#okay this was slightly better than my last one

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Wedding Night | LN4

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ summary ━━━━━━━ Lando and Y/N shared their first night as husband and wife, their love unfolding in soft, unhurried touches.

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ pairing ━━━━━━━ Lando Norris x she!reader

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ word count ━━━━━━━ 4.6k

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ warnings ━━━━━━━ +18, sexual content, p in v, unprotected sex, soft sex

Based on this request.

Moonlight spilled through the windows of the centuries-old Italian villa, painting soft silver streaks across the plush cream carpet. The air was still thick with the lingering scent of gardenias and white roses, a delicate reminder of the wedding that had just taken place. Y/N stepped inside first, still wearing her gorgeous wedding gown, though she walked more slowly now than she had all day. The bustle of the reception had ended, the guests had gone to their nearby accommodations, and there, in the quiet hush of night, she and Lando were finally alone.

He closed the door behind them with a soft click, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You realize,” he said in a hushed tone, “that this is the first time we’ve been truly alone all day.”

She laughed gently, leaning back against one of the carved wooden bed posts. “I know. I feel like every time I turned around, someone was trying to talk to us, take a photo, or push another glass of champagne into my hand.”

Lando advanced toward her, and her breath caught in her throat. The day had been long—joyful, intense, and thrilling—but now the air seemed charged with a different kind of anticipation. His dark suit jacket was still on, the fabric slightly rumpled from the evening’s events. 

Lando gently brushed his knuckles along her cheek, an affectionate gesture he had come to do so often in the past three years. “Are you okay?” he asked softly, his voice warm with concern and tenderness.

She opened her eyes, meeting the sea-green gaze of her new husband. A timid, excited smile curved her lips. “I’m perfect,” she whispered, stepping forward so she could rest her forehead against his. “But I’m also exhausted… in a good way. I still can’t believe this is real.”

Lando chuckled under his breath, the teasing spark that always danced in his eyes visible once again. “You better believe it, Mrs. Norris,” he said, letting the last two words hang in the air. He grinned when he noticed the faint flush on her cheeks. Even after everything, she still got shy whenever he said her new name.

She tried to look away, biting down on her bottom lip to stifle a bigger smile. “I’m still not used to hearing that,” she admitted.

“Well, you have a lifetime to get used to it.” His voice was warm, edged with quiet amusement. Instead of kissing her, he tilted his head slightly, letting the moment linger between them. Her gaze drifted downward, landing on his tie, which hung loosely around his neck—a familiar sight, one that carried memories of whispered goodbyes and hurried, stolen moments.

He followed her gaze and gave a small laugh. “Want to do the honors?” he asked, a teasing lilt in his voice.

Y/N flushed but nodded, motioning for him to step closer. Carefully, she began to loosen the tie from around his neck. Her knuckles brushed his throat, and she felt his pulse thrum under her fingertips.

“You know,” she teased, glancing up into his eyes, “I’ve done this so many times, but never as Mrs. Norris.”

A shiver of delight lit up his gaze. “Has a nice ring to it, huh?”

She swallowed, nodding. “It really does.”

His hands came up to gently rest on her waist, and a faint sigh escaped her lips. Outside, a nightingale trilled somewhere in the villa’s gardens. The music that had swirled throughout the day was gone, replaced by their own quiet breaths and the soft rustle of her gown as she shifted.

“You look breathtaking,” he murmured, stepping back an inch to take her in. The white lace and satin of her wedding dress still hugged her figure perfectly, though the train was slightly wrinkled from hours of dancing and walking around. “I can’t believe I got to see you walking down that aisle.”

She smiled shyly, remembering how his eyes had glistened with emotion during the ceremony. “I was so nervous,” she admitted. “Not because I was unsure of you, but just… the whole day felt so surreal. And now it’s over, and we’re actually here.”

Lando reached up, his fingers slipping into her hair with deliberate slowness, threading through the intricate twists and waves. He didn’t rush, just let his touch linger, savoring the feel of her beneath his hands. “Well, now we have tonight,” he murmured, his voice warm and low, “and every other night after that. But let’s start with tonight, yeah?”

She closed her eyes as his fingers brushed through her hair, reveling in the warmth that swept over her. “Mmm,” she murmured, “I’d like that.” She opened her eyes and gave him a soft smile, filled with love.

Y/N closed her eyes again as his finger tips slid gently into her hair. Pin by pin, he removed each hidden bobby pin and decorated comb. Occasionally, he would pause, carefully pulling out a pearl-tipped hairpin that made her wince slightly when it snagged on a few strands. Lando would whisper a soft apology, pressing a kiss to her temple and carrying on. It was slow, sweet work, and it made her shoulders loosen with every piece he freed.

Eventually, her hair tumbled down in soft waves around her shoulders. He ran his hands gently through it, smiling as he massaged her scalp. “There,” he breathed, admiring the sight of her with her hair out and her wedding dress still glowing in the moonlight. “You look so gorgeous.”

She rolled her eyes playfully, cheeks aflame, unable to handle just how fully and unabashedly he adored her. “You say that like you didn’t see me in my dress all day.”

“Call me greedy, but I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of it,” he teased, leaning in for another slow, tender kiss. “But as much as I love this dress on you…” He paused, letting his fingers trace the intricate lace at her shoulders. “I’m also incredibly eager to get you out of it.”

A bubble of laughter slipped past her lips. “Oh, Mr. Norris,” she teased back, doing her best to summon confidence. Even after all their time together, sometimes it still felt surreal that this charming, successful, impossibly handsome man was hers. “Think you can figure out how to get me out of it?”

Lando glanced at the hidden zipper. He gently turned her around so he could examine the elaborate array of tiny buttons that ran down the back. “Well… it might take a while,” he said, a slow grin spreading over his face. “I’m up for the challenge.”

She laughed, remembering the many times they had navigated zippers and tiny buttons over the years of their relationship. “I trust you haven’t forgotten your technique,” she teased, turning around so he could work on the hidden row of buttons trailing down her spine. “But do be careful—I don’t want you ripping the dress. My poor mother might have a heart attack if she heard.”

He pressed a playful kiss to the back of her neck, setting her skin alight. “Don’t worry, I’m still the same man who’s mastered the art of carefully getting you out of complicated outfits.”

Carefully, Lando’s fingers began working on the delicate row of buttons. It was fiddly and complicated, but his patience never wavered. He trailed tiny, adoring kisses down the back of her neck, across her shoulders, and along her spine whenever he managed to open another inch of the dress. Each time, she shivered. The warmth of his breath, combined with the electric sensation of his lips, shot tingles of anticipation through her body.

It took him a few moments of concentration. Every so often, one stubborn button would make her giggle as he struggled, and he’d lightly bite his lip in mock frustration. But eventually, her dress loosened around her torso. She shrugged her shoulders and let it slip down to her hips.

Lando stepped to her side, letting his hand graze from her bare shoulder down her arm in a comforting stroke. He’d seen her body countless times before; they were anything but strangers to one another in that aspect. Yet, the tenderness in his eyes made it feel like the first time all over again.

He noticed the slight stiffness in her posture. Her arms instinctively crossed over her chest, an old habit she’d never quite shaken. Gently, he placed his hands on top of hers, uncurling her arms. “Hey,” he said softly, sliding his palm against her cheek to angle her face toward him, “look at me.”

She blinked, looking up, her eyes laced with a hint of vulnerability.

He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her lips. “I love you,” he said, voice serious despite the smile playing on his lips. “All of you. Every inch of you—always have.”

Y/N’s throat constricted with emotion. She remembered the days she thought she’d end up alone, the times she firmly believed no man—especially one like Lando—would genuinely want her. And yet here he was, the man she once viewed as a charming playboy, revealing his true heart day after day.

She nodded slightly, letting him slip her dress the rest of the way down. He caught it before it hit the floor, placing it carefully across a chair so it wouldn’t crumple. When he turned back around, she stood there in her simple white lingerie, light shining on her warm skin. His gaze was filled with adoration.

“You’re breathtaking,” he said, reaching out to trace a slow circle along her waist. “I can’t believe I get to call you my wife now.” He exhaled softly, his gaze roaming over her. “Every part of you… I’m honestly a little overwhelmed just looking at you.”

“Overwhelmed?” she echoed, a quiet laugh blending with her disbelief.

He smiled back, smoothing his palms over her waist and up along her ribs, stopping just under her breasts. “Yes, overwhelmed,” he repeated, leaning in so his lips brushed against hers. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

Her heart squeezed at his confession. Remembering the times she doubted his intentions, or believed that he’d never truly settle down, it all felt distant now. “I love you,” she murmured. She was still shy; the difference was, now that they were married, she felt a deeper sense of belonging and trust.

He pulled her closer, pressing his chest to hers. The contact was a slow burn, warmth radiating from his body into hers, as though they were made to fit perfectly together. Y/N let her hands roam over his well-fitted suit jacket, fiddling with the single button he still had fastened at the waist.

“I think it’s my turn,” she teased, leaning in to brush a kiss on his collarbone, right at the base of his neck. She slid her hands up to push his suit jacket off. He let her do it, an amused glint shining in his eyes. She lingered, removing his cufflinks and sliding them onto the bedside table, then carefully unfastening the first few buttons of his shirt.

Her cheeks grew warm as she revealed inch after inch of his chest. Lando’s breath caught a little when her fingers grazed his skin. His voice, husky with desire, found its way back to her ears. “All these years and you still make me nervous,” he said quietly.

He let out a self-conscious chuckle, remembering the time he’d told her exactly how he felt on a quiet evening in London. How the mere thought of her had made him lightheaded. How he couldn’t get her out of his head, no matter how many races he won or how many practice laps he took. She was always there, the one person who truly saw him for who he was beyond fame. And, ironically, she was the one who had tried to push him away at first.

“Because…” He swallowed, pressing his forehead to hers once again. “I just want to make this night unforgettable. You… you deserve everything. Not just tonight, but for the rest of our lives.”

Y/N smiled against his lips, her fingers finally managing to peel his shirt away. She let her hand glide up his bare torso, feeling the soft planes and gentle ridges of muscle beneath her palm. “You’re here,” she reminded him. “That’s all I need.”

His warm laughter vibrated against her, and he lowered his head to kiss the tender spot at the base of her throat. “I’m so in love with you, it’s ridiculous,” he said, a grin brightening his features. “Now, wife… shall we make it official in every sense of the word?”

A wave of heat passed through her, and she nodded shyly. It was one thing to do this after three years of dating—intimate moments had come before, though they always seemed laced with a sense of wonder. But there was something profoundly different about sharing the first night as husband and wife, a sense of newness glowing between them. It felt both thrilling and comforting, like stepping into a future they had carved for themselves despite every obstacle.

They navigated their way toward the large four-poster bed draped in sheer white curtains. Candles flickered on the nightstand, their golden light giving the entire space a dreamlike aura. Lando helped Y/N onto the mattress as if she were the most precious thing in the world, pressing a kiss to her hand before stretching out beside her.

She let her eyes linger on him—the signature smile, his messy curls, the strong line of his jaw. “Can you believe we’re married?” she whispered, brushing a thumb across his cheek. “Like… actually married.”

He pressed a kiss into her palm. “It’s the best decision I’ve ever made,” he responded, voice thick with emotion. “I can’t wait for tomorrow, and the next day… and the rest of our lives.”

She exhaled a laugh of relief, burying her face into the crook of his neck. “I used to think you’d never want to settle down. I used to think… that you didn’t even like me.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Me? I’ve loved you since the moment you walked into that party and refused to laugh at my jokes,” he teased. “I’ve always teased you, but only because you’re so darn cute when you get riled up.” Then his tone softened. “If only I knew sooner how you felt… how insecure you were about us. I would have spent every second assuring you.”

She blinked back tears. “You’ve done a great job of reassuring me. I just… I guess I never thought you’d want something so permanent.”

He cupped her jaw, guiding her gaze to his. “I want permanent,” he whispered, a little breathless. “I want you.”

She felt the prickle of tears behind her eyes and brushed them away with the back of her hand. It was ridiculous how deeply in love she was with him, but after all the heartbreak and all the doubts, she had never been so certain of someone.

They kissed slowly, at first just a tender press of lips that slowly deepened. His hand ran down her back, tracing small circles. She let her body melt into his, feeling the tension of the day slip away. Her bare skin was flushed and tingling, but there was no panic this time when he ran his palm over the curve of her waist to the arch of her hips. She felt safe, cherished.

Their kisses became more fervent but still measured, each move a deliberate exploration of the warmth and closeness they now got to call theirs forever. She brushed her fingers through his curls, pulling him closer, her heart beating wildly as she let herself sink further into the mattress.

He paused only to hover above her, pressing his forehead to hers once more. “Any second thoughts?” he teased gently, though there was a hint of earnestness in his tone.

“Not one,” she replied, pulling him in for another kiss. She loved the weight of him, the way his breath hitched as she curled her leg around his hip. The soft hum of approval in his throat sent a delicious thrill through her body.

Lando’s lips brushed down her neck, feather-light and deliberate, sending shivers cascading through her body. God, he knew exactly how to make her melt. His breath was warm against her skin, and she felt his teeth graze her pulse point—just enough to make her gasp. His hands slid down her sides, his fingers tracing the curves of her hips as if he were memorizing her all over again. She arched into him, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure he could hear it.

Her breath hitched as his lips trailed lower, skimming the delicate expanse of her collarbone before finally reaching her chest. He paused there, his warm breath brushing against her skin, and she could feel the weight of his gaze as he took her in. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. His lips captured one nipple, and she let out a shaky moan, her fingers tangling in his curls.

Y/N couldn’t wait anymore. The tension had been building all day—hell, all year—and now it was too much. “Lando,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Please… fuck me already.”

He chuckled softly—that same playful, teasing laugh that always drove her wild. “So impatient,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her chest as he spoke. “We’ve got all night, Mrs. Norris.” But even as he teased her, he was already moving, his hands sliding up her thighs as he shifted back to kneel between her legs.

He stood up briefly, his eyes never leaving hers as he unbuttoned his trousers and slid them down his legs, followed by his boxers. His cock sprang free, painfully hard, and she couldn’t help but bite her lip as she watched him. He was so beautiful, so perfectly hers, and the thought made her chest ache with emotion.

Lando leaned down again, his hands sliding under the waistband of her thong. “Let’s get these off,” he said softly, his voice thick with need. He slipped the delicate fabric down her legs, tossing it aside before letting his gaze roam over her. His eyes darkened as he took her in, and she felt a flush creep up her chest at the intensity of his stare.

“Why did you stop?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He smiled, reaching out to brush his fingers along her inner thigh. “Just… let me look at you,” he said, his voice low and reverent. “I can’t believe you’re really mine.”

She squirmed under his gaze, her thighs pressing together as she fought the urge to close her legs. “Lando,” she pleaded, her voice breaking. “Please…”

He didn’t make her wait any longer. He hovered over her again, his body pressing into hers as he kissed her deeply. His hands cradled her face, his touch so tender it made her chest tighten. She felt the tip of his cock brush against her entrance, and she let out a soft whimper, her hips arching toward him.

“Is that good, baby?” he murmured against her lips, his voice rough with need.

“Yes,” she breathed, her hands clutching at his shoulders. “Please, Lando…”

He smiled, his eyes softening as he looked down at her. “I need to make love to you tonight,” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. Slowly, he pushed into her, his movements deliberate and unhurried. She gasped, her nails digging into his back as she felt him stretch her, fill her completely.

He started slow, his thrusts deep and steady, each one drawing a shaky moan from her lips. His eyes never left hers, and the intensity of his gaze made her feel like she was the only person in the world. God, he was so gentle with her, so careful, and it made her chest ache with how much she loved him.

“You are so good to me… so good,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

He leaned down to kiss her, his lips soft and warm against hers. “And you’re perfect,” he murmured, his breath mingling with hers. His hips moved in a slow, steady rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body. She could feel the way he was holding back—how careful he was being—and it only made her love him more.

She was a moaning mess, her nails dragging down his back as she clung to him. His name fell from her lips in a breathless whisper, over and over, and he seemed to savor every sound she made. “Lando,” she gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt the tension building inside her.

“Look at me,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze, and felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes. He was so tender, so loving, and she couldn’t believe that this man—her husband—was finally hers. Forever.

She started to tear up, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the moment. “I can’t believe this is real,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

He kissed her again, slow and deep, his hips never faltering. “It’s real,” he murmured against her lips. “You’re my wife now. And I’m never letting you go.”

She felt the tears spill over, but she didn’t care. She just held onto him, her body moving with his as he made love to her with a tenderness that left her breathless. “Lando,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I love you.”

He smiled, his eyes soft as he looked down at her. “I love you too,” he murmured, his voice filled with emotion. “More than anything.” His thrusts grew a little faster, a little harder, and she gasped, her hips arching toward him. “Is that good, baby?” he whispered, his voice rough with need.

“Yes,” she breathed, her nails digging into his back. “Yes, Lando…”

He kissed her again, his lips soft and warm against hers. “Good,” he murmured, his voice filled with emotion. “Because I’m never going to stop loving you.”

Lando returned to slow, measured movements, letting the moment stretch between them like something sacred. He moved inside her with a rhythm that was unhurried, deliberate, like he was memorizing every inch of her body all over again. His thrusts were deep, each one slow and steady, pushing her closer to the edge while still holding her there, suspended in the warmth of him. She could feel the way he savored every moment—pressing into her with tender care, pulling back just enough to make her ache for him. His hands slid up her sides, his fingers brushing over her ribs, his touch so soft it made her shiver.

“God, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire, “you feel so... soft. So perfect.” His breath was hot against her neck, his lips grazing her skin as he spoke. He tipped his head back for a moment, his eyes closing as he sucked in a sharp breath. “I can’t believe you’re mine. All of you... like this... mine.”

She whimpered, her nails digging into the muscles of his back as she arched into him. The way he moved inside her was almost unbearable, his pace so slow, so deliberate, like he was trying to stretch every second into an eternity. She could feel every inch of him, every breath, every heartbeat, and it was too much and not enough all at once.

“Lando,” she whispered, her voice trembling, “I can’t...” She trailed off, her words dissolving into a broken moan as he pressed deeper, his hips rolling against hers in a way that made her body sing. “God, you’re... you’re so good to me... so good.”

He chuckled softly, his lips brushing against her collarbone. “And you’re... fucking amazing,” he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. He leaned back slightly, his eyes locking onto hers, and she could see the way he was holding himself back—how careful, how deliberate he was being. His hands slid down to her hips, his fingers gripping her tightly as he pulled her closer, his thrusts still slow, still deep.

Her breath hitched, her chest tightening with how much she loved him. She could feel the tears building again, her eyes stinging as she looked up at him. “I can’t believe this is real,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I can’t believe we’re... here... like this...”

He smiled, his eyes softening as he looked down at her. “It’s real,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. His thumb brushed along her hip bone, his touch so gentle it made her heart ache. “You’re my wife, Y/N. And I’m... God, I’m so in love with you.”

She choked on a sob, her hands reaching up to cup his face. “I love you too,” she whispered, her voice trembling. Her palms were warm against his skin, and she could feel the way his breath hitched when he leaned into her touch. She pulled him down for a kiss, her lips soft against his, her heart pounding in her chest.

He kissed her back with a tenderness that made her chest ache, his thrusts never faltering. His hands slid up her back, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. She could feel the way his body trembled against hers, the way his breath came in shaky gasps. But he was still so careful, so slow, as if he was scared of breaking her.

“You feel... incredible,” he whispered, his voice trembling. His hips moved faster, his thrusts deeper, and she could feel the tension building inside her. She was so close, so close, and she could see it in his eyes too—the way he was struggling to hold on.

