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my baby | l.n.
synopsis: in which you bring your son to his daddyâs first ever race
a/n: based on this request!! i changed things up a little and only made it fluffy, hope you like it!!
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Ever since your son was born, you and Lando had had multiple talks regarding exposing him to the world and bringing him to the paddock.
He was still so little, being only a few months old, so there was a lot of discussion between the two of you about when would be a good time to finally introduce your son to that part of Landoâs life.
You debated a lot about firstly which race would be the best one for him to attend, finally settling on Silverstone. It was a very special race for the both of you, it was Landoâs favorite race weekend, his whole family would be coming and would be able to eagerly help, should any situations arise during the weekend, you were close to your UK home.
It was honestly the best decision in that aspect.
McLaren had been so kind as to send you some little T-shirts with Landoâs name and number on the back, some headphones so you could protect Noahâs ears. He was all ready to go, all clad in his papaya shirt and little cap.
However, as much as Lando had been looking forward to finally having the both of you in the paddock since Noahâs birth, he was suddenly feeling more anxious as youâre about to leave the house and go to the track.
You noticed the frown he had on his face and how deep in thought he seemed to be, walking over to him with Noah right on your hip, sucking on his pacifier in silence.
âWhatâs wrong? Are you okay?â you asked him, putting a hand on his shoulder and rubbing it affectionately.
âYou agree this is a good idea, right? Weâre not rushing him into this, itâs completely okay and safe to bring him with usâ he asked, looking at you with worried eyes.
Looking at him so desperate for reassurance, you remember your first days as a new mom, worrying about every single thing that Noah would do, what you should do with him and what you shouldnât, calling your mother and Landoâs mother every half an hour with another question.
Itâs normal for new parents to be anxious, and Lando was now feeling the protectiveness that came with having a baby of your own and bringing him out into the world.
âBaby, weâve talked about this. We have it all figured out. Your family is going to be there if anything does happen, we have your whole team there who are more than eager to help with anything. Weâll be fine, this little guy will have the time of his lifeâ you said, smiling at the quiet boy in your arms and bouncing him in your arms, chuckling alongside Noah as he started to giggle and wave his arms in the air.
Lando smiled, looking at Noah like he was the center of his universe, like nothing could ever measure up to how much love he had for his son.
He was ready, so there was no reason why Lando shouldnât be ready. After all, he had you by his side.
He didnât need anything else if he had you.
âAlright, letâs get going thenâ he declared, sitting up and taking Noahâs bag from you, determined to carry everything to the car by himself.
You chuckled, shaking your head as you adjusted little Noah on your hip.
âLetâs go and bring daddy some good luck, shall we?â you cooed at Noah, admiring his little smile and clap when he heard the word âdaddyïżœïżœ in a sentence.
Such a daddyâs boy.
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âDo you want me to turn the car around and just take you guys home? Iâm sure nobody would mindâ Lando said as soon as he parked the car in his designated spot.
You looked at him confused.
âWhy? Did something happen?â you asked, keeping an eye on Noah who was currently too busy playing with his feet to pay attention to the two of you.
Lando sighed, resting his head against the seat and closing his eyes.
âI just think weâre rushing into it. Heâs still young and Iâm worried that something could happen to him while Iâm in the carâ he confessed, and you let out a knowing sigh.
âI know youâre stressed out and worried, but you have nothing to worry about. Iâm going to be with him the entire time and your entire family is going to be with me. He literally canât be more taken care ofâ you said, joking a little at the end to help him breathe a little.
Lando smiled, chuckling a little before twisting around to look at you in the backseat.
His eyes naturally gravitated towards Noah, who was happily playing with his McLaren teddy bear the team had gifted Lando when Noah was born.
âSometimes I wish we could keep him away from all of this for the rest of his lifeâ he said, his eyes focused on his son.
"I know, but right now, you don't have to worry about him. You know I won't let him out of my sight" you said, making Lando smile at the thought of you going all mama bear on your son.
"Alright then, off we go" Lando unbuckled his seatbelt, exiting the car and opening your door for you.
He made quick work to grab the diaper bag and all of his essentials while you lifted Noah up from his car seat and settled him on your hip, cooing at the smiley little boy.
