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mrsriddlenott · 8 months ago

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~Teach Me, Please~

Bsf!JJ Maybank x Innocent!Reader

Warnings: oral(m&f receiving), bit of a handjob, praise kink, spit kink, innocent reader but she’s lowkey in control, reader kinda gets bullied in the beginning but not directly. Not proofread.

{masterlist} • {PART TWO)

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“She’s like their little sister,” you heard the kook girl you didn’t recognize laugh as she spoke about you, “She follows them around like a groupie, JJ most of all. It’s like she doesn’t know what to do with what she has. I would be flirting non-stop if I were with him as much as she is. JJ is absolutely delicious.”

“I think they’ll always be just friends,” her equally annoying friend giggles, the pair clearly not noticing you behind them or simply not caring, “I mean, look at how innocent she is, I doubt she would know how to please him if she had the chance. She has literally never had a boyfriend, she probably has never given head in her life, and JJ gets around a lot; he has plenty of better options. Hell, he probably doesn’t pay enough attention to even notice her raging crush on him anyway. You should definitely go for it tonight, I’ve heard he’s good.”

You huffed, stomping off back towards the couch you had left JJ on. What annoyed you the most wasn’t the shit talking, you knew people talked, especially kooks who somehow had nothing better to do. What hurt was the accuracy. Despite being the same age as your fellow Pogues and knowing JJ and JB since the third grade, you were still very much innocent. Especially when compared to your ragtag group of friends.

You knew they didn’t mind; they all loved you no matter what. Kie helped you as much as she could, but it was pointless; you just didn’t know how to be as laid back as they were. You had fun and loved to party as much as they did, but you still preferred a nice night in with a movie. And while part of you used to worry you held them back, they made sure you knew you could always come to them. So when you saw JJ wave you back over with a questioning look in his eyes, you knew you could ask him to help you with anything.

And your crush on him had totally and absolutely nothing to do with that decision.

“Will you teach me how to give a blowjob?” You blurt out, dropping onto the couch in front of JJ’s outstretched arm as though everything was normal. He gagged on the gulp of beer he’d just taken before looking to you with wide eyes, trying to decipher if he had heard you properly.

“What’d you jus’ say?” His voice was breathless as he wiped his face of spilled beer, your eyes tracing the droplets that escaped down his neck.

“I want you to teach me how to give good head.” You stated, stretching the words to make your intentions clear. You watched JJ’s eyes bounce between your eyes and lips, the gears in his brain working overtime to decide if you were joking or not.

“Like- uh.” JJ starts, his voice strained while he needlessly wipes his mouth again, spreading his legs on the coach and making room for himself and letting his knee touch yours, “Like on what though.” He arches his eyebrow to look at you, not wanting to be presumptuous but wanting nothing more than to help you directly.

JJ would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about you like that a million times. He wanted you, he just never admitted it out loud because he thought you deserved better. He messed around and acted out while you and John B cleaned up after him, but over the years, he started to notice a distinct difference in his feelings for John B compared to those he had for you. However, he decided long ago he wouldn’t act on any of them unless you did first; he couldn’t risk ruining you because you were just so good.

“On you, Jay, come on, don’t make me feel weird about it.” The whining tone of your voice makes JJ bite his lip, unsure if this is ethical. JB would surely frown upon this, and Kie would probably kill him for corrupting you. But he was having a hard time fighting the urge now as you looked up to him with pleading eyes.

“Well, I don’t wanna take advantage of you or anything, y’know?” He stutters over his words slightly as he fumbles to find anything to say, making you giggle in that way he loves so much. You had never once seen JJ flustered or worried about a girl asking to suck him off and you honestly couldn’t believe it was you who got that honor.

“But I asked you to show me, I want you to teach me.” You beg him, turning your body on the couch to face him fully, placing a hand on his exposed bicep.

And his resolve snapped.

He tossed his half-full beer can aside as he stood, not caring where it landed. His hand took your own hand, gently but assertively pulling you up with him. He held onto you tightly, not wanting to lose you while weaving through the crowd in the Chateau, making his way to the bedroom he had made his. You caught sight of the first kook girl in passing, noticing the way she tried to catch JJ’s eyes, only to be ignored. Her face contorted in surprise and disgust while you laughed softly before JJ was yanking you into his room and locking the door behind you both.

“C’mere,” JJ instructed, waving two fingers towards him. When you turn to him, he’s facing away from you, grabbing a pillow from the top of his bed and tossing it on the floor at his feet. The bed creeks from his weight flopping onto it, manspreading while watching your slightly shocked and confused face, unable to hide his smile. “Come on, y’wanna learn or not?”

Your legs carry you to him, anxiously messing with the hem of your dress now that you can make out the bulge in his shorts. “Are you sure you want to do this?” His voice draws your gaze back to his and you can see the excitement whirling behind his blue eyes dropping you to your knees carefully, leaning into the comfort of his pillow.

“Thanks for the pillow,” You whisper, locking eyes with him from between his legs, “I didn’t know guys did that, I’ve never seen it in the porn I watch.”

“You watch porn?! Oh my god this keeps gettin’ better.” JJ groans with a smile, knocking his head back and letting you watch his adam’s apple bob, “I’ve never done it before, I just didn’t want you to bruise your knees.”

“Good to know I’m special.” You laugh awkwardly, wiggling with excited and nervous energy where you leant before him. He released an airy laugh above you, looking down at you again, his pupils dilated.

“You have no idea,” JJ’s voice was breathless and his words caught in his throat slightly, “Do you wanna get started on our lesson Princess?” JJ asked teasingly, running his fingers down your warm cheek, stopping to lift your head up by your chin. You nodded, shell shocked as you stare up at him unable to force your mouth to form words.

“I need you to tell me,” He whispered, leaning forward slowly until his lips ghost against yours, “If I’m going to finally corrupt you I need you to ask Cupcake.” Your eyes fluttered shut, taking in his scent as your heart rapped against your ribcage.

“I want you Jay….T-to teach me, please.” Your eyes flick open just in time to catch a wicked grin spread across his face before your cheeks were cupped in his warm palms, tugging your lips into his in a heated kiss. Your sighs mingle together, finally exploring what you both silently desired for so long. His tongue danced across your bottom lip asking for entrance as you gasped letting his tongue fight yours, forcing a moan from you that vibrated against his lips. He pulled away slowly, spit connecting you for a second before you’re licking your lips subconsciously. JJ observes your furrowed eyebrows and the redness flooding over your skin as your eyes stay closed in obvious pleasure.

“Still with me Gorgeous?” JJ asks, tapping your cheeks lightly, smiling excitedly as he watches you look up at him. His painfully hard erection rubbed against the zipper of his shorts as he adjusts his hips. Leaning back and resting his weight on his forearms, his crotch looming in front of you, your wide eyes telling him you have no clue how to start this. “Put your hands on my knees,” He instructs, shivering under your touch when you listen immediately, your cool hands resting against his steadily warming skin, “Good girl, now I want you to slowly move them up, like you’re not sure you want to take my pants off yet, tease me y’know?”

Your breath hitches at his praise, and he notices. You whimper as you try and follow his instructions drifting your hands across his broad thighs and letting your fingers tease under the fabric of his shorts, “You like being my good girl don’t you?” He asks, his voice teasing only slightly, his breathy voice making your thighs clench, rubbing them together desperate for friction.

“Yes, I do,” His eyes immediately catch onto the movement of your thighs, biting his lip while he watches you wiggle in front of him. He twitches in his shorts at the thought of you getting off to his pleasure, moaning loudly when he takes your hand in his pressing your palm directly into his bulge. Using his larger hand to move yours to perfectly cup around him and uses your palm moving it against his shaft as he swallows, desperately trying to collect himself.

“K-keep doing that until you’re ready,” He sighs, letting you continue at your own pace, moving his hand up to your hair to fix it, not wanting it to fall into your face as he watched your features for signs of distress, “When you want to unbuckle my belt and-“ He gasps cutting off his sentence when your fingers immediately jump to hastily undo his belt. Your shaking hands struggle for a few awkward seconds before you’re tugging his shorts down his thighs exposing his black boxers. JJ lifts his hips to let you discard his shorts fully, tossing them aside as you stare into his eyes triumphantly, “Good girl.”

Your wide smile as your hands tease their way back up his naked thighs just as he taught you has him reeling, practically shaking with excitement. “You like being praised, don’t you Mama?” He asks, tugging his lip between his teeth when your fingers find his cock again. He tugs your hand upward, moaning when he presses your hand into his tip, stopping your movements entirely until you respond.

“Yes Jay.” You whine, your tone impatient as you wiggle your hand under his, making him release a breathy moan laced with a laugh as he releases your hand, letting it continue it’s excited exploration of him. Your free hand started to sneak it’s way up his body, making him jolt forward as your cold hand found it’s way into his shirt.

“Who do you wanna learn this for?” JJ blurts out, not entirely wanting to hear the answer as he tugs his shirt over his head impatiently. Closing his eyes as your nails dig their way back down his chest, part of him wondering how you knew he’d like that.

“Myself.” JJ feels the smile grow back on his face, relief flooding his body as he opens his eyes, locking onto your wide gaze looking up to him expectantly. You want his instructions, and he wants to draw this out.

“So there’s no one in that precious mind of yours right now?” He asks, letting his eyes fall down your face, gazing at your wet lips before eyeing your cleavage and wiggling hips. Trying to suppress that part of him that wants you to stay here like this forever.

“Well,” You giggle, palming him through his boxers just over his tip, loving the way his head falls back with a moan when you apply more pressure, “Right now I have you on my mind Jay.”

“Fuck, you have no idea what that does to me,” He smiles towards the ceiling, imagining all the times he came in his hand to this exact scenario, “I thought you were too good for me, why’d ya ask me?”

“Some girls at the party were talking about me, calling me your groupie and saying I wouldn’t know what to do with you if you ever gave me the chance, and I really wanted a chance.” You sigh, drifting your hand down his toned abs to tease the elastic of his underwear, letting it snap against his skin as your excited eyes find his again.

“Oh Princess,” he cooed caressing your cheek, “You have always had the chance. You were the first girl I ever imagined doing this for me.” His eyes went wide when he realized what he had said, almost backtracking before you interrupted him to speak.

“Good, because I can’t imagine anyone else teaching me, I trust you, I want it to be you.” You state simply, locking your eyes in his gaze and taking not of the hitch in his breath. In a spurt of confidence you’re tugging his boxers down his thighs, eyeing his thick, throbbing cock as it bounces free, eyes meeting his again in a beg, “Tell me what to do Jay.”

“First give the tip a kiss Baby,” You do as your told, touching your lips against his hot, red tip as it leaks precum onto your lips, “Mmm, fuck now get your tongue nice and wet and lick up the middle, when it feels right slide my tip against your tongue n’suck on it like those Cherry suckers you’re always begin’ me for.”

You laugh, suddenly feeling more and more confident as you watch him come undone above you. “Is that what you want Jay? Or are you goin’ easy on me?”

“If you think you can take me in one go do it Princess, but don’t think I’m pressuring you,” He sighed, watching your tongue wet the side of his pulsing cock, “I want you to go at the pace you’re comfortable with.”

You smile up at him as you separate from him, letting spit coat your tongue before moving to lick up the prominent vein popping out of the other side of his cock. He groans above you, subconsciously moving his hips closer to your mouth in uncontrollable excitement. As your lips caress against his red, leaking tip you slowly let spit drip from your lips onto him, watching as it drips down him and pools in the bit of trimmed hair at his base. His eyes pop from his head when you bring your hand up to spread your saliva over him, pumping your hand slowly and twisting it like you’d seen in videos. You watched his furrowed eyebrows, buying yourself time to work up enough spit in your mouth to take him fully. His lips tug into his teeth as his hips stutter upward into your hand.

“Where did you learn to do that?” JJ gasps, stuttering and twitching in your wet hand.

“Porn.” Your sickly sweet voice has him moaning and tugging at your hair, forcing you’re eyes up to his.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” He states before slamming his lips into yours, moving you back by your hair wrapped around his fist. You gape up at him wide mouthed, your hand speeding up when his eyes bounce between your open, drooling mouth and your blown out eyes as though asking for permission. You nod your head to him, not sure what he wanted to do but okay with it nonetheless. His free hand jumped to your chin, tugging your mouth open wider before leaning down and spitting directly onto your tongue. Rolling your eyes into the back of your head as you moan you shiver in front of him at the feeling of his spit mixing with yours, unknowingly helping you in your previous goal.

JJ chuckles at your reaction, moaning slightly when your hand speeds up again. You savior the feeling of his spit in your mouth for a second, your eyes latching onto his as you smile wickedly. JJ only takes a second’s pause before his eyed widen watching your mouth dip lower, his fingers subconsciously tightening in your hair, moving his other to grip the bed and ground himself. Breath fills your lungs from your nose, prepping yourself before teasing his tip with your tongue for only a second before you slowly slide him into your mouth. His hips jolt forward subconsciously, shuddering breathlessly when your eyes meet his over your lashes again. JJ curses under his breath, watching you take almost every inch of him in one go, sliding your head down his shaft, resting your hand at his base when you can’t fit anymore.

JJ moans loudly when you swallow around him, jerking his hips into you desperately trying to control himself, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you cut him off quickly, shoving your head as far down as you can go, feeling his tip twitching in the back of your throat as you gag around him. You pop your head up, dragging your tongue against the underside of his shaft, moaning at his taste and sending vibrations through him. You suckle on his tip, preparing yourself as you gasp for breath around him. You start to bob your head up and down him, swirling your tongue as you go dropping low enough to feel his pubes tickle your cheeks, his hands moving to the back of your head to tug your hair into his fingers.

“You’re a natural,” JJ sighs, “Feel like imma cum already Gorgeous, fuck.” Gazing up at him you watch his eyes try and stay open, try to maintain eye contact until they flutter shut when the tip of your tongue grazes his ballsack unintentionally. JJ subconsciously pushes your head down, pulling a moan from you as he groans into his bitten lip, hooded eyes watching you intently now as he tugs you off of him with a pop. His hand stays in your hair, his eyes watching the way your spit dribbles down your chin, mixing with your lipstick and contrasting the black mascara running down you cheeks.

“I want you to try something, but only if you’re comfortable okay?” You nod to him desperately, ignoring the fact that your hair’s probably a mess in his hand, “Flatten out your tongue f’me,” His voice was demanding but soft still, a side of him you had never seen before beginning to come forward, “Yea, good girl just like that,” He says as he watches you stick your tongue out for him, spit dripping down the middle and directly onto is erect cock, ��Now lean down and suck on my balls Sweetheart.” Your eyes went wide watching how he bobbed infront of your face. “If you don’t want to that-“

A shiver runs down his spine and directly into his rock hard cock when your warm tongue drags against his heavy sack before you suck one into your mouth, his hand tugs into your hair harder instinctively as he shudders. His shaft twitches against your face, your tongue swirlly against his salty flesh, tugging off him with a pop. You look up to him, makeup dyed spit dripping off your chin and down your chest, “Like that?”

“Yes yes just like that,” He gasps, desperation laced in his tone, immediately making you drop your head back. Sucking his other tight ball into your mouth, swirling your tongue while he shakes you slowly move your hand that was supporting your weight on his knee under your dress, circling your clothed clit with two fingers. Moaning around him as your eyes flutter shut feeling the wet patch seeping through your underwear.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” JJ growls when he catches your hands movement, his hand caress your face gently contrasting his hard tone. Despite wanting to listen your eyes stay shut as you speed up your fingers movement, “Thought you said you liked being a good girl, now listen to me.”

Letting your eyes flicker open you feel your cheeks heating up even more when you catch his gaze. His blue eyes only egg you on further, your fingers speeding up subconsciously while he stares at you with a smile. Breathing through your nose you continue your mouths exploration of him, popping your mouth off of his flesh only to immediately suck his tip into your mouth again. JJ’s hand tugs your hair into a ponytail as you bob your mouth on him, his tip hitting your throat each time making you gag and moan on him. The vibrations of your noises make his hips jolt uncontrollably, his body and dick twitching together as your spit pools on his groin and slips down his thighs.

He releases a loud needy groan when you force your mouth off him, his hand falling from your hair and clutching the blanket below him, mumbling incoherently while trying to ask why you stopped. He whines loudly gasping and gripping the bed so hard his knuckles turn white when you drag your wet tongue from the middle of his ballsack directly to his tip. Moaning when he twitched against your face, sucking him into your mouth while you eye his adam’s apple bobbing. Sensing he was close you stop your fingers with a whine around him, moving in order to move your hands to support yourself on his knees as you suck your cheeks in. You drag your mouth down his shaft and JJ whimpers, shoving his hand into your hair and tugging as he cums down your throat, filling your mouth as you moan.

“Fuck I’m so sorry, I didn’t have time to warn you, do you need’ta spit?” He asks, trying to ignore the tingle running down his spine at the sight of his cum dribbling past your lips.

“It’s okay,” You state simply licking your lips clean, the sweet tone in your voice not changing despite the more than inappropriate circumstances, “Your cum tastes so good Jay, look I swallowed it already.” You stick your tongue out to him, showing what little residue remains as he groans above you again.

“If you need anymore lessons, you can always, and i mean always, come to Papa Jay.” His breathless voice makes you laugh as you hop up to sit next to him on the bed.

“Do you wanna take my virginity too.” The burst of confidence making him cum gave you almost wears off at the look of shock that grows onto JJ’s face.

“Damn Mama, you are so fucking bold tonight, you have no clue how many times I have imagined you asking me that.” He smiles at you, his large ring clad hand gripping your thigh as it sits beside him, “Wanna tell me how long you have been fantasizing about your best friend poppin’ your cherry?”

“Forever.”

“Mmmhmm, that’s what I wanted to hear.” JJ groans, pulling your thighs apart and shoving you backwards letting your dress ride up. He rolls over you, settling over you where you lay on his bed, framing your face with his arms. “I think it’s your turn right now though don’t you?” Shivers run down your spine at his tone, subconsciously trying to rub your thighs together earning a teasing laugh from JJ. You brace yourself on his waste, tugging him closer to you as his lips crash into yours, tongues immediately starting to fight for dominance only for him to win with a groan.

“We should save your first time until there’s not a dozen people right outside the door.” Lowering his voice to a whisper as he lightly digs his hips into you, “And I think we need to have a conversation before we….move forward.” Letting his lips graze your neck as he keeps going he smiles at your gasps of appreciation, “But don’t think I don’t really, really want to right now.”

JJ’s teeth tug at the spaghetti strap string of your dress as he crawls lower down your body, letting it snap back against your skin with a sigh, “You’re so fucking gorgeous, so perfect I can’t even look at you sometimes.” The warm feeling of his tongue against your collar bone has you bucking against him desperately, hissing when his teeth nip at the exposed flesh of your breast.

“I love when you wear this dress,” JJ moans against your skin, his head falling low enough to push his face into your chest for a few seconds, wiggling it around dramatically, making you laugh before be continues his decent, “I don’t wanna take it off.” He groans, biting at your flesh through the fabric.

“Then don’t.” You say breathlessly, smiling down to him as you tangle your fingers into his hair. He smiles back to you, quickly pushing himself down the bed the rest of the way so he was face to face with your exposed thighs. With a quick flick of his wrists he flips the hem of your dress up, exposing your damp matching underwear.

“You matched your underwear to your outfit? That’s so cute.” JJ groans, dipping his head to bite at the flesh of your thigh as his hands slowly work their way up your thighs. He pulls back, watching intently as he slips his fingers past the lace hem of your underwear, tugging them down as you lift your hips to help. You watch him as he tosses your underwear behind him, his eyes meeting yours for a second seeking consent as he shoves your thighs further apart, putting you completely on display for him. JJ licks his lips as he eyes you, moving his hands slowly under and around your thighs resting them on his shoulders before shoving your hips down with his large palms. He groans loudly as he bites into the flesh of your thigh beside him, slowly licking his way to your center and leaving a wet trail behind.

His hands hold your hips down hard as they jolt upward with your moan and laughs into you happily. Eyeing the way your head falls back, your chest rising and fallen he quickly speeds up his tongues pursuit of your clit. Watching you as one hand hangs above your head and the other plays with his hair, JJ can’t think of anything that looks better.

“Oh my god,” You yell, the feeling of his tongue flattening against you, slowly licking back and forth over your clit before quickly sucking it into his mouth. You scream a moan at the sensation, tugging at JJ’s hair aggressively not caring if anyone outside the door can hear your pleasure. “Do that again Jay.” JJ’s lips pop off of you into a smile, his lips glistening with your release before he drops his head back into you. Flicking his tongue aggressively against you as he licks up your slit, groaning at the feeling of your nails against his scalp when he sucks your clit into his mouth again. JJ can feel himself growing hard against the blanket at your taste, your shaking legs egging him on as your release quickly approaches.

The feeling of JJ’s tongue prodding at your entrance as you clench on nothing has the tightening feeling in your abdomen worsening, making you whine and wiggle your hips subconsciously. The grip of JJ’s hands on your hip tightens, his nails digging into your flesh as he grinds himself into the mattress at your excitement. He plunges his tongue into you, collecting your juices on his tongue with a desperate groan, his eyes flickering shut as he moves to flick his tongue against your puffy clit again. JJ pulls back quickly making you whine and tug at his hair, trying to shove him back into you and forcing a wicked laugh from him as he spits directly onto you and dives back in. You shudder when he starts to lap against you wildly, your hips jolting and your back arching, your hands tugs on his hair harder as you cum, the almost painful band in your abdomen breaking in a euphoric release. Moaning so loudly you know for sure anyone close enough to the door could hear but you didn’t care as you came undone on your best friend’s tongue, breath shaking as your body twitches.

JJ’s tongue slows, pushing himself up to get a better look at your post orgasm face, your eyes unfocused and your mouth open in gasping breaths. He slowly crawls up your body, smiling in your face and you smile back at him the best your can, he groans at the sight of your sweaty cheeks, your hair sticking to your forehead as he smash his lips into you. The taste of yourself lingers on his tongue as you both moan into each other.

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I might wanna do a part 2 of this for their first time, would anyone be interested in that?

PART TWO: Another Lesson?

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buckiverse · 5 months ago

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☆ warnings: mdni, this is literally just a description of how caleb, zayne, and sylus jerk off and if they watch porn

☆ a/n: I have officially decided all the boys are virgins, so i feel it's only right to write about them yearning for you but also being overcome with guilt <3

☆ Caleb

Caleb has spent so long secretly admiring you, adoring you. All he wants is for you to like him the same—but Caleb is patient. Caleb understands long-suffering and is willing to wait for you. He won’t force you to come to him. You have to want it—this, as he does. With this being said, for a long time, he will not watch porn. He’ll feel bad like he’s betraying you—like you’ll know he lusted after another person.

When you both go to college, he’d spend more time away from you for the first time, and he wouldn’t even dare to think about letting another woman touch him. He’d even have you act as a liaison, discouraging others from approaching him romantically. That didn’t mean that he hadn’t heard stories of what his friends were doing in bed, the fantasies they were living out—now he was curious.

He’s not a boy anymore, and this is different—it’s educational, he’d tell himself. When the video loaded, a woman, blindfolded, a vibrator pressed between her folds. Teasing her clit gently. The blush spread on his face furiously as he felt himself getting hard. He watched as she writhed against the toy, but not daring to close her legs as her partner commanded. He could feel the heat spreading across his neck—taking mental notes. He would love to do this to you.

Though he had no experience, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t make love to you so good you’d never want to leave. He’d read books and look at fanart, especially of things you like. If you tell him about the latest manhwa you’re reading, best believe he's going to study that shit like no other. You read romance? Well, now he does, too.

He might even have a whole notepad. Seeing what works, what he likes, what he thinks you might like. He knows you well enough to guess, though he’d definitely ask you directly.

But when Caleb touches himself, he’d do it with a stolen pair of panties. Sometimes, the washer would eat your socks, underwear, and towels, which was nothing new.

Now, speaking of guilt, he knows this is horrible for him, but he doesn’t know what else to do with himself. But when Caleb saw the pair, unwashed and forgotten in the washer, he couldn’t help but pick them up and stuff them in his pocket. Now he closes his eyes, stroking himself slowly, the underwear in his mouth to muffle the noises from his lips, hoping you wouldn’t hear him. He decided this would do. Using little pieces of you to get himself off.

He would think of the times before college when he could hear your muffled moans and breaths coming from your room late at night and secretly press his head against your shared wall, trying to listen to you better. He couldn’t wait to use his newfound knowledge on you. He’s just eagerly waiting.

☆ Zayne

Zayne wants to be romantically involved with you. He desires—yearns for it. But he knows that's not the current state of your relationship and will respect the pace at which you want to take things. His busy life keeps him occupied. He almost relies on it to monopolize his attention since he can’t give it all to you. But it doesn’t stop the guilt he feels—watching porn.

It takes a lot for him actually to touch himself. He won’t do it often. Yet. It would be an actual internal conflict for him. When he finally decided he was going to watch porn, he would make it quick. The cold metal of his phone in his hand, the dark screen reflecting at him, would almost snap Zayne out of it—but he’s currently wrapped up in his lust. Even so, he still feels like he’s being unfaithful to you—the idea of you more accurately.

He’ll decide only to watch one while allowing the video to load. He’s just desperate to get off at the moment. It’s almost painful, the way his cock is straining against his slacks. Lately, waiting or sleeping it off hasn’t been working. He’d been so pent up that Zayne stayed hard the whole drive home, and now he gave in.

It's a short video, but fuck it was hot. The woman squirmed underneath her partner. And Zayne’s pupils blew wide when he saw him suck on her clit, and he could hear the *pop* of his lips detaching from her folds. The groan that fell from her lips when he pushed his tongue inside her—how his arms kept her legs pinned down, though her hips bucked upwards.

He wanted to do that to you badly. So bad that he closed his eyes, his head thrown back, his lips parted as he leaned back in the chair, jerking himself fast. He had to have you—he couldn’t take it anymore. And he came so fucking hard, and when he finally opened his eyes, he saw the come all over his slacks.