“Lando,” she gasped, her fingers tangling in his curls as she pulled him closer. “I’m so close... please...”

He moaned low in his throat, his thrusts quickening just enough to send her over the edge. “Come with me,” he whispered, his voice rough with need. “Please, Y/N... come with me.”

And she did. Her body shattered as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, her nails digging into his skin, her lips parting in a silent scream. She could feel him tense above her, hear his sharp intake of breath as he climaxed too, his body shuddering against hers. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his lips brushing against her skin as they rode out the waves together.

When it was over, when the world had righted itself again, he pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her. She could feel the way his heart raced against her chest, hear the way his breath came in shaky gasps. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, his lips lingering for a moment before he finally spoke.

“You’re my wife,” he murmured, his voice filled with wonder. “My wife.” She could hear the smile in his voice, the way the weight of it seemed to settle over him. “I love you so much, Y/N. More than anything.”

She smiled, her eyes fluttering shut as she pressed her face into his chest. “I love you too,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. His arms tightened around her, and she could feel the way his body relaxed against hers. She sighed contentedly, her heart still racing as he pressed another soft kiss to her hair.

His hand brushed over her back, his fingertips grazing her skin as he tangled his legs with hers. “Sleep,” he said softly, his voice warm and filled with tenderness. “We’ve got forever, you and me.” She nodded, her eyes closing as a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. His arms tightened around her, and within moments, everything melted away in the quiet comfort of the night.

[lnfours]

focal point ☆ chapter 5 | l.n

summary: oh damn, never seen that color blue…

warnings: art student!reader, best friend/college student!oscar, college student!lando, slight enemies to lovers!au, slight grumpy x sunshine, some more filler (IM SORRY ITS FOR THE PLOT!!!!!), fluff (EEKK!!!!), subtle foreshadowing, unedited as fuck, and hints at a strained family relationship (trauma!!)

message from jordan: hi everyone! long time no see, huh? 😅 i'm so sorry for being mia and for not updating this series in so long, i decided to take a small break from almost all socials. but don't worry, we're back and better than ever <3 as always, thank you for being so patient with me. i hope this chapter is worth the wait!! see you soon, for real this time :) - p.s i hope you enjoy that taylor swift reference in the summary, cause, iykyk 🙂‍↕️

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“hellloooo earth to oscar!”

it was no use. this was the third time he had unintentionally interrupted your conversation to respond to a text. all while doing so with a giddy smile, one you had never seen light up his face quite like this one did.

you had come over right after class, the two of you agreeing to hang out and catch up. it had been a while since it had just been the two of you hanging out, the inevitable busy schedules really hitting hard during your last semester. you missed your best friend.

missed meaning past tense. because although he was your best friend, right now, you wanted to snap his neck.

"oscar jack piastri!"

"oh- sorry," he mumbled the same apology for the third time this afternoon, "sorry, i was just texting someone. it's nothing, what were we talking about?"

you gave him a blank stare, "were you texting your secret girlfriend?"

you noticed the way his eyes widened a little upon mentioning the word ‘girlfriend’, "okay, one, she's not my girlfriend. and two, no. i was texting max."

and for the four years you've known oscar piastri, you could always tell when he was lying. and this time, he was lying right to your face.

you decided to play along with his game, letting him think he won this time. so you hummed, nodding your head, "okay, fine, if you say so."

"i'm sorry," he apologized again, locking his phone and placing it face down on the kitchen counter, "you have my full attention now, promise. what were you saying?"

"i was telling you about last week."

"right, with lando and the diner thing, right?" he asked and you hummed, taking a piece of popcorn from the bowl in between the two of you, "wait a minute, how'd you go from hating his guts and it being unbearable to be within 5 feet of him to 'oh my god he took me to breakfast'?"

"you know that party lily practically dragged me to?" when he nodded you spoke again, "apparently i really suck at beer pong and he helped me back to the apartment and helped lily take care of me. it was really sweet, actually."

he smiled softly before letting out a quiet snort, "sorry, just never thought i'd hear you say the words 'lando' and 'sweet' in the same sentence."

"i'm serious!" you sighed, pouting ever so slightly.

"no, i know!" he laughed softly, "it's just... you're just now finding out what i've been trying to tell you for the longest time? that he's actually a really good dude?"

you bit down on your lower lip softly, "i didn't really give him a chance, huh?"

"not really, no," he chuckled softly, "but it's okay. he didn't exactly help out his own case either, in all honesty."

you nodded in agreement, the front door to the apartment creaking open. you both turned to see lando kicking off his shoes, placing his keys on the hook by the door.

he smiled at you and oscar, "hey,"

"hey," oscar smiled, answering for you as well as you took in his appearance. messy curls, tight black t-shirt, grey sweatpants, duffel bag on his shoulder and a soft glow on his skin, you could tell he had just gotten back from the gym.

arms. biceps. veins. god, you should probably speak before you embarrass yourself...

it was too late though, he had already seen the way your eyes traveled over his body. he decided to put the mental note in the back of his mind for now, instead checking the watch on his wrist.

"oh shit, i didn't mean to keep you waiting, y/n."

you tapped your phone screen, looking at the time. it was 4:35, just five minutes passed when you said you'd meet up. it really wasn't a big deal. you didn't even know it had gotten that late already.

"no, no, it's fine. didn't even notice, if i'm honest," you smiled and he sent you a smile back. oscar watched the two of you like a tennis match, cheekily grinning at the counter.

"i have some of those papers you had me work on the other day, they're in my room if you wanna..."

"oh- yeah! yeah, sure," you smiled, grabbing your things as oscar silently laughed at the way you acted around his roommate. how you were unintentionally tripping and stumbling over your own feet and your words, how lovestruck you became.

you followed lando to his room, placing your things down and taking a seat on the edge of his bed as he looked through his closet for a change of clothes, "i'm just gonna shower real quick, make yourself at home, though."

you smiled, nodding his way as he closed the door behind him. after all this time, you had never thought you'd see the other side of this door. his room was slightly messy, due to his busy schedule and his active lifestyle. posters of cars and, seemingly, his favorite video games hanging on the walls. the bookshelf that sat in the corner of the room was littered with different textbooks at the bottom and little die cast models of his favorite cars, along with a few formula one cars that you had recognized. the top shelf stood out the most to you, though.

a picture frame of him and who you had assumed to be his family. a family photo taken during christmas, all of them dressed in matching pajamas. a big happy family.

the photo, for whatever reason, brought tears to your eyes. a smile on your face as you sniffled quietly, putting the photo frame back down on it's designated shelf.

the door opened, causing you to turn around as he closed the door behind him, "sorry, i figured you'd prefer if i didn't smell like a guy's locker-room."

you laughed softly, wiping away the small tear that came from your eye, "god, yeah,"

"hey," he said, sitting down on the bed beside you, immediately disregarding the notebook he was grabbing beforehand, "what's wrong? you okay?"

you nodded, waving a hand dismissively, "yeah, yeah, i'm fine. i just- for whatever reason, when i looked at that picture of you and your family it just uhm..."

he patiently waited for you to finish your sentence, "it just brought back some feelings that i wish it hadn't, that's all."

"fuck, i'm so sorry," he said.

"no, no," you shook your head, "you don't have to apologize, if anything i should be the one who's apologizing."

"you don't have to apologize for having emotions."

you smiled softly, feeling another tear fall from the corner of your eye. this time, he gently brought his hand up to your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he wiped it away.

the action made you breathless, as if the way he was looking into your eyes hadn't already. a mysterious color you couldn't quite put your finger on. it was a mix between blue, green and grey.

whatever it was, it was gorgeous and captivating at the same time.

you cleared your throat, the two of you moving away from the gap that had slowly been closing. your fingers untwisting themselves from his, you growing flushed at the fact that you had, at some point, interlocked your fingers with his unknowingly.

"sorry," you mumbled softly.

"'m sorry," he said at the same time. you both shared a soft and awkward chuckle before he grabbed his notebook from behind him.

"so, i had a few questions about chapter 15."

"go on," you said, studying his side profile as he explained the areas he was having trouble with. pretty tanned skin littered with freckles and moles, curls that perfectly kissed the skin on the back of his neck and his forehead.

the sentence lily had said to you last week repeating itself into your brain:

“...and it’s not like i don’t see the way he looks at you. he definitely is feeling something he doesn’t want to show just yet,”

oh, fuck.

[angelfic]

OMG STOP THAT LAST TIM DRABBLE FOR THE VALENTINES THING REKINDLED THIS IDEA THATS BEEN LINGERING IN THE BACK OF MY MIND

Also I’ve been seeing this idea everywhere so I think it’s a sign

So could I get a Tim fic where the reader (gn if that’s okay!) gets this new lipstick and tests how pigmented it is on Tim, like how many kiss marks they can leave before the colors gone and they have to reapply it

Sry if that didn’t make any sense and ty in advance if u choose to write this 🙏🙏

tim drake x reader

warnings — kissing :) suggestive themes ig, established relationship

a/n; writing for tim lately has been so fun it gives me a better high than any class a drugs could. so serious abt that btw. I loved writing this so much anon like I wanna kiss you on the mouth just for requesting it

Tim is very much used to you trying things out on him by now. Your new perfumes, to make him walk past you so you can imagine what people smell when you’re around. Face masks so you’re not doing it alone. Different shades of your nail polishes painted on his fingernails because, well, that one’s mostly just for fun.

Even that one time when you wanted to try out a new heatless overnight curl method and had him sat on the couch for hours with his head full of tightly wound velcro rollers before you realised you’d done it wrong.

So when you plop down beside him on the couch with a freshly delivered package, he doesn’t even bat an eye.

“What’s that?” he asks politely, only sparing you a quick glance up from his laptop.

“New lipsticks,” you say, spilling them out onto your lap and picking one from the bunch to twist it up and reveal the velvety pigment. “I wanna test out the longevity.”

He hums, long fingers typing away. “Sounds fun.”

You grin. “Glad to hear you say that, because you’re helping.”

He pauses, slowly turning his head towards you and considering the lipstick in your hand. Then, he sighs. “Fine,” he relents, going back to his laptop, but not before pouting his lips out for you.

“Not like that,” you snort, gently shoving his face away. He glances up again, a confused crease etched between his brows.

“Then….?” he trails off, quirking a brow. “How am I helping?”

In response, you uncap the top of the lipstick and carefully apply it, using your phone reflection to stay within the lines. You press your lips together, before flashing him a smile. He parts his lips, no doubt to compliment you like he always does when you ask him about any new product. Before he can say anything, you lean in and press a quick kiss to his cheek, leaving behind a mark in the shape of your lips.

Tim blinks, touching his cheek where the red imprint of your lips remains and rubs the pigment thoughtfully between his fingers. “Ahhh. I see.”

“You’re my test subject,” you confirm, shifting closer. “My own little lab rat. Let’s see how many kisses it takes before the colour is gone.”

His ears flush, a muted version of your lipstick, but he doesn’t pull away, instead angling himself towards you and shifting his laptop out of the way. “Well,” he murmurs, a small smirk playing on his lips. “For science.”

You laugh, leaning in once again. This time, your lips land on his jaw. Then his temple. The high of his cheekbone. His neck.

By the tenth kiss, Tim is practically radiating heat, fingers curled slightly into the couch cushions, staying obediently still. By the fifteenth, he’s closed his laptop entirely, shoving it to the other end of the couch.

At twenty, he becomes visibly antsy. “Still pigmented?” he asks, voice slightly hoarse.

You lean back to inspect your handiwork, taking in the array of kiss marks scattered across his face and neck. “A little faded,” you say thoughtfully, tilting your head. “Might need to reapply this one.”

Tim huffs a laugh, shaking his head at you. “Of course you do.”

When you reach for the lipstick, which had ended up in his lap somewhere around the twelfth kiss, he catches your wrist and tugs you close enough to brush his lips against your own in a barely-there kiss. “Think I prefer it like that,” he murmurs.

Your stomach flips at the sight of your lipstick faintly colouring his lips. Then you grin, eyes sparkling.

“Well, that’s too bad. We have a test to finish and about… four more lipstick shades to go.”

Tim sighs dramatically, but the corners of his lips twitch upwards. “Fine. But only because I’m committed to the cause,” he says, face as serious as he can muster with it covered in kiss marks.

And with that, you reapply the lipstick in pink this time, ready to start the experiment all over again.

[zevrra]

[𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬.⋆˚࿔]

synop: some drabbles, first kisses & how they’d go with my fav arcane men!

ft. gn!reader, jayce, viktor, & vander

a/n: should i flesh any of these out? >:3

(this is sfw but slightly suggestive w/ a lil angst)

𝐉𝐀𝐘𝐂𝐄

— is the type that once he gets a taste, he doesn’t want to stop.

his hazel eyes glance down at your lips and they linger for a long moment, full of want and need as he debates on kissing you; can see the gears turning inside his head. until jayce realizes he’s staring for a little longer than he should and breaks out in a little embarrassed smile, flashing his fangs and that cute little gap in his teeth. “sorry…” he apologizes, ripping his eyes back up to yours.

“it’s okay.” you whisper; as if you were any better than he was, staring at his tilted lips. craving and wanting him with so much tension, it could surely be cut with a knife.

jayce chuckles nervously under his breath but leans forward despite his hesitation, pushing aside any and all of his worries, as he presses his lips gently against yours. it’s a small, soft peck of a kiss; just enough for him to get a sweet taste of you. he leans back a little then, eyes hazy as if he’s become intoxicated with just one kiss. and before either of you can voice an opinion on your first kiss, jayce is eagerly moving on.

“one more.” he mutters, seeking your lips again. he plants a firm kiss against you this time. his breathing is quickly turning into wild rasps as he presses his lips again and again into yours. his hand are roaming along every inch of your body. fingers grasping at your thighs, digging gently into your skin, smoothing across your waist, tugging you into his own lap while his lips continue to find yours.

he whispers countless of pleas and begs of just “one more” between each kiss until they’re no longer just quick pecks and evolve into fuller, far more passionate kisses. one giant hand runs up your thigh again while his other moves to hook around the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. “taste so good.” jayce whispers just as his tongue runs along your bottom lip.

“more.” he mutters across your reddening lips. “please need a little more…” he adds in a huff, waiting for you to give him the green light.

he’s got your head spinning in circles; breathless while your lips still tingle from his desperate make out. your face burns with a drunken blush from the kiss and you’re not entirely sure if you can find the right words to say, so instead you capture his lips now.

and it’s the only answer he needs before he’s desperately sweeping you back into a passionate make out session.

𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐑

— is the type who kisses you by total accident one day and then flees.

it had just been you and viktor in the lab together for days on end. the two of you had worked through countless of formula errors, spent every sleepless night together, drank enough coffee that it could replace every ounce of water in your body; and yet you two enjoyed it more than anything. you laughed, brainstormed, and have come closer than you’ve ever had before.

it was…a little obvious that you liked viktor, well to your knowledge it was but not so much to viktor; or so it seemed.

“you’ve done it!” you exclaim, excitement creeping into your voice as you stand from your chair as vik does the same. you crowd over vik’s shoulder to get a better look at the smooth, luminous glass ball, eyes wide open as you stare at the stabilized hex crystal before you. “you’ve actually done it!”

“no,” vik speaks, ripping off his goggles as he stares up at you. “i could not have done this without you. you’ve contributed so much! we did it.” he adds before tossing his goggles off to the side. he quickly tries to gather any paperwork and journal entries the two of you had written in the last few days; eager to rush off and show his work to heimerdinger and the council. and he says little else, too excited to show off his breakthrough, pocketing the hex crystal as he hurries for the lab door.

in his flurry, he forgets a very important piece of paperwork. you grab it, turning towards the door to the lab where viktor had started heading off towards to, waving it in the air before vik can get too far. “viktor! you forgot something!”

vik stops just at the door and spins on his heel to come hurriedly back to you. but instead of taking the note and continuing on his journey to the council room, he’s instead closing the distance between you and him very quickly; quick enough you don’t have time to think, let alone react as vik is sweeping forward to press his lips fully into yours.

he kisses you then, passionate and full of just pure excitement for the things you two have managed to do. and the kiss is far more amazing than anything you could have imagined but it’s cut entirely too short when vik is suddenly realizing all too fast exactly what he’s done and breaking away. he backs up, damn near tripping over his own cane in his hurry, as he takes the paper right out of your hand. he mutters a goodbye and nothing else before he’s gone; just as quickly as he had kissed you.

you stand frozen, in humbled shock, debating if that had actually happened or not. but the warmth blooming across your lips and face is a dead giveaway that yes, it did in fact happen.

and you smile with the thought that this could be the start of something wonderful…and yet it’s only the start of viktor avoiding you at any cost.

𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑

— is the type to be a little embarrassed because of his age but really he’s been holding back for too long.

“you don’t really want this, do ya? i’m practically an old man now.” vander laughs from behind his bar top. he sips on the cheap whiskey he’s been drinking the entire night, glancing at you over the rim.

everyone else from the bar had gone home for the night but you had decided to stick around for a little bit longer; just for this. for him. you swirl your drink around inside your cup, glancing between the moving liquid and vander’s handsome face. you had been dropping hints for, god knows how long, that you wanted him, and now that it was just the two of you…you were willing to push your luck a little to get exactly what you wanted.

“mmm i know.” you respond, taking a sip off your own alcohol of choice that night. “that’s what i like about you though.” you add with a smirk.

your response only makes him laugh again, shaking his head. he pushes his cup out of the way and off to the side, most likely empty and definitely forgotten for the rest of the night, as he settles his hands on the edge of his bar. “that so?” he asks with a grin.

you nod, mirroring his grin right back at him. if you were given the chance sooner, you would’ve dragged him out of the bar two and a half hours ago.

“what if this old man can’t keep up with you?”

now it was your turn to chuckle as you crawl up onto the bar, sliding across the wood surface until you’re sitting pretty right between his settled hands. you move your legs to dangle on the other side of the counter, closing the gap as much as you can. “guess you’re just going to have to find out, hmm?” you respond, running a hand down the front of his broad chest.

while he’s still a little hesitant, it doesn’t take anymore convincing as soon as the distance is closed. his gaze is hungry, always has been, as he settles his eyes onto your pretty face. he’s sucking in a deep breath when the last bit of his resolve vanishes. and it’s his turn to close the gap now as he captures your lips in one swift movement. he’s feverishly kissing you, deep and full of yearning. gripping the edge of the bar like his life depends on it, keeping himself upright and from what you can only assume is to hold himself back just a tiny bit; didn’t want to scare you off with just how badly he wanted you too.

vander grunts against your lips, reaching with a large hand to caress the side of your neck, deepening the kiss with a swirl of his tongue meshing into your own before he’s huffing a deep breath and breaking off the kiss. he pants against your slowly swelling lips, still keeping himself close but far enough away you’d have to chase after his lips if you wanted anymore.

“gonna ask again, you sure about this?” vander mutters. and you can see it in his gray eyes, the want and the need he holds for you and how he’s holding himself back, just in case you may have changed your mind.

but that was impossible. you wanted him and only him. you roll your eyes at his slightly concerned tone of voice before you slide your arms up to lock around his neck. “i’m more than sure. now shut up and fucking kiss me.”

[imhappierthanever]

hiii I was wondering if u could do a fic where Billie hates reader then Billie finds out that reader has an abusive boyfriend at a party by one of readers friends and Billie and readers boyfriend get into a fight ( because Billie actually cares about reader ) at his house and reader walks in and the boyfriend ends up hitting reader , the ending is yourssss !! (Also I don’t know if this makes much sense .. )

hi bb! Hope this is what you wanted!

heartbreaks & earthquakes

Another weekend, another party you didn’t want to be at. Your boyfriend was throwing another party which meant he would be drinking and you would end up being at the other end of his anger. 