"Ready?" Lando asked as he came to stand next to you, putting his arm on the small of your back and leaning down to press a kiss on Noah's head.
"Are you ready to see dada race?" you cooed at Noah, tickling his tummy lightly, which prompted him to burst into giggles.
âMy lucky charmsâ Lando whispered, looking at the two of you with so much love.
He truly couldnât have asked for anything better in his life. The trophies, the wins, the losses, they didnât compare to this. To you, to your son, nothing could ever compete with how much Lando cared for his family.
As you started walking towards the paddock entrance, your passes clutched in Landoâs hand, you kept Noah close to you, trying to shield his face from the cameras as best as you could.
You softly maneuvered his head so his face was buried into the crook of your neck, which Noah immediately complied with because he loved it when you held him close.
âIâll do my best to hold them offâ Lando whispered as he scanned your passes and already noticed the hoard of paparazzis that were waiting for him to arrive.
You nodded, smiling politely at the cameramen as Lando quickly walked with you towards the McLaren hospitality.
Clicks and flashes could be heard all around you, every single one trying to get a glimpse of your baby boy, but Lando was having none of it.
âLando! Over here!â
âIs that your son?â
âCan we see him? Just a pictureâ
Every single word fell on deaf ears as Lando continued to lead the three of you away from them, thankful when the shouts ceased and there was nobody around you anymore.
âThey sure know how to try and get what they wantâ you said, letting out a big breath that you hadnât realized you had been holding in.
âItâs an invasion of privacy, they should have some respect, especially when they can see Iâm with my familyâ he grumbled, his jaw muscles clenched.
You slowed down your walk until you came to a halt, resting your hand against his cheek.
âHey, weâre okay. Calm down, weâre both fine, okay?â you said, waiting for an answer as Noah started squirming in your arms.
âYeah, Iâm goodâ Lando replied after finally feeling himself calm down a tad, resuming your walk towards the hospitality.
When you arrived and entered the building, the first thing that you saw was Landoâs family eagerly chatting amongst themselves, clearly waiting for the 3 of you to finally arrive.
You didnât even get to think about anything before Noah was taken from your arms by Landoâs sister, Flo, cooing at him and beaming at the smiley boy.
There was nothing more pure and warming than seeing the bond between Landoâs family and your son. He was also the first grandchild on your side of the family, so that little boy was as spoiled as one could be.
âHow are you doing, dear?â Cisca snapped you out of your thoughts as she came to stand next to you, Lando having gone to his driverâs room to unpack his things.
âIâm okay, a little tired from the jet-lag, but doing alright. A little nervous to have Noah here with me, but you all being here puts mine and Landoâs mind more at easeâ you said, giving your mother-in-law a side hug.
âWas he terrible when you were talking about coming with Noah?â she asked, smiling knowingly.
You laughed, shaking your head affectionately at how well she knew Lando.
âHe freaked out about 4 times before we even got out of the carâ you said, making the woman laugh.
Lando emerged into the room again, immediately frowning once he saw that Noah was still not back in your arms.
Both you and Cisca watched as his eyes searched the entire room for him, finally settling on the boy happily babbling to his auntie Flo, Lando immediately going over to them.
And as you all sat there with each other, both you and Lando realized what a great support system you had and what a perfect family you have built together.
His win, of course, only solidifying his saying that you were both âhis lucky charmsâ.
