#sent me into a fit of giggles so at least

[dolcecherub]

only girl in the world ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

❀ pairing: oscar piastri x female reader

❀ tags: op81, dirty talk, nonchalant oscar lol, pining, smut, unprotected sex, miami gp, jealous oscar, start of relationship, mild usage of y/n, 18+

❀ yap: this is my first time writing for oscar as well as any f1 setting so lmk any feedback y’all have but i had so much fun writing this and i hope y’all like it!!

❀ very loosely based on the lyrics "I wanna make you beg for it Then I'ma make you swallow your pride," by Rihanna

❀ word count: 6.1k

The paddock was bustling with pre-sprint quali nerves and excitement, the Miami heat beating viciously. You sent a cheerful smile to Ollie, who walked past quickly, seemingly trying to get ready before he got in trouble. You let out an amused huff at the rookie’s antics and continued your way to the McLaren team area. Grabbing a stray biscuit from the various platters set up around the booth, you pulled your phone out from your pocket to check for any new messages or updates. Snacking on your biscuit, you wiped your hands on your jeans, making a mental note to respond to the few brand promotions that had come through.

It had been just over a year and a half since you had joined the McLaren team, aiding with PR and social media management. It was one hell of a journey, but you vividly remember your excitement after receiving the confirmation email that you had gotten the job for McLaren’s social media team. So many weeks of cup noodle dinners and managing marketing for smaller driving companies, but it had all been worth this exact moment. Basking in the sun before the Miami race weekend, working with people who were nothing but welcoming, frankly, it warmed your heart.

You felt an arm aggressively throw itself over your shoulders, causing you to jolt forward a bit in shock as you turned to see who it might be. Seeing Lando’s beaming smile staring down at you settled your nerves as you returned a grin. “Hi Lando, how was your week?’ You asked, placing a hand on his back in a friendly manner. You had grown quite close with both of the McLaren drivers, being able to have hours of laughter with Lando. Setting foot on the Formula 1 scene, similar to when Oscar had, allowed you two to grow close as well; however, he was far less touchy than Lando, less chatty, and less expressive. The more you thought about it, perhaps he didn’t actually like you as much as you thought.

You shook your head, ridding yourself of that thought, as Lando responded, “Not bad, y/n, excited for the weekend. Happy to be catching a tan,” He says with a laugh. You snorted, always shocked at how easily Lando managed to tan. It did wonders for him, not that he wasn’t already handsome, frankly, both the McLaren boys were. “I wish I could tan half as well as you do, imagine me all sun-kissed.” You joked, swishing your hair sarcastically as Lando laughed. “At least you’ve got a better tan going than Oscar, man's still as pale as he is in the winter,” Lando jokes, loudly enough that it catches Oscar’s attention from just around the corner of the booth. “Heard that mate, watch it!” Oscar yelled back before returning to his conversation with an engineer.

Oscar was wearing a simple pair of black shorts with the McLaren jersey clinging to his fit frame. His hair sat neatly and soft, freshly cut from what you could tell. His arms were crossed, brows furrowed from the sun as he conversed, nodding along every now and then with a small smile.

It was the first time you had seen him this weekend, and your breath hitched a little, something that became increasingly common as you saw in the last few months. You’re not quite sure when it began, presumably sometime at the end of the 2024 season. You recall the end of the 2024 season, although neither driver had won the championship, McLaren itself winning the Constructors’ Championship called for celebration. Watching calm and collected Oscar drunkenly ramble and giggle to Lando seemed endearing. His cheeks flushed at his intoxication and warmth in the air, hair tousled from trying to keep it out of his face. He looked beautiful, you thought, nursing a drink. You locked eyes with Oscar as he slung an arm around Lando, shooting you a winning smile, lopsided and sheepish as he winked. Since then, you’ve been a lost cause. Stealing glances at him around the paddock, cheering a little louder when he wins a race, feeling your heart speed up when he’s in high-stress situations. It needed to stop, this infatuation needed to be dealt with before it became too much. Of course, Oscar wasn’t interested like that. Just friendly.

You returned your attention to Lando and continued with light conversation before both the McLaren boys were swept away for pre-race interviews. You checked your wristwatch, seeing the clock push just over 4:00 as the drivers began making their way into their garages and putting on their suits. You chatted with another crew member moving towards the garages yourselves, as media teams bustled around the booths.

Your eyes landed yet again on Oscar, pulling on his black balaclava, biceps bulging as his race suit hung folded off his hips. You felt your heart speed up at the sight, his muscles rigid through his clothing. Your mind drifts to the thought of your nails scratching down Oscar’s back or grabbing his biceps as he hovers over you. You hadn’t realized how long you had been staring till his eyes caught yours, dark and focused. You looked away quickly, cheeks surely flushing pink as you tried to resort to casual conversation elsewhere.

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Sprint qualifying was definitely one for the books. You felt quite happy for Kimi and were excited for the McLaren drivers following. The hour following sprint qualifying was filled with interviewers hounding Lando and Oscar while attempting to update the media for McLaren accounts themselves. Excitement flowed through you at the liveliness of the Miami weekend, and you had high hopes for the boys this weekend.

You heard your stomach growl loudly, departing with the team begrudgingly as another team member insisted they would be able to finish up any media engagement necessary. Walking back towards the hotel, you pulled out your phone, checking any notifications before mindlessly scrolling through stories.

Dinner was short and sweet, chowing down a hearty bowl of pasta and nursing a glass of red wine from a local restaurant neighbouring the hotel. The walk back was beautiful, lights lining the streets and palm trees as the warm breeze comforted your skin, salt in the air heightening your senses.

Entering the hotel lobby, you headed towards the elevator, brushing your fingers through your hair, detangling any knots. A ding notified you that you reached your floor. Walking out, you fumbled around in your bag for your key card, walking towards your room. You heard footsteps approaching and looked up, catching sight of Oscar leaving his room, conveniently next to yours. You flashed him a smile as he glanced at you, returning the grin. The distance between you two grew smaller as you spoke. “Congratulations today.” You said to him, pausing in front of your hotel room. “Thank you,” He said, voice low and appreciative. The air seemed tense as your nerves settled. You fumbled to regrab your key card before facing the door. “Hopefully tomorrow’s even better, I’m expecting it.” You joked, flashing a small grin as you grabbed the door handle, turning your head towards him. He smirked, letting out a small chuckle, and you felt a sense of accomplishment. “I’ll do my best for you, yeah?” He teased back, your heart speeding up at his tone. You swiped your key card, turning the handle and opening the door. “Goodnight, Oscar.” You spoke lightly, sparing him one last glance. “Goodnight, y/n.” He said, walking away towards the elevator.

Closing the door, you bit your lip, dropping your bag near the entrance. You shook your head. You couldn’t possibly be smitten by such a short interaction with a man who surely didn’t think twice about you. Grabbing a pair of pyjamas, you snuck in a quick shower, and prepared yourself for bed. Climbing into bed, you set an alarm for the morning before cozying up and drifting off to sleep with the smell of salty air.

☆.｡.:* sunday - race day ☆.｡.:*

Saturday had gone well for the team, the McLaren boys scoring a double podium on the Miami sprint. You remember cheering loudly, seeing Oscar send you a grin following his podium. You giggled at the subtlety of it and continued celebrating the extra points. Race qualifying had ended well for Lando and a little less exciting for Oscar, but still great overall, sending them both a thumbs up in passing as you were whisked away into posting and media management with the team.

Sunday was going well so far, pre-race nerves definitely settling into some drivers despite the excitement of Miami. Engagement was fantastic, better than it had been in months, at least you were doing your job right, you thought sarcastically. Clouds had begun moving in but you had hoped they would split and avoid any rain and dangerous conditions.

The race itself was nerve-wracking and exciting, watching Oscar overtake Max with such confidence was riveting. The cheers from the paddock were undeniably loud as Oscar and Lando finished the race with yet again a 1-2 double podium. The Miami weekend had been a wonder for the McLaren team, and the team was bound to want to celebrate the wins. Interviews ensued with posts making appearances from all teams and drivers. You let out an embarrassing snort watching Oscar attempt the griddy, fulfilling his promise to Justin Jefferson. You were certainly going to tease him about that later.

As the excitement settled, you heard chatter of the team deciding where and how to celebrate the double 1-2 podiums and points from the weekend. Leave Miami with a bang. You snuck away into a more secluded section of the paddock, sipping water as you scrolled your phone, needing some time away.

“Did I meet your expectations?” A familiar voice teased. You felt the presence behind you as you shivered slightly despite the warm air. You turned slightly, causing your body to lean into his. Sending a teasing smile back, you spoke, “I’d say so, Osc, congratulations, especially on the three in a row.” Although it began teasingly, you were sincere in your praise. His smile softened, eyes fluttering happily. “Thanks,‘ppreciate it.”

“Gonna come out and celebrate with us, hm?” You asked, hopeful, eyes running over his face as he looked at you. “Yeah, probably gonna jump in the shower first, but might as well celebrate such a good weekend in Miami.” He chuckled out, a low rumble that warmed your chest. “Perfect, I’ll see you out then.” You winked, gaining a surge of confidence before walking away back towards the larger team huddled up.

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You bent over the bathroom counter, bringing your face closer to the mirror. A brown lip liner steady in hand as you lined your lips. You had tugged on the singular party outfit you had brought for the weekend, a simple navy lace top paired with a denim mini skirt. You layered necklaces and bracelets to accessorize a bit while keeping the makeup a bit simpler, with smoky liner and a dark lip. You had left your hair as it naturally dried, touching it up a little with your fingers. Another one of the girls on the team had lent you a pair of black knee-high boots, claiming it would complement the outfit perfectly. You had to admit it made your thighs look killer. Applying a bit of gloss and spritzing perfume, you grabbed your essentials before heading out of the room.

The team had decided on a club just a few blocks away from the hotel, making transport quite easy. You laughed with the team, enjoying the relaxed vibe compared to the intensity of the weekend. The club was busier than you had expected, but you had immediately spotted Lando near the bar. Walking closer, you noticed Oscar nursing a drink next to him, laughing at a joke Lando had made.

Placing a hand on his back, you stood a little taller, loudly congratulating Lando on his podium with a smile. He smiles back and offers a shot, which you down quickly, noticing Oscar’s gaze run down your throat as you tip the drink back, eyes dark. Your body shuddered before requesting another shot. Downing that, you returned to a few of the other girls on the dance floor and joined in.

Drinks came and went as you continued dancing, your mind feeling fuzzier. The bass reverberates in your chest, grounding you slightly.

♪baby I’ma say your aura is incredible♪

♪if you don’t have to go, don’t♪

Hands brushed your waist as you pulled yourself closer to the body, feeling drawn to the warmth, mind fuzzy with need.

♪do you know what you started? I just came here to party♪

Pushing yourself back against the body, his hands grabbed your waist, slowly sliding further down towards your hips. You reached a hand up, grabbing his neck, back flush with his chest as your head lulled back a bit.

♪but now we’re rockin’ on the dance floor, actin’ naughty♪

♪your hands around my waist, just let the music play♪

Swaying your hips, you spun your body around, arms going up around his neck as his hands tightened on your hips, chests pressed flush together. For the first time, you can see the face of the man you’re dancing with. He was handsome, slightly taller than you, with blue eyes intent on your face as his blond hair dropped in strands over his forehead.

♪we’re hand in hand, chest to chest, and now we’re face to face♪

You bite your lip as his eyes follow the movement, eyes alight with desire. You continue to dance with him as he leans his head down, mouth close to your ear. You glance over his shoulder, his chest incessantly pressing against yours, as your eyes lock with Oscar’s a few feet away. His expression is neutral, but you see his jaw tick as his eyes zero in on the man's hands. The man is whispering something to you, and your body shivers. Not from what he had said, but rather how Oscar was looking at you.

“...d’you say?” You heard the man ask, not quite catching the first part of his question. “Sorry?” You said, breathlessly, bringing your attention back to his face. “Really are drunk aren’t you babe,” He teased, your mouth souring at the nickname. “Asked if you wanted to leave this place.” He reiterated, his hand grabbing your ass as he smirked. You slid your hands off his shoulders and took a quick step back, stumbling slightly. Shaking your head, “No, I-I’m good, thanks.” You hiccuped out, he rolled his eyes, hands pushing you off, suddenly offended at your reaction. Clicking his teeth with his tongue, he walked away towards the bar. You felt a sense of relief at his reaction, grateful it wasn’t worse.

Your eyes followed him, noticing a lack of Oscar near the bar. You scanned the club, trying to find him and failing. You took a breath, your head feeling dizzy from the drinks, as you decided it was probably time to head back to the hotel. Leaving the club, the fresh air did well to steady the fuzziness a little as you stumbled back towards the hotel.

You rummaged through your bag for your key card as you rode the elevator. Reaching your door, you swiped the key card and tried turning the handle. A red flash appeared, signalling you to try again, and so you did. Again, the handle refused to turn. Frustratedly, you tried again, swiping the key card slowly before jiggling the handle angrily. Your toes slightly hurt from the boots, your mind still a bit blurry, but far more sober than before. You let out an annoyed huff as the door swung open. You took a step back, eyes widening, your head whipped to the next door, and you read the number, realizing you had been trying to open the wrong door. Your head turned back to the person who opened the door.

Of course. It was comedic, really.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, voice low and seemingly tired. “Sorry, I didn’t realize I-,” You stuttered, cheeks flushing a bit in embarrassment as his arms crossed over his chest. “Congratulations today, you were incredible out there.” You spoke truthfully, unsure of what to say.

“Like you actually care,” He scoffed, grabbing the handle to the door. Your brows furrowed at his words. What was he talking about? “Seemed quite busy celebrating my win.” He said sourly. “What are you talking about?” You asked, confused.

“Surprised he didn’t come home with you.” Pondering for a second before it clicked. He was talking about the guy from the club, “We were dancing.” You laughed out, smiling. “You were all over him, enjoying yourself.” Oscar’s expression was stone-cold. “And you looked like a child sulking in the corner.” You snapped, “So I guess we both saw what we wanted.”

That hit, jaw clenching as he looked away. You took a step forward. “Why do you care who I spend my time with? You can’t spend all season avoiding me and acting like I don’t exist, and then get jealous over me. Who do you think you are?” You snapped, cheeks flushing with anger.

He ran a hand over his face, exhaling. You kept going, your thoughts spewing out at a mile a minute. “I’ve been nothing but nice to you all season, I’ve tried to get along with you, and you look like you want nothing to do with me. So what!? You basically avoid me all season til some guy puts his hands on me an-”

“Fuck’s sake, I like you!” Oscar exclaimed exasperatedly, interrupting your tangent. It was like a bucket of ice water showering your body. Your mouth shut quickly, opening again to say something, but no words formed.

“I- fuck, forget it. You’re drunk.” He ran a hand through his hair, tousling the already messy locks.

“I’m not, not like I was.” You emphasized.

“Go back to your room y/n,” Oscar spoke sternly, looking away.

“Did you mean it?” You asked, your voice quiet compared to your outburst. He stayed silent, eyes scanning your face as your heart dropped to your stomach. You bit your lip nervously, his eyes following the movement wantonly.

You took a breath, lowering your gaze. “Either you tell me you meant it and say it again, or I leave and we never have to talk about this again.” You posed, his eyes locking in on your eyes.

His silence is your answer. You turn to walk next door, chest aching.

It all happens quite fast.

Oscar grabs your wrist, pulling you back as he steps forward, his lips landing on yours. You freeze up for a second as his lips move. Dropping your purse, you stand a bit taller, wrapping your arms around his neck, reciprocating the fervour of his kiss. His arms snake around your waist, leaning into the kiss as if he’s been starved. His teeth nibble your bottom lip before his tongue pokes out, running over your bottom lip, soothing the bite.

You pull back from the kiss, letting out a sigh, his face still close to yours. His cheeks are flushed as he catches his breath, leaning his forehead on yours and closing his eyes. You can hear your heart pounding in your ears.

“Osc…” You whispered, his arms pulling you impossibly closer as if you'd disappear.

“I’ve liked you since my first grand prix win, when you yelled louder than anyone on the team and raced around the paddock congratulating and thanking everyone.” Your breath hitched, the 2024 Hungarian Grand Prix, which was months ago. He ran his tongue over his lips, eyes opening to catch yours.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked breathlessly, not wanting to break the intimacy of the moment.

“What could I have said? you’re on the team I didn’t wanna ruin anything, and surely you’re going to regret this in the morning so actually I’ve just fucked everything.” He rambled. Your heart leapt, his usual calm and collected demeanour replaced by one of vulnerability. Your heart ached with excitement.

“So you were avoidant and acted like a dick because you liked me?” You laughed out, finding the mere circumstance of it outrageous. He nodded solemnly, “You’re such a boy!” You teased, turning around and shutting the door to the hotel room with a slight slam. His arms tightened subconsciously.

“I’m not going anywhere, Osc, I promise.” You placed a light kiss on his cheek before bringing your mouth close to his ear. “I like you too, you know.” You whispered.

Leaning back, you looked at him, “I’ve thought about you more than I’d like to admit.”

You can see him smirk, finding pride in your confession as your body pressed against his. Although he’s smirking, he still seems shy, “Yeah?”

You nod, biting your lip before placing your lips back on his, missing the feeling. He kisses back with hunger, one hand coming up to cup your face and the other squeezing your hip. You reach a hand up from his shoulders into the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging gently as he groans. His thumb reaches slightly, pulling your chin, your lips parting to allow his tongue to slide against yours. You let out a whimper at the action, scratching your nails lightly against his scalp. His hand slid up your waist, breaching the edge of your top and grabbing you closer.

His lips trailed down, kissing your jaw and down towards your neck, suckling lightly and nibbling while soothing the sting with his tongue, placing a kiss on the mark. He scraped his teeth along your neck, placing soft kisses, his breath heavy as you let out a whine. You toed off the painful boots, pushing them to the side as you lost a few inches in height. Oscar looked at you, lips red and bitten, your eyes were blown out from desire as you tugged his shirt.

“Fuck, y/n. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wanted you like this.” He groaned into your neck. “If we do this, that’s that, I’m not letting you go.”

“Let me be yours, Oscar.” You spoke, tugging at his hair.

It was as if a switch had flipped inside of him, and any restraint he had completely vanished. Pulling back, he nudged your body towards the bed, getting the hint, you walked towards the bed. Oscar walked the other way, much to your dismay, locking the door and bringing your purse closer to the nightstand. The gesture warming your heart despite the frown on your face.

“I’m coming, baby,” He reassured, walking closer and pushing you back onto the bed as you got comfy.

“Not yet,” You joked, giggling as he let out a chuckle.

Oscar hovered over you, hands beside your head, propping himself up, scanning your face, he placed a delicate kiss on your lips. “You’re beautiful.”

Your heart sped up at the compliment, cheeks surely redder than ever before. Your hands reached up to grab his face, one reaching around his neck to pull him closer. He sprinkled light kisses all over your face and a few more on your lips as you giggled, Oscar’s smile wide.

“I hated seeing his hands on you. I wanted to punch him for even looking at you, but how could I blame him? Look at you.” He confessed, eyes roaming over your body, bare thighs suddenly feeling very exposed.

You pulled Oscar down, placing your lips back onto his with a slow intensity far different from before. He licked into your mouth, tongues tangling together with hunger. Want filled your body as your hand wandered over the expanse of his chest, the other tugging his hair, his teeth tugging your lip. Your hand reached the edge of his shirt, pushing it up and feeling his abs as you whimpered. Oscar detaches himself, sitting up a little to throw off his shirt, grabbing the edges and pulling it up over his head before dropping it somewhere off the bed. Leaning back down, his hand slid across your waist, gripping your hip, your hands sliding across his chest and back up into his hair.

His lips crashed onto yours, hot and hungry, tongues sliding together. Tugging his hair, you lifted a leg onto his hip, pulling his body closer to yours.

Oscar groaned when you tugged on his hair, his body responding immediately, his hips involuntarily grinding into yours.

He groaned again, the sound low and primal as he felt you whimper against his lips. He wanted to make you squirm and whine like that all night long, he wanted to hear the noises you could make for him. He pulled back from the kiss only to move down to your neck, his lips and teeth nipping your skin, his breath hot against you.

His hand reached towards the button of your denim skirt, tongue still licking over yours. “May I?”

“Please,” You whimpered. Unbuttoning your skirt, he slides it off your legs smoothly, running his hands gently back up your thighs before squeezing, leaning back down to kiss you.

His lips roamed down, hands sliding up the edge of your lace top, pushing it up. You leaned your head back as his tongue suckled another mark onto your collarbone. Your skin felt hot, fire blazing wherever his lips trailed as he peered up at you hungrily. Your hand tangling into his hair, tugging wantingly as he groans against your neck.

He grabs the edges of your shirt, pulling it up and off your body, tossing it to the side carelessly as his mouth eagerly lands on the swell of your breast. His mouth lingers, leaving marks scattered across your top half, his teeth grazing your body teasingly. “Oscar.” You whimpered, breathless as his hand grabbed the cup of your bra, tugging it down, mouth latching onto your nipple. Tongue flicking and swirling teasingly as you writhe, his other hand gripping onto your hips harshly. You let out a moan, back arching as his teeth graze your nipple, tongue soothing the slight sting. Oscar’s hand slides up your hip, past your ribs, towards your back, reaching for the clasp. In one single motion, his fingers flick the clasp open, tugging the straps off your arms and entirely off your body.

“Greedy.” You whispered, Oscar chuckled darkly, his finger brushing over your nipples as you moaned. You can feel his bulge pressed against your thigh, hips grinding into you. Your hands trailed down his body, hand rubbing against his length, Oscar groaning at the contact. Unbuttoning his shorts, you try to push them, fumbling as his mouth continues to roam your body. Placing a gentle kiss on your breast, he stands up, sliding his shorts off the rest of the way before repositioning himself on top of you, lips placing a delicate kiss on your navel.