You locked yourself in the bathroom, looking in the mirror at the new reminder of how much you needed to leave him.  A fresh new mark on your face that you couldn’t hide very well. You gently ran your fingers over it, wincing slightly at the pain before searching through your purse to find something to make it seem a little less obvious. 

You could just tell someone you ran into something if they asked you thought to yourself as you put some makeup over it, and made your way back to the party, passing Billie along the way. You noticed she was talking with one of your friends. Though you couldn’t imagine what they must have been talking about. You didn’t know Billie very well. You always thought she kinda hated you, so you never took the time to really get to know her. 

When your friend noticed your sad expression, she excused herself from Billie and joined you on the balcony. 

“So, what did he do this time?” Your friend asked. Knowing he was always up to something.

“It’s nothing!” You said shying away, trying to hide the bruise further with your hair. She lifted your head, eying your rather shit cover up job, and tear stained face. “You know, he can’t keep doing this to you. One day he’s really going to hurt you! I’m not trying to tell you what to do, I just want to help you. Make sure you’re okay. You deserve better than this.” Your friend said seriously, hoping that this time you would actually leave him. But before you could even respond, shouting from two familiar voices filled a nearby space. 

“Oh shit!” Your friend said. “I may have told Billie that your boyfriend is a complete ass!” “You did what?” You shouted racing off to go find them. Not sure what was to come of it. But you knew enough to know if Billie got involved, your boyfriend didn’t stand a good chance.

Once you found them, they were in the middle of a heated argument about you. You couldn’t understand seeing as how you had become your boyfriend’s punching bag, and Billie? She just didn’t like you or care. 

You stepped in the middle of them, pushing them both apart. “Stop it you two!” You said continuing to stand in the middle of them both. “Gonna let your girlfriend fight for you? Even after all the shit you put her through?” Billie spat, trying to move you out of the way. 

“She’s my girlfriend. And that means I can do whatever I want, anytime I want” he said wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “We’re fine,Billie. Really we are. You can go back to the party. Thank you for wanting to help.” 

You gave her a weak smile before she took one last look at both of you, heading for the door. But before she could even leave fully, she heard the sound of his fist hitting your face. Billie froze, taking in the moment before she walked back over to your boyfriend returning the favour. She knocked him to the ground, leaving him spitting up blood. 

“You’re never putting your hands on her again. And if you even try, you’ll have me to deal with. Got it?” She said ever so seriously. Her voice had lowered, eyes darkened. That beautiful blue turning icy. You realised you knew her even less in this moment, but also you didn’t care as you felt her hand slip into yours, leading you away from your boyfriend and back to the bathroom where you felt like you were spending most of the party. 

“Hop up on the counter pretty girl.” Billie said, shutting the door behind you, standing in between your legs. Her face was dangerously close to yours as she examined the damage. 

Wait..did she just call you-

She broke your thoughts when her ring clad fingers held your chin softly to get a better look. “Looks like he got you pretty good. “ she said looking at your eye, knowing it would be bruised in a matter of hours. 

“Billie.” You ask, questioning her actions. “Why did you do that? Why did you stand up for me out there?” You asked wincing from both the old pain and new mixing together. She didn’t answer you as she rummaged through the medicine cabinet finding an ice pack and placing it over your eye.

“You’ve never cared before. What’s changed?” You asked feeling strange as you let her take care of you.  “And now I’m pretty to you? You’re so fu-“

Before you could finish, she lifted your chin and placed her lips softly on yours, kissing you so sweetly, so tenderly you couldn’t believe it was actually happening. 

When she pulled away, your eyes were still closed, taking in the moment, hearing her speak finally.

“I’ve always had feelings for you. But you’ve always been with someone else. Always a guy. I just never thought I had a chance. So I tried to act like I didn’t care. But I do. And when I heard what he was doing to you, and saw for myself I couldn’t let him keep don’t that to you. You deserve so much better. You deserve to be with someone who appreciates you and cares. Someone who would be happy to call you their own.” 

You couldn’t believe she was saying this. And to you. Your head was swimming, confusion consuming your every thought as her eyes returned to that beautiful ocean blue. Could you ever see yourself being with Billie? You didn’t know. But as she cared for you, tending to your eye and staying with you to make sure you felt safe, you felt your heart swell at the kindness she was showing you. 

You could give her a chance, couldn’t you? You thought as she lead you away from the party, leaving the loud music, sweaty bodies and him behind. She helped you into her car and drove you home. Still making sure you felt okay enough to be on your own. 

You both stood on your porch. Billie rocked back and forth on her feet, her hands in her pockets as she nervously began to speak again.

“I can um.. come in with you. Make sure you’re alright.” She said meting your gaze. She really was quite beautiful you thought to yourself as you cupped her face with one of your hands, pulling her in for a kiss. 

“I would like that. And maybe just maybe you could stay too?” You said smiling softly, secretly hoping she wouldn’t turn you down. Ans she didn’t. She nodded shyly, letting you grab her hand and lead you inside. 

Truthfully you didn’t know what was between you. You didn’t even know if it had been a good idea. But you both knew what ever kind of relationship you and your boyfriend once had, it was over new. Billie was your new beginning and the possibilities of being with her seemed endless as you shut the door behind you, welcoming her into your space and into your heart. 

[myloversgone]

(Okay, brain, let's try this once more and do it right this time)

Awesome fic as usual, dear @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior! I've missed reading and commenting your stories🥰

I believe SPN con experiences are unique to each person, but I love how you captured the atmosphere so well in this story!

Some highlights under the cut:

He was so unbelievably tall in person, so solid, and if possible, even more gorgeous than he was on film. That magnetism he had, the kind that lit up the screen so easily and quickly drew everyone into the characters he played, was on full display and almost too brilliant in real life.

I can't even believe I'm saying this, but I can attest it's all 100% true. He is all of that and much more in real life. How am I still alive? No idea. But you nailed the description of what is like to meet Jensen, Linda! I love how perceptive you are and the way you describe feelings so accurately! Amazing, amazing writer 🩷

Another thing is that, based on what we know about Jensen defending people from bullies in the past, this realistic aspect makes this story even better!

Also, the TS song lyrics? Super fitting to the plot! It hit me right in the feels.

Despite the fact that she was in it, it was a beautiful picture.

Because she's in it, it was a beautiful picture. I'm glad he showed her that <3

Jensen leaned forward and slid his big hand into her hair, holding her head in place as he pressed his mouth to hers gently, taking teasing sips from her lips and making her whimper slightly. She was embarrassed by the sound, but it made Jensen tighten his grip in her hair and growl slightly into her open mouth, finally sweeping his tongue inside and completely devouring her. 

GAAAAHHH! *dead*

But instead he looked right at her in the audience, standing up quickly and crooking his finger at her, beckoning her forward. 

THE GIF IS EVERYTHING!!! 🔥🔥🔥This man has no right to do shit like that. He's gonna kill us all, istg!

“So you’re the one my boy wouldn’t shut up about last night. I know him pretty well, so I feel completely confident that I’ll see you again soon.”

Awwww, Jared 🫶🏼 Luckiest woman in the world!

Such a lovely, hot and fluffy story! It warmed my heart and made me want to experience a con again. While I can't, I'll re-read it a couple more times 😉

Sexy Baby?

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Summary: Y/N is humiliated. Can meeting Jensen make things better? (P.S. Sometimes I hate writing summaries. 😩😄)

Pairing: Jensen x Plus-sized!eader (Y/N)

Warnings: None really. Embarrassed reader. Hurt reader. Body shaming asshole. Kissing. Fluff. Jensen being the ultimate, incredible man. 😁❤️

Word Count: 4,168

A/N: This fic was a request by a lovely anon. It turned out fluffier and less smutty than I was originally thinking, Nonny, so I hope it still works for you. ❤️

This fic also incorporates this gif request sent in by @suckitands33 for my 2K followers celebration. Here is the gif I reference in this fic:

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This was meant to be a drabble request, and looking at the word count you can see that this is most decidedly NOT a drabble. 😄 But I hope you like what I've come up with anyway. ❤️

If you enjoy the fic, please consider reblogging and/or leaving a comment. It means a lot. ❤️

A/N 2: As always this fic is about a different, multiverse version of Jensen, who is single. This is a complete and utter work of fiction.

It was one of Y/N’s most humiliating experiences during what should have been one of her most exciting moments.

She'd waited years and years to get to a Supernatural convention. She'd been a fan of the show for a very long time, and she simply adored the whole cast. The camaraderie of the boys and the kindness of the whole SPN Family had helped her through some very dark times. 

So to finally be at a con, and standing in line, waiting for a photo op with her absolute favorite actor of all time, Jensen Ackles? It felt like a dream. 

But she was so nervous. She'd never met anyone famous, let alone the guy she'd had a crush on for nearly half her life. Jensen was beautiful beyond words, sexy and charming, and everyone seemed to fall in love with him. So meeting him was daunting to say the least. 

As she approached the front of the line she finally got a look at him as he posed with other fans. He wore a slightly distressed, light beige sweater and tight fitting black jeans. He was so unbelievably tall in person, so solid, and if possible, even more gorgeous than he was on film. That magnetism he had, the kind that lit up the screen so easily and quickly drew everyone into the characters he played, was on full display and almost too brilliant in real life. She felt her lower belly tighten as butterflies erupted inside her. 

Finally, when Y/N was second in line, Jensen looked over and caught her eye, giving her a little smile and a wave. She blushed beet red and waved back, feeling like a complete idiot, but beaming nonetheless.

The woman in front of her walked up to Jensen and made a suggestion for a pose. One of the handlers seemed like they weren’t sure about allowing it, but Jensen waved away their worries, smiling at the fan and nodding, saying something that made her giggle. Then he wrapped his arm around her back and under her legs, picking her up from the ground. The woman squealed slightly, but then they did the pose. The woman had her arms flung wide in celebration, smile shining, and Jensen had his mouth open in a comically huge smile. It looked like they’d both won the lottery or something.

It was adorable.

Then it was finished and it was Y/N’s turn. She tried to take deep, steadying breaths as the previous fan said goodbye quickly. Before she walked up though, a staff member approached Jensen. He looked like he worked for the venue and not Creation, because he wore a uniform with the hotel’s name emblazoned on the back. Jensen’s smile shrank as he walked up; he didn’t look particularly happy to see him. 

The guy said something about switching rooms for autographs and Jensen just nodded. Then, as he was leaving, he looked over at Y/N waiting to be next, and turned to Jensen with a mocking smile.

“Wouldn’t try that last pose with this one.” He said with a nod towards Y/N at the front of the line.

Y/N felt like someone had kicked her in the stomach. All the air left her lungs and her eyes welled up instantly, her chest was immediately on fire from the shame she was swallowing down in big gulps.

She’d been chubby her whole life; she couldn’t remember a time when she wasn’t dieting and desperately trying to lose weight. It was her biggest insecurity that she couldn’t slip under 250 pounds no matter what she tried. She’d been that weight for a decade or more and no amount of dieting or exercising seemed to change that. 

She was also tall for a woman, and so she often felt like…how did Taylor put it?

Sometimes I feel like everybody is a sexy baby And I'm a monster on the hill

And now here she was in front of the man she’d dreamt about and fantasized about for so long, and this was how he was going to see her now - the way this jackass saw her.

She felt sick to her stomach.

She let her glance skitter to Jensen, but he wasn’t looking at her, he was glaring at the guy who was starting to walk away. He followed him and in two long strides caught him, grabbing his arm and spinning the guy around to face him.

They were close enough now that Y/N could hear what they were saying, even though Jensen was speaking in an angry, whiphard, whisper.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

The guy flung his arms out. “Come on, man. It was just a joke.”

Jensen shook his head and his face was like stone. “No, it wasn’t. And you know how I know it wasn’t a joke? Cause it wasn’t fucking funny. You’re an asshole, and if I catch you saying shit like that again about anybody here, I’ll be talking to your boss, and letting them know that we'll be looking for another venue next year.” He gave him a humorless smile. “And I’ll be sure to tell him just who he has to thank for that.”

The guy mumbled something that must have been an apology because Jensen let go of his arm and the guy beat a swift retreat. Y/N watched Jensen take a deep breath and then he approached her at the front of the line. 

She knew the people around her had heard what the guy said because they were calling the guy a prick too and telling her to ignore his bullshit. The woman behind her, who she’d never met, was rubbing circles on her back, trying to soothe the pain the jackass had caused.

That kind gesture along with the way Jensen held out his hand towards her and smiled so warmly, made tears start to fall silently. She couldn’t help it. She took Jensen’s warm hand and allowed him to pull her over to stand in front of the camera, quickly brushing her tears away with her free hand.

She’d never wanted to be in a picture less, and as they approached the spot, she shook her head and tried to pull her hand free.

She cleared her throat and stared at the floor. “Maybe, I’ll just…could I just get the picture with just you in it? Any pose you want to do will be fine.” She said, her slightly stuffy nose muffling her words.

Jensen turned back to her and tilted his head to catch her eye. “I can, if you want, but I’d sure love a picture with you. Whaddya say?” He asked with a bright smile.

Y/N realized it would be physically impossible to say no to this man, so she shrugged and walked into position in front of the camera.

“What pose do you want, sweetheart?” 

Y/N swallowed hard and forced herself not to cry. “Would you just…I’d just like a hug, if that’s okay.”

Jensen nodded. “Absolutely.”

So he opened his arms and Y/N stepped into them. She wrapped her hands under his arms and around his ribcage. His left arm was closest to the camera and he wrapped that one around her shoulders. His right arm came up over her shoulders too, but he used that hand to press her cheek to his chest, and he rested his chin on the top of her head. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply.

She’d never felt so cocooned in safety in her whole life. His arms were strong around her, applying just the right pressure to make her feel completely protected. After the way her heart had just been pulverized, it felt healing. She wanted to stay right there forever.

She heard the click of the camera, though, and opened her eyes. Jensen kept her wrapped in his arms for a little longer, before giving her an extra squeeze and stepping back.

“Thank you.” Y/N said shyly.

“Thank you.” Jensen responded, cupping her shoulder briefly. “Take care. Hope to see you again this weekend.”

Y/N nodded, grateful for his kindness, but recognizing that he felt bad for her too which brought on more embarrassment. So she just nodded at Chris who was snapping the pictures, and took off out of the photo op area. 

She went to the bathroom immediately and locked herself in the stall, allowing herself to cry quietly at length. For more than half an hour she sat in the stall, covering her mouth to keep from making too much noise. But finally her tears slowed and then dried up, the crack in her heart receding into just another scar there. She stayed in the bathroom another twenty minutes, dabbing at her puffy eyes with cool paper towels.

When she felt she was presentable enough, she finally left the restroom and headed over to pick up her photo op package. As she stood by the table, waiting for hers to show up, one of the women she recognized as a handler approached her. 

She smiled kindly, though she seemed a little frazzled which Y/N could definitely understand. “Hi! We actually picked up your photo op. If you follow me, we can get it for you.”

Y/N thought that was a little odd. Was there something wrong with the picture? But she nodded and followed along quickly as the handler practically sprinted away.

They walked down a hallway in the hotel and then through a couple of doors until they emerged in a mostly empty hallway, just a few employees scurrying around busily. Finally the woman she was following stopped and knocked lightly on a door, waiting a moment and then opening it and showing Y/N into a beautifully appointed suite. The furniture was subtly luxurious and elegant, the floors and fixtures were cool and understated while still being sleek and trendy.

But by far the most beautiful part of the room was the man sitting on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, with what looked like a script in his hand.

He looked up as they walked in and a smile broke out on his face as he dropped the script onto the table in front of him. “Hey! We found you! Thanks Amanda!”

Amanda nodded and shot him a smile. “No problem!” She said as she spun around and took off, closing the door behind her and suddenly leaving Y/N alone with Jensen.

As though he was reading her mind, Jensen pointed towards the door. “If you’d feel more comfortable, we can open it again.”

But Y/N couldn’t have felt less afraid or worried about her safety being alone with the man in front of her, so she just shook her head. She was bound to act like an idiot in front of him and the less prying eyes watching that the better. 

Jensen smiled. “Okay, well do you want a drink? Help yourself.” He said, pointing to a table with coffee, tea, and water bottles. “We could probably get you a coke or something, if you’d rather.”

She shook her head again, but forced herself to utter words this time. “No thank you, I’m fine.”

“Okay, well in that case you’re probably wondering what the hell I tracked you down for.” He said with a soft smile.

Y/N smiled back. “A little.”

Jensen waved at the spot beside him on the couch. “Wanna sit down?”

She took him up on that offer since her knees were a little wobbly and she didn’t really trust them. 

He reached over to the table beside the couch and pulled up a glossy 8x10 photo. “Well, to begin with, I do have your photo.”

He handed it over and Y/N felt herself blush. Despite the fact that she was in it, it was a beautiful picture. Her eyes were closed and so were Jensen’s as he held her protectively cuddled against him. The picture would always remind her of just how safe she’d felt in that moment, and she was grateful to take it home.

“Thank you.” She said quietly. “You were great.” 

“And you were beautiful.” He shook his head. “No, you ARE beautiful.”

Y/N felt her cheeks flush an even deeper red. “It’s really okay, I’m fine. I mean the guy was a jerk, but you don’t have to try and make me feel better. It’s hardly the first time.” She shrugged. “I can take it.”

Jensen shifted slightly closer to her, turning on the couch so he was facing her. “I’m not trying to make you feel better.”

She shot him a disbelieving look and he chuckled. “Well, I guess I am, but that’s just a bonus of telling you the truth. And the truth is, Y/N, you're beautiful.” 

Y/N shot him a slightly wide-eyed look. “How do you know my name?”

He pointed to her picture and smiled. “I got it from the photo op package. Promise I’m not psychic. Or a stalker”

Y/N giggled and covered her mouth at the sound, apologizing. “Sorry.”

Jensen reached up and pulled her hand away from her smile. “Don’t do that. Don’t cover up your laugh and certainly don’t apologize for it.”

Y/N shrugged again and looked down at her lap and the hand that Jensen still held. He came slightly closer and tipped up her chin.

“I wanted to see you because the last thing I wanted was for you to walk away from this weekend thinking less of yourself because of some asshole with a big mouth and a mean streak. It was…”He took a deep breath. “It was bothering me a lot.”

Y/N was frustrated with herself that she couldn’t stop the tears that formed again at Jensen’s kind words. She dashed them away quickly with her free hand. 

“Sorry.” She apologized again. “I know I don’t owe some rude jackass my tears and hurt, but sometimes it’s hard to just shove them down, you know.”

Jensen cupped her cheek warmly and brushed his thumb across her cheekbone. “Don’t shove them down, sweetheart, throw them away. His words are bullshit. They’re just wrong. Wanna know how I know?”

Y/N nodded, completely mesmerized by his mossy green gaze as he answered, his voice vehement. “I know he’s wrong, because it’s obvious for anyone to see that you’re utterly beautiful.”

Y/N started to scoff, but he cut her off. “I wanted to kiss you. Still do.”

Y/N choked heartily on the words that sputtered out of her, forgetting how to breathe normally. Jensen looked slightly abashed and it was his turn to stare at his lap. “God, I hope you don’t think I’m some creepy weirdo. I’m not…I don’t expect anything from you…this isn’t…” 

He sighed. “Shit, I didn’t mean to just blurt it out like that. I just wanted to try and make you understand that I’m not lying to make you feel better, I’m not just trying to make a sweet girl feel better about herself, though I want you to. But I wanted you to know that I was and am genuinely, undeniably attracted to you. From the moment I looked over and saw you standing in that line.”

