mind once until this very moment. Given the age you were when you met, he had no reason to give it consideration. It’s not like he was even a virgin when you met. He makes a mental note to do some soul-searching later to find out why he’s rock hard and nearly brought back to the brink of cumming at the mere idea.

“Do…do you want to keep going?”

You laugh. A full out belly laugh.

“Yoichi, you're so cute. Only you would still be so considerate even in a fantasy.”

If all the blood in his body wasn’t occupied he’d probably blush at your teasing.

“I fucking love you,” you emphasize with a kiss. “Yes, I want to continue.”

Not another word is needed before he’s fully plunged back into the world you’ve created. No, he's never thought about you as a virgin but now that the seed has been planted he’s going to absolutely ruin you.

Within a breath, he’s switched your positions, now with you on your back and him pulling your legs onto his lap as he sits above you.

“Tell me if anything is too much, ok?” He preambles before he sucks both his ring and middle fingers, slowly pushing in one finger, then the other when he deems you ready.

Now that you’re fully on display for him he can’t help but stare. Again, the skirt hides absolutely nothing but he does push the jersey so that your tits are on display for him as well. Seeing you dressed but so exposed has his head swimming.

“You’re so pretty. Prettiest thing I’ve seen on campus.” If he’s going to play along, then he might as well go all out.

He bends at the waist to take in one tit, using his tongue to lick at and bite your nipple, before turning his attention to the other all the while he doesn’t stop pumping his fingers into you.

“Yoichi, please. I need you,” you whine.

He takes pity on you and moves from your chest and back up to your lips, kissing you deeply. God, he’s so in love with you.

“I’m sorry, baby. I just wanted to make sure you were good and ready. I want to make sure I don’t hurt you.”

“I promise I’m ready.”

“Ok, ok. I hear you. But can you do me a favor and clean my fingers for me?”

As soon as his request hits his ears your mouth falls open in a way that can only be described as obedient. He lets you suck at both his fingers until he removes them himself, the way your tongue slips between them turning him on all the more.

“So good for me. I really am a lucky guy, huh?” He watches you preen under his praise as he reaches next to your head for an extra pillow, lifting your hips to situate it underneath you.

“Ok, if you need me to stop just tell me, ok? For any reason.” You nod your head yes.

“Need to hear you say it.”

“Yes, Yoichi. I promise.”

“That’s my good girl.”

He locks his hand in yours before he finally presses into you, both of you moaning as he works his hips into you. It’s a fantasy, sure, but he’s as mindful as he can be to be slow and let you get accustomed to him, even if it’s far from your first times, or even 48 hours since he last fucked you.

He’s captivated by the way your mouth falls open as he fucks into you. It’s familiar but entrances him every time. When you give the go ahead he increases his pace, working at that spot he knows gets you there the fastest.

“More, need more,” and he knows exactly what you need, licking his thumb before rubbing against your clit in tight circles. It’s only through time and experience that he knows exactly how to work your body, confirmed by the way you babble his name as if it’s the only word you know.

“You’re taking me so well. Feel so good, so tight. Can feel you squeezing me. You gonna cum for me?”

“Yeah. Gonna cum for you. So fucking close.” You’re wrecked.

“I know, baby. Tell me what you need.”

“Kiss me.”

Your wish is his command, him meeting your waiting mouth. It’s barely a kiss as you can hardly meet his mouth between your moans but he swallows them all dutifully. It’s when your back arches and you fall near silent beside one final cry of his name does he know that you’re cumming. He pulls away to watch you fall apart.

“That’s my girl. So beautiful. Let it out for me.” The vice around his cock makes it difficult to fuck you through your orgasm but he powers through. Only once you relax does he rut into you a few more times before he loses himself, filling you as deeply as he can manage.

It’s silent once he collapses next to you, both catching your breath. When he catches his breath before you he departs with a peck to your lips before he leaves for the bathroom, returning with a damp rag.

“If that’s what I missed out on then I wouldn’t have minded going to school,” he breaks the reverie, cleaning between your legs before his cum has a chance to cool and become uncomfortable.

“Well, I’m glad everything worked out the way it did. Now I can have you all to myself,” you smile at him. He thinks his heart might burst.

“Yeah…that’s true too. Maybe everything worked out the way it did so that we could meet each other?”

“God, you're so sappy. Gross.” You both know you don’t mean it.

“Yeah, yeah. I love you too.” He once again bends at the waist to meet your lips. Gross or not he’s glad things aligned to this very moment.

You meet him halfway, sitting up on one arm to brush away his damp bangs. When you pull away you meet his gaze.

“I really, really do fucking love you, Yoichi”.

Yeah, he’s sure he’d meet you in every universe.

#isagi x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi smut #isagi yoichi smut #blue lock x reader #bluelock x reader #blue lock smut #bluelock smut #i’m going to walk away from this site for 48 hours out of shame #(me lying)

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blackgirlwhowrites2k23 · 6 months ago

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A/N: Inconsistency is my middle name💀. But here’s this idea that came to my mind that I just HAD to write. Also sorry if the emojis look terrible, I wrote some of this on my phone, some on my iPad and then the rest on my computer so the format is kinda crazy.

Summary: You’re a well renowned actress and bachelorette that many have been trying to get at. Unfortunately, you never gave them the time of day. Until, someone comes along.

Possible Continuation: This may (emphasis on may because you know me💀) be a part of series I’m planning on doing. If not, I'll just come back and delete this paragraph and pretend nothing happened.

You have one message from...(Jamal Musiala)

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↪️fan5 Shiiittt. Im in them too!!😭😭💯💯

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↪️random1_Hey Jude??🤨...

random2: The way both Jude and Jamal started following her at about the same time.

↪️random3: Real ones know he's been lurking for a fat minute now!!

↪️random2: Guess I'm not a real one. Who?

↪️random3: Mr. Jude Victor Bellingham

↪️random4: And she's liked some of his pics, even though they don't follow eachother. Looks like Musiala already lost LOL

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The weight of exhaustion presses down on you as you sink into the comfort of your bed. It's been a relentless week, filled with auditions, interviews, and movie filming sessions. The tranquility of your bedroom offers a brief respite from the chaos that typically surrounds your life.

But of course, that doesn't last forever.

Your phone buzzes on the nightstand. You debate ignoring it, anyone texting at this time falls into one of two categories—people who are wayy too thirsty for their own good and miserable haters. For some reason tonight, perhaps out of boredom or a faint hope for something different, you decide to check.

You received one instagram notification from JamalMusiala10

The name doesn't immediately register with you since it's so late and your mind is still heavy with sleep, but you open the message anyway.

You groan inwardly, already regretting your decision to open the message. Jamal Musiala—the famous soccer player that plays for that German team? Bayern? You only recently got into football, so there was still much for you to learn but you're pretty sure that's who he is. You'll stalk his socials tomorrow.

For now, though, what could he possibly want from you? It's 2 in the morning. Again, he's either wayyyy too thirsty or maybe he's a possible hater?

How's it hanging?!?!?

This boy can NOT be serious.

You can't help but stifle a laugh at his attempt at casual banter. Is he a middle-aged white dad?

Wayy too thirsty it is! Never fails.

To be continued…..

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mandy-asimp · 9 months ago

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Fast lane

Melissa Schemmenti x oc!racer

Smut, language, there's a fire accident at a point but other than that it's like mostly wholesome

Happy Fri-YAY🥳

It was close to Valentine's Day, the holiday would fall on a Saturday, and the school was buzzing with hearts.

The red head sat in the teachers lounge on her phone. Her eyes focusing on the text that was sent not too long ago. A geeky smile on her face.

A picture of her girlfriend in the airport with a

'good morning' text following under.

Melissa's girlfriend was constantly flying but also had long breaks in between. After all, being a famous NASCAR driver had its pros and cons.

How the two met is a story she has waited for someone to ask her about.

Melissa was with family when it happened. She was walking around trying to find anywhere to get food from when she realized she was lost. Her first instinct was to ask the first person in sight.

Which just happened to be Phoebe Stern. A new driver who was about to have her first race.

The nervousness must've really shown as Melissa met her eyes. Suddenly coming to the others aid and trying to get her to take deep breaths. "You're ok, just breathe hun. Deep breath in....and out..." she had coaxed the young woman.

After a few minutes she had calmed down and finally really looked at the woman. Meeting soft green eyes that could tell stories for days. "What's got you so worked up, huh?" Her voice. It's wasn't what the racer was expecting but it matched almost perfectly.

"It's my first race. My big debut. What if I'm not all I'm cracked up to be? What if I do so bad?" The younger began to panic again. Feeling hot tears burn her eyes.