Oscar’s hands grab your thighs, pushing them apart, placing fluttering kisses on your thigh as you squirm. “You drive me crazy,” he mumbles, leaving sloppy kisses toward your core. He looks up at you through his eyelashes, dark and hungry as he places a wet kiss on your clit over your panties, blushing at how soaked through you are. His hand holds your thigh open, thumb rubbing over your wet heat lightly, making you whimper.

He pushes your panties aside, holding them tight as he licked along your slit. “Hold these to the side for me, baby,” Oscar instructed, voice husky as your hand reached down to hold them aside. His hands left marks at how tightly they were gripping you, your back arching to try and get more of his mouth, you can feel him smirk between your thighs as he places a kiss to your clit and suckling it as you moan. His tongue swirls around, tasting you feverishly.

His fingers slide up, teasing your hole as his tongue teases your pussy, your head spinning at the sensations. “Oscar, please…” You whimpered, hand reaching into his hair and tugging. Oscar slides a finger in, his tongue lapping at you as you whine, loving the stretch of his fingers. He can’t help but grind his throbbing cock into the mattress to relieve the ache, watching you fall apart because of him. He pumps his finger slowly, tongue flicking your clit as you writhe, his groans vibrating into you.

“Can you take another darling?” Oscar asks, checking you’re okay before continuing. Nodding wildly, you beg breathlessly, “Please.” You moan, looking down at him. He slips in another finger, pumping slowly, his tongue lapping greedily around your hole, his nose effectively nuzzling your clit, making your head spin.

“Fuck,” You whine out, a knot building in your stomach, his fingers pumping faster. “Osc-Oscar I’m gonna cum,” You whimper out, feeling yourself nearly come apart. Almost as soon as you said it, his fingers stopped, tongue delivering one last lick. You whined as he pulled away, missing the stretch of his fingers. Your hand slips out of his hair, your body shaking, his eyes running over your body admiringly.

“You taste so good, sweet girl,” He murmurs between kisses, trailing back up your body, finally reaching your lips. He kisses you slowly, letting you taste yourself on his tongue as you clench around nothing. His tongue slides across yours, his cock pressing into your thigh, throbbing.

You trail a hand down his body, scratching lightly before your fingers edge into his boxers, feeling his length. He grabs your legs, pushing them together and sliding your panties off your legs, tossing them aside before doing the same with his boxers, before climbing back on top of you and placing himself between your thighs. You shiver at his hands sliding across your body, one hand tweaking your nipple as your eyes fall to his length. Oscar watches you bite your lip, eyeing his cock wantingly. He was big, and your heart sped up, a little nervous.

His hand slips up, wrapping itself around your throat, forcing you to look back up at him, “You can take it, baby, for me, yeah?” Wanting to make him feel good, you nod, your body filled with desire.

Kissing you once, he smiles down at you, admiring your flushed face and glassy eyes. He grabs his length, pumping himself a few times, spreading his pre-cum down his length. He slides himself between your folds teasingly, coating himself in your wetness as you whimper. He lets go of your throat, placing his hand next to your head and leaning over you as he begins sliding in. Your hand grabs his bicep, the other brushing your breast and teasing it as Oscar fucks in his tip. You throw your leg over his hip, pushing him forward, silently asking for more. He slides in further, a delicious stretch, his eyes following the motion as your pussy wraps around him perfectly.

“You’re so fucking tight,” He groans, head dropping to your shoulder as he slides in to the hilt, hips flush with yours. You slide your hands to his back, nails digging into his back as he pulls out almost completely before sliding back in slowly.

You whimper at the drag, loving how well he fills you. “You take me so well baby, look at you, fuck.” He groans, lips trailing your neck sloppily. His hips speed up, the sound of skin slapping becoming louder as you moan. “Like this pussy was made for me,” Your mind dizzied at how he was talking to you. His hand reached down, thumb rubbing across your clit as he fucked you. His teeth grazed your collarbone, hands gripping your hips, pulling your body into his. He straightens up, fingers digging into your hips as he rhythmically fucks into you before slowly dragging himself out, you whine at the loss.

He grabs his length, slapping his length onto your clit, fucking only his tip into you, lightly teasing you. You whine at his teasing, needing more. “Oscar, please…” You whimper, clenching around him every time he slips in. He savoured the way you begged for him, “Sweet girl, c’mon, beg for it then.” He spoke darkly, revelling in your neediness.

“F-fuck off, you’re playing games, Osc, just keep g-going.” You whined, trying to maintain a sense of pride as he slowly fucked you, teasing drags in and out. “I could stop right now, darling, and you could sort yourself out,” He threatened teasingly, nearly sliding out completely. Your mind went fuzzy with need, swallowing your pride as his lips suckled yet another mark onto your tits. “Please Oscar, fuck I-I please, I need it.” With that, his hips sped up, fucking into you like he craved it.

“Yes fuck oh my god,” You moaned out, pussy clenching around him as he groaned. The sound of wet skin slapping against each other fills the room, feeling naughty. You felt a knot form in your stomach as his tip hit a spot inside of you, making your body convulse. “Fuck right there!” You moaned loudly, his lips falling onto yours to swallow your moans as he continued. “Shit Osc I’m so close, please,” you begged, asking him for release.

“Yeah? Gonna cum for me sweet girl? Look so good like this, your pussy was made for me darling,” Oscar teased, his words making your body flush. Your stomach tightened, clenching around him as his thumb teasingly rubs your clit. His hips continued fucking into you as you came, your body clenching around him nearly blacking out. “That’s it baby, fuck.” His hips faltered a little, feeling you fall apart for him, his cock throbbed, close to his own orgasm as well.

“Gonna make me cum sweetheart? Gonna let me fill up that sweet pussy? C’mon baby,” He groaned loudly, your body overstimulated and tears brimming your eyes, but craving to make him feel good. You knowingly tighten around him as his abs clench, “Please, Osc, give it to me,” You begged, wanting to feel him. Scratching his back, Oscar’s hips stutter as he lets go, groaning as he fills you up, forehead falling to yours. “Fuck y/n… you’re everything., letting me use that sweet little pussy.”

You smile slightly at his words, head dizzy from your release and feeling him fill you up so intimately. He pulls out gently, placing a sweet kiss on your lips, “Sweet girl,” he murmured, slipping out as he watches his cum drip out of your hole in a filthy manner. He grabs your thighs, holding them open, savouring the sight as you flush with embarrassment.

“Fucking hell, never gonna get sick of this,” He groaned, your heart fluttering at the insinuation of staying with him. “I’m gonna grab a cloth, okay, sweetheart?” He reassured, squeezing your thigh gently before getting up and walking to the washroom, grabbing a small towel and wetting it to clean you both up.

As he came back, his eyes landed on your actions, hand between your thighs as you pushed his release back into you before popping your fingers into your mouth, tasting him and whimpering. His eyes darkened, hand grabbing your thighs to clean between them before cleaning himself up as well. “You’re insane,” he teased, tossing the towel alongside his other dirty laundry.

Grabbing the blanket, he pushes it up onto your body before sliding in beside you, arms instinctively wrapping around you, pulling your body closer. You slide a leg up onto his hip, looking at him, suddenly feeling fairly shy.

“You okay?” Oscar asks genuinely. You nod, kissing him lightly, his lips chasing yours for more as you pull away. Your hands lay flat on his chest, and he kisses your face, making you giggle.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about all of this,” He confesses, eyes sparkling in delight.

“Did I meet your expectations?” You teased, reciting what you had said to him after the race. He chuckled at your antics, “Yeah, more than I could’ve ever imagined.” He took a breath before continuing, “and now I get to have you like this always,” He says hesitantly, unsure of your response.

You smile at him lovingly, “Yeah, Osc, I’m here to stay. All yours,” You murmur, heart fluttering at the way he’s looking at you.

“Perfect, don’t think I could take any more time without you,” He confesses quietly, “You’re perfect, only girl that matters.” He compliments, smiling bigger than you have ever seen him.

“You’re cute,” You giggled, hands sliding to play with his hair as his eyes shut, feeling content.

Perhaps everything did work out the way it was meant to.

[yoiisa]

Hiii I love your work and I was wondering if you could write about reader telling her bf about her celebrity crush and they get jealous!! (Ness , rin , sae , isagi)

gotchu bby!! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

➜ alexis ness can be a bit . . . devoted at the least and overbearing at the most ➜ this man was also isagi hater no. 1 because of how much attention kaiser gave isagi so like, if you start gushing about a celebrity all the time, i don't think he'll take it all that well ➜ he won't get like overtly mad or anything about it, but he will sulk in a corner, and you will know that he is sulking ➜ i also think this bitch is like the best at puppy eyes and has mastered a pout that will sent you straight into a fit of cuteness aggression like never before

Your currently the little spoon in bed, your boyfriend draped over your back. His face is buried in your shoulder and his arms are wrapped tightly around you waist. You’re scrolling again on your phone, your for you page on TikTok a blend of brainrot and edits of your fav actor. You scroll through the comments of a particularly nice edit, liking comments like “ ‘Get a load of this guy-‘ IM TRYING!!!” You giggle and that’s when you feel Ness huff against your skin in annoyance. He takes your phone and turns it off, before tossing it behind him. Before you can say anything he cups a hand over your mouth. “I’m your boyfriend,” he whispers and you can only roll your eyes. “I know Alexis.” “You don’t need whatever his name is.” You smile and sigh. “I never said I did.” “You shouldn’t look at him like that when you have me.” “Alexis.” He wraps his arms tighter around you, and you swear if he goes any tighter you won’t be able to breathe soon. You struggle a little in his arms, and he finally releases you. You turn in his arms, your head accidentally bumping his. Ness rubs his forehead as you settle back into his arms, his purple eyes soft and sad. They’re wide and shiny, and he looks so cute like this. You can’t help yourself. You spread tiny kisses all over his face, his cheeks, his nose, his forehead- everywhere. He cuts off your barrage with a kiss on your lips, his mouth soft and gentle against your lips. He takes your hands and holds them in his own. When he pulls away, he kisses your knuckles. “You’re mine,” he whispers. “I’m yours,” you agree. “I always will be.” He finally smiles, staring at you through his lashes. “Good.”

➜ when you show itoshi rin your celebrity crush, he feigns being uninterested so heavily it ends up doing a completely 180 ➜ like this bitch pretends not to care so much that he literally will mutter to himself about how much he does not care ➜ the whole time you're in the corner just trying not to laugh at the goof because rin being jealous is a specific type of unhinged that never gets old

It’s been two hours since you told Rin about the concert of your favorite singer and you walk into the kitchen to find this: Rin cutting apple slices and muttering to himself, angrily. “I don’t even get why she likes him so much, I’m so much better than him. He’s probably all plastic surgery, at least I’m naturally pretty. His voice is probably all autotune anyway, my voice is nice. She thinks it’s nice, doesn’t she? Especially during se-” “Rin!” you call and his eyes dart up to look at you. You walk towards him and take the knife from his hand. He looks down at the cutting board to find that he was cutting the same apple slice over and over and over again, the chunk now a mess of thin slivers. “Are you okay?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. What you just walked in on was immensely funny, but you couldn’t help but worry that your boyfriend was losing whatever of his mind he had left. “Of course,” his voice is clipped. “Why wouldn’t I be?” “. . . Rin the apple.” He clicks his tongue and puts the sliver in his mouth. He pretends to chew it, because genuinely how could he chew something so tiny, before shrugging. “Tastes fine to me.” You sigh and kiss his cheek. You pay the other one and laugh softly. “If you say so. Can we go to that concert then?” His face goes blank for a moment, his brain short circuiting as jealousy overtakes his mind. He nods, but his voice fails him. All he can do is give another apple slice the same treatment as before.

➜ contrary to his brother, itoshi sae is significantly better at hiding his jealousy by just diverting the conversation away from your celebrity crush at every given circumstane ➜ if they're on TV, sae will change the channel, if y'all are walking somewhere together and there's a poster of them hung up somewhere, sae will divert your path so you stay out of its line of sight ➜ and whenever you call him out on it, he becomes the king of gaslighting you, and you end thinking that you are just imagining it all

“Sae are you okay?” you ask as the two of you approach a crosswalk. He presses the button for the walk sign. He turns to you and cocks his head. His brows slightly furrow as he asks, “Why wouldn’t I be?” “You’ve changed the side of the road you’re walking on like fifty times,” you note. “I’m worried.” Sae just stares down at you, his silence becoming more and more unnerving by the minute. Finally, he lifts a hand and covers your eyes. Your lips part as a tiny surprised gasp escapes your mouth, but your breath is quickly stolen as Sae leans down to kiss you. His lips slide against yours softly, gently, and lovingly. You feel his lashes brush his skin and you lift your hand up to his cheek, brushing his skin with your thumb. The truth is, your favorite actor from your favorite drama was popping up on TV screens and billboards from the second the two of you left the house. The show was getting a new season, so it made sense that they were doing a lot of promotion for it, but seriously. Every time Sae saw that actor, he felt a feeling he would rather not unpack right now light in his chest. Kissing you seemed to calm it a little bit though. When he finally pulls back, you smile up at him, confusion in your eyes as you tilt your head. “What was that?” He cups your cheek, brushing the corner of your mouth with his thumb. “Don’t worry about it.”

➜ at first isagi yoichi genuinely isn't affected at all by your crush. ➜ after all, you're a regular person and they're a celebrity. there is like, a 5% chance you'll ever meet them in person, let alone manage to have a meaningful conversation ➜ but then, you do meet the celebrity in person and isagi's brain has to rewire itself ➜ it's tacky and stupid, but he definitely pulls you a little closer and puffs his chest up like a bird in the amazon, trying to assert his dominance over someone who could not give less of a fuck

You couldn’t believe your luck. You just so happened to bump into your favorite model just as you were leaving a restaurant on a date with Isagi. Initially, you’d wanted to leave him be so he could have a fun time off, but the model had caught you staring and waved you over. He was so pretty in person, you couldn’t believe it! You also couldn’t believe the way your boyfriend was acting right now. You’d never pegged Isagi as the jealous type, but from the way he was squeezing your hand right now and the way his muscles were flexed and tensed to look bigger . . . you had no idea what was going on right now. “I loved the way you showcased the 2023 spring collection,” you gush, trying to ignore Isagi’s behavior. “Thank you very much, it was a lot of fun working with that designer,” the model says, rubbing the back of his neck shyly. Isagi smiles tightly, and you swear a vein pops in his forehead. “I was actually quite lucky myself. I managed to snag a piece from the jewelry of that line for her. Most people would think it’s super expensive, but eh. Not for me.” You want to kick him in the dick. The model chuckles and the three of you continue talking before your idol takes his leave. As soon as he’s out of earshot, you look up at your boyfriend. “The hell was that?” you ask. “Why were you so sassy?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Isagi shrugs, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. He leans down and kisses your forehead. “I was just chatting.” You decide to shrug it off after a few more moments of thought and the two of you carry on with your date. Unbeknownst to you, your favorite model had been watching the two of you the whole time after he’d “left” and Isagi was sending the meanest look imaginable at him right now, causing chills to run down the other boy’s spine.

a/n: quick little silly drabbles for my boys mwah!!

[blushydrangea]

tumblr may not be the most popular fandom website anymore but it sure is the funniest, esp when i'm trying to find gifsets of people to reblog and then suddenly i'm hit with [imagine] person x fem!reader (cockwarming + orgasm denial) like oh. okay... thanks!

[hunysckle]

office fit check 🍇🐇✨️

[nanaslutt]

PLEASE write more of geto being a perv🙏🙏

“pt.1” here

Geto x reader, in showing you how sorry he is for being a creep<3

perv!geto is my obsession atm

contains: fem reader, non consensual photography (reader is kinda ok w it), pervy roomate!geto, crack, gojo makes an appearance, talk of gojo wanting reader, sexual tension, cunnilingus, masturbation(geto), degradation, soooooooo much dirty talk, sweet!geto at the end<3

MDNI

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About a week ago you were watching a scary movie with geto on your laptop, drinks placed on the table next to it; dumbly.

So of course when the scariest jump scare you’ve ever seen in your life occurred, your legs jerked into the glass of liquid, spilling it all over your laptop and absolutely ruining it.

“God- Fuck! Noooo! nonono!” you shot up to grab a blanket, pillow, anything, to soak up the liquid, “TAKE YOUR SHIRT OF NOW,” you yelled in a panic to your dark haired roommate, who; you noticed throughout this entire excursion had barely moved a muscle to help, besides the muscles used to laugh at you.

“Babe I hate to be the one to tell you this, but that shit is beyond saving,” he laughed, placing his hand over his chest while he did.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck, I use my laptop every single, and day I absolutely cannot afford to buy a new one right now.” you placed your head in your hands in defeat.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” geto said, at the end of his fit of giggles at your expense.

“Yeah right, ur broke as shit too, that’s why we’re living together.” you said, muffled into your legs as your body had now fully collapsed in on itself.

“Yeah ur right, but that kinda hurts my feelings,” he said, smirk showing through his faux pout, “thought you liked livin’ with me,”

The two of you bickered back and forth for a while. You ended up putting the laptop in a bag of rice; to no avail, it was completely ruined.

Geto had been nice enough to let you use his laptop in the meantime; only when he was with you though, which you found slightly weird but at least you had access to it to some degree.

Right now you had the house to yourself though. Satoru had picked him up half and hour ago, saying something about wanting to try some new coffee shop with word famous sweets; that meant you had free range of his laptop.

You knew how to clear search history, so you would be fine. You just wanted to watch a movie anyways, nothing criminal.

Sneaking into his room, you unplugged the silver electronic, sliding it under your arm as you took it back to your room. Placing the laptop on your bed and getting comfortable against your pillows, you cracked it open, You had accidentally seen him type in his password before, so getting in was no problem.

What was a problem is what was on the screen when the laptop came to life. An entire folder of up skirt panty shots; and not just anyone’s panty shots; they were yours.

Scrolling through the decently filled folder, you noticed ones that dated back months ago. You saw a picture of you laying on your bed, head in your hands while you kicked your feet behind you; the short skirt you were wearing gave geto the perfect view of your unobstructed ass, slight pink peaking between your cheeks.

Other too, you doing more mundane things like sitting on your knees on the barstool you had in the house, poking out your ass, once again giving that dark haired pervert the perfect shot of your clothed mound.

You were almost impressed at how many there were, and how make different angles he was able to get without your knowledge.

Trying to wrap your head around the idea that yes, your sweet roommate who has never attempted to come onto you once, had a secret folder filled with lewd photos of you.

Saving the file, you sent it to yourself. Once you heard the chime on your phone you quickly copied the link, and sent it to the culprit himself, no other message attached to it but the folder alone.

——

“Ummm ooh, I’ll also get the triple chocolate cream filled crepe cake please! What do you want suguru?” gojo chirped.

Geto started at him with disbelief, he had just ordered 5 full size deserts with the longest name he’d ever heard; all sounding like a stomach ache and a half; and they were all for himself.

“Right..uh, i’ll just get the vanilla scone and a black coffee please.” Geto politely spoke to the man taking his order.

Gojo continued conversing with the cashier, finishing up ordering any last minute items and paying.

Geto felt his phone buzz in his pants, checking it quickly while gojo finished up the interaction; both of them starting to walk to booth in the corner of the cafe.

Suguru’s heart sank to his balls when he opened your message. He knew you were mad too, because you didn’t say anything else other than a link to his private folder of your panty shots. “Fuuuuuuuuuck haha,” geto laughed, hand coming up to cover his smirk as they slid into the booth.

“Huh? let me see, what happened?” Gojo nosed, trying to peek over the table at geto’s phone when he noticed it was the source of his distress.

“I might have to sleep at your house tonight, maybe for the rest of my life I don’t know.” he said, hand dropping back into his lap as he shut his phone off.

“Did you forget to do your dishes or somethin’?” he asked, knowing how angry you got at Geto when he didn’t pick up after himself.

“Yeah maybe, or maybe my roommate just found the upskirt pics i’ve been taking of them for the past couple months.” he giggled, slight remorse in the back of his head. Not from doing it, but from being caught.

Gojo’s jaw dropped, covering his own mouth as he let out a boisterous laugh. “Hahaha oh man, you really are fucked.” the blonde slapped his own knee, “I’ll let you co-sign my lease tonight,” he said, scared that if suguru went home, he might actually get murdered.

Geto kicked satoru’s shin underneath the table, making him wince. Their giggles died down at geto’s misfortune after awhile. “So..” gojo started, “Yer’ gunna let me see the pics right?” he asked, “Already hurt you didn’t tell me about this,” he pouted,

“In your fucking dreams satoru,” geto snorted. He already saw the way gojo looked at you when he was over, always making passes at you and touching you any chance he got.

He would be damned if his bestfriend got his hands on you before he did. “WHAT???” gojo yelled a little too loud for the tiny space they were in, resulting in him getting shushed by geto, “pleaseeeee, I know how good you are at taking pictures I bet they’re soooo gooood.” gojo wined, crossing his arms on the table and laying his head against them.

“Keep dreaming satoru.” he laughed. The whine haired man kept his pouting up for awhile, calling Geto selfish and unfair, his sorrow immediately being forgot about when the massive tray of his deserts finally came out.

——

When you heard the front door to your shared apartment finally crack open open a couple hours later, you were in your bedroom.

His laptop had been tucked away in your bedside table in confiscation, while you awaited with a racing heart, for him to knock on your bedroom door.

You heard him place his keys on the table through the thin walls, then you hear his heavy footsteps as he starts to make his way to your room.

The air was still when the footsteps came to a stop in front of your door. You were feeling a lot less confident than you were before he got here, now the thought of confronting him made your mouth feel dry; heart beating out of your chest.