He shrugged and shifted back slightly. “But I totally get if I’ve creeped you out and you wanna go. I’m sorry.”

But Y/N just stared at him bug eyed. She spoke softly and slowly, still stammering slightly. “You wa-wanna kiss m-me.”

He gave her a lopsided smile and a shrug. “It’s the truth.”

“Since you saw me in line?” She said by way of clarification.

He nodded. “Yep.”

She blinked rapidly and then bit her lip. She caught the way Jensen’s eyes flickered down to her mouth and the way his gaze heated, setting her body on fire. 

“Oh my god.” She whispered in disbelief. Then she shook her head and grinned at him. “Well, I’ve wanted to kiss you for about a decade…so…” She trailed off and Jensen gave a surprised laugh that turned into a warm and mischievous smile. 

“Well, in that case,” he said slowly, “I think you should go first.” He tapped lightly on his cupid’s bow mouth, indicating that she should kiss him there and Y/N thought she might actually pass out. 

She leaned forward tentatively, her head cloudy and the world around her surreal, and pressed her lips to his very briefly and gently before pulling back.

Jensen opened his eyes and a slow sexy smile spread across his face. “That was sweet, darlin’. But I gotta say, ten years of thinking and that’s all you got? I’ve been thinking about you for barely two hours, and I can promise you, I imagined way more than that sweet little angel kiss.”

Y/N felt her lower belly clench with want. “Okay, then show me.” She said, hardly able to believe her daring. 

But it felt like she was being presented with a buffet of her favorite foods when she’d been starving and there was no way she was going to pass up the opportunity in front of her.

Jensen leaned forward and slid his big hand into her hair, holding her head in place as he pressed his mouth to hers gently, taking teasing sips from her lips and making her whimper slightly. She was embarrassed by the sound, but it made Jensen tighten his grip in her hair and growl slightly into her open mouth, finally sweeping his tongue inside and completely devouring her. 

Y/N grabbed onto Jensen’s soft sweater and fisted it in her hands over and over, reveling in the feel of hard muscle beneath her palms. Jensen kissed her long and lustfully. His left hand stayed bunched in her hair, but he let his right hand slide up and down her arm before he slid it around to push against her back, just between her shoulder blades. 

He pressed her tightly to his chest as he continued to rob her of air. Finally, he broke off the kiss, leaving them both panting as he pressed his lips just beneath her jaw and down her neck. 

Her mind felt like it was on fire, everything was spinning and the world was just going too fast. As though he really was the psychic he denied being, Jensen seemed to know she needed to catch her breath, figuratively and literally, and he pulled back to press his forehead to hers.

“Sorry, got a little carried away.”

She shook her head vehemently. “No, no…that was…you’re perfect.”

Jensen chuckled. “You stole the words right out of my mouth, sweetheart.”

When they’d regained their breath, Jensen kissed her chastely and then tucked her hair behind her ear.

“So, you going to the panel tomorrow?”

Y/N nodded and gave a soft smile. “Of course.”

“Do you have plans tonight?”

Y/N felt like her heart might actually burst. She shook her head. “None that aren’t breakable.”

The next day at the panel, Y/N sat in the third row, feeling as though the whole world was brand new.

She could still hardly believe it, but the night before she and Jensen had gone out to dinner at a very nice restaurant, and the conversation between them had been remarkably easy and laced with laughter and fun. 

After dinner they’d gone for a long walk and talked some more before finding a quiet park bench and making out like teenagers. Jensen’s mouth had branded her skin as his alone, and she knew he owned her now, body and soul. She was pretty sure he felt the same way, or at least something like it. He’d been very open about how much he wanted her, vocal in his desire and need for her. 

It was the first time in her life that she’d felt truly, unequivocally beautiful and it opened up the world around her; colors seemed brighter and she knew that she was glowing.

Barely twenty-four hours after standing heartbroken and humiliated in Jensen’s arms, she sat in the audience, watching him on stage, feeling alive and truly happy in a way that was a little scary, but wholly exhilarating too.

The panel was wonderful; the boys were hilarious and warm as always. As the music started for the last question, Y/N expected Jensen to go off and sing with Rob as he usually did. But instead he looked right at her in the audience, standing up quickly and crooking his finger at her, beckoning her forward. 

Amanda, the woman who’d brought her to the hotel suite yesterday, was standing at the end of the row, and gestured for her to leave her seat and follow her to the stage. Y/N was shaking from head to toe as she followed her up the stairs to where Jared was waiting for her, escorting her over to Jensen who took her hand and led her back to the chair sitting in the middle of the stage, helping her hop up onto it. 

She looked out across the huge audience and panicked a little at the size of the crowd, until she made herself actually look at everyone’s faces. They were all smiling and beaming at her, and she thought of the boys’ oft repeated phrase: “You’re surrounded by family.” She suddenly felt a sense of belonging that was almost unprecedented in her life.

The music ended and the audience’s cheering fell away as Jared looked out at the crowd. “Everyone, say hello to Y/N! Y/N say hello to your SPN family!” There was more clapping and cheering as Y/N waved shyly. It occurred to her then, that she hadn’t told Jared her name, which meant Jensen must have told him about her. At least, enough that Jared agreed to break the usual routine of the last question going to one of the people standing in line. 

Y/N felt a little guilty that she was taking their place, but when she looked at the women standing at the microphones she could see them smiling and clapping along.

Jensen put his arm around her shoulders and she shivered. Raising the microphone, he shot her a mischievous smile before speaking.

“So, Y/N, how was your evening last night? You enjoying yourself?”

Y/N blushed beet red, and just nodded. Jared punched Jensen lightly and took pity on her. “Do you have a question for us?”

She wasn’t prepared at all, having never expected to be in this position, but she gave it a go as both boys lowered their microphone so she could speak into it.

She took a deep breath. “I wasn’t expecting to be up here, so I don’t…I don’t have a question ready, but I’d like to take a moment to say thank you.”

She looked out at the audience. “Some of you were in the photo op line with me when I experienced something really embarrassing. Every one of you were kind about it and supportive, and I greatly appreciate it.”

She looked at Jared. “You promote so much love and support in your AKF campaigns and with all of us fans, and I’m so grateful for that because you encourage us all to be better people.”

Jared put his hand on his heart and looked down at the ground, humbly accepting her gratitude. Then she looked at Jensen and her eyes welled up a little.

“Jensen, you made me feel truly safe and beautiful at a time when I would have sworn that was impossible, and whatever happens in my future, I’ll hold on to that feeling for the rest of my life and keep thanking you, always.”

Jensen leaned down, and for a wild moment she thought he might kiss her right on stage, but he just kissed her cheek and gave her a hug. But his voice was low and seductive in her ear.

“You’re more than welcome, sweetheart, and thank you for yesterday, and hopefully, for later tonight too?”

He pulled back slightly and Y/N blushed at the look of hunger in his eye, but she nodded her head quickly. “God yes.”

His smile was wide as he squeezed her hand and helped her hop down from the chair, waving as she left the stage with Jared and tossing her a wink that made her right knee wobble slightly, so that Jared had to steady her.

He chuckled as he helped her down the stairs and then gave her a bear hug at the bottom. He whispered in Y/N’s ear as the band played loudly and Jensen sang joyfully with Rob.

“So you’re the one my boy wouldn’t shut up about last night. I know him pretty well, so I feel completely confident that I’ll see you again soon.” He shot her a grin and squeezed her shoulders.

Y/N moved off to the side, not bothering to go back to her seat, just looking up at the stage and knowing in heart of hearts that this weekend had changed her whole life.

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the forgotten girl (15)

little bit of smut. This is the second last chapter x

I moaned as her hands slowly made their way up my thighs. Her mouth attacking my neck and collarbone, slowly making their way down to the collar of my shirt. 

“Can I take this off?” She stopped, looking at me. 

“Please.” It came out more as a moan than anything. 

“Holy fuck. You’re so perfect.” 

Her hands travelled to my barely covered boobs, squeezing them tightly and groaning. Slowly her lips returned to my body, one hand snaking around and undoing my bra, I let it fall off my arms and on the kitchen counter. 

Her mouth moves towards my nipples, sucking lighting on my left one and twisting the right one between her fingers. I moan loudly when she looks up at me with hooded eyes. She was so incredibly hot and I was so incredibly went. 

“Please Alexia. I need you.” It definitely sounded like a whine and it had her smiling. 

“Where Chica guapa?” The smug smile almost makes me what to slap her, but unfortunately I am too horny for that. 

“Here?” Her hands fiddle with the hem of my skirt, moving higher up her thumb breezes over my clit, “or here?” 

“Jesus Christ”

“That’s not my name bebé. Can I take these off?” I nod my head violently, her fingers hook in the waistband of my underwear, pulling them down with easy and tucking them into her pocket. 

“You’re so nice and wet for me, aren't you?" Alexia moans. 

“I am now please just touch me, please" I beg. No doubt Alexia feels pride in having me beg so much.

Alexia uses her hands and spreads my lips to get a better view, biting on her lip at the sight. She slides her thumb through the wetness and i can't stop the moan i lets out.

Alexia dropped to her knees and please a soft kiss right on my clit, before licking a broad strip all the way along.

"Oh fuck yes" i moans, throwing my head back and reaching down to tangle a hand in Alexia’s hair, pulling at it. Alexia wraps her lips around my clit and sucks hard, leaving me panting and moaning loudly. Sorry to my neighbours. 

Slowly, Alexia uses two fingers to tease my entrance. Circling around it, pressing the tips of her fingers slightly inside, but removing them just as quick as she continues to lick all over her pussy.

"Alexia please, stop teasing. I don’t know how much more begging I need to do" i whined, already starting to lose her mind at the sensations.

"Alright Amor" Alexia laughed, a smug smile all over her face again, slowly pushing her fingers in my dripping entrance, pushing all the way to her knuckles.

"That's it baby, opening up so perfectly for me" Alexia groans at the sight of my greedy pussy swallowing her very large fingers.

She gets up from her knees to pull me in a bruising kiss, biting my bottom lip and sliding her tongue in my mouth, before slowly moving the fingers inside of me.

I moan in Alexia’s mouth. The feelings almost becoming too much. Her lips move back to my jaw, fingers pumping in and out of me. 

“You’re taking me so well baby. Your pussy feels so good.” I was close, embarrassingly close. 

“Do you want to come?” 

I nod my head, my fingers squeezing her bicep no doubt leaving marks. 

“Words amor.”

“Please ale, I want to cum”

“Cum then amor. Show me how good you are.” 

And cum I did. Alexia guided me through it, helping me come down. Slowly removing her fingers from me, washing her hands and grabbing a cloth. 

“Are you okay?” She asks as she stands between my legs. 

“Better than okay. I’m promise.” I cup her face and pull her in for a kiss. It’s different this time, full of love. 

“Shower time.” 

“Only if you join.” I drag her through the apartment and into the bathroom, undressing her  and taking my skirt off. 

The night continued that way, after many rounds, we fell asleep. Holding each other. This time with the promise of staying in the morning. Now more running away. 

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The Main Event

A/N: I know there are plenty of Jey Girlies out here trying to get him to call them "baby" in 2025 after the Royal Rumble meet and greet. So… I wrote a little fic for y’all—enjoy!

Paring: Jey Uso, Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5.9k

Summary: You cross paths with WWE superstar Jey Uso at the end of the meet and greet event. Every glance, every touch, every word between you only makes things more intense. You've never felt anything like this before—completely lost in the moment, in him.

Tags: 18+, Unprotected AND protected p in v, body fluids, age gap (22 & 37), pet names, body fluids, language, rough, MINORS DNI

"You sure you'll be good by yourself?" My bestie, Genesis, eyed me with suspicion, arms crossed like she already knew the answer.  

I barely heard her. My gaze flickered left to right, scanning the dwindling crowd, my heart pounding with every second that passed. I was on my tiptoes, stretching my neck like a meerkat, trying to catch even the smallest glimpse of him.  

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good," I mumbled, nodding a little too fast.  

She didn't buy it, but she sighed and let me be.  

It was the tail end of the WWE meet and greet, and if it wasn’t for my mom, I wouldn’t even be here right now. According to everyone back home, I was on vacation in Puerto Rico, living my best life, soaking up the sun and eating good. Which wasn’t a lie, technically. But my mom—being the absolute legend she is—went out of her way to get me and Genesis plane tickets for this. Even though we’re 22, she still spoils me like crazy, and honestly? I don’t complain.  

But let’s be real—I didn’t fly all the way out here just for the vacation. I came for him. 

Jey Uso.  

The man, the myth, the fine ass legend.  

I’d been waiting for this moment forever, and now that I was here, my chest was tight, my hands clammy. I told myself I just wanted a picture, something to heal my inner child, to give younger me the moment she never got. But deep down? I knew it was more than that.  

I wanted to see him up close, hear his voice in real-time, not through a screen. I wanted to soak in the energy, feel the presence that made so many people gravitate toward him.  

This was my chance. I just had to make sure I didn’t freeze up the second I got in front of him.

"Aight," Genesis said, her tone laced with a mix of amusement and concern. She leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to my cheek before pulling back, her hands resting on my shoulders like she was trying to ground me. "Call me when you're done, meet me back at the hotel, or at least send me an update so I know you're alive." 

I rolled my eyes but smiled, appreciating her looking out for me even when she knew I was stubborn. "Okay, love," I said, my voice softer now, filled with gratitude.  

She gave me one last knowing look—like she could already tell I was about to lose my damn mind over Jey Uso—before turning on her heel and heading toward the exit, disappearing into the thinning crowd.

The crowd was thinning out, people slowly making their way toward the exits, chatting, laughing, clutching their signed merch like trophies. I weaved through them, my heart racing, my hands slightly clammy, but I kept moving, determined.  

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a booth tucked away from all the noise, half-hidden like a little secret. My breath hitched. I squinted, my pulse hammering as I focused in.  

It was him.  

Right there, wrapping up his meet and greet, looking even better in real life than he did on my screen.

Without thinking, I picked up my pace, speed-walking like my life depended on it. I dodged people left and right, slipping past groups deep in conversation, maneuvering around security, my one and only goal clear in my mind.  

I had to get to him.

And just like that, I reached his booth, standing mere feet away from the man I had flown all this way to see.

His head lifted, slow and deliberate, like he felt me staring before he even saw me. My breath hitched as he pulled off his shades, revealing those deep, warm brown eyes that had been living rent-free in my head for way too long. His signature mullet framed his face perfectly, the ends dipped in a splash of pink to match his fit.

His hands stilled over his bag he had been packing up, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that made my stomach flip. My fingers twitched as I reached into my pocket for my phone, my voice barely above a whisper.  

"Can I—" 

I didn’t even get to finish.  

Chaos erupted around us as security started ushering people out, their voices booming over the remaining murmurs of the crowd. A heavy presence loomed beside me, and before I could react, a thick hand wrapped around my wrist.  

"Ma’am—" the deep voice started, all authoritative and serious.  

Before he could finish, Jey cut in, his tone smooth but firm. "Aye, she wit’ me, uce." 

Just like that, the security guard let go, his grip instantly replaced by Jey’s much warmer, much bigger hand. The contrast sent a shiver down my spine, but I had no time to process it because Jey was already moving.  

Still holding my hand, he started walking toward the exit like it was the most natural thing in the world. And without thinking, without questioning, I followed—because how could I not?

We stepped outside, the cool night air hitting my skin as I tried to steady my racing heart. The energy was different out here—quieter, more intimate, like the world had shrunk down to just the two of us.  

Right in front of me, towering in all its glossy, decked-out glory, was his tour bus. And there he was—his face plastered right on the side of it, larger than life, staring down at me like fate was playing some kind of sick joke.  

I swallowed hard, my fingers still wrapped around my phone, but I wasn’t thinking about taking a picture anymore. Not when Jey was standing right here, holding my hand, like he hadn’t just pulled me out of a crowd and told security I was with him.  

He glanced over at me, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You good?"  

Oh, I was far from good. My brain was short-circuiting. My childhood dream and my grown-woman reality were colliding in real-time.  

But I somehow found my voice, even if it came out softer than I intended.  

"Yeah… just takin’ it all in."

Jey chuckled, a deep, smooth sound that sent a shiver down my spine. His grip on my hand tightened just slightly before he let go, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a key.  

"Aight then, c’mon," he said, nodding toward the bus.  

I blinked. My brain needed a minute to process. Was I really about to step onto Jey Uso’s tour bus? 

The door hissed open, and he stepped up first, turning back to make sure I was following. My legs moved before my mind could even catch up, carrying me up the steps and into his space.  

The inside was insane. Dim, moody lighting, plush leather seating, a huge flat-screen mounted on the wall playing highlights from Raw, and the faint scent of cologne and something sweet—probably from whatever candle was burning on the counter near the mini bar.  

Jey dropped his bag on one of the seats and turned to face me, arms crossing over his chest as he leaned back slightly. His chain glinted under the lights, catching my attention for a split second before my gaze flicked back up to his face. 

"So," he drawled, a teasing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You was real determined. What’s good? You came all this way just to see me?" 

I swallowed, suddenly very aware of how close we were in this small space. "I mean… yeah," I admitted, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Had to make sure I got my moment."  

Jey raised a brow, looking impressed. "Oh, so this a whole mission, huh?" He licked his lips, nodding like he was piecing everything together. "Aight, well… since you came all this way, what you want, mama? A pic? A hug? Somethin’ signed?"  

I stared at him, my heart hammering.  

"I want a picture, yeah… but also, I just wanted to meet you. Like, really meet you." My voice came out softer than I expected, but I meant every word.  

Jey tilted his head slightly, studying me for a second before that smirk deepened.  

"Oh yeah?" His voice dropped a little, eyes flickering over my face like he was trying to read me. "Aight then… let’s talk. Get comfortable. You got my attention now."  

I exhaled, feeling the weight of his words settle over me.  

I had Jey Uso’s attention.  

Now, what was I gonna do with it?

I eased down onto the seat across from him, the plush leather cool against my skin. Jey, on the other hand, sat back like he owned the place—which, I mean, he did. Legs spread wide, completely relaxed, the definition of unbothered. His chain caught the dim light as he leaned into the sofa, his fingers absentmindedly drumming against his knee.

I crossed my legs, mirroring his energy in my own way, trying to play it cool even though my heart was beating out of my damn chest.

"Why’d you help me with that security?" I finally asked, tilting my head slightly.

At that, Jey sat up, planting his elbows on his knees as he looked me dead in the eyes.

"‘Cause you ain’t look like you was finna take no for an answer," he said, his voice low and smooth. "You had that look, like you was on a mission. I respect that."

I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to suppress the smile threatening to creep up. "So, what? You just go around saving fans?"

Jey chuckled, shaking his head. "Nah, not like that." He ran a hand down his face before locking eyes with me again. "You was different. Somethin’ about the way you pulled up... I dunno. Felt like I had to see what you was on."

I felt a warmth spread through me at his words, but I kept my expression unreadable, letting my fingers trace along the hem of my skirt. "Well, now that you see me, what do you think?"

Jey’s smirk deepened, his gaze dropping for a split second—just long enough to send a wave of heat through my body—before he met my eyes again.

"I think you got my attention, mama. Question is… what you gon’ do with it?"

I let out a nervous chuckle, gripping my phone a little too tight like it was the only thing grounding me. “Umm, picture?” I asked, waving it slightly, my voice betraying how flustered I was.  