"Hey, you're ok! You will go out there and do your absolute best. You are about to make history as the youngest female NASCAR driver. You're doing great so far, so you'll go out there and give it your absolute best. Plus you already have fans cheering you on." She reassured Phoebe. Carefully, she wiped away the spilled tears with a huge smile.

Phoebe couldn't help but feel warms don't I fly at the action. How that smile captivated her and gave her motivation to do everything in her will to win the race. The woman was her motivation. For what reason, she didn't know, but it felt right.

"Thank you, really. It's nice to know there's still people out there who care for others. I'm Phoebe, but you already knew that." She held out her hand, waiting for the other to shake it. Slightly smiling when the red head had.

"Melissa, and of course. Now, do you know where Ican get any food?" She changed the topic. Looking around a bit for any stand.

Phoebe couldn't help but let out a laugh. "There was a pizza stand just over there. The line was dragging though. But if you want, I can have Stephen to my locker room and we had a little pre-race buffet. There's still food left, feel free to help yourself really. Least I could do." The brunette offered. Her smile showing nothing but honesty and purity. "It'll also get you more for free and before the race starts."

Just then a manager came up to rush her away.

Whispering a 'let's go' before trying to usher her out to the car for a few pre-race interviews.

However, Phoebe in a quick manner rushed over to Stephen. Whispering in his ear and smiling at the woman before running off to the blue race car.

That was only their first interaction. Their second was less frantic. And more digital.

Later that night, after hours of celebrating Phoebe's first race and first win, she had gotten drunker than known. Leaving the party at nearly four in the morning in a cab back to her hotel.

Sending out a few gibberish texts and crashing.

Melissa was just waking up at the time, furrowing her brows at the unknown number but reading (trying to read) the few texts. Picking out that they were compliments of sorts and giving a sleepy smile.

She sent a few text back, mostly talking about taking care of the hangover that's going to happen and to text her when whoever it was wasn't drunk and could actually get out a full sentence. Obviously she sent it in a nicer way, with a few nicknames here and there.

Once Phoebe woke up, she immediately apologized. Mostly for getting her number without actually asking her.

That was all nearly eight years ago. Now the Daytona 500 was coming up once more. Phoebe was heading down a few days early for a lot of press events. Melissa would head down the Friday before the race.

"I think nascar is a fun thing, I wish I could attend a race once. Just to see the Wonder Woman of racing, Phoebe Stern. She's trying to bet someone's record, just don't know who's." Janine practically hopped into the teachers lounge. Acknowledging all the other teachers in the room with her cheery smile.

"Isn't it Josh something?" Gregory guessed from making his coffee.

Jacob shook his head, "No it's another female right?" He pulled out his phone, ready to look up the answer.

Before he even put in his password, Melissa chirped, "she's trying to beat Jimmie Johnson. He's won like seven Daytona races, but she has years to catch up."

The room was silent, "Melissa, I didn't take you for a NASCAR fan?" Janine sounded confused.

Loving when melissa would slightly open up about herself.

"There's a lot you don't know about me kid. I've been a fan of NASCAR for, I dunno, eight maybe nine years? Never miss a race." She hummed, going back to her phone and minding her own business.

The rest of the conversation she tuned out and just texted back and forth with her girlfriend. Attempting to school her features from showing anything In front of her colleagues.

"What about you Melissa? What are your plans for Valentines? Any special someone you'll be having?" Janine called out to the woman, breaking her away from her phone.

"Well the Daytona race is Valentines weekend and I already planned to go." She shortly answered.

"If Melissa did have any big plans, I'm sure Barb knows all about them." Ava came in. A dirty smile playing at her lips. "So come on Barb, spill her secrets!"

Barb had a look of 'are you serious' on her face. "I wouldn't dare tell someone else's business. If Melissa wanted us to know what she was doing, she would tell us. She hasn't mentioned anyone t me though," the kindergarten teacher let out. Moving from the table before anything could happen to her.

"Melissa, no offense, but you gotta get out there.

You're starting to seem like a prude." Ava had a disappointed look as she left the room. Other teachers following as their lunches came to an end.

Melissa sending out a few more text before leaving as well to get her class from gym. She was minding her own, rereading a few text, when she could hear Janine running up on her. "No Janine I will not be talking about my plans for the weekend. What I do outside of school is not your business nor should you want it to be."

"Ok, but I was going to ask more about this Daytona race?" Janine finally caught up. Walking alongside the other teacher eager for answers. "I mean really how did you get tickets? They sold out within the hour. Not to forget how expensive the whole trip is."

"I know a guy." Was all she answered with and ended the conversation. "If you still like it next year, maybe I'll get you a ticket to come with and you can bring Jacob. Sound like a deal?"

"Deal!" She squealed and ran off. Eager to tell the other of the offer.

Melissa shook her head but continued with her day. Counting down the days till she was on her mini break.

And after a few days that felt like eternity, it was finally Friday.

It was an hour before the day had ended and Melissa had sent her kids off to art class. Her phone began ringing and she didn't need to look to see who it was.

"And what do I owe this honor?" She teased.

"Yeah, yeah, I wanted to let you know that Mikayla will be stopping by the house to grab your bags, then to get you from work to take you to the airport. She's agreed to watch the house while we're gone and to get us once we're back home. I also told her to grab you an airport outfit. I figured you wore either those sexy black pants or a pair of jeans that make you look even sexier." The voice of her girlfriend played in her ear. Lighting up her day by just the sound of her voice.

Melissa let out a soft hum. "You really know how to flatter a woman. And I did wear my sexy black pants. They looked nice with my pink top and boots." She described lightly what her outfit looked like. Yet she knew Phoebe already knew exactly what the outfit looked like.

"I love that outfit on you. Sad I can't be there to see it on you and take it off," she hummed, only to go silent after. Fiddling around with something in the hotel room.

Melissa listened, hoping to figure out what she was messing with. "Hun? You still there?" She broke into the silence. Getting a distant hum from the other end of the line. "Pheebs? What are you doing that had you so distracted?"

"Oh just some papers for the race tomorrow, just a few waivers so if anything goes wrong." The brunette simply answered. Phoebe had lied right through her teeth. In her hand was the rings she had bought for Melissa.

Watching as the moss agate and diamonds shined in the light. A giddy smile pulling at her lips.

"You know I don't like when you say that. Nothing will go wrong and you'll be fine." Melissa huffed. She really hated when Phoebe would mention those waivers. Yes it was always a possibility but not one she liked to hear or think of for an even a second. It worried her how Phoebe was always so calm with what she does.

"I can't wait to see you tonight." Phoebe let out, changing the topic entirely. Feeling an overwhelming sense of happiness to see her girlfriend again. Putting the ring back in her bag and putting it back in the corner.

Melissa felt loved at those words. The thought of someone waiting for her just did things she couldn't explain. Especially after Joe when she was so young. She never thought she would get the chance of love again. But here was this young racer who had millions of people dying to take her out, and she chose a second grade teacher.

Melissa knew Phoebe loved her deeply. It was in the words that would be said, the amount of emotion in her voice, the looks she would only give to Melissa. Even after all the ups and downs, Phoebe never once thought of leaving her side. Always there to reassure any bad thought that could come to Melissa's mind.

"Only a few more hours, hun. Then I'll watch you win and we'll go out to celebrate," the red head put the phone on speaker on her desk. Sorting out her last hour before the day ended. "What are your plans for the rest of the day?"

"Well I have a press conference to talk about how I feel about my eighth Daytona race. Questions are probably going to be if I think I'll win, if I'll be able to beat the record finally, what training I've been doing, questions about other drivers. I'll save my cocky smile because there's always a chance I won't win no matter how good I think I am. But then I have an early dinner planned with a few racers. Then l'll be back before you arrive at the hotel to greet you." Phoebe summarized the rest of her day. Leaning back to fall onto the bed, letting out a huff.

Melissa couldn't help the laugh, "sounds like a hard, hard day." She teased. A groan being her answer. "It's only a few more hours. Then you have a long, long, season to play out."

"Don't remind me!" Phoebe cried, covering her face with her hands. There was another short silence.

"Pheebs?"

"I think I'm ready to be done after this season." She quietly confessed.

"What?" Melissa froze in her seat. Picking up the phone to her ear. "What do you mean?"

"Ten out of the twelve months I'm gone racing. I hardly get to see you. I'm coming close to thirty-five and I've spent my twenties well. I've traveled the world, did what I love, but now I want to be with who I love. You've supported me since the first race I ever did, now it's my turn to come support you." Phoebe was quiet while explaining.

Staring up to the ceiling as she thought about life after.

"But what about beating the record?" Melissa questioned. Wanting to know where this suddenly came from. "You love racing, hun. I love watching you race."