Finally, the knocks were being rapped on your door, you swear you died for a second when you heard his familiar voice call your name, followed by him asking politely if he could come in.

"Its open," you yelled back. When the wooden door creaked open and his frame came into view, you had to fight off all the neurons in your brain telling you to look away from his hooded eyes.

You felt like you couldn't breathe, the tension in the room was so thick it could be cut through with a knife. You had no idea why, but the current situation was admittedly arousing.

You stayed silent for a while, just staring at each other, neither one of you daring to break eye contact first, "So? What do you have to say for yourself?" you asked, voice coming out a lot less confident than you wanted.

"Im sorry." he replied, swallowing thickly, quickly sucking his lip into his mouth to wet it.

"You're sorry for what?" you asked clarifying, This wasn't going how you expected.

"I'm sorry for being a pervert and taking panty pics of my roommate." He said, taking a couple steps towards where you were sitting at the edge of the bed.

"Are you really sorry?" You asked, voice full of need, as you did your best to supress it, trying to ignore the growing heat in your stomach.

"So sorry" he answered, having made his way inches away from you, eye contact still not being broken. You both noticed how heavily you were breathing, his eyes flitting down to your lips for a second before he sucked his lip into his mouth again, and letting it slide out, dark eyes meeting yours again.

The only thing you heard was your heart beat loudly in your ears as you spoke your next words, "Show me how sorry you are."

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"Mm so fucking sorry," geto's voice vibrated against your clit.

"F-fuck ohmygod," You moaned at the feeling of him wrapping his lips around the bud, tongue peeking through to flick at it.

"A-again-" you whined,

"'M sorry," he groaned, staring up at you with a smirk as he released your clit, flattening his tongue over the sensitive bud.

You were laid back, ass placed at the end of the bed, Geto was sitting back on his heels as he perched himself on the floor between your thighs, hand rapidly stoking over his throbbing cock.

"W-wipe that sm-ile off your face" you wined, trying to keep the little hold you had over geto.

He didnt stop smiling, but you could'nt tell when he burried his tongue inside your pussy, pressing his face hard into your wetness and shaking his head. His pointed nose rubbed your clit in the most delicious way when he did that.

"S-so fucking dirty" you chastised at how sloppily he was eating your cunt. He was trying to fuck his apology into your pussy with his tongue, really trying to prove how sorry he was.

Loud slurping noises bouncing off the walls and going straight to your head; and to his cock; making you both dizzy at the situation.

"Sorry I'm so nasty," he groaned, muffled by your folds as he tongue fucked you like his life depended on it.

Quickening the pace of his hand against his cock, he was squeezing it the same way your walls squeezed his tongue, trying to mimic the feeling. Pre was dripping steadily from his cock and onto the floor, leaving a little puddle there.

Geto was getting off on this so hard.

Every time you squeezed your thighs around his head and degraded him, his abs clenched, balls tightening with the need to blow his load.

"O-only thing youre good for is eating my pussy, f-fuck" you said meanly with a whimper, eyes dropping down to his handsome face and seeing how fucked out he looked from your words, as he nodded his head and moaned into you, agreeing with you.

He needed to you keep talking to him like that, to keep humping his face, suffocating him, treating him like a bitch, he needed it.

"Use me-" he cut himself off as he moved his mouth back up to your clit, making out with the little bud messily, "wanna show you how sorry I am." he drunkenly smiled at you.

You gripped his hair in a makeshift bun, rolling your hips against his face as he stuck his tongue out for you to get yoruself off on.

Groans of "mhm mhmm" could be heard from Geto between your legs, pumping his cock impossibly faster feeling your wetness gush out of you from his minstrations.

"Ohmygod feels so good- shit-" You wined, tipping your head back, feeling your orgasm build quicky as you rubbed against his tongue just right.

His chin was absolutely covered in your slick, pretty eyes rolling back in his head as he felt himself get pushed towards the edge as well, abandoning his hand keeping your thigh spread to join his other between his legs. He massaged his balls between his fingers, increasing the pleasure he felt while you worked towards your end together.

"Fuck t-tell me your sorry again," you whimpered out, teetering on the edge of your orgasm, "Sorry" his deep voice immediately groaned out, cock throbbing when you yanked on his hair.

"Ag-ain" your moans broke up your speech,

"Sorry, m' sorry, sorry-" He kept babbling against your pussy, sending delicious vibrations through you.

You were feeling hotter at the strange power dynamic going on, using that to your advantage as he kept mumbling the word into you, sending you straight into the most mindblowing orgasm of your life.

"Coming f-uck fuck f-" your voice getting cut off as your stomach started contracting and jerking, you rode your high out on his tongue while he groaned a lengthy moan into you.

Behind where your vision was blocked by the bed, Geto was cumming all over his hand and the bottom of your comforter.

Geto's eyes repeatedly rolled back in his head, hand massaging his cum out of his balls as he stroked himself roughly through his orgasm.

Finally being able to breathe when you loosened your legs from their hold on his neck, dropping your hands from his hair as you laid back on the sheets. Geto's hands wet with his seed came up to massage your thighs, his head rasing from between them.

You both took a second to breathe heavily into the open air, your cunt as his cock alike twitching in the aftershocks of your orgasms.

You felt his hold on you cease for a moment, a couple seconds later something was bouncing heavily next to your head. When you turned your head you were faced with a brand new, rose gold laptop, still in its packaging.

You looked back up at geto, who was now standing, running one of his damp hands through his hair, "If me eating your pussy didnt prove how sorry I am, I hope this will." He smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Fuck, Geto are you serious?" you beamed, picking your limp body up from the sheets and holding the package in your hands, he smiled at you fondly, watching you tear it open like a kid on Christmas.

Peeling the plastic from the cardboard you spoke, "Still making you delete all those photos by the way," resulting in him tipping his head back in a loud groan of defeat.

[marblehazel]

Sitter

dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader

Part One | Part Two: Deeper

You’re spending spring break alone at home while your father is five thousand miles away when all of sudden, you fall sick. Enter Joel Miller: your father’s buddy, sent by him to check on you.

Tags: Explicit MDNI, no outbreak, age gap, no mother in the picture but your father has a named girlfriend (sorry), no bra household, dry humping, footjob while watching SpongeBob, oral (m and f receiving)

Word count: 6.8k

“Dad,” your voice is hoarse like it has just come out from a dying goose, and you spend the next five seconds trying to clear your throat.

“So like, I’m… sick, kinda, but it’s not really bad, so—” A train of coughs that feels like they are going to tear your lungs apart. “—sorry about that. It’s nothing. Don’t worry too much, don’t even think about it. I just wanted to let you know.” Another coughing fit. “Okay. Have fun, I love you.”

You click your phone screen and let the voicemail find its way to your father’s ancient block of telecommunication. It’s 11 p.m. for you, 5 a.m. in Tuscany, you calculate with your fingers. You might be wrong. Either way, your father is probably asleep. He had been away for a couple of days with his girlfriend Amy for her nephew's wedding. And they plan to spend another week there, because it’s their anniversary, and Amy had always wanted to go to Italy.

“Will you be okay?” your father asked, apologetic. He leaned onto your bedroom door’s frame while you were unpacking your backpack.

“Yeah, Dad, what am I, eight? Go.” you laughed lightheartedly.

“It’s just you came down here from school and then I go, you know. I wish you’d said yes and come with us.”

“And third-wheeling you and Amy for ten days?” you giggled. “Dad, it’s okay. Come on. We’ll still have the weekend together when you come back.”

You heard Amy call for your father from downstairs, followed by a question about his dress shirt. You grinned, gesturing for him to go.

“Me and Amy will make sure the fridge is full, okay?” he says, voice fading as he steps down the stairs. You shook your head. You’ve survived on dry ramens and day-old coffees in college. You would be okay. Right?

Loud buzzer sound. The game show on the TV you put on to distract yourself from the fever is not doing a good job. You try to focus, but the noises coming out of it sound muffled, and the colors are just so bright and saturated that they make your head spin. You click on mute before slamming the remote on the coffee table, and it lands safely on some crumpled Kleenex. A thermometer is sitting next to the box, the tiny display screen blank. It’s broken, and you make a mental note to scold your father for always keeping faulty things around the house as if he’s going to fix them. A few bottles of pills you fished out of your father’s medicine cabinet to at least ease your aching muscles are toppled next to a half-empty Nyquil Nighttime Relief bottle with its cap screwed but crooked.

You second-guess your decision to let your father know that you’re unwell. But again, he hates surprises, so letting him know that he might find your rotting corpse in front of his TV when he gets back is, perhaps, doing him a favor.

It’s dark in the living room, and the leather couch is sticking to your sweaty leg. You should probably put sweatpants and a hoodie on instead of biker shorts and a stretched out shirt that looks more like a rag than a proper clothing item. But climbing the stairs now? No, thank you.

You shift your body, trying to find the best position to fall asleep in since the wrong angle seems to block your nasal passage. A groan leaves your throat when you can’t pull the fleece blanket to cover your body. You find out you are sitting on both ends of it. To hell with it.

You blink slowly. The Nyquil seems to start working. Can’t sneeze or cough if you’re knocked out, you think. You close your eyes, the colors from the TV somehow find their way in and flash washed-out red, white, yellow behind your eyelids. You’re too tired to reach for the remote.

Maybe you’ll feel better when you wake up.

You jolt when something cold makes contact with your forehead. Within microseconds, you yeet the thing away hysterically, hitting yourself in the process. The thing flies and lands on the wooden floor with a wet, thwap sound.

“Easy, easy,”

If it was just a little bit not so sudden and confusing and designed to constrict your blood vessels until your organs fail, you would have yelped. You nearly snap your neck trying to find the source of the voice, and your tense shoulders fall as quickly as they were raised when you notice the familiar face belonging to a broad frame standing next to the couch.

It’s Joel Miller.

Of course it’s him. Your father likely has him on speed dial.

He and your father go way back. Went to the same school, crushed on the same girls, hit the same bong, and so on. They were even in a band together. Your father has pictures of them from years ago, with greasy hair, earrings, bass and drumsticks in their hands. Cringe.

Well, just your father. Not Joel though.

You haven’t seen him in like, what, a year? And yet he looks good as ever. Well, Joel has always looked good his whole life. When you saw the pictures of him from high school you thought, Oh Fuck, I Would Totally Have A Crush On This Guy. And then you had to sit in silence and ponder, because, well, you are having a crush on this guy. Sort of. Maybe.

He bends over to pick up the thing you just yeeted on the floor, which is apparently a washcloth, and dunk it in a basin on the side table, which is now clean from all the stuff that was previously there.

“Joel,” you chirp. “Hi.”

“Hey.” he smiles as he squeezes the washcloth. Beads of water come trickling down his knuckles back to the basin, gleaming in front of the still-turned-on TV.  “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay. What time is this?” you straighten up, rummaging around the blanket to find your phone to no avail.

“One-thirty. Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. Your old man asked me to check on you." He folds the cloth in two and dab it before stepping closer and pressing it against your forehead, nice and cold. His other hand supports your head from the back, basically cradling your skull.

“Your front door was unlocked when I came in.” says Joel, as if you are capable of digesting any kind of information at the moment. “You shouldn’t do that.”

“Sorry,” you say sheepishly. “And sorry my Dad made you come here. You didn’t have to, it’s not so bad.”

“Come on, it’s only a ten minute drive. ‘S okay. I checked your forehead. Not too bad, but still a fever, y’know. You took the Nyquil?”

The thought of Joel Miller touching your forehead with his palm in the dark while you were asleep somehow makes the neurons in your brain stop interlinking for a second. Were you sleeping with your mouth open the whole time? You knew you did fall asleep that way since you couldn’t breathe through your nose. Man.

“I did.” you nod, shaking the thought away. You feel your lungs tighten, though. Another coughing fit incoming.

“Good,” Joel presses his hand to your forehead again as if trying to make sure the wet washcloth is properly glued onto your face. The soft pressure disrupts your composure and you cough like a machine gun submerged in a container full of Elmer’s glue, hacking up thick mucus up your throat. Joel leaves your side with hurried steps and, within seconds, somehow has a paper cup under your chin for you to spit into.

You try to grab the cup, flustered, but he doesn’t let go and instead helps you sit up straight, patting your back.

“Spit.” he says as you wheeze with phlegm in your mouth like an imbecile. You awkwardly grab his wrist for support and spit the mucus out into the cup. Soon you’ll realize how foolish it is to grab someone’s wrist using the same hand you used to cover your mouth while coughing. The string of saliva takes a ridiculously long time to break free from your lips, but Joel is unfazed. He takes a glance at the mucus, likely checking the color and consistency.

“Thanks,” you blink rapidly, still processing.

“You wanna go to urgent care?” Joel asks.

“Nu-uh,” you shake your head. “I’m okay, I promise. I feel a lot better already.”

“It’s probably just a bug,” he pats your back again before walking to the kitchen to dispose of the cup. “How long has it been going on?”

You wait until he comes back because you don’t think you can speak loud enough for him to be able to hear you from the kitchen without tearing your throat apart. Joel thinks you didn’t hear him the first time and is about to repeat his question when you say, “Uh, it got progressively worse last night.” you realize how serious that sounds and quickly add, “But not like, worse worse. I mean, compared to,”

“And before that?”

“Just a scratchy throat.”

He looks like he’s mentally taking notes with arms folded in front of his stomach. It’s the first time that night you take a full look at him under the glow of the muted TV. You can’t really make the colors out, but he’s wearing a dark t-shirt under an unbuttoned flannel shirt and jeans. He’s keeping his beard kind of thin compared to the last time you saw him, but still the same, well-tended mustache that makes a strong presence over his lips. You can’t help but notice the graying strands of hair that stick out among his dark, messy hair, complimenting him so well. You are pretty sure the ratio between light to dark hair has been shooting up this year. You like it.

And his eyes. They’re rich, and dark, and the fact that he furrows half of the time that it creates permanent dents between his eyebrows just makes him ridiculously hotter.

The mucus factory must be working overtime tonight because you can feel the slight slippery feeling of lubrication where you’re sitting. Fucking stupid, you think, read the room.

All of sudden, a lightning flashes, lighting up your surroundings before the grumbling roar of thunder follows through. For a second, you can make out the shapes and silhouettes of everything in the room like a photograph. Joel fits rightly in the left third of this main piece in your mind exhibition. You wish you could take screenshots with your eyes and keep it to admire later.

Joel glances out the window. Heat lightning reveals the blobs of clouds outside, and the strong wind is starting to blow debris to rattle the windows. He shifts his focus on you again. “Did you eat?”

“I’m okay,” you shrug. Storm is coming, Joel better go home before it gets worse.

He chuckles. “Yes or no?”

That chuckle tickles something deep inside of you. You smile shyly. “Yes, Joel. I’m okay.”

Joel stares at you, and you are pretty sure he senses that you did not, in fact, eat dinner. “I’m starvin’, actually,” he gets up and takes his flannel shirt off, and then tosses it on the couch before making his way towards the kitchen. You scream internally at the sight of his biceps like a deranged fangirl.

“Mind if I take a look in the fridge?” he yells while opening the fridge door. Just being polite. He knows your father will let him dismantle the house and take the pieces home if he wants to.

You free the tangled blanket from around your legs, only noticing now how under your old, sweat-dampened, Marlin Club shirt, your nipples are as erect as fireman’s poles. Was it the temperature, Joel, or both, you can’t conclude.

Joel whistles when he finds that the fridge is full. He grabs a can of beer and pops it open, studying the contents of the fridge and thinking of what he can cook for you as he gulps the beer down.

You follow him to the kitchen, jump to sit on the kitchen island as Joel grabs some produce off the fridge and sets them next to you. He looks at you, blinks a couple of times, then occupies himself with the food cabinet over the counter. You try to be helpful by unwrapping the basil and cherry tomatoes.

“So, how’s school?” Joel breaks the silence as he washes his hands. “And don’t just say okay, please.”

“You got me there,” you laugh. “Nothing really amusing, really.”

Then a few more superficial, classic-catching-up questions while you both prepare the pesto. Joel asks about the trip to Italy, how your father mentioned proposing to Amy soon, what do you think about that. You ask about his brother Tommy, work, and the average cost to renovate a room, to which Joel answers in detail really nicely. Then come the usual do-you-remember-when stories, melting down the strange and awkward atmosphere between the two of you. Laughters fill up the room. It’s fun and familiar.

“Did you remember when you used to call me Uncle Joel?” Joel sneers as he tosses a pan to the sink. “You used to be so nice and polite.”

“I was like six!” You snorted. “And you can’t even pay me to call you that again, Joel.”

Then, the once-your-pops-and-I anecdotes. You’ve heard some of them from your own father’s mouth, but you still listen to Joel’s versions eagerly anyway.

At one point, you start to cough again so Joel instructs you to just sit down on the counter. You don’t complain—it means you can just sit back and watch him from the back and imagine how it would feel to run your fingers through his hair.

When Joel stirs the pasta with the pesto sauce, the weather has gone full-blown insane out there.

“You should stay the night,” you try to sound as nonchalant as possible. His presence is sending arrays of erroneous signals to your reproductive organs, which will most likely result badly if he stays, but how can you let him drive home in this kind of weather?

Joel hands you a fork and pushes a plate of fusilli for you to eat. “Eh, we’ll see,” he shrugs. “I don’t mind drivin’ through a storm, but I can’t just leave you alone if you don’t feel well.”

“Dad told me you got a folded chair smashed through your windshield last summer.” You take a bite, the thick sauce coats your tastebuds and you groan in satisfaction, even though you can’t really taste it to the fullest because of your stuffy nose.

“Oh, yeah, that.” Joel chuckles. “I was lucky it aimed for the shotgun.”

He eats standing up across you, one elbow on the counter. When you both finish the meal, he takes your plate and starts washing the dishes. You tell him to do it later, and then offer your help, and he says no to both. You insist on drying the dishes anyway, standing side by side with him.

After the very late dinner, the two of you retreat to the living room. Joel asks you to take some medication again and you decline, stating that you feel better already.

“Headstrong, ain’t ya?” Joel sighs. “Okay, sleep then. Wanna sleep in your bed?”

“Not really sleepy,” you shake your head. “Feel free to take Dad’s bed, by the way. You have work in the morning, right?”

“Nah, I’m alright by the couch.” Joel scoots to make room for his legs and lies on his back, groaning like every other old person when they finally get to be horizontal. His feet are dangling on one side, his head on the opposite armrest. You take the old recliner that doesn’t even recline anymore near Joel’s feet, facing both the TV and Joel at an angle.

The TV is still on, showing the same game show but already on a later season. You unmute it and watch it together with Joel for five minutes before you realize that none of you has laughed yet, and you ask Joel if he wants to watch a movie instead. He says why not.

You open a streaming service and browse for movies on the home page. Joel probably likes action and other classic old man genre types. You pretend to read some of the summaries and see if Joel perks up at one of them, but he doesn’t seem to really care about the TV.

“I don’t know what to watch,” you admit. “Do you wanna pick the movie?”

Truth is, Joel can’t give a single shit about no goddamn movie. He’s been distracted by so many thoughts in his mind. But he gestures for you to scroll back up anyway.  “Let’s see the trending ones.”

You stop at a tally of newly released and currently popular films at the top of the page, giving Joel a chance to read about them before moving to the next one.

“This one looks excitin’.” Joel points at the screen. The poster shows a man in classic Viking attire, staring intently at the viewer with striking blue eyes. Some kind of pelt is draped over his shoulders. His hands are on top of each other, resting on a sword handle, the blade facing the earth. Dried mud and blood are splattered over his face and armor. The Conquest, it says. You don’t recognize the actors listed. The summary says something about revenge, passion, blood, power, blah blah. You click play.

The movie opens with a battle scene. The movie looks like it runs out of lighting budget, and you need to squint to be able to tell what they are actually doing. Nothing can be heard except grunts and blades clashing. You look over at Joel to see his expression, but he’s looking at you. He quickly averts his gaze back to the screen.

Twenty minutes pass, and none of you are really paying attention to the plot. Not until the main guy enters a wooden tub filled with steaming hot water with his asscheeks out, and then a woman enters the scene with nothing but a thin white veil covering her body. She drops the cloth and joins him. The warm light from the torches is highlighting her breasts.

“Woah,” you look at Joel again, but he says nothing, but you can see his Adam’s apple moving awkwardly.

They kiss, and he grabs her bosom with his humongous palms and knead them. Then he buries his face between them, with the woman kissing the top of his head. After what feels like a millenia, he lifts her lower half from the water, and then puts her down to sit on the edge of the tub before performing cunnilingus. She moans.

You start to feel a pool of heat brewing inside of you. This feels invasive of their privacy, somehow, with no soundtrack added, just fire crackling and water splashing and erotic moaning.

Joel clears his throat. “Uh, maybe we shouldn’t watch this,”

“You’re the one who picked the movie.” you say, eyes fixated on the screen.

“Well, it didn’t say nothin’ about eatin’ a lady out in the summary.”

He reaches for the remote and turns the TV off, leaving only the sound of rain hitting your window in your eardrums.

“Hey,” you whine. “That’s not nice. I didn’t say yes.”

“It’s late. Go to sleep.” Joel folds his arms over his chest, partly staying warm, partly because he’s so flustered he doesn’t know what to do with his hands. He then closes his eyes, knowing damn well he’s far from feeling tired let alone fall asleep.

“We’re both adults anyways,” you mutter, but Joel doesn’t move. He’s probably actually tired.

Your gaze is affixed on him. He surely doesn’t look like he’s sleeping in peace right now but he’s still handsome nonetheless. His old shirt is a tad bit too tight around his biceps. You can see the protruding veins beautifully decorating his arms and hands. His legs are slightly crossing with one ankle on top of another, and his breath is steady. He’s gorgeous.