Jey’s lips curved into that signature smirk—cocky, knowing—before he leaned back, draping an arm over the back of the sofa like he had all the time in the world. “Fasho. C’mere.” He patted the empty space next to him, eyes locked on me.  

My legs felt weak as I stood, every step toward him making my pulse hammer against my ribs. I swear my knees were on the verge of buckling, but I kept it cute, sliding into the spot beside him like I wasn’t lowkey freaking out.  

I opened my camera app, my fingers slightly shaky as I adjusted the angle. Before I could even position the phone right, Jey’s arm slid around my waist, pulling me flush against him.  

My breath hitched. A tiny, soft gasp slipped out before I could stop it, and I prayed he didn’t catch it. Act normal, I told myself, trying to pretend like my body wasn’t reacting to how solid he felt against me, how his scent—something warm, masculine, and just a little sweet—wrapped around me like a damn embrace.  

Focusing way too hard, I held up the phone, ready to take the pic. I smiled, but just as I went to press the button… I realized something.  

Jey wasn’t looking at the camera.  

His gaze? Fully locked on me.  

My stomach flipped as I caught the way his dark eyes traced over my face, like he was memorizing every little detail. The way his arm was still wrapped tight around my waist, his fingers pressing just enough to make me feel it.  

And that alone? Sent a pulse straight between my legs. 

I cleared my throat, forcing myself to snap the picture before my brain short-circuited. Turning the phone toward him, I showed him the screen. “What you think?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.  

But when I glanced up at him, his gaze still hadn’t moved. Still pinned right on me.  

His smirk deepened, slow and deliberate, his grillz catching the dim light in the bus. He leaned in just slightly, voice dropping into something smooth, something dangerous.  

"I think…" His fingers drummed lightly against my waist, sending a little shiver up my spine. "You look real good, baby."  

My breath caught. Heat rushed to my face, but I refused to fold.  

And just like that? I knew I was done for.

I swallowed hard, my brain struggling to keep up with the way he was looking at me—like I was the only thing in the room worth paying attention to. My fingers were still clutching my phone, but at this point, I wasn’t even thinking about the picture anymore.

"Oh, so I caught your eye?" I teased, tilting my head slightly, trying so hard to keep my cool.

Jey smirked, tongue running over his grillz as he leaned back against the sofa, his arm still draped around my waist like he belonged there. "You tell me." His voice was low, smooth, carrying a weight that settled deep in my stomach. "You the one who pulled up on me like you had somethin’ to prove."

I scoffed, rolling my eyes even though my body definitely reacted to the way he said that. "Boy, please." I tried to sound unbothered, but the way my voice wavered slightly? Yeah, he definitely caught that.

Jey chuckled, his grip tightening just a little before he finally let go, his arm sliding off my waist as he stretched out. I hated how much I missed the warmth of it immediately.

"So, what now?" he asked, raising a brow. "You got your picture. You tryna leave or…?"

I bit my lip, debating for half a second before deciding I was not about to be the girl who folded too fast. "Damn, you tryna get rid of me already?" I shot back, shifting slightly so I was turned toward him more.

His smirk widened, his gaze dropping to my legs for a moment before flicking back up to my face. "Nah," he said, voice dipping just a little. "If I wanted you gone, you’d know."

A shiver ran through me at the way he said that.

"So what do you want, then?" I challenged, arching a brow.

Jey exhaled, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek as he studied me. Then, slow and deliberate, he reached forward, his fingers grazing my chin as he tilted my face up just slightly.

"I'on know yet," he murmured, his thumb brushing lightly against my bottom lip. "Guess we gon' have to find out, huh?"

I swallowed hard, my palm pressing against the solid warmth of his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath beneath my touch. His skin burned through the fabric of his shirt, radiating heat that sent a shiver down my spine. My fingers twitched, itching to explore more, but before I could even process what I was doing, my eyes drifted lower.  

And damn.  

The outline of his dick strained against his pants, thick and heavy, leaving nothing to the imagination. My thighs clenched instinctively, a deep ache pooling between them at just the sight of it. My breath hitched as I flicked my gaze back up, only to catch Jey watching me watching him, that cocky smirk still playing at his lips.  

"That what you lookin’ for, mama?" His voice was all deep, rich amusement, but his eyes? They were hungry. Dark. Studying every little reaction I gave him like he was committing it to memory.  

I felt my face heat, but I refused to fold. My nails lightly scraped against his chest as I tilted my head, lips curving into a slow smirk of my own. "You tell me, Jey," I murmured, dragging out his name just a little, testing the waters. "You tryna act innocent now?"  

He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he leaned in, closing the space between us. The scent of his cologne—warm, woodsy, with just a hint of something sweet—wrapped around me, making me feel damn near dizzy.  

"Ain’t nothin’ innocent ‘bout me, baby." His fingers trailed down to my waist, gripping me just enough to make me feel it. "Question is… you ready to handle that?"  

His words sent a spark straight through me, igniting something reckless, something desperate. My breath was shallow, my pulse hammering, but I refused to back down. I let my hand slide down from his chest, teasing over the ridges of his abs, feeling the way his muscles tensed under my touch.  

"What you think?" I whispered, meeting his gaze, daring him to make the next move.  

Jey’s jaw flexed, his tongue running over his bottom lip as his grip on my waist tightened. And in one swift motion, he pulled me fully onto his lap, his hands sliding down to cup the curve of my ass, pressing me right against the undeniable proof of how bad he wanted me.  

A sharp gasp left my lips, but he just smirked, his breath fanning against my skin as he murmured, "Oh yeah… you gon’ be a problem, huh?"  

And fuck, I was so okay with that.

I could barely keep my breathing steady as Jey’s hands roamed, his grip tightening around my ass under my skirt. His eyes never left mine, that same intense, hungry gaze flicking between my lips and my eyes, making it clear just how much he was enjoying watching me unravel. 

My breath hitched when I felt his fingers slide under the hem of my shirt. I froze, heart racing as he effortlessly unhooked my bra with one hand, his fingers brushing against my skin like it was nothing. 

“You want me to take this off?” he asked, his voice low, as though the question was a test, a dare. 

I nodded, my pulse racing as I slowly lifted my arms, silently pleading for him to just take over.  

“mhm… please, Jey.” My voice came out softer than I meant, a mixture of nerves and need, but I couldn’t hold it back anymore. He was all I could think about, all I could feel in that moment. 

A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest, and before I could blink, my shirt was over my head, tossed aside carelessly. His gaze dropped to my exposed chest, his eyes darkening, but he didn’t rush. He took his time, letting me feel the weight of his stare before his hands moved to my bra straps. His fingers brushed lightly over my skin as he slid the straps off my shoulders, and I let out a shaky breath, my body already responding to him, craving more. 

"You’re fucking perfect." 

And just like that, I felt the straps slide down my arms, the bra falling away, leaving me completely exposed to him. But the way he looked at me, like I was something to be worshipped, made the nervous flutter in my stomach turn into pure heat. I had never felt more wanted in my life. 

“Fuck,” he whispered again, his hands gently cupping my bare breasts, squeezing just enough to make me moan softly. “You don’t know what you doin’ to me.” His thumb flicked over my nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through me that made my head spin. 

I couldn’t help but respond, my hands reaching up to tug at his shirt, urging him to take it off. The need between us was suffocating, and I wanted all of him, now. 

“Let me feel you, Jey,” I breathed, my voice low with desperation. 

He didn’t need to be told twice. His shirt was off in seconds, and as he leaned back in, his body pressing into mine, I knew I was in way deeper than I had ever planned to go. But with him? I didn’t care.

I could feel the heat of his skin beneath my fingertips as my hands roamed over his tattooed chest, tracing the intricate designs that marked his body. His muscles were like rock under my touch, every ridge and curve begging to be explored, and I couldn’t get enough of the way he felt. I let my fingers linger over his abs, feeling the tense flex of his body as he shifted beneath me.

Then, without warning, he bucked his hips up into me, the movement sending a shock of pleasure through me. I gasped, the sudden contact making everything feel even more intense. My body reacted instinctively, grinding back against him, matching the rhythm he set, my heart racing faster with every movement.

His hand slid up to the back of my neck, fingers curling into my hair, and in one swift motion, he yanked me down toward him, crashing his lips against mine in a fierce kiss. I melted into him instantly, his lips hot and demanding as they moved against mine. It was a kiss full of hunger, of urgency, and the way he pulled me even closer made my body ache for him. 

I felt his lips part, and his tongue slid into my mouth, moving with slow intensity at first, teasing me, but then it deepened, his kiss becoming more urgent, more possessive. I responded in kind, matching the hunger in his kiss, my hands tracing the lines of his chest, my fingers brushing over the tattoos again, as if trying to memorize every inch of him. 

His grip on my neck tightened, just enough to send a shiver down my spine, and he pulled away briefly, his eyes locking onto mine with a smoldering intensity that made my stomach flip.

“You feel that?” he breathed, his voice thick with desire. “You makin’ me lose my fucking mind.” 

I nodded, my lips parting as I tried to catch my breath, but he wasn’t done. His hands moved quickly, one sliding to my ass, the other gripping my pulling my thong to the side, as he rocked his hips up again, forcing me to take in the intensity of his movements. 

He could feel how much I wanted him, how wet this pussy was, and it made him smirk, that confident, cocky smirk that only added to the chaos building between us. 

“Fuck, baby,” he growled, his lips trailing down to my neck, kissing and sucking at my skin, leaving marks that would stay long after this moment was over. “You so fuckin’ wet.”

His eyes stayed locked on mine, dark and smoldering with something dangerously addictive. Slowly, deliberately, he slid a finger between my pussy lips, teasing me before finally pressing inside. A sharp gasp left my lips as I clenched around him, my body instinctively reacting to his touch.  

“shit…” I exhaled, my head tilting back slightly as a wave of pleasure rolled through me.  

Jey bit his bottom lip, watching me, clearly loving the way I unraveled for him. His fingers moved with precision, sliding in deeper before curling just right, making my breath hitch.  

"That feel good, baby?" he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction.  

All I could do was nod, too caught up in the sensation, my body already craving more. His free hand found my waist, gripping me possessively as he worked his fingers deeper, the rhythm slow but devastating. The wet sounds between us only added to the heat of the moment, my arousal pooling onto his hand, onto the sofa beneath us.  

“fuck,” he groaned, eyes flickering between my face and where his fingers disappeared inside of me. His voice was laced with hunger, like he was barely holding himself back. “You so damn sexy like this.”  

I bit my lip, my thighs trembling as he picked up the pace, his fingers scissoring inside of me, pushing me further into bliss. My hands gripped his tattooed forearm, nails digging into his skin as pleasure built, hot and heavy in my core.  

“Jey—” I whimpered, my voice barely above a breath.  

His smirk deepened, his grip tightening just enough to keep me exactly where he wanted me. He leaned in, his lips ghosting over my ear as he rasped, “Nah, don’t get shy on me now. Let me hear you.”  

And with that, he curled his fingers just right, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through me that had me gasping his name—exactly how he wanted.

I didn’t even recognize myself anymore. I had gone completely feral, desperate for this man—this WWE superstar I’d been fantasizing about for years. Every ounce of self-control had disappeared the second he put his hands on me.  

My fingers trembled as they reached between us, fumbling with the button of his jeans. Jey watched me with hooded eyes, his smirk dripping with amusement and lust. “Go ‘head, baby,” he murmured, his voice like gravel, deep and full of heat.  

As soon as I popped the button, he lifted me with ease, his strong hands gripping my waist like I weighed nothing. I barely had time to react before he kicked off his jeans, leaving only his boxers between us. The outline of him was thick, heavy, and straining against the fabric, making my mouth water.  

My breath hitched as I reached out, slipping my fingers beneath the waistband. The moment I tugged them down, his dick sprang free—tanned, thick, and topped with a soft pink hue that made my pussy throb with anticipation.  

Jey let out a low chuckle at my reaction, his fingers digging into my thighs. “That what you wanted, huh?” His tone was teasing, but the hunger in his eyes told me he was just as gone as I was.

But nothing could’ve prepared me for the way he stood up, effortlessly lifting me with my legs still wrapped around his waist. My breath hitched as his bare dick brushed against my soaked heat, the friction making me whimper.  

Jey let out a low groan, gripping me tighter. “You feel that?” he murmured, his voice thick with need, his lips ghosting over my jaw.  

I could only nod again, too caught up in the way he carried me through the bus like I weighed nothing, his hands possessive on my skin. He walked us toward the back room, pushing the door open with ease. The moment we stepped inside, my breath stuttered—this wasn’t just some cramped space.  

A king-sized bed sat in the center of the dimly lit room, draped in navy blue sheets that looked softer than sin. The walls were bathed in a cool blue glow, the only light coming from the dim LED strips along the ceiling. Plush white carpet covered the floor, and everything smelled faintly like his cologne—dark, musky, and intoxicating.  

Jey set me down right at the edge of the bed, his large hands gripping my waist firmly before spinning me around in one smooth motion. I didn’t even think—I just moved, my body acting on instinct. I stepped onto the bed, sinking into the softness as I placed one knee down, then the other, slowly crawling toward the center.  

The air was thick with anticipation, my skin buzzing under his heated gaze. I could hear the shift of fabric behind me, feel the weight of the bed dip as he climbed on behind me. My stomach flipped, my breath shallow as I waited—aching, desperate—for whatever came next.

“Arch that back for me, baby,” Jey’s voice was thick with heat, his hands gripping my waist like he owned me.

A shiver ran down my spine as I did what he said, pressing my chest into the mattress, my back curving just the way I knew he wanted. A deep, satisfied hum left his lips, followed by the sharp sting of his palm coming down against my skin. My breath hitched, the warmth of his touch following the burn, sending a delicious ache straight through me.

“Damn,” he murmured, his hands roaming, teasing. “That’s what I like… you listen real good, huh?”

I whimpered in response, my body on fire, anticipation curling low in my stomach. He made me feel wanted—desired in a way that was almost dizzying.

“Mhm, I wanna hear it all, baby.” His voice was rough, commanding, but there was something else laced in it, something deeper. “Show me why you came all this way.”

My lips parted, a gasp escaping me as I felt him, slow and deliberate, pushing me to the edge of my own self-control. Every nerve in my body was on high alert, and when he moved, deep and steady, both of our breaths tangled in the thick, heated air.

“Jey…” his name slipped from my lips, breathy and desperate, my fingers gripping the sheets like they were my only anchor.

He let out a low groan, almost a whimper, his forehead resting against my shoulder. “Damn, you feel too good…”

As I knelt there, completely lost in the moment, he drove into me with an force that sent shivers down my spine. Each thrust was harder, deeper, more frantic, and I felt every inch of him as he filled me completely. “Oh my God, yes, papi!” I cried out, a mix of pleasure and urgency spilling from my lips. My hair clung to my sweaty skin, caught in his strong grip as he pulled me closer, making each impact even more overwhelming.

My mouth fell open in pure ecstasy, drool slipping onto the sheets beneath us as the sensations took over. I couldn’t help but let the tears flow; they mixed with the pleasure coursing through me, and I felt as vulnerable as I was exposed, like a new soul becoming a slut. I had never experienced anything like this; it was as if he was tapping into something new within me, pushing every button until I felt an explosive wave of pleasure wash over me.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he released his hold on my hair and pressed his hands firmly into my lower back, forcing my body to arch further, deeper. “JEY—PLEASE!” I moaned so loudly that I was almost embarrassed, but the need for more overwhelmed any sense of shame. “fuck, I’m not done with you yet, mama. This pussy too good to stop,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. And with that, the rhythm picked up once again, sending me spiraling into a realm of pleasure I never knew existed.

When he finally sat up and pulled out of me, I turned around and crawled on my knees. I positioned myself right over him, straddling his lap. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom, ripping it open with his teeth like some kind of wild animal—a move that was honestly kind of sexy. Sliding it on with quick, practiced motions, he laid back comfortably.

As I settled myself down on his waiting, needy dick, I hissed at the delicious sensation. His hands shot out and gripped my hips firmly, anchoring me in place. I couldn’t help but start bouncing up and down, feeling every inch of him fill me up. “God damn, mama!” he moaned, flashing that eye-catching smile with his grillz sparkling like they were catching the light just for me.

“Yesss, papi! Ouuu, fuck!” I moaned back, throwing my head back in pure ecstasy, my body glowing with the pleasure of the moment.

“Fuck, I’m about to bust inside that pussy,” he growled through gritted teeth, thrusting up at me like he was on a mission. Honestly, trying to fight for dominance with Jey Uso was a losing battle, but I wasn’t complaining one bit. The way he was fucking me straight up felt like I was the last woman on earth, and it was everything I needed. 

“Mmh, say my name again,” he demanded with a mischievous smirk, smacking my ass harder this time, sending shockwaves through my body that made my pussy clench around him like it was begging for more. “Pa-papiii!” I whimpered, practically begging for him. I could feel that familiar pressure building up, that sweet release creeping closer. It hit me like a freight train. I felt my orgasm rip through me as he buried himself deep, hitting that perfect spot, and then I could feel him release in the condom.

His hips jerked rhythmically beneath me, and as I looked up, I caught a glimpse of him lost in the moment. His eyes were fluttered shut, breathing heavy, and he was licking his lips like I was the feast. The sight alone sent a guttural moan escaping my lips. I felt so full, so satisfied, and then I collapsed onto him, rolling to the side, my whole body buzzing with post-orgasm bliss. 

I was absolutely exhausted, but in the best way possible. “You straight, ma?” he asked softly, his breath still uneven. I nodded, a tired smile creeping across my face.

Somewhere in the haze of exhaustion and bliss, my phone started buzzing, but I barely had the energy to care, much less pick it up. I groaned, burrowing deeper into the covers, letting the noise blend into the background.  

But then—silence.  

I peeked one eye open, confused. That’s when I saw Jey, standing at the foot of the bed, holding my phone up to his ear. Oh, hell.  

“Yo, Genesis, right?” His deep voice, smooth as ever, carried across the room as he pressed the speaker button.  

Immediately, my best friend’s voice exploded through the speaker.  

“Oh, HELL no. Who is this? And WHERE the hell is my bestie? I swear to God, if you did ANYTHING to her—”  

Jey, completely unfazed, cut her off effortlessly, his tone laced with amusement.  

“Jey. Jey Uso,” he introduced himself like it was supposed to mean something. “She wit’ me right now. And yeah, I did do somethin’ to her.” He glanced down at me, smirking like the menace he was. “Now she layin’ here all pillow princess and shit.”  

I shot up just enough to snatch at my phone, but he dodged me like this was a damn game. “Jey!” I whined, my voice still laced with sleep.  

Genesis went dead silent for a second. Then—  

“Oh my GOD??!!! Jey Uso?? Umm, okay, tell her to call me in the morning, mkay BYE.”  

And just like that, the line went dead.  

I blinked. “Did she just—?”  

Jey let out a deep chuckle, shaking his head. “Yo best friend just fanned out and dipped.”  

I flopped back onto the pillows, groaning. “That girl is a damn clown.”  

Jey finally put my phone on the nightstand, then crawled back into bed beside me, his body radiating warmth. He reached over, pulling me closer like it was second nature.  

“Guess that means you’re stuck with me till morning, huh?” he murmured, lips brushing against my temple.  

I hummed, melting into his hold. “Mm, guess so.”  If Genesis had a meltdown over that call, she was in for a lot more tomorrow.

[maochira]

Welcome to the Donquixote Family. [chapter 1]

synopsis: The Donquixote pirates weren't new to taking children into their crew, but you were the first one brought onto the ship by Corazon.

type: platonic; familial

tags: gn!child!reader & Donquixote pirates, hurt/comfort, angst, found family

a/n: (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) very excited to start this series!! I don't know how many chapters this will consist of, but I've got many ideas yippie!!!