"I've already made history. Nobody's won seven Daytona races in a row. I train and train, but I'm ready to give up my throne to another young racer. Next year there's supposed to be the next me coming in. And I've watched her race, I've raced with her, I've taught her. She's ready to take my number and I'm ready to give it to her. My legacy is getting carried on, and I know that." Phoebe stretched out.

Melissa thought for a moment. "What ever you choose hun, I will be your biggest fan and your number one fan." She reassured. "But I have to go, have to go get my class. I'll see you tonight though angel. I love you."

"Alrighty, I love you too Mel. I'll see you in a few hours." Phoebe ended the call, almost instantly rolling over to burry her face and take a quick nap.

Melissa sat still for only a moment, processing the news. A part of her was so overjoyed to hear it all, but also sad to know that the goal was almost completed.

Meanwhile Phoebe was being ambushed to get ready for the press. A light touch up being done to her hair and makeup. The outfit being laid out on the bed.

If there was anything Phoebe didn't expect from the dream, was becoming a fashion influence. It only happened because she wore her race jacket out one day and everyone thought it was a fashion statement. She let them go with it anyways and decided to start a collection of race jackets to wear. They kept her warm during the

seasons.

"You know, they're gonna ask about your girlfriend. After you posted that little anniversary thing back in January. Everyone's been trying to get you on talk shows for it." Stephen walked in, handing the lemon water over.

"Thank you, and yeah probably. I mean I've been dating her for over five years now. In a few days she'll be my finance hopefully." She took a sip of the drink, humming in approval. "You've never failed to make my lemon water taste just right."

"I've been your manager since you were a child. Of course I know how to keep you pleased. Plus the new you.." he trailed off moving around to start getting things tidied up.

Phoebe huffed. "She's going through something right now. I'll talk to her tomorrow anyways, she's watching next to you today. I mean after this season, she's the one who you'll have to talk through a press, not to forget races. So be patient with her. You were with me, and she's almost as good as me. In a few years I bet she'll be better than me."

Stephen hummed in disagreement. "Nobody will ever be better than you. I don't think anyone else will win seven Daytona races in a row."

There was a collective agreement from the team working on her. Making her realize, she has made history already. This race will just add to her achievements.

"How did Melissa feel about you telling her you're done after this season?" The lanky brunette sat in a chair close by. Still scrolling through the schedule laid out for them. "She upset?"

"She didn't sound upset. She said she'd support me no matter what. If anything, and she wouldn't have admitted if, but I think she was thrilled i decided to call it now." She watched as they worked on fixing her makeup and hair. How they moved so carefully but efficiently.

"And how do you feel?"

"Like I can do normal people things now. I can spend time with people and not just two months. I don't have to worry about racing as much. Next year I'll get to get a dog maybe." She went over. Smiling at the idea of settling down finally with Melissa.

The two of them together just doing nothing for a day. The two of them traveling more. The two of them cooking. The two of them drinking. The two of them partying. The two of them celebrating.

Just the two of them.

"Well before I loose you into your fantasies, get changed so we can get this over with. And we're going quick. You'll do press, come back and change into the dress, then to dinner. Then you'll get dropped off before I go pick up Melissa and bring her back." Stephen summed up before leaving with the hair and makeup. "Make it quick princess!" He called back.

Phoebe yelled back and then just stood in the room. Staring into the mirror. This was it. The start of the weekend. "One race. Then proposal. That's all." She mumbled to herself.

Melissa watched as the clock slowly ticked over.

Almost cheering as the final bell rang. For the last hour she's let her kids have a valentines party. It was the easiest excuse to distract them and be able to watch Phoebe's press. Smiling when they asked several questions about the anniversary post.

She began to pack up after walking all her kids out and making sure they got picked up. It was just her and her silence before it was ruined.

"So. Are you going to tell me why you're rushing out and suddenly a fan of NASCAR? Or am I just in the dark with everyone else?" Barb stopped by the door. Once Melissa looked up, the older walked closer, closing the door behind her. "Who is he?"

Melissa frowned at this. "I've always been a fan of

NASCAR, just figured it wasn't a topic you would ever want to talk about."

"Melissa, you have told me every detail about your life and for someone who claims to have liked racing for almost a decade, I would think it's something that gets mentioned once." Barb frowned. Sitting on the first desk in front of the teacher desk.

The red head only shrugged. Secretly wanting to explode and tell all about her girlfriend. "I have to go, but we can talk more when I get home?"

"Melissa Schemmenti, I don't know what you're hiding but I better be the first to know." Barb hugged the friend goodbye. Leaving to let the other be free for her weekend excursion.

Phoebe sat at the dinner table. The baby blue dress clingy to her figure as she chatted with the other racers her age.

"So, you and your girlfriend? It's been what, eight years? You tying that knot soon?" Mike had piqued interest. "I mean you posted an anniversary thing back in like January."

Phoebe shook her head with a smile. "Not that it's any of your business, but I am planning on proposing this weekend. We have a dinner just the two of us on Sunday before we fly home." She confessed. Feeling the butterflies at just the thought of proposing.

"And are you gonna show the world?" Andrew jumped in. The boys quick to jump on the train of questions.

"What is this? An interrogation? You guys have never shown interest in my relationship, why start now?" Phoebe narrowed her eyes at the table. Waiting for one of them to crack.

They all shared a look. "Well I mean, after you posted about her, it's hard not to be curious. We knew she existed but you went public. It's free game now. If press can ask, so can we." Joey answered for the group. "So come on. You've met all our wives. Now tell us about yours."

"Well, we met on my first race and I told myself that she was my motivation. After I went out and drank galore, I texted her drunken compliments and then after three years of talking and getting to know her and gain her trust, I ask her to be my girlfriend for the billionth time and she said yes. She's been to almost all my races, and has been my biggest fan since day one. And now I get to be her biggest fans in hope she says yes." She babbled on. Zoning out on everyone as she thought of her Melissa.

The boys all joked and teased her. It was the greatness of being close with the other racers.

They were always like big brothers. Always supporting each other if one won or if they all lost. They still made light of every race.

There was a text from Stephen that lit up the phone. Showing off the lock screen of Melissa. Dave was the first to grab at the phone. Examining the picture entirely. "Ya know, I would've never thought you for red heads." He chuckled.

"Red head?!" Andrew shouted while practically flying from his seat. Everyone trying to gather around and see the screen.

Tim was shocked the most. "A milf?!" He had wide eyes, like he had seen the world explode. "Thats Who your girlfriend is?!"

"Five years strong. Boutta make her my wife. Give her the wedding she dreams of. Settle down and take care of her ya know? Let her be able to do things she never has." Phoebe reached for her phone, not pleased when they all pulled it away and gave her a look. "It's my phone!"

"But it's about to be us who have the conversation," Joey smirked. Instantly being handed the phone. "Hey hun, just wanted to let you know I've landed!" He read in a girly voice.

"She landed?!" It was Phoebe's turn to look shocked. "I have to go. I'm supposed to meet her back at the hotel. It was nice to have dinner with you guys. I'll see you tomorrow!" She grabbed her phone, holding her dress up as she ran out with her jacket thrown over her shoulders. Listening to the boys laugh as she moved quickly in heels.

She ran right out into the car and was off before anyone could recognize who it was. Praying Stephen wouldn't drive her back, especially after she spammed his phone to detour.

Within fifteen she was back at the hotel and in her room. Moving the ring out of her bag and into her racing bag. Knowing Melissa doesn't go in there as much as any other bag.

Just as she zipped up the bag, the door opened and in walked Stephen and Melissa. "She should be back by now. Maybe changing out of her dress." He mentioned and walked back to the door. "Tell her ass to be up by ten and ready to go by eleven. The track lets people in around noon and the race is set to start at one. Goodnight Melissa."

"Will do, night." She bowed her head, trying to remember all the times to tell you. Giving the man a second to leave before rushing into the bedroom. Eager to see this dress you were in.

Melissa didn't even bother to knock as she opened the door. Freezing in awe at how the baby blue did Phoebe justice. How it hugged her figure deliciously. The slit up the leg that showed off a little bit of her tattoo. The silver heels that wrapped around her calves.

"Hi hun," she said softly. Still staring at her beautiful girlfriend. Really burning the picture into her head. "Is that what you wore to dinner with the guys?"

A careful hum was her answer. "They asked about you. It seems everyone is curious about you. They want to meet you I think," a small laugh left Phoebe's lips. "I missed you." She came up to Melissa. Hugging her like she would disappear at any second. And the older hugged just as tight. The two just enjoying the other in the moment.