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What Baby Wants, Baby Gets : ÌÌâ Max Verstappen
summary: he might try and guilt you for making him go out in the early hours to satisfy your cravings, but you won't let him win
You couldnât help but smile as Max groaned beside you, his arms stretching up before his hands ran over his face, head tilting to his left so that he could glance across and take a look at you.Â
âMorning,â you whispered, resting your head down against his shoulder. âDid you have a good sleep?â You then asked, sniggering as Max scoffed, his head immediately shaking across at you.Â
In the early hours you found yourself struggling, unable to push the thoughts of your cravings to the back of your mind. For a while Max managed to ignore it, but eventually he made the mistake of asking if you wanted something, only for you to tell him yes.Â
It felt like a figure of speech when you first fell pregnant, with Max telling you to get him if you needed something, wherever, whenever. But he didnât quite imagine himself actually being woken up at two in the morning with you begging him to help you out.Â
âLast night was a one-time thing,â Max told you, covering his mouth as he let go of a yawn. âDo you know how long it took for me to fall back to sleep? Especially with you snoring right beside me.âÂ
An apology came from you, but so did a chuckle as Max glared down at you. As soon as your craving what satisfied, you found yourself easily able to fall asleep, not worrying about Max and the fact that he was now the restless one tucked up beside you.Â
Although he teased, he was relieved to see you resting though, knowing just how little sleep you were getting with your baby constantly reminding you that he was there.Â
âI do appreciate what you did last night,â you whispered, brushing your hand gently through Maxâs hair. âYou didnât have to get up and run to the store.âÂ
âI did, because I promised that I would always do whatever I could to help you,â Max reminded you, kissing against the top of your head, âand what baby wants, baby gets.âÂ
Your head nodded as Max trailed one of his hands down to rest against the top of your baby bump, his smile wide as he felt just how big it was again, knowing that you were already nearing the halfway mark.Â
âI know for a fact that this little one appreciates what you do too, they were feeling particularly peckish last night,â you added, pressing a kiss to Maxâs shoulder.Â
His eyes rolled as once again you used the baby to get to him, knowing that if there was one person that he couldnât say no to, it was definitely your baby.Â
âI canât wait for when the baby arrives so I can tell you to go and get your own food again,â Max joked, âyou wonât be able to treat me like your slave anymore.âÂ
âYouâre so dramatic, donât pretend you donât enjoy all of this.âÂ
It wasnât exactly his favourite thing to do getting up in the early hours of the morning, but knowing that he was helping you out did fill Max with pride.Â
âMaybe Iâd enjoy it more if you asked at a decent time,â he laughed in response.Â
âI donât think I get much of a choice, if youâve got a problem, bring it up with your child instead,â you smiled, tapping against your baby bump.Â
Maxâs eyes watched over you carefully as you moved closer into his side, moving one of your hands to rest against the small of your back. A groan came from you as you tried to get comfortable again, a game that you had been playing with your child for several weeks now.Â
âDo you think the baby knows the most inconvenient times are to be annoying to us?â You asked Max, hearing a chuckle come from him. âWhy canât they be restless at lunch? That would be perfect.âÂ
âI donât think theyâre smart enough to tell the time yet,â Max sniggered, squeezing around your frame. âItâs going to get easier, hopefully the cravings will stop soon.âÂ
Your head nodded as Max tried his best to reassure you. Whenever you were struggling, he was right there with you, somehow Max always knew the right thing to say to make you feel better, making sure to hold onto you too to let you know that he was there.Â
âItâs going to be alright,â Max whispered closely to your ear, âwhatever comes our way then weâre just going to take it on together and find a way to figure things out.âÂ
You hummed as Max spoke, a lot more doubtful than he was. If he could, Max would read just about every baby book, watch every documentary, absorb as much knowledge as he possibly could to make sure he knew exactly what to do in every possible situation.Â
âIf itâs not morning sickness itâs cravings, and then once that finishes then itâs going to be the lack of sleep, soon enough Iâm not even going to be able to see my feet.âÂ
Before you could continue, Max quickly shushed you. âAnd Iâll be there to help you with all of that, no matter where we are or when it is.âÂ
âI thought you didnât like the early hours?âÂ
Max jabbed against your side as you teased him, knowing that regardless of the time he would always be there. It hurt him a lot seeing you so uncomfortable so often, he wished that there was more that he could do to make your life easier than it currently was.Â
âIf I were you, Iâd make the most of me running around after you,â Max grinned, âbecause once the baby is here, theyâll be the only person Iâll be waking up at three oâclock in the morning for.âÂ
âYou mean to say youâd leave me to fend for myself?âÂ
âAbsolutely,â Max jokingly smiled, âyouâre capable of getting up and sorting yourself out, a little baby isnât quite as developed as you are.âÂ
âIâm spending nine months growing this child of yours, just in case youâve forgotten that,â you quickly reminded him.Â
âI know, Iâm just messing with you,â Max assured, squeezing your frame. âI might have to cut myself in half so one part of me can look after you and the other look after the baby, that way I might just be able to be in two places at once.âÂ
âIâll be alright,â you whispered, only for Maxâs head to shake, refusing to let you take care of yourself straight away once the baby arrived.Â
It didnât matter whether you were pregnant or not, injured or in peak condition, Max loved looking after you and would always do so, regardless of how much you sometimes protested against him.Â
Now more than ever he was glued to your side, heâd tease you and mess with you but he wouldnât have it any other way, being able to help you was one of the things he enjoyed the most at the moment.Â
âI canât wait to see how things play out over the next few months, how big of a change is about to take place in our lives,â Max mused, resting his head on top of yours.Â
âIâm terrified,â you admitted, âno one can predict how this is going to play out, thereâs a fear of the unknown lingering in the back of my mind right now.âÂ
âYou donât need to worry,â Max assured you, âno matter what happens, weâre going to face it together, Iâm going to be right here with you.âÂ
âEven in the early hours of the morning?âÂ
âEven in the early hours my love.âÂ
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The first time you sleep over Katsukiâs, itâs not long after heâs moved into his apartment with the rest of his friends.