A city in flames. Agonizing screams. The metallic smell of blood.

And all you can do is cry. What else could a helpless child do in a situation like this?

You grew up in a lawless area; the World Government couldn't care less about your hometown. It wasn't of any importance to them. The lives of the people living there didn't have any value. You had no value.

Until they found you.

Your hometown was victim to arson. The very few survivors were either heavily injured, knowing they'd be dead in a matter of time anyways, or didn’t care about helping you.

The trauma brought by the fire erased all your memories; you don't even know if you had friends, parents, siblings, or anyone who cared for you at some point in your early life. The painful screams in your ears and smoke filling your lungs are the earliest memories you carry.

The second memory you recall is how you wandered into nowhere. Your reasons uncertain; looking for help or for death?

After that, there is nothing but a gap in the window of time.

No matter how hard you try, there is no recalling of the events that led to this. Regardless, that never mattered much to you. They had found you; rescued and made you part of their family.

The Donquixote Pirates.

“It's okay, you can eat that.” Baby 5's encouraging voice, her hands gently pushing a plate of rice towards you.

Rice. When was the last time you had rice, or any proper food in general? Despite that, something held you back from taking your first bite.

“You'll die if you don't eat!” Buffalo adds, noticing your hesitance. Although, you can't tell if he's mocking or encouraging you.

A tall man appears behind the two, not only towering over them but also you. “If they don't have it in them to eat even when food is placed right in front of them, they’re not good enough to join our family anyways.”

Barely having finished his words, the man pushes Baby 5 and Buffalo to the side. His eyes fixated on you, Doflamingo tries to figure out what's going on in that little head of yours.

“Eat.” He says in a commanding tone, although his eyes soften ever so slightly when you still don't take a bite.

“Listen.” Doflamingo kneels down to be closer to your height. “I have no idea what was going on in my brother's mind to bring you here, but I trust him. That doesn't mean I won't hesitate to throw you overboard if you don't prove you're worth enough to be part of this family.”

Corazon, the man who brought you onto the ship in the first place, only quietly sat somewhere on the ship. His gaze wanders towards you while he lights his cigarette, resulting in his coat catching fire.

As little as the quiet cracking of the fire and smoke blown in your direction by the wind is enough to trigger memories of the last moments you know from your hometown. Instead of taking care of his burning coat, Corazon throws it to the ground and quickly hurries over to you as soon as he noticed your distress. And suddenly, you found yourself lifted up in his arms. His actions not only catch you off guard, but also the rest of the crew. They do know better than judging or questioning their captain’s brother, though.

And so they watch as Corazon holds you, eventually sitting down with you securely on his lap. He makes you feel safe. Safe enough to accept the small spoonfuls of rice Corazon offers to you.

Doflamingo continues observing you, his piercing gaze judging his brother’s softness. Although, he couldn’t deny it was an endearing sight. He would still stick to his words from earlier; even if Corazon was the one to bring you on the ship, he himself would have the final say about keeping you or not. But for now, he decides to let Corazon take care of you. Maybe you’ll be of use once you recover and gain enough strength to prove yourself to him.

Corazon makes a mental note about the fire causing you distress - although that doesn’t mean he’ll stop accidentally setting things on fire. It only means he’ll watch out for you any time it does happen.

After he made sure you ate and drank enough, at least for now, Corazon lifts you off of his lap and gives you a gentle nudge, encouraging you to walk over to the other children, who are staring at you with curious eyes. Especially Baby 5 seems to be eager to make a new friend and properly welcome you to the family. You can only stare back at them with empty eyes. A gaze that is too familiar to one of them.

Ever since Corazon brought you onto the ship, Law only wondered why. You’re weak; nothing like the children the crew would typically take in. But the gaze in your eyes told him more than enough. Somehow, he could sense your feelings as soon as he made eye contact with you; a look of hopelessness; maybe a death wish; but for an unknown reason still wanting to live. Stay alive out of spite, to fight as a sort of revenge to the world that left you and everything you once knew behind.

Much to everyone’s confusion, Law walks towards you and grabs your wrist. The sudden action makes you flinch, but the lack of firmness in his grasp is reassuring enough to know Law wouldn’t hurt you.

“I’ll examine them.” He says, announcing a decision he made for himself. While his words are for the whole crew to hear, they’re mainly directed to you and Doflamingo.

“We need to know if they’re sick or have serious injuries.” Law adds after turning his eyes to the captain.

Doflamingo only shrugs. “If you want to.”

Corazon smiles softly, giving Law an encouraging nod and your hair a gentle ruffle, as if to say “It’s okay.”

[diushek]

Shitty talking with my sister, we can't stop laughing at the: look, Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu's first son decides to court Liu Qingge.

His parents disagree (Shen Qingqiu not so much, he would understand why someone would fall for Liu Qingge after all), of course, but faced with the hypocrisy of their own actions, they just give Liu Qingge a warning and let everything... happen.

Their second daughter, their precious, spoiled and delicate little girl, decides that she doesn't want to be a cultivator, she wants to embrace her demonic side and her role in the court of the demon realm. Shen Qingqiu knows that it's only a matter of time until she ends up tangling with some demon... But he doesn't expect it to be Sha Hualing!!!

Their third daughter, beautiful and more spoiled than the previous one, thank goodness, doesn't get involved with someone twice her age. She has a healthy friendship with Mobei-jun and Shang Qinghua's eldest daughter, just a couple of months older than her, which slowly and sweetly evolves into a first love, first romance and first courtship for both princesses. Very sweet and beautiful.

Their fourth son randomly runs away with a disciple of Bai Zhan and they return after a month married. Well, to be expected honestly, and better than someone twice his age (not that Shen Qingqiu is being hypocritical, but they are their children!! He has the right to be a little protective about that!!!)

Their fifth child (and the last one Shen Qingqiu decided to have given birth; honestly, he doesn't plan on fathering any more children in his body for at least a century, despite his husband's pouting - and the indecent suggestions that Luo Binghe would now be proud to be the one to carry their offspring) doesn't seem interested in anyone yet, which is... slightly disturbing, if compare him to his siblings. He's in his early twenties, and he's a wonderful, charming, skilled, and strong young man; as always, Binghe's heritage is strong, but perhaps too much so in his youngest son, who, except for Shen Qingqiu's hair, seems cloned from his heavenly demon father... Although there is perhaps something firmer in his face when he grows up that can only be similar to Tianlang-jun. He also has a calmer and more relaxed temper, a smooth appearance which distinguishes him very well from his siblings.

... And Shen Qingqiu may be a little worried about him.

Haven't they done things right with him? It's not that he wants his son to have a partner or any kind of romantic relationship, not at all!!! In his eyes he will always be his baby! His youngest son!! But, at that age, his siblings were already in their... eh, personal affairs. So, Shen Qingqiu just... wonders if maybe he screwed up somewhere in his upbringing. Okay, maybe Luo Binghe and him were a little harsh on their sister when she had that surprise wedding with Sha Hualing when their youngest son was like four years old, but those were parental fears!!! That can't traumatize a child into a lifelong single, lonely life, right...??

Then it's one of the monthly meetings of Peak Lords. Shen Qingqiu does not usually arrive early, that is true, but Binghe wasn't at home for a brief emergency at the demon court, his son had also gone out, and with nothing to do, well, maybe he could chat with Qi Qingqi or something while they waited for the meeting to start.

His first warning sign is that the door is closed. Well, that's strange, since usually on days where there are monthly meetings, the doors are wide open. Then he pushes the door and the fan falls from his hands, shocked.

There is his son, like a predator loudly feeding from someone's mouth. Well, Shen Qingqiu doesn't have to worry about his not-so-little younger son's singleness anymore, BUT STILL-

Because the one sitting on the table surrounded by fallen scrolls, blushing like a schoolgirl, completely disheveled and with clear signs of having been kissed for a long time, is Yue Qingyuan.

... Shen Qingqiu closes the door perhaps a little too loudly before leaving as fast as possible. YEA, WELL. HE’S DEFINITELY NOT GOING TO MENTION THAT TO BINGHE. IF POSSIBLE, NEVER.

Out of sight, out of mind. He is not ready for this conversation and will not be anytime soon.

Maybe he should ask Shang Qinghua what to do; a lot time has happened since the wedding of Liu Qingge and his firstborn, and after all, the Shang Qinghua's second daughter decided that she had to court Qi Qingqi (and she is in the process of doing so). Then maybe his friend is more in tune with how to deal with that crisis...

(Shang Qinghua is not. He laughs and cries loudly and begs Shen Qingqiu to please betroth their future children each other before they are born to avoid giving more spouses to the other Peak Lords of Cang Qiong Mountain Sect.

With a much-needed gulp of rice wine, Shen Qingqiu agrees.)

[ducksido]

Stargazing with Jack

(last savannaclaw)

The days leading up to Valentine’s at Night Raven College had been a blur of pink decorations, heart-shaped sweets, and a lot of over-the-top confessions. You'd seen at least three people try (and fail) to confess to Vil, another three fall victim to Floyd's teasing, and Ruggie somehow turn the holiday into a business venture.

But all that aside, you had one person on your mind.

Jack Howl.

The tall, silver-haired beastman had been your closest friend for a while now. He was reliable, loyal, and had a quiet sort of kindness that you always admired. And if your heart beat just a little faster whenever he was around—well, that was your business.

Tonight, you were going to ask him to be your Valentine.

What you didn’t know was that Jack had the same plan.

And he had some very enthusiastic helpers.

“Alright, that should be the last of it!” Deuce wiped his forehead as he set down a blanket in the clearing Jack had chosen. “Man, setting up a whole stargazing date is way more work than I thought.”

“You’re telling me,” Ace huffed, standing beside him. “Do you know how hard it was sneaking those extra snacks from Heartslabyul? Riddle almost caught me!”

“Probably because you were being suspicious,” Epel pointed out, smirking. “But hey, it’s all worth it if Jack actually confesses.”

Jack groaned, ears flattening. “It’s not a confession, alright? I just… wanted to do something nice.”

Sebek crossed his arms, nodding. “Hmph! A noble gesture, indeed! A proper warrior should always take charge of their courtship!”

“...Not sure I’d call it that, but whatever,” Jack muttered, his tail flicking in irritation. “Anyway, you guys helped, so you better not go blabbing about this.”

Ace grinned. “Ohhh, don’t worry, Wolf Boy. We wouldn’t dream of embarrassing you.”

Deuce shot him a look. “Ace, don’t.”

Epel chuckled. “Well, good luck, Jack. If this works out, you owe us.”

Jack exhaled, looking over their setup. The blanket, the snacks, the perfect view of the night sky—it was all ready. Now, all he had to do was not mess it up.

Easier said than done.

Before Jack could go find you, there was one last obstacle in his way.

Grim.

The little cat—ahem, great mage—stood in front of Jack with his paws on his hips, tail twitching.

“Alright, dog breath,” Grim said, squinting up at him. “I know you’re takin’ my hench-human on this whole fancy-schmancy date thing.”

Jack crossed his arms. “Yeah? And?”

Grim narrowed his eyes. “If ya hurt ‘em—even a little—I’m gonna burn your tail off.”

Jack blinked. “...You serious?”

“Dead serious.”

There was a tense beat of silence. Then Jack smirked, crouching down to look Grim in the eye.

“You really care about them, huh?”

Grim huffed. “Duh! They’re mine.”

Jack chuckled, ruffling the fur on Grim’s head before the little beast could swat him away.

“Relax, I’m not gonna hurt them,” Jack promised. “They mean a lot to me too.”

Grim studied him for a moment before crossing his arms. “Hmph. Good answer. Now go, before I change my mind and crash your date.”

Jack smirked. “Yeah, yeah.”

With that, he turned on his heel, his heart hammering in his chest.

Time to find you.

Jack found you waiting for him outside Ramshackle Dorm, his tail flicking anxiously behind him. That was odd—Jack was rarely nervous.

“Jack?” You tilted your head. “Everything okay?”

He cleared his throat, ears twitching slightly. “Yeah, just… uh, I wanted to ask you something.”

Your heart did a little flip. Was he—?

“Oh! Actually, I had something to ask you too,” you blurted.

Jack blinked. “Huh?”

You both stared at each other, momentarily stunned, before speaking at the exact same time:

“Will you be my Valentine?”

There was a beat of silence.

Then, you both stiffened, eyes widening as realization sank in.

“Wait—what?”

“You—you were gonna—?”

Jack’s ears flattened, and a deep red blush spread across his face. “Y-You go first,” he mumbled, avoiding your gaze.

You laughed, warmth bubbling up in your chest. “I think we just asked each other at the same time, Jack.”

His tail flicked, and he huffed. “Guess we did.” His expression softened, golden eyes shining under the moonlight. “…So, what do you say?”

You smiled. “I say yes.”

Jack exhaled, relief washing over his face before he gave you a rare, gentle smile. “Good. ’Cause I wasn’t gonna take no for an answer.”

Jack led you out past the dorms, to a quiet, open spot near the forest where the sky stretched endlessly above. It was breathtaking—stars scattered across the vast darkness like shards of light, glowing softly against the velvet sky.

You gasped. “Jack, this is amazing.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, ears twitching. “The guys helped set it up,” he admitted. “Figured we could stargaze. Not really into the whole ‘fancy dinner’ thing, but this felt more… us.”

You looked up at him, warmth spreading through your chest. “It’s perfect.”

The two of you lay side by side on the blanket, staring up at the endless sky. The cool night air carried the scent of pine, and the only sound was the quiet rustle of leaves in the breeze.

Jack pointed to a cluster of stars. “See that? That’s Canis Major. It’s got the brightest star in the sky—Sirius.”

You turned your head to look at him, smiling. “How do you know so much about constellations?”

He shrugged, his ears twitching. “My grandpa used to tell me about them when I was a kid. Said a true beastman should know how to find his way, even in the dark.”

“That’s… really cool,” you murmured, admiring how the starlight reflected in his golden eyes.

Jack turned his head, and suddenly, you were close. Really close.

His ears twitched, and he swallowed hard. “Uh—”

You didn’t let yourself think too much about it.

Instead, you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against his lips.

Jack froze, his entire body tensing. But before you could pull away, his tail wagged slightly, and he kissed you back, warm and gentle.

When you finally parted, Jack's face was burning red, but he still held your gaze.

“…You sure know how to catch a guy off guard,” he muttered, ears twitching.

You grinned. “Well, we were already in sync tonight.”

Jack huffed a laugh, before exhaling deeply. Then, he took your hand, threading his fingers through yours as he gazed back up at the stars.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “Guess we were.”

And under the endless night sky, you stayed like that—hand in hand, hearts in sync, completely at peace.

[casedclosedbye]

Souvenir

Spencer Reid x Aaron Hotchner

Angst to Fluff

Wc: 2k

Summary: Spencer Reid is haunted by a creeping fear: that he's losing control of his mind, just like his mother did before him. As his thoughts spiral into a chaotic blur, he's gripped by the terror that his inherited mental illness might be taking hold. When Aaron Hotchner walks in, he senses something is wrong—Spencer’s not okay, though he refuses to admit it.

The air in the bullpen felt heavier than usual as Spencer Reid sat hunched over his desk, staring at the case file in front of him. His fingers trembled slightly as they traced the edge of the pages, his mind a thousand miles away. Every word blurred together, and the more he read, the more distant he felt from himself. The thoughts were intrusive, unwelcome—disjointed.

He couldn't stop them.

Does it happen to her, too? Spencer wondered, his thoughts turning dark. The things I see, the things I feel—does she... did she feel them too?

His mother’s schizophrenia was always something he'd feared inheriting. The long stretches of time he'd spent watching her unravel, the disjointed ramblings that never seemed to make sense—how often had he feared waking up one morning and hearing his own voice slip into something just as distorted? How often had he wondered if it was already happening?

And today? Today, the fear seemed louder than usual.

It all started when he’d taken that last dose of Dilaudid. He'd thought he was fine. Thought the nightmares and the restless nights would fade, that his mind would reset. But no. There were days where his thoughts were just a cacophony of echoes, voices overlapping, and it felt like his skull was caving in, a million pieces breaking apart. He knew what he was feeling—what he feared—but it terrified him to even think the words.

Spencer wasn’t sure when Aaron entered the room. His footsteps were steady, calm, a quiet anchor to the chaos in Spencer’s mind. But Aaron knew. He always did.

“Reid, you alright?” Hotch's voice cut through the silence, warm and grounding.

Spencer didn’t answer at first. He could feel the lump in his throat, the tightness in his chest. He couldn’t look Aaron in the eye, afraid the words he’d been fighting to keep inside would spill out in a flood.

Hotch’s gaze softened, eyes scanning Spencer with that knowing intensity. He was good at reading people, better than anyone Spencer had ever known. “Spence…”

The nickname felt like a lifeline, but it also reminded him of the gaping hole he couldn’t fill inside his own mind.

“I’m fine, Hotch,” he finally muttered, though his voice sounded shaky to his own ears.

“No, you’re not,” Aaron said, his tone quiet but firm. He stepped closer, resting a hand lightly on Spencer's shoulder, a touch that was both reassuring and—painfully—comforting. "What’s going on?"

Spencer shook his head, unable to bring himself to speak the fear in his heart. He didn’t want to drag Aaron into his spirals, into the mess of his mind. Aaron had seen him at his worst—had held him through his addiction, had pulled him from the abyss more times than Spencer could count. But this? This felt different. This was an edge Spencer didn’t want to cross.

“I—” Spencer swallowed, the words thick in his throat. “What if... what if I’m like her? What if it’s... it’s happening?”

Aaron’s hand tightened on his shoulder, his voice steady. “Spence, you’re not like her. You’re not your mother.”

Spencer clenched his jaw, eyes darting to the case file in front of him as if the answers to his doubts were somehow written there. His breath came out in uneven bursts. “But I feel it, Hotch. I feel it in my head. Like when I cut a hole into my skull, and I can’t stop hearing these thoughts, these voices, like everything I say to myself gets twisted, and nothing makes sense anymore.” His hands fisted on the edge of the desk, nails digging into the wood. “Do you hate what you see? Like I do?”

Aaron moved then, his hand lifting to gently cup Spencer’s face, forcing him to meet his gaze. There was no judgment there, only love—pure, unshakable love. “I don’t hate what I see, Spence. I love you. I love you, even if your mind doesn’t always make sense. Even if you think you’re broken.”

“I feel broken,” Spencer admitted, voice breaking. “I’m scared, Hotch. I’m scared I’m losing control. What if one day I can’t come back? What if it’s too late?”

Aaron’s eyes softened, and he took a step closer, until their chests almost touched. “Listen to me, Spence.” His voice was low, his words as steady as the beat of his heart. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. And if your mind goes places that scare you, then I’ll be here to pull you back. No matter what. You’re not alone in this.”

The tears that Spencer had been holding back finally broke free, falling down his face in a quiet rush. He didn’t try to hide them; he didn’t have the energy anymore. Hotch wiped them away with the pad of his thumb, as though erasing the hurt Spencer had carried for so long.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Aaron repeated, his voice steady as a promise. “I’m here with you. You don’t have to be scared of your mind, Spence. Not when I’m here. I’ll love you through it. Every part of you.”

Spencer’s chest ached as he let out a shaky breath, leaning into Aaron’s touch. The weight in his mind felt a little lighter, as if Aaron’s presence was enough to start untangling the knots that had been so tightly wound inside him.