"You should wear dresses more. You look really good in them." Melissa teased, pinching the sides of her girl. "Let's get you changed, then we can settle in. You have a big day tomorrow."

"I'm happy you're here with me then," Phoebe pecked her cheek before pulling away and pushing Melissa onto the bed. Crouching to take of her boots. "I told Mikayla to grab you your travel slippers. I'm sorry you were in boots the entire time."

The green eyed beauty was confused. The action wasn't what she had really meant, but she couldn't oppose. Not to a face like that. So she just let Phoebe continue to undress her all while in that blue dress.

The two fell into a peaceful silence as Phoebe moved around to get pajamas for them both.

This is what Melissa had craved for so long. This domestic feeling. That everything was playing out how it was meant to be. She had someone who wanted to take care of her forever and now she had it. Her everything was moving around the hotel room in a baby blue dress and sparkly heels.

She was so lost in the feeling she didn't realize the tears that began to creep up on her. "Mel?" Phoebe's voice brought her back. "Sweetheart you're tearing up, what's wrong?" Phoebe was back in front of her, crouching to look up at her.

Melissa opened her mouth and just gave a dry laugh. "I love you so incredibly much, hun. That's all. You found me when I was at my lowest and you lifted me up all the way. And I can't thank you enough."

Phoebe blushed and beamed. Melissa had seen this smile few times but it was a smile full of pure happiness and love and care. It was the smile she wore when they finally became official. The same smile she wore when they said 'I love you' for the first time. The smile she reserved for Melissa, and only Melissa.

"I love you too, Mel. From every part of me." She grinned as she stood up. "Absolutely in love." She thought out loud while looking at Melissa. Taking her in now and here.

"Come on, your turn." The woman wiped her tears.

Moving so Phoebe could sit down. "And it's ok she forgot my shoes, saves me space and shoe dilemmas."

Phoebe softly laughed, "still though. Now you have to wear boots to the race. I mean they make you look sexy don't get me wrong, but your feet will be aching."

"Well then I guess tomorrow night you'll have to help me out of them and soothe the ache. Do you think you could do that?" Her voice was teasing, making the younger shiver. And when they met eyes, Phoebe saw nothing but mischief, making her cheeks burn at the ideas. "My little racer. What would I do without you?"

"I can tell you what you wouldn't be doing," Phoebe smirked. Having a playful joke lined up but lost it as Melissa's eyes darkened before her.

"And what's that hun?" She let her hands wander up the soft legs, only to rake her nails down them. Humming in sheer delight at the physically shudder. "Cause I know exactly what I am going to do. And it starts with getting rid of this dress."

The manicured hand pushed the silky fabric up her legs. Revealing the blue panties that were decorated with a little white bow.

Melissa pulled on her shoulder, causing Phoebe to fall onto her back. "This how you get everyone into bed, Ms.Schemmenti?"

"Only cute racers." Her hands were holding onto hips. Massaging her finger tips into the soft skin. "But I'll save this for tomorrow night." She pulled away.

A boo was given in return. "Now you got me all hot and bothered." Phoebe exhaled dramatically. "Room service and a movie?"

Melissa placed a kiss to her forehead. "Sounds like my type of night. You shower first and I'll order for us, even pick their good wine."

"No wine, just food and us. And come shower with me, it'll save us both time." Phoebe gradually made it to the bathroom. Having a luring look in her eyes. Melissa let a Cheshire grin take over as she followed close behind.

For the next forty-five minutes, the two were lost in the shower. It had started of sweet and wholesome. Melissa had her hands in the mane of brown, scratching and scrubbing away any stress and worry. And it would've stayed that way had she not scratched right by the nape of the neck. Earning a muffled whine and her girlfriend even closer to her.

She let out a light chuckle and continued. Thinking nothing but a reflect of it. But when the noises happened a few times more, Melissa couldn't contain herself. The idea of just her touch doing so much to someone drove her insane.

That's why her lips found the soft neck. Kissing up to the pulse point and sinking her teeth in carefully. Sucking hard on the point, taking joy in how Phoebe squirmed immensely at the action.

Her head fell to give more access, crying out when curious hands found her boobs. She was ready to give everything and skip dinner.

It didn't help when Melissa spun her and kissed her hard. Hard and passionate. Every ounce of her love was poured out through just a single kiss.

Melissa felt hungry. Her hands began to hunt for anything to inflict more sounds. Desperate to hear any lewd noise that was caused by her.

First it was a hand slithering across Phoebe's stomach that made her chill, but it was the squeezing of her hips that made her shake with need. "Please Mel.." was lost in the steamy air as a skilled hand parted her legs and finding the right spot almost instantly. Teasing her clit with slow, agonizing circles that only took her so far.

"My sweet girl..." Melissa hummed as she added more pressure. Her lips found a spot right next to Phoebe's ear. Letting out a warm breath against the shell before bitting on it. Pulling a moan that would make a porn star blush.

It took them both back. They stopped and stared at each other. Both blushing, one more than the other, but just staring at each other. A hand reached to the ear. Stroking over where she bit. "Sensitive ears?" Melissa faintly smiled.

Phoebe shrugged, "I didn't know either." She huffed. "So..."

"Are you ok? Do you need a moment or anything?" Melissa tilted her head, worry evident in her eyes.

She was ready to care for the brunette almost instantly.

Phoebe shied away, feeling a small blush creep in her. "Do it again?" She looked through her lashes. Driving Melissa up a wall with the simple expression.

Melissa pulled her by the waist, flush against her body now. Phoebe could feel their heart beats finding the same rhythm.

In the moment she could only feel love. This was her other half. Her definite soul mate. Their hearts were united to one.

Her thoughts were mushed when she felt the same sensation. This time it was longer and full of hands grabbing at her skin. Melissa always knew how to touch her. How to make her absolute putty in her very hands.

Phoebe would be a fool not to let her. Her hands ran over Melissa's, trying to direct them towards her thighs. Eager for the hands to work their own magic.

No matter how many times they did this act, Phoebe could always feel her heart thumping in her chest. Feeling like at any second her ribs would break and her heart would fall out her chest and right into Melissa's hands.

Where she would hope that it'd be put away and treasured. Never to be touched or harm by anyone other than the key holder.

Melissa's index and middle finger slide further down. Teasing the dripping hole before slowly sinking in. Lost at the sensation. "You're so perfect, hun. Everything I've ever hoped for." Melissa would whisper into the younger woman's hair, a devilish smirk toying her lips.

The words made Phoebe gasp. Her hand gripping onto Melissa's arm that wrapped around her waist. Needing to be grounded by anything.

It had been awhile since the two had a chance to appreciate each other. Between school and constant practices, the two were just tired. The most they had time for was laying in each other's arms and sleeping. But this was relieving.

"It's been so long since I got to have you like this.

My little racer. Always moving so fast, but now we're gonna go slow. Just relax with me, against me, for me." Her voice was low and raspy. Almost being drowned out by the shower.

Phoebe's heart was pounding on her chest. She was worried it might break through for real with how hard it was beating. And it didn't help when she could feel Melissa's matching with every beat.

The racer couldn't help but begin to tremble. Feeling overwhelmed in the best ways entirely. "Just like that sweetheart. I can feel how close you are. You've missed me just as I've missed you. Didn't you?"

"Yes...it's been too long Melly." Phoebe whined.

The knot that had begun to tightened was suddenly too tight. "I'm right there, please Mel."

Melissa hummed and bit on the others ear again.

Both their holds becoming firm as Phoebe fell apart. "Thats it, you're ok. Doing so well." Melissa whispered sweet nothings to her. Holding her through her entire high and even after. Loving the feeling of just having her love in her arms.

Phoebe spun to face Melissa. The warm water on her back now. Her soft gaze peaked through her lashes. "You are amazing." She geeked. Her smile touching from ear to ear. "Now...it's your turn to relax."

She sunk onto her knees, kisses being left behind.

Kisses over Melissa's neck, her pulse, her collarbones, her chest, down her stomach, and to her thighs. "My beautiful woman. How lucky I am to have you," Phoebe smiled up. The delicacy in her eyes meaning nothing but love.

She licked her lips once over before pressing kisses closer and closer. Making Melissa hum in anticipation. Her head rolling back at the feeling of Phoebe's tongue licking through her folds. A delicious moan fell to Phoebe's ears, spurring her on with each move. Her hands holding onto Melissa, grabbing at her figure and massaging the pads of her fingers against it.

Melissa adored how the hands worked against her. They were so careful when pushing and pulling. So feather light when running miles along her. "Just like that Pheebs.." Melissa panted. Her hips rocking forcefully. Her hands found home in Phoebe's hair. Pulling from the scalp and earning moans from below. "You like that? Your hair being pulled?" Melissa groaned. Pulling just slightly harder. It gave her another moan, vibrating her entire body right over the edge. She came with a call of Phoebe's name.