In your wildest dreams, you would jump to straddle Joel, and he would grab your hips and fuck you to death. Is it bad that your immune system is fighting one of the worst battles in your life, and yet your number one priority is somehow to get laid, by this man specifically? It’s both excruciating and foolish. 

The movie you just saw doesn’t help, either. In fact, it makes everything worse. Your mind keeps wandering back to it, the way the man eats the woman out, and then back to Joel, imagining the top of his head would look like when he eats you out. Fuck. You know that if you don’t get to touch this man in the next 30 minutes, you are either going to combust or burn everything in the vicinity.

You close your eyes, try to do the mindfulness practice you once saw in a magazine. Inhale. Hold. Exhale. You repeat “Release me from this earthly desire” in your head like a rookie buddhist wizard trying to cast a spell with a broken wand. You ball your fists in your lap so hard the joints start to hurt.

It’s not working.

Your mind keeps wandering back to different scenarios, different positions, different spots around the house. Low grunts, fingertips pressing your sides, tongue between your lips…

You can’t do it anymore. You need release. You need to at least be able to feel something, a little reward for your throbbing clit. Trying your best to be as casual as possible, you pull your folded legs closer to your body, your left heel even closer to your biker-short-covered cunt, and shift your body weight on it.

The pleasure that has been building up there bursts like a balloon. You sigh.

There are two things that Joel is not: young, and oblivious.

Oh, he is totally aware of what’s happening. You are not doing a good job trying to be subtle. From the non-stop staring, to the constant fidgeting, to the borderline sexual sighs, to the hard nipples, Joel knows you are going through something that is completely different from just being ill.

And he totally understands. He’s been there, done that. There was a time when his back wasn’t hurting and his face hadn’t been ‘graced’ with crow’s feet and age spots yet, when his hormones were at all-time high and his blood liked nothing more than flowing to his cock recklessly at the slightest inducement. He understands what you are going through.

So when you start grinding yourself onto your left heel followed by soft moans, he is not exactly surprised, just mostly in awe of your debauched audacity.

That is too much, even for him. He clears his throat, hoping you’d catch the hint and stop for good. But you don’t, and your eyes are closed and your eyebrows are knitted together in concentration, and your hips are moving slowly, sensually, chasing something, the sight of it stirs something up in his guts.

It is vulgar, and most importantly indecent in every way, but Joel can feel his own arousal creeping up no matter how hard he tries to convince himself that it is not happening.

He calls your name. Your body responds faster than the critically thinking part of your brain and you stop like you just got cursed by Medusa. 

You can physically feel your heart drop to your ass. Your neck moves stiffly to find his eyes like a broken animatronic. “Yeah?” you croak.

“Do you think I don’t know what you’re doin’?”

You blink. Deny? Act stupid? Admit? Deny, deny. Wait, deny? No, act stupid.

“What… Do you mean?” you say, and you realize that you chose the dialogue option that actually sounds the dumbest.

Joel clicks his tongue. “Might as well hump me if you want it that much.”

Wait, what? Your eyes light up. “Really?”

Joel stares at you in genuine perplexity before lifting one hand up to massage his temples. He takes a deep breath, and in the softest way possible—like telling a puppy she can’t eat electronic parts—sighs, “No.”

“Oh,” you cover your mouth. “I thought you meant—“

“Yeah, yeah. My bad.” he sighs again, sounding significantly more frustrated. He then uses his hands to support himself to a sitting position, composing himself.

Silence. You don’t dare to look at Joel, but your cunt keeps pulsing like a metal detector. You understand that the beeping—desire—will not die down unless you get the valuable artefact from the bronze age—Joel—in your hand. Is this time to be bold and brash?

“Joel,” you call, and you can swear that was not a sober decision, but the stage curtains have been pulled back, and you are pushed to the stage to play your part.

“Hm?”

“What if… I hump you anyway?” you stand up, and your knees are slightly buckling but you act tough and bold regardless.

Joel’s jaws opens and stays slightly agape for a while before he says, “That fever is really messin’ with your brain, huh? Sit down.”

“You’re bricked up, Joel.” you accuse. You don’t actually know for sure since Joel keeps a hand on his lap to cover his crotch, but Joel gulps. Gotcha.

“Unrelated to you.” he hisses in defense.

You scoff.

“Joel, please,” you grouse, voice cracking and desperate. “I want this so bad.” you whisper as you take slow, threatening steps towards Joel until your crotch is not even an inch away from his knee. “I want you so bad.”

“This ain’t right, kid.” Joel puts a hand on the outer side of your arm, and it’s worth pointing out that he’s shaking. “You know that.”

Joel doesn’t tell you that he’s battling demons in his head, and he’s currently losing. A million impulses are catapulting burning boulders onto the gate of his conscience, and all he got is one bleeding, sickly troop with a chipped wooden sword. But he puts his best stern expression despite the fact that his body is betraying him.

He could leave now. Push you away. Clear his head. Come back later. Or not come back at all.

But he knows he doesn’t want to. He can hear his blood rushing and his heart singing battle cry. Not to mention his cock, hard and nearly burns a hole through his jeans.

A long pause. You want to push him further, but you know you don’t need to. The black marlin printed on your shirt does a worthless attempt at distracting Joel from your hard nipples, putting him into a trance.

Joel takes a deep breath. He knows he has lost. “You can help yourself, that’s all,” he nods, more trying to convince himself rather than talking to you. “Just to make you shut up and get rest. That’s it.”

That’s an unenthusiastic barf-colored green light, but it is a green light nonetheless.

You put your hands on Joel’s shoulder before putting your left knee next to his right leg and lower yourself down onto his thigh, while your other knee rests in front of his crotch and presses onto his raging hard-on. Your cunt pulsates in pleasure upon contact, and you let out a gasp. Joel anxiously places his hands on your sides to keep you steady, one thumb ‘accidentally’ brushing your nipple, earning a whine. You lock gaze with him, and start moving.

The friction sends buzzes up your head. You make each grind count, and every single one feels like heaven despite the layers of fabric between your cunt and his beefy thigh. Moans and Joel’s name spill from your lips indeliberately, and he tightens his grip on your body until his fingertips turn white as if you would fly away with a gust of wind if he doesn’t. If you weren’t so absorbed in your own pleasure, you would’ve noticed how shallow and rapid Joel’s breath has become. It turns him on watching you getting off because of him, using him, how your eyelids flutter and your pupils are having a hard time staying in place.

Joel wants to break free from his denim, badly. While he consciously thought, planned, and stated that he’s doing what he’s doing only for your satisfaction and be done with it, it isn’t exactly nice having your kneecap pushing button-flies shaped caves on his crotch repeatedly. Especially not when his cock, which probably has its own brain, has been begging to be taken care of, too.

You, on the other side, are having the best time of your life. As your climax is building up in your south region, you smile at Joel, who smiles back. His hand leaves your ribs briefly to brush the hair that is sticking to your sweaty forehead away from your face.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?”

You nod weakly. “So good, Joel, so good,”

For a moment there you consider kissing him. His face is merely two inches away from you, and he looks ravishing, all sweaty and blushing. And how you just want to have your tongue inside his mouth, his lips all over yours sloppily. But that feels like overstepping boundaries, like a whole uncharted area you can’t cross, spreading the flu aside. You opt to put your chin on his shoulder instead, trying to focus on your orgasm.

“I want to see your face,” Joel says in your ear, his beard grazing your cheek. Takes you three whole seconds to process that, and when you do, it tingles your core. Before you can answer, he continues, “You’re so beautiful like this.”

You pull back, meeting his gaze with flushing cheeks. You don’t know what to say, and maybe you don’t have to. You continue to be dumbfounded when Joel stops your motion and helps you to stand up.

“Hold on,” he says as he undoes the buttons of his jeans. “I need to take these off.”

He quickly kicks the jeans off his legs, revealing a dark gray boxer briefs under. A wet patch adorns the bulge right in the center. He then manspreads and gestures for you to come back onto him, to which you comply. “C’mere,” he says, “I need to feel you on me.”

You straddle him, positioning your cunt right on his cock, and on everybody and their mother, it feels good. No, it feels right. Joel lets out a groan that cuts into a gasp when you start to grind. “Fuck, yeah,” he grabs your ass, helping you settle on a rhythm.

The contour of Joel’s cock, albeit still covered by the fabric of his boxer briefs, touches every last nerve ending of your cunt in such a different way that his thigh did. You pick your pace up, getting the pleasure to build up again. 

“Joel, I’m gonna come,” you moan, voice quivering. You rake your fingers through his hair, your noses almost touching.

“Keep going, baby,” he says through a smile. “Don’t hold back. You sound so pretty.”

The encouragement is shooting up fireworks in your lower belly, and you start making more sounds. You’re close. So close.

“Makin’ me so hard all night, you,”

You whimper as you come, hips convulsing. Time slows down, and it feels like your cunt is pulled towards a strong gravitational force within your own body as you are sinking down a quicksand, all while pleasure forces your brain to reboot itself.

“That’s it, that’s it. There you go. You’re so good.”

Joel holds the back of your head while you’re laying on his chest, limp. When you pull yourself away from him, he presses a palm to your cheek, smiling. “Attagirl.”

When you finally gather yourself, you pull away from Joel, leaving a huge wet spot on where you just had your cunt on, and scoot to the spot next to him on the couch. You are about to lean onto his shoulder when he stands up and picks his jeans up from the floor. He sees the wet trail of arousal you left on the fabric in the thigh area and snickers.

“Damn, kid, you’re practically a snail,” he points to it. “Poor thing.”

You wince. “What are you doing?”

“Puttin’ my pants on?” he answers in the exact same tone, fixing the position of his boxer briefs.

“But you haven’t even come yet!” you protest. “What the fuck? Take them off!”

“That’s not what I agreed to, remember? I help you come so you’ll shut up and sleep. You’ve come, now shut up, and go to sleep.” he lays it out like basic math while you press the base of your palms onto your eyelids, confounded.

“You’re a sick person,” you shake your head, and then point to his crotch. “You’re literally still hard.”

“That has nothin’ to do with anythin’.”

You stare at the open space, like you’re trying to break the fourth wall in a sitcom. Can you believe this guy?

“Joel, your line is ‘I’m going to fuck you so hard.’ Now let’s start again from the top.”

Joel, who’s struggling trying to fit his bulge back in the jeans without hurting it, stops fussing with his button-fly shortly to push your head back—softly—to the couch. “Sleep,” he drags his palm over your face to close your eyelids.

“Joooooel,”

“Your line is ‘Yes, Joel, good night.’”

“Yes, Uncle Joel, good night, Uncle Joel,” you mock as you swiftly jump from the couch and pull his jeans down to his ankle and force him to step out of it. You hear Joel yelling hey, hey, hey as he tries to simultaneously fight you and not hurt you. You throw the pair of pants across the room with all your might and it lands with a loud thud.

“What are your pants made of, steel?”

“What is wrong with you?” he takes a step to fetch it, but you stand up and push him back to the couch. Joel is for sure going easy on you, because if he wanted to, he could definitely launch you through the walls. Instead, he just accepts his fate and stares at the ceiling, defeated.

“Nobody sleeps with jeans on, Joel,” you reach for the TV remote again. “Now let’s watch something again and then sleep.”

“We’re not watching the viking movie again.”

“We’re not watching the viking movie again,” you repeat. “We’re watching SpongeBob.”

Joel groans.

“What, you don’t like SpongeBob?”

“Not my era,” Joel says. “I watched Gumby. Tom and Jerry. The Muppet Show.”

“No wonder you act like the heckling old guys.”

“I don’t, but, sure,”

“Oh, you’re more like the eagle. So serious all the time.”

Joel rolls his eyes. You play the first episode of the first season of SpongeBob Squarepants, and the familiar intro begins. You take a look at Joel in the corner of your eyes, how he has one of his forearm on the top of his head, bicep almost as thick as his head. The other hand is resting on his thigh, and you can tell that he’s at least still half-hard. You wonder how he looks under those boxer briefs.

On the screen, Squidward and Mr. Krabs are climbing a post with a sea of raging anchovies under them. Joel’s lips slightly turn upward. Ha, eat that, Mr. Old Cartoon Head.

You shift so that you’re on your back, legs resting on Joel’s lap. He gives you a look, but doesn’t say anything. Minutes later, totally absorbed with SpongeBob pestering his neighbor with a reef blower, he has a hand on your ankle, caressing it without much thought.

They would have written about you in a Greek tragedy the way you’re consumed by greed and lust. When your toes stroke Joel’s bulge, totally by accident and not precalculated at all, you pretend like you’re captivated by the TV. It’s hard and you can definitely discern the ridge of possible veins and the head of his cock.

Joel exhales, sounding so done and tired.  “I know you were going to do this,”

But he doesn’t push you away. And that excites you.

You don’t say anything or look away from the screen, but you keep rubbing the outline of his cock, which is now more visible and grows slightly larger, with the space between your big and index toe. Your brain automatically puts the ice clinking in a vase while SpongeBob is getting dry under Sandy’s treedome as background noise to amplify Joel’s restrained grunts.

You like this. You like having Joel wrapped around your finger. Soon after, you withdraw your legs and sit up, causing him to open his eyes over the sudden halt.

You stare at him, bold. “Would you like my mouth?”

Joel nods.

You don’t even wait for a second. Joel helps you take off his boxer briefs, the length of his hard-on springs out like jack-in-the-box. You admire how it looks, how the tip is totally sticky and glistening, before lowering your tongue. Joal lets out a sound akin to a whimper as you let your saliva ooze down the underside of his cock and quickly retrieve it into your mouth using your tongue. He tastes slightly salty, like sweat. And if you could smell better you’d see how hypnotizing his scent is, like calling you to stick his cock down your throat until the world collapses.

“That’s it,” Joel says, out of breath. His cock is now grazing the soft wall of your cheek, and he wonders how experienced you actually are because you definitely don’t act like an amateur. You use one elbow to support yourself, the other one taking turns massaging his balls and the base of his cock.

The only downside of this is that Joel can’t really look at your face. He craves the sight of you, how your lips are wrapped around his cock, and how your cheek is bulging like a squirrel full of him. One of his hands crawls up your back under your shirt, rubbing it before it finds a new target: your breasts. He kneads on one, thumb flicking the bud. You can’t help but moan and take him deeper, sending vibrations from your throat to his cock.

Joel knows he won’t last much longer, and he would very much like to keep this thing going as long as possible. So he asks you to stop, averting your disappointment by lifting up your shirt and sucking on one nipple. He’s surprisingly tender with it, taking his time. You reach a hand to his cock again, trying to at least get him off with your hand, but he pulls your wrists back and locks them on your sides.

“Joel,” you whine. “Fuck me. Please.”

“No can do,” Joel answers as his lips are trailing down to your stomach, where he peppers kisses all over. You scoot backwards and like reading your mind, he tugs the hem of your shorts down to your ankle before yanking it away, revealing your throbbing, desperate cunt. He then dives down, nose pressing against your mound as his tongue explores the new treasure island.

Just like in the movie.

You try to grab on something, anything, but the leather couch does nothing but squeaks, and Joel instinctively laces his fingers with yours. The view of the top of your head is exactly how you imagined it would be. The moans released from your lips are rather loud, especially when Joel creates a suction cup with his lips right on your clit.

“Joel, Joel,” you grasp his hands with all your might. “This is fucking unfair, I’m so— I’m gonna—”

Before you get to finish your sentence, your body already decides that it’s time for another release. Your heels are planted firmly against the couch as your hips lift to the air, and Joel lets go. He kneels before your cunt, pumps himself to oblivion and comes all over you before you get to collect yourself, staining your stomach and breasts. Later you’ll realize that the first spurt went a little bit rogue and landed on your hair.

“Fuck you, man,” you complain, sticking out a middle finger at him. “I was supposed to make you come.”

Joel rests his head on the couch armrest, eyes closed. “You did.”

“I meant technically,” you attempt to nudge him with your leg, but he dodges and stands up to grab the washcloth he used to compress you with earlier. He then wipes your stomach and breasts with it, the cold water making you squirm.

“What now?” you ask when he hands you your clothes.

“Sleep. It’s four in the mornin’.” he says as he puts his stained, sticky, wet boxer briefs on and sits on the recliner. So you can’t drive me mad anymore, he says.

You whine, but you realize that your eyelids are actually very heavy. “Blowjob first time in the morning?” you offer before letting yourself drift off.

“Thought you were s’pposed to be sick.” Joel shakes his head. But he grins.

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freshman - march 1 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - NSFW (implied sex but not detailed) - word count: 523

“....so fucking perfect, guys,” James said reverently, laying on his dorm bed and grinning, knowing he had been rambling for too long, and yet completely unable to stop. He’d been talking about this all day, and yet he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Thinking about him. “He had…God, the most perfect eyes, and this little smirk that just…fuck. And his body. Fuck, I would’ve been happy just staring, but then he just dragged me into that room, and pushed me on the bed-”

“We’re happy for you, mate,” Sirius interrupted, grinning, even though all of them had heard the story of James’s mystery man at least ten times. “Glad you had fun at the party.”

“Oh, the party was awful. Right, Pete?” James asked Peter, who still looked a bit pale from the amount of alcohol he’d consumed. 

“I think so,” Peter mumbled, head in his hands.

“But fuck, it didn’t even matter. That guy was….” James grinned and launched into the more specific details again.

Remus and Peter seemed to zone out, but Sirius, the amazing friend he was, smiled and nodded along as James went on and on, giving a play-by-play, asking the appropriate questions and giving the appropriate reactions.

“...and I think I’m in love,” James finished, after giving the details about how he and the other man finished. “But I’m kicking myself because I didn’t get his number! Didn’t even get his name!”

“M’sure you’ll see him soon,” Sirius said bracingly, clapping him on the shoulder. “The school’s small. Which reminds me– Reg’s starting as a freshman here this year! I told him to stop by to visit soon, so he can meet all of you.”

The others made noises of excitement. Ever since they’d started rooming together at University last year, they’d heard a lot about Regulus, and everyone was eager to meet him. Before any more could be said, there was a knock on the door of their room.

“Reg!” Sirius yelled, ignoring Peter’s moan of complaint at his loudness. He bounded off of his bed and wrenched open the door. “Mates, this is-”

James stared into the gray-blue eyes he’d been thinking about for the past twelve hours and gasped out loud. “Fuck,” he mumbled, his shock mirrored in Regulus’s own expression.

It was Remus who realized first, and Peter shortly after. They broke into fits of giggles as Sirius still looked between James and Regulus confusedly, obviously missing something. But after twenty blissful seconds, he gasped a truly horrified gasp. 

“Oh no,” he cried, turning a deep shade of maroon. “Oh my God. James!” He pointed a shaking finger at James, who had a hand over his mouth. “You-you told me all about how much you love shagging my brother!? You gave me details! Oh fuck, I asked questions!”

James glanced at Regulus, who seemed to be struggling not to join in on Remus and Peter’s laughter. He sent James a smirk and said. “That good, eh?”

And James couldn’t help but nod. “Yeah,” he admitted, voice rough.

“Someone kill me,” Sirius wailed in the background.

But James was too busy staring at Regulus again.

[runawayrafetrain]

Injuries on ice

Hockeyplayer!rafe x pregnantwife!reader

Warnings: fighting, blood, injury, anxiety (?), maybe slightly steamy ending I suppose.

Content: fluff, hurt/comfort

It's not that great because this is the first time I'm ever writing for obx/rafe

You weren't surprised when Rafe got into a fight with the other team, and weren't even surprised when he was sent into the penalty box. However, you were surprised by how stupidly he fought. He head-butted one of the players on the opposing team. His eyebrows got split open and as he sat in the penalty box you could see the blood dripping onto his left cheek.

He's across the rink from where you're sitting, watching the game. Watching his team lose. Watching his teammates fail.

His eyes find yours, slowly making their way over you. Watching how your six-month-old daughter is looking around at the players. She's wearing some noise-cancelling headphones that she wears to every game because of how loud everything gets.

His eyes travel over your baby bump in one of his hoodies, the hoodie that he specifically bought in a few sizes too big to make sure it would fit over your bump at all times. You're stressed. He's hurt and could have a concussion, though he probably would've thrown up by now. You have to wait until the game is over, impatiently waiting for the game to end so you can go back to the hotel with him.

Your leg is bouncing, bouncing your daughter, at least she's giggling. Once the game ends, he has to go to the locker room, then a medic checks out his injury, then if his team wins, they go out for drinks. That probably won't happen though.

They give each of the players a rental car and a hotel room for the night, so you should see him as soon as the medic finishes patching him up. Then he drives you both back to the hotel room because he doesn't trust you to drive while pregnant, or he just wants to treat you like a princess.

Finally, the buzzer sounds, you quickly scoop up your baby and make your way over to where you have to wait for everyone to get out of the locker room.

When Rafe finally gets out of the locker room twenty minutes later it's obvious that his eyebrows had been taken care of, and he has a shower. He silently holds my hand and takes me out of the parking lot. When we get to the rental car that's painted in ugly green, he takes our daughter from my arms and tucks her into the car seat in the back.

When you two get into the back of the car, your left hand finds its way to the car seat in the back. It always does to make sure nothing happens to your daughter. His hand finds its way to your thigh, making small uneven hearts with his thumb.

We pull up to one of the front parking spots, he gets the baby and opens your door to help you out. You step out, and his hand finds its way into the far pocket of your jeans, squeezing softly. You two finally get to the hotel room on the fourth floor. By the time he puts the baby down to sleep, your bottom lip is wobbly, and you're standing awkwardly by the bed, waiting for him to come over.As soon as he turns around, he looks regretful, his eyes roaming over you.

"I'm sorry."

"You fought poorly, got hurt, and... And it made me very upset" The hormones are definitely getting to you now.

"I'm so very sorry"

Silence for a split second.