Aaron’s arms wrapped around him then, pulling him into a warm embrace, and Spencer buried his face in his neck, taking in the familiar scent of his cologne, the solidness of his frame. For the first time in days, his breathing slowed, his mind quieted just a little.

“I don’t hate you,” Aaron whispered into his hair. “I could never hate you, Spence. And no matter what happens, we’ll face it together. You don’t have to carry this by yourself.”

Spencer’s voice was barely a whisper, thick with emotion, but it was enough. “Thank you.”

Aaron kissed the top of his head, a promise, a comfort. “I love you.”

Spencer finally let himself believe it, let himself feel the warmth of Aaron’s words wrapping around him like a blanket. He wasn’t broken. Not in Aaron’s eyes. Not anymore.

And that, for now, was enough.

End.

[artist-issues]

outer banks melting from something barely watchable to something certainly unwatchable before our very eyes

[fictionadventurer]

I thought that it was stupid that Brandon Sanderson had the narrator of Tress of the Emerald Sea call all the unnamed sailors "Dougs" when he could have just called them, you know, sailors. But then I started using the term. Turns out having a word for "yes, we know that realistically all these individuals have unique identities and personalities, but they're not the focus of this story so we're going to treat them as faceless background characters" is surprisingly useful.

[starkeysbunny]

tears [rafe cameron]

pairing - rafe cameron x reader

summary - rafe was a busy man. but, when his girl knocked on the doors of tannyhill with tears streaming down her cheeks—nothing was more important than her. and he’d fix whatever was bothering her. or whoever. he hated to see his girl cry.

warnings - none rlly, hurt/comfort, protective and attentive rafe

rafe sighed into his phone call when he heard a knock on the door. he stood in his father’s office—which was now his—pacing the room.

“hey, hey man, just hang on a sec, sorry.” he muttered to the potential investor before he put him on hold. he set his phone down on the desk and marched out of the office, curses and mumbles leaving his lips.

“somebody always fuckin’ needs something.” his hand rubs over his buzzed hair as his other hand curls in and out of a fist at his side. “goddamn. probably fuckin’ sarah and her stupid—“

his mumbles come to a halt when he opens the door and sees his girl standing there, tears staining her flushed cheeks. “rafe..” she whispers weakly, her frame shaking as she looks up at him.

“hey, hey, baby.” he says quickly, completely forgetting the phone call waiting for him as all his attention, worry, and concern is shifted to her. “what’s wrong, c’mere.”

his hand reaches for her wrist, pulling her into his chest. she lets out a quiet sob as she buries her face into his chest, stepping inside. he haphazardly pushes the door shut as he keeps her close to his chest and walks them both inside and through the foyer.

he whispers shh’s, and coos at her in his arms as he heads for the living room, sitting them both down. he softly pulls her from his chest, his head dipping down to her level. his hands come to her cheeks, wiping the tears off her soft skin.

“hey, baby, what happened? talk to me.” he says, his eyebrows furrowed with concern.

“i-i-“ she stammers, unable to get words out as she chokes on cries. her breathing quickens, getting close to hyperventilating. when she cries, she goes too fast, losing control of her breathing.

“hey, hey, no. don’t do that. c’mon baby, you know better. breathe, baby, breathe.”

she begins to slow down, her breathing coming back to normal. she keeps her eyes on rafe’s, slowly calming down.

“there ya go. atta’ girl. good job. breathe.” he praises, his head nodding softly as he watches her. once her breathing fully calms, she takes one last deep breath and wipes the last of her tears.

“now, gonna tell me what’s got your pretty little head so worried, hm?” he coos, his head tilting slightly. “what’s bothering you? who do i have to kill, huh?” he jokes with a grin. but to be honest—he probably wasn’t joking.

she sniffles, her eyebrows furrowing. “my uterus.” she whines. “i’m on my period. my cramps hurt like a bitch. and my mom is pissing me off.” she sniffles, stumbling over her words slightly. “and i’m hungry. and you weren’t answering, i know you’re busy. but i just really needed to see you, i’m sorry—“

“hey, hey, it’s okay.” he nods softly. “i’m here, it’s alright. i’m not busy, doesn’t matter.” he says matter-of-factly. he wraps his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. “what do you need? hm? i have that heating pad in my room i bought for you a couple months ago.” he whispers sweetly. “i can make you somethin? buy you stuff? i dunno, what do you need?”

he was willing to do anything, he didn’t care. when his baby cried, he’d move mountains to make her feel better. he’d go to every store in town, run up his credit card, do anything. as long as she got a smile on her face at the end of it.

she nods against his chest, looking up at him. “yeah.. the heating pad. and—and can you make me a grilled cheese? you make em’ so good.” she asks sweetly, her voice gentle and weak.

he smiles softly, looking down at the sweet girl in his arms. “yeah, baby, of course. i don’t know if they’re that good. everytime i make them, you’re usually drunk and it’s three in the morning. that might be why they taste so good.” he jokes.

she shoves his chest playfully. “i don’t care, you can’t fuck up a grilled cheese. please?”

he grins. “yeah, yeah. grilled cheese, heating pad. got it, baby. anything else?” he says thoughtfully, his fingers coming to push strands of hair off from where they stick to her tear strained cheeks.

she shakes her head. “just you.”

he smiles. “okay.” he kisses her forehead. “i’ll be right back, gimmie a few minutes to get all that.” he stands, making sure she’s laid comfortably on the couch. he grabs the blanket from the end of the couch and drapes it over her. his eyes search the living room, landing in the remote, he hands it to her.

he leans down, placing another kiss to her cheek this time. “put on whatever you want. i’ll be back, promise.”

he leaves her at the couch and heads back to the office. he picks up his phone and takes it off hold. “hey, gotta go. somethin’ came up. i’ll give you a call later.” he hung up before the guy could even get a word in.

nothing came before his girl.

[tonycries]

Freak On The Cam! - C.K.

Synopsis. Choso always loved watching you - his pretty lil’ camgírl - from behind the screen. Who knew he’d love being on-screen with you even more?

Pairing. Choso Kamo x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, camgírl! reader, spítting, Choso has rings and piercings, first times + loss of vírginity (Choso’s), oral (fem receiving), exhíbitionism, DOWN BAD Choso, cúmplay, use of “ma’am”, Sukuna is a menace, víbrators, light jealousy (Choso’s), some HEINOUS things, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 6.5k

A/N. Meant to post this last week but hehe here we are. Also I’ve GOT to stop using Unc-kuna so much lmao.

“Wanna see a movie or do you wanna make one?”

Choso was screwed. Completely and utterly screwed. So badly, in fact, that he might as well just wipe off every trace of himself online and go into hiding - preferably forever.

All because he had been so stupidly careless as to leave his phone unattended for exactly 1 minute and 47 seconds around Sukuna. 

In the time it took Choso to raid the kitchen for his favorite brand of cereal, his uncle had managed to open his Twitter (because “that’s where all the juicy stuff is”), stalk your pretty page at the very top of his last searched, and send a god-awful pick-up line that would probably get him blocked. Or worse.

Damnit, he knew he shouldn’t have made his password Yuji’s birthday.

“Ya should be thankful I didn’t DM her myself, brat.” Sukuna chuckles, not even a shred of regret in his tone, way too amused with how Choso was frantically trying to tackle the phone out of his hands. “What’s the harm in asking? Such a pretty camgirl, n’ you look like you need some good pu-”

“She’s also my classmate.”

“Kinky. Even better.” 

No, not “even better”. God, this must be some kind of cosmic joke, and Choso just wished the Earth would swallow him up whole right now - and maybe his phone along with it too. 

It had taken him almost a whole semester to work up the courage to just sit next to you during your shared lecture. All gorgeous with your bright smiles, and your smart mouth. And Choso was very much content to admire you from afar - and from behind his phone screen, of course.

Never following, never liking. Never tipping you off as one of your hundreds of thousands of fans.

And now, not only had Sukuna revealed that he’d found your secret Twitter account - the one with those sinful little clips of yourself that had Choso opening the app way too much - he’d also propositioned you. Like some creep.  

“Ugh. This is why women hate you.” Still desperately grappling, he spits out more to himself than Sukuna at this point. “B-besides, she’s never even gonna respond any-”

Ping!

And the Itadori household had never been quieter. Never, on a random Saturday during spring break. Never, as the two men crowd the phone, jaws dropped and staring wordlessly at the singular message on screen. You. 

“Let’s make one ;)”

---

“So s’not a stream this time, jus’ a video. Is that okay?”  You hum from your desk, glancing at the man seated on your bed as he hastily nods along with whatever you said. Looking like he’d rather be anywhere but here. 

Weird. 

It had only been a few days of back and forth since you’d gotten that first text - the one that you’d honestly thought about blocking like the thousands of others. But there was just something about it that made you stop, something that had you clicking on the profile to delve a little deeper.

It hit you like a semi-truck back then - five of them, in fact - that this was someone in your class. Someone you knew. How the hell did he even find this account? 

You knew Choso as that sweet - albeit slightly gloomy - kid that sat next to you, always quick with his answers and even quicker to look away from your gaze, no matter how hard you tried to spark a conversation. You’d just guessed he was afraid of you or something.

So nothing could’ve prepared you for how ridiculously attractive he looked in that profile picture, all smug grins and dark locks falling effortlessly around his slightly smudged eyeliner. Shirtless, giving just a peak of- oh god, were those nipple piercings?  

Could you really be blamed? You just had to have him.

But, here - it was like he was just itching to run away at the first chance he got. 

“You’re not held at gunpoint, y’know.” you giggle at how he startles at the mere sound of your voice. The mattress dips as you stop fiddling with the camera to sit next to him, thighs flush against his muscled ones. “Are you sure you want-”

“Yes.” 

It seems that both of you were surprised by the abrupt response. Too quick. Choso clears his throat, cheeks flaring as he tries to dredge up some semblance of dignity, he drawls lightly. “I mean- Yes.”

You study him for a moment under the dim lighting, noting the way his hands clench and unclench in his lap, the way his chest rises and falls rapidly as he struggles to control his breathing. He was nervous. Nervous and horny - nothing quite like the suave impression his pick-up line gave off. 

But so irresistible just the same.

“Well…Cho.” you bat your lashes, voice dropping to a seductive whisper - not too heavy, for now at least. “Then why won’t you even look at me?”

Alas, Choso was not a strong man. 

Maybe at your words, maybe at that playful little nickname you gave him, he’s finally raising those dark eyes to look at you. Twinkling with- fear? anticipation? A flicker of something so dangerous as his gaze sweeps greedily over that tight dress you put on just for this occasion. 

Choso tries to ignore how sinfully it hugs all your curves. Or the way it would look a million times better on the floor. 

This was absolute torture. 

And God he thinks he could pass out right then and there as you lean in closer. Too close. The temperature in the room suddenly increasing by about 10 degrees as you purr, tone careful and balanced. “Much better. And now…” 

His breathing becomes heavier, eyes flickering downwards. Once. Twice. 

And you know you’ve got him in the palm of your hand. 

“...all you gotta do is touch me.”

Yeah, if Choso thought he was going to pass out before then he definitely wasn’t ready for those dangerous little words. Ones that have him shaken right to the core - fighting that urge to just take you how he’s imagined all those lonely nights.

“You- huh?” he lets out a shaky laugh, the sound strained as he crosses his legs with the subtlety of a sledgehammer, desperately trying to will away the blood rushing straight to his throbbing cock right now. 

But how could he? Not when you only shift closer, barely even a hair’s breadth between you two - relishing in his strangled gasp as your tits press so enticingly against his arm. Such an adorable pout playing on your lips as you mutter, “Do you not want to?”

And he did. Oh, how he did - has been imagining it for the past five months, in fact. And Choso lets you know, a little twenty times, actually, as the words spill panickedly from his lips. 

“-idiot trying to set me up and I’ve been dreaming of fucking you for so long but I’m just-” Heat rushes to Choso’s cheeks, as he abruptly shuts the fuck up. But it’s too late - the damage has been done.

You give him a wry smile, lips mere inches from his ear. “Just what?”

His breath hitches, muscles rippling so deliciously as he shudders beneath your touch. “I’m a-” Choking out - as if it physically hurts to  admit - “-virgin.”

Oh. 

Now, you might’ve expected many things - but certainly not this. Though, looking at the cute flush on the tips of his ears, all the way down to those big, needy eyes, you don’t mind. Not one bit.

With one, quick glance at the rolling camera - your mouth is moving before your mind. “Do you want me to…do something about it?”

And then it’s like something snapped. 

You don’t know who leans in first, just that Choso’s kissing you. And you’re kissing him - how could you not? 

Because goddammit it was always those pretty lips that you were staring at whenever he was spouting off answers in class. You just never expected he’d be kissing you back with such an infectious desperation. 

No sooner are you thinking about how sweet his lips are before he’s pulling away with a soft sigh, pressing hot open-mouthed kisses down your jaw. Your neck. Back to your lips like he wanted everything and anything.

You gasp licks a long, languid stripe up your neck - maybe at how utterly obscene it felt, maybe at that sharp cold feeling that makes you flinch. Fuck - a tongue piercing? The noise makes Choso’s mouth drop into a quick oh! surging forward to claim your lips again. Addicted. 

Only to be stopped by your hands cupping his face, letting out a pained grunt at how he was so close. Just a hair’s breadth away from your lips.

“Cho~ Open your mouth, baby.” you whisper, hotly. 

And he looked so pretty - dark hair askew, lower lip swollen and quivering with need, brows furrowing because he wanted more of your taste. But he obeys, of course he does, Choso thinks he’ll do anything you asked. And lo and behold, sitting right there in the middle of his tongue was a pretty silver piercing.

You just can’t help but thumb open his mouth further, looking him right in the eyes as you spit in his mouth. Once. Twice. 

“Bet no one else has done this before, huh?” Grinning at how sinfully Choso’s eyes roll to the back of his head at your taste, “Kiss me proper now.”

God, you were so good at throwing away whatever was left of his poor sanity. And it’s all that’s said before his kiss-bitten lips are crashing into yours again. 

“No. No one’s hah- done that before. Only you.” he’s panting into your open mouth, swirling his tongue with yours. “F-fuck only you. Only you only you-”

You barely even realize the way you’re on his lap now, sitting so prettily there that Choso half-deliriously wonders whether he should take a picture. Mind spinning too much with his throbbing erection under your drenched panties, a damp little patch at his fat tip. So hot and heavy already.

“Cho, do you want me to-”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You certainly don’t have to be told twice - especially with that little nickname. Fiddling with his belt, you’re so hazy with want - the need to taste Choso, to see if the rest of him was as sweet as his lips - that you almost miss the look of confusion that flashes across his face.

You bat your lashes at him almost-innocently, “You alright?” And Choso thinks he could cum right there and right now at the sight. If he wasn’t currently battling for his life, that is. 

“Yeah, s’jus’- what I wanted hah- was to…” His hands sneak down, cupping your heated pussy through your drenched panties. “-taste her. ”

“Oh?”

“Are y’gonna teach me how?”

Oh. Fuck.

You know you’re fucked. Completely and utterly fucked.

Only moments later, Choso’s wrestling you back onto the mattress, face-to-face with your sloppy pussy. So mean with the way he was pinning your hips down with one hand, all but ripping your panties off with the other. 

You feel his piercing before his tongue. Both the hot and cold so maddening on your cunt as Choso licks long, lazy stripes up your puffy folds - dragging his hot tongue all the way from your base. Just grazing your swollen clit. 

“Teach me- fuck fuck-” words muffled and slurring together, vibrations going straight to your pussy. “Use me. Use me how you want.”

You’re threading your fingers through his dark locks before you even realize it, grinding your sloppy cunt all over his waiting mouth. “Quirk your tongue like- ngh-” Angling him close enough so he bullies his soft tongue into your tight pussy. Piercing massaging all the right places. “Fuck-”

“Like this?”

“Sh-shit,” you gasp, nodding deliriously. “S’too ngh- good.”

And by God, did you mean it. 

“Yeah? Y’like this?” he’s groaning, wrapping his lips around your swollen clit. “Can feel you clenching around me. Shit shit shit, you love this, huh? So slutty on camera for it?” 

Getting wetter and wetter by the second as his tongue roams for that one-

“Oh! F-fuck, Cho. Right hngh- there. Deeper-”

Ah, found it.

Choso grins as you tug on his soft strands, you can feel it on your throbbing pussy. Pushing your legs all the way till they’re at your tits to hit that little spot each and every time. Again and again. Eyes glassy, torn between devouring that slutty expression on your face and how fucking drenched you were. 

“Shit, baby,” his words are so strained now, like his sanity was dancing away at each flick of his tongue. “You’re drooling everywhere. See? Show the camera now.”

You don’t have to look. Because you can feel it.

Can feel how wet his mouth is, just glistening with slick and saliva. Trailing all the way down his chin - to his wrist - only second to how sloppy your dripping cunt was. It was like he was getting messy on purpose, like a little reminder to himself that shit this was you and he was eating out your pretty cunt to insanity-

“Oh my god, think m’hooked.” Tongue dragging all over your swollen folds, catching on his piercing. “Think your pretty lil’ pussy’s hah- driving me crazy. Ruined me, Fuck-”

And it’s so embarrassing how he’s talking you through it, grinning at every lil’ whine and whimper that leaves your mouth. You were acting all shy right now in a way that makes Choso’s cock twitch so painfully. He barely even notices, though, with the way he was so drunk off your pussy. 

So messy - unable to decide between rolling his tongue over your ravaged clit and dipping into your sloppy hole. Too much. In and out in and-

“Faster.”

He goes faster. 

“H-harder.”

He goes harder.

Anything and everything for you - to keep those pretty moans falling from your lips, walls getting tighter and tighter around his tongue. And Choso might just consider himself a man addicted.

“Can you ngh- cum f’me, baby?” You flinch as he spits out the words into your cunt. Harsh. Fucked-out. Sounding just as delirious and breathless as you. “Cum f’me please. Wan’ to taste y’on my tongue. Please. Fuck- need it so bad. So bad.”

You’re so caught up in Choso’s pussydrunk little babbles that you barely even realize when you’re cumming. Just that you’re letting out a strangled scream of his name, dragging your sloppy pussy all over his mouth. 

And he has never seemed more blissed out. Long gone is that nervous little expression usually on his face around you, Choso looked like he could be suffocated in-between your legs right now and love it. Hope for it, even.

He tells you that, of course. As soon as you’re blinking back your vision, blood still roaring in your ears. Delicate strings of slick snapping where he parts from your quivering cunt, lips swollen and glossed so prettily with your sweet sweet juices. 

“Baby, y’think the video of lesson one came out good?”

Oh. Shit, what have you done?

---

That certainly wasn’t the last time you saw Choso - or the last time you had him in front of a camera, either.

A few weeks later, you found yourself with an entire album for the man - a hidden treasure trove under the simple name of “Cho <3”. Most of the videos favorited, all sorted so tediously in a way that showed you spent an obscene amount of time looking at all the ways he ruined you. 

So filthy on camera that you always wondered whether it was the same person in the sheets and in class, texting Choso for later. Just to confirm. 

But embarrassingly, only some of these videos made their way onto your Twitter account - with Choso’s pretty face largely out of the frame. The two of you hadn’t ventured into streams yet either, opting to hide him away. Because, okay, maybe you were slightly jealous of other people seeing him - but it was really hard not to be when he looked like that.

In spite of all that, you’d still gained a casual hundred thousand more followers since his appearance - ones who always commented on your solo streams asking where your “hot emo bf” was.

Comments you’d pointedly ignore, because, hell, you wished he was here on-stream helping you get off, too. Yet despite the endless flirting and videos, Choso actually hadn’t made it further than actually holding a full conversation with you. And you wanted more. 