The two took a second to catch their breaths. Humming as Phoebe slowly licked her clean. Rising to give a quick kiss before moving to let the cold water hit Melissa's front.

Phoebe, quick to rush out and into a towel. Running to the bed with giggles filling the room. She laid on her stomach, her body still dripping of water.

"We're gonna need new sheets now," Melissa walked into the doorway. Rolling her eyes as Phoebe made point to look her up and down.

"Well then let's make the most of this mess then,"

Phoebe tease, pushing her hips back and into the air.

She pushed up to crawl to the other side of the bed. Meeting Melissa at the edge with her bottom lip between her teeth. "Don't you wanna get messy?" Phoebe reached for Melissa, pulling her onto the bed. Straddling her waist and holding onto her waist.

Melissa chuckled, her hand pushing a wet strand of hair back. "You are so full of youth and energy."

"Then let me use my youth and energy to spoil you." Phoebe pressed her lips against the thumping pulse on Melissa's neck. Soon wrapping her lips around the same spot and sucking hard. Eager to leave a hickey in the morning.

Her hand wandered down between Melissa's legs. Tracing a range of circles on the bundle of nerves. Her other hand keeping Melissa spread out on the bed.

"How did you get so good," Melissa gave an airy laugh. "Your first time you couldn't even-" her sentence ended with a loud moan. She couldn't figure out what Phoebe did, but god did it feel good.

Melissa began to arch off the bed, her hips moving with Phoebe. The movement ceasing as Phoebe's arm pushed her hips down and held them there. "It'll feel better if you stay still Melly," Phoebe whispered. Her warm breath fanning across Melissa's neck.

And it did. Melissa wanted to scream to match the feeling. It worked her right over again. Leaving her short of breath. Phoebe pulled off, a dirty smirk on her face. The bruising and bite marks were scattered all across the left side.

The brunette picked up the phone and called for new sheets and pillows. Finally throwing the pajama over to Melissa. "The food should be up in a few. I ordered light since we have breakfast in the morning."

"Since when was breakfast?" Melissa sat up, slipping on the shirt. Her bottoms close behind. "We've never done breakfast before a big race?"

Phoebe beamed, "to making new memories. We can't live the same way forever." Phoebe worked on finding her pajamas next.

"What does that mean?" Melissa began to deconstruct the bed. Folding them into a small pile aim the table. "You tryna pull something on me?"

"Oh Mel, you always assume the worst from me.

It's nice little breakfast in bed. I heard the hotel has a really nice breakfast selection." Phoebe came back over, clothed in an old racing sweatshirt. "Just us before a race."

Melissa wanted to think further into it, really she did, but once Phoebe was helping to get the bed ready for new sheets, she didn't let her thoughts wander.

"Did Stephen tell you any times?" Phoebe said, knowing the answer entirely to the question. He had texted her the schedule for the day weeks ago, forcing her to remember it on her own.

Melissa froze, trying to think about the times. "He did.." she was thinking over it. "There was a noon, a one maybe, and something else." She threw out what she could remeber.

"I have been instructed to be up at ten, ready by eleven, track opens at noon, race starts at one." Phoebe recited. Her face never loosing a smug smile.

The red head scoffed playfully and resumed helping with the bed. Finishing getting ready for bed while waiting for room service. The two holding a small conversation while they moved.

The room service coming up while Phoebe was still doing her skin routine. "Is that room service?" She called out. "There's tip money on the dresser for them!"

Melissa looked around, not seeing it anywhere.

Her second thought was look in the bags. First it was the purse, then it was the racing bag. Just as her hand grabbed the bag Phoebe jumped out.

"Mel." Her voice was demanding. It was solid and lacking that usual warmth. "The money was right here," she smiled. Taking it out to the worker and bidding them goodbye.

"Got pretty stern there for a second," Melissa picked up the sheet. "Haven't heard that voice for a good minute."

Phoebe could tell she wasn't going to let it go as easily. "I have a bomb in my bag." Was her first thought. It came out before she could think it over. It gained a laugh, "I'm sorry about that voice though. I don't know why it came up."

"It's ok hun, you're under a lot more stress. I know you don't like when anybody goes through that bag." Melissa finished putting on the sheets, moving so Phoebe could throw the pillows back to the top.

Phoebe hummed, flopping down onto the bed with a gruff. "How was your day? Work? Barb?"

Melissa sat next to her, lying on her side with her head propped up. "They found out I was a fan of NASCAR today. Janine wants to go to the next Daytona race, I said if she can hold onto liking nascar that long I'll get her and Jacob passes. Barb questioned me a bit. I think she's upset I've never mentioned it. She asked me who he was." She summed up her day.

"Well wait till she finds out that he is a she," Phoebe rolled her head to look at Mel. "How come you've never mentioned me?"

"How come you're so interested in being known?" Melissa returned the question.

Phoebe was silent for a second. "Because once I start showing up with lunches for you, it's gonna be hard to keep me quiet. And plus, my coworkers know about you, yes they've never met you, but still."

"When you finish first, we can talk about this more." Melissa leaned over to place a chaste kiss. Moving to grab the dinner for the two and the tv remote.

Phoebe's eyes fluttered open. The sun peaking and illuminating the room. Her arm reached over to look for Melissa, frowning when there was an empty space.

The brunette sat up, rubbing her eyes and trying to focus her view. Searching around the room before moving out to the kitchen. "Mel?" Her groggy voice sounded the quiet room. "Mel are you still here?"

"Kitchen hun, use your nose." Melissa answered finally.

Phoebe crawled out of bed, following the sounds and smells that Melissa made from the mini kitchen.

With soft steps, Phoebe hugged Melissa from behind. Breathing her in with a huff. "No negative energy before a race, you know this."

"It's not negative," Phoebe grumbled. Taking another second before letting Melissa work. "I was supposed to be the one in the kitchen."

"No offense, and I'm only saying this cus I've been dating you for five years, you can not cook. And I mean that out of love and worry that one day you'll undercook something and get sick." Melissa poked. Knowing she made a point because it's already happened before. "Plus, you love my cooking."

Phoebe pondered over it, agreeing and sitting on the stool on the other side of the counter. "Are you excited today?" She began to zone in on how Melissa moved with the ingredients.

"It's your big race day. It's all they've been talking about on the news. Yous making history today," she didn't look up from cutting anything. She knew you were watching and listening. "Are you nervous?"

Phoebe wanted to answer, really she did, but there were absolutely no words to describe how nervous she really was. Today was the possibly the second biggest day in her life, the first would be the wedding.

"Pheebs? You still with me?" Melissa waved her hand in front of the spaced out girls face. "You've never been this nervous before, are you all right?"

Phoebe's head nodded for her. "I'm making history today." Phoebe couldn't help the smile that ran her lips. "And you'll be right by my side."

"I wouldn't dream of being anywhere else," Melissa whole-heartedly responded. "But seriously, just breathe today. No matter what, I think you are the world's greatest racer."

The smile only grew, along with a heavy blush.

Melissa took note of it. Phoebe was easy to fluster, a simple look would do if wanted, but this reaction wasn't a sexual thing. It was so new and it made Melissa feel a new sense of true love.

"What is going on with you today?" She tried to laugh off the look but it just couldn't be shakes. "I've seen you nervous before but this is so different. You're glowing almost."

Phoebe let a soft shrug go, "I just feel so lucky to be where I am. And I can only keep thinking into the future and where it'll take me. Not to mention I have the best, most amazing, delicious, most bad ass girlfriend right in front of me." Phoebe got up to come back around the counter. Walking right into the open arms and just sighing. "I love you."

"I love you too," Melissa placed a kiss to the side of her head. Resting hers against where she kissed.

If either were to move it would ruin the moment, but thankfully neither wanted to move. They enjoyed each other's existence on such an extreme level.

"Do you want to eat before you get ready?" Melissa mumbled. Separating them just slightly. Phoebe nodded, slowly letting a mischievous grin forming. "Now what?" Melissa chuckled.

"Just that maybe I could have two breakfast?" Phoebe suggested the idea. "The first being what you made, which I'm assuming is pancakes, and then the second being you." She showed a toothy grin. A subtle pink grazing her features.

Melissa was baffled by the offer. Genuinely not expecting it. And she couldn't lie, the idea was tempting, but she knew how that could be a cause with a long line of effects. "How bout this, you win this race, and I'll let you do anything you can think of. Anything you've ever thought of. And if you loose, I'll be the one doing everything. Okay?" She spoke lowly. A sneaky smile toying with her lips.