"Are your eyes okay?" That small silly little smile cracks his face and a small simple "yeah" leaves his lips.

The lips you've kissed so many times and feel like kissing again. He gets the idea first, kissing you softly and making his way to bed with you, holding onto the back of your back to make sure you don't fall but not putting any of his weight on you to make sure he doesn't crush you or the baby in your tummy. The baby he put in your tummy when you got back from one of his games months ago, when your baby was staying with your mom so that she didn't have to travel so much. You hum softly and whisper to him

"please be careful. You have a little girl, another baby on the way, and a very concerned wife."

"I promise."

[kbunzzi2oa]

Birthday Secrets - (K.Mingyu)

Synopsis ↳ its all fun and games when you surprise your boyfriend until it ends up with some good birthday sex

Contains ↳ MDNI +18, idol bf!Mingyu x fem!reader, Vernon, Hoshi, Joshua, Woozi, DK, NSFW, unprotected sex (BIG nono), pussy eating, spit, jerking off, facial, dirty talk, kissing, nipple sucking, missonary, fluff

Now playing on the radio..↳ sex with me -> (Rihanna), Reminder -> (The weeknd), In for it -> (Tory Lanez, RL Grime), Fat, Juicy & Wet -> (Bruno Mars, Sexy Red), Birthday Sex -> (Jerehmi)

W.C -> 1.545k..

[NOTE] ↳ IN HONORS of mingyus bday, i decided to make a lovely fic for this man you guys like it!

Kim Mingyu, your boyfriend of six years, was turning 28, and he aged like fine wine. He was on tour with his bandmates, and you decided to surprise him for his birthday. The plan was very simple

1. Attend the concert

2. Arrange for his bandmates to take Mingyu to a restaurant to celebrate his birthday.

3. Once he returned to his hotel room, surprise him, giving him the time of his life!

Easy right?..well no not really...see the thing was that Mingyu could sense VERY WELL when there was something wrong because the members where being a bit weird today but he pushed those thoughts away.

The day began with thousands of birthday messages flooding Mingyu's phone, arriving not only from his fellow members but also from family, cousins, fans, and even famous celebrities. He responded to them all with a single, heartfelt message, but he was eagerly anticipating a text from someone special. And speak of the devil, you texted him instantly. He immediately opened your contact and giggled like a lovestruck teenager as he read your message "Dear boyfriend, happy birthday! I hope your day is filled with countless amazing moments shared with your fans and members. I wish I could be there with you, but unfortunately, my job has been a pain in the ass" He laughed aloud, continuing to read, "But I have a small gift for you, which you'll see before midnight. Xoxo from your love! Y/N." With a dreamy sigh, he responded to her with a giddy smile, "Thank you, my love. I wish you were here with me and the others, but that's alright. One more week, and I'll finally meet you! Love you back, and I can't wait for the present." He rose from his seat, and as soon as he opened the door, the others rushed inside, engulfing him in a tight embrace. They wished him a happy birthday, and Mingyu almost got suffocated by the sheer force of their hugs.

The concert was the highlight of his life. They interacted with fans, and of course, he was showered with affection, jokes, and numerous cards from his members and fans. At the end of the show, everyone gathered together. Hoshi and Woozi held the chocolate cake, which was adorned with a large, lit "28" candle. As the fans and everyone else began singing, even the staff joined in. Mingyu made a wish, and suddenly, Vernon playfully shoved his head into the cake, a moment captured on the big screen, which sent everyone into fits of laughter. After a lively cake fight on stage, they cleaned up and headed to a bustling restaurant, where they could unwind, get drunk, and have some fun. Jun rose to his feet, a happy smile gracing his face. "I would like to thank our dear member Mingyu, who has been like a brother, cousin, and best friend for all of us. Happy birthday, and we love you!" Everyone clapped, and then, out of nowhere, Vernon yelled, "Don't forget to mention his love for his girlfriend and cake!" The room erupted in laughter, and everyone patted his back. "I would like to thank you all for being here for me. We've been through so much together that it's impossible to name it all, but with you, the staff, our fans, and my girlfriend, we made it to the end. That doesn't mean the impossible things don't end, but for now, at least, we have each other," Mingyu said happily, as Hoshi and Joshua began to laugh loudly, that's when DK says "Why does he act like Woozi when he gets drunk"

After the gift-giving, personal talks, laughter, and games, Mingyu returned to his hotel room, ready for sleep and a chat with you. As he opened the door, he gasped, and everything he was carrying fell to the floor, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Y-You're here... I... no... HOLY, BABY, I thought you wouldn't come!" he exclaimed happily, running to you and hugging you tightly. "I missed you too, Min!" He pulled away and connected your lips in a passionate, hungry kiss, devouring you like an animal, his hands roaming over you as if he hadn't touched you before. "I've missed you," he whispered, pulling away and taking in the sight of the room. Your body was draped in a red robe, revealing a hint of cleavage. The hotel room transformed into a scene of celebration, the air filled with the gentle scent of vanilla and the soft glow of candlelight. Balloons in a romantic palette of red, pink, and white floated gracefully, their ribbons dancing in the subtle breeze from the air conditioning. The focal point of the room was the bed, where a series of balloons, meticulously arranged, spelled out "Happy Birthday, Baby" against the headboard. The overall effect was a blend of intimacy and festivity, creating a perfect setting for a special night...

He looks at you before smashing his lips against yours, kissing and whimpering inside your mouth in satisfaction, he sees the way your mouth opens and moans come out, he takes advantage of that by thrusting his tongue inside. You both pulled away breathless.. He growls low in his throat as he senses your arousal, his hand sliding down to cup your pussy through the fabric of your panties. He takes off the robe and sees your body wrapped in a red lingirie. He whistles as his hand start moving up and down your covered slit "Fuck your wet for me aren't you, hm?.." He attacks your neck with love bites, his fingers ripping the lace underwear apart as now he could feel everything...

He spreads your thighs wide, his face burying between them as he starts eating you out like a starving man. His tongue parts your folds, licking and sucking your clit. He adds two fingers inside you, curling them to hit that spot. "Mmm.. You taste so fucking good.." You moan loudly, pushing your breasts together. He watches that action through half-lidded eyes, adding another finger inside you. He spreads them apart slightly, preparing you for his thickness. Your juices drip down his chin. He catches one of your nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. He releases your nipple with a pop, admiring how flushed and swollen it is from his suckling. Keeping his fingers moving skillfully inside you, he sheathes his rock-hard cock against your thigh, letting you feel how much you've aroused him. "Fuck I need to be inside you." You moan loudly as he rips the lingire and throws it "There she is, my perfect baby, so fucking cute...want daddy's cock?..hmm?" You spread your legs wider, showing him your wet and slick cunt..He spreads your legs wider, pushing inside you in one hard thrust. You both moan loudly. He pulls out slowly only to slam back inside again. He captures your mouth, swallowing your moans. Your breasts bounce with each thrust. He spreads your legs wider, going deeper... "Baby.."

He starts fucking you so hard that the headboard hits the wall repeatedly. He's no longer gentle or romantic - he's just raw, animalistic lust. He spits on his hand and uses it to rub your clit aggressively while still pounding into you. "Take my fucking cock.." You moan loudly your eyes rolling back as his dick kept hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. "God daddy this feels so good, harder daddy please harder!" He starts jackhammering into you from behind, making wet, lewd sounds. He looks down at your body, sees your tits bouncing and your back arching. He gets an idea that's both dirty and depraved. He spits in his hand again..."Mi Amore, Turn your face to the side." His voice is strained, his thrusts becoming more urgent. You turn your face to the side, wondering what he's planning. He spits inside your mouth and then spitting on his hand ruining her mascara and her makeup. "Open your mouth" He pulls out suddenly, his glistening cock appearing between your spread cheeks. He grabs your hair, pulling your face back slightly so your mouth is open and your tongue out like a good little slut. He starts jerking himself off right in front of your face, aiming the tip at your open mouth. He rubs the wet, messy tip of his length against your tongue, smearing his release and your saliva together. He looks down at your debased expression, loving how you look with your face turned to the side, makeup smudged, and tongue out waiting for his dirty release. He suddenly stops jerking himself off and leans down, pressing his lips firmly against yours. The kiss is intense and messy, his tongue invading your mouth with a hunger that matches the raw sex you just had. He tastes salty and dirty, a mix of both of your releases still on his lips.

A few hours later, Mingyu is resting on the bed, his muscular torso bare and gleaming slightly with a sheen of sweat. You're curled up next to him, head resting on his chest, his strong arms wrapped around you. "I love you min...happy birthday.." you smile and trail your hands up and down his chest "Thank you baby, I love you to" After a while you both fell asleep in eachothers embrace.

[maybanksbaby]

warnings: none really

summary: jj really loves his new boat and shows it off to his girlfriend

a/n: he looked so cute in the comercial, i love him so much. please let him be happy this season 🙏🙏

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JJ Maybank was practically vibrating with excitement as he waited on the dock, a wide grin plastered across his face. His brand-new—well, new to him—boat was tied up right behind him, and he couldn’t wait to show it off to her. His pretty girlfriend and number one fan, the one who made everything in his life feel like it was coated in sugar and wrapped in a pink bow.

The sound of soft footsteps on the weathered wooden planks jolted him from his thoughts, and he whipped around to see his girlfriend, the absolute light of his life, making her way toward him. She looked as cute as ever, dressed in one of those sweet knitted tops she always wore, paired with a short skirt that twirled with each step. Her hair was bouncing with the sea breeze, and she had her usual pink gloss that smelled like strawberries, making him weak in the knees before she even said a word.

"J!" she called out, her voice making his already sky-high excitement bubble over.

Before she could even finish her next breath, JJ was already running toward her, grabbing her hand and practically dragging her down the dock. "You’re here, you’re here, you’re here! Okay, close your eyes!"

She blinked, giggling at his enthusiasm. "JJ, what are you—JJ!” she squealed, letting out an adorable little laugh when his hands covered her eyes from behind, her body relaxing into his. “What are you doing?”

“You trust me, right?”

“I do, yeah…”

“Then close your eyes,” he whispered, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek, which instantly sent her into a new fit of giggles.

She sighs, her shoulders slumping down. “Can i at least get a hint of what it is?”

“Nope! Eyes closed, no peeking! This is a surprise!” He placed his other hand over her eyes too for extra insurance.

She let out a playful sigh but complied, trusting him as he eagerly led her down the last stretch of the dock. “Okay, okay! I’m closing them!”

JJ could barely contain himself as he guided her close to the boat, careful not to let her trip. “Alright… three… two… one—ta-da!” He whipped his hands away from her eyes and bounced on his heels as she finally saw it.

The messy panting, that if you narrowed your eyes read 'MAYBANK'S' on the right side, didn't let much to the imagination. Now, she understood.

Her eyes widened, and she let out a surprised gasp, her hands flying up to cover her mouth. "Oh my gosh, JJ! Is–Woah. Is this… this boat is yours?"

“Yup!” he said, puffing out his chest and throwing his hands up proudly.

Her gaze swept over the boat—a charming, beat-up thing, but it was perfect for JJ. The paint was chipped, and the motor looked like it had seen better days, but it had a certain rugged charm, just like him. “JJ, it’s—”

“Beautiful? Amazing? The best thing you’ve ever seen?” He interrupted, unable to contain his excitement.

She giggles, nodding along. “Yeah! How did you even manage this? We're... literally broke right now.”

JJ let out a short awkward chuckle, scratching his wrinkled eyebrows, “Uh, well... that's not really important. What is important though, is that she's all mine–Ours! It's not really new but, with a couple of technical adjustments, a little more of my girl's style right here and—boom! Meet 'The Maybank!”

She stared at him for a moment, eyes twinkling, before bursting into giggles. “The Maybank?”

“Okay, okay, it’s a work in progress, name-wise” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. “But who cares about the name? Check this out! Come on, come on!" He grabbed her hand again and practically sprinted to the back of the boat, pulling her along with him like an overexcited puppy.

“JJ!” she laughed, trying to keep up with his energy.

“Look at this beauty of a motor!” he exclaimed, leaning over to pat the engine like it was some prized race car. “She purrs like a kitten! Well, kinda more like a sick kitten, but once I fix her up—purring.”

She smiled warmly, her heart swelling at how proud and happy he looked. JJ had been through so much, more than most people could handle, and yet here he was, smiling like a little kid on Christmas morning, showing her the boat he’d worked so hard to get. “A sick kitten? Oh, it's... Yeah, probably fixable. Without any more costs...”

“Oh, it is, princess!” JJ said, completely missing the uneasy tone. “You haven’t even seen the best part yet! Come here!”

He tugged her to the front of the boat, showing off the seats with grand gestures, talking a mile a minute. “These seats? Top-tier comfort. I mean, okay, there’s a rip or two, but it’s vintage, y’know? Character! Like–Like you say. Aesthetic.... And this right here—” He pointed to the tiny built-in cooler. “Boom! Cooler for all our drinks. You, me, the Pogues? Ice-cold sodas, beers, whatever we want. Fancy, huh?”

“Very fancy,” she giggled, nodding along.

“And wait, wait, there’s more!” He led her to the very front of the boat, practically skipping at this point. “See this space? Perfect for you to lay out and tan while I drive. Like a little sunbathing queen. Plus, I can park us in all the secret spots around OBX.”

She couldn’t stop laughing at how eager he was, and her heart swelled as she watched him ramble on. “You’re really proud of this, huh?”

He stopped mid-gesture and turned to her, his grin softening for a moment. “Yeah. I mean… it’s not much, but it’s mine. I can finally take you out on adventures, like we always talked about.”

Her heart melted at his words, and she reached up, cupping his cheek with her hand. “JJ, it’s perfect. I love it. I’m so proud of you.”

He leaned into her touch, his heart thudding in his chest. But before the moment could get too soft, his energy snapped back, and he grabbed her hand again. “Come on, I haven’t shown you the captain’s seat yet!”

He practically dragged her over to the helm, hopping into the driver’s seat and patting the spot next to him like an excited puppy. “Check it out! You wanna drive? You totally gotta drive.”

She shook her head, laughing again, but took a seat next to him, watching as he fiddled with the controls like a seasoned pro. “I don’t think I’m ready to drive a boat just yet, JJ. Can't even drive the HMS Pogue”

“Pfft, you’ve got me! I’m a captain now, baby. I’ll teach you everything. Plus, there’s not much to it—steering, not hitting rocks, easy peasy. You got it.”

She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. “Maybe next time, Captain Maybank.”

“Next time, I’ll hold you to that,” he smirked, turning to plant a quick kiss on her forehead.

With one swift movement, JJ started up the boat, and they pulled away from the dock, the boat chugging forward at a steady pace. The wind whipped through her hair, and JJ was practically glowing beside her, his smile as wide as the ocean they were heading toward.

“See? Easy!” JJ exclaimed, beaming from ear to ear as they coasted along the water. “This is just the start. I’m gonna take you everywhere, baby—secret beaches, hidden coves, the works. We’ll go places no one else even knows about. And just then, we'll be traveling all over the world. Like pirates”

She watched him, her heart practically melting as he rambled on, his energy so infectious that it made her feel like they were the only two people in the world. His joy was her joy, and she couldn’t help but beam at how proud and excited he was. “JJ, this is… amazing.”

He shot her a playful smirk. “I'm telling you, just wait until I fix the motor. Then we’ll be flying across the water, like those fancy Kooky boats. But better.”

She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder as the boat slowed to a gentle stop in the middle of the water, the sound of the engine fading away to leave just the soft lapping of the waves. The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting the sky in a beautiful mix of orange, pink, and purple. It was serene, and perfect.

As they glided over the water, JJ kept up his constant narration, pointing out every little thing about the boat, from the condition of the steering wheel to a small patch he’d made on the deck with duct tape. She soaked it all in, giggling at his over-the-top enthusiasm, and her heart swelled at how happy and free he seemed.

After a while, JJ slowed the boat to a stop in a quiet, serene spot with a perfect view of the setting sun. The water around them was calm, reflecting the orange and pink hues of the sky.

“And here we are,” JJ announced, throwing his arm over her shoulders as if he’d just revealed a million-dollar mansion. “Not bad for a first trip, huh?”

She snuggled into his side, her fingers tracing little patterns on his arm. “Not bad at all. I think I could get used to this.”

JJ grinned, leaning in to whisper conspiratorially, “You'll see, pretty girl. ”

She laughed, tipping her head up to kiss him on the cheek. “I can’t wait, Captain Maybank.”

JJ wrapped both arms around her, pulling her close as they watched the sunset together. His excitement from earlier had finally settled into a comfortable warmth, and for the first time in a while, he felt like everything was exactly where it was supposed to be. He places his chin on his shoulder, eyes twinkling with mischief. “You know, I’ve been thinking…”

“Uh-oh,” she teased, gentely tilting her head go look at him. “That’s never good.”

“Hey!” he laughed, then shook his head. “Nah, but seriously. You, know, the name of the boat? ‘The Maybank's’?" The way he pronounced it, slowly and with a twich of his eyebrows, managed to get a giggle from her. "It’s got a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?”

"Mhm, yeah. Really... characterized"

His grin softened into something a little more serious but no less JJ—playful yet full of warmth. He stepped closer, the arms around her waist gentely tighting. “Well, I was thinking… It’s perfect for when we get married too, you know? You’re gonna be a Maybank one day. Well, if you want. You can keep your last name though, not sure how it all works up these days, but... I wouldn't mind to share, you know? Just saying”

Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt her cheeks flush as his words settled in. Instead of being flustered, she melted into him, her smile only growing wider, softer, and so full of love. “No–I... You really think so?” she whispered, gazing up at him with that sweet, adoring look she saved just for him.

Her breath caught, the realization washing over her in a wave of warmth. They both knew it, had known it for a while now. The thought of marrying JJ felt like the most natural thing in the world, like it was already written in the stars.

“Of course! You’re my girl,” he said, his voice steady, almost serious, as if he was laying down the law. “When we get married, it’s going to be you and me, officially. Just picture it: ‘Captain and Mrs. Maybank’—how cool is that?”

A dreamy smile spread across her face, and she bit her lip, feeling giddy at the thought. “Mhm, sounds amazing, Jayj. Like a dream.”

His eyes lit up, and he pulled her closer, their bodies practically melting into one another. “See? It’s meant to be. I’ll show you the ropes on this boat, and then we can plan our future adventures as a married couple. Our honeymoon even” He flashed that goofy grin that always made her heart race. “You’ll make the best wife ever.”

Her cheeks flushed at the sincerity in his words, and she felt her heart swell with love. “I would love to be your wife, Mr. Maybank,” she said earnestly, her voice a soft melody. “I can’t imagine anything better.”

“Mhm. You, me, and this boat—just sailing off into the sunset. It’s perfect.” He pointed to the sea vaguely, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “And, hey, we can even practice the whole captain and first mate thing. We'll be the king and queen of these waters”

Her heart is about go explode in her chest, her eyes hurting from how much love they're holding while looking at him.

“Do you think we can take it out soon?” she asked, turning around in his arms to be face to face with him.

“Oh, absolutely. I already imagine us cruising around the island, just the two of us,” he said, a dreamy look crossing his face. “And then, in a few years, we’ll be out here with our kids, teaching them how to sail. It’ll be perfect.”

Her heart swelled at the thought, and she wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head against his chest. “I can’t wait for that, JJ. You make everything sound so fun and exciting.”

“Because it is! Especially with you!” He grinned down at her, and she could see the love and enthusiasm shining in his eyes. “You and me, forever, right?”

“Forever,” she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper, but filled with all the certainty in the world. As they stood there together, she knew without a doubt that one day, they’d be sailing through life as Mr. and Mrs. Maybank, and nothing could be more perfect than that.

With her by his side and the open water ahead of them, JJ Maybank couldn’t imagine life getting any better.

[bunny-jpeg]

the group chat (max's version)

max verstappen

cw: smut/pwp, filming, exhibitionism, yacht sex, alcohol, semi-public sex, missionary, loud & sloppy,

bunny says: this is part of a multi-part series where each chapter is with a different driver. each revolving around the idea of the driver's group chat, how would they film you two fucking for the enjoyment of the others?

want another driver? find your fave here!

the group chat was an infamous piece of insight into the lives of formula one drivers. at least that's what people thought, in all honesty it was rather boring. there was some gossip here and there, but for the most part it was rather quiet.

until the drivers woke up to a pretty big file sent to the chat. labeled "3gO395867CB.mp4" this video gave no indication of what the contents were and only the most curious of the drivers opened it.

"you ready, mijn liefje?" max's voice came from behind the camera. he had it propped up against something and walked to where you were.

the viewer of the video could clearly make out your naked boat, seated on the top part of max's boat. you had your arms stretched out slightly behind you and your ankles crossed. the look in your eye read how dedicated you were to max.

he stood close to you and reached out. his thumb grazed you bottom lip as he said, "you didn't answer me."

you replied, "ready as i'll ever be."

"you know they're watching." he said as he peeled off his briefs and stepped out of them. your lips went right for his cock, but he grabbed you by the hair to stop you, "not today."

he got down beside you and his hands were all over you. especially the hand that snaked between your legs. his lips were at your neck where he was leaving a trail of pretty bruises.

he fingered you while he kissed your neck, he soaked in your moans knowing that the camera was capturing every second of their intimacy on the boat. max verstappen's cute girlfriend, the one who always knew how to light him up after a bad loss.

there you were on camera while your three-time championship boyfriend fingered the fuck out of you. your noises were pornographic, it made max's cock twitch.

"jij bent mijn brave meid, toch?"

you nodded, "ja schatje." your response was almost fluent dutch, which made the champion chuckle before he pulled you in for another searing kiss.

he laid out out on the couch and felt up your body, "look at the camera and tell them how you're feeling." his voice was a comforting feeling but it still made you run hot.

his touch was electric, "tell them." he encouraged.

it took a few moments to build up courage before you waved to the camera as if you weren't naked and about to be fucked. "hi, guys." you said, "um, i guess we're going to put a show on for all of you today." you giggled, "so enjoy."