Which is bold, the only one who doesnât flirt with you any chance they get is Mina -mainly because she has her own place- but sheâs always telling Katsuki that the minute you get bored with him, sheâs there to swoop in.
But his friends waste no time in making sure to rile Katsuki up with cheesy pickup lines that mean nothing to you, but everything to him. He hates the idea of having his friends hit on you, but youâd be lying if riling him up wasnât exhilarating.
You smile as you hear bare feet pad along the tiling of the kitchen, a massive presence looming behind you; itâs warm, loving, and you feel yourself relaxing at the closeness.
âMorning,â he rasps, arms wrapping around your waist. You smile and curl against him, tipping your head back to look at him.
âYou hungry?â
âYou didnât have to make us breakfast,â he murmurs, pressing a loving kiss to the curve of your neck.
You mewl and bend your arm to wrap around him, âI know, I just wanted to do something nice for my man and his friends for being such good company last night.â
He grumbles, âdonât ever refer to my roommates as âgood.â Bunch of fucking menaces and creeps.â
âThey canât be too bad,â you hum, turning off the stove. God knows how long youâll both be drooling with affection. âAfter all, you let me meet them,â you coo. âAnd youâd never let your little baby be put in danger.â
âFucking hate when you call yourself that,â he snaps, spidering his fingers up your side. You squeal and shrink to the side, only to be met with pokes on the other. âKatsuki!â
âDonât be a little shit and I wonât have to torment you,â he snickers. Youâre quick to flick off the stove with what little movement your arms can give you while protecting you from tickles, and you duck as fast as you can under his caging limbs to escape.
He must like the challenge, because he lets you go, only to barrel after you into the living room. A small coffee table separates you both, and youâre at a standstill as you watch each other.
âKatsuki!â You giggle, making a sudden dart to try and throw him off your trail. It doesnât deter him, like heâs able to predict what youâre going to do before you do. âY-Youâre gonna wake everyone up!â
âIâm not gonna do a fuckinâ thing,â he snorts. âYouâre the one screaming and whining.â
âAm not!â
âAre too.â
âAm not!â
âAre too.â
âAre not-â
âI think itâs bold of you to argue with me instead of sprinting away.â He shrugs, making a dash for you and wasting no time in grabbing you into his big arms. You writhe and laugh in his grip, desperate to not shriek and wake his poor roommates. Giggles bubble wildly over your lips, and he hauls you back into the kitchen before plopping you onto the countertop, distant from the stove. You instinctively move your hands to card his blonde hair, and he leans in to steal the last of your giggles from your lips.
âHow much time we got before breakfast burns?â He mumbles, hands smoothing up your thighs. Crimson eyes glimmer with mischief, and he bumps your nose with his.
You chuckle and shake your head, legs wrapping around his thick waist, âit was burning before you came in; I turned off the stove so it wouldnât burst into flames.â
He snorts, âgood.â One of the hands resting on the meat of your thighs comes up to grip your chin, ânow I donât have to rush.â
âEw,â you giggle, but it dies as quickly as you said it when he connects your kiss, working his lips against yours in this own way, full of passion and love with just enough tease to have you whimper.
The hand on your cheek shifts down to rest on your delicate throat, dangling like a necklace. A subtle act of dominance to make you shiver.
âI love you,â you murmur against his lips.
âI love you more-â
âEwwwww!!!â
âWho knew he had a weakness?â
âLookinâ good, Dynamight!â
Immediately, Katsukiâs shoulders hike up as the shrill voices from his friends ring through the air. You let out a string of laughter while the other boys you were visiting peer around the wall of the apartment, Sero with a face of disgust, Kirishima with a playful understanding and Kaminari with a cheesy bite of his lip.
âIâm going to KILL YOU IDIOTS!â He barks, abandoning you to dash over to the trio, mainly targeting Kaminari and Sero, who sprint away as fast as they can. Kirishima chuckles and makes his way over to you, helping you off the counter with a sigh.
âHowâs he ever going to keep being Number One if you keep doing this to him?â
You snort and elbow his ribs while somewhere in the house, Katsuki caught Denki, and the screams ring loudly in the walls.
âShut up and help me remake breakfast, dickhead.â
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deal - cl16 (43/?)
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader
Series Summary: Your whole life has gone to shit. Your boyfriend broke up with you, you just lost your job and the Monegasque, who suddenly stands in your doorway, claims that itâs his apartment.
Chapter Summary: Getting ready for a party is always fun when the company is good.
Warnings:Â 18+Â (mentions of sex), fluff, tiny bit of angst (body insecurity if you squint), alcohol consumption
Word Count: 3.5k
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A/N: cherry is still sick, but this needed to get out of my head. feedback is appreciated. love ya.
When Kika puts her bag on the living room table, it clinks suspiciously.Â
âMy goodness, did you bring half the supermarket with you?â you ask her with a grin, which develops into a loud laugh when Pierre puts down a huge bag next to the door. âAnd you brought your whole wardrobe too.â
âOf course I did,â she smiles, kissing your left and right cheek. âAfter all, I don't know what you're wearing, and I thought we could coordinate our outfits a little.â
Pierre puts an arm around his girlfriend's shoulders. âI'm glad you only packed one bag,â he says, kissing her temple. âPlease pick up the other stuff off the floor tomorrow. The bedroom looks like a battlefield.â
Kika rolls her eyes but snuggles up against him. âYou love me.â She looks up at him with her huge brown eyes as he leans down to her.Â
âI do,â he smiles against her lips, and the moment is so intimate that you leave them alone in the living room.Â
Charles is standing at the coffee machine in the kitchen and smiles at you as you enter the room. âEverything okay?â
You nod and sit down on one of the stools at the kitchen counter. "How long have they been together, by the way?â
âI think about two years," he replies, leaning on the edge of the kitchen counter behind him with his palms. âThey're cute, aren't they?â
âAbsolutely,â you smile. "Almost a little too sweet. I fled the living room when I saw the way they looked at each other, like he was about to propose.â
Your roommate has to laugh. "You should see them together at a Grand Prix. A few drivers â myself included â have a bet on when he'll ask her to marry him.â
You raise an eyebrow. âDid you bet for money?âÂ
The Monegasque raises his coffee cup to his mouth and takes a sip. "Yup.â
âAnd what was the stake?â
Charles hesitates and avoids your gaze. "100âŹ.â
A grin spreads across your face. âCan I still join?â
Your friend raises his eyes and looks at you in wonder, but before he can say anything, Kika and Pierre enter the kitchen. Pierre now places the heavy bag, which had just clinked suspiciously, on the kitchen island. Not a second later, the Portuguese woman reaches into the opening and pulls out a bottle of wine.Â
âSweet,â she says and holds out the bottle for you to see. The brand doesn't look familiar, but the label is pink and the glass is a mint green, and the way your friend looks at you, you know exactly that you'll like the wine.Â
You take two wine glasses out of the kitchen cupboard and place them in front of her. âAnd what are the boys drinking?â
Charles puts his hand to his chest in mock outrage. "Boys? Boys?" He shakes his head. "We're men.â
You wrinkle your nose and grin at him. "Since when?â
Your roommate walks around the kitchen island and wraps his arm around your neck to put you in a light headlock. He presses you against the counter in front of you with his big body and whispers in your ear. âDo you want me to show you again?â
âPlease get a room.â Kika grins and pours the wine into your two glasses.Â
Charles lets his arm slide from your neck to your collarbones, where it then remains. âYou're in our apartment. You can just leave,â he replies annoyed, as if your friends' presence were preventing him from dragging you to the bedroom right now. Which maybe it is. But you don't want to think about that.
âThen I'll take this one back with me.â Kika reaches into her handbag again and pulls out another bottle, before placing it in front of you both. "For your beloved Moscow Mule.â
You don't need to look at the man behind you to know that he's grinning. "If you two ever break up, I'll keep Kika.â"
âOuch,â Pierre says, pouting. "And I thought our friendship was more important to you than ginger beer.â
With his free hand, Charles grabs the bottle and lifts it up before smiling at the Frenchman. "I thought so too.â
âOkay, okay.â Kika grabs her glass and the bottle of wine before looking at you. âYou and I are going to get dressed up. You can play video games or something in the meantime." She kisses Pierre on the cheek before heading for the kitchen door.  âYou coming?â
You nod, but turn around in Charles' arms to look at him again. âWhat are you going to wear?â
Your friend shrugs. âI was thinking of a simple black button-down," he replies, raising his hand to tuck a loose strand behind your ear. "Do you already have something in mind?â
You shake your head. âNot really, no.â
Charles smiles gently at you before weaving his fingers through your hair before they come to rest at the nape of your neck. âYou're sure to find something nice. You look perfect in anything, anyway.â He leans forward a bit and breathes a kiss on your forehead.Â
âYou're disgusting!â Kika's voice sounds from the hallway.Â
Charles flips her the bird before letting go of you. âGo. Before you get into trouble. And let me know if you need anything.â
You smile at him briefly before taking your wine glass and following your best friend towards the bedroom. Once there, you watch as Kika empties her bag, which was just standing in the living room, onto the bed. âI don't want to imagine what your bedroom looks like at your place.â
âBelieve me, it's actually better if you don't.â She grabs the clothes and starts sorting them on the bed. "How was your Christmas?â
You take a big gulp of wine. "Good.â
The Portuguese woman looks at you with raised eyebrows. âWow, you tell it like I was already there.â She matches a white top to a dark red satin skirt. âTell me. Did you visit Charles Mom?â
âWe did,â you reply and sit down on the last free spot on the bed. âI haven't had such a nice Christmas in a long time.â
Kika smiles at you. âDid you two fuck?â
You almost drop your glass. "Kika!" you whisper indignantly and quickly close the door so that the men can't hear you. You lean back against the wood.Â
âSo you fucked,â she grins and raises her wine glass to toast you. When you stare at her, she lowers her glass again. âY'all didn't fuck?â
âWe didn't.â
âBut you did something.â
âMm-hmm.â
Like a curious little child, she draws up her legs and sits cross-legged, chin resting on her fist. âTell me everything.â
You have to laugh. âI thought we had to get ready for the party.â
âTell. Me. Everything.â
And you do. You tell her everything that has happened in the last few days. About the night you gave Charles a massage and about the night on the boat. That he gave you an employment contract as a Christmas present so that you can be together permanently. About Christmas and last night, when you got closer than ever before. The way he called you âhis girlâ.Â
Kika listens intently and asks questions in between, but first and foremost she lets you say everything that is on your mind â and that seems to be quite a lot.Â
You tell her how confused you are because you don't know exactly where you stand with Charles. But also that it's okay for you, because as long as you can somehow participate in Charles's life, that's enough for you. It's like you're addicted to him â and every little dose you get of him draws you further under his spell.Â
When the men knock on the door an hour later, you've just finished and are catching your breath for the first time.
âIs everything okay?â Charles asks, his eyes fixed on you. He seems to ignore the bed's mess â or he doesn't even notice it.Â
âEverything's fine,â you smile.
He nods and points at Pierre, who is standing behind him. âWe just wanted to get pizza so that we can eat something decent before the party. What do you want on it?â
âJust a simple Margarita, please,â you reply, Kika gives the same answer.Â
Charles smiles at you. âHave you found an outfit yet?â When he sees the empty wine bottle on the dresser, he presses his tongue into his cheek. âOr did you have so much to talk about that you haven't had time yet?â He raises an eyebrow. He knows exactly what you've been talking about for the last hour.
Warmth rises to your cheeks. âThe latter.â
Your roommate nods again. "Okay. You still have a little time. We're on our way. See you in a bit," he says goodbye and closes the door behind him.Â
Kika looks at you. âHe's right. We really should start thinking about what we want to wear.â
As if you were at a fashion show, you try on everything that could possibly go with the club. Dark red dresses, the little black dress, satin trousers and corsets that accentuate the dĂ©colletĂ©. But somehow there is nothing that convinces you.Â
Annoyed, you lie down on the bed with your back on it, the clothes are spread out on the floor of the room. Kika lies down next to you.Â
âIs it always like this?â you ask her, crossing your arms over your face.Â
âWhat do you mean?â
You breathe out loudly. âIt's the first time I'm consciously out and about with people who are famous. Is it always so exhausting to find something appropriate so you don't embarrass yourself?â
âI think you get used to it,â the Portuguese woman replies. âI had to learn that too at the beginning. That there are some items of clothing that suit your figure and some that don't. And just because something looks good on you doesn't mean you feel comfortable in it.âÂ
âAnd how do you do it?â you ask her, looking at her. "I mean, you're a model. You obviously look good in anything. But â I don't know.â
Kika shrugs. "It took me a long time to feel comfortable in certain things. But most of the time I actually wear things that I didn't have to be convinced of at all. And then I don't care what others say about me. I feel comfortable â and I want to keep it that way.â When you don't answer, she grabs your hand. "It'll get easier. And until it does, you've got me by your side." She nudges you in the side. âAnd your roommate, who practically undresses you with his eyes.â
You roll your eyes mock-annoyed. âHe doesn't.â
âHe does,â she grins. âBut that's okay. After all, you're absolutely perfect. You could go to the club in a potato sack and you'd look bombastic.â
âWell,â you say. âUnfortunately, I don't have a potato sack here that I could put on.â
When the door suddenly opens, you both jump. The boys are standing in the doorway, Pierre has two pizza boxes in his hand and Charles a smaller black box.Â
âWhere have you been? It's been almost an hour since you leftâ Kika asks, getting up from the bed.Â
âWe had to get something,â says Pierre, motioning for her to follow him. As Kika takes your wine glasses and the two of them leave the bedroom, Charles sits down on the bed next to you.Â
âI brought you something,â he smiles, placing the box on the mattress between you.
You sit up and examine the box. âWhat is it?â
Your roommate shrugs. âYou asked me what to wear to parties in Monaco, and I still owe you an answer.â
Slowly, you reach for the box and take off the lid. Inside, wrapped in dark red paper, is a dress. Black and long, with thin straps and a low-cut back. As you carefully take it out of the box, you are speechless.Â
âDo you like it?â He asks and watches you get up from the bed and hold it up properly.Â
You stare at it, mouth agape. "Where did you get this?" You ask him, holding it up to your body and looking at yourself in the mirror.Â
âIt's not important. Do you like it?â he asks again, his eyes glued to you.Â
âIt's gorgeous,â you breathe, turning a little to get a better idea of how it would look on you. âIâhow much did it cost? I'll definitely pay you back the money.â
âAbsolutely not,â he replies immediately and with a tone that allows no argument. "It didn't even leave a small dent in my bank account." He gets up and stands behind you. He's so close that you can feel his breath on the back of your neck. "You'll look stunning in it.â
You look at him through the mirror. âAnd if you put on your black shirt, we'll even match,â you smile, before carefully hanging the dress over the sideboard.Â
Charles wraps his arm around you to press you against him. You feel his hardness against your lower back as he leans down to you and places feather-light kisses on your neck. âThat was the plan,â he whispers, and goosebumps spread across your body where his hot breath caresses your skin.Â
His hand moves under your sweater and his fingertips slowly glide over your ribs before his thumb hesitantly slides under the fabric of your bra. Breathing heavily, you lean your head against his shoulder and give him more room on your neck as his thumb slowly circles around your nipple.Â
âCharles,â you breathe softly and arch towards him. You want more. So much more.Â
When Kika's voice echoes through the apartment, you break away from each other. âCome on! The pizza will get cold!â
With hot cheeks and wet panties, you let Charles lead you into the living room, where the other couple is already sitting on the couch eating pizza. Another bottle of wine is on the table in front of Kika, who is refilling your glasses.Â
Although the couch is big enough, Charles pulls you right next to him on the cushion and puts your legs over his lap. For a moment, you wonder if he's doing this just so the others can't see his boner.Â
âHere,â Kika smiles, handing you a slice of pizza, which you accept gratefully.Â
The four of you eat dinner together and chat about Christmas, Charlesâ upcoming training camp and New Year's Eve, while the boysâ pizza boxes, wine bottles and drinks get emptier and emptier.Â
âI was thinking of throwing a New Year's Eve party,â Kika says, putting her wine glass back on the table. âYou're obviously invited. I wanted to invite a few other friends, but your attendance is most important to me.â
âWell, I'd love to come,â you smile, looking at Charles. âUnless you have something else planned.â
The Monegasque shakes his head. âUnfortunately, I won't be back from camp until the afternoon, so we'll probably see each other again at the party first. But until then, you'll be in good company for sure.â
âExcuse me?â Kika says indignantly. âI'm the best company!â
Pierre puts his arm around his girlfriend and kisses her on the cheek. âFor me, definitely.â
Kika leans against her boyfriend before gently kissing him. âI know.â
Charles quickly grabs a pillow and throws it at them. âPlease get a room!â He jokes, repeating Kika's words. When she flashes him her middle finger, he can't help but laugh. âCome on, you two. Get ready. We have to leave soon.â He runs his fingers over your shins before smiling at you. âGo put on your new dress.â
You can't stop smiling. âSee you in a bit.â
While the men continue to chat, Kika and you get ready. With professional precision, she applies make-up on your face before doing your hair and then taking care of herself. The Portuguese woman decides on a short black dress with pearl embroidery. When she is finished styling herself, she helps you into your new dress.Â
âCareful with the straps,â she smiles as she pulls it up your body. You put your arms through it carefully so as not to damage it. When you're dressed, Kika looks at you skeptically. "The bra has to go.â
You look at her with a raised eyebrow. "You want me to go out without a bra?â
âDon't you have an invisible bra?â When you shake your head, she purses her lips into a thin line. âThen you'll have to go out without a bra. Unfortunately, the straps are so thin that you can see the bra underneath either way. But we can tape over the nipples if you like. At least they won't be visible in the cold outside.â
Without further ado, she disappears from the room and while she is looking for something to cover the nipples with in the apartment, you examine yourself in the mirror in your room, but no matter how you turn, it is too small to see you from top to bottom. On bare feet, you walk to Charles' bedroom across the hall, where the new, larger mirror is leaning against the wall.Â
The satin dress clings to your curves and accentuates your body exactly where it should. There is a slit on the left side that reaches to the middle of your thigh and the back neckline is so low that you couldn't pull your thong all the way up because it would otherwise show.Â
You examine yourself in the mirror and don't even notice that Charles is leaning against the doorframe until he starts talking.
âLet's stay home,â he suggests, his expression impenetrable. He is wearing his black shirt as promised, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looks wickedly handsome.
You smile at him and try to suppress the dirty thoughts that are trying to take over your brain. âWe can't cancel now,â you reply. âFirst of all, the others are already here, and secondly, Lando is definitely waiting for us.â
âI don't care.â With quiet steps, he moves towards you without taking his eyes off you. Like a predator that stares at its prey before it snaps.Â
You turn to him. âYou have very good taste, Charles. The dress is perfect.â
He answers without hesitation. âNot as perfect as the woman wearing it." The Monegasque stands directly in front of you and looks down at you. "Let's stay home," he suggests again. His large hands find their rightful place on your hips and pull you towards him. His eyes glow seductively.Â
âIt would be rude to cancel now.â
âIt wasn't a request,â he whispers, turning you so that you are standing with your back to him. Once again, you can see him through the mirror. He grabs the flesh of your hip with one hand, while the other hand wanders over your upper body until it rests on your neckline. âThat dress was definitely a mistake.â
You look at him, confused. âWhy? I thought you liked it?â
âThat's not the