"Deal," Phoebe quickly agreed. Sealing their deal with a kiss and moving to see the pancakes. "These look delicious Mel! Thank you!"

"Gotta start your day right hun, dig in. You have about half an hour before hell breaks in." Melissa grabbed herself a plate.

Phoebe bit the pancake whole, "hell?"

"Stephen has sent hair and makeup to get you ready. He texted me knowing you would still be asleep. So really eat now cause once Stephen gets here, you're really out of my hands." Melissa finished topping her food. "Let's eat in bed."

There wasn't much choice given as Melissa was already moving into the bedroom. Making herself comfy towards the middles of the bed. Phoebe only had the option to follow. Having the realization that today was the last day she'd be calling Melissa her girlfriend. The thought made her glow extremely.

Phoebe stood right by the car. Her heart was pounding as she put the helmet on.

"Alrighty, you've done this before. You've done it six more times before that. I'm gonna talk you through it. All of it. What I need from you, is to keep it steady. You can't freak on me." Stephen's voice crackled through the mic. "Talk to me kid."

"No freaking. It's a race I've done before. I can do this." She climbed in. Eliminating any second thoughts.

She took in the familiar car. Looking for her motivation once more, only failing to find it. "Stephen! Where's my pictures? It should be here, I can't find it. I never race without it, and what if-"

"Breathe. We decided today you needed a bigger motivation. You have a lot on you. So, Phoebe it has been an honor to race with you, but for your record breaking race you need someone else. And before I pass it over, I know I'm talking a lot, your physical motivation is in the bag under your chair. Now good luck, and go kick their ass." His voice sounded almost emotional for once.

"You so suck, ya know?" Phoebe sniffed. She had been crying a little bit too hard. Phoebe reached under, feeling the bag and pulling it up. She reached in, laughing through the tears. "What's my next surprise?"

"I am," Melissa's smile was evident in her voice. Even as she heard Phoebe groan in tears. "You ready?"

Phoebe had to lift her visor to wipe the tears. "Let's kick some ass."

After hours of laps, hours of conversations, an hour of singing like there was no tomorrow, and hours of laughs, Phoebe was coming up in her last lap. Passing the mark before the final.

"You're so close hun. I can see you. This is it. Dave is behind you, Andrew right behind him. You just have to make these few turns and then your home solid." Melissa was standing high up. Watching the blue car race around a few more corners. "Thats it angel, just a little more."

Phoebe was quiet. Suddenly feeling cold and nervous. "Mel. What do my surrounding looks like? Where's the line? How many more turns?" She quickly questioned. After doing so many laps, the track begins to blend together.

"Um, still in front of Dave and Andrew, you have two more turns and then a dash to the line. Is everything ok?" Melissa sensed the sudden shift. Examining the car quickly. "Pheebs?"

"It's fine. I'm just nervous. I have what, a minute left? Have I ever told you how much I really love you? I know I say it everyday but I want to say it for a gazillion more. Until time runs out. In this universe and every other one. I love you with everything I have Melly." Phoebe felt tears begin to fall again.

"Save your sappiness for when you can kiss me at the finish line. Front stretch hun. You're so close." Melissa had a death grip on the railing. Leaning to see Phoebe make the last turn. "I'm proud of you sweet girl. You've done so much for yourself. Last stretch, as fast as you can."

Phoebe put a bit more pressure. Watching as the number began to climb. Her heart was pounding with the growing speed. She could see it. The finish line. Dave and Andrew too far back to catch up now. She was right there. About to finish her eight Daytona race.

Five seconds off of the line the car began to fill with smoke. She reached for the ring without thinking and finished the race blind.

Melissa's voice fell on deaf ears as Phoebe began to search for the seatbelt buckle. Desperate to get out.

From the outside, Dave and Andrew stopped as fast as they could, rushing to get to Phoebe. Breaking the windows as smoke oozed out the car.

The crowd was in silence as other racers came to help. Medical standing by till the woman was retrieved. It was taking too long for comfort. Melissa couldn't stand back and watch. They were taking too long. She ran over, pushing through to see.

Regretting it as Phoebe was helped as she climbed out. Her helmet being taken off as she took deep breathes. Her body felt rigid and stiff. She sat back onto her legs looking to the sky then down to her hands.

"Thank you," she whispered when she looked back up. She stood and was still for a second. An infectious smile dawning on her as she began to cry of joy. She looked to the boys. "I just made NASCAR history...again." Her arms raised in the air, "fucking finally!" She cried out to the small crowd. Turning to the now put out car and running to jump on it. Listening to the crowd scream with excitement at their winner.

Phoebe laughed and glanced around. Finding her love easily out the crowd. That's when Phoebe jumped down and ran over to her. Grabbing her face and laughing. "I did it! I'm ok!" She wiped away the fallen tears. Pulling Melissa into her arms and just laughing. "I'm ok I promise."

Melissa held on tightly. "Had to go out with a bang huh?" She buried her face into Phoebe's neck.

Phoebe laughed again, "it's the only way to go out. If I won without any complication, did I really win? I'm ok that's what matters, we're ok!"

Melissa sniffled before leaving the embrace, standing arms length. "Congrats hun."

"I love you Mel."

"I love you too Pheebs."

Phoebe stated before smiling like a dork. "I set the records." She simply said. Turning to look at the car once more, she laughed. "I set the records!" She yelled. Earning cheers once more.

It was(almost) a perfect race.

Phoebe stood on the table, drink raised to the sky as Melissa pulled at the hem of her dress. Doing her best to keep her girlfriend reasonably covered. It wasn't that Phoebe was drunk or anything, but Melissa knew how unaware she could be of her own beauty.

"A toast! Mine of tonight! Thank you to everyone who has believed in me this year. To the boys for rushing to my aid. To Stephen, my manger since before time. To the pit team today. But mostly, thank you to Melissa." Phoebe rambled before looking down to the red head. The light making her glassy green eyes reflecting a million memories. "Thank you. For absolutely everything you have done for me."

Phoebe's glass raised at the end, everyone following with clinks of drinks together. The brunette jumped down, standing close to Melissa. "Thank you again. My motivation." Phoebe softly spoke. Her voice fading with the music and chatter, yet Melissa heard.

"Motivation? What does that mean?" She furrowed her brows, a small smirk playing at her lips.

"Every race I had a picture of you in the dash. But I think it's well lost now." Phoebe shrugged, defeat swimming in her eyes as she tried to play it cool.

Melissa laughed at the look. "Hun we can make more, what would your new motivation picture be?"

Phoebe thought for a second. Her fingers tapping against her chin. "You on our wedding day." She answered with a serious undertone. Enjoying the shocked look on Melissa's face.

"Well then get to it," she clapped back. Her eyes holding nothing but a childlike glimmer. "After all, it's been five years."

Phoebe's jaw dropped, "wow! Ok! And why was stopping you from asking?" She raised a brow, arms crossing over her chest.

Melissa winked and walked away. Her hips swaying just a bit more than usual. She knew she didn't need to answer. As she walked, she thought of the conversation. Yes Phoebe had mentioned getting married but Melissa never thought it would be to her. Yet here they were, five years deep and neither one had made a move to further their relationship. They agreed it was perfect as is. Melissa just smiled to herself as she started collecting her stuff.

"Melissa," Stephen waltzed up to the red head. Holding out his hand with a small piece of paper.

In closer inspection it was a picture of melissa. An old one from at least six summers ago. It was a date that Phoebe had planned and told Melissa to meet her by a coffee shop. She stood in a blue floral sundress, white Converses, and frilly socks. Half her hair pulled back into a blue bow with front pieces framing her face.

Meanwhile Melissa was in a long floral dress. A jean jacket over and her purse on her shoulder. Her red waves were messily, but almost perfectly, pulled up into a high ponytail.

"What is this?" She frowned looking up to the manager. Not sure how he had the picture.

"It was Phoebe's motivation but we gave her a better one. Enjoy your night with her. You make her happy beyond what she lets on." His soft lips turned up before he spun to head into the crowd.

Melissa hummed as she went back to examining the picture. Realizing she doesn't know what he meant by 'better motivation' really meant. But when her eyes found Phoebe's, they were already on her. A heavy blush on Phoebe's cheeks, yet her smile was stronger than ever.

With a single finger, Phoebe beckoned Melissa to follow her outside. Leading them off to walk along the beach as the sun began to set. Neither talking and just holding hands.

"I enjoy being with you." Phoebe hummed. Smiling to herself as the cold water washed over her feet. "You truly have changed my world for the better. I couldn't imagine a world where you said no to me begging you for a date."

Melissa snickered at the memory, "I'll give it to you. You had dedication and a schedule for asking me." She continued the reminiscing.