"tell them how you feel?"

"sunburnt..." there was a pause, "and horny. we were drinking earlier which led to this happening." you looked up at max, "so you better fuck me off before you wrapped your arms around his neck.

he kissed at your heated cheeks, "always will." before he lifted your hips and got you in the right position to slip his cock inside of you. he fit like a glove with little resistance. he made a noise like air was caught in his throat before he coughed out, "neuken."

you two have had sex multiple times. it wasn't a surprise that your pussy was just too good for him. but every time he forgets how good it felt. you wrapped your legs around him.

the sound of the water hitting the boat accompanied the sounds of your heavy breathing and moaning. there was no telling exactly where you were other than it was quiet enough for you to be fucking on the deck and it was a bright sunny day out.

max went in for another searing kiss as he continued to thrust into you. your body moved against him as he laid his chest against yours. your hands explored his toned back, nails dug into the skin when he hit a particular spot.

the kisses you sloppy and loud, paired with your moans and the peacefulness of the ocean. the viewer was left to wonder if anyone could even catch you. maybe that was the risk of it all, the idea of being caught.

he still tasted like the gun and tonics he had earlier. his face kissed by the sun till it was red. sweat down his bare back as he thrusted up into you. you could almost forget that this entire thing was being filmed.

max's praises were sloppy as were his kisses. the fire in your belly burned hot as he continued to move against you. you raked your nails down his back as he rutted into you.

"cum for me" he panted, "i want them to see what face you make when i make you feel good."

you panted, a sarcastic comment hung on your tongue but never came out. your head was too flushed with hot pleasure. you tensed up around him and finished with a loud moan.

max drank in the sight of you hyped up on intense pleasure. he flashed a knowing smile to the camera. he may be sharing the intimate moment between you two, but it didn't mean he was going to share you.

it was loud, sloppy fucking on a yacht. a symbol of power and wealth that max had at his disposal. you kept your legs around him as he continued to thrust into you.

when pleasure sank its teeth into him, he grabbed you by the meat of your hips and gave two hard thrusts of his hips before he spilled himself into you. he coated the inside of your pussy with white cum.

"holy shit."

"max."

"i know. catch your breath." he replied as he pushed hair out of your face. even blissed out you looked like his dream girl. what a special little thing you were!

max then slowly pulled out and let you be laid out on the couch. your breathing was heavy and your skin glowed in the afternoon light. felt lightheaded as you watched the driver get up to turn off the video.

the camera got a good view of max's cock, shiny with your wetness as he picked up the device and turned off the video. the file ended.

the message attached to the video was, "what mine isn't yours. don't ask for a taste. if tomorrow's race goes well, then you'll get another one."

[zuzu-tries-to-write]

hiiiii I’m obsessed with your writing it’s so good and I have an idea. So can you write a fan fic bakugo X reader where bakugo is your bully and actually your online boyfriend but you both don’t know it. I know it’s kinda weird but like pleaseee 🙏🏼😅

Part 2 is here!!

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Title: “I Hate You, Love.”

Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

Genre: Enemies to Lovers / Online Romance / Fluff overload

Summary: Bakugo is the guy who always gets under your skin at school—loud, mean, and frustratingly hot. But online? You’re in love with someone else entirely. Your anonymous boyfriend “BoomBoy” is sweet, protective, and just a little grumpy in the cutest way.

You just don’t know they’re the same person.

(And neither does he.)

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You: Can’t wait to see you again tonight, BoomBoy. You’re the best part of my day.

BoomBoy: Shut up, dumbass. You’re the best part of mine.

You giggle, flopping back on your bed with your phone still in hand. He always says something mean right after something sweet. It’s adorable. You don’t even know his real name—just that he’s some guy from your school with a voice you swear sounds kind of familiar. He never turns on his cam.

But the way he talks to you—like you’re special, like he knows you—feels too good to let go.

Too real. Too safe.

Which is why it sucks that in real life, Bakugo Katsuki won’t stop making your life miserable.

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“Move, dumbass.”

His voice is gravel and thunderstorms, and you roll your eyes, stepping aside in the hallway.

“Do you ever not insult me?” you mutter.

Bakugo smirks, the sharp kind of grin that makes your stomach flutter for all the wrong reasons.

“I’ll stop insulting you when you stop being so easy to mess with.”

Jerk.

You hate how pretty he looks in the sunlight, like the universe gave him too many good genes just to make you suffer.

And you really hate that you kinda, maybe, sort of think about him too much.

But it’s okay.

You have your BoomBoy.

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Later that night, you’re curled up under a blanket, heart skipping every time your phone pings.

BoomBoy: Had a crappy day. Missed you.

You: I’m here now. Wanna talk about it?

BoomBoy: Just some idiot at school getting on my nerves. Wish I could see you instead.

You: What would you do if we met in real life?

BoomBoy: Kiss you so hard you forget every bad day you’ve ever had.

You let out a tiny gasp, hugging your pillow.

“BoomBoy…” you type, cheeks hot.

You: You’ve never said something like that before.

BoomBoy: Yeah, well. You bring out the soft in me. Don’t tell anyone.

You: Your secret’s safe with me.

If only you knew.

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The next day at school, you pass Bakugo in the hallway.

He mutters something under his breath, and for once, you decide to snap back.

“At least I’m not hiding behind some stupid, angry persona all the time,” you hiss.

His eyes narrow. “What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”

You shrug, walking off with your heart racing.

It’s weird.

Something about Bakugo feels so familiar lately.

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That night, BoomBoy is quiet.

But then your phone buzzes.

BoomBoy: What if I told you I think I know who you are IRL?

Your heart drops.

You: Wait. Are you serious?

BoomBoy: Yeah. And I’m scared you’re gonna hate me.

You: I could never hate you.

BoomBoy: What if I’m your worst nightmare at school?

You freeze.

No.

No way.

There’s only one person who fits that description.

You: Katsuki?

It takes a long moment.

BoomBoy: Yeah.

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Your phone almost slips out of your hands.

Bakugo Katsuki is BoomBoy.

Bakugo. The boy who always teased you.

Bakugo. The same boy who sent you sweet messages at midnight and told you he’d kiss you until the world disappeared.

Before you can respond, your phone lights up again.

BoomBoy: I didn’t know it was you either. I swear.

BoomBoy: I thought… I thought you hated me.

BoomBoy: But you’re the only one I can talk to. You make everything better.

BoomBoy: I’m sorry I was a jerk in real life. I didn’t know it was you. I didn’t know how to—feel.

BoomBoy: Can I come see you? Like really see you?

You swallow hard, hands shaking.

And then you smile.

You: Come to the park. I’ll be waiting.

[matchpointfaist]

the children yearn for the mines and I yearn for roger pinball . pleak

rhiannon -- roger sharpe

tw; smut! roger is a silly billy idk. i had so much fun w this roger pinball my beloved!

starting at gq had been a godsend for roger. in the aftermath of his divorce, and recent move to the city, it had been a shiny token of new beginnings. the pretty fashion column writer with a desk just next to his? well, you were just an added bonus.

day in and day out, he'd watch you interact with your coworkers, always too awkward to speak up himself. it went on for weeks, his secret stolen glances across the desks, until one afternoon harry perched himself on the edge of roger's desk, grinning. "you ever gonna talk to her, rog?" he asked, eyes twinkling. "i don't know what you mean," roger just shook his head, looking away and clearing his throat. "everybody in here sees how you look at her. just talk to her, man. she doesn't bite,"

and then he was gone, leaving the words to echo in roger's mind, his internal soundtrack as he watched you laughing with the resident photographer. he knew harry was right, realistically. you were just a woman, and he could handle that. sure, you were the most beautiful woman you'd ever seen, and you were so effortlessly cool that it made him stutter over his words just thinking about it. he'd been married, and divorced, so surely he could handle asking you to dinner.

he worked it all out in his mind. at the end of the night, when everyone was heading down the elevator, he'd ask you. but then the end of the night came, and you were still fussing over a mannequin, pinning all sorts of fabric over its' surface. okay, so he'd just to have to wait until the next night- "roger!" your voice sent a chill down his spine, "hey, sorry, would you mind helping me with this?"

he turned to where you gestured to a pile of fabric, nodding despite knowing nothing at all about fashion, "yeah, of course," "you're a lifesaver, thank you!" you smiled, so bright, so focused on him, it was driving him insane already, "i really just need an extra set of hands to hold everything together while i pin it," "good thing i have two, then," he held them up, acutely aware that it was not a flirty or funny thing to say, but you laughed anyway, like it was the most original thing you'd ever heard. "just tell me where to go, boss,"

he spent the next hour hunched over the mannequin, obeying your every little command on repositioning the materials, in awe of how your vision came to life in front of his eyes. you'd made small talk between requests, asking about his family and hometown, laughing at all his one liners, telling him how cool it was that he was from chicago. he didn't even notice how late it had gotten until you were checking the clock and apologizing, telling him it was half past seven, as if he cared at all. "oh, that's alright," he waved a dismissive hand, "did you get all you needed?" "sure did, thanks to you," you smiled, smoothing out the dress you'd put together. "then it was a night well spent," he grinned.

"at least let me buy you dinner or something," you pleaded as the two of you headed for the elevator, your coat draped over your arm, "i practically wasted your evening," "i told you, it was a night well spent," he argued, holding the door open for you, "besides, a lady has no business buying dinner," "oh, how chivalrous," you laughed, "i had no idea you were so old fashioned, roger," there it was again, the sound of your name on his lips sending a shiver throughout his body. "well of course, m'lady," he put on his best posh accent, "i would not dare fall behind on my gentlemanly duties,"

you fell into a fit of laughs at that, your head tipped back, shoulders shaking. "i had no idea you were so funny, either!" you giggled, covering your mouth, "you should talk more in the office," he wanted to tell you he talked plenty, to harry and james and jack and pamela. you were the only one he hadn't quite gotten the courage for. tonight, that felt like a distant memory. he wasn't sure where his newfound confidence had come from, but he assumed it had something to do with the way you laughed at his jokes, or the way your hand hovered over his when you'd been working on the dress.

when you reached the first floor, he pushed the door open for you, then helped you into your coat as you stepped out into the cold. "any big plans tonight?" you asked, looking at him over your shoulder as he slid the fabric over you. "no, this was it for me," he shook his head, resisting the urge to brush your hair off the nape of your neck, "you?" "same here," you shrugged, "its still early though, so who knows?" "the world's your oyster, huh?" he joked, "we could get that dinner you suggested, if you're free. i'm still not letting you pay, though," "i know the perfect place!" you beamed, tugging on his arm, "cmon, it's this way,"

you brought him to a dimly lit bar, smiling like it was heaven on earth, singing the praises of the bartenders and the greasy food. as soon as you walked through the door, his eyes went to the lit up pinball machine wedged in the corner, surprise buzzing in his veins. he hadn't laid eyes on one since they'd removed the one inside the bookstore, and it was right there, but then you were pulling him to a seat and he was forcing down his excitement. playing pinball on the first date- was this a date?- was sure to land him right back at square one.

the two of you split a tray of appetizers, filling every ounce of silence with laughter and flowing conversation, and he'd halfway managed to push the game from his mind. but then you were smiling, telling him about their little makeshift arcade, and he finally cracked. "we should go play pinball!" he hoped it came out like a lighthearted suggestion, not revealing the thing he was most passionate about in this world. "only if you promise to teach me," you slid off your barstool, draping your coat over the back, "i've never played," oh, he was in heaven now.

he led you to the machine, walking you through the basics, explaining the purpose of each piece, the importance of the plunger, watching as you looked over it excitedly. as you leaned over it, hand on the plunger, he hesitated before moving to stand behind you, one arm on either side of yours, his right hand guiding yours to pull the plunger back. he pulled your hands to control the flippers, his face resting just above your shoulder, "there ya go, you're a natural," you shivered slightly, "i think you're doing all the work, actually," "don't be silly, you're getting it already," he laughed softly, the sound raising goosebumps along your skin, and you leaned back ever so slightly, your back now flush against him.

"i had no idea pinball was so hands on," you murmured, and he was briefly afraid that he'd done too much, been too forward, but as soon as he moved to pull away, you pulled him back, smiling, "wasn't complaining, rog," "no?" his voice cracked as he said it, blood rushing to his cheeks, "i don't think i mind it either,"

he helped you through two games like that, draped over your back, hands guiding yours. every few minutes, you’d shift in his arms, brushing against his hips in a way that had him stuttering, fumbling for words. you finally managed to hit the smallest target, the 500 pointer, turning in his arms and squealing with excitement. “i won!” you grinned, “did you see that? i totally won! i’m so good at this,” he tried so hard to focus, to maintain his easygoing exterior, but your chest was pressed against his and you were smiling up at him and he suddenly needed to press you against the pinball machine and- “well now i owe you for being such a good teacher,”

he told himself he imagined your tone, imagined the way your lashes bat up at him, but the words shot through him nonetheless, his skin flushed all over. “yeah?” he managed, “maybe we could get coffee soon, or-“ “that’s not what i meant, roger,” you giggled, “gosh, you’re too sweet to take a hint. i’m flirting with you,” jesus, he knew that. he just couldn’t bare the thought of it, of acting on it and messing up, or worse, letting this go to waste. “i know that,” he grumbled, cheeks red, “i just didn’t wanna be presumptuous,”

“d’you wanna come over?” you asked, one hand on his chest, “i don’t wanna move too quick, but i thought maybe you were interested,” “of course i’m interested,” he tried to laugh off the quickness with which he’d replied, “you’re beautiful, i’d love to come with you, of course,” “good,” you smiled, like you were truly relieved, “come on, then, let’s call a cab,”

he followed you back into the chilly night air, watching as you hailed a cab with practiced ease, a frustrated pout on your lips when minutes passed without luck. “gonna freeze out here,” he pulled you away from the edge of the sidewalk, his arms over your shoulders, “you oughta dress warmer, yknow,” “and compromise fashion? never,” you laid a hand on your chest like you were offended, but your grin gave you away, “got you to warm me up, anyway,” you scooted in closer, and he couldn’t hold it back anymore. “i really wanna kiss you,” it came out in a nervous laugh, his voice cracking, “if that’s okay,”

“i’d love for you to kiss me, roger,” you smiled, standing on your tiptoes to reach him better, giggling quietly as his mustache brushed your lips before he finally kissed you, his hand on your low back to hold you up. he could feel you smiling against his lips and it made him so giddy, like a high schooler with a crush, not a grown man kissing his coworker in the middle of a new york street. you pulled away after a moment, cheeks flushed and eyes twinkling, “tickles a little,” “oh, sorry,” he laughed, smoothing down the facial hair self consciously, “i could trim it, for next time,” “next time?” you raised an eyebrow, grinning, “how presumptuous of you, mr. sharpe,” and then you were kissing him again, and he was smiling in turn, unable to stop himself.

you finally took a break long enough to hail a taxi, sneaking kisses between glimpses at the street, giggling as he helped you into the backseat, his hand never leaving yours. you gave the driver your address before falling back into the seat, smiling and making soft, surprised noises as he trailed kisses over your jawline. when the taxi finally arrived at your apartment, the two of you stumbled out, roger passing the driver a crisp $50 and bidding him goodnight before revolving back into your orbit, a blur of hands and kisses as he followed you up the stairs, laughing as he stumbled on the top step.

you unlocked the door with one hand, kicking it open and squealing as he picked you up, kicking the door closed after him, kissing you senseless as you wrapped your legs around his waist. “bedroom?” he asked, panting against your lips, smiling still, “if that’s what you want, i mean,” “down the hall to the right,” you replied, your tone rushed as you kissed him again, clinging to him as he carried you down the hall.

your bedroom was such a perfect amalgamation of you, posters on the wall and fabric scraps littering the floor, burnt up incense on the nightstand and a record player on the dresser. he set you down on the bed gently, leaning over you at an awkward angle until you pulled him down beside you, giggling when he nearly flipped off the mattress. “you’re so-“ he spoke in broken sentences, kissing all over your cheeks and jaw, “beautiful-“ more kisses, trailing down your neck, “smell so good,”

you pulled at the edge of his shirt, your forehead bumping his as you pulled off the sweater, tossing it to the floor with a laugh before tracing your fingers over his chest, raking your fingernails through the dusting of blonde hair. “are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, voice cracked with withheld curses as you kissed down his chest, pausing to admire his freckles. “i’m sure, roger,” you hummed, “don’t worry s’much,”

“whatever you say,” he murmured, “can i-“ his fingers hovered over the skirt of your dress, itching to pull it off. you nodded, cheeks flush, raising your arms as he pulled the dress up and off of you, leaving you in your underwear and bra. “beautiful,” he whispered, mostly to himself, hesitating before burying his face in your chest, kissing and biting ever so slightly, sucking little pink marks into the skin. “oh,” you exhaled softly, resting your hands in his hair, “that feels good,” he slid one hand into the cup of your bra, satisfied as you let out a quiet moan when his fingers traced your nipple, smiling against your chest.

he let you push him back slightly, your hands coming to undo his belt buckle and rid him of his corduroy pants, biting his lip when your hand grazed his aching length through his boxers. you pressed a kiss to his lower stomach, just above the line of cotton, humming before pulling his lips back to yours, kissing him nice ‘n slow. “how do you want me?” he asked, breathless as his hands slid to your ass, kneading and grabbing desperately. “don’t care,” you mumbled, kissing his cheek, “just wanna see you,”

you rolled over onto your back, letting him undo your bra and slide your underwear down, gasping softly as you felt the ghost of his breath against your slick cunt. “oh, roger,” his tongue was on you in seconds, lapping at you, so eager to please. “is this okay?” he paused to ask, and you laughed despite the situation at hand, “yes, please,” you nodded, holding his hair gently as he resumed, one hand running over your thigh softly. his free hand slid between your thighs, one finger sliding into you slowly as he paused to press a kiss to your thigh before returning to his movements. his finger curled inside you as his tongue circled your clit, your quiet moans filling the room. “so close,” you panted, hips bucking, “oh, roger, fuck-“ you came undone against his mouth, grinding against him, back arched off the mattress as he licked you clean, humming softly.

he kissed back up to your face, and you laughed as his now wet mustache slid against your cheek, scrunching you nose and wiping his mouth with your blanket before kissing him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “thank you,” you mumbled against his lips, reaching between your bodies to push down his boxers. “thanks for letting me,” he smiled slightly, the corner of his mouth quirked up, but quickly falling open as you wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking it slowly.

you rolled onto your side, roger following, until you were facing each other, your legs on either side of his. “like this?” he asked, face all screwed up in pleasure when you led him between your thighs, his tip brushing against you. “yes, please,” you nodded, kissing him once more before he was holding one of your hips, his free hand on the side of your face as he slowly worked inside of you, stretching you out slowly. “oh, god,” he exhaled, eyes rolling back, “you’re so tight,” his hips twitched slightly, rocking deeper into you, “sorry- just so good,” “don’t apologize,” you murmured, “just fuck me, rog, m not gonna break,”

that sent him over the edge of control, and his grip on your hip tightened slightly as he fucked you deeper, his thrusts still slow and gentle. he tried his hardest to keep his eyes open, not wanting to miss a moment of the way you looked as you came undone around him, a moaning mess. “beautiful,” he panted, the tension growing tighter in his stomach as he got closer, “oh, baby, god, thank you,” he caught your lips in a kiss, hard and hot as he got closer and closer to the edge, finally spilling into you when you bit at his bottom lip lightly. “oh, jesus,” he pulled away, attempting to catch his breath, thumb running back and forth over your cheek as he did, “you’re perfect,”

“mm,” you had a blissful little smile on your swollen lips, “i think you’re perfect, actually,” “oh!” he suddenly realized that he’d finished inside you, his cheeks burning, “i’m so sorry, i- i didn’t even mean to,” “it’s okay,” you giggled, “on the pill,” “oh,” he exhaled a sigh of relief, “that was- i mean, amazing,” you pressed a kiss to his cheek, smiling still, before rolling over with a sigh, sitting up and stretching. “it was,” you glanced at him over your shoulder, grabbing his sweater from the floor and slipping it over you as you padded to the bathroom, returning a few minutes later. “looks better on you,” he grinned, eyes half lidded as he watched you climb back into bed. “mm, maybe not as fashionable as i’d like. but it smells nice,” you teased, kissing his shoulder and settling back in beside him, “stay over?” “wouldn’t dream of leaving,” he laughed, brushing a strand of hair from your face, “we should play pinball more often,”

[melondecarabia]

⋆˙⟡ 24h sugar pill (1/3)

leo kurosagi x fem reader 

fluff, crack, mildly angsty scene 

mdni! 

authors note: leo my princess with a disorder.

tw: leo, suggestive scenes, leo's one sided beef with jiro, hater behavior 

summary: leo gets smacked in the face with some love potion in powdered form, and it's your job to take care of him. unfortunately? you can decide that. 

36h observation period (part 2)

4h trial run (part 3)

"Ugh. Can't believe I have to deal with you… They know damn well I can do this myself…" He keeps complaining and complaining, and you are just about to smoke this bitch like a barbeque. Leo is well aware that this mission is safer to accomplish with two people, despite the low danger level. Why? 

Well, the currently empty (despite it being midday) mall Darkwick has sent you two to investigate, is supposed to house an anomaly. What does it do, exactly? Well, four people have changed behavior in the blink of an eye while in the building. A salary man clinging to a coworker, an old lady flirting with a sales clerk, a young woman smothering her boyfriend with a hug, and a man in his 30s begging a woman for a peg- (redacted). These individuals acted in a manner described as 'puppy love' to 'unhinged simping' for the timespan of 15 minutes to 24 hours. All four have no recollection of this happening, and acted embarrassed when told of it. So, if one of you were to be inflicted with these symptoms, the other could escort them back to Darkwick after marking the location of the anomaly. 