But the guilt was quickly spreading through his chest. It almost feels like he has desires towards the people in the video, but honestly, all he wants is you. He’s never even touched another woman—but still, he felt mortified at the idea that you’d look at him and know what he was doing late at night, imagining it was you there.

He would never touch another woman. You are all he has wanted since he was a child. Even back then, he only wanted to be connected to you, keeping other girls at a distance even into his adulthood. But maybe now that was catching up to him.

☆ Sylus

Sylus is patient—but only with you. He’d been frustrated for a while. Between your apparent hatred of him and the chaos in the N109 zone, it was slowly eating away at him. Still, no matter how adamant you were about holding your grudge, he’d never be angry with you. Disappointed? Maybe. But never angry.

He loved the game you were playing but wanted—needed—more of you. You were bonded to him, whether you realized it or not. Fated. And the longer you pretended to hate him, the more amused he became. Sylus knew your walls were crumbling, piece by piece.

Like the patient man he is, he waited. Even as you kept those walls standing, even as you unknowingly softened him in ways he never expected—he never sought out distractions. He wouldn’t watch porn. He didn’t need to. First of all, he was busy. Running a city, being a crime boss. You know, important stuff.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t come home late at night, exhausted, missing you. That he didn’t lie in bed on his stomach, the ache of longing settling deep. He might even pull a pillow beneath him, letting it fill the empty space—imagining it was you.

He’d press his weight into it, wishing it were your body beneath him instead. His breath would hitch, a flush burning its way across his cheeks as he rutted against it, slow at first, then more desperate. His fingers would twist into the sheets, knuckles white, your name slipping past his lips like a prayer.

He just felt so desperate. The need for you—your touch, your claim—clawed at his chest, leaving him raw. And when he finally came, hips stuttering in one last, shaky grind, a tear would slip from the corner of his eye.

Sylus doesn’t cry often—if at all. But the thought of you never choosing him? That breaks him.

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sheepispink · 7 months ago

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thinking about sleeping next to simon thanks to @thatsamericasass24

“What’re you doing up this late?” His gruff voice rang out, empty bottle in hand coming to fill it in the sink here, but all rationality seemed to run to waste when he saw your state.

For some reason, you cant sleep in your bed tonight whether that’s because of a giant spider, a nightmare scaring you or your bed entirely breaking mid sleep. Either way, you’re shaking in the common room, hands wrapped around a warm mug as you recount the previous events like a broken tape playing the same part.

With that, he had ushered you into his bedroom, knowing he couldnt just leave you to tremble any longer on that couch. He never planned to sleep beside you, no, he would only lay next to you, make sure that shiver stopped. He settles in the bed first, making sure to be on the edge before patting the space next to him in the dark room, only the small lamplight glowing up the untouched sheets.

You let out a soft breath of relief as you shuffle beneath the covers beside him, only to tense up immediately when your leg collides with his. “Sorry!” You squeak out, shuffling forward only to meet your tipping point, your hand gripping the bedframe to stop you from completely falling off the mattress. You were seconds away from falling off altogether but you couldn’t fathom complaining so you just lay there, squashed into yourself to avoid touching him once more— your hands still holding on desperately so you dont fall off the bed altogether.

His teeth grit as he watches the situation unfold, clearly having underestimated just how large he was. Of course his own bed was more than sufficient for himself— he didnt really think twice when his arm fell off the bed in the mornings. so he figured the same would apply to you. Now he could only watch as you lay stiffly, trying your best not to be ungrateful for his help but it was a little difficult when you felt more on edge than before. Literally.

He taps your shoulder and motions for you to face him, which you do, rolling over when your shoulder brushes his arm once more, a flush on your cheek.. Looking down between you two, there’s only an inch of space at best, and even so, he’s not even in a comfortable position. “Sorry— i’ll just go back to mine-“ You begin but he shakes his head, settling himself properly in the bed until his arms bump yours.

“Hold onto me.” You blink in surprise and instinctively follow his instructions, reaching an arm out before he guides your hand to settle over the expanse his chest. He would’ve wrapped you up tightly with his own arms, keeping you safe in his strong grip. However, the last thing he’d want is to scare you off by being his usually rough self. This way you could choose what you wanted to do, without feeling pressured to comply.

And you do, your hand snug over his chest as your body slowly pushes more against his, right in the crook of him. “I think my arm is too short.” He loves the way your lips quirk up into a nervous grin, afraid yet still finding entertainment in the silliness of this situation. He shuffles onto his side instead, every inch of him pressing against your body as he moves. “You gonna keep being cheeky or can i hold you properly?” He knew what you were implying but it was best to be sure, especially from how shaken up you were earlier. “The latter, please.”

You let out a soft squeal as he wraps his large arm around you, his forearm pressing against your back as he tucks your head into his neck. “ ‘m not gonna let you fall off. Close yer eyes.” He squeezes you a little, forcing the breath you’ve been holding in the corner of your lungs for hours now to finally release. Your eyes flitter, the warm skin of his neck bringing colour back to your cheeks. The panic from before dissipates now, sleepy eyes drifting close as your hand reaches around, only landing on his side at best. “Night, Si.” You squeeze him just as tight, your nose nudging his neck and he chuckles, never having thought he’d ever be able to hold you like this.

“Night, sweetheart.”

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madwomansapologist · 6 months ago

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ༘⋆ rizz? oh, you mean my autism?

★彡 synopsis: jjk boyfriends' ways of loving an autistic reader.

characters: satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, choso kamo, toji fushiguro, hajime kashimo.

bella's note: my new year's resolution? to be way more self-indulgent!

.ᐟ.ᐟ KENTO 'QUIZ TIME' NANAMI

The first time it happened, Kento assumed you were way too focused on work to cook something before you were about to faint. The second time, maybe you were distracted. From then on, it was a pattern Kento couldn’t unsee.

Arms shaking as you cook. Changing the shower temperature when your skin is burning hot. Only washing your glasses when they are so dusty he could draw on them. Waking up on the middle of the night to use the bathroom.

You only listen to your needs when your body screams.

THIS PACKAGE INCLUDES: “Do you need a drink?” — “Have you eaten anything? That doesn’t count.” — “Want me to close the curtains?” — “Come clean your glasses with me. I could clean yours, but you would need to clean mine. That’s what I thought.” — “Did you pay your bills this month?” — “Have you watched that movie you told me about?” — “Are you going to bed or I’ll have to start undressing? Oh, so now you hear me?”

.ᐟ.ᐟ CHOSO 'ACCIDENTAL MIME' KAMO

Choso would’ve never noticed if you hadn’t got mad at him. Mocking you? of course he was not! That’s so mean, Choso would never do that to someone he loves.

You have this habit. Of repeating words or phrases others use. Choso thought it was sweet. It showed that you were paying attention to every conversation. He started doing the same for you to know that he was listening, too.

Choso would’ve never understood if it wasn’t for Yuji. Echolalia. You weren’t doing it on purpose. It was automatic. What he saw as a habit was something you have no control over. When Choso started doing the same, you thought it was his way of saying “stop that, you’re bothering me.”

Once Choso explained himself, it was your turn to think it was a sweet habit.

THIS PACKAGE INCLUDES: “Sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to.” — “Choso, you’re very beautiful. Wait.” — “Can you shut up? Sorry.” — “Do you want to go out? I would love to.” — “Fuck that. Hey, Yuji, don’t use those words.” — “Babe? Yes?”

.ᐟ.ᐟ SUGURO 'SOCIAL CLUES TRANSLATOR' GETO

People, most often than not, will say things without actually saying them. The first time the meaning behind someone’s word were completely lost once they reached your ears, Suguru thought it was amusing. But then he understood some think it’s only logical to blame you for not getting what they chose not to say.

Arguing with someone unwilling to change their ways is pointless. If they don’t want to communicate with others, so be it. Suguru would pity them for wasting their chance of knowing you, but he prefers when you spend your time with him.

In important events, Suguru will tell you what to expect. Out with friends, he may warn you about someone not being very happy. Oh, the countless times Suguru was the one to explain that “no, honey, they didn’t mean it literally.”

Suguru would rather not being called tutorial mascot by his partner, but if you’re happy… so be it.

THIS PACKAGE INCLUDES: “Hyperbole.” — “I think that was her polite way of spitting on his face. It gave me chills.” — “I also don’t know what he meant by that.” — “She’s definitely lying.” — “Not literally.” — “Shit. Satoru will ask me to give a speech. You will pretend to be sick? ... I love you.”

.ᐟ.ᐟ HAJIME 'TELL ME MORE' KASHIMO

Hajime WILL know about all your special interests. You have no say in this matter. He wants to know everything about you that there is to know. After all, what is love if not seeing the other and accepting them entirely?

He prefers to do it while he trains. Hajime will practice his techniques with your voice to sooth his muscles. Don’t matter what is on your mind, he wants to hear it all. A specific actress, some movie you saw, penguins? Lovely, keep going.

It's endearing the way you know so much about what you love. Makes Hajime want to ask you what you know about him. Just to check.

THIS PACKAGE INCLUDES: "No, no. Please, keep going." — "And that was created when?" — "Your voice is enchanting." — "How did you discovered that?" — "I think, when I was young, I read a book that mentioned this." — "Talk to me. I want to listen."

.ᐟ.ᐟ TOJI 'HUMAN FURNACE' FUSHIGURO

Toji knows how to read someone. It's useful. If he can understand their desires and fears, then he knows what to expect. When it comes to you, what surprises Toji is that he uses this skill to help instead of getting something for himself.

He learned to read you. To understand what your body tells without the need to hearing it from you. Toji understands when something makes you upset, mad, uncomfortable. Even when you're drowning on your emotions and nothing else makes sense: Toji knows you.

And what he learned is that, to silence your mind from all those confusing thoughts, something bigger against you can be distracting enough. To be more exact, to have Toji against you. On his lap, between his arms, beneath him on the couch.

THIS PACKAGE INCLUDES: "I'm warm? How sweet of you." — "Can you hear me now?" — "You feel like you can’t breath? I'll let you go when you get sure of that." — "How's your mind now? Too crowded?" — "Forget about them. Just look at me. That's right. It's you and me, nothing else matters."

.ᐟ.ᐟ SATORU 'DEFENSE ATTORNEY' GOJO

Has someone been harsh to you? A boss ignored your rights? A doctor diminished your requests and questions? You know who to call: Satoru Gojo, your beautiful, funny, interesting, inteligent, kind, considerate [50 adjectives later] boyfriend!

Satoru WILL fight anyone that tries to disrespect you. Don’t matter who, don’t matter why. He's ready to throw hands (or cursed energy, to specify). It can be your mom, he doesn’t care. No one messes with you.

But he also defends you in more pacific terms. He will give whole ass lessons to people that tried to argue with you. He will keep talking until they get it right. If someone tries to embarrass you, Satoru is embarrassing them. He doesn’t care about anyone. If they were able to make you uncomfortable, than they are able of dealing with some discomfort too.

THIS PACKAGE INCLUDES: "Well, actually..." — "I understand what you're saying. Completely. But you're wrong and I will tell why exactly why." — "Say that again." — "You must think you are so funny." — "You think so? Ok, sit down. I'll explain it all to you."

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mewfistoe · 1 month ago

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You find a soft sweater in Sylus’ closet.

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You had never owned anything made from vicuña wool before. Hadn’t even known what a vicuña was until you looked it up online. Hell, you hadn’t even been able to spell “vicuña” at first, the search engine had to correct it for you when you tried to look it up.

Now though? Now you were gawking at the prices of various online listings of 100% vicuña wool sweaters in mild horror.

“It’s just vicuña wool,” Sylus had said.

“Just.”

****

You had found the sweater a week ago in Sylus’ closet when you stayed the night. You’d been looking for something comfy to lounge in his bed in, and when your hand had brushed up against this particular caramel-toned sweater, you couldn’t help yourself. It was so soft. It must’ve been one of Sylus’ favorites. He must have worn and washed it regularly for it to be as soft as it was.

Sylus had laughed when he saw you emerge victoriously from his closet with your spoils. Said you had surprisingly refined taste for someone so cheap.

You had never felt anything so buttery and soft before. Sylus doubtlessly used some very nice detergent and fabric softener. The sweater was a bit too large for you, intended to fit someone of Sylus’ frame, and the too long sleeves had felt so overwhelmingly cozy. You couldn’t stop petting yourself while you wore it.

Sylus had watched you with a smile and teased that you looked like a self-absorbed hamster grooming itself. You told him that he was just jealous that you had discovered his favorite sweater and had taken it hostage for the night.

When it came time for you to head home the next day, you were loathe to leave the sweater behind. And Sylus, dear sweet generous Sylus, had told you not to bother and to take it with you instead. He insisted. Said you clearly liked it better than he did.

You had hemmed and hawed about it at first. Both wanting, but not wanting, to steal his favorite. But you could tell by his smirk and head tilt that he knew how delighted you were with your new prize.

You had no idea that prize in question was made of one of the most luxurious textiles in the world. That it was worth over four months of rent for your apartment. That it wasn’t soft from Sylus wearing it all the time, but because it was made from the literal finest wool available on the market today.

Sylus just laughs when you call him up to confront him.

****

“Why didn’t you say anything?!”

“I didn’t think it was a big deal. It’s really not that bad, just a sweater.”

“It’s more than my rent! For four months!”

“Tch, that really says more about your meagre accommodations than anything else, kitten.”

“Why do you even have a sweater that costs $9,000 anyway?”

“$17,800.”

“WHAT?!”

“$17,800. It was custom made and I wanted a looser fit for comfort, so it required substantially more wool.”

“SYLUS!”

“Oh sweetie. It’s really not that bad. I have a rather large illegal white shahtoosh shawl somewhere that’s worth at least double that.”

“A what? A sharoo? Huh?!”

“Shahtoosh. Don’t worry, sweetie. It was a gift from a business associate trying to curry favor. And very old. Vintage. I wouldn’t buy one myself, I know how much you love animals.”

“Huh?”

“I’d give it to you, given your fondness for fine wools, but I know you’re a good law-abiding citizen so…”

“You…you big criminal! Why are even the fabrics you own illegal? Sylus? Sylus! Sylus, stop laughing at me! Sylus! It’s not funny. Sylus!!”

****

The next time he sees you, he hands you a skein of vicuña yarn.

“For my kitten to play with.”

“….”

You’ll never tell him that you do end up fiddling around with it later.

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A/N - I know they use “Linkon currency” in the game but tbh I was too lazy to try and look up conversion rates so I just used what I know. Is Linkon money equivalent to the Chinese yuan, or no?

Sylus’ sweater is definitely extremely expensive, even for vicuña, but I’m assuming he would get the best of the best, so….

Also, apparently, shahtoosh wool is the finest wool in the world (literally. The hairs are the finest in the animal kingdom). It is made from Tibetan antelope (chiru), which are endangered, and the antelope have to be killed for the wool to be harvested, so there’s some ethical and legal concerns with it. According to wiki, it is also illegal to buy/sell/own shahtoosh, however it can still be found on the black market sometimes for exorbitant prices.

That’s all! Yay.

#l&ds sylus #lads sylus #lnds sylus #love and deepspace #love and deepspace sylus #lnds #sylus lads #sylus x reader #sylus x you #sylus love and deepspace

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inthelow · 8 days ago

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SMOKE SPRITE — jeon jungkook (3).

Pairing: fem! reader x jeon jungkook

Summary: you and Jungkook aren’t that close, you were supposedly dating his best friend… then why is he about to fuck you in the back of his car?

Genre/Warning: literally porn with a little plot; mentions of cheating but not really??; some cursing, dry humping; oral sex (fem receiving/cum eating)

author’s note: guys this was supposed to be a cute little blowjob drabble lmao, why am i making it a fanfic for you horny bitches?. You can find part one and part two.

Jungkook was fucked up.

He knew he was doing something wrong, really bad. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, he couldn’t stop thinking about touching you again. He couldn’t stop thinking about making you feel good, make you cum. It was only two days ago that he had tasted you and he was loosing his mind. He hadn’t had any agreement with himself about you. He spent all day thinking that it was definitely wrong wanting you in that way, specially because of his friend who was crazy over you.

He’s supposed to be good. He’s supposed to forget about it and move on. He’s supposed to do so many things that didn’t include you. But he didn’t, he was lying in bed trying not to stroke his cock as he thought about you and those nights in his car. The night you gave him the best head of his life, the night he got to taste you. He was loosing his mind thinking how he could have you alone again. Planning an event with your friends, going to a bar or club. He even thought about throwing a party in his house. He was going absolutely crazy.

And the worst thing was that he knew you weren’t crazy about him. You were probably with Taehyung, going out and giggling like some high school girl. You were probably thinking about your next date with him. Or worse, you were probably fucking him. And he was probably making you feel good, he was probably touching you in ways Jungkook couldn’t right now— Oh, how he hated his mind sometimes.

But even more that day. Because he felt incredibly stupid and embarrassed. It’s been only two days, if he was that horny he knew he could just call someone up and any other girl would be available. Why was he suffering for you?. Why was he acting like a schoolboy about you?. Lying down in his bed, rock-hard, trying not to text… Should he?. Would you answer?. You would probably pretend nothing happened like the first time. Or you would probably say it was just some mistake you shouldn’t repeat—

Ring, Ring, Ring.

Jung-kook’s phone buzzed. He felt guilt creeping up into his skin when he saw the name of the contact. Taehyung.

“Hello?”

“What’s up, dude?” Taehyung’s voice was low and chill. “I saw a fucking spider on my pillow today—”

Taehyung started rambling about something Jungkook didn’t give a fuck about. It was normal for his friend to call him just to say random shit, specially on off days where they were just living their own boring life outside the performance of being idols.

And Jungkook loved Taehyung, he really did. He was one of his best friends. But the guilt and annoyance was something he couldn’t shake every time he talked with him. And he knew he was wrong for it. He knew he shouldn’t be feeling that way. He shouldn’t hate that his friend was the one that could have you loudly. He shouldn’t hate that Taehyung was the one that could have you anytime he wanted. And he definitely shouldn’t hate that feeling of being too late. Why was that now he was so suddenly burning for you?. It was attraction or just a sick obsession of having someone forbidden?. Why was he feeling that now? He knew you for a long time. Why was he now interested? Why now that you and Taehyung decided to see where things could go in the future?.

He felt like a sick fucker. Because even if he hated those feelings… He didn’t want to stop. He just wanted to keep going. He wanted to have you just for himself.

“Hey, I was thinking about throwing a party this weekend in a new bar Downtown. What do you think?” Jungkook said, interrupting whatever his friend was saying.

“Yeah, that sounds great.”

“Great. I’ll see what I can do. Talk to you later?.”

“Uhm, actually— ” Taehyung hesitated. “I wanted to tell you something.”

“What is it?” he asked.

“So— Y/n, right?” Jungkook blinked. “It’s been a while since we— you know.” Taehyung chuckled nervously. “I was thinking about finally asking her to be my girlfriend tonight.”

Oh.

Oh, okay.

Jungkook felt his blood freeze for a moment. His jaw clenched and his fingers pressed his phone harder. “Ah, I thought you guys were casual.”

“Yeah, we were. But I think I would like to make it official, you know?. I really like her” Taehyung sounded sincere. “Why? Do you think it’s a bad idea?.”

“No— I mean, she’s great.” It almost felt too forced to say it aloud. “If you really like her…” He couldn’t finish his sentence.

“I do.” He sighed, sounding more relaxed again. “I was just nervous and needed a boost. Thanks, man.”

“Of course” Jungkook was going to kill himself. “Good luck tonight.”

“Than—.”

Jungkook hang up before Taehyung could finish his sentence. He stood from his bed, walking around his room trying not to scream or punch something. Why was he so bothered about it?. Maybe this was great. Maybe he could finally pretend nothing happened between the two of you and move on.

But as he kept walking around with his jaw clenched, his thoughts making a mess of his mind— He realized maybe he couldn’t forget about you quite yet…

He cursed himself as he dial your number. One ring, two. At the third tone you answered.

“Hello?”

He blinked, his hands sweating “Hey, it’s Kook.”

“I know. I saw the name.” You chuckled. “What’s up?.”

Your voice was unbothered. Calm and slow. You sounded so sexy, Jungkook wanted to fuck you so bad from just that.

“Are you free right now?.”

“Uhm— not really.”

He sighed, trying to find something. “I just— there’s something I need to tell you in person.”

“Can’t it be tomorrow?” you asked, there was some noise in the background. Things were moving, you were getting ready.

“Not really” Jungkook said. The next phrase almost sounding like a pleading. “Are you in your house?. I can drive and make it fast.”

“Well, I’m supposed to leave in less than an hour…”

“Great. I’ll be there in 20 minutes. Swear it’ll be fast.”

You paused. There was a silence where he got anxious. “Fine, but hurry up.”

“I’ll see you in twenty”

He didn’t let you say anything else. Hanging up before you could change your mind and grabbing his keys to run to your place. He didn’t know exactly what he wanted to do but he knew he had to see you before Taehyung.

When Jungkook arrived to your loft parking, you were already waiting for him there.

There weren’t many cars and you were fast to indicate him your parking number so he could stop the car. He watch you walked to him. Wearing a short skirt and stiletto boots. He wanted to roll his eyes and shot himself in the head hating the idea you were looking so pretty for another man. Thinking that if you say yes tonight Taehyung was going to be able to fuck you in that outfit… No, to fuck you any day, any time you wanted. Any time you felt needy.

God, he was mad.

You opened the car and took a seat. Smiling slightly at him and looking gorgeous as always. “Hey, what’s up?.”

He was supposed to invent a lie. He was supposed to say something about how he was feeling. He’s supposed to talk about something or invent something to why he was there. He’s supposed to say something… But he couldn’t. He felt like a horny teenager trying to do contain his hormones in front of the girl he had a crush on. So— Instead of saying something, anything at all —, he quickly moved closer to you and grabbed you by the back of your head to stamp his lips to yours.

He could feel your surprise. But he didn’t give you anytime to doubt, pushing you to the window - even though his tight hit the gear stick- and pushing his other hand to your cheek. At first your hands pressed his chest in order to push him away but he did not back down at any time, kissing you harder. And the true was, you didn’t put that much effort and strength either.

Jungkook kissed you with hunger, like he needed it. His lips grabbed your lower trying to open your mouth and, when you finally did, he slid his tongue to taste you. He missed that, being able to kiss you, to have something from you. Your hands grabbed his wrist and he backdown a little just to kissed you slower so you could feel his desire, his yearning. He wanted you to be able to feel how he wanted you. How bad he wanted to kiss you, to touch you, to make you feel good.

“I’ve missed you.” He said between kisses. “I’ve been thinking about you since last time. Every damn minute.”

“Wait, Jungkook—.”

He kissed you again, not being able to take a rejection. Not when he was kissing you like this. Not when he was burning for you, when his hands were itching to touch every part of your skin. His right hand touched your waist and the other one the back of your neck.

“Let me make you feel good…”

“I’m supposed to…” You sighed when he started kissing your jaw. “I’m supposed to met Taehyung later.”

He stoped, just for a second.

His teeth find your neck and he gave it a little bite. You tried to push him again - a little too effortless- before his tongue found your neck, trying to leave a mark. He sucked slowly before leaving small and soft kisses. Your back arched a little and he wanted to moan in your skin.

“Is that why you look so pretty?” He asked, trying not to sound jealous. “For him?.” He didn’t give you time to answer, his hand in your waist moving to your tummy. “Is that why you’re wearing this little skirt?.” He grabbed the hem of it, moving it slowly. “You want him to touch you?. Do you think he’s going to touch you like me?”

“Jungkook—”

Your voice wasn’t a pleading one, or whinny. It was a warning, like if the subject he was touching was dangerous. Like you weren’t supposed to talk about it. But he wasn’t having it. Because if he had to make Taehyung a loser fucker for you to let him touch you, he was going to do it. He was no saint, and he was definitely going to hell. Specially with that incredible and pathetic obsession he had for you.

His lips brushed yours. “What? Did he touch you better than me?” He asked without shame. “Tell me. And I’ll show you I can do better.”

His fingers slipped under your skirt. His thumb sliding from your thigh to your center. He did some pressure to spread your legs slightly before he could touch you. The pad of his thumb rubbed your clothed clit. You sighed and his mouth found your neck again.

“Wait. Tae—”

“Shut up.” He frowned, his mouth going up to yours again. “Do I have to put something in your mouth so you can shut the fuck about him?.”

His lips pressed against yours. Kissing you with fury and hunger, he wanted you to forget about him, that you would only be able to remember his name by making you scream it so loudly of pleasure. He wanted to make you cry and whine about him, about how he was the only one to make you feel this good. How he was the only one to make you break apart.

His thumb continued to move over your clit for a couple more seconds before pushing your underwear aside. He could feel your wetness on his fingers once he started to touch you further. His index finger collected your juices before he started rubbing your cunt faster, trying to make you feel better. You sighed and he inserted his finger, still playing with your clit. He could feel your warm and tightness. He bit your lip to not moan, fantasizing how it would feel to be inside you.

Shit. He was so hard. He was becoming desperate. He wanted you to feel the same as him, needy, crazy about his touch. He was going mad. Jungkook was falling apart of just thinking of being inside you. And you haven’t even touched him yet.

He kept pushing his finger in and out of you, playing with your clit with fury. You squirmed under his touch, legs trembling slightly. He could feel you getting close. His fingers were covered of your juices, your hole was getting tighter around his finger. You jolt and moan And then, he took his hand away from you. Your hips moved a little trying to find his hand. He pushed away from you, giving you a peck before going back to his seat, still facing you.

“What— What are you doing?.”

Your breathing was heavy, you frowned frustrated. Your cheeks were blushed and your eyes heavy. He looked at you with a little smirk. Jungkook took his two fingers soaked in your juices to his mouth before sucking them so he could taste you. His eyes rolled back slightly and he tried not to moan. His eyes darkened more than before. He was losing it.

Jungkook made a quick jump to move to the back seat. Taking a seat in the middle while spreading his legs and breathing heavily. He looked at you with desire, a hunger you had never seen in anyone before. His palms pressed against his thighs and he pulled his head back slightly without breaking eye contact.

“If you want me— come take me.”

You looked at him for a couple of seconds in silence. And the confidence he exude was making you horny. But Jungkook was actually about to break. The fake confidence was just a shield he put to make a move. He wanted for you to want him. Because if you were to open the door and leave, or reject him with words— he was going to cry for hours about it.

He swallowed hard when he saw you move to him. Jungkook felt a little lighter, like a weight leaving his shoulders. He didn't remove eye contact as you climbed on top of him, putting each leg on the side of his hip before pressing a button of the seat to make him fall backwards. Not all the way back, but enough so that he was leaning back slightly. His hands found your waist and yours tangled in his hair before kissing him hard.

And Jungkook lost every power he had.

He wished he had control, a little bit of power to make you feel like he was the one leading. But he wanted you so much, so fucking much. He wanted to make a mess out of you, he wanted to touch in the right places, The right places no one else could reach. He wanted you so bad he was willing to take anything you could give him. And he wished he had some shame, some backbone. Because when he felt you kiss him like you wanted him again, he could only moan in your mouth.

Your fingers slid down his body, rubbing his muscles gently until they reached his abs. Your lips moved to his jaw and then to his neck. Jungkook sighed with pleasure as your fingers slipped under his shirt to rub his defined abs before moving to unbuckle his belt with ease. He lifted his legs so he could help you pull down his pants. His cock was marked in his underwear. Pre-cum protruding slightly. Your fingers wrapped around it. He bit his lip to not moan again.

Your hand moved slowly up and down on his clothed cock. His tip twitched, now sticking out over his underwear. Red and pretty. Jungkook moved his hands to grip your thighs tightly, fingers leaving a mark. You pressed your thumb in his tip to moved his pre cum around it, slowly and sticky.

“Wait— I’ll come fast. I wanna be inside you.” Jungkook grabbed your wrist. You moved to looked at him. “I wanna feel you, pretty.”

You nodded. “Yeah?.”

“Yeah.” He nodded faster, his hands moving to put his underwear down “. I’ve been dreaming about you. How you feel. Fuck, fuck. I wanna make you feel so good. I wanna fuck you so good, pretty.”

But you laughed. A mean dry laugh that made him froze in place.

Your fingers gently grasped the hem of your skirt so you could pull it up to your hips. Your legs moved up to his waist, moving your underwear to the side. His cock was slapping against his abdomen, hard and begging to be touched.

“You think you’re gonna fuck me?.” You titled your head . “Just stay still.”

You sat on top of his cock, your flesh wrapping around the length of it. Your juices serving as a lubricant so you could begin to move slowly over him. Jungkook whined, grabbing your hips so he could touch your skin. Your hands found his chest, you leaned in slightly so you could see him.

Jungkook wanted to cry of pleasure. He couldn’t believe he was able to feel you this way finally. He bit his lower lip and tried to imagine other things to not come so fast. But it was so hard, the way you were moving on top of him. The way your eyes were getting lazy. The way he could feel your warm and wetness coating his cock. He swore everything with you was better, every little thing maximized by a hundred.

He wanted to see you cry in pleasure, cry for him. He felt so pathetic begging for a fuck. And he wished he had any shame by doing this but his hips only buckled up trying to get you closer to him. He was dying for you to come all over him. But he was dying to be inside you so much more.

“Please let me fuck you.” He begged. “I’ll be good, please. I swear I’ll be good for you— Fuck, shit… I’ll make you feel good…”

You stopped. And he wanted to kill himself.

“I said no. Take what I give you.”

He swallowed hard, admiring you above him. You didn’t move and he nodded quickly trying to make you go back to the motion of before.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry.” He complained. “Just move, baby— Fuck… Please, please…”

He kept bucking his hips up into you with quiet mewls, biting his lip and slightly rolling his eyes. His breath becoming heavier. He just couldn't bring his hips to stop. He didn’t want to, he wanted to see you get off. He wanted to feel you come.

Jungkook moaned when you started moving again, slowly dragging your cunt against his aching cock. You grabbed his jaw to kiss him again and moan in his mouth. His fingers grabbed your hair to keep you in place, sliding his tongue in your mouth. You kept working on his swollen cock, moving back and forth to continue satisfying your clit.

He was losing his mind. His dick twitching, pre cum dripping in his abs, your cunt grinding hard against him. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He could feel your flesh swallowing all his length, dripping over him, making a mess. He could feel the way your sticky cunt tighten around him, your clit palpitating hard. You moved a little so his tip could play with your clit, slowly and hard. You moaned in his mouth and Jungkook threw his head back to whined.

He felt pathetic. Tears forming in his eyes at the sensation. Feeling you trying to reach your high, feeling all. He swore he would do anything- cut his arms, lose all his money, not having sex ever again- if you just moved to put him inside you. If he could just feel your insides, if he could just fuck you. He wanted to beg more, but he knew he would probably make you mad and he didn’t want you to stop. Not now, not ever.

“Shit, so good.”

You whispered and he groaned. He’s so close, he could feel a knot in his tummy. His dick twitching, his eyes glassy with tears. You looked down to make eye contact. Your eyes lost in pleasure, your cheeks red and your lips swollen. And that make him lost it. He grabbed your jaw to kiss you hard before throwing his head back to grunt. He was coming. And so were you. You moved faster, he pressed your hips down to his.

He came hot into your folds, thick ropes of cum all over your cunt and his abdomen. And it was so good that he could cry. You moaned, dripping all over him. His cock sore and softening against your clit, cum dribbling onto your nub and painting your cunt with his load. It felt sticky and dirty.

Jungkook’s heart was pounding, his breathing unsteady. For a second, he felt everything moving slowly. Your hands gripping his shoulders, your body leaning against him as his fingers run down your back. For a second it's all too much. For a second he felt this is the right thing. This is how it should be. Just the two together, making each other feel good.

But he doesn’t want it to be over so soon. Specially no after you were the one taking control. Of course not after what is supposed to happen later. He has to show you he is good. He wants to show you that he can make you feel good. He wants to prove himself to you. He was sure he will do anything to make you see that he could be enough. It was hard to do that when you won’t let him do anything to you but he knew now what lines he could cross. And shame was something he didn’t have with you anymore.

Junkook grabbed your body hard and fast so he could lay you down on the seat. Moving so that he could kneel in the small space between the seats and in front of your legs. You looked down, confused and somewhat lost, still coming down from the high.

“What are you doing?.”

“I haven’t finish with you.”

Jungkook grabbed your legs to put you closer to his chest, your ass almost leaving the seat. He opened your legs without delicacy, taking your underwear down your ankles. His mouth salivating when he saw the rope of cum covering your folds. And he thought it’s perfect. This is perfect. He wants to see you covered in him forever. He wants to give you all he has to offer. He wants to see you fucked up and crying for him, covered in his cum— forever.

His mouth was on you in an instant, tongue lapping up the mess he had uncovered like he didn’t care about anything else. His eyes rolled back at the taste, eating his own cum from your cunt. The first swipe was slow, tasting every bit of the slick coating your folds. He thinks it’s the perfect taste, the perfect meal. Both of you dripping from your pussy. The next was rougher, hungrier, tongue pressing deeper as he groaned into your heat. He wants nothing more than this.

He licks you clean, every part of your pussy getting clean with his tongue. Drinking all of it. and he’s sure this wouldn’t be the last time. Because there was no way he could spent another week not tasting you, not feeling your heat in his face. He couldn’t bare the thought of it. And he wants to cry of how good, of how dirty this is. How months ago he would hate doing this and now he was lost in eating you out tasting himself in you.

Your hands tangle in his hair, tugging slightly at the overstimulation before sprouting and throwing your head back to moan. Now he was eating you good. Now that you were cleaner than before he was moving his tongue to your clit and sucking hard. Your back arches and he swears that is the best view. Watching you break apart, open legs, back arched, trembling and moaning.

So Jungkook gets sloppy with it, getting more into it. He doesn’t care about how messy he gets. lips and chin completely covered of your juices but he loves it. He practically drowns himself between your thighs, gripping them so tightly as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away. And he knows you will soon but he prefers not to think about it. He prefers to pretend that you’re his now, spreading your legs only for him, making those sweet noises only for him.

You have to know. That in this moment, you’re his.

He presses your thighs hard and pulls slightly apart. Your head quickly moves to look at him, exasperated, looking for your ralease. Your eyes with tears and your lips red. Jungkook looked drunk, chin full of your juices and swollen lips.

“It’s only polite to look at me while I eat you out.” He licked his lips. “Don’t you think, pretty?.”

You swallow hard. Remembering the first night you had together and the words you said to him while sucking him off. He sinks his head back into your cunt, his eyes still glued to yours as he sucks on your clit. And it’s doesn’t take you too much to come undone. Not looking away a when you moaned and shake in his mouth. Not looking away when he drinks your juices, not looking away when he cleans the rest of it like a starved man.

And for a moment, he sees it. He’s ruining you too.

So he kisses you. Strong and slow. Making you taste the flavor of you both in his mouth. Staining you with your own juice. He thrusts his tongue into your mouth so he can make you taste everything. And he can't believe how you've ruined everything for him. What seemed dirty to him before, now made him horny. Anything you liked, anything he could try with you, it made him go feral. It made him want more. But only if it was with you.

It takes you both a few minutes to come back to reality. Still in the back of the car as you try to control your breathing back to normal. He was tracing your cheek slowly with his fingers while leaning in the seat trying to make the moment last a little longer. Both of you lying on your sides and facing each other.

“That was good, huh?.” He breaks the silence.

You snort and he smiles.

“It really was.”

He can feel his chest filling with pride. Eyes sparkling at the thought of making you his, hope making his way to his body. Maybe you will realize he could give you what you needed. Not Taehyung.

“You want to go upstairs? I can run a bath for you.”

As he finishes his phrase, he can feel the hope shatter. Your eyes dart to the side and he can feel the discomfort beginning to fill the air.

“Shit.” You cursed, sitting up and taking your phone out. “I was supposed to leave ten minutes ago…”

“Then stay.” Jungkook sat, looking at you a little egocentric. “Why do you wanna see him anyway?.”

You paused, Then— looked at him, this time less enchanted by what happened before. Mad, annoyed.

“Jungkook…”

“Yeah, I know.” He rolled his eyes, rubbing his face with frustration. “Can I ask you… are you in love with him?.”

You frowned confused. “Why are you asking me that?.”

“You know why.”

There’s a silence. It felt weird, uncomfortable. You didn’t know what he was trying to do. And, to be honest, maybe he didn’t know either.

“Jungkook, there’s something between me and Taehyung.”

“Love?” he questioned. “I don’t think you will be doing all this if you love him.”

“What are you trying to do?” You snapped. “What do you think is gonna happen?. I will break things with him and run to you? His best friend.” You shook your head. “And then what? We’ll live happily ever after?— Do you know how fucked up that is?.”

“This is fucked up.” He argued, regretting immediately to say it out loud.

You pressed your lips together before nodding slowly. “Yeah, this is fucked up.”

“Come on— I was just… I don’t know, okay?” He groaned. “I don’t like seeing you with Taehyung.”

“You don’t get to decide who I am with.” you stated. “And you’re right. This is fucked up. I don’t know why I’m doing this. But it’s over…”

“I didn’t mean it like that…”

“It’s better if we don’t see each other for some time, Jungkook.”

You left before he could say anything. And he cursed himself for being so stupid. Because he knew he wasn’t in love with you. And he knew he was being a jealous greedy fucker by bringing up Taehyung. He didn’t know what he was trying to do but definitely not pushing you away.

He punched the leather seat before making a sound of frustration. Why was he so obsessed with you?.

sometimes dry humping is better than sex but u guys wouldn’t get it 🤚🏻

this might have a few mistakes i’ll edit later bc i was lazy to edit it 😓 anyway this was supposed to be porn but now the plot thickens??? but did i eat or what???

i might forgot to add some to the taglist i’m sososososrrry 😓

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ksangelscrpt · 2 months ago

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thinking about season three shauna with a crybaby reader…..

warnings: mdni, nsfw, swearing

a/n: first drabble on this account!! i haven’t written in literally months so sorry if this is rusty also the ending is a little rushed 😭😭 but my requests are open, so pls pls send them in!!

shauna couldn’t stand you. she couldn’t stand your perpetually wobbly lip or your constantly teary eyes. she couldn’t stand the little almost silent whines you let out when you were upset or overwhelmed. she couldn’t stand the way that you still resorted to tears after everything, everything that they had been through out here, what you had been through. but here you were, still blubbering over every inconvenience. but most of all she couldn’t stand the fact that every time she saw a tear drip down your cheek, her heart clenched in a way that made her chest ache. fuck

it didn’t help that your hut, that you shared with gen and robin, was almost right next to hers. that after especially ‘hard’ days, ones where the team had been arguing or one of the animals had to be slaughtered for meat, she could hear your sniffles and hiccups through the thin stick walls. gen and robin tried to help of course, tried to be supportive, but nothing could ever really console you. you would only stop long enough for gen and robin to presumably go to sleep before shauna would hear those familiar little weeps start up again.

when shauna was finally put in charge, she used this new found power as an opportunity to shut you up herself. she was tired of hearing your fucking whining at night, of seeing you wiping at your eyes. at least that’s what she told herself. it had nothing to do with the pang in her lower stomach everytime she hears your breath hitch, or sees your eyes glaze over with tears. nothing to do with the way her hand with drift down between her thighs some nights, thinking of you looking at her with that same look. nope. nothing at all.

it only took one day of her being in charge before she heard the sound of voices in the hut next to hers, followed by a hiccup of yours. she could tell right away that you were crying, and she knew it likely had to do with coach ben’s death. you were in the collective that believed that he would lead the team home in some way, that he was the bridge. so natalie’s actions had just wrecked you.

shauna’s face morphed into a small smirk at the sound and she is immediately making her way out of her own hut and into yours. you were sitting on your makeshift bed with robin on one side of you, rubbing your back comfortingly while gen paced around, actively talking about something. the presence of your new leader at the entrance of your hut drew all of the attention in the room, even your sniffles silencing as you looked up to meet the eyes of the girl.

“get up” shauna grumbled, eyes glued on you. her hand flicked out, making a ‘come here’ motion with two of her fingers. it was almost condescending the way she called, as if she knew that there was no way you could refuse. which really, could you?

you were confused by the sudden command, who wouldn’t be. but it was shauna, everyone knew better to refuse her wishes. especially now that lottie had put her in power. your legs were wobbly as you stood up and hesitantly took a few steps forward. before you could question her, shauna’s calloused hand was wrapping around your wrist and giving a tug, turning on her heel.

she gave you no time to protest, to think even, before she was dragging you the few feet into her own hut. “shauna wh-“ you go to ask but before you can a hand is pressing over your mouth, pushing you against the hut wall with a soft thump. “shut the fuck up” shauna huffs, but the way her thumb rubs under your eye is nothing but gentle. a complete contrast to her harsh words. “i hear your every night, you know?” she continues, taking a step closer until her chest was pressing against yours, crowding you against the wall. but it wasn’t suffocating, instead it was almost comforting, grounding. “do you know how aggravating it is to listen to your sniffles every night while i’m trying to fucking sleep”

you go to say something but all that comes out is muffled vibrations against her hand. “shush” shauna grunts, but her hand drops from your mouth opting to instead rest it on your hip. the warmth of her palm against your stomach, exposed from the way your tank top had ridden up, causes a heat to spread in your abdomen. your thighs clench involuntarily, the action not going unnoticed by shauna. but surprisingly she chooses not to comment on it, the only acknowledgement being the way the corner of her mouth quirks up. “what are you always crying for anyways?” her voice was a hum as her eyes flick over your face “you have nothing to cry about. i know you don’t.” she knows because she made sure of it, always keeping a watchful eye on the interactions you were having, especially these past few weeks. she made sure you had everything you needed, in her own way.

“there’s always something to cry about” your answer came out mumbled and breathy as your eyes flick down to where her hand was on you. maybe you didn’t really have an answer, maybe you were just emotional, sensitive, or maybe there was something more. you knew shauna wasn’t looking for a real answer, not right now at least. and your suspicion was proved correct by the way her hand trails down a little farther until it was right against the waistband of your worn pajama pants.

“mmm you need someone to make you feel better, huh?” the brunette asks, her voice taking on a cooing tone that makes your face burn and your core clench. fuck. you couldn’t believe you were getting this worked up over shauna shipman. “maybe that way we could both get some fucking sleep.” her hand pushes past your waistband and she is pushing two fingers against your clit before you had a chance to respond. your words were swallowed by a gasp as your eyes fluttered shut automatically, hips bucking to try and meet the new sensation

“oh” shauna chuckles, her eyebrow raising a bit at your eagerness. “yeah you needed this, huh?” her fingers give an experimental circle over your clit which draws a quiet moan from your lips. this wasn’t particularly surprising to either of you to be honest, there was always tension there. shauna new position had just given her the confidence she needed to make her move.

shauna’s fingers start to move at a steady pace now as her other hand finds her chin, titling your head forward from where you had allowed it to lull against the hut wall. the touch causes your eyes to snap open to meet hers, and in her brown irises you can see how feral this is making her. how much she had been longing for this.

with your eyes still locked on hers, shauna’s index finger slips from your clit to your entrance, pushing in halfway. the stretch causes your mouth to fall open and your eyes to burn with the familiar sting of tears. it was like you could see a switch flip in shauna’s brain when she sees that glassy look start to build. in an instant she was plunging her finger fully in, giving you only a few moments to adjust before pulling it out and pushing in right back in. she starts at a relentless pace, and even though it was only one finger it still set every single one of your nerves on fire. “you gonna cry?” she mocks, leaning her head in until her nose was resting on the tip of your ear, her mouth brushing the lobe as she whispers out a “nothing new.”

another finger was added, her thumb still moving relentlessly on your clit. you hadn’t been touched like this in god knows how long, especially with this intensity. it didn’t take long before you could feel a coil forming in your stomach. shauna could tell you were getting close from the way you were clenching down on her fingers, like you never wanted her to slip out. “this is all it takes, really?” shauna can’t pass up the opportunity to mock how fast you were on the edge, but her pace doesn’t let up.

she pulls back so she could look at you, eyes locked on yours as she surveys the wetness pooling in them, right on the edge of rolling down. her thumb presses down hard on your clit and that coil in your stomach bursts with a choked moan. the tears finally slipping down your cheeks as you cum. yeah shauna could definitely get used to those tears.

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simplyhale · 18 days ago

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fix your shirt t.b. (18+)

tim bradford x fem! reader

summary; getting locked up in the evidence lockup with tim during a storm isn’t too bad.

notes; divider by the fabulous @uzmacchiato !! this is what happenes when i have an idea and finish it when im ovulating. i do think this is much better then my first attempt at smut but let me know what yall think !! some of the warnings — swearing, dirty talk, dom!tim, HE LITERALLY TEASE YOU ABOUT HOW TURNED ON YOU ARE?, dirty talk, pet names, unprotected sex, fingering, HE IS LITERALLY FINGERING YOU AGAINST A WALL

words; 4188

— ⋆ 𝝑𝝔˚⟡˖ ࣪.

A bright light filled the station, followed behind with a loud boom of thunder that shook the walls slightly. Your head snapped over to the closest window, watching as a waterfall flowed down, causing a blurry, warped filter to be placed on the glass so anything on the other side couldn’t be made out.

Letting out a sigh, hearing the sounds of the distance, rolling thunder, you turned your attention back to your paperwork.

Your shift ended almost two hours ago. But when the rain started, so did the influx of calls. More calls, combined with bad weather meant you were going to be drowning in paperwork. Luckily, you only had about twenty or so pages left. It wasn’t so bad though, because right across from you in the dimly lit bullpen, he was in the same situation as you.

“Even if I get done with all this, I’m still gunna have to wait for the rain to stop before I even think about going home.”

“Yeah, because I’m more than likely going to have to answer that call.”

“I would have to die before calling you because I hydroplaned.” You remarked looking up at Tim, who simply rolled his eyes at you before looking back down at his desk. Watching him for a few moments, studying the way a small wrinkled form in the middle of his brows as he concentrated on his work. He readjusted his wrist, and the veins on his forearm bulged out before sinking back in, disappearing back into his skin.

Tearing your eyes away after realizing you hadn’t remembered how long you had been staring at him, you dropped your pen onto your desk and brought your hands together. Pushing the fingers on your hands back and forth, feeling the satisfying pop of the joints, which were once tense from holding the black ballpoint pen, but were now loose and feeling slightly better.

Looking down at the paper, picking right where you had left off. Your brows quickly frowned at the confusing set of numbers. “Huh?” You muttered under your breath, checking the copy of the evidence list you had.

Before the rain had started, you had been called to a department store where a 30-year-old woman was shoplifting. Insisting that she was going to pay for everything, every person in the store claimed that she was trying to just walk out. The total of everything was just under $800. Maybe it was because you were bored, or maybe it was because she kept yelling directly in your face, but you suggest that she should at least try her card before you take her to jail. She tried it almost four separate times, and each time it was declined. She then tried to shove you out her way, only adding an assault charge to the shoplifting one. Because of how much was taken, you had to make sure that all the items matched the evidence number, which of course had gotten messed up during the chaos of the sudden storm outside.

Reaching down and grabbing your I.D. card before pushing your chair back. Getting up and walking down the hallway towards the evidence room. Normally there’s someone at the desk, but this late into the night, no one was. Watching as the light turned from red to green as you pressed your card against it and opened the now unlocked door. Walking down towards where your box should be. Looking around the shelf that was at your eye level, but saw nothing that had your signature or matching case number on.

Searching along the shelf above, then the next one, and the one after that. Some idiot had put it nearly four shelves higher than you could reach.

“You gotta be kidding be,”

Looking around the room to see not a single stool or ladder in sight. You rubbed your dry, tired eyes, trying to figure out how you were going to reach the box. The first thought to come to mind was to climb the shelves. But with one small shake the whole structure of rusty pipes creaked and swayed, clearly showing that any extra weight was already risky, let alone let it be the weight of a human body. Then you thought about just putting it off until the morning, but you know that would just lead to a reprimand from Grey. So you did the only option left.

“Hey, Tim?” He finished writing the word he was on before snapping his head up to you. “The dickheads in evidence moved my box onto the highest shelf possible.”

His pen was now tossed to the side, his forearms crossed and leaning against the desk top. “You know there's a great invention called a ladder, right?”

“Really? Should we call the Chief and let him know of your great discovery?” You quickly remarked back, walking up to his desk and placing your palms onto it. “Please, I just want to be done with this already.” Looking up at you with those stupid blue eyes, he broke out into a small smirk, dropping his head before standing up. “Show me where it is,”

You smiled wide at him, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

The two of you walked side by side down the hall. Well, he was an inch behind you. Tim Bradford was always an inch behind you. It caused a feeling of protection mixed with a hint of nervousness. Anytime he was close to you, it was always too close–the kind of close that would cause goosebumps to form and your stomach to start to twist. Your mind blanking and a stupid smile eagerly trying to push its way through. Any normal person that would be this close would earn a side eye and a step away. But this was Tim.

“It’s right there,”

“I see it, the one in the glitter pen?” He glanced at you as if you were serious, slightly wondering if you were going through another Legally Blonde moment.

“This isn’t the first time they did this. Just the first time there hasn’t been a ladder to my rescue. And yes, the glitter reflects off the lights. That way I’m not wandering around like a chicken with my head cut off.” His eyes drifted to the side, clearly taking your words into thought. Pressing his lips together into a thin line with a shrug of his head.

The clear Tim signal of approval.

Even if it was considered a bit extra, he had to give you points for the creative.

It wasn’t like he towered over you. The height difference wasn’t anything crazy. Now, the length of his arms compared to yours–that’s why he was your go-to man.

You watched him stretch up towards the box with his left arm. Groaning a small ‘come on’ before switching to reaching with his right arm, having to go onto the tips of his toes. All the while, a loud, booming string of thunder sounded outside, shaking the old room along with the lights that hung above them. “And I-I-I…” Just as his finger tips brushed the edge of the cardboard, the whole power surged off, followed by the loudest crack of thunder known to man.

You reached outwards and found one of the bars of the shelves. “Tim?” You asked into the darkness, almost expecting him to have just up and disappeared.

The sound of clothes rustling came first followed by his voice, “I’m right here.” And a bright white, blueish light started to beam towards the ground. He then moved his phone upwards and shined it at you, making sure not to shine it directly into your eyes.

“Aren’t the generators usually up by now?”

He then waved the light around the room, towards the camera in the corner where the small red light that had always been on was now off. “The weather must’ve also knocked out the backups.” At his words, he quickly went towards the front door. You reached out, grabbing the back of his shirt, using it as a leverage to pull yourself up to his arm, hooking it through yours. “What, afraid the shadow man will get me?” He teased, looking back at your concerned face. “No,” You leaned towards him, “I don’t want to risk the chance of walking into one the shelves.”

“Turn on your light,”

“I left my phone on my desk. I didn’t think it would take this long.”

Leaning back a little when you realized just how close you were to him. Not only was your body pushed up fleshed against his arm and side, but you and Tim’s face were an inch apart. Feeling his breath on you, a breath caught in the back of your throat at the realization. Your heartbeat escalated at the thought of closing the space, finally giving into the thoughts that would keep you up at night. The drunken ones that made you physically throw your phone so far into your closet, not risking the chance of drunkenly confusing everything to him.

“Here,” Tim handed you the phone. You took it and leaned your back against the nearby desk, checking first as to not knock into anything before you did. Watching as he tried the knob, which turned but didn’t give when trying to pull on it.

The doors locked, loudly hitting its frame. Trying over and over again. It was official; when the power went and the generator wasn’t coming back on that meant the door wasn’t going to budge either. A single slam of Tim’s shoulder against it was all he needed for a quick reminder of the steel plate in the middle of it.

The light slowly trailing down was what caught his attention, seeing that the light you were tasked to be held still had somehow made its way to his arms–his biceps, if you wanna be specific. Looking up at you to see that you had been spaced out staring at him.

No, not him.

His arms.

At first, he was confused on why you had such a fixation on him, but the voice that stated the obvious followed with the way you bit your lip, only fulled his ego. Taking a step closer to you, watching as you stepped back, your eyes finally peeling away from his arm. Taking another step backwards when you saw that you had been caught. Opening your mouth to try and come up with an excuse, any excuse, but it didn’t come. Instead, your mouth shut as your body covered in goosebumps and the hair on the back of your neck stood on end. The way he was looking at you had you both wanting to hide away but also drop to your knees and do whatever he said.

He took another step, nearly making the two of you flush against each other, but you were swift to keep some type of a distance, knowing that if you were that close there wasn’t any telling what you would do. But the next step took you off guard–you had predicted him to do that, the need to dominate and all. But he steps to the side, blocking off the one path you had.

It wasn’t like you were completely blocked off; if you truly wanted to get away from him, all you needed to do was take a step forward. But the air between you two, the tension, was electrical–more electrical than the actually booming storm outside.

So here you were, on one side a cluttered metal desk to your right, and to you left was a man that you had plenty of wet dreams about. Turning and looking at him, using one of your hands to brace yourself off the corner of the desk. When the stinging pain of the metal giving you a small cut–nothing to bring blood but enough to break skin–was all you needed to be reminded that you were awake.

Trapping you between the very arms that had brought you so much pleasure were now holding you into place. Feeling the way his eyes studied you, burning into you, causing a wave after wave of nervousness to crash into you. Taking a shaky breath, feeling a steady finger drag along your chin, forcing you to look into his burning baby blue eyes.

The light from his phone was now pushed to the edge of the desk. Its beam shot straight up towards the ceiling and created a light grey light in the room.

“Do you get off on my arms?” His tone steady but tinged with a kind of quiet authority, causing the fuzziness in your stomach to grow and your core to grow even wetter than it already had been. “Use your words, darling.”

Pressing your lips together, mustering up whatever form of self you still had to answer, “Have you seen your arms?” Tim smirks and chuckles quietly, allowing his body to relax against your stiff one.

“Do you want me to get you off with my hands?”

It felt like all the wind had been knocked out of you. Had you been struck by lightning and now in heaven? Had you been in a coma and this was just a surreal dream that you’d wake up from? Was this some type of late April Fools Joke? Did you truly care enough though to say no?

Especially when his calloused fingers dragged down from your chin to your neck, feeling them settle on your pulse, smirking a bit wider when he felt it thudding against your chest. Slowly nodding your head repeatedly, with your mouth hung open. “Yeah–I’d like that,”

He kissed you, gripping a hold the side of your neck to keep you in place. One small kiss already had you pooling, feeling like every vein in your body had lava flowing through them. Your head was spinning all from just that one small kiss, a kiss that was fully a tease and a wanting to see you melt under him, which you did.

His hand slithered down from your throat, down your waist and towards your buckle, “You say the word, sweetheart, and I’ll stop.”

Looking up at him, you reach up and wrap your hands around his neck and pull him into you, moving your body to press against his, trapping his hand between the two of you. The two of you started to devour one another, fighting the urge for air as the want for the other was greater.

Your back was now fully against the wall, feeling the small mess of a force that was Tim’s horniness. Keeping his lips on you as his hands made quick work on unbuckling your belt, tossing to the side, followed by quickly unbuttoning and unzipping your pants. One of his hands trailed up, holding the back of your neck, moving it so his thick bicep pressed against your shoulder. Humming with satisfaction as his big, rough hand cupped your clothed pussy. He let out a low groan against your neck, “Surely this can’t all be just from me, sweetheart, you’re soaked.”

If your body wasn’t buzzing with adrenaline, you would be slightly embarrassed from how wet you already were. He hadn’t even touched you, and yet you knew there was a pool in your panties. “I don’t see anyone else who it would be for?”

Tim fingers stroked at the wetness, teasing you with the thought of penetrating through the thin fabric. It felt like he was trying to map out every inch of you, like in a moment you’d be gone and all he had left was the memory of the way you felt. Feeling the smile from his mouth on your neck widen when you let out gasp the moment he reached your throbbing clit.

Your hand instinctively reached for his wrist, rolling forwards as you let out a shaky breath. Well, it was actually more of a breathy moan, but you knew that would only fuel his ego even more. When his hand pressed harder, rubbing tighter circles, with that toothy grin of his was all the answer you needed.

Your nails dragged up his skin, satisfied at the feel of goosebumps and his hair standing upright. This, along with the decent size tent in his pants that was currently poking into your inner thigh, caused you to grow even more wet.

Knowing that this was turning him on just as much as it was you – god, you could just come at the thought of that alone.

His fingers pulled the thin cotton fabric to the side, allowing his fingers to run through your slick. Dragging the pads of them up and down deliberately slowly before parting you. Inhaling sharply through gritted teeth at the sight. Dropping his head by your ear, “Look at you,” He trailed off, slipping one finger slowly, but settled it deep inside. Letting out a deep groan, “Feel better than I could ever have imagined.”

“So you do get off on the thought of me t–fuck,” Another finger joined. Your head rolled back allowing him full access to your neck, which he took, placing a messy sting of sloppy kiss on any piece he could.

Your body arched against his hand, fucking his fingers deeper in you. Tim curled them at just the right angle to touch the spongy part. Setting a steady pace of pulling them out, curling them, before deeply shoving them back inside of you. His thumb circled your clit–rougher now, less teasing. His hand that was by your neck dropped down to the hem of your shirt. Feeling his calloused hand push your shirt up, exposing your boobs and the pushup bra you had worn. Feeling his breath hitch when his hand started to knead the skin, ever so softly.

Clearly, this was a mix of not only seeing your fantasies come to life but his as well.

Pressing a deep kiss to his mouth, moving it to the corners, trying not to let any of your moans out, not needing them to bounce off the walls and let the entire station know what was happening. Letting out a semi-loud moan that was quickly cut off by Tim smashing his lips into yours. “Fuck, as much as I would love to hear those noise, sweetheart, you need to keep quiet.”

Swallowing harshly, licking your raw lips, looking up at him, seeing his blown out pupils, “It’s very–shit–hard when you’re making me feel this good.”

He smirked at your praises, “How about this then,” He dropped his head low enough to reach your chest, giving your sternum a kiss, “You keep quiet-” Another one kiss moving closer to your boob. “-and I’ll let you-” Another kiss now where the top of your bra covers your nipple. “-be as loud as you want.”

Your mind was hazy, and your body was right on the edge of coming. You couldn’t answer him even if you wanted to. He noticed, slowing his pace on both your clit and inside of you, just enough to get your attention back. Standing back upright, bringing his hand up to lightly grab your chin to fully look at him, clearly waiting on your answer. Blinking a few times before nodding your head, "Absolutely,"

His grin was right back. “Good girl,”

Kissing you deeply as he picked the pace back up to where it had been before, swallowing every moan and whimper you had. His hand slowly trailing back to its place on your chest. One of our hands stayed steady on his chest, gripping the fabric and using it as leverage to keep him close. Feeling his heart hammering against your palm, along with the quick rise and fall of his chest. Your other one was dragging your nails from his skin, even in the dim light seeing the faint red marks they left behind, reaching past his rolled up sleeves, all the way to his collar, pulling the fabric to expose the skin under it.

You were close, feeling a low tightening knot in the bottom of your stomach, chasing after the build up, starting to roll your hips into his hand alongside his movements.

Trying to stiffen the build-up high-pitch moans, you attached your lips onto his neck. Just as you were tipping over the edge of pure hot bliss, it became too much so you bit into his soft skin. Tim’s groan was the exact thing you needed to send you over that edge, moaning into his neck, white-knuckling his shirt. Clenching tightly around his fingers before your hips started to jerk. His fingers slowly helped you ride out your high, making sure to keep his free hand around your shoulders.

Coming back to Earth, you fully let your weak body fall back and hit the concrete wall behind you. Waiting for your head to do the same, but it didn’t. Slowly the numb tingling faded, and the soft ringing in your ears cleared you right back to Tim. Smiling blissfully at him, feeling his hands cradle your neck. He let out a breathy laugh, “Thought you passed out on me, honey.”

All you could do was let out a small laugh as well. Pressing a lazy kiss into the crease of his forearm. Looking down and fixing your pants, going to fix your belt but got quickly reminded that he had thrown it. “Did you see where my belt went?”

He glanced around before nodding, “Yup, got it,”

Both of your eyes were pulled up to the ceiling with a loud rumble of thunder.

Using that moment of your distraction to grab your belt, not wanting you to move too much, knowing you were probably still a bit dizzy. “Thanks.” You held out your hand but he shook his head instead reaching down and starting to loop it through the slots. “Tim, I can–” He cut you off with a quick kiss, “I know you can, but let me do something.” You quickly looked at him with raised brows; he had just given you the most intense orgasms you’d had in a while and yet was acting like he hadn’t lifted a single finger. Watching the way each of his veins bulged with each movement of fixing your belt.

And he caught you staring, again, “Really?’

You shrugged, breaking into a wider smile, “What? I’m a simple girl.”

The sound of the door settling brought back the reminder that the two of you were still locked inside. And that’s when an idea popped into your mind.

You took a step forward. Tim kept a hand around your waist after seeing you sway slightly. Looking over the desk, shining the light at where the tin can full of random shit was. Smiling at the sparkling piece of metal, grabbing it and quickly showing it to Tim, “You still have your pocket knife?”

He slowly pulled it out of his pocket, waiting for you to reach for it before pulling it back. “You knew you could pick the lock and yet still let me slam myself up against the door?”

You shrugged, “It was kinda funny to see you try to break down a reinforced steel door.” You replied before reaching up and kissing him before taking the knife from his hand, “But basically yeah!”

Turning on your heel and quickly crouching down. Handing off the flashlight to Tim, taking the thinnest part of the letter opener and shoving it into the keyhole. Using the tip of the knife to try and set the pins in the lock, but the blade was too big. Closing it and handing it back to Tim before finding a paperclip off the desk and unfolding it. “Where did you learn this?”

You shoved the unfolded paperclip in, replying to him while you tried to set the three lock pins into place. “I used to break into my parent’s liquor cabinet…and the city pool…and the highschool.” When they all were into place, you pulled the thing metal out and gave the letter opener a turn, unlocking the door. Turning and facing him, “I didn’t steal anything, besides the liquor, I just wanted to see what they looked like at night.”

He slowly walked up to you, placing his hands on either side of your face, shaking his head, “How are you still full of surprises?” He reached down and kissed you, this time with passion and care, not the hunger and need like before. “Why don’t we finish the page we do and then go back to my place?”

You looked up at him as you felt your face flush, knowing that he actually wanted to see you again made you feel all warm and fuzzy. “Yeah, yeah that sounds like a plan.”

Tim watched you turn around and slowly started to leave the room. His eyes looking over your body before his brows quickly frowned. The bottom of your shirt was still completely messed up. It wasn’t tucked in, and sat a bit askew on your body. With wide eyes he quickly chased after you. “Fix your shirt.”

#maddie speaks ✩‧₊˚#tim bradford #tim bradford x reader #tim bradford x y/n #the rookie #tim bradford x you #tim bradford imagine #tim bradford smut #the rookie smut

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bunny kisses

pairing - hyun-ju x chubby!reader summary - You're curvy. Soft. Nervous. And Hyun-ju can't keep her hands off you. With her, sex becomes worship, and your insecurities start to feel a little quieter. You don’t know what this is, but it’s the first time you feel like someone sees all of you—and stays anyway. warnings - afab!reader, explicit sexual content, body dysphoria, very subtle fat shaming, lots and lots of filthy smut, 18+ minors dni!! 10.7k words

You just wanted to be wanted.

You didn’t download the app expecting anything. You weren’t even sure what you wanted–just that it had been a while. Since anyone looked at you like they saw you. Since someone touched you like they meant it.

So you picked the pinkest pictures you had. One of you in a little skirt, caught in a store window’s reflection, legs crossed just right, face hidden behind your phone. One where you’re smiling too big, holding an iced strawberry matcha. And one taken late at night in your bedroom mirror–kneeling in your bunny print pajamas, cheeks flushed, stuffed animals piled behind you like a little shrine to softness.

Your bio was simple. Soft girl. Iced matcha enthusiast. Just looking for something casual, I guess.🌸

You told yourself it was fine if it was just sex. Fine if no one messaged. You weren’t trying to fall in love. You just wanted to be wanted.

You don’t know how long you were scrolling–left, left, left, boredom and doubt pressing into your stomach like a weight. Until you stopped.

Hyun-ju.

Tall. Androgynous. Sharp jawline, dark sunglasses, a cigarette dangling from glossed lips in one photo. A black tank top with a gold chain glistening against her smooth skin at the gym. The last photo was a blurry mirror selfie in a dim room, the angle all collarbones and laziness, like she couldn’t be bothered to try harder–and didn’t have to.

Her bio made you suck in a breath.

Terrible at small talk. I like good food, fast hookups, and soft girls with too much lip gloss.

You stared at it for a while. Your thumb hovered. And then you swiped right.

Matched.

She messages first.

well hello, gorgeous girl

Your heart flutters. You blink at the screen, reread it twice, then type back.

hi🥺

you’re killing me with that skirt in your second photo. is that legal? do you know what you’re doing to people?

You stare at the message with your mouth slightly open, fingers frozen above your keyboard. She’s not being subtle. She’s not playing games.

🥺🥺it’s just a skirt…

nah. that’s a weapon. you’re a weapon, bunny. i wanna put you in my lap and ruin you

You let out a squeak. Literally. You cover your mouth with your hand like you can shove the reaction back in. But your thighs squeeze together instinctively, and there’s no denying the warmth crawling through your chest.

you’re so bold omg😳 i’m not used to kind of attention

good. let me be the first. you deserve it, soft thing. i’d kill to make you blush in person

Your fingers tremble a little as you type your next message.

you kinda already are…

then let me take you out. tomorrow night. you dress up for me and i’ll try to behave.

behave?? somehow i don’t believe you

you shouldn’t. but i’ll still buy you dinner first. little place in Itaewon. candlelight. cocktails with flower petals. you’ll look good in that pink dress i just decided you probably own

Your lips part slowly. You do have a pink dress. Satiny. Short. The one you bought because it made you feel like a doll, but never had a reason to wear.

i actually do have a pink dress okay… i’m free after 7 🥺💕

good girl send me your number. i’ll send you the address. and bunny?

yes?

don’t be late i’ve been starving for something sweet

You let your phone drop into your lap. Your face is on fire. Your thighs are pressed tight. And your heart won’t stop thudding.

You booked a nail appointment that morning, even though your chest fluttered with guilt as you tapped your card–like part of you still didn’t think this date was real. But now, your fingers are delicate and pretty in the glow of your vanity mirror, the sheer pink polish catching the light like sugar icing. A soft shimmer to them, just in case she holds your hand.

You try not to stare too long at your reflection as you finish getting ready. Your pink satin dress clings more than you remembered. The hem brushes just above your knees, your thighs bare, your chest pushed up in a way that makes you feel both shy and desperate to be seen. You slip on your matching heels, the ones with the little bow at the ankle, and let your hair fall down your shoulders. You spritz perfume on your neck. A little on your wrist.

Then you stand in front of the mirror and pick yourself apart.

My arms look too soft. My thighs look huge. She’s going to take one look at me and think I catfished her.

Your pictures. They were all at angles. Posed. Edited in subtle ways. You looked thinner in them. Sharper. Safer.

But now you’re here. In the soft fold light of your bedroom. Real. Round. Small and curvy and so exposed.

Your phone buzzes. A message from Hyun-ju.

table’s ready. don’t keep me waiting, bunny.

Your stomach twists. You grab your purse and go.

The restaurant is dimly lit, tucked in the corner of a quiet street in Itaewon. Ivy creeps up the brick walls. There are candles on every table, their glow caught in the wine glasses like liquid flame. It’s the kind of place where dates turn into something more. Where people lean close and say things they don’t mean to say.

And she’s already there.

Hyun-ju stands to greet you. Her outfit is simple–just black slacks and a soft gray blouse, open slightly at the chest–but somehow she looks like she stepped out of a magazine. Her lashes painted with a small amount of mascara, her nails glossy. She leans on one hip and gives you a look that makes your skin go hot all at once.

Like she wants to devour you.

“Holy fuck,” she breathes, eyes raking over you from heels to hem to bare shoulders. “You’re unreal.”

Your voice catches in your throat. “I-I–hi.”

She steps forward and gently takes your hand, raises it, presses a kiss to your knuckles. “That dress should be illegal.”

You’re not sure if you can breathe. You sit quickly, letting her pull out your chair, trying to hide your flushed face behind the menu.

Dinner is a slow-burn blur of candlelight and stolen glances.

You order a drink with lychee and rose petals. It’s girly and sweet and tastes like spring. She watches you sip it with such intensity you nearly drop the glass. Her fingers toy with the stem of her wine glass white her other hand rests, casual and elegant, near yours on the table. She asks you soft questions–how your day was, what polish you picked, what perfume you’re wearing.

“You smell like marshmallows,” she murmurs, voice low, leaning just slightly across the table. “I want to lick it off your skin.”

You giggle, flustered. “You’re terrible.”

“I am.” Her smile curls like smoke. “But you’re making it very hard to behave.”

After your second drink, your cheeks are warm and your limbs are a little looser. You start talking more freely. She makes you laugh. She makes you squirm. Every compliment feels like it lands on bare skin. She watches you the whole time–like she’s memorizing you.

At one point, you lift your drink to your lips and she stops mid sentence, tilts her head.

“Do you know how pretty you are when you blush?” she asks softly. “You look like a treat. Sweet little cupcake.”

You hide your face behind your hand. “Stop.”

“Can’t.” She reaches across the table and tugs your hand away gently. “You don’t even know what you do to people, do you?”

You shake your head, shy. “I really don’t.”

She smiles. Not like she pities you–but like she’s starving. “You will,” she says.

The air outside is cooler now, sharp and smoky with the night. Your heels click softly on the pavement as you walk, your dress swishing against your thighs. Hyun-ju walks beside you with her hands in her pockets, every movement confident and unhurried.

You tell yourself not to read into anything.

It’s just a hookup.

She’s beautiful, and she wants you–for now. You’re allowed to want that. You’re allowed to want this.

But when she looks at you like that–like she could pin you to a wall with her eyes–your stomach turns itself inside out.

“You’re quiet,” she murmurs, glancing down at you. “Cold?”

You shake your head quickly. “No. Just…nervous, maybe.”

Hyun-ju hums like she expected that. She brushes your hand lightly with her fingertips. “You don’t have to be.”

“I know. I just–” You chew your lip. “I guess I keep reminding myself that it’s just…casual.”

At that, she stops walking. You blink and turn to her–and find her watching you with something darker in her gaze.

“Bunny,” she says, voice low and steady, “I know what kind of app we met on. And I know you’re trying to protect your heart right now. But I want you to hear this clearly.”

Her fingers tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. She leans in.

“You’re not just a body to me. You’re not just a hole to fill. You’re you. Soft. Sweet. Blushing and beautiful and dressed like a dream. And when I get you inside my apartment…”

She smiles. Slow, wolfish. “I’m gonna feast.”

Your knees nearly buckle.

Her place smells like clean linen and sandalwood. Dim lights. Tall bookshelves. A few mismatches art prints on the wall, but otherwise minimal–like she only brings home what she wants.

The door clicks shut. You barely have time to turn around before Hyun-ju is on you–not rough, not rushing, just hungry. Her hands find your waist. Her lips hover near your cheek. “Take your shoes off, sweetheart,” she whispers. “I want you comfortable when I take you apart.”

You step out of your heels. She guides you gently backward until the backs of your knees touch the bed.

“Sit,” she murmurs. “Just like that.”

You obey, nervous and breathless, hands clasped in your lap. The satin of your dress rides up slightly over your thighs. And she drops to her knees in front of you like you’re an altar.

“Oh, look at you,” she whispers. Her hands slide up your legs, over the soft curve of your calves, then your thighs. She spreads them gently, reverently, so she can kneel between. “Fuck, baby. You’re unreal. You’re art.”

Her hands knead at your thighs, slow and indulgent. Not rushing to undress you–just worshipping.

“So thick,” she murmurs, pressing kisses to the inside of one thigh. “So soft and perfect and fuck, I could die between these legs.”

Your breath catches. You grab the hem of your dress, trying to keep your hands from shaking.

Then she lifts it. Slowly, carefully. She pushes it up to your waist and stares like she’s starving.

“You’re shaking,” she says gently, and looks up. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

“No–please, don’t,” you breathe. “Please.”

Her hands slide up to your hips, her thumbs brushing the waistband of your underwear.

“You’re so shy,” she whispers. “But you let me see you like this. You let me touch. That’s so good, bunny. You’re such a good girl for me.”

She presses a kiss to your belly. Then another. Then another. Her lips trial across your soft stomach, slow and adoring. She buries her face there with a soft groan, her palms now smoothing over your waist like she’s trying to hold all of you.

“Fuck, I love this tummy,” she murmurs. “So cute. So soft. Want you to ride my face with it spilling all over me.”

You gasp. “Hyun-ju–”

She pulls your panties down slowly, never breaking eye contact.

“You’re shaking because you’re nervous,” she says softly. “But soon you’ll be shaking because I won’t stop until you scream.”

Hyun-ju pulls your panties the rest of the way and drops them beside the bed like a trophy. Then she leans back on her heels between your spread thighs and breathes out like she’s seeing heaven.

“Come here,” she urges softly. “Come sit on my face.”

Your heart stutters. “W-what?”

She reaches up, hands gliding over your soft thighs again, but slower now. “I want your cunt on my mouth, bunny. Want to feel all this softness, all of you against my face while I make you cry.”

You blink fast, flustered, and fold in on yourself like a closing flower.

“I–I can’t,” you whisper, arms coming up to hide your tummy, legs shifting instinctively. “I’m too heavy. I’ll crush you.”

Hyun-ju tilts her head, but there’s no impatience. Just warmth. Just hunger softened by something almost tender.

“Oh, baby,” she murmurs, gently guiding your hands down, “you don’t have to be shy with me.”

You shake your head. “I’m not trying to be–I just–I know I don’t look like the girls people usually…”

“Fuck that,” her voice darkens. “You think I’d kneel for someone I didn’t ache for?”

You swallow hard. She leans in. Kisses your tummy again, then the crease where your thigh meets your hip. Each kiss is firmer. Hotter. Hungrier.

“I’ll never ask you to do something that scares you,” she explains, gently easing you back onto the mattress. “But I want to show you what I see when I look at you. Can I do that?”

You nod slowly.

She grins, voice low and coaxing. “Then be good. Lay back.”

You do.

Your body sinks into the sheets. Your dress is bunched around your waist. Your panites are gone. You feel bare, exposed–like every part of you is on display. But then Hyun-ju crawls up onto the bed and kneels between your legs, lowering herself down, eyes locked on yours.

“You don’t have to move,” she whispers. “You don’t have to do anything. Just let me taste you like this.”

You gasp as she lowers herself, hands sliding under your ass to tilt your hips just right.

“Fuck,” she breathes. “You’re soaked. Look at that. You wanted this, didn’t you?”

You nod again, lips trembling. “Y-yeah.”

Her hands grip your thighs, spreading them wider. She buries her face between them like she belongs there–like this is what her mouth was made for. Her tongue licks a long, slow stripe from your entrance to your clit, and the noise she makes? Pure filth.

“Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted,” she moans.

You whimper. Your hips twitch, but she holds you still, strong palms gripping your plush thighs, her thumbs kneading into the softness.

“You’re gonna take it,” she breathes. “You’re gonna let me worship this pussy. Every inch of you. Don’t hide from me, baby. Don’t ever hide.”

And then, she devours you.

“That’s it,” Hyun-ju breathes against your clit, tongue curling slow and sure. “That’s my girl. Just like that.”

You choke on a moan, hips rocking helplessly, thighs trembling in her grip. She licks you through it again–again–and her voice is honeyed filth, smooth and dark and reverent.

“Such a pretty cunt, baby. Can feel you fluttering on my tongue. She’s so sensitive, huh? Just needs someone to pay attention.”

You whimper, hands fisting the sheets.

“I know, I know,” she coos, nuzzling into you. “It’s so much. Too good, isn’t it? That’s okay–I’m right here. Let it happen. Let me make you cum.”

Your whole body arches when she sucks on your clit, just the right pressure, just right rhythm–and her voice stays in your ear like a lifeline.

“You deserve this. All of it. Want you to remember how it feels to be wanted. To be worshipped. Cum for me, soft thing.”

You break like glass in her hands.

When you come down, your thighs are still twitching, breath in shambles, Hyun-ju climbs up your body–licking her lips, her cheeks flushed with heat.

“That was fucking beautiful,” she whispers, kissing your jaw. “You’re such a good girl for me.”

You reach for her before you even think about it. Your fingers tangle in her shirt, tugging, desperate. “Want–wanna take this off,” you mumble. “Wanna see you.”

She pauses. Watches you for a breath like she’s memorizing this–your need, your softness, your hunger.

Then she pulls you up gently and kisses you full on the mouth.

It’s not just hungry. It’s slow and messy and deep–her lips against yours, her tongue pressing in, letting you taste yourself on her. You moan into it. Your hands fumble at the buttons of her shirt. She helps you halfway, then strips it off the rest of the way, tossing it aside. Her bra joins it.

Then she guides your hands to her waist.

“Undress me, bunny,” she murmurs. “I want to feel your hands on me.”

You’re clumsy and breathless, but you peel her pants down, underwear too, until she’s bare between your legs–flushed and damp and trembling with restraint.

And when you both sink back onto the bed, skin against skin, you wrap your arms around her, your legs tangling. She kisses you again. This time, her hand slides down your tummy and between your legs.

“You’re still so wet,” she whispers. “You want more?”

You nod, dazed. “Please…”

Her fingers slip into you, slow and thick, curling just right. You gasp–and your hand moves instinctively. Down her hips. Across the inside of her thigh. She stutters in her breath when your fingers brush over her.

“Fuck–baby–” Her eyes flutter closed. “Yeah. like that. Want your fingers.”

You press in. she rocks down into your hand as she fucks you with her own–matching rhythms, kissing between gasps, her teeth catching your lip when your thumb brushes her clit.

The bed creaks. The room echoes with soft, wet sounds, breathless moans, half spoken praise.

“You’re so tight,” she pants. “So sweet–fuck, your fingers feel so good.”

“You too,” you whisper, voice cracking. “You feel–oh god–”

You both cum within seconds of each other–her hips jerking, your legs shaking, moans swallowed into messy, open mouthed kisses.

And when it’s over, you’re both breathless, your fingers still tangled inside one another, your bodies sticky and trembling and flushed.

Hyun-ju brushes her nose against your cheek, voice gone soft again. “Did so good for me, bunny.”

You nuzzle into her, afraid to say anything that might break the spell. She just pulls you closer, one arm draped over your waist, and breathes you in like a secret.

You lie there in a daze, limbs limp and chest heaving, body still twitching from the intensity of it all. Hyun-ju is half on top of you, warm and soft and barely catching her breath. For a long moment, all either can do is listen to the shared thrum of your heartbeats, skin slick and flushed where it touches.

Then she moves gently–pressing a kiss to your jaw before pulling back, her voice hoarse but warm. “Be right back, sweet girl.”

She disappears into the bathroom. You barely have time to miss her before she returns with a warm, damp washcloth and a glass of water. She knees beside you and begins to clean you up with the softest touch, kissing the inside of your thigh, your tummy, your hip bone as she goes.

“Still shaking,” she mumbles, almost to herself. “Did I ruin you, pretty thing?”

You blush, but you don’t answer.

She smiles and cups your cheek. “Drink some water. Gotta take care of my girl.”

My girl.

You take the glass and sip slowly. She watches you the whole time, like she’s afraid you’ll disappear. Then she tucks you in, pulling the blanket up and settling beside you.

It’s quiet. Too quiet.

You feel the weight of it in your chest–like if you stay here too long, you might forget that this was supposed to be casual. Just a hookup. Just one night.

“I should go,” you say softly.

Hyun-ju lifts her head. “What?”

You sit up, pulling the blanket around yourself. “It’s late. I should–I should get home.”

She frowns. “Bunny, just stay.”

You shake your head, voice too thin. “I really shouldn’t. I have work tomorrow.”

“Then I’ll get you an Uber.” She doesn’t say it with resentment–just quiet resignation. You look at her. Her mussed hair, the tenderness in her gaze. It hurts.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

Hyun-ju pulls out her phone. “Don’t be.”

She orders the car without another word. When it arrives, she walks you to the curb in just her hoodie, leans down, and kisses your cheek.

“Thanks for tonight,” she murmurs. Her voice is too soft. “Sleep safe, gorgeous girl.”

And then, you’re gone.

The next day, you can’t focus at work.

You’re barely registering emails. Barely hearing your coworkers when they talk to you. You keep zoning out, thinking about Hyun-ju’s mouth on your skin, her breathy little moans, the way she kissed your stomach like it was sacred. You can still hear her voice in your head–lay back for me, bunny. You press your thighs together beneath your desk and tell yourself to stop.

After work, you decide to treat yourself–a little boba run before heading home. Something sweet to make up for the ache you’re trying not to name.

You’re halfway through ordering your drink when you hear her laugh. You freeze.

It’s her. You know her voice now, the rasp of it, the way her laughter curls at the ends like smoke. You turn your head before you can stop yourself–and there she is, in the corner of the cafe, dressed casual and effortless, her hair up, her head tipped back as she laughs at something another girl is saying.

The girl is pretty. And stylish. Skinny. Her makeup’s perfect. She’s leaning close, smiling wide, like she knows she’s winning.

You stare for too long. Hyun-ju catches your eye. For a second, she looks…surprised. Her smile softens, lips parting like she might say something. But your drink is called out. You grab it and turn away, hear in your throat, cheeks burning. You don’t look back.

Your apartment feels colder than normal.

You curl up in your bed in your favorite pajamas and try to color in your Sanrio coloring book, hoping the soft pastel colors and little bows will distract you. They don’t. Your thoughts keep spinning.

It was just a hookup, you remind yourself. You just wanted to feel wanted, even if it was only for one night.

And you did. You got it. She touched you like she adored you. She kissed you like she was starving. She said you were soft and sweet and delicious.

But she’s already moved on.

You swallow hard. Your phone buzzes on your nightstand. You grab it. Not her.

So you open the app again. The same hookup app where you matched with her in the first place. Maybe if someone else wants you–even for a night–it’ll quiet this aching in your chest.

You update your photos. You re-read your little bio. Then you swipe.

A few matches come quickly. You message one–she’s pretty, a little edgy looking, a pierced brow and dark lipstick. You say hi.

She replies: “Sorry, I’m not really into ultra-fem girls.”

Your stomach sinks. You match with another. She messages first, only to say: “Sorry, chubby girls aren’t really my type.”

You set your phone down. You stare at the ceiling. Suddenly, you feel stupid for trying. For getting dressed up. For shaving your legs. For letting yourself hope. You press your face into the pillow and squeeze your eyes shut.

It was just a hookup. So why does it feel like something’s breaking?

You take the next day off work.

You tell yourself it’s just a mental health day. Nothing to do with the hookup you can’t stop thinking about. Nothing to do with the pretty girl you saw Hyun-ju laughing with at the boba shop. Nothing to do with how you spent half the night swiping through a hookup all only to cry yourself to sleep hugging your stuffed bear.

Nope. Not at all.

So you go shopping.

Retail therapy. That’s what people call it, right? You put on your cutest spring cardigan, gloss your lips, and head downtown to your favorite boutiques. You touch silky dresses, oversize bows, sparkly claw clips. You wander slowly through pastel aisles of blushes and creams and shimmer-stick highlighters that promise to make your cheeks “dewy like fresh strawberries.”

And for a little while, you do feel better. A little lighter.

In the dressing room, you try on a little pleated skirt with a lace trimmed pink top, the kind that hugs your curves and shows just a hint of cleavage. You try not to dwell on how tight it is around your middle–or how you keep posing at angles that look more like your profile photos than your actual reflection.

But when you twirl once and catch sight of yourself in the mirror–soft thighs, plush tummy, the shimmer on your cheeks catching the light–you pause.

You look…cute. Like a cupcake with a pulse.

You whisper, “Okay. Not so bad,” and take a picture before you change.

Next stop: lingerie.

It wasn’t part of the plan, but you wander in anyway, drawn to a matching set in strawberry pink–a balconette bra with little embroidered hearts and a soft, satiny panty with ribbon ties at the hips. You buy it before you can talk yourself out of it.

You’re just tucking it into your shopping bag when your phone buzzes in your purse. You ignore it at first.

But then–something…prickles. A gut feeling. You pull out your phone and glance at the screen.

Hyun-ju.

Your heart stumbles. Your thumb freezes mid-scroll. You tap.

can i come over tonight? need to taste you again, soft thing. been thinking about your thighs all fucking day.

You stand dead still in the middle of Sephora, clutching your phone like it might explode. Your knees nearly buckle. Your brain goes static. Every insecurity from the last 48 hours–the hookup app, the girls who didn’t want you, the way you felt like a placeholder in someone else’s night–all of it vanishes under the heat of ten little words.

She wants you. She still wants you.

You bite your lip and read it again. And again. Your whole body feels warm–cheeks flushed, thighs pressed together, chest rising faster.

You don’t even think before you type. First, you send your address.

i’ll leave the door unlocked. i bought something new. pink and pretty. just for you.🫣

You don’t even wait for a reply. You’re already hurrying home, clutching the lingerie bag like a secret pressed to your heart, already imagining the way her eyes will darken when she sees you.

You don’t even remember the walk home. Just flashes of traffic lights and the ghost of her messages still burning in your chest.

By the time you’re inside, you’re already shedding your jacket, your shoes, your nerves. The apartment is quiet–soft lighting from your little bunny lamp, a vanilla sugar candle flickering faintly on your nightstand. You toss your shopping bags on the bed and breathe in.

Okay.

You’ve got time. You need to get ready.

You peel off your clothes, lay them gently over your chair, and pad into the bathroom. You brush your hair until it falls glossy over your shoulders, smooth on a little shimmer lotion, then pull on the new set–soft pink, heart stitched, with those little satin ties that make you feel like a gift someone’s about to unwrap.

In the mirror, you pause. You look…nervous.

Flushed cheeks, bitten lips, your thighs touching sweetly at the top. The lingerie hugs your curves snug–and for a split second, the doubt creeps in.

Too much. Too thick. Too squishy. Too much.

But then you remember the way Hyun-ju looked at you–devoured you–with her eyes, her mouth, her hands. You remember the things she whispered with her lips against your belly. The way she gripped your thighs like she wanted to live between them.

You breathe out. Okay. You can do this.

You throw on your bunny robe, soft and oversized, and fluff your pillows. You set out a glass of water on your nightstand (just in case), light another candle, and pull the curtains closed.

Then you sit on the edge of your bed, heart racing, robe still open just enough to show the pink lace beneath–and you wait.

You don’t know what tonight means. You only know she’s coming. And that you want her to ruin you softly.

You hear the knock and nearly jump out of your skin.

Your robe’s barely tied. Your cheeks are already hot. You open the door, heart in your throat. And there she is.

Hyun-ju stands there in a long coat and boots, hair down, eyes dragging over you with heat that makes your knees wobble. Her gaze drops to the pale pink peeking through your robe, then back up–slowly, purposefully.

“Look at you,” she murmurs. “Answering the robe in your little bunny pajamas. Trying to kill me?”

You try to speak–to joke, to flirt back–but it’s like your voice gets lost somewhere in your chest. Hyun-ju steps forward, closes the door behind her with a soft click, and cups your face in one warm hand.

“I missed this,” she says softly. “Missed you.”

And then she’s kissing you. It’s not sweet, not at first–it’s hungry, hands finding the curve of your waist, tugging at your robe. She guides you backward, step by step, until your knees hit the edge of the bed.

And then? Then it’s a blur.

Your robe is peeled off. Her mouth between your thighs, her voice filthy and reverent as she praises every part of you. She kisses your belly like it’s holy. Moans into the softness of your thighs like she’s starving. Tells you you’re so pretty like this, legs open, pussy soaked, voice cracking under her tongue.

You’re still breathless when she finally curls into you, fingers drawing lazy shapes on your bare hip, hair messy against your shoulder. Lips still kiss bitten, and you can feel the warmth of her skin pressed to yours in all the softest places.

Her voice comes low, a little teasing. “You gonna let me strap you?”

You choke on your breath, heart lurching. “W-what?” Your cheeks go hot. You glance down at her, wide-eyed.

She grins against your skin, chin nudging your chest. “I said,” she repeats, pressing a kiss to the swell of your breast, “are you gonna let me fuck you from behind tonight?”

You hide your face in your hands with a mortified little squeak. “I don’t–I’ve never–I mean, I don’t even own toys.”

Hyun-ju hums, clearly delighted. “Oh, we’re changing that.” Her voice drops a bit, playful but hungry. “Girl, you’re in for a treat. I’m gonna have you seeing stars.”

Your stomach does flips. You don’t know if it’s the nerves or excitement, or some wild alchemy of both.

Hyun-ju stretches lazily across the bed, her gin devilish. “You really don’t have any toys?”

You shake your head, shy. “No. Never really…thought I’d need them.”

She hums. “That’s adorable. Tragic–but adorable.”

Then, with a smug little look, she rolls off the bed and unzips her backpack, casually pulling out a small black harness with a toy already snapped in place.

Your jaw drops. “You brought it?” Your eyes snap from the strap back to Hyun-ju. “So you mean like…you’re gonna…now?”

“Of course I did,” she says, amused as she begins stripping out of her clothes. “What, you thought I was bluffing?”

You stare at her, stunned, throat dry as she steps into the harness and tightens the straps at her hips with practiced ease. Your heart hammers. She looks so sure of herself–strong, sexy, in control–and when she catches your eye, her smile softens, just a little.

“You still okay, baby?” she asks gently. “We don’t have to.”

You nod. Too quickly. “Yes. I–I want to.”

“Good girl,” she murmurs. “Get on your hands and knees for me.”

You scramble into position, heart in your throat, burying your face in the pillows to hide your embarrassment–but you can feel how wet you are already, thighs trembling. Then you feel her behind you–warm hands smoothing your hips, kneading at the softness there. She groans low under her breath.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty like this,” Hyun-ju breaths. “Look at this perfect ass. All this soft skin just for me.” She drags her hands along the curve of your waist, your stomach, your thighs–squeezing, admiring. “You’re unreal.”

You gasp when you feel the head of the toy rub between your folds. She takes her time, letting it guide through your slick, spreading you gently.

Then she sinks in.

The stretch has you gasping, arms shaking as you brace yourself, and she leans over your back, kissing along your spine. “There you go, baby,” she whispers, “taking me so good already.”

Her hips pull back, then roll forward again, slow and deliberate. You moan into the sheet, and Hyun-ju groans behind you.

“Look at how perfect you are. Fuck, I love watching this–your pretty body bouncing for me. You feel so fucking good.”

Her rhythm picks up. One hand on your waist, the other sliding up your back, she grips your shoulder as she fucks into you harder. Every thrust makes you cry out, breath breaking.

You reach back without thinking–desperate, overwhelmed–and Hyun-ju catches your hand instantly, pressing it into the small of your back and holding you down. “Oh no, bunny,” she pants, “you stay right there. Let me take care of you.”

She pounds into you now, filthy and relentless, the slick sounds of your body filling the room.

You’re a mess, babbling into the mattress. “C-can’t–feels so–so good–”

“Yes you can, soft girl. You’re doing so good for me. Fuck, I could fuck you forever.” Her voice is thick, adoring, and a little ragged. “I love this body. Love the way you looked wrapped around me like this.”

Your legs are trembling. Your voice breaks. “Gonna–gonna cum–Hyun-ju I–”

“Do it,” she groans, pounding deep. “Cum for me, sweetheart. Let me feel you fall apart.”

You cry out, body locking up as the orgasm crashes over you–loud, helpless, ruined. Hyun-ju doesn’t stop until you’re twitching, gasping, tears slipping from your eyes. Then finally, finally, she slows, hips rocking gently as she eases you through it.

You collapse into the sheets, boneless and shaking, and she leans over to kiss the back of your neck, whispering, “That’s it. That’s my good girl.”

It doesn’t end after that night.

Hyun-ju keeps showing up–some nights with a bottle of wine, others with nothing but that cocky little grin and the promise of a good time. Sometimes she stays until morning. Sometimes she leaves right after, tugging on her hoodie and pressing a kiss to your forehead before slipping out into the dark. But always, she texts. Always, she comes back.

You don’t talk about what it means. You don’t ask. But you feel it.

In the way she pulls you into her lap at your kitchen table. In how she cooks you breakfast without asking where anything is. In the way she laughs with her whole body when you trip over your words trying to compliment her, teasing. “You got it bad, huh, bunny?”

You try not to let it show. You try.

But it builds anyway.

It’s in the little things–like how your phone lights up with her name and your heart stutters. Or how your breath catches when she calls you ‘baby’ in that low, warm voice. Or how she starts leaving her hoodie draped on the back of your chair, her shampoo in your shower.

And then one lazy afternoon, you’re out with her at some tiny boutique, giggling as you both try on ridiculous clothes that are way too expensive. She snaps a candid photo of you in the mirror–half laughing in an oversized sweater that swallows you whole.

Later, you see it on her story:

Mine🍓

No tags. Just you.

Your stomach flips.

That night, you’re curled up in bed, overthinking everything, her hoodie pulled over your bare legs. You hover over your keyboard for twenty minutes before finally sending it.

what are we hyunnie?

The typing bubble appears right away.

well, bunny…what do you want this to be?

And just like that, you forget how to breathe.

You stare at your phone, pulse thudding. You almost don’t want to keep going. You could leave it there, let it hang. Pretend you were joking. But something aches behind your ribs, loud and stubborn.

You type slow, fingers shaking a little.

idk. i mean i like this…you. i trust you but, how do i know you’re not seeing someone else?

Three dots. Then nothing. Then dots again. You swallow hard.

i saw you that day at the boba shop. with that girl. you looked…happy.

And then you wait. You start spiraling before she even responds. God, you think, I sound insane. Possessive. Needy. It’s not like we’re even dating. She doesn’t owe me anything. I’m just some dumb girl she hooks up with–

The screen lights up.

call me, bunny.

Your breath catches. You reread it twice. Call me? Your thumb hovers. Your stomach twists into knots.

i don’t want to bother you if you’re busy…

But your phone’s already ringing. Her name glows on your screen. Your heart pounds like a trapped animal. You hesitate–then answer.

“Hey,” you breathe.

“Hi, bunny.” Her voice is soft. Familiar. It slides through your chest like a warm knife. You don’t know what to say.

“You’re jealous,” she says, and it’s not cruel or smug. Just honest.

“I’m not…trying to be,” you whisper.

“I know.”

“It’s just…” Your voice wobbles. “That girl. She was really pretty.”

A pause. Then, “That’s my ex.”

Your heart stutters. Your tone comes out harsher than you mean for it to. “You hang out with your ex?”

“Yeah.” Hyun-ju sighs. “Look, we went through a lot together. She was there for me when shit was really bad. Like, scary bad. You wouldn’t understand.”

You don’t say anything. You’re still trying to process it–how casual she sounds. Like it’s normal. Like it shouldn’t matter. But it does. It really does.

“She’s not my girlfriend anymore,” Hyun-ju says. “We haven’t been together in years. But she…gets me. And I don’t have a lot of people like that.”

You nod even though she can’t see you. You want to believe her. You do. But something twists tight in your chest.

“I’m not sleeping with anyone else,” she adds quietly.

You just hum, too unsure to say anything more.

There’s a pause. Then she speaks again, a little sharper. “You don’t believe me.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to.”

You chew your lip, eyes stinging. “I don’t wanna mess this up,” you whisper. “I just don’t know what I am to you. And that scares me.”

Another breath. This time slower. Gentler. “Bunny,” she murmurs, “you don’t have to be scared. You want something more, just say it. I’ll show up.”

There’s a long silence on the line. You can feel her breathing, low and even. Like she’s trying to decide what to say next.

You bite your lip. Then it just slips out. “Even if you’re not sleeping with her, you’re…emotionally invested. And I don’t know how to feel about that.”

Another silence. Then she sighs. It’s not sharp, not angry. Just…tired.

“I’ll tell you about it some other time,” she says finally. “It’s not something I wanna talk about right now.”

Your heart sinks. “Will you ever be ready?” you ask softly. “Or are you just using that to keep me around?”

The silence changs. It freezes. Sharpens. You can practically hear her jaw tighten through the phone.

Then a quiet, bitter laugh. “I don’t have time for this.”

And the line goes dead. You stare at your screen, blinking. The call ended. No goodbye. No explanation. Just a cold silence ringing in your ears and the sudden, crushing weight of regret curling in your gut.

Hyun-ju stares at her phone long after the call ends.

She presses the heel of her palm to her eyes. Her chest is tight. Her thoughts, louder than usual.

Why did she hang up?

Why the hell did she do that?

She opens her contacts, scrolls down, hesitates. Then taps.

“Hey,” comes the voice on the other end, warm and familiar in a way that cuts through the static in her head.

Hyun-ju swallows. “You busy?”

There’s a pause. Then, “What happened?”

She exhales sharply. “It’s the girl. Bunny.”

Another pause.

“She asked about you,” Hyun-ju mutters, thumb tracing anxious circles on the seam of her sweatpants. “Saw us at the boba shop, freaked out. She thinks I’m emotionally invested in you.”

“Well,” her ex says carefully, “you are. Just not the way she thinks.”

Hyun-ju lets out a frustrated groan. “Yeah, but–fuck, I didn’t know what to say. She asked if I’d ever be ready to talk about it. And I just…froze.”

Her ex hums. “You always do, when it matters.”

Hyun-ju goes quiet.

“You have to remember,” her ex continues gently, “not everyone keeps talking to their ex years after the breakup. You guys are barely a thing and she’s already doubting if she can trust you. That’s not her fault. You’re asking her to believe in something you haven’t even explained.”

“I know,” Hyun-ju says softly. “I know, I just…I don’t want to mess this up.”

“Then don’t.” Hyun-ju goes to speak but is quickly cut off. “Talk to her,” her ex says. “Even if it’s uncomfortable. Even if it’s hard. You’ve never told anyone, I get that. But if you don’t want to lose her–really lose her–you have to let her see you. All of you. Or else she’s gonna walk.”

“And if she doesn’t understand?”

There’s a beat. A breath. Then, “Then she was never good for you in the first place.”

Hyun-ju nods to herself, even though her chest aches at the thought. “Thanks,” she whispers.

Her ex is quiet. Then she says, with a little fondness in her voice, “She better be good to you.”

Hyun-ju’s messages come in quick succession.

bunny please can we talk i didn’t mean to hang up i just panicked i’m not good at this shit but i swear i’m not lying to you please don’t hate me

You read them all with your phone face down beside you, screen lighting up again and again. You don’t respond. Not because you’re angry–but because if you say something now, it might come out too sharp, too insecure, too much.

So you stay quiet. Pull your knees to your chest. Breathe through the ache in your throat. You try to sleep, but it doesn’t come.

And when 2:07am blinks back at you from your phone screen, you give in. Your thumb hovers, then taps her contact.

It rings once. Twice.

A sleepy voice answers. “Bunny?”

Her voice is low, scratchy with sleep. You can hear the confusion and the softness both. It twists something in your gut.

“I wanna talk,” you whisper. “Can we have lunch tomorrow?”

You hear the sound of rustling sheets. “Yeah. Of course. Anywhere you want.”

You nod, even though she can’t see you. “Okay.”

“Are you okay?”

You close your eyes. “I don’t know.”

Hyun-ju’s voice drops even softer. “Thank you for calling me.”

You let that sit between you, quiet but honest. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” you murmur.

“Yeah,” she repeats. “Tomorrow.”

You hang up before you can say anything else.

You spot her before she sees you–tucked into the corner of the cafe, hood up over her dark hair, fidgeting with the sleeve of her jacket. Her eyes flick up and land on you, and she straightens a little in her seat.

She doesn’t stand. Doesn’t open her arms like she usually does. And somehow, that feels worse than if she’d looked away entirely.

So you step forward. Wrap your arms around her shoulders and lean down into the hug, holding tight like maybe that will say what you haven’t been able to.

Hyun-ju exhales, relief softening her body against you as her arms come up slowly to hug you back. Then you both sit.

You’re in a big sweater, sleeves pulled down past your knuckles, leggings soft from too many washes. Your hair’s up in a messy clip that you didn’t really try with. You didn’t have it in you to dress up.

Neither of you says anything for a while. You pick at your food. She sips her iced coffee too fast and sets it down with a quiet clink.

Then– “I’m insecure,” you say quietly.

Hyun-ju blinks, lips parting like she’s about to reassure you.

But you shake your head. “No. Please listen.”

She nods and her mouth shuts.

“I’m insecure,” you repeat. “And I want to hear you out. I swear I do. I promise to listen. And try to understand. But…” Your voice falters, and you wrap your fingers tighter around the cup in front of you. “You have to see my side too. You can’t just expect me to be okay when I don’t know what’s going on. When I see things and make assumptions and then sit in it alone.”

Hyun-ju’s expression shifts–like something tight in her has just been touched. She looks down for a second, lashes low.

“I’m not mad at you,” you whisper. “I’m just scared.”

Shet lets out a slow breath, then looks up at you. Really looks. “Okay,” she says, voice low. “Let me explain. Everything.”

Hyun-ju holds her coffee between both hands, staring down at the melting ice like it might tell her what to say.

“She was my first serious girlfriend,” she says finally. Her voice is cautious. “Her name’s Jina.”

You don’t interrupt.

“At that time, well…” Her jaw works for a second, like she’s chewing on the words, trying to decide how much to give you. “So I am…I mean–well, you see–”

You reach across the table and gently brush your fingers over hers. Just once. Just to say, it’s okay, take your time.

Hyun-ju glances up, and whatever she sees in your face–steady, patient, open–it gives her the strength to keep going.

“When I came out as trans,” she says, and she doesn’t look away this time, “she was the only one there for me.”

Your heart catches. The way she says it–like it cost her something just to speak those words aloud.

“She helped me through my transition. Let me crash at her place when I got kicked out. Took me to my doctor’s appointments. Helped me pick out my name. And when I–when I got too low, when I…” her voice wavers, and she looks away, blinking fast. “I was so depressed. I didn’t think I’d make it. But Jina kept me safe. From everything. From…myself.”

There’s a silence. A gentle, painful silence that hangs between you like fog.

“I’m here now,” she says finally. “That’s what matters. But we couldn’t keep dating. She found someone else. And…we just fell apart.”

She huffs a soft, dry laugh. “I let her go. Romantically, I mena. But it’s hard to let someone go who was there for something like that.”

Your throat aches. You reach for her hand again, this time properly, and she lets you hold it. You squeeze it gently. And say, “Thank you for telling me.”

“I’m sorry for not listening last night,” you say quietly, your thumb brushing her knuckles. “I was…overwhelmed. And jealous. And scared. But that doesn’t excuse it.”

Hyun-ju shrugs, but you see the tension leave her shoulders–just a little. “I get it,” she murmurs. “I do.”

You smile, soft and a little shaky. “You’re so beautiful, Hyun-ju. And I really appreciate you telling me. For sharing that with me. That’s…not easy. But I’m glad you let me in.”

She exhales like she’s been holding her breath this whole time, gaze flicking down lips twitching with the ghost of a smile.

“Yeah, well,” she mutters, “you asked.”

You both laugh–quiet, a little awkward, a little relieved.

“So…we’re okay?” she asks after a moment, like she doesn’t want to hope too hard.

You nod. “Yeah. We’re okay.”

A beat passes. Then Hyun-ju grins. “That means we can go back to my place and I can eat you out, right?”

Your face flushes, and you groan, burying your face in your hands. “Oh my god.”

She giggles, bright and playful. “What? Emotional vulnerability makes me horny.”

You shake your head, but you’re smiling now–something soft and full and real blooming warm in your chest.

The door clicks shut, and before you can say a word, Hyun-ju’s hands are on your waist, sliding under your sweater with that familiar heat in her touch.

“You’re mine tonight, soft girl,” she murmurs, lip brushing your neck. “All mine.”

You barely nod before she kisses you–slow and deep, like she’s been starving. She tugs you toward the bed, helping you out of your leggings and sweater until you’re bare beneath her gaze. Her eyes roam you, hungry and tender, taking in your soft stomach, the stretch of your thighs, the curve of your hips.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” she breathes, sinking to her knees at the edge of the bed.

You squirm instinctively, thighs pressing together. “Hyun-ju…”

She gently coaxes your legs apart. “Shh. Let me look at you.”

She kisses the inside of one knee, then the other, moving slowly upward. Every press of her mouth is reverent, worshipful, and it makes your skin burn.

“You know how crazy you drive me?” she says, voice low. “All this softness…fuck. Your tummy, your thighs, these perfect tits–” she cups them with warm palms, thumbs brushing your nipples, “–I wanna live between your legs, baby girl.”

You whimper, head thrown back.

Then she lowers herself, breath hot against your center. Her tongue flicks out once–just a tease–and then she groans like she’s the one being touched. “God, you taste so good.”

She licks you slowly, languidly, like she has all the time in the world. You grab at the sheets, hips jerking, but she holds you down with firm hands on your hips.

“Relax,” she says, grinning against you. “Let me take care of you.”

She dives in deeper, tongue swirling around your clit, slow and relentless. She moans into you like she can’t get enough, her arms wrapped around your thighs, her hands kneading your hips and the soft swell of your tummy.

“I love how your body feels under my hands,” she murmurs between licks. “So plush. So perfect. I could eat you for hours.”

You cry out, trembling. “Hyun-ju–oh god–please–”

“Mmm. That’s it. Let me hear, you bunny.”

She sucks your clit, gentle at first, then harder–rhythmic, greedy. She slides two fingers inside you, curling them just right, and your whole body arches off the mattress with a sob.

“Gonna cum for me?” she whispers, pressing kisses into your thighs. “Let me feel you fall apart. I want it all–every noise, every shake, every drop. You’re so perfect when you break.”

You do. You come hard, legs clamping around her head, mouth falling open in a scream. She doesn’t stop–doesn’t even slow down–tongue still lapping at your clit, drinking in everything you give her like she needs it to live.

You’re wrecked. Shaking. Gasping for breath.

And she only pulls away to kiss your trembling thighs, then your stomach, then up your body until she’s holding you, cradling you against her chest. “You’re everything I want,” she murmurs against your hair. “Every inch of you.”

Your body’s still twitching from the last orgasm, legs boneless and shaky where they rest over Hyun-ju’s thighs. She hasn’t moved far–just enough to press soft, grounding kisses to your cheeks, your collarbone, your chest.

But her eyes? Still hungry.

Her fingers trace idle patterns over your stomach. “You good, sweet girl?”

You nod, dazed. “Mhm.”

Hyun-ju grins. “You think you’re done?”

You blink, lips parting. “I–I thought…”

She shakes her head, leaning to kiss your shoulder, your throat. “No, no. You’re too pretty for just one.” Her voice is a low, lazy purr now. “I need more. Need to feel you cum on my tongue again. Wanna make you cry this time.”

You shiver, heat blooming in your belly again so fast it leaves you breathless. Hyun-ju eases your thighs apart, eyes locked on your soaked, glistening center. “Fuck. Still so wet for me.”

She slides down the bed and hooks your legs over her shoulders this time. Her hands knead your hips, then trail upward–palms smoothing over your soft stomach, up to your tits, which she squeezes, massaging them gently.

“Look at you,” she whispers. “Laid out like a dream. In my fucking bed. You gonna let me ruin you again, bunny?”

You nod, wide eyed, breath caught in your throat.

“Words.”

“Yes, Hyunnie. Please, Hyunnie.”

She doesn’t make you wait. Her mouth is back on you, but this time it’s needy–filthy. She tongues your clit in frantic circles, messily, greedily, moaning into you like she’s starved. You gasp, thighs trembling against her shoulders as she devours you.

Your hands fly to her hair, gripping tight. “Hyun–f-fuck–”

“That’s it,” she pants against you. “So sensitive already. God, I fucking love it. Love how sweet you taste. How soft you are under me.”

You cry out, hips jerking, and she just groans, holding you down and going deeper–flicking her tongue fast, then flattening it, then sucking your clit with the perfect amount of pressure until you’re choking on moans.

Your second orgasm builds hard and fast, overwhelming. You feel it cresting–tight and hot–and you babble something incoherent, tugging on her hair like you’re drowning.

Hyun-ju just hums smugly. “Cum for me again, baby. Wanna see you shake. Wanna taste everything.”

You break.

Your whole body goes taut, then collapses as your orgasm crashes through you, even stronger than the last. You sob her name, thighs clenching tight around her head as she licks you through it, not letting up even for a second.

You’re trembling, gasping, your fingers tangled in her hair, and she stays there–pressing kisses into your soaked folds, your thighs, your tummy, until you’re whimpering from the overstimulation.

When she finally crawls back up to hold you, you’re flushed, dazed, messy with sweat and slick. “Still with me?” she teases, voice husky.

You nod, burying your face in her neck, and she kisses your cheek gently.

“I could do that all night,” she whispers. “You’re so good, bunny girl. So fucking perfect.”

The bathroom fills with steam, the air thick and hazy as you step under the spray with Hyun-ju behind you. Warm water rushes down your back, soothing your spent, aching body–but you barely notice it. Not with Hyun-ju’s hands all over.

“God,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck. “I can’t handle you. These perfect fucking tits.” She cups them tighter, thumbing your nipples until they’re pebbled and sensitive all over again. “This ass.” Her hands slide down, kneading your hips, your backside. “You’re unreal.”

You let out a breathy moan, already melting back into her.

Hyun-ju hums, biting lightly at your shoulder. “You okay for another round, baby?”

You nod, needy and breathless. “Please.”

Her laugh is dark, pleased. “Yeah? Wanna cum for me again, right here in the shower?” Her hand dips lower, between your thighs, fingers sliding through your folds. “Still so wet,” she teases, even though the water’s pouring over you both. “Always so ready for me.”

You whimper when she starts rubbing slow, steady circles over your clit, leaning forward to brace yourself on the shower wall. She presses up behind you, one arm around your waist to steady you as she works you open again.

“You’re so good for me,” she murmurs, mouth hot against your ear. “So sweet. Letting me touch you like this. Letting me make you feel good.”

Your hips buck into her hand, every word shooting straight to your core.

“You like it like this?” she asks, slipping a finger inside you, then another. “Bent over for me? Taking what I give you like a good girl?”

“Y-yes, fuck–”

She scissors her fingers, curling them expertly until your whole body is trembling, your moans echoing against the tile.

“That’s it,” she pants. “I wanna feel you cum on my hand this time. Wanna feel your pussy clench while I fuck you like this.”

You’re almost there–again–already.

Hyun-ju senses it. She presses her body tighter to yours, rutting gently against your ass with a low groan. “Cum for me again, soft girl. Show me how much more you can take.”

You shatter. Your orgasm crashes through you like a wave, your cry muffled against your arm as you jerk and twitch against her hand. Hyun-ju holds you through it, praising you the whole time–so pretty, so good, so perfect–until you’re trembling in her arms.

She kisses your shoulder, then your jaw, then your lips.

“That’s three,” she whispers. “You think you’ve got another in you, or should I carry you to bed and spoil you some more.”

You’re still catching your breath when Hyun-ju kisses your neck again, leaving dark bruises along your skin, nuzzling against your skin with a soft chuckle. “God, baby,” she breathes, fingers sliding slow and sticky between your legs, teasing your folds again. “You’re already so sensitive…”

You whimper, thighs trembling. “I-I don’t know if I can–”

“Yeah, you can,” she whispers, mouth at your ear. “I know you can. You’re doing so good for me.”

She drops to her knees right there in the shower, hands gripping your thighs as she spreads them apart again. Water runs down your stomach, between your breasts, trailing over your soaked cunt–and Hyun-ju watches it like it’s divine.

“Let me see,” she murmurs, licking her lips before she leans in. “Let me have it again.”

Then her mouth is on you, tongue moving in slow, firm circles over your clit, fingers sliding back inside you like they never left. You gasp–your whole body already over sensitive–but her touch is practiced, knowing, relentless. Her fingers fuck up into you swith a steady rhythm, curling just right. Her mouth works you faster, wetter, until your head is tipped back and your cries echo off the tile.

“Tha-that’s too much–Hyun-ju, I–”

She groans into your pussy. “That’s it,” she pants, fingers pounding faster, her voice thick and reverent. “That’s what I want. Gimme one more. C’mon, bunny–I know you feel it.”

You do. It’s building too fast, pressure pooling deep in your belly, your thighs shaking uncontrollably. It’s more intense than anything you’ve ever felt–raw and dangerous and just barely on the edge of too much.

You cry out as the wave crests.

“I got you,” Hyun-ju moans, mouth never leaving you. “Come on, let go. Let go for me, baby–”

And you snap. Your body convulses as you cum, harder than you ever have before–legs buckling, eyes rolling back. You scream, and something inside you releases. Warmth gushes from you in pulses, soaking her mouth, her hand, the tile beneath you.

“Ohhh fuck yes,” Hyun-ju groans, sounding wrecked. “That’s it. That’s it, baby–fuck, that’s what I wanted. Look at you. Look at how good you’re doing for me.”

You’re gasping, shaking, overwhelmed. She slows her fingers but doesn’t stop–just words you through the aftershocks with soft murmurs and hungry kisses to your thighs. Her voice is full of awe.

“You squirted for me,” she says, kissing your shaking thighs. “You fucking squirted, baby. You’re unreal.”

You slump against the shower wall, panting, your skin flushed all over. “I–I didn’t even know I could–”

Hyun-ju kisses your hip, then looks up at you with the filthiest grin you’ve ever seen. “Oh, we’re just getting started.”

Hyun-ju towels you off slowly, lovingly–pressing kisses to your thighs, your belly, your collarbone between each gentle pat. When you finally stumble out of the bathroom, she’s already pulled one of her oversized shirts from the drawer, sliding it over your head with a quiet, “There we go. That’s better.”

It smells like her. You melt into it instantly.

She helps you into bed–pulling the covers up, smoothing your hair off your forehead–and then slides in beside you, curling her body around yours like you’re something precious. Her hands stroke up and down your side beneath the shirt, lingering at your waist, your hip, the curve of your belly.

“You okay?” she whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You nod, cheeks warm. “More than okay.”

Hyun-ju hums, fingers still tracing your skin. “You were so good for me. So beautiful. You know that, right?”

You hide your face in her chest, shy but glowing. “Stop…”

“I mean it,” she says, tipping your chin up. “I love your body. Every inch. The way you sound, the way you move, the way you feel. I think about it all the time.”

You bite your lip, heart racing in your chest. Her eyes are soft–unguarded in a way that makes your breath catch.

And then quietly, almost like a secret, you say, “Can I tell you my favorite things about you?”

Her brows lift in surprise. “Yeah. Yeah, of course.”

You inhale, then glance down at her fingers still resting on your hip. “I like how you touch me,” you begin softly. “How gentle you are when you don’t have to be. Like…when you think I’m not paying attention.”

Hyun-ju doesn’t say anything. Just listens.

“I like your laugh,” you add. “When you laugh so hard you crinkle your nose. And how you always smell like citrus and something warm. And how you remember everything I say, even the little things.”

Your voice lowers. “And I like your body too, Hyunnie. You’re so strong. I like your arms. Your shoulders. Your back. Your abs.” You flush a little. “Sometimes I stare when you’re not looking. You just…look like someone I feel safe with.”

You look up at her, eyes wide and vulnerable. “And I like the way you look at me. Like you’re letting me see something no one else gets to.”

Her mouth parts–like maybe she wants to say something–but she just exhales instead and wraps her arms around you, pulling you in.

She kisses your forehead, then your cheek, then the tip of your nose. “You’re gonna break my heart,” she whispers, smiling faintly.

You bury your face in her chest again, voice barely audible. “Then at least you’ll know you had it.”

She holds you tighter.

The silence stretches between you, soft and drowsy. Her fingers trace idle shapes along your spine, the slow rhythm lulling you into that fragile place where truth comes easy.

You lift your head just slightly, just enough to see her eyes. “Hyunnie?”

“Hm?”

“Can I ask you something?”

She nods, brushing her thumb along your cheek. “Anything.”

You swallow, voice small. “Do you…want this to be more than just hookups?”

Hyun-ju’s hand stills. She blinks once, lips parting. “Do you?”

You meet her gaze, trying not to flinch from how exposed you feel. “Yeah,” you whisper. “I think I do.”

For a moment, she just stares at you–like she doesn’t quite believe it.

“You really want…me?” she says quietly. Her voice is raw, unsure in a way you’ve never heard before.

You nod. “I like being with you. Not just in bed. I like you. And I want to see where this goes. If you do.”

She lets out a slow breath, eyes searching yours. Then–so gently–she leans in to kiss you. Not hungry, not desperate. Just…real.

When she pulls back, she rests her forehead against yours. “Okay,” she whispers.. “Let’s try. If you’re in, I’m in.”

You smile, curling closer into her chest. Her arm wraps around your waist, holding you against her like she means it.

“Good,” you murmur. “Just…don’t disappear on me, okay?”

“I won’t,” she replies. “Not unless you ask me to.”

You fall asleep with her heartbeat under your cheek, her hand warm on your back, and something new–tentative and bright–blooming quietly in your chest.

a/n - i hope you all enjoyed!! hyun-ju is literally just the most beautiful, wonderful woman in the world. I just know she worships her partner for sure ;)

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Wildflower (OP81 x fem!reader x LN4)

Chapter 2

CHAPTER SUMMARY: In the aftermath of Oscar’s breakup, he realizes there’s only one thing he needs to start feeling better.

WORD COUNT: 9.4k

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI. Reader has AFAB anatomy. Rough sex (choking, biting, hair pulling), oral (m and f receiving), fingering, P in V, use of protection, praise, degradation/name calling, no aftercare (literally this entire chapter is them fucking, I’m sorry. I promise that all the smut has plot value haha). Mentions of cheating, reader is haunted by the narrative, hints of angst at the end. Also if a man treats you like Oscar treats YN in this story, LEAVE HIM.

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A/N: The amount of love that everyone has shown me on this fic has been so overwhelming. You all have ignited my passion to create again. Thank you <3

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Oscar stayed at your apartment for 4 days.

There was a lot to be done; Lily had to arrange housing back in the UK and move her things. At some point, Oscar would have to tell his family. Potentially, an announcement would need to be made on social media.

It felt like a to-do list, rather than the breaking of what once was something beautiful. Now, just boxes to check off.

And Oscar wasn’t up to the task of any of it; you couldn’t blame him. It was hard enough for him to eat and sleep, let alone think about the upcoming races or the logistics of the breakup.

You let him talk when he wanted, but as the days between the breakup and the present grew, he seemed to settle. The shock was gone, replaced by a void, a thick grief that weighed down on him like a ton of bricks. There were a lot of quiet moments.

Of course, you at least made sure that he had his basic needs taken care of. It was the least you could do.

On the afternoon of the fourth night, he got a text from Lily.

I’ve finished moving my stuff. Can you stop by in 15 minutes so I can drop off the keys?

You read it aloud, because he couldn’t even bear to see her words with his own eyes. He stared at the wall ahead of him.

“Do you want me to go with you?” you asked.

“No,” he said, “I’ll be okay.”

He was silent then, the only sound from him being the jingle of his own keys as he got up to leave your apartment for the first time that week. As he walked out, you exhaled, throwing out a silent wish that he’d be okay seeing her again so soon.

Oscar made the same wish as he pulled into the parking lot of his apartment that only days before he’d shared with Lily. He felt like a robot in all of his movements; getting out of the car, pressing the elevator button, walking down the hall until he rounded the corner and saw her.

“Hey,” she greeted him, to which he just gave her a small nod.

“Here are the keys,” she said, and handed them to him. “I got all my stuff out, so, the apartment is all yours.”

“Where are you going?”

“Back home. For now, at least.”

“You know you didn’t have to do this. You could have stayed here. Or I could have gotten you a place here in Monaco.”

“Don’t,” Lily said, softly, as if her tone of voice could change anything about the grief that the man before he felt.

“It didn’t have to be like this, Lily,” he continued. “I told you, I’d quit it all. I’ll go to therapy. Whatever you want.”

“You’re living at her place. You’re sleeping in her bed.”

“It’s not like that.”

“Don’t make this any harder than it already is, Oscar.” Tears welled up in Lily’s eyes. “Let’s just wish each other the best and go on with our lives.”

“Is this really what you want?” Oscar pushed. “You really just want to throw away 5 years? Over what? I can change, Lily—”

“Goodbye, Oscar,” she said, walking away whilst he was still talking. He just watched her form get smaller and smaller down the hallway until she was gone.

There was nothing he could do but stand there. She wasn’t coming back.

Back at your apartment, dinner was almost ready. The clock on your phone told you that Oscar had been gone a little longer than anticipated.

Maybe they were talking. Hell, maybe they had made up and Oscar wouldn’t be coming back. You were never the type to worry so much, but you had to admit that your thoughts were racing a little faster than usual.

That was, until you heard your door knob jiggle and felt the vibration of Oscar’s footsteps through your entryway. You heard him sigh and sink down into the sofa, running his fingers through his hair out of nervousness.

“Food,” you softly called, walking out of the kitchen with two bowls, handing one to him. He accepted it wordlessly.

“D’you want to put on a movie or something? Or…talk about it?”

He just shook his head. So you obliged him, allowing him to have a quiet dinner.

As you ate, you admired him from across the couch. Even with his tousled hair, eye bags, and hunched shoulders, he was beautiful. And one day his smile would return—that sweet bunny-toothed smile that you had fallen in love with so many years ago.

Your love for him had changed, though. You’d never have him. You knew that. And some would call it pathetic to stay in a man’s life solely because you loved him, when he didn’t love you in the same way.

And maybe they were right. But you didn’t need the approval of others. You just needed your friend.

And from Oscar’s side of the couch, he was thankful for the silence, but he was tortured by his own thoughts. The implication of what Lily had said; you’re sleeping in her bed, as if he had gone straight to you for a comfort beyond just home cooked meals.

It pissed him off. How could she think so little of him? Accusing him of cheating, getting angry at him for wanting to spend time with his friends?

Oscar was a man that was slow to anger. But when he got pissed, truly pissed, there was only one thing that really let him get that anger out.

If Lily thought that little of him, then maybe he’d just have to prove how horrible he really was.

When dinner was done, you silently washed the dishes and cleaned up around the kitchen, stretching the sore muscles in your back and grimacing as they burned with the contractions.

“Your back hurting?” Oscar asked, leaning on the counter as you cleaned.

“A bit, yeah,” you confessed. “It’s fine.”

“I can take the couch tonight.”

“Oh no, you keep the bed. You need it before that flight tomorrow, anyway.”

“I can sleep on the plane.” He paused. “Or, you know, the bed is big enough to share.”

Your hand paused as you wiped down the counters. You didn’t look up at him. The last time you had shared a bed with Oscar was when you lost your virginity.

“I think that’s a bad idea.”

“We did it all the time when we were kids.”

“We aren’t kids anymore,” you said, reaching up to put away the clean plates. Your back burned with the stretch of your arms, and you winced.

“I don’t mean it to be weird,” he said. You let the silence speak for itself.

But when you were done cleaning up, you glanced at the couch and sighed, knowing that you really, really wanted to sleep in your warm and comfy bed.

So you slipped into the bedroom quietly, not acknowledging Oscar when you got under the covers and turned on your side, exhaling deeply as you felt the soft cushioning mold to the familiar shape of your body.

Both of you were still awake, unable to sleep with the presence of the other, filling the room with a thick tension.

“Are you still hurting?” Oscar whispered, laying flat on his back, staring into the void of the ceiling.

You, on the other hand, layed on your side facing away from him, staring into the void of your curtains that were only barely blocking out the light from the city outside. “Yeah,” you answered.

You heard him shuffle, placing his hand on the small of your back, gently pushing you down to lay with your stomach against the bed. You let him, though the intimacy of the moment was…odd.

“Trust me,” Oscar assured, as if he could read your thoughts. “Relax.”

You did, letting out a long breath as he began to massage the knots in your back, firmly pressing his strong hands into the dough of your flesh.

He slid his hands under the hem of your shirt, but you did nothing to refuse the contact, having practically turned into a puddle at the relief he brought your soreness.

But when he was done, he just slid your shirt back down and sat back up in the bed, as if nothing had ever happened.

“Better?” he asked. You gave a strong exhale as you got up and stretched your arms above your head.

“So much better,” you said, giving him a soft smile.

“I’m sorry for taking your bed.”

“Don’t be.”

“I guess I’ll go back to my place when I get home from Japan,” he said.

“You can stay here as long as you like,” you assured him.

“Thank you,” he said. In the darkness, the room was only barely illuminated by the lights of the city, but you could see Oscar's frame sitting before you; his tousled hair, his broad shoulders, his perfectly sharp jawline.

Then the words came spilling out of you, in a way you couldn’t control. “I’m… so sorry, Oscar. For everything.”

“For what?”

“For ruining your relationship with Lily, for always being in the middle of everything—”

Oscar cut you off by kissing you. That familiar feeling of warmth and safety came to rest in your chest, a strange deja-vu.

“Oscar…” you whispered as he pulled away.

“You didn’t ruin anything. I wanted you there. Always.”

“Lily thought you were in love with me.”

“I know. She thought you were in love with me, too.”

You paused, looking at him again. You couldn’t see his eyes in the dark, just the faint outline of your face. But the floodgates of your honesty had already been opened.

“Was she right?” you asked.

“Was she?” he responded, putting the question back on you.

You didn’t answer. You loved him. He knew you loved him. You knew that he knew that you loved him. But you couldn’t bear to say it aloud, not knowing whether he’d say it back.

To end the silence, he just kissed you again, deeper this time, holding your waist. But you pulled back.

“We shouldn’t,” you said.

“Why not?”

“Because you’ll regret it in the morning.”

“No I won’t,” he said, kissing your neck. You inhaled sharply. “Besides, it’s not anything we haven’t done before.”

“You’re not thinking clearly, Oscar.”

“I know what I want.”

You pulled away, catching his eye in a sliver of light that snuck in between the curtains.

He continued, “I know what you want, too.”

He was right. You wanted him. And if you had really pulled away from him, he would have let you go. But he knew you wouldn’t.

So you let him bring his arms up under your shirt, holding you now with a force that was rougher, more refined, than when you were two nervous teenagers exploring each other’s bodies.

He quickly pushed you down on the bed, pressing his weight on you as his tongue slipped past your teeth to explore the warmth of your mouth. His hand found yours and he intertwined your fingers, pinning you down with the tender gesture.

His lips roamed down, finding their way to your neck to leave marks as he roughly bit and sucked into the tender flesh, causing you to softly gasp. His unoccupied hand roughly gripped at your thigh, holding onto you with a frenzied lust that you’d never seen before.

All his movements were twinged with this agitated desire, as if your body could take all his anger and frustration away through just his touch.

His lips left your neck for only a moment, as he freed his hands and removed your shirt, revealing your bare chest, nipples hardened from the cool air in the room. He quickly removed his own shirt and began to fondle you, pawing at one side as he brought his mouth to suck at the other. Your head fell back on the pillow, overwhelmed at the rough sensations—Oscar’s bare skin against yours, the coolness of the room, the warmth of his wanting.

His breath got more ragged as you felt his hardness pressing against you, the full extent of his longing held back only by the fabric of his sweatpants. It wasn’t like years ago, hesitant and gentle. Now, he was dark and still devoid of any love.

But love was the furthest thing from your mind right now, your body overwhelmed with the sensation of Oscar’s hand around your neck, his fingers pressing down the side to keep you still as his other hand moved lower down to the hem of your shorts.

He slid his hand under your panties, finding your pussy, slick and already craving him.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already,” Oscar murmured.

All you could do was whimper as his fingers teased your entrance and he went back to kissing up and down your neck. It was like he couldn’t waste a second with your body, or else the reality of what you all were doing would catch up to him.

But neither of you were thinking of anything other than the growing lust you had for the other as his fingers pumped in and out of you, filling the quiet room with sinful noises.

“Fuck, Oscar,” you said, your voice breathy. “Slow down.”

“Why?” he questioned, obeying your request anyway. “You can’t handle it, huh? How are you gonna take it when I fuck you?”

“Osc…” you exhaled. All you could do was moan his name as he sped back up.

“No, you can take it, can’t you?” he taunted, his fingers sprinting in and out of you, hitting that perfect spot inside of you that made your stomach burn with pleasure.

“Yes,” you whispered between breaths.

“Good girl,” he said, curling his thumb to circle your clit as he pumped his fingers faster, causing you to see stars.

The praise and the sweet burn of his touch pushed you over the edge. You threw your head back on the pillow and let out a low moan as you clenched around his fingers.

You felt him grab your chin with one hand, taking his other from your dripping pussy and forcing his fingers in your mouth. You instinctively closed your mouth around him, curling your tongue along the digits, tasting your own cum on his fingers.

His eyes traced the edges of your lips as he pulled his hand away and kissed you, mingling tastes until you forgot where you stopped and he began.

He pulled away and removed the last layers of clothing until you both were bare, shielded only by the darkness of your room.

There was no love making, no tenderness, just animalistic desire, as he wasted no time putting on a condom and sliding himself inside you with a long groan.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he said, leaning his weight on you as he stuffed you with every inch, filling you with the sweet burn of pleasure. “Yeah, you can take it, can’t you?”

You didn’t answer, instead balling up the sheets in your fist as he fucked you. To hold him would be too intimate.

He closed his eyes and buried his head in the pillows next to you as he desperately rutted into you, taking it slow to savor every second of blissful escape that your body could give him. You could hear every frenzied noise that escaped his mouth, and you responded in turn, doing nothing to hold back the sounds that rose from your stomach to your throat and passed through your lips.

“Oscar,” you breathed, “I’m close.” With every movement, the knot in your stomach threatened to release, flooding your body with pleasure.

Oscar sped up his pace, chasing his own release more than yours. Still, you broke, coming apart beneath him, shuddering as he continued to press in and out of you.

It wasn’t long until his own moans increased in pitch and intensity, signifying that he was nearing the edge. You rocked forward on him, fucking him as he fucked you, getting him closer quicker. The sweet friction of your bodies was too much; he pulled out and removed the condom, pumping his length furiously. He bit his lip and groaned expletives, cumming on your stomach, painting your skin with the evidence of your lust.

Oscar’s breath slowed as he rummaged around for his discarded clothing, handing you a towel to clean up. As he almost immediately re-dressed, you felt…exposed. Self-conscious. As if this wasn’t your best friend, the man you’d given your virginity to so many years ago.

You felt… used.

Even after you had dressed yourself, and both of you had turned opposite each other to get some rest, the feeling didn’t go away. Because, after all, hadn’t you used him, too?

I know what you want, he had said. You had wanted this—at least, in theory. But now, days after the love of Oscar’s life had left him heartbroken?

No, not this. This couldn’t be what you wanted. But then why had he been right?

Oscar may have said that he wouldn’t regret it, but you definitely were already.

You fell into a tense sleep, only to be awoken by Oscar’s alarm a few hours later. He groaned and slapped his hand over your nightstand to shut it off, grumbling as he turned back over and buried his face in the pillow.

You sat up, giving up on a good night’s rest, and went to the kitchen to make some tea and watch the sunrise from your balcony. You could hear Oscar from the bedroom, groaning as his snooze went off for the second time and he heaved himself out of bed.

You wordlessly handed him a mug and walked out of the kitchen to the balcony. It was too early in the morning; there would be no sunrise for another hour or so. You sighed.

“Aren’t you cold?” Oscar asked as he walked up behind you, mug in hand.

“I wanted to watch the sunrise. Didn’t realize it was still so early.” You took a sip.

“You’ll get sick if you stay out here too long.”

You hummed, relishing the warmth of the mug between your fingers. He was right—it was freezing.

“When are you flying out?” he asked.

“I’m not,” you said, staring off into the water in the distance. You took another sip. “They’ve got that new guy doing the photos this weekend.”

“You should,” Oscar said, walking forward to lean on the balcony next to you. The closeness felt like a mockery after the distance you’d felt hours before.

You let out a chuckle. “I think the new guy probably cried when we told him he’d get to do Japan. I can’t take that away from him.”

“I meant, like, with me.”

It wouldn’t be the first time, nor the last, that you’d gone to a grand prix as a personal guest of Oscar’s. It was something that shouldn’t be weird at all. Then why did it feel so wrong?

“I just…don’t wanna be alone,” he said as he turned his head to look at you, but you avoided his gaze.

‘I don’t know, we’re already behind on the merch orders—”

“You can work remotely.”

“Not from the pit wall,” you said, a faint smile tracing the edges of your lips.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re stubborn?” he teased. A smile came to his lips—the first smile you’d seen in days.

“Never,” you said, your voice dripping in sarcasm.

“Well, if you wanna turn down authentic sushi and seeing your favorite McLaren driver, be my guest.”

You cringed at the reference—ever since Lily had tried to set you up with Lando, you and Oscar had jokingly started referring to him as “your favorite McLaren driver,” even though you both avoided each other like the plague due to the awkwardness of it all.

But authentic sushi sounded great.

“You drive a hard bargain, Osc,” you laughed.

“And I drive an even better Formula 1 car. Which you could see, in Japan,” he joked, tilting his head and raising his eyebrows in that familiar dry expression.

Oscar felt…normal again. And yes, you had been so busy tending to him that you had fallen behind on your work. But it was worth it, to banter with your best friend again, even if only for a moment.

“Fine,” you acquiesced. “You got me. Let me inside so I can pack, it is fucking freezing out here.”

One torturously long flight later, you were checking into a hotel in Japan with Oscar.

Since the trip had been planned so late—your ticket literally bought over the phone in the Uber on the way to the airport—the hotel was fully booked by F1 employees. You and Oscar would have to share a room.

Your stomach sank at the realization, as if you hadn’t slept with him the night before anyway.

Up in the room, as he unpacked a few of his belongings, Oscar’s phone rang. You glanced at the caller ID: Mum.

He saw it too, but ignored it, continuing to set out his clothes for the next morning.

But your phone rang, too, the same name and number, even the same caller ID. Nicole was practically your mom anyways.

“Do you want me to answer it?” you asked, and Oscar sighed.

“I haven’t told her yet.”

“I figured.”

“I don’t wanna talk about it. Not even with her.” He slung a shirt over his shoulder, walking towards the bathroom.

“She’s not gonna stop until she gets one of us on the phone.”

“I know.”

“Do you want me to lie?

“No,” he began. He knew you. You could pull off a small white lie if you really had to, but it tortured you inside. He wouldn’t ask that of you. “I guess… do you mind telling her? I just don’t have it in me.”

“I can.”

“Thank you,” he said, giving you a flat smile, a genuine attempt at thankfulness. You just nodded and took a deep breath as you heard the shower knob turn and water droplets crash against the floor.

You called Nicole back.

“Hello, darling,” she began. “How are you?”

“I’m alright. A bit jet lagged,” you admitted.

“Where are you off to now?” she joked, a smile surely on her face.

“I’m in Japan with Oscar, actually. Kinda last minute.”

“Ah,” she said. “Are you with him now?”

“No,” you lied, unable to admit that you were currently sharing a room with her son. “I can pass it along, though?”

“Oh no, I was just wondering how he was doing.”

“Well, I can tell you, he’s not great, unfortunately. Erm… he and Lily broke up.��

“Oh, God…” she sighed, “That’s horrible.”

“Yeah,” you replied, unsure of what else to say. “I’m not entirely sure what happened. I guess they just weren’t happy anymore. He’s heartbroken, though. So, if it seems like he’s avoiding your calls, that’s why.”

“You know, I figured something was wrong. Things were just…off, when you all were here, weren’t they?”

Your heart rate increased. “Yeah, I guess they were.”

“Can I ask you something, YN?”

“Of course.”

“Did you know anything about this?” Her tone wasn’t at all accusatory or scandalous; as usual, she was kind.

“I mean, I knew they were having some problems. I think Lily wanted them to spend more time together. I never thought it’d end, though.”

Nicole hummed. She knew you couldn’t quite tell her the full truth. There was something deeper there, something from far before your visit to the Piastri family home. She’d get it from you eventually.

‘Well, I’m sure you all are busy in Japan, so I won’t hold you any longer. But tell Oscar I love him and to call me when he’s ready. And I love you too, YN.”

“Love you, Mum,” you said as you hung up the call. Her voice felt like a warm hug through the phone.

As if on cue, Oscar came out of the shower, the white towel wrapped around his waist leaving little to the imagination. He roughly tousled his wet hair in a smaller towel. God, he looked good. If it were up to you, you’d push him back on the bed and fuck him right then and there.

But something felt…wrong. You’d been with him just the night before, but an unfamiliar guilt had made its way inside of your chest and made a home there.

It didn’t make sense. You, not Oscar, had warned against it; he had worn down your carefully built defenses, the ones you’d meticulously created over the years, until no excuse could protect you from the truth anymore. Yes, you wanted him. You had wanted him for years. Every second that he had been with Lily, you had wanted him for yourself.

But you had never done anything about it. Always been respectful, reading the room, leaving when you knew you weren’t wanted. You hadn’t done anything until she finally left—and did you have every right to, then?

You guessed so. Then why did it now feel so fucking wrong?

Oscar’s voice broke you out of your spiraling. “What did she say?”

“She just wanted to check up on you. I told her.” He hummed in response. “She was asking me about it, but I didn’t really know how much you wanted to share. She just said she loves you and to give her a call when you can.”

“Thank you. For… doing that. I’m sure it was awkward.”

“It was fine,” you lied. It had been incredibly awkward—you could sense that Nicole suspected you were far more involved in the breakup than you had admitted to being. But was it really your fault? What had you done wrong? You continued, “It’s the least I can do.”

Oscar got quiet then, thinking about what, you’d never know.

“Well, I guess I promised you sushi?”

“That you did,” you replied. You were more thankful for a break in the awkward silence than the promise of dinner.

So you ended up at Oscar’s favorite hole in the wall sushi restaurant in Japan, as if nothing in the world was amiss.

Still, the feeling of something being deeply wrong, though now shoved to the back of your mind, wouldn’t leave you alone. It was odd—there had never been an F1 race in which Oscar and Lily weren’t together. Of course, she couldn’t come to every race, and with you working for him, you often ended up in positions similar to this.

But it felt like your entire world had been tinged a bizarre shade of blue, like Lily’s absence was a grief that you felt too, though you two had never been particularly close. And if you could even feel this crushing weight of her absence, you didn’t even want to begin imagining what Oscar felt.

So, you’d have to excuse the awkwardness, the quiet moments, and even his concerning desire for you last night. He must be losing his mind.

All of this, while also attempting to keep up the appearance of normalcy; he snapped a photo of you throwing up a peace sign and posted it to his close friends story, playing as if nothing was amiss.

As you ate, his phone vibrated. A message from Lando.

Oh, you all didn’t invite me? I see how it is.

The message, dripping with Lando’s usual cocky sarcasm, was typical of the Brit. On any other day, Oscar would have smiled to himself and playfully rolled his eyes at his teammate’s antics. Today, though, the message only brought forth a flood of frustration.

In the midst of Oscar’s heartbreak, something darker had been brewing; a championship battle.

He knew it was too early in the season to call. It was only the third race, and McLaren was known for the teamwork between himself and Lando. But Oscar was nothing if not competitive. You had to be, to get this far in F1.

His legacy so far has been polite teamwork. Papaya rules, or whatever the fuck the strategists wanted to call it. Getting gifted wins by Lando or giving him the wins that Oscar rightfully deserved—he was willing to do it, of course, for the team. But he couldn’t be sidelined forever in favor of the golden boy of Formula 1.

So Oscar knew that this would be his season. Lando had a close call in the 2024 season with Max Verstappen and was being hailed as the favorite for this year’s championship. But Oscar was determined. Oscar had nothing left to lose.

He was getting that championship if it killed him. And that meant that there was no more room for friends.

Oscar opened the message, just to get the notification bubble to go away, annoyed by the friendly pestering of his competitor. He left Lando on seen.

But Lando wouldn’t let his teammate get away from him that easily.

“Hey, Oscar,” he yelled ahead of him, as they walked into the paddock the next morning for media day. “Morning, you muppet,” he said, playfully clapping Oscar on the back.

“Morning,” Oscar murmured.

“Tired?” he asked. Oscar nodded. “Well, makes sense, because you were so busy going out without me. And then you had the nerve to leave me on read.”

Lando’s tone was clearly playful, but Oscar was still having none of it. “We got sushi.”

“Ewww. But as your unofficial fourth wheel, I still would have appreciated an invite.”

“It was just me and YN,” Oscar said, absentmindedly fiddling in his bag for his ID. He had truly been tired—too tired to really organize his bag before he left the hotel this morning.

“Ah. Well,” Lando smiled, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck, “wouldn’t want to interrupt that.”

Oscar looked up, making an unamused face at Lando. “What are you saying?”

“What? I know a side chick when I see one. But that’s none of my business, I know when to keep my mouth shut.”

Oscar yanked his pass out of his bag, zipping it up aggressively. “YN isn’t my side chick.”

“You’re in a sour mood. Did you not sleep well or something?”

Oscar wanted nothing more than for Lando to leave him alone. “No, I didn’t. Lando, you know we’re not friends, right?”

“Sure we are.”

“Outside of the track, maybe. But I’m here to beat you. Not invite you out to sushi.”

“Oscar, you’ve got to relax. You’re letting all this get to your head, mate.”

“I have somewhere to be,” Oscar said, abruptly ending the exchange there.

Lando wasn’t offended. He knew that when stakes were high, you said things you didn’t mean—God knows he had done that himself too many times to count. Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something beyond just the stresses of Formula 1 racing that was causing Oscar’s hostility.

Contrary to what one might think, Oscar was actually very easy to read. And it hadn’t exactly been top secret that he and Lily were having issues. Maybe Lando had just hit a nerve with the implication that Oscar had been unfaithful.

But was he so wrong? To any outside viewer it seemed plain as day that there was something between you and Oscar that Lily seemed in denial about—at least, she had been, until Lando was caught in the crossfire during the Italy trip.

God, the Italy trip. He cringed just thinking about it. Even after clearing the air with you, he just felt so…disgusting. Not at you, but at himself, the way he had dismissed you as if you were meaningless. But what else was he meant to do, when Lily had pushed you far beyond your comfort zone, and he knew you didn’t want anything like that with him?

He hoped that you wouldn’t hold it against him. He certainly wouldn’t hold whatever Oscar was dealing with against him.

And that was fortunate, because Oscar’s foul mood followed him throughout the day, and into the next morning too. It was like the Aussie was followed by his own personal raincloud of annoyance, unable to escape his own thoughts.

He was quickly learning that, even at Formula 1 speeds, he couldn’t outrun his heartbreak.

But it wasn’t sadness that he felt. It was anger. It was determination. It was a giant fuck you to everyone and no one in particular. Gone was the polite cat, the veneer of civility and sportsmanship. He needed to win, just to feel something again.

Sessions one and two of free practice seemed promising. The third session was even better.

But before qualifying, he felt that now all too familiar feeling bubbling up within him. The pressure to perform.

He needed to get pole. He needed it.

In the paddock, he passed the commentators box. He could hear them talking about him.

“For this afternoon’s qualifying session, all eyes are on Oscar Piastri! The McLaren driver had an amazing 2024 season, and so far this year, he’s already clenched a home win. But, somehow, he has never secured pole position at any Formula 1 Grand Prix qualifying session, only having done it for two sprint races. Compared to his teammate Lando Norris, who has historically dominated qualifying…”

He couldn’t listen any longer.

He stomped back to his driver’s room, the words spinning in his head. It wasn’t just the commentators. It was Lando, it was the crowds, it was Lily.

No. Not now.

He grabbed his phone and sent a text.

You were oblivious to all of this, having spent Thursday and Friday in the hotel catching up on all your work that couldn’t be ignored for any longer. You’d come to the track today to support Oscar, and to help the new guy, who you had quickly realized most definitely wasn’t ready to be working an entire grand prix weekend on his own.

But as you once again reminded him of the most basic functions of spell check on Instagram captions, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. A text from Oscar.

Come to my room.

A second message.

I need you.

You felt your heart drop. Even if you didn’t know the details of what exactly Oscar was feeling, you could tell that it was slowly eating away at him, making him a shell of his former self.

In the few days since your last night together in Monaco, you had kept your distance, unsure of where you stood since that one regretful night. But soon, you’d find out exactly what Oscar needed from you.

You practically sprinted to his driver’s room, only knocking once before he opened the door, his face just as flushed as yours. He peeked his head out, looked both ways to ensure the hallway was clear, and pulled you by the waist into the room.

He closed the door and locked it.

In one motion, he grabbed your waist, pushing you against the wall and overwhelming your senses with a fierce kiss.

You were left breathless as he refused to let you go, bringing his free hand to your chin to hold you still against him. His kiss deepened, devouring your taste, as if he’d never get another chance again.

When he finally did pull back, you could see his eyes clouded with wanting, looking you up and down like he’d die if he didn’t get more of you.

“Oh, “ you exhaled. “That’s what you needed.”

“Is this okay?”

You swallowed back your nervousness at his loaded question. “Yeah. Just wasn’t expecting it.”

“Sorry,” he apologized. “I just can’t fucking drive like this.”

You both held your breath as you heard a set of footsteps approaching, then fading off into the distance.

“We don’t have time. Can you do something for me?”

You nodded at him, your innocent eyes staring at him with anticipation. God, you were fucking perfect. And he was going to ruin you, right here and now.

“On your knees,” he commanded, and you obeyed.

He gently pulled your hair back before wrapping around his hands in a fist, pulling you back to look at him. “You’re so good for me,” he cooed.

But that was the end of his gentleness. He was going to prove to you how much he needed you.

You started slow, taking as much of him into your mouth as you could, sinfully dragging your tongue along his sensitive tip. But there was no time for teasing.

He held your head and pushed into the back of your throat, letting out a soft, low groan as the blissful feeling of your lips around him.

“That’s it, love. You can take it, right?” he teased, and you let out a muffled “mhm” as an answer, your mouth being preoccupied with much…bigger things.

“Yeah, you take me so well, you’re so good for me,” he said, pushing your head back and forth to guide your rhythm. “Like you were made for me.”

You couldn’t help the gagging noises that came out of your mouth as you pressed your hands into his thighs for support. He hit the back of your throat, and you felt your eyes roll back from the relentless pace.

“Good little whore,” he said, his voice wavering from pleasure. “Letting me fuck your mouth in public, whenever I need it. God, fuck—”

You dug your nails into your thighs as you took every inch of him one last time, until you felt the sweet stickiness of his release coating the back of your throat. He let out one final groan as he let down your hair and fixed his race suit.

You swallowed and wiped your mouth as Oscar leaned down to kiss your cheek, an odd tenderness after the intensity of your encounter.

“I’ll see you back at the hotel, yeah?” he asked, and you just nodded as he walked out the door.

You watched from inside the paddock as Oscar got his first pole position.

Neither of the McLaren boys won the grand prix, though. Max Verstappen, in usual fashion, had to remind everyone who was the 4 time world champion and who were the two children in comparison, fighting over the shiny toy of a trophy.

A double papaya podium was good, though. That’s what you thought, at least. You’d hadn’t talked racing with Oscar in a while, knowing that it caused him more harm than good to be constantly reminded of the stakes at hand.

But after the grand prix, you couldn’t stay with him for the next two races of the triple header. You had truly been neglecting your work in favor of being there for Oscar, and you needed to focus to catch up on all the beginning of season chaos.

So, having sufficiently trained the new guy to hold down the fort in your absence, you reluctantly went home to Monaco.

But on the road, your absence hit Oscar like a ton of bricks.

He couldn’t focus. He couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t eat. He paced the lobby of expensive hotels like a zombie. Everything was just…wrong.

Oscar had always been the type who didn’t like to be alone. That wasn’t new. But this…thing, that felt like it was tearing him apart from the inside? He couldn’t name it.

You could, though. It was heartbreak.

“I miss you,” he admitted, his voice quiet on the other side of the phone. It was the middle of the night in Bahrain, but you were just laying down for bed.

“I miss you too, Osc, but you’ve got to get some sleep.”

“I can’t. It’s too quiet here.”

“Why don’t you put on some music?”

“It’s just… not the same.”

You sighed, empathetic for your struggling best friend. “What do you usually do when you’re alone on race weekends?”

There had been plenty of weekends where neither you nor Lily were in attendance, but those days seemed foreign to him now. “I don’t even fucking remember.”

“I’m so sorry, Osc. Do you wanna…talk about it?”

He knew the “it” you were referring to. The more accurate pronoun would be “her.”

“No,” he said, the word feeling final and solid. “But has anyone asked about it?”

“No,” you echoed. “You’ll have to tell them eventually. People can tell that you’re not doing too well.”

“Great,” he sighed.

“If anyone asks, I can tell them.”

“Thank you.” He paused. “I think I’m gonna sell the apartment. Get another one.”

“It might be nice to have a new start.”

“Yeah,” he continued, “I just don’t even want to go back there. But I know I can’t keep hogging your place.”

“You can stay with me as long as you need, Osc.”

“I’d rather you stay with me. The guest room is practically yours already, anyways.”

“I could do that,” you said.

“Are you sure you can’t come out for Saudi Arabia?”

“I wish I could. But your fans order too much merch and we’re drowning in orders,” you laughed.

“Good problem to have.”

“Yeah.”

The silence on the lines was thick, an electric current running through the fragile stability of what was unspoken. The breakup, all the emotions he had refused to talk about since it happened, and the…new hobby the two of you had been indulging in. At some point it would have to be addressed.

But not now. Oscar yawned, “This is awful. I’m exhausted all the time but I can’t sleep.”

“I’m sorry,” you said. It was all you could say; it was true.

“Will you stay on the line until I fall asleep?”

“Of course.” You could never say no to him, even though you knew you should be focused on getting your own sleep. It was an unusual power that Oscar had over you; if anyone else asked this much of you, you would have left them a long time ago. But Oscar? You wished that you could do nothing more than hold him until it didn’t hurt anymore.

But, for now, you’d have to settle for talking him to sleep from a few thousand miles away. And, evidenced by his soft snoring, it was working wonders.

In the days before his return, it seemed like Oscar’s anxiety was rubbing off on you, even from so far away.

You couldn’t hardly sleep, always anticipating his call or texts in the odd hours of the night. You settled into an uneasy routine in his absence, your schedule practically becoming his so you were always available to call or watch his races.

On the surface, it wasn’t unusual; plenty of fans woke themselves up at ungodly hours to watch every interview or free practice session. But in light of everything else, it felt like more of a commitment.

And the fact that Oscar wanted you to essentially live with him in his Monaco apartment when he got back? Again, it shouldn’t be so odd. You would live with the Piastri family for months at a time when you were younger and your parents traveled for work.

But you knew this time it was just different. You knew you couldn’t get attached to this new life you had already begun to settle into. At some point Oscar would heal from his heartbreak, and things would go back to normal.

How could life continue as normal, though, with Lily being gone? She was so integral to the fabric of both of your lives that neither of you could imagine one without her in it.

It was this topic that came up the night before the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix, on a facetime call with your best friend.

You hadn’t pushed him to talk, knowing that he’d come to you when he really needed it—and he did.

“I just…I hate being on the road, but I don’t want to go back. Being in Monaco without her just feels wrong.”

“I know. It’s weird for me too.”

“What do you mean?”

“Just, you all were endgame, you know? I never imagined this would happen.”

He hummed, clearly not expecting that answer.

“I didn’t either,” he responded. “I know you said it would get better, but I can’t imagine it right now. How did you do this?”

“You want the truth?” you asked. He shifted in bed, bringing his arms up under his head to lay on them, like a child curled up next to his mother.

“Yeah.”

“I don’t think I ever really loved any of my exes. I was just trying to convince myself that I did.”

“I don’t believe that. Not after how devastated you were when you found out about the last one.”

You huffed at the nickname ‘the last one.’ After you discovered that your ex had cheated on you. Oscar was still so pissed that he refused to call him by his name.

“No, I didn’t love him. I think I was more upset about the fact that I had finally convinced myself that I did love him, and then he did that. I thought it was finally over, like…it was a game I had won. I tried to stay because I didn’t want to start all over with someone else. But I realized it was a waste of time, so I might as well just stay single.”

“YN, that’s…really sad, actually.”

“I guess,” you said, smiling and exhaling. “But you live and move on, right?” Through your screen you saw the faint sheen of teardrops on Oscar’s eyes. You looked away.

You continued, “But it’s different for you and Lily. You all really loved each other. I don’t know how you heal from that.”

“I don’t either.” He sniffled. “You’ve really never been in love?”

“That’s… it’s complicated.”

Even from a screen thousands of miles away, the implication of your statement was unmistakable. But you didn’t want to go there. Not now.

Someday, maybe. Someday you would be able to tell Oscar directly to his face that you had been in love with him for nearly a decade.

But first, he had to come home.

When he landed in the airport in Nice and caught an Uber to his apartment in Monaco, heartfelt confessions of love were the last thing on his mind.

Lando had won the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix. Oscar was now losing.

He couldn’t win them all. It was the beginning of the season. He was going through a rough time. All these excuses swirled around his mind. And that’s what they were—excuses. He hadn’t performed. He needed to be better.

He didn’t want to be better right now, though. He wanted to go home and collapse in his bed and sleep for a week straight. But his apartment would be cold and empty without Lily there.

Well, at least he’d have you.

And since you knew coming back would be hard for him, you had gone out of your way to make his homecoming easier. Using your spare key, you moved a few things into the guest room, did his laundry, lightly cleaned up, and had his favorite dinner set up and ready on the table with a lit candle rounding out the cozy scene.

He thought he might cry tears of joy when he walked in and saw what you had done.

Still, it was…different. When he would come home to Lily the house felt more lived in. Now it was clean and cozy, but too much so, evidence that the once binding force of the apartment’s atmosphere was gone.

He wasn’t complaining though. Few people were lucky enough to come home to a clean home and a warm meal made by someone who loved them. And after the dinner, he certainly wanted to make his appreciation known.

“The least I can do is return the favor,” Oscar said, leaning against the wall behind you as you cleaned up the remnants of the meal.

You playfully scoffed. “Since when do you cook or clean?”

“That’s not what I meant,” he said, wrapping his arm around your waist and bringing his lips to your neck.

“Um…oh,” you exhaled, unsure of what to make of his advance, but nevertheless relishing his touch.

“You’ve just been so good to me,” he whispered in your ear, sending shivers up your spine.

“I’m just…being a good friend.” Your voice was breathy and tense.

“Do you not want to?” he asked, spinning you around to look at him.

“Well I just—” you exhaled, looking away from him. God, yes, you wanted him. Under eye bags and messy hair, depression and vulnerability, you wanted all of him. “In your apartment?”

“Would you rather I fuck you out on the street?” he joked. You would have smiled wider if you didn’t know that he was intentionally dodging the implications of your question.

You couldn’t not bring it up, though. “In her apartment? In her bed?”

Oscar’s expression got colder. “It’s my apartment. She took all her shit and left.”

“It just feels wrong. I mean, Oscar, what are we doing?” You hadn’t intended for this conversation to happen now, but you both knew it was inevitable.

“What we are doing is talking, when there are far better things our mouths could be occupied with,” he answered. “But if you don’t want to, that’s fine.”

He pulled his arm away from your waist and turned away from you, but you couldn’t bear it. The thought of him sleeping alone broke your heart.

So you pulled his arm back and hissed him rough. He pushed you back into the counter, asserting dominance, as one hand came up to wrap itself around your neck and the other snaked its way underneath your shirt.

“Jump,” he instructed, and you hopped up onto the counter and he took off your skirt and panties before spreading your legs apart.

“I owe you one, no?” he teased before his mouth found your clit and sucked.

“Fuck, Osc,” you said, putting a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans.

“Stop that,” he said, pulling your hand down before bringing his lips back down to your pussy.

“Osc, I’m trying to be quiet and you’re making that….very difficult,” you said.

“Quiet? If the neighbors aren’t putting in noise complaints after I’m done with you, then I’m doing something wrong,” he laughed.

You all never made it to the bedroom, too caught up in the moment to even move a few rooms away. He fucked you right there on the counter, whispering filthy nothings in your ear.

“My perfect little toy, aren’t you? Disgusting little girl,” he moaned. “Wanted me so bad you couldn’t even make it to the bedroom. How long have you wanted me to fuck you like this? Days? Weeks? Years?”

You couldn’t even respond, too lost in the heavenly feeling of him filling you with every inch.

“God, you’re fucking filthy. I know how badly you wanted this, for so long. Fuck,” he moaned, “I’ll take care of it now. Just let go, cum for me.”

You obeyed.

But later that night, as he slept next to you, his words haunted you. It wasn’t the degradation—you liked that—but the deeper implication. He fucked you on the counter that he and Lily had once made dinner on together. You slept in her bed, next to her boyfriend. And he knew that you had wanted him so badly for so long. He teased you with it.

But you had never done anything, right? Oscar was right—he wasn’t her boyfriend, he was her ex. This wasn’t her apartment, not anymore at least. She had left.

Then why didn’t the guilt that was now eating you alive leave with her?

That guilt, powerful as it was, wasn’t enough to keep you from fucking Oscar on every surface of that God-forsaken apartment. You both were insatiable, and soon enough, the sounds of your pleasure echoed through every room, every day.

Her counter. Her kitchen table. Her couch. Her shower. Her bed.

The entire place, though now devoid of her belongings, was still Lily’s. And you were defiling it.

But you couldn’t stop. The feeling of Oscar’s hands wrapped around you, his lips on yours, was like a drug. You had waited so fucking long to have him—in every place, in every way. So why did it make you feel like you were going to puke every time you thought about it for too long?

And the question that you and Oscar were still avoiding hung thick in the air.

What are we doing? The unanswerable question still haunted you.

As good as his touch felt, you knew it was wrong. And eventually, you’d have to talk.

It seemed that you weren’t the only one with that question.

After another night tangled between the sheets with Oscar, he checked his phone. A call from his mother. Fuck.

He had been avoiding her for weeks now. He couldn’t do it any longer.

While you cleaned up in the shower, he finally gathered up the courage and called her back.

“Hi mum,” he greeted as she immediately answered.

“Well hello, son. It’s nice to finally hear from you,” Nicole replied, her voice tinged with annoyed sarcasm.

“I’m sorry. There’s just been a lot going on.”

“I know. I talked to YN a while ago.”

“Yeah, I told her she could tell you. She’s, um, been helping me out a lot lately.”

“That’s good. How is she doing?”

“Oh, great,” he said. It was true. Oscar was making sure you were well taken care of, to say the least.

“Been spending a lot of time with her?” his mother asked, bringing his thoughts back down to earth.

“Yeah, she’s been helping me a lot with the apartment. I’m probably gonna sell it, but all the paperwork is ridiculous. I don’t have the time of energy for any of it,” he sighed.

“That’s not what I was getting at, Oscar.” He could hear his mother’s frown through the phone.

“What?”

“You seem to have her around quite a lot for a man who’s newly single, don’t you?”

“It’s not like that, mum.”

“Oscar, do not lie to me.”

He sighed. “God, mum, I am not with YN! I would never do that. She’s just a friend. Besides, I don’t think I ever want to date again.”

From behind the closed door of the bathroom, you heard him. You stopped in your tracks.

Nicole refused to give it up. “I raised you better than this, Oscar.”

“Seriously, mum?”

“Under the assumption that you’re being entirely honest, which I know for a fact you’re not, you know damn well how that girl feels about you.”

“How are YN’s feelings my problem?” Your ear pressed to the bathroom door, you heard every word. You thought your legs were going to give out.

“Son, I know you must be heartbroken. But don’t do that to her.”

“I’m not doing anything. And thanks for asking how I’m doing, mum. A scolding is actually the perfect thing I need after the love of my life just up and left me a month ago.”

“Don’t get that tone with me—”

“I’ve got to go.”

“Fine. Do you think you’ll be able to come home at all before the summer?”

“I don’t know, mum. I’ll call you later.”

The two hung up the call, and you heard Oscar huff as he put his phone back on the nightstand. You didn’t want to come out of the bathroom. In fact, you didn’t even want to be in this apartment, or the principality of Monaco, or on the same planet as Oscar Piastri right now.

But where else would you go? Your own apartment, the one that he had purchased? Back to his family’s house in Australia?

Where else was home?

Once, you had hoped that home would be Oscar’s arms. All you wanted now was to be held by him. But there was never much tenderness from him after your lovemaking. He always just turned over to the other side of the bed and fell asleep.

And that’s what he did now, clearly grumbling to himself about the phone call, though you didn’t say anything about what you’d heard.

You sighed, a noise of frustration rather than contention. Oscar just ignored you.

You grabbed your own phone off the nightstand, hoping to distract yourself in work or endless scrolling.

But while Oscar didn’t want to talk to you, it seemed someone else did. Your eyes glanced over the screen:

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nottswitch · 3 months ago

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sisters bf!theo would so stick his fingers in your mouth while doing doggy to shut you up bc you tried suggesting that you two should stop hooking up when he’s literally pounding into you

꒰ sister’s bf!theo shuts you up when you suggest ending your situationship ꒱

cw: 18+ mdni, cheating, p in v, fingers in the mouth, slight gagging, spanking, mentions of blood, degradation, cursing

a/n: haven’t written in more than two weeks, so forgive me is this is a little rusty, but !!! i missed sister’s bf!theo so much, and my hands have been itching to write some more for the bastard

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it always came in waves, like a tsunami that the coast guard failed to warn about – the scalding hot shame, the guilt you felt whenever you sister’s boyfriend’s cock stretched you out in ways you’d never have imagined if it wasn’t for him. it was wild, the things theo did to your body, making it crave him more and more after every stolen encounter in your room, when your sister wasn’t around – or even if she was, to be honest; in her room, busy with her college homework, or in the shower, unaware of what was happening on the other side of the wall.

but tonight, you were in luck – she went out on a girl’s night with her friends, and theo wasted no time. the second he texted her an ‘i love you, baby, take care’, he was out of the door, in his car, and then, ten minutes later – in your bed. you were on your hands and knees before you knew it, but your face wasn’t pushed into the pillows this time – no, when your sister wasn’t around, theo wanted to hear you. he needed to know how fucked out you were, how good he was making you feel. at the back of your mind, you were aware it wasn’t really about your pleasure, it was much more about stroking his ego, but… you couldn’t bring yourself to care, not when his cock was sliding in and out, making you drip all over your thighs and the sheets, making you–

fuck. why did theo have to leave his phone on the bed, right next to you? did he do that on purpose? you wouldn’t even put it past him. the screen lit up with a notification. a text from your sister, a ‘love you too’, and there it was again – the guilt, the shame, everything all at once, crushing down. theo didn’t even look – he was too busy watching your ass bounce with each of his thrusts, and the screen dimmed in a few moments, untouched and ignored.

"we–" no, you couldn’t string a coherent sentence together, you felt too fucking amazing to think. theo barely heard a word somewhere between your shameless moans, but didn’t pay attention. his hand came down on your asscheek with a sharp slap as he was enjoying the freedom of being as noisy as he wanted. plus, the spanking always made a good job of shutting you up, and he didn’t want you to talk right now – he only wanted the moans and the whimpers.

but for some reason, you just couldn’t let it go. maybe it was because for the first time, you saw the evidence of your sister’s love for theo while he was balls deep inside of you. maybe you’ve just been suppressing it for too long. but when theo’s cock hit your cervix and a jolt of pained pleasure shot through your body, you managed to breathe out: “weshouldn’tbedoingthis.”

“what?”

theo had absolutely no idea what you had just said, because your pussy clenched around him at the same exact moment, squeezing his cock to the point he nearly came on the spot. but he managed to hold off, his hand digging into your ass to steady himself. "the fuck you just said, piccola? why are you even talking?” he muttered in-between breathless pants, his hips snapping to your body with increased speed.

"we shouldn’t–” god, it was hard, talking while you were being railed mindless by a man whose purpose was to stop you from talking. "we shouldn’t be doing… this…” somehow, the words finally came out, followed by another string of lewd, loud sounds from your mouth.

you could hear theo sigh behind you. or maybe it was just a gasp of pleasure, because his thrusts became sloppier, signalling his approaching orgasm. however, just a split second later, your mouth was filled; theo’s fingers were plunged almost to your throat, making you gag – why the hell were they so long, anyway?

"dumb, dumb, dumb.” each word was punctuated by a rough thrust and a slap on your ass. you were tempted to bite his fingers off, but only managed to scrape the skin a little bit. it seemed to turn theo on even more. "can’t believe i hit the dumbest duo in the world. one has no idea i’m fucking her sister right under her nose, and the other thinks i care.”

even his cock rearranging your guts couldn’t stop you from finally sinking your teeth into his index and middle fingers in silent retaliation. theo hissed, but didn’t pull out, even when a metallic tang of blood hit your tongue. you felt a strange sense of satisfaction, knowing you ripped through his skin – at least this way, you managed to get under it.

"you’re just asking for it, aren’t you, piccola?” theo muttered in frustration, realizing he’d have to teach you a lesson and therefore, hold back on finishing. "you’re gonna get it. you’re gonna fucking get it.”

in one fluid motion of his, you were manhandled onto your back, and your legs were flipped over his shoulders. he was clearly enraged, and the previous shame and guilt squeezing your chest were quickly replaced by a sick kind of excitement. you did it.

"let’s fucking pray she doesn’t come back early.”

au. more.

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v3lvieraven · 1 year ago

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𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞

(Riddle, Floyd, Leona, Malleus, Lillia)

Synopsis- reader tends to give really big and tight squeezes similar to Floyd whenever they hug/cuddle/get excited

Warnings- cursing, mood swings (Floyd), accidentally pushing away (riddle)

𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞

•he collared you for the first time

•this didn’t really do shit though considering you have zero magic.

•takes him a second to realize then un-collars you!

•After a few times of him lying through his teeth about not liking it, you figured you should stop.

•But those squeeze times had found their way into his schedule, literally.

•so when you stop squeezing him it messes his schedule up! Which is absolutely unacceptable.

•usually he wouldn’t straight up tell you his feelings but his poor poor organized schedule was falling apart! And all because you stopped the squeezing.

•“Why aren’t you doing the squeeze thing anymore?”

•You opened your mouth to answer but seeing his unusually upset expression you kept it shut

•With a shake of your head you bring him into your arms with a big squeeze.

•”Awww you like my squeezes!”

•”shh… you have three hours to make up to me”

•that meaning he made you squeeze him in bed for three hours (after his already busy schedule)

𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝

•he fell in love the moment you squeezed him.

•obviously it wasn’t as tight as he does it.

•but he still loves it nonetheless!

•he definitely pouts whenever you arnt squeezing him. Which makes it very inconvenient for Jade and you.

•he’s very clingy though, but if he saw you squeeze someone else, even if it was in a friend way. He gets so jealous!

•when you went to give him a squeeze a few hours after he saw it, he probably would yell at you.

•He has really bad mood swings so it’s not surprising but it didn’t hurt any less.

•depending on your personality this could go two ways-

•first way: you give him space

•he would be more aggressive towards everyone at first.

•Azul and Jade had begged you to calm him down but you stood your ground.

•not wanting to cross his boundaries.

•but after he gets his anger out one way or another, he realizes he royally fucked up.

•Definitely starts crying and finds you, drags you into a bed, and squeezes you. VERY HARD.

•ends in you either passing out or he falls asleep.

•second way: you wait like thirty minutes and give him another squeeze

•after about thirty minutes he should have probably calmed down

•other than his pout and occasional muttering he is actually holding onto you for dear life.

•both ways he bites you tho.

𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚

•HE IS LOVIN IT

•When you found him in the botanical garden asleep you thought this was the perfect time to cuddle with him

•momentarily forgetting about your habit

•it woke him up, he probably hisses at you, even when he realizes it’s you.

•Almost shoved you off until he notices that he really likes this.

•often orders Ruggie to escort you to him whenever he is in a bad mood or a squeeze mood.

•I’m gonna be honest I actually can’t imagine if he were to get mad at you for squeezing him, ironic considering his temper

•like Floyd he can and will bite you to get what he wants.

•he flops on top of you often and demands it with light insults.

•Maybe you should try squeezing him whenever he overblots that might work.

•soon finds out he can’t really sleep without the pressure around him.

•one night when you were on a small trip somewhere he couldn’t sleep, so he tried to squeeze himself with his tail.

𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐬

•craves it more than anything.

•please don’t stop. He will actually cry.

•he’s really touch staved, so whenever you show up and squeeze him, he returns the gesture

•thinks of it as a human way of expressing love

•which it is to you.

•he’s so adorable, you can’t understand why anyone is Afraid of him. Of course he can be scary but not to you

•He also cries when you do squeeze him, but out of happiness. So either way, if you do or don’t, he will still probably cry.

•Sebek scolds you a lot because you started this and now he often gets really mad and causes thunderstorms.

•sneaks into your dorm and kicks grim off the bed and onto the couch

•poor grim :(

•Sometimes when he’s had a particularly bad day and he needs to unwind he will come to you. Which usually ends up with him letting out some of his more dragon features.

•Not fully though, unless you are okay with him destroying a bit of your dorm house.

•overall he loves you dearly, wouldn’t trade this for anything at all.

•please keep going!

𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚

•he teases you all the time for it.

•the first time though he was genuinely surprised but wiped that expression off his face VERY quickly

•he sleeps upside down so sometimes he will ask you if you wanna stay upside down with him and do your thing

•most of the time your squeezing sessions will turn into play fight or tickle session instead

•he gets really giddy when it happens

•don’t be fooled though, he will threaten anyone you squeeze.

•also might curse them or something but you don’t need to know that!

•He’s smitten for you though, and even when it sometimes doesn’t feel like it because of his playful demeanor, he truly appreciates these moments with you

•might sometimes mutter things under his breath before he falls asleep in your arms.

• “don’t let me go..”

• “your squeezes are mine…”

•he means the second one in all seriousness though.

•this is one of the most vulnerable times when he is too sleepy to keep his silly facade

•not saying he isn’t silly naturally, but sometimes he covers up his problems with his cuteness or calm demeanor.

•He’s usually not as silly when he’s not with you, but again, sometimes he uses it to cover that he is hurting

•so please don’t call the things he is saying at the moment “silly” because he means them with his whole heart.

•just keep squeezing and reassuring him, and he will open up!

Note- totally not based off the fact I squeeze ppl when I hug/cuddle

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland fluff #twisted wonderland #lillia vanrouge #leona kingscholar #twst #riddle rosehearts #floyd leech #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #floyd leech x reader #Lillia vanrouge x Reader

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xo2dee · 3 months ago

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🗨️ DESSERT

PAIRING: Sylus/(Fem)Reader. WARNINGS: MDNI/18+ ONLY. Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Face-Sitting. WORD COUNT: 2,394. SUMMARY: And what else does Sylus want for his birthday? Of course he wants you to sit on his face.

A/N: his bday memory was so sweet i feel like a freak for this but who gaf. HAPPY BDAY SYLUS

LADS MASTERLIST

Three letters. One word. One syllable. And one definition with one purpose behind it but a multitude of different places to do it. Just one tiny word that had you freezing in your spot and widening your eyes once you realized what Sylus was insinuating.

“Sit.”

If your eyes could’ve bulged out of your head you were sure they did then, a new, horribly embarrassed appearance painting your face at him asking for you to sit on his face. Though as flustered as you were that he said it so indifferently, you couldn’t help that snaking sensation of invigorating thrill over him wanting you to do so. You met his eyes and then looked off around towards anywhere that wasn’t there since he was back to the soul-piercing gaze again, nevermind the fact you were literally hovering your drenched pussy over his face either…

You couldn’t help but to fall back onto his chest, sitting atop all pretty in the lingerie you had bought for his birthday as he rose one lone eyebrow at your sudden shy behavior. It wasn’t like it was the first time for either of you too, and Sylus had spent a generous amount of time with his face in-between your legs, but you’d never actively sat on his face in the throes of intimacy. A cough left you as you looked off the side, slightly confused on why on the night of his birthday he was wanting you to sit on his face rather than get the ride of his life from you, or even getting the best head he’d ever gotten, and you had to stop the goosebumps spreading across your entire body when his rich chuckle vibrated your inner thighs.

“Cold feet?” he asked after a few moments, finger idly drawing patterns into your thighs as he waited for you to gather yourself.

Rolling your eyes you tapped a rhythm onto his chest, “No, just… didn’t think this was what you’d want for your birthday.” If anything, you thought the way he’d been eyeballing you in your dress all night meant you would get your hands on him for vigorous rounds of sex until he was worn down into the mattress, yet he threw you for a loop the moment you surprised him with your lingerie and he only curled an index finger forward for you to wiggle your hips up to his face. That was what had you stumped, and nevermind you were all but dripping waiting for it to happen, you just didn’t know if he’d live the encounter…

“Why not?” His eyes lidded as they trailed up the expanse of your inner thighs and into where your cunt laid shadowed by the negligee, “Everyone wants dessert on their birthday.” He even chuckled at his own (bad) joke, like he was the funniest person to ever walk the planet.

You groaned at the awful joke – nothing but a cornball he’d been all night, “Sylus…”

A sigh swelled the expanse of his chest, his hands moving away from your thighs to instead massage his thumbs into your hipbones. The thick carnality left his gaze for the moment, replaced by genuine interest once he saw the way you were stalling, “What’s bothering you?” he spoke tenderly as he soothed you, and you couldn’t help but feel slightly ashamed for what you were going to say.

Hugging your arms closer to your body, you looked off towards a spot beside his ear as your own began to burn from your shameful admission, “What if… What if I suffocate you?”

There, you said it. And it sounded even worse said aloud, but apparently to Sylus he found the entire ordeal humorous as he began to laugh so hard he began to shake you. You couldn’t help the scowl, playfully swatting at his chest to get him to stop laughing and take you seriously and only achieving in doing so when you closed your thighs enough to where it squished his cheeks together. Ruby eyes squinted at you before he nipped at your inner thigh, his hands sliding back down to your thighs to pull them apart as your body began to raise on its own again.

His chuckle tickled you, using the hold he had on your thighs to slowly rock you back and forth, “It hurts you don’t have more faith in me, sweetie,” he reassured you as he walked you back to hovering directly over his mouth, his face the literal poster of desire if you ever saw it and his eyes pooling with unbridled lust as he eyed the darkened spot of your panties, “I think I can handle Little Miss Hunter sitting on my face. And if I forget to come up for air?” One lone eyebrow arched again, a shrug accompanying it as he hummed, “Well, consider me bested.”

He had a point, and you knew he was right. So really it was your own shameful embarrassment that was holding you back from you both getting what you wanted. And really, what was the difference from the various other times he’d had his nose in your pussy? It was basically the same premise, yet that time… a little up close and personal…

You exhaled heavily as you came out of your thoughts from him softly massaging into your thighs, shifting closer to him as you placed your hands onto the headboard and giving him affirmation, “Okay, just… push me off or something if it gets to be too much.”

“I won’t.”

Before you could ask what he meant and if he meant it about being uncomfortable or the way you weren’t even able to pull your panties to the side or even get them fucking off, Sylus had grasped your waist in a strong grip and pulled you down to sit directly over his awaiting mouth. You gasped as your nails dug into the headboard from his tenacity, the gasp during into a squeal when he full-on pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the material of your panties over your sopping opening before swiping his tongue along your clothed slit and began to suck through them while groaning loudly at the taste of your fluids soaked into your panties.

Your back arched immediately as you felt him huff into your panties before swiping his tongue along you again, another high-pitched whine leaving you before you were able to gather your bearings, “Sylus! At least let me take my panties off…” Oh he was eager for it.

He had the audacity to groan, one hand sliding down your hip as you only lifted up a fraction while the other came to hook a finger into the front of your panties. After pushing your panties to the side far enough for him to seat his mouth back along your cunt, he was already lapping upward onto your slit with just the tip of his tongue to start out with. Your eyes closed as he returned his other hand to your hip, encouraging you to begin swinging your hips atop his mouth and face with his thumb rubbing slow circles into your hip bones to better reassure you. You began to follow along with his movements as you rode his face, his pointed nose better hitting your swollen clit as you moved more.

Your thighs nearly closed on his head again as you dropped one hand from the headboard and coiled a good chunk of his hair into your hand and used the hold you had on it for leverage to move your hips faster along his face and get his nose rub your clit better. The answering result from that was his lips closing in around your folds and sucking hard while you keened and nearly ripped some of his hair out of his head in the process.

He grunted that time from the tug you gave his hair, arching your back further inwards and lolling your head to hazily gaze at a spot on his ceiling once it vibrated into you. Sylus’ tousled hair wisped along your inner thighs as you rocked your hips for more of that tickling sensation and to get him where you really wanted him, his face burying deeper and literally inside of you when your lips began pushing out louder noises.

“Fuck –! Sylus!” Were the first two words you were able to conjure up since you sat on his face, your hand on the headboard returning to scratching at it as you interwove your fingers into the silvery strands atop his head. You heard him groan again, the noise reverberating through your pussy as he curled his tongue along them in every which way to gather as much of your slick as he could to lather it upon his tastebuds.

Your eyes rolled, your hips desperately trying to rock harder against his face for his tongue to push deeper into your cunt and his nose to hit your clit in just the right spot. Your hand on the headboard had moved to fist the sheets next to his head to anchor yourself as you began to tug and pull as much as you could for how your mind was beginning to spin into dizziness and your legs were beginning grow weaker as the seconds passed both of you. Your anxiety was gone then, a fleeting thought to criticize yourself later for even being worried in the first place retaining to what he was doing and the knowledge that he liked it.

The amount of loud moans he was pulling out of you was downright sinful, your grinding picking up as you tugged his hair hard enough to lift his head a fraction and have that pointed tip he possessed on his nose slide right along the perfect spot atop your clit. He groaned loud into your sopping cunt then, making you clench hard around his tongue while your eyes fluttered shut when the vibration of it expanded out from inside of you and tingled up towards your clit while your fingers tugged harsher onto his hair to get another delicious moan from him to echo into your pussy.

Your muscles felt practically useless and the noises you were producing growing louder as his enthusiasm grew tenfold when his hold on your waist doubled down to almost bruising and you started to hear his breathing become labor. He was getting off to again just as much as you were, and the thought sent a hard curl downwards to where your anticipated release grew rapidly and out of control.

You were close.

It was debauch in the way you desperately chased after your release in the form of freely fucking his face while he didn’t seem to mind that you were using him so greedily, his own gluttony showing in the way he was eagerly rolling and twisting his tongue about your pussy and teetering you down to come undone around the appendage again.

You jerked at his hair and shook your head when you felt the quivering of your legs increase, “Sylus, I’m so close, please –" you broke yourself off with another whimper as the only answer he gave to that was to pull you impossibly closer, hands sliding up once to fondle your tits in a squeeze before he smoothed them back down your abdomen and let one fasten atop your thigh in a hard grip as the other hand trailed further down to let the pad of his thumb rub away at your swollen clit in fast tight circles.

You moaned his name again in a wail, your eyebrows furrowing with sweat beginning to line your brow as the combined factor of his tongue-fucking, clit rubbing and your grinding was nearly too much for you to bear. The thought had you unraveling at a devastating pace, your eyes rolling back into your head as Sylus’s tongue slithered out of your pussy and his hot breath sifted across your thighs and opening before he was latching onto your cunt in a kiss with a breathless moan as he ran the fat on his tongue in quick licks to pull you down further down into ecstasy.

“Sylus –”

Your hips rolled faster, harder.

Sylus’s tongue licked and sucked faster, harder.

Another loud groan vibrated your entire cunt and your thighs constricted more around his head as they began to roughly shake with another pornographic moan falling out your mouth. The pressure in you was too large to ignore then, spine tightening as you sought relief for it and when Sylus’s thumb returned to rubbing harsh circles into your clit and his tongue wiggled along your opening teasing it and you could feeeeeeel –

You didn’t get another chance to warn him when the coil inside of you broke free and your cunt clenched harshly around nothing and you felt that pressure flood out of you tenfold and all into his awaiting mouth.

All the tension inside of you sprung forward like a geyser finally erupting from underground. The cry of his name (you were sure all of the N109 Zone probably heard) with your head thrown as far back as you could get it earned you another groan from him, albeit that time louder than he had been doing as it morphed into a softer moan whenever he got the full visceral taste of your cum pouring straight into his mouth and onto his tongue that he absolutely devoured. Your thighs were shaking hard around his head, and your toes had curled so hard and fingers had pulled at his hair so roughly once more to help you ride out the harsh orgasm while he slowed his rubbing onto your clit to soft massaging to help you float back down out of post-climax clarity.

You slid off of his face after a few moments, completely boneless as you flopped down to lay atop his panting form and only hearing his breathless chuckle in your ear as you could think of some way you’d get him back eventually. You were too blissed out at that moment, feeling his hand smoother over the back of your head as his lips found your ear with a small nibble.

“I suppose we’ll doing this again. And next time you can sit on my face for hours until I drown – a much better obstacle than suffocation.”

#{🩸} nee fics #sylus x reader #sylus x mc #sylus x you #sylus x y/n #sylus #love and deepspace #lads x reader #lads smut #lads fanfic #lads sylus #sylus smut #lads #sylus love and deepspace #qin che

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