"Had to keep you thinking of me somehow. I wanted my chance desperately since the day I met you." The brunette confessed. "But..."

"But?" Melissa frowned. Fear suddenly running in her veins. "But what?"

"But now I ask you for another chance." The two had stopped walking at the point. Phoebe standing in face to face with Melissa.

Her green eyes watched as Phoebe lowered down on one knee. A small black bow coming into view. Tears began to fill her eyes and her breathing became irregular. She couldn't believe it.

"Melissa Ann Schemmenti, you know I adore everything about you. Your sass, your cooking, your death glares, everything. Every single thing about you I love. And I know it's five years, but I know I want to spend every morning by your side. Every night to go to sleep with you. Melly, will you marry me?" She had tears escaping from the corners of her eyes.

With a sniffle and a head bob, the ring was slid on and they shared a kiss. Listening to the cheers that happened from behind them. Many having phones to capture the moment.

"I love you so much," Phoebe gave a heartfelt laugh. Kissing Melissa passionately before raising her left hand into the air and cheering.

Monday had come around again. Big chatter in the teachers lounge about NASCAR.

"And now suddenly they're engaged! Like for five years they're a secret and now they're getting married. Crazy timing man." Jacob was going on about the engagement post made by Phoebe.

The picture being their silhouettes with the sunset, a heartfelt caption 'dedicated to my eternal happiness'. Keeping it brief and sentimental.

"Can't even guess who it is unless you compare figures. I mean you can clearly tell that this one is Phoebe and then this is her now fiancé. There's absolutely no trace." Janine stared at the post. In her head, if she stared long enough it was going to come to her.

Ava waltzed in with her signature smile. "Maybe it's a publicity stunt. Boost her name or whatever. I do it all the time."

"No, I don't think it is because there's no already existing rumors of her and anyone." Jacob debunked. Leaning to look at the picture once more. Really taking in the mystery woman.

Melissa was humming as she walked into the lounge. Her hands busy with her phone as she followed her daily routine. Making the room still at the new behavior.

That's when Janine saw it. The gold ring that made home on Melissa's ring finger.

"YOURE ENGAGED?!" She shouted. Putting the rooms focus on the ring as it shined in the light. "Since when were you even dating anyone?!"

"Since five years ago. Like I said, there's a lot you don't know about me." The red head winked and took her seat next to Barb, who looked a bit hurt at the new confession. "Let me explain why I never told you."

"Please, because I would love to know." She crossed her arms and leaned back, waiting for the reason to come out.

"Come over tonight, I know it's only Monday but I'd rather explain in private than with the goons listening." Melissa joked, her thumb points over to Janine and Jacob listening.

"So do we all get to find out after Barb or do we just get left in the dark?" Gregory piped in, geneuinly curious of this new relationship.

Melissa only shrugged and continued with her morning routine.

A few hours rolled by and Barb stood at Melissa's front door. A bottle of their favorite in hand and her purse in the other. The door opened and there was the red head. Her hair pulled up and blush on her cheeks. She opened it further for her friend.

"This better be good if they have you blushing like this." Barb walked past, making her own way to the kitchen. "Seriously Melissa. There's a whole life I don't seem to know about. So who ever this man is-"

"He's a she!" Melissa blurted out as Barbra had a view of the kitchen.

Her eyes had to be tricking her. Barbra didn't know much of NASCAR, wasn't her thing, but with the talk that Janine and Jacob had been doing, and with the news, it was very easy to tell who the person was. Phoebe Stern had a worried smile on her face as she chopped up food. "Before you ask, no I can't cook. Mel just has me chopping up the basics."

"That was not my first question," Barbra turned to Melissa. "You have two minutes, and that is me being generous, on why she's in your kitchen."

Melissa moved closer. "This is my fiancé!" She said with spirit fingers aimed at Phoebe. "For the past five years this has been a secret mostly for both of our privacy, but recently we've been more ok with being public. We wanted to introduce each other to the most important people in our lives before going full public." She was quick to explain, taking a stand next to Phoebe and taking the cut up vegetables and dumping them into the bit. "And I'm sorry I kept it a secret for so long, the only people who really knew were our families. We just didn't want it to be a spotlight topic."

Barb was silent for a long minute. Just staring between the two and trying to think of anything. She exhaled heavily, "it's nice to meet you." She held out her hand, trying to keep her smile up.

"Phoebe. Mel has told me so much about you, it's nice to know she's terrible at impersonating you." The brunette softly shook the hand. She was giving her best smile, hoping to make good first impressions with the best friend.

"And the internet has told me so much about you, dear. I guess I might as well get ready for a night of questions!" Barb joked and moved to get three wine glasses.

Melissa and Phoebe shared a look before going with it. Acting as if that was the reaction they were expecting.

And after hours of talking, Barbra Howard knew this was the one for Melissa. She liked how open Phoebe was and how willing she was to treat the two woman while they conversed. She could see the look of love in those brown eyes every time they were on the red head. Melissa was in very safe hands and Barb knew it.

The two were slightly more wine drunk than Phoebe (they had finished two bottles). "Ya know Phoebe, I really like you. And even though I was unaware of you for almost ten years, just based on tonight I can tell you really to have good intentions with Melissa." The older woman spoke. Her eyes a bit hazy from the glasses, but she stared to Phoebe. A soft, warm smile plastered in her lips. But it quickly dropped, "but so help me. You pull what Joe did and you will find out. Understood?" Her face was stern.

Phoebe felt a cold wave rush over her as the color in her face drained a bit. She knew this woman was serious. From what Mel had said? There was no doubt Barbra Howard had a mean, vicious bite. "Yes ma'am." She quietly got out. Grabbing the glasses and placing them in the kitchen.

"I should get going. Gerald is outside, but before I do. Come summer, join us on our cruise?" Barb extended the invite. "Originally it was just going to be Melissa and an adventure to find her someone but it's clear she doesn't need my help with that."

"I'd love to join, I'm sure Mel already knows the dates." Phoebe agreed, looked over to Melissa who was staring with that look in her eyes. Both their cheeks began to warm up, both for different reasons. Phoebe snapped her head back to Barbra, proceeding to play it cool. "It was lovely to finally meet you. I enjoyed the night entirely."

"It was lovely to meet you too, Phoebe. Everyone at work will have a hard time believing you Mel." The woman gave a sly smile and left with a goodnight.

Phoebe hummed her way back into the kitchen, ready to clean up the few glasses and plates. Laughing when arms wrapped around her from behind.

"You got along with Barb just fine," Melissa whispered. Hugging tighter and becoming closer each second.

Phoebe hummed with a shrug. "You've told me so much of course I did. I want your friends and co workers to like me. I have your family down but there's bound to be more than just them at the wedding."

Melissa was silent. In her arms stood her fiancé. Soon to be wife. The gorgeous, sexy, young woman in her arms wanted to be legally bound to her. She couldn't help but feel hot at the idea. To see Phoebe on the wedding day all dressed up. To get to tell people that that was her wife.

"Earth to Melly? Wedding already giving you cold feet?" Phoebe teased, still washing the dishes. "I promise I won't take complete control and give you some say."

Melissa still wasn't back from her own world. Still staring at Phoebe's hands under the water. She couldn't seem to process the fact she was getting married again. But this time there was no jitters, no cold feet, no second thoughts. Just pure adoration and love. Her entire world was right here. "Mel? Really, what's going on back there?"

"I get to love you forever," Melissa sighed. Squeezing Phoebe one good time before pull away. She leaned on the island and just admired her fiancé. Fiancé. She loved how it sounded. This is Phoebe, my fiancé she thought to herself. "You are so beautiful."

Phoebe giggled at the compliment, "not too bad yourself, Schemmenti." She dried off her hands and turned to mirror Melissa's pose. Seeing the shock look at the response making her smile a bit.

"Thats my line," Melissa sassed as she squinted her eyes. Only for them to widen as Phoebe waltzed over, getting close. Her arms trapping Melissa between the counter and herself. Melissa could feel the warmth of her breath now.

They were so close in the moment. Neither one wanting to move, a silent fight for control happening. Melissa was stubborn when it came to these stare offs. No matter how badly she wanted to give in to those sweet brown eyes. But it was different this time. The sweet brown eyes were hypnotizing her tonight. Telling her to give in for just one night. It'd be worth it if she did.

Phoebe saw the falter in Melissa's stare, knowing she won. Her head dipping close to the other's neck, slowly peppering kisses up.

"My Melly," she hummed, earning a low hum in return. Phoebe pulled back, smiling brightly at Melissa. Grabbing her hand and just pulling her towards the bedroom. Leading her in first before closing the door and coming to stand toe to toe. Her hands softly playing with the shirt. "I can't wait to marry you. To start a family. To grow together. To be together."