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"Man," That smug grin keeps coming back, "Can't wait for you to get got and cling to me for a whole day. Wouldn't be that different from usual though!" "You're the one who keeps breaking into my dorm." He has the audacity to scoff, "Got proof, honor roll?" Leo keeps looking at you like old gum. Bitch. "Set up a test the other day. I bought those extra mega spicy chips, and put them in my snack drawer. I certainly don't eat them because I value my life, and everyone who visits with my knowledge and permission don't want to breathe fire for a week. Also, only one person I know is insane enough to even get near them. Does that ring a bell?" You raise an eyebrow and side eye him back. He doesn't even bother to answer, and steps further to the side. Is that Pinterest on his phone? It's a pretty recognizable logo. 

He notices you looking, and quickly shuts the screen with a sharp glare. "Invasion of privacy. Never heard of it being illegal?" "That's rich-" He raises a single, soft finger to your lips. "Do you hear that?" Only the buzzing of electricity- oh? A soft, harp-like melody? Your eyes meet bright yellow. Despite being insufferable, at least he knows when to take things seriously. Even if it's not very often… 

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Sneaking through the short hallway between shops, the sound is louder near the entrance to the bathrooms. It stopped, right as he stepped to the area where men's and women's sections are in the opposite directions. He turns to look at you still in the hallway. Leo looks up at the ceiling- POOF! A powder, the color of cherry blossoms, covers his head for a moment before dissipating into nothingness, sending him into a coughing fit. "Leo!" You grab his collar and yank him back to the hallway like a ragdoll. 

"Leo! You good?!" You put your hand up. "How many fingers am I holding up?" He coughs a bit more, before staring at you through (unfairly) long lashes. "Teehee…" Why the fuck is he giggling? "All five!" Oh good, he's not that out of it- that thought is cut off as he laces his fingers with yours. "Huh?" Ohhhhh no no no. His fair face is flushed pink, and the yellow of his eyes is barely visible with the blown out pupils. "Ho-nor roooolll… so pretty ♡…" How did he say that outloud- whatever. The time is 12:24 PM as you send the location to Jiro, and a warning about surprise attacks, with some difficulty as Leo has grabbed your dominant hand and is currently rubbing his face on it like a cat. "Come ooonnnnnn…" You look at his glossy pout. "Pay attention to meeeeee…..!" Oh. You're not sure if this is preferable to the usual sassiness. The phone in your hand is quickly snatched away, and thankfully, you managed to turn it off just before. Giving Leo unlimited access to it would mean spiritual death. "Hmph. Who were you talking to?" Leo really is like a cat, with narrowed eyes and a look of deep offense. "Jiro. I told him about the anomaly." Telling that piece of information seemed to be the wrong move, as now he's even more offended. "Why are you talking to hiiimmm???? Am I not enough?" Oh god. Is he about to cry? 

Okay. He's definitely very much out of it, and not faking it. "It's not like that. I needed to-" Skull, meet floor! You're tackled in a hug as his arms snake around your neck. "You don't need him! Just me!" Now throwing a tantrum, complete with whining, Leo cries. You awkwardly pat his back, but need to get him off before choking to death. "Yes, yes. I know. You know you're my boyfriend, right? Let's go back to Darkwick now." After a staredown, he deems your answer to be satisfying enough. "Okay…" He finally gets off your chest, but when you finally manage to stand up, he clings to your arm with the same strength as before. "I wanna cuddle tonight, okay? You better make this up to me." Hopefully, this'll end soon. It's freaky, and not in a good way. 

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How are you going to manage this? Leo is currently hanging off your arm as practically dead weight, and the elevators are not operating. Shit… the only option left is the stairs currently in front of you, as the door to the Galaxy Express is located on the first floor. Sigh. "Leo?" He lifts his head up ever so slightly from where he was burying his nose in your neck, and makes a sound of acknowledgement. "Can you… stop clinging to me for a while so we can go downstairs without risking death?" The sugary sweet voice you're currently sporting brings a flavor of bitter acid in your throat. Ugh. He seems to contemplate for a bit, before his eyes glaze over and seem to glitter. "So pretty…" And now he's right in your face. Less than ideal! With every breath of his, you can smell an artificial fruit flavor. "Okay. Thanks. Uhhhh- fuck it." So, you direct his arm to rest on your shoulder, and bring your own to his (very small? why and how?) waist, and the other to support the underside of his knees. "Oh honor roll∼ You need to do this everyday!" He certainly doesn't seem to mind the position, which is great, as you don't want him to wriggle like a fish on land while trying to descend the stairs. What's not great, is that now he's sniffing your hair like it's cocaine and giggling like a drunk girl. Be strong, (y/n), you've dealt with worse. Probably. Maybe. 

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By some miracle, the Herculean feat is over. Thankfully, the man is quite light in weight, and his only movement was snuggling closer to your neck. You try to lower him back to the ground. "No!" "Ow! Leo- please, let me breathe-" As soon as you stand back up, he lets you do just that. You can practically see the airplane ears he would have as a cat. " (Y/n). Youare going to carry your adorable boyfriend back to Darkwick, right?" It's not a question. Another sigh. "Yes, honey." And he immediately cheers up! "Yay!" That giggle is as unsettling as it is cute. 

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Ugh- You finally get to sit down on the Galaxy Express, with, of course, some added weight. No one else is in here, you notice. Count your blessings! No witnesses present for this situation. He's still clinging to you though… the stars outside, along with the lamplight in the car, bring an ethereal sort of glow to his smooth face. Leo's really great-looking, even if you're usually distracted by his thorny words and catty attitude. Hehe, catty… huh. You settle a hand on his silky hair, and he's not biting it off. In fact, he melts even further into your lap, and slightly wiggles for a more comfortable position. "(Y/n)?" He's looking at you with uncharacteristically soft eyes. "Hm?" He nervously swallows. "I really, really like you." The sentence could barely be heard over the rattling of the train moving along. It's a welcome change for him to be friendly, but it's honestly preferable that he be mean like usual. Even if Leo doesn't particularly like you, at least you know he means it, and this… artificial softness, just feels worse than a real insult. To keep him satisfied, you hug him back, and offer a noncommittal sound of agreement. 

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After three minutes, he whips out his phone, and opens up Pinterest. "It's us." A photo of two cats, cuddling each other while sleeping, is on the screen he shows to you. "Yep." The clock on his screen says it's 12:51 PM now. Should be about 7 minutes left to reach Darkwick. "Us." Another cat photo, this time with their tails making a heart. His feed is is filled with street fashion and… wedding inspo? If he's planning a fake wedding for his content with you, it'll be his last day on earth. Another cat photo. "Us!" A very deep sigh. 

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Finally! You breathe in the fresh air of the campus, with Leo holding on to your hand. His shampoo, though a pleasant scent, is still quite intense when his head is practically covering your nose. While breathing in to gather your thoughts, he leans against your shoulder. Ding! It's your phone, and the message from Jiro reads: "The effects of the anomaly aren't lethal, or dangerous. Kurosagi can go to his dorm to sleep it off. We'll analyze the anomaly to see how long he'll be under influence. I'll get back to you with the results." Ah, your appreciation grows for him. A person who takes his job seriously? In Darkwick? Without complaining? "(Yyyyyyy/nnnnnnnn)!" A whine of your name grabs your attention. "Yeah?" Oh, he doesn't seem very happy. "Are you talking to other men? Are you talking to that guy from Mortkranken?" 

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Leo grits his teeth. He's your boyfriend! That emo scarecrow smells like hand sanitizer anyway and speaks like a robot, so what's pleasant about speaking to the guy? The taste of jealousy burns in the back of his throat, but softens with another hug given to you. Not completely gone, though. "Are you cheating?" It's a heavy question, even heavier on his heart. "No, Leo. I'm not. He just told me you'll be fine after, you know," A wave of your hand towards his face, "Getting hit in the face by some suspicious powder." Hmph. That better be it. He sighs with a pout. Only one thing could cheer him up now… "Kiss me." So shocked… It's cute. He's already brightening up at the sight. "Well- no, I can't." A smoldering feeling, now raging from the pit of his stomach all the way up to his molars. "Why?" He's searching for a reason in your… sad face? Why are you sad around Leo? Would you be happy with that Mortkranken dude? It stings his eyes. It should, needs to, has to be the other way! "Why can't you? Do you not like me anymore? Is that it? Who? Is it that guy? Is it-" The wave of questions is stopped by two hands cupping his cheeks. You might not have a stigma, but you have a power to calm him down. "Leo." Have your lips always been that eyecatching? He thinks so. "You're not thinking straight, and it's because of that anomaly. Go back to Vagastrom, and sleep it off. You'll feel better right after." So soft-looking… Wait, back to where? 

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"No." His brows are furrowed, and the pout is back. "What do you mean no?" Oh. There's tears forming in the corners of his eyes. "(Yyyyyy/nnnnnnn)! What if I slip and die on the way? You want your boyfriend to die? So meeeeaaaannnnnn!" Dammit! He's whining so loud, Lyca can hear it from Obscuary! Your shoulders are held in a deathgrip, as his face nears yours. "Pleaaaasseeeeeee? You said we would cuddle tonight! You can't break your promise!" He's pressing against your body, trying to get even closer. You have to avert your face to avoid meeting his lips. "I didn't say- whatever! Just back up!" He does back up, with a satisfied grin. "Great! Let's go!" And you're given another demonstration of ghoul strength, as he drags you to the cathedral. 

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The section of the building made into an apartment is run down, but clearly in better condition than even a month earlier. It's not very aesthetically pleasing, but then again, you're barely given time to work on that. "Babe?" You seem to think for a while before realizing he's referring to you. "What?" Again, those stupid reports… Hmph. There's something much more interesting right next to you! "What kind of color scheme should we go for?" The sound of pen scratching on paper stops. "Huh?" That adorable confused look again. "For our home. I'm thinking this one," A light neutral, with a tint of warmth is on his screen, "and then we could have a couch with changeable covers. It's a neutral, so we don't need to paint the walls to change the look of the living room." He saves the color to a board named 'living room ideas'. Your eyes are so pretty. Even prettier when you smile, and the taste of acid is back. You laugh a lot more when around that himbo, or carrot-top, or tweedlebitch and tweedledumbass, or- before that thought rolls any further, the sound of a grumbling stomach is heard. "Ah." You avert your face away. Leo doesn't like that. It's 2:03 PM now. Right, you're probably hungry! Time to show you he's better than those losers. "Don't worry! I'll cook!" It's easy right? He can manage to not set things on fire when he wants to! 

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Leo? Kitchen? Food? Panic! Every dish he's made (for himself, obviously) so far has been a shade of red that looks like hellfire. Fuck. No. "Don't worry, I-" He stops you with a hand a bit too close to your chest. "No no, sit back down. You last ate breakfast, right?" There's nothing in your kitchen that could help him achieve that level of spice, but you can't risk it! "Leo? We could cook together, right?" The puppy eyes are a success! He beams, and claps his hands in excitement. "Okay! What do you have in here?" He's bending over to look into the fridge. "Aha! Curry sounds good, right?" He looks back to you over his shoulder, with a packet of protein in his hand. 

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"Yeah, sure. I'll help!" Hmph. No reaction? None whatsoever? You're just gonna wash your hands and take a chopping board? Fine. He knows he has a great ass, and you will too. Sigh. He'll get started on the rice, since- oh that's cute. A pink rice cooker? He'll have to find another for your future apartment though, since it's a bit small and cheap-looking. How big would it need to be? Wait, do you want kids? Leo's not that enthused to share your attention, but he's willing to negotiate. Especially for mini-versions of you two? You couldn't leave then either… Yeah. A bigger rice cooker. Maybe even a matching toaster? 

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Chop, chop, chop. The carrot is cut into near even pieces under the slightly dull knife. "Leo? Could you hand me the potatoes?" You've been conditioned to get nervous when he's quiet for too long by now. The last time he was left unattended, well, you got banned from 7 WackDonald's locations in one evening. 

The sack of potatoes gets set next to the chopping board. "Tha-" Two arms snake around your ribcage, and a warm body leans all it's weight on your back. "(Y/n)." You set down the knife, just in case he asks some out of pocket question and you give yourself a suprise amputation. "Yeah? What is it?" A shiver runs down your spine, as his hands start to caress circles right under your bra. "I wanna be your househusband." That question would've cost you a finger! Damn, you're smart. "Uh-huh. Sure about that? You'd have all sorts of errands, and a lot of housework." Right under your breasts now. A contemplative sound leaves him. "Yeah. I'm sure. I'll cook, and clean, and do the laundry, and… take care of your," He presses even closer to whisper in your ear, "needs." Something is poking your ass right now, and it's not a phone in his pocket. "Right! Nice, nice. Can you chop the potatoes? I gotta," Work right the fuck now brain, "Get the laundry! I'll go do that!" You're gonna eat kale or something tomorrow, just to reward your brain. Good job! 

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…ugh. Fine. He takes the knife, and gets to aggressively chopping the innocent spuds. You're a bit shy. He can work with that. Chop. Maybe some lingerie will do the trick. 

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Okay. There's not enough laundry to start the machine yet… You should've procastrinated for once. It's for the better though, as you come back to the kitchen just in time to witness Leo holding up an unfamiliar spice bottle. "Wait!" Just in time! You stop his hand from opening the omen of pain. "What's this?" He raises an eyebrow to that, "Oh, just something for a bit more kick." "I can't handle that, I think." It's still unopened, but there's already a slight burning in your eyes. "Could you, maybe, add it afterwards to your own bowl?" He looks a bit disappointed, but stashes it back into his coat pocket. You'll have to remember that. "Fiiiine. Only because you asked." He settles for a hug, and his cheek is smushed against your boob. You remember the events from 7 minutes ago, and take an awkward stance to keep your hips separated from his own. 

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The curry looks pretty good, in your humble and correct opinion. "Here. Oooopen up!" He holds a spoon to your lips, with a loving smile. There's a generous blush present on his face as you take it into your mouth. Tastes good, too, and even better with no worry of it being poisoned with whatever that bottle held inside. You nod in appreciation. "Yep. It's delicious. Thanks, Leo." Not a very common sentence in your life so far, but today's been weird anyway. "Hehe. Of course it is. I made it with love!" He's a bit more like himself, with a smug smile and tone, even if softened by the anomaly's effects. It's a better look than earlier. 

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By the time you two finish eating, it's 3:48 PM. An idea pops up in his head. "(Y/n)? You have a bathtub, right?" You already squint in suspicion. "Uh, yeah. You can go take a bath, if you want. The towels are-" Take a hint! " Yeah, but… I feel a bit loopy…" He conjures the best kicked, wet orphan puppy in the rain look he's got, "Can you pleeease join me? I'm cold, but I don't wanna slip and hit my head…" It's not working. Fuck! 

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Okay, so, you may not have joined him, but it's not a fruitless endeavor! Leo rubs his hands together like a mischievous housefly, and sets his sights on your soaps. He'll get to smell like you at least one way! And you gave him your clothes! He'll have to get his hands on your hoodie, that one you wear often? With the pattern? Wearing that outside will send a message to those loser cucks that you're taken. 

Leo really wishes that you would've joined… he sighs in relief when the tight briefs come off. Before he drops them along with the other used clothes into the open washing machine, he spots something. And oh, it's something alright. 'Black lace? Oh, you shouldn't have… naughty (y/n)!' A drunk grin splits his face. 

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You turn the TV volume up even louder. Don't think about it. Just don't. He's just doing yoga and stretching really well. In the bath. That's why he's making that noise. 

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By the time he's done, you're wearing headphones with the TV on full volume. You jump when he suddenly appears next to you, and starts clinging onto your arm again. He seems a bit tired, for some reason, which you absolutely don't know. "(Y/n)." It's 5:02 PM, your phone indicates, before it's set down along with the headphones. "What?" You're currently half covered by him, as his leg swings over to settle on your lap. The remote gets snatched, and the volume is turned down to near silent. 

"I love you." Your heartbeats get stuck in your throat, before a third knocks the two away and saves you from choking. Siiigh. There's still a distant, affectionate look, complete with blown out pupils. Not as intense as before, but still too sweet in contrast to usual bitterness. You give him a placating nod and hum, but it's not enough anymore. You're pushed to lay down, and get straddled by him. "What will it take for you to say it back?" A sigh, all the way from your soul. "Leo. The anomaly made you confused, and you're not being yourself. When you snap out of this, you'll spit in my face again. So, please, get off." He doesn't. He just stares back with that warning tape look, like he's trying to catch you lying. The hands that cage you down grip the cushions below with force. "What if I apologize?" The murmur barely makes it off his pierced tongue. "That would be a start. But, I want you to apologize because you mean it. Not because you want to be with me, or want something in return." He shuts his eyes, and the deadeyed look is gone when they're opened again. "Okay," He settles down, between your arm and torso. "I'll apologize when you know I'm not drugged, then." Your shirt is clutched by a soft hand. The two of you lay there, with the quiet sound of some nature documentary playing. 

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It's 8:57 PM, and you're beat. Leo is back to his temporarily sweet and happy behavior already, and has started to hang off of you again. It was quite taxing to get him to back off just long enough to shower by yourself. "You already took a bath!" "But I'm cold agaaaain!" "Just wear this hoodie, or something!" That bought you enough time to get ready for sleep. The final task on the list? Survive sleeping next to Leo. He's already snug as a bug in a rug, right in your bed, holding your black cat plushie that you won yourself. Sacriledge! "(Y/n)! Come here!" He lifts the sheets next to him, patting the mattress below. The sweatpants you gave him are hanging dangerously low on his hips, and the oversized tee has been tied to reveal his stomach. Siiiiiiiiiighhhhhhhh. As much as you don't want to sleep next to him with the fresh memories of very questionable behavior in mind, your plushie offspring has been taken hostage, and you can't leave her behind. 

So, you settle down on the mattress, and are immediately covered by not only the duvet, but by the man himself. "Ugh… heavy." Not even that heavy, but it's a bit uncomfortable. Opening your eyes reveals a petty pout. "Hmph. You can't call your husband heavy, (y/n). You signed up for this." He adjusts position, so that his head is resting on your right boob, and his leg is laying over your hip. "Husband? Since when?" Leo shoots an offended look back. "Soon. But might as well start already, so we'll get used to it. You will be my wife." And the familiar smug look is back, slightly softened in affection to accompany the confident statement. You could picture him using the expression regularly, but… It'll probably be used for someone else. It feels uncomfortable, hollow, so you turn your attention down to his phone. "Say cheese!" And you smile anyway, so that even if you see these photos again, you won't remember this feeling as strongly. He takes a lot of them, in different positions, like with both your faces smushed cheek to cheek, or looking into each others eyes. 

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A photo of two cats dressed as bride and groom. "It's us." You're already falling asleep? It's only 9:57 PM… Why aren't there more hours in a day? "Mhm." You've already closed your eyes, and are breathing steadily. The day should be as long as Leo wants it to be. He needs more time to speak, cuddle, cook, and just exist alongside you. At least there's tomorrow, and this can repeat again. He'll definitely bathe with you tomorrow. "(Y/n)? Can I get a goodnight's kiss?" You barely stir. "Mhh. 'Kay." His breath hitches at the hand on his cheek. A minty kiss lands on the other, even if only briefly. It's not what he was thinking of, but maybe it's better like this. He gives you one in return, eyes fluttering shut before contact. The first kiss needs to be special. As much as he dislikes Hotarubi's residents, the dorm's atmosphere would be perfect. 

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"Nooooooo…… not yeeeeeeeeettttt…….." "Leo, I need to get ready. So do you!" You're currently being bound by the mentioned person's arms and legs, while trying to get up from bed. "It's 8:30 AM already. Let go!" Damn ghoul strength! You're pretty strong, but even a mischievous goblin like Leo has some considerable strength hidden by an unassuming appearance. "Just a few more minutes! You fell asleep so fast last night, I didn't get enough cuddles!" Sigh! "Fine. 10 minutes, no more. Understand?" A satisfied giggle is the answer, as he snuggles back to your side. Not that long until the effects should disappear… Jiro didn't send back a message yet. Leo's tracing your jawline with a soft touch for now. 

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"Huh. These are really good." A clatter of silverware, as the pancake gets cut by a knife. "Of course. Anything for my (y/n). " You trusted Leo to make breakfast while doing your morning routine, as it shouldn't involve any spices. And now you're thankful that you did, as they're extremely delicious! Soft inside, with a rich, buttery flavor, and a perfect dollop of whipped cream on top. "I'll make these everyday when we're married, so you better hurry up if you want more." As he stuffs a piece into his mouth. Still wearing your clothes, too, with the hoodie you gave him last night. Knock knock. "I'll get it." Who would be here right now? Kaito and Luca should be training (much to the blond's deep dismay), and everyone else usually has errands to complete in the morning before asking you to hang out. "Oh, Jiro! Good morning." He has that usual neutral face on, as always. You move aside to let him enter. 

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Oh hell the fuck no. This oversized homewrecker… showing up at breakfast? Bitch. If looks could kill, Jiro would be, well, probably not actually dead due to Yuri's hard work. But Leo hopes he would be! Hmph. He hasn't even doxxed anyone in three days! He deserves a reward! 