For all you know, you might just be one of his many trysts - and it was just for the videos, right? You get the content, he gets the experience? A win-win situation, so why have you never felt more like such a loser?

Such a loser the way you’ve already lost count of the “lessons” but still haven’t gotten to feel him - to fuck him the way you wanted just yet. 

“S’alright if I take this, right, ma’am?” He smirks during one such session, knuckle-deep in your dripping cunt. Dangling your drenched panties like a badge of honor, flimsy and soaked with your sweet sweet juices. “S’alright if I-” And he can’t even finish the sentence. Your jaw drops as Choso raises the thin fabric to his face, breathing in your essence like a man possessed. 

Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzzt-

“You’re so filthy, Cho-” you manage to choke out once you find your voice. Squirming on his bed like such a slut for him. “Was the innocent thing just an act?”

“Nope.” he pops the p, licking lewd little circles on your neck, thumbing open your puffy folds to watch in amazement at the way you glisten and clamp around his fingers. Eyes flickering briefly to the recording phone in his hand. “But we gotta give ‘em a good show, huh?”

Right, you’d forgotten about the camera. But none of that matters anyway because-

Intensity setting 2.

“You’re so mean, too.”

“Am I?” he grins, teeth grazing along your racing pulse. “I think you taught that to me, baby. Shit, lesson 8 it was?”

God, he was addictive.

Choso’s having way too much fun playing around with the intensity setting of the bullet vibrator shoved inside your ravaged cunt. Sending quick, methodical vibrations all along your pulsing clit. In time with the breathless moans leaving your kiss-bitten lips, and it’s all you can to call out for- more? Mercy? Both? 

Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzzt-

“God, you’re so perfect. Shit, so messy f’me.” he groans, and you could tell that the video wasn’t going to be uploaded anyway. Too shaky, focusing in and out of Choso’s fingers. Knuckle-deep and pumping in and out of your filthy hole. Relentless. “Almost makes me wanna show off to an actual audience.”

“Maybe I want to, too.” you muse, shifting at his heated gaze. Dangerously pressing your thumb over those nipple piercings you’ve gotten to know so well lately - as if to support your point. God you wish he’d take off that snug shirt.

Intensity setting 3.

“That so?”

And no matter how many times Choso’s ruined you on camera - and watched the videos over and over afterwards - he always thought they weren’t enough to capture your perfection. 

“Such a slut f’me, baby.” To capture the exact moment in which your wet lips fall into a soft little oh! when he massages your walls in time with the pulsing vibrator. To capture that absolutely sinfully excited little glint in your eyes as he ruts his clothed erection against your pussy. “Y’always this dirty?” Quickly turning into a look of slight panic at the sudden jingle of keys from the front door. 

“Yo, brat. Where the fuck are ya?”

Ah, there he was, the reason that Choso usually locked his bedroom door whenever you were over, even if he was home alone. 

Intensity setting 4.

As the silence continues, so does Choso’s abuse on your cunt. In fact, he only gets more erratic - like he wanted you to cum. Needed you to cum right now, right here in front of Sukuna, footsteps only growing louder. Nearer.

“Cho-” you fight to get out the words. “He’s hah-.”

Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzzt-

“Can’t speak? That’s cute.” he coos, voice way too relaxed for someone whose mind was reeling with the realization that he couldn’t remember if he locked the door this time, and how adorable you sounded. Enough so that it made some raw, primal part of him wanna pull down his pants and fuck you right here right now. Cockblocks and his own virginity be damned. “C’mon now, use your words like a good girl. Tell the camera.”

Cocky bastard.

Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzzt-

“Close!” you yelp, unsure of whether you were talking about yourself or the looming Sukuna. Jaw slack, tears springing into your ears as you look up at Choso. “So close.”

God, you were addictive. And this video was definitely going in both your favorites.

“Mhm,” he hums, movements getting hastier. More desperate. “I know, ma’am.”

Intensity setting 5.

That’s all that it takes for you to cum, letting out a loud strangled moan of Choso’s name. Or, you would’ve - if it hadn’t been for the way he’s shoving two, thick fingers into your mouth.

Silencing you - and in your hazy brain you think that if this was his way of shutting you up, then you really didn’t mind. Because all you could taste was you and the cold, cold metal of his rings. Somewhat intoxicating.

“Shhhhhh.” he’s breathing out, still mindlessly grinding his hips into yours. Though, you realize with a pang that today won’t be the day you get to feel that achingly hard erection straining his pants. “These pretty moans aren’t for him, hm?”

Pressing on the back of your tongue, smirking at the way you nod tearily up at him, moans still muffled. Hell, do you even know how sexy you’re being right now.

“Mhm, all f’me. All for fuckin’ me.”

Knock! Knock! Knock! 

“Why the fuck are you locked up in here on a Saturday night?” Sukuna sounds impatient, but not surprised. Probably imagining all sorts of dorky things his nephew was doing to hole himself up in his room. “Come out n’ get this takeout- what’s left of it anyways.”

And with that, it’s like the magic is over.

Your high only just bating before Choso’s hurriedly ending the recording on a hazy still of your disappointed pout, cursing Sukuna for his impeccable timing. 

Slightly concerned about the door being broken down and someone else seeing you in all your fucked-out glory, he hastily moves to grab the spare cloth by his bedside. Cleaning you up with hushed promises of “sending the recording later”, and “s’alright, he’ll be gone soon.”

Close. You were so close.

A win-win situation - but you’ve never felt like more of a loser.

---

“By God, I never thought he’d get the balls to do it.”

You yelp in surprise at the deep voice from behind you, whirling with a defiant brandish of Choso’s (your?) keys. He’d given them to you a few lessons ago, saying it would make it easier for you to come and go from his apartment as you pleased. Which - to you - felt dangerously like something a boyfriend would say-

But that wasn’t important right now.

What was important was the older man suddenly towering over you right outside Choso’s front door. Big arms crossed over his chest, that leering smirk clashing with his pink hair. “I knew it was odd that brat had a pair of heels by the door.”

Shit. Sukuna.

Ryomen awfully-wingman-his-nephew Sukuna.

“Spill.” At your confused head tilt, he plows on. “Spill the tea. I need new blackmail on my lil’ nephew. How badly did he have to beg you to go out with him?”

You don’t know what was more bizarre - what he was saying or the way he actually pulls out his Notes app as if hanging on to your every word. 

“I-It’s because of you.” you manage to choke out, unsure of what Choso has told his family about you.  Eyes flitting between him and the door right behind you, sounding your very best not to sound just as guilty as you felt. “You’re the reason we have this weird…thing.”

A beat of silence passes. One. Two. 

And just as you’re beginning to wonder whether you’ve broken Choso’s infamous uncle, he throws his head back and laughs. Laughs, right in your face, sounding like he’d just heard the funniest punchline in the world. 

“Oh that’s hilarious.” he exclaims, wiping a mock tear. Cackles dying down as if he was suddenly aware that maybe Choso would hear and walk in on this impromptu interrogation. “Damn, that awful pick-up line is why you started fuckin’? I thought it’d get that sap blocked so he’d stop stalking your account so much.”

“No, we…” you hesitate, mind reeling with what Sukuna just admitted, and how bad it would really be that you’re divulging your sex life to a relative of the guy you’re fucking. Before thinking fuck it, might as well confide in someone. “...we’re just doing stuff for-” putting up air quotes. “-content.”

“Just content?”

“Just content.”

“And you like that fool?”

Your face burns at how glaringly obvious it apparently was, “...Yes.”

This seemingly sets Sukuna off on another wave of uncontrollable laughter. “Ohh, thanks for the blackmail on that emotionally-constipated brat.” Typing away on what you assume to be his Notes, he promptly turns to walk away, “See ya around, doll.”

“Wait!” you call after in confusion, making him stop and raise a brow. “Aren’t you supposed to like- I don’t know, give me advice for your nephew or something - like a good uncle?”

Scoffing, “Who said I was a good uncle?” He leans in ever-so-slightly, “Jus’ rock his world on camera or somethin’ n’ ask him out right in the middle.” Satisfied with being enough of a decent samaritan for today, he walks back with a half-wave, “He’d listen to whatever you say anyway.”

Oh. Is that so?

And Sukuna probably meant it as some joke. Something to tease the both of you with - but it’s something that sets the gears going off inside your head. Something that had you ignoring Sukuna’s slightly panicked, “Jus’ not too soon, I needa bully him with this first.”

---

You didn’t listen to Sukuna’s little plea, of course. Because only a few days later you’d steeled yourself to finally send that one text you knew would change your relationship with Choso. For the good, hopefully. 

You: 9pm my place. Get ready, cuz this time we’re gonna be live ;)

Cho <3: :0 

And with that, you’d thrown your phone on the bed, jittery about later tonight. Browsing through your wardrobe for that one set of barely-there lingerie in his favorite shade of pink. Hey, you could never be too prepared, right?

Nothing could’ve prepared Choso for this moment - absolutely nothing at all. 

He might’ve just died and gone to heaven the very moment he read that dangerous text - finally inviting him to join one of your streams. The ones that he’d always watch in the safety of his bedroom, lights dimmed, pants bunched around his ankles. 

Cock just achingly hard in his fist while he wished he was with you behind the camera. Getting you off so much better than any sextoy would. Just forcing those pretty moans from your lips - and everyone else could see that. Wish it was them ruining you instead. 

Alas, it was only a dirty little fantasy. 

Until now, that is.

slvt4u: Holy shit boyfriend reveal, about time.

uniwhore: THIS is the hottie from Twitter????? 

itsgenslut: idfc just fuck

“Nervous?” you smirk, looking down at the man sprawled so prettily on your bed. “You look just as close to an aneurysm as you were the first time. Though-” snaking your hand down, “-this is still the same as ever.”

You chuckle at the way Choso catches your lips with his, more to shut up those pathetic little moans threatening to escape him than anything. Because every glance at you in that sinful little pink bra gave Choso a mini heart attack. 

“B-baby-” he gasps, grinding his clothed erection against your palms. “I wan- hah-”

“Mhm?”

And God how you’ve ruined Choso - run him so utterly dry of his sanity.

Because he’s angling your head down, piercing cold against your tongue. “Spit.”

It was like that first time had gotten him addicted. So you do - right into his waiting mouth. Jaw dropping at the way he tips his head back, back, back to let it slide so obscenely down his throat. Moaning at just a taste of you, “God, I need to f-fucking ruin you.”

And if there’s anything you’ve learned after all these months with Choso, it’s that anything he says - he does.

The words have barely left his mouth before he’s pulling your bra off, ripping your panties easily off your hips. Each and every little regret about what a shame it was thrown out the window at the first sight of your pretty pussy. 

It never gets old - and Choso could never get enough of the sinful sight - your cunt so sloppy and ready for him already. 

“Cho-” you whine as ringed fingertips coming up to circle your sloppy entrance. Cold. Stretching you to insanity. “S-stop teasing.”

“Yes, ma’am. But first-” shifting you around ever-so-slightly on top of him. “Gotta show off how wet y’are f’me.”

uniwhore: did he just call her “ma’am”?? Me when??

roses101: idk who i wanna be they’re both so fucking hot ugh

“Fuck, y’look so sexy from this angle. Wonder if the camera thinks so too?”

Your face slightly burns at how he was seemingly taking over your own stream. Smug bastard, you think, glancing down at Choso, red-faced, hair untied, wearing a sly grin as his eyes slide over the flurry of comments. But two can play that game. 

“Cho~” fumbling with the hem of his underwear, “You’ve been holding out on me.”

A gasp leaves you involuntarily as you tug down Choso’s boxers just enough for his throbbing cock to spring free, hitting his sculpted abdomen. Blushed your favorite shade of pink - to match your bra - so so angry and soaked in precum. 

He was so intimidatingly long - longer than any of those toys you usually brought on camera. Thick enough that it had you wondering, shit, would you even be able to take it?

“S’this a-alright?” and for all his previous confidence, Choso sounded self-conscious. Peeking at you through his long lashes.

You grin, pumping a hand up and down his swollen cock, letting his precum drip down your wrist. “S’perfect.”

“God- fuck, baby. Oh-” Choso lets out breathless little profanities as you straddle his waist, dragging his weeping tip down your swollen folds. So fucking filthy as you sink down in by fucking in. Slowly. “Too- much-”

Apparently too slow because no sooner have you just taken in his fat tip, squeezing and clenching around him, that Choso’s flipping the both of you over. 

“M’sorry.” he breathes into your mouth as your back hits the mattress. “M’sorry m’sorry, fuck- just can’t-” fingers immediately drawing frenzied little circles on your pulsing clit to take your mind off the dizzying stretch as he bullies his massive cock into your snug cunt. “Can’t wait can’t wait- waited too fucking long. Want this so badly-”

You felt too good. Too perfect around him. 

“Ah! Hngh- Cho, oh my god. Too- ngh-” you moan, as he starts grinding in shallow, mindless little movements just to fit himself inside. Pushing and pushing, you wondered if he even realized what he was doing.

Sounding like his sanity was dwindling away with each little thrust, “S’too big? You can take it. Fuck fuck fuck please. Need this.” Pressing all the way into your lungs. “How do you wan’ it- how do you wan’ me?”

Honestly, Choso didn’t even need to ask, because he just bottoms out - heavy balls smacking against your ass, cock swollen and throbbing inside you - that you think that you just wanted him to ruin you. 

“R-ruin?” his voice breaks as he repeats - more to himself than you. Oh, shit had you said that out loud? You’re speechless as Choso throws your legs over his shoulder, dragging his swollen lips lazily across your ankle. “Yes ma’am.”

Oh. You might as well have just signed off your will. 

Because then he’s fucking into your sloppy cunt. Unforgiving. A man starved because he was. Jagged, quick thrusts, splitting you apart deeper and deeper on his rock-hard cock. 

“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck-” he pants into your open mouth, finding it so fucking difficult to find any rhythm when your tight cunt was milking him so good. “You feel so good. So messy. Ya love it like this, huh? Being hngh- watched?”

“Hngh-” you buck wildly into his body, reaching up to play coyly with his nipple piercings. Tugging and pulling lightly. “Feels too good- are- ah- are ya sure this is your first time?”

Honestly, it was a wonder Choso didn’t cum right then and there. 

Tojisslvt: need someone to fuck me like this the first time

22sabi: Typing with one hand is so hard.

DaStrongest: i could fuck her so much better than than inexperienced loser

Choso throws his head back in a cruel little laugh at that last comment, something that makes you tingle all the way from your burning cheeks to your stuffed cunt. Clamping down deliciously on Choso’s unforgiving cock in a way that makes his hips and fingers stutter. 

“Ya think you could fuck her better?” it takes you a second to realize he was talking to the camera and not you. Thrusts getting sloppier, getting familiar. “I’m the one that got her so messy like this.” Purposeful. Calculated. Like he was aiming for that one-

“Fuck!” you scream as he hits that magic spot. Once. And then over and over like a man possessed. Just so utterly ruining you the way you knew he could. “Cho oh my god- I can’t hah- ngh-”

The cold metal of Choso’s rings dig into your cheek softly as he turns you head to face him. God, this was the stuff of his wildest dreams.

You - teary eyed and looking up at him like such a slut. Pussy getting wetter - tighter - as he teases you in front of the camera. Torn between running away from his relentless cock and bucking up for more more more-

 “Fuck no no no- Keep your legs open, baby. Don’t hah- run away from me.” his fingers dig into your hips, pulling you impossibly closer. “Don’t- need this. Need this so ba- shit.” 

And he sounded so genuinely worried he’d lose the feeling of your heady cunt. Fingers bruising on your hips as he pulls you closer. Like he was trying to fuck out any and every shred of shyness out of your body. 

slvt4u: Always the quiet ones.

DaStrongest: heh, fuck off. i’d make her cum so much harder.

Now, Choso was fucking you like he had a point to prove, and it was probably the only reason he hadn’t passed out from how good your pussy felt wrapped around him. 

Both of you were barely-lucid at this point - and he was out of control now.

Pussy drunk thoughts unfiltered, “No one’s ever d-done this- got me hah- feeling like this.” And you had the distinct feeling he just beat you to your original goal, letting out sweet little babbles into your open mouth - though his hips were anything but. 

So hard that you were sure the creases of your sheets would leave marks for tomorrow - along with his balls on your ass, your ankles on his shoulders, lips searing against yours. It was like he wanted to prove something - to prove he was good enough to- the viewers? To you? 

Knowing your body well enough to hit that one spot over and over until you were sobbing. Fingers erratic on your clit. 

“Cho-” you squeal, tears springing to your eyes as he only gets sloppier. “I-I’m gonna-”

“Cum?” he breathes, as if he couldn’t believe it. And fuck if you weren’t the gates of heaven spread wide open for him then he didn’t know what was. “Fucking cum. Please please- hah- f’me. Cum on m’cock n’ make them jealous. F’me- Like you’re mine.”

You barely even realize when you are. Jaw slack, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you see stars behind your eyes, blood roaring in your ears. God, he was gonna have to go home and rewatch this stream all over again. 

“Ngh- m’cumming m’cumming oh-”

Not even realizing the way you’re dragging your nails down Choso’s sculpted back. Marking up his milky skin - and he lets you. 

Loved it in fact- the way he loved you. 

Your eyes go wide, and Choso knows he’s fucked up. Realizing with a jolt that words were tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them. But it’s the way you squeeze him tighter- giving him such a gorgeous little fucked-out smile that sends him over the edge.

Sharp canines digging into the crook of your neck like he wanted to break skin, holding himself back from breaking you while he cums and cums so hard it hurt. Over and over-

“Love you- love you love you love you-” he’s muttering into the skin, unbarred. “Since I first saw hah- you. Wanted this more than fuck fuck- air that I breathe.”

His seed was oozing out of you now, painting your ravaged pussy white, dribbling down your legs.  So fucking full and debauched. Thick, hot globs that were sure to stain those overpriced new sheets. But did Choso care for the mess? Not at all. 

Because you were holding him so impossibly tight, pushing away the strands of hair sticking to his forehead. Whispering little praises as he fucks you through his first time. Close. Warm. Everything he ever dreamed of.

“S’everything I ever dreamed of, too, Cho.”

And he knows he’s won. 

urfavslvt: Proudest nut. Want more.

uniwhore: does this mean couples content??? Pls say yes plsplspls

DaStrongest: invite me next time <3

“Thought you were embarrassed.” he licks soothingly over the bite. Voice shot, piercing smooth against his tongue. Embarrassing little confessions leaving him with each spark of electricity running through his veins. “Thought you didn’t stream w’me cuz of that- but shit. Dreamed of this f’so long. So long-”

Oh?

“Hey, Cho.” your voice rings through his hazy mind. Just enough for Choso to raise his head and meet your intoxicating, sultry gaze. Giving a sly, sidelong glance at the still-blinking camera. 

“Mhm?”

“Wanna film a week’s worth of ‘movies’ in advance?”

---

Sukuna (do not answer): Oi shitty nephew, where r u Jin made me come over with (half) leftovers.

You: Sorry, not home. At the movies rn.

Sukuna (do not answer): When tf do u go to movies?? 

You: Since now, on a date. You probably can’t relate.

Sukuna (do not answer): Stfu n’ stop lying, a date with who? Ur body pillow?? Not like u had the balls to ask out that pretty lil’ camgirl anyway.

Haha

Right? 

You: *girlfriend

Sukuna (do not answer): Huh?

You: Girlfriend.

Sukuna (do not answer): THE FUCKIN’ PICK-UP LINE WORKED??

A/N. This came out a LOT longer than expected. 

Plagiarism not authorized.