Melissa didn't know how to respond to this new side. It was like the title brought something out into the light. It was much more alluring than Phoebe's normal behavior. "Phoebe Schemmenti does have a nice ring to it," Melissa began to rub her hands up and down Phoebe's arms.

Phoebe hummed and leaned in for a kiss. A pleased hummed as Melissa kissed back with hunger. Pulling her by the waist to be touching. The kiss getting hotter and their breathing heavier. They stumbled backwards towards the bed. Hitting the side and falling backwards with a thump.

The kiss broke and Melissa scooted back with her arms. Entranced as Phoebe crawled up her. A devious look swirling around her eyes. "What has gotten into you?" She whispered with a smile.

"It's the title." Phoebe simply answered. Leaving kisses against Melissa's neck carefully. Only to lead her astray as she bit down of the pulse point. Soothing it with her tongue and kisses. "Something about it."

Melissa's back arched a bit when Phoebe began sucking on the point. Eager to leave a bruise but knew she couldn't. Not till summer obviously.

Phoebe let her hands wander under the shirt. Lightly trailing her hands up, bringing the shirt up with her. Wasting no second to her the fabric off and on the floor. Leaving Melissa's pink bra exposed. Phoebe loved how the color looked against her skin. It made her mouth water.

"You're staring intensely this time." Melissa poked, her finger jabbing Phoebe in the side. "If you're going to do something, get to it."

"Someone doesn't like being kept waiting." Phoebe playfully rolled her eyes. Sitting up and removing her own shirt. Surprising Melissa with an intricate lace set. Embroidered flowers scattered about the fabric.

Melissa followed the lining with her eyes, realizing it's a one piece that still goes down. "What did I do to earn this?"

"You said yes," Phoebe pressed a kiss to her lips. Slow and soft. Taking her time with how she moved against Melissa. Her hips grinding down with precision. "Can't you picture it Melly? Our future together?"

It was something about how Phoebe was speaking that was driving Melissa mad. She felt squirmish and eager to proceed. "Pheebs..."

Her kisses began to travel. "Us in this house. Twins who run around, picture it Melly. Really picture it. The family vacations, telling your family, I want my future with you more than anything." Her words were true and sweet. Making Melissa feel dizzy at the mix of emotions.

Phoebes hands worked at the gold belt buckle, smoothly pulling off and undoing the jeans. Painfully slow dragging them down her pale legs. "Wouldn't you want that?"

"More than anything, Pheebs." Melissa was struggling to catch her breath. "I need something, anything, please. Just touch me the way you do!"

Phoebe gave one last hum, "anything for you, Schemmenti."

The jeans were yanked the rest of the way off. Leaving Melissa mostly bare. She gasped as kisses were placed along her stretch marks. "Phoebe?"

"I never tell you how beautiful you are. How insane you drive me with just a look. And then you start to speak and I loose all sense of reality." Phoebe spoke so softly, scared she might be dreaming. "I'm so happy you said yes."

The sound Melissa let out was new, but Phoebe didn't stop her actions. Continuing to pull the whimpers with just simple kisses. She kissed closer and closer to where Melissa needed her the most. Her hands snaking around the plush thighs. Pulling them more apart.

Melissa couldn't help the rush of heat that ran through her at the feelings she felt at the sight. It truly was the title. It had to be the title making Phoebe act like this. Her thoughts wanted to run on analyzing everything but couldn't focus at the first swipe. It was teasing and mean. Just barely brushing over her clit.

Phoebe didn't hold back after that. Her arms kept Melissa open while her tongue worked its magic. Listening to each moan and gasp that filled the air.

"Just like that....fuck.....oh god right there!" She panted. Tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. It was enough to hold her at the edge but not enough to set her over. "More...fuck Phoebe..."

Phoebe pressed her tongue flat and harder, earning a cry of her name as she repeated the action. Slowing as Melissa came down from her high. Love pecks being placed all over her inner thighs, which then became love marks. A painting of bruises soon formed.

Melissa was still catching her breathe as Phoebe shimmied out of her pants.

"The longer you look the more confident I'm going to feel." She smirked as she spun and posed a little bit. Popping out her ass and raising her arms. Stretching out her figure for full display. "Ruin me, Melly." She giggled and just as Melissa got up to grab her, she backed up. "But you have to catch me first," and before the red head knew it, she was playing a game of cat and mouse.

Her prize being Phoebe in any way. This was a new experience. They had never done anything near this before, but it seemed so effortless for Phoebe. So effortless to let Melissa chase her through the dimly lit house.

Melissa wanted to play along, see where this was really heading. So she grabbed a big shirt and began to search. Thinking nothing of the game till she really remembered the last time they played hide and seek. How quiet Phoebe could move around and she would never know. It was an unsettling feeling at times, when she actually had the intent to scare.

As melissa asked through the quiet house, she could feel hands on her but then once she turned around, Phoebe was no where in sight. "You little witch, face me like a woman." Her voice called out into the silence. Praying that the on edge feeling wouldn't show.

A soft hand dragged itself across her back, but just as she turned around, she found no one. Sighing, she proceeded with caution. Finding her way into the study and searching through the darkness. Heading in to get any source of light from the lamp.

"Melly," a seductive hum came from the doorway. Melissa's green eyes traced the outline. Drooling a little at the sight. "Your times up."

"I didn't know I was being timed." Melissa smirked, her feet carrying her over to stand close. "You don't make it easy for me either."

Phoebe flashed that pearly smile, "where'd be the fun in letting you win?" Her hands ran under the shirt, massaging Melissa's waist. "I won though, so it means I get to do whatever."

"Thats not fair, you only gave me like a minute." Melissa huffed with a frown. Freezing as Phoebe circled her and hugged her body tightly. Her lips hovering against her neck.

"Let me adore you Melly. You work so hard and do so much for me, let me just try and compare and give you this. Let me love you." Phoebe had the slightest whine in her voice. Desperate to please after so long.

Melissa couldn't help but feel weak in the moment. She couldn't say no if she wanted to. Phoebe had her wrapped around her pretty little finger. The way she was willing to do anything Phoebe would ask. From a simple kiss to murder.

"Fine," Melissa exhaled. Her tone seeming as if she was going to fight against it, but in the end, both knew she wouldn't.

A soft thank you was whispered before Phoebe found the pulse point again. This time loosing all control and leaving a hickey, dragging it all down the side of her neck.

Melissa loved the feeling. How Phoebes lips so easily worked against her skin. How effortless she had to try since she knew every inch of Melissa. "Pheebs...stop teasing me," she lowly warned. Her hands fidgeting just slightly at her side.

"Did you know, ever since I moved in and saw your office I couldn't stop thinking of how'd you'd look on top of it. Legs spread wide open while your head falls back. So Melly, as my prize, I want you on that desk." Her hands pushed her slightly towards the wood furniture. A glint of joy swirling in her eyes. It danced with lust and love as the two took steps in sync backwards.

Melissa lifted her self up onto the desk. Legs spreading as Phoebe came to stand in front of her. The two shared another passionate kiss. They moved slowly, knowing they were in no rush at all. But when Phoebe's hands are in the mix, Melissa needed more than just a kiss.

Phoebe could sense what she was doing, and she was too lost in the moment to keep teasing. She lowered down, leaving kisses behinds where she could.

Her eyes stared up at Melissa, finding the green ones and holding them. Her tongue giving a slow, sensual lick. She watched as the action caused the older woman's jaw to slack. Phoebe repeated the action, picking up her pace each swipe.

"You and that...that fucking tongue," Melissa grabbed a fistful of brown hair. "Fuck Phoebe, just like that!" She got out through a clenched jaw.

Melissa came with a violent jolt and a loud moan. Her thighs going to close, put were restricted. It took a second for her to process what was happening, and once she did her arms gave out. Putting her on her back as Phoebe didn't let up and kept eating her out.

"I haven't had a taste of you in too long. The amount of built up desire for you Melly, it's enough to kill a man." Phoebe's voice was low and tingly.

The room filled with strands of moans and curses as Phoebe brought Melissa over the edge multiple times more.

The three taps to her head being a signal that it was too much now. And while Melissa laid back, Phoebe ran to grab a cold towel and water. Along with an orange.

And after the cleaning up, the two sat on the floor in the living room. Leaning against each other and being content with the soft tv chatter.

The two just thinking of everything that just happened. Turning to look at each other in union, they smiled and laughed. It lasted a few seconds before Phoebe stared with a grin, "my fiancé." It was a whisper so quiet that it nearly got stolen by the wind.

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