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"I'm here for the results about yesterday's anomaly and it's effects on Kurosagi." He's looking you dead in the eye. "The seedpod that was missing from it's body was of small to medium size. Kurosagi was hit in the forehead, correct?" Remembering yesterday's events, you nod. Leo is glaring at Jiro, who either doesn't notice, or probably just doesn't care. "Accounting the seedpod's size, and the potency of the pollen, and the location that it hit… the effects should've worn off after 23 minutes." A deafening silence. Some clothes shuffling around breaks it. "If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving. They managed to capture the anomaly alive, too. Thank you for finding it. Goodbye." Even though Jiro was very close to the door, Leo was the first to exit. The tall man stops to look at you. "Are you aware if Kurosagi has recently used narcotic substances?" 

[ecstxsyy]

XOXO. | VIKTOR ❦

Viktor just couldn’t help himself.

based on this ask.

18+ mdni!

viktor x fem!reader

warnings: m!masturbation, p in v, riding, oral (f&m!receiving), cum eating, switch!viktor, switch!reader, viktor is a whining mess for majority of this.

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VIKTOR OFTEN found himself thinking of you with his hands down his pants, it wasn’t his brightest moment, but he truly couldn’t help it. You were the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. It also didn't help that your and Jayce’s faces were everywhere, Hextech took off tremendously once the three of you launched it, and though he was proud of what you all had created; he preferred to stay out of the limelight.

You and Jayce had just arrived back at the lab with a stack of photos that the two of you just got done having taken of you that needed to be signed and sent out. You let out a loud sigh once you let the stack thump onto the desk, your back was killing you from hauling them around.

It took you and Jayce hours to finish signing all the copies of the photos, your hands sore and achy from all of the writing. Once the two of you finished, you left your stacks on the desk to be mailed out tomorrow. You both waved Viktor goodbye and started to head back to your apartment.

Once Viktor was sure the two of you were gone, he made his way over to the photos to take a good look at them. He pulled the first copy off of the stack and studied over every detail of your body in the frame, you were standing slightly facing towards Jayce so your ass was in the frame just enough for him to get a good look at it in those slacks that fit you just right. He began to feel the blood rushing from his head to the growing erection in his trousers, it was humiliating how one picture could get him so riled up.

Viktor took the photo over to his work chair, pulling his trousers and undergarments down to his mid-thigh to let his cock spring free against his stomach. He got to work immediately, spitting in his palm to use as lube. His hand jerked his cock quickly, his whines and whimpers uncontrollable as he scanned over every part of your body and face over and over again.

Little did Viktor know, you’d forgotten your cloak and it happened to be quite chilly out. You huffed and turned on the balls of your feet, moving quickly to get your things so you could go home and sleep off the day. You reached the heavy doors of the lab and paused, muffled sounds coming from the inside.

You pressed your ear to the door trying to hear what the noise was coming from, the sound of your name made you even more curious. You slowly pushed open the door as quietly as you could, seeing the last thing you’d ever expect. Viktor’s hand was strangling his cock, loud whimpers of your name falling from his lips. The part that shocked you the most was the photo, he could deny saying your name all he wanted, but the photo in his hand was cold, hard proof.

A smirk rose to your lips as you slid through the crack in the door, you crept closer slowly and waited for him to whimper out your name again.

“Yes?” you responded to his call of your name, visibly startling him from his place in his chair. Viktor scrambled to cover himself, trying to get at least his undergarments on. You giggled at his feeble attempt, moving closer to him to stop his hands.

“I- I’m… It’s not what it looks like?” Viktor said as more of a question, trying to save himself from any more embarrassment than he was already feeling.

“It’s okay, don't stop just because of me,” you said, gesturing to his erection. “I know you want to cum.”

Viktor nodded, a desperate look on his face. He moved to uncover himself hesitantly, he’d never touched himself in front of anyone before and it made him feel shy.

“Will you help, please?” Viktor asked.

“Well, how can I say no when you asked so nicely,” you said, cupping the side of his face with your palm. Your other hand moved to wrap itself around his aching cock, stroking it slowly. Viktor's hips bucked, trying to gain any bit of friction. You moved your hand from his face to his hip to pin him in place to the chair beneath him, Viktor let out a small whine at this.

“Please,” the boy begged, desperate for some sort of release. You obliged and moved your hand faster, using your mouth to suck on his sensitive tip. This drew a strangled gasp from Viktor, his moans becoming more and more frequent the closer he got to cumming.

“Look at how much of a mess you are for me, you can barely even think straight,” you teased. Viktor’s cheeks flushed red, he couldn't even open his mouth to defend himself because he knew you were right.

You finally moved to take all of what you could of him into your mouth, gagging a few times before finding a steady rhythm. Your head bobbed up and down on him, his cries getting louder. The way your tongue circled his tip made him feel like his brain was turning to mush, the only thing on his mind being to chase his high.

“Please, please, please,” He begged, his orgasm getting closer with every flick of your tongue. Just as he was about to reach his peak, you pulled off of him with a pop, leaving his tip a soft purple color.

“Why did you do that?” Viktor practically cried, his eyes brimming with tears.

“Wouldn’t you rather cum inside of me?” You asked, standing to your feet to unbutton your slacks. Viktor's eyes went as wide as saucers, his head moving up and down before he could even think. You giggled and pulled off your pants and panties, baring yourself in front of him.

Viktor stared in awe, you looked better than he could have ever believed. You were beyond flattered at his reaction, no man had ever looked at you like this before. You silently moved to straddle Viktor’s lap, sliding yourself down into him slowly while you used your thumb to wipe away the tears in his eyes.

The two of you gasped in unison, the feeling was like no other. Viktor filled you so perfectly it was like the two of you had been made for each other, his cock filling you to the brim. You sat in place for a while, adjusting to his size before you started to bounce slowly in Viktor's lap.

Viktor’s moans were pathetic and you loved it, the way he sounded like he was going to fall apart at any second made you soaked. His hands found your hips and guided you, setting you to the perfect pace for the both of you.

The two of you moaned in sync, your fingers moving to rub your clit in quick circles. You watched Viktor’s face closely, the way his mouth fell open when you swiveled your hips and the way his eyebrows bunched together when he looked to watch where the two of you connected.

The sight of your pussy swallowing him completely made his orgasm hit him like a freight train, his warm cum spurting into you for what felt like minutes.

“You did so good baby, you came so much,” you coed in his ear, stroking over his soft hair. Tears fell over the edge of his amber eyes as he finished cumming, his legs trembling beneath yours.

“Let me help you finish,” Viktor said with a frown as you stood up, “you didn’t get to cum.” You laughed and kissed his cheek.

“That’s okay, you don’t have t-” Before you could finish, Viktor was dragging you over to the couch as quickly as he could. He set his hand firmly on your sternum and pushed you back, letting you fall onto the couch.

Once you were seated, Viktor kneeled to the ground to spread your legs. Before he started, you handed him a pillow for his leg. You knew kneeling on the hard marble floors would cause him some trouble.

The gesture made his heart flutter as he grabbed your legs and pinned them to your chest, he dove in immediately, licking and sucking at your sensitive clit. The sight of his pretty brown eyes looking up at you from between your thighs nearly made you cum on sight, his tongue lapping at you quickly.

The thought of him licking his cum out of you drove you insane, your hips grinding your needy cunt against his face. Your hand found the back of his head, pushing him further into your wetness. Viktor accepted it with grace, if he was going to suffocate between your thighs he would die a happy man.

Your orgasm began approaching, your back arching up off of the couch. Your moans got louder and louder the closer you got.

“Viktor,” you breathed out, your orgasm washing over you with an immense feeling of bliss. Small trembles ran through your thighs as Viktor continued to suck on your clit, his fingers joining the assault to fill your tight hole.

“Fuck, wait, wait,” you cried out, trying to pull your hips away.

“I’ve already waited long enough for this, I’m not going to squander this opportunity,” Viktor smirked, returning his tongue to its place on your clit while pinning your hips to the couch.

You were going to be here all night.

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[justhereforsubsevika]

Phone Call

@avonnimimi 's concept !!! Tysm for letting be borrow it , why the FUCK did none of u tell me about her writing its incredible

nsfw (obvs), dom!sevika (jesus i do not live up to my username as of late), public masturbation, phone sex, praise, degradation, spanking, bondage with ribbons, just gay shit, strap sex, referred to as dick/cock, slight anal (thumbing), aftercare, may have accidentally made the reader british sorry about that one lads

You weren't a tease. You were a lot of things, but a tease wasn't one of them. You were good, Sevika told you so daily. She prided herself on how good you were. She'd brag about you at kink parties, how you were the best sub she'd ever come across, how you never misbehaved.

Well. There's always room for change.

Sevika had a stressful job, some business shit you had tried your hardest to listen to but failed miserably each time she'd explained. You know she carries a briefcase and you know she wears a suit, and that's good enough for you. She does not like to mix work and play. At least that's what she'd have you believe.

It's a day like any other. You've sent Sevi to work with her lunch, a kiss and a full waterbottle. You don't quite understand what got you so desperate so quickly. Maybe it's the way her hand lingered on your ass ever so slightly when she walked past you to get to the shower. Maybe it's the way she pushed you up against the counter for your morning snog. Or maybe, just maybe, she's just really fucking fit.

You find yourself sitting and going through your phone, perversely zooming in on pictures of her where her trousers have slid down just enough so you can see her boxers, or her thong, depending on the day. Thighs clenched together, you pull forward your cotton pajama top and take a picture of your cleavage. You send it off and giggle at Sevika's response.

[What the fuck.]

[Nice rack.]

[But what the fuck.]

[Rack? Jeese]

[Baby, what's up with you?]

[Usually so good for me, stop acting like a slut. I'm working.]

It's not crystal clear whether or not she intended for you to get turned on even further by her chastising messages, but either way, you're turned on. You slip off your shirt and start taking videos of you circling your nipples and squeezing your tits, making a real show of whining and squirming under your own touch. Once it's sent, you eagerly await her response.

[Baby, my volume was on full!]

You laugh loud now, knowing that she probably had to shut her office door so quick when she opened the video.

[Fuck, princess. Stop it. I'm trying to focus.]

You pout despite the fact she can't see you. You decide you're too deep in and slip off your shorts. You take a picture of the way your light grey shorts are now much darker on the crotch area and send it over.

[Don't you fucking dare.]

You're not allowed to touch yourself. You knew this from the beginning. But you've been so good all this time, surely you've earnt being a little-

[Pick up the phone.]

She's ringing. You have no clue what she's gonna say when you pick up. You're a little scared, you've misbehaved for the first time in your whole relationship, so of course you're scared.

You pick up. Silence. You turn up your phone a little and start hearing some very shaky breaths.

"Sevi, where are you?" You ask, needing a better picture. Was she really touching herself at work?

"Mmmph, my office, princess." She groans out. Wet, sticky sounds start coming through the phone and your breath hitches. Shit, you really affected her.

"I thought your office was made of windows?" You ask in concern. No way is she fucking herself stupid for all her coworkers to see.

"B-blinds baby, but I have no lock, you know that? Someone could catch me any moment." She chuckles darkly before moaning down the phone. Instinctively, you whine back, subconsciously rocking against the bed. You're laying on your stomach now, stripped bare, trying to visualise Sevika's suit-trousers round her ankles.

"Sevi?"

"Yes princess?" she sighs out, the sounds of her pussy getting much louder. You worry her boss'll hear, her pussy is so loud for you.

"What panties are you wearing today?"

She starts whining down the mic, you hear liquid sloshing onto hardwood floor.

"Shit... um, I just ruined your panties baby." She says quite plainly, the image of her squirting through your panties in her office driving you crazy.

"Don't touch yourself, I'm coming home now." She groans. You hear paper towel ripping and giggle, clearly she didn't anticipate the mess she'd make. She shuts off the call and you decide to get dolled up, pinning up your hair with ribbons and putting on her favourite lingerie.

To ensure her comfortability and ease, you set out 3 choices of dildos for her to strap you with. One is 6 inches, clear and pink. You doubt she'll choose it, but it's cute at least. The second is 7.5 inches, a dark maroon colour. This one is your regular. It stuffs you up just enough to where its still comfortable, so Sevika's pace doesn't ruin you too bad the next day. The third, well, you've only used it twice. On days where Sevika's come home angry, days where she needs to release all her frustration on your pussy, days where she doesn't give a damn if you're screaming for all the neighbours to hear.

You smile at your work and decide to even light some candles, making the room smell woody and perfumed. You barely finish lighting the last candle when you hear the door slam. She must've been going 30mph over the speed limit, how the fuck did she cut her 40 minute journey down to 20?!

"Baby? Where are you?" She calls sweetly. You smile. Maybe she'll be kind and fuck you gentle and lovingly, pleased that you gave her a little treat at work. "I'm in the bedroom!" You shout back, kneeling up on the bed with your hands behind your back.

She leans against the doorframe, tugging at her tie. She smiles. "Hi, my sweet girl." She says soothingly. You smile and bounce a bit on the bed. She's definitely not mad! How could she be. All you did was make her feel good at work, why'd she be mad for that?

"Had a little fun today, right?" She quizzes, walking to the bed and running her hands over your three options. "Made me lose control, didn't you princess?" You nod and she giggles. It's weird. Sevika doesn't giggle.

"Yes Sevi, just wanted to show you I missed you!!" You say back, beaming. She smiles a little too wide back. Her fingers hover over the clear-pink dildo.

"Aw that's very sweet baby. Remind me though," she stops smiling and starts clenching her teeth between sentences, "haven't we spoken about sending me stuff while I'm working?"

She starts untying ribbons from your hair while she waits for her response. "Um... you asked me not to-"

"No sweetheart, I told you not to." She sighs and looks down before coming back up with that terrifying grin. Her eyes are a little too wide, a little too many of her teeth on display.

"I'm sorry Sevi.." you murmur, watching as she wraps the ribbons around her hands and puts tension on them.

"It's okay baby. First time you've been bad. You're allowed one mistake, right?" Somethings ingenuine about her tone, like she's taunting you, like she needs the correct answer or she'll do something fucking awful.

"Y-yeah! Just one mistake is-" you gasp when she wraps the ribbon round your neck, cutting off your air for just a second before she releases slightly.

"No, no you're not allowed a fucking mistake. Do you know how mad I am? Do you know how close I could've been to getting fired? If my boss walked past while you were moaning like a slut down the mic I'd have been told to march. Do you understand?"

You nod and she tightens the ribbon again. "Words, princess." She hisses it out like she's never believed the title less.

"I unders-stand," You splutter, hands coming up to grasp at her forearms. She lets go and your chest heaves, holding your neck as she throws off her blazer, not bothering to take off her trousers as she hoists the harness over her hips. She still reaches for the pink one, and you smile for a second at the knowledge that your sweet sevika's still in there somewhere. But she doesn't attach it, instead decides to shove it into your mouth. Your eyes water at the sudden intrusion, gagging and gripping your thumbs under your fingers. You moan against the cock she's using to fuck your mouth, eyes looking helplessly up at her. Her expression is cold, she's not cooing you or rubbing your cheeks as she usually would. She instead opts to grip the top of your head, slamming you forward with each thrust.

"Cute that you think I'd even consider letting you off this easy," she grumbles when she discards the pretty dick, spit-string snapping when she chucks it carelessly behind her. She turns you round and pushes your face into the bed, binding your arms with the ribbons and tying them in a pretty bow. You tug and realise there's no way you're breaking free.

"Mm, Sevika, I'm sorry," you whine against the duvet, wiggling your ass while you hear her rustling behind you. You turn your head and notice that that particular strap is gone. Oh fuck. You fucked up, you fucked up big time.

She grabs the ribbons between your wrists and massages your ass, pulling you off the bed a little. "I'm gonna need you to count for me. Can you do that?" She says softly, pinching and rubbing at your skin. You groan and push your ass back. You attempt to look back at her with wide eyes, but when she looks at you she pouts mockingly then looks away, eyes fixing onto your ass. "Can you count or what? Or are you already too much of a dumb puppy to speak?"

You whine and drop your head down. "I can count, I'm sorry." She hums in satisfaction and removes her hand.

With a harsh thwack she places a slap on you. You yelp and lurch forward, but she keeps you in place with her hand on your binds. "O-one," you whimper, legs already trembling. She huffs and brings her hand down on the other cheek, the burning sensation stinging you and shooting pain up your spine.

"T-two- three-" the third slap comes down before you can splutter out your numbers, the pain starting to warm your pussy, starting to feel so fucking good that you're upset you've never misbehaved before. You moan and arch your back, wanting more of this sick pleasure. You wish you could see Sevika, her face no-doubt stern, eyes trained on your ass.

"F-four, mmph five, six, s-seven, ah fuck, fuck, eight-"

By the time you're at twenty you're screaming, ass painted in handprints that you're sure must be bruising already. She grunts and you feel her shifting, feel your panties get stretched and pulled over the cheek of your ass, your pussy exposed. You feel so pathetic, your pussy soaked from your punishment. She pushes your lower back, forcing you to arch up, making your ass look even more perked, making your pussy even for open for her. Sevika squirts lube onto her dick and you open your legs where you kneel on the bed, preparing yourself to receive her.

Sevika presses her thumb to your asshole, swiping her tip against your clit. "Is this what you wanted?" She rasps, her thumb dipping a little ways inside you while she pushes her cock into your pussy. "Did you want me to ruin you? To stretch you out?" You moan and shove your hips back onto her dick, her whole thumb slipping into your ass. You groan at the pressure, never having experimented with anal before. "It's what I needed, Sevi, needed a reminder of how to be good for you.." She groans and fucks into your asshole, pushing her thumb down a little to concentrate your pleasure. The sensation sends sparks of pleasure to your pussy, and you whine since she's barely a ways past the tip inside you.

She pulls out her thumb and spits on your asshole, massaging the muscle while she pushes her length inside. Your voice cracks as you moan, the stretch of her cock almost too much to handle. Your hands flex and she takes one in hers, holding it, reminding you that you're safe, that your loving girlfriend is still under her hard exterior. Eyes welling up, you cry out "please, ruin me."

Sevika wastes no time in bottoming out in your pussy before pulling all the way out. She grips your hand tightly as she slams her cock into you, your ass jiggling against the sheer force of her thrusts. She scoops up your head and holds you against her body, hand quickly slipping down to your neck to prop you up. She sucks harshly against your neck, forcing out more strangled moans from your throat. Your ass burns where it slaps against her hips, still raw from your spanking.

Her thumb, at long last, stops toying with your asshole. She shoves it into your mouth, pacifying you, your moans coming out as muffled hums as you suck on her. As tears roll down your cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure, her tongue lolls out from between her scarred, dark lips. She licks up the salty tears from your skin, sucking against your face, nipping at your cheek, soft kisses littering across your face when she fucks into you harder.

Your legs quiver when she picks up her pace, one arm clamping your chest so your body is flush against hers. You can feel her nipple piercings from under her shirt, and you moan at the knowledge she's not wearing a bra.

"I hope you're learning your lesson," she pants, licking and kissing at your ear between heavy breaths. "Ruined those panties so bad I had to throw them away," she chuckles darkly, her hips moving in a way that you know feels good for her too. "You know how wet you made my pussy, baby? Dirty bitch made me so fucking horny.." she whispers it against your neck. You feel her lips quivering, occasionally getting trapped between her teeth, her teeth grazing your skin before her tongue falls out her mouth to soothe the burn the sensation leaves.

"Do you like it when I fuck you like this?" She slaps your pussy as she pounds into you, "when I remind you who owns you?" She slaps you again and you cry out her name, your head lolling back over her shoulder. "Y-yes, yes, all yours, all S-Sevika's," you groan out, her rough fingers making harsh contact one last time before rubbing hard circles against your clit.

"Gonna cum for me baby?" she teases when your hips start to buck, your hands gripping at her shirt behind your back, arms fighting your restraints. "Please, please, I'm sorry I was bad Sevi, please let me cum?" you plead, trying to look up into her eyes. She harshly grabs at your breast to keep you propped up, her fingers swiping at your clit at a brutal pace. Your breath catches in your throat and your chest feels like it's caving in. A glance down at your stomach heaving, her cock sticking through your tummy, reminding you how deep her dick is into your guts, and you cum onto her. She moans softly with you, her fingers pulling at your nipple as your bodies roll in unison. You whine as she bites against your collar bone, fingers slowing down on your clit, her cock slowing inside you.

"So good princess," she whispers as she pulls out. You collapse forward onto the bed, mouth agape, drooling onto the sheets. You're shaking, hands trembling within the binds. "Breathe baby," she mutters, tracing soothing circles on your lower back. You suck in some air, flexing your fingers and curling your wrists once she unties the ribbons from around them. Sevika kisses your wrists, up your arms, massaging your thighs and whispering how good you were, how well you took her. With a flop she drops her harness beside you, walking away to the bathroom. You whine and she comes back for a second: you don't want to be without her right now. "Okay, it's okay baby I'm here." She brushes your hair out of your eyes, guiding you to bundle into her arms. She lifts you, your legs wrapped around her waist as she collects the various things she needs to fix you up. She laughs out her nose when she returns you onto the bed because she can see your mess smeared against her trousers.

She gently cleans you off with soft, warm towels, being careful when touching your beaten-raw ass to clean up where your mess has gathered in your asshole. "You're so beautiful, you know that?" she says softly, running her hands over your back. You hum and sink further into the bed. She squirts aloe vera over your ass, her touches soft and gentle as she massages it over your skin. You sigh at the cooling sensation. "So pretty baby, bruising up so nice," Sevika groans, gripping at your waist. You giggle and wiggle your hips, your ass jiggling. She chuckles down at you, kneeling between your legs to massage your shoulders. "Pussy's so ruined honey, I'm sorry if I hurt you."

You nod, still too shaken to speak, and carefully turn onto your back. Outstretched hands welcome Sevika into your embrace. She rests her head on your breasts and cuddles you until you drift off. Once she's sure you're fast asleep, she gets up to change out of her work clothes. She can't help but admire her angel sleeping peacefully on the bed. She bends down to you, playing with your hair and tucking it behind your ears. "I love you so much princess."

idk how to end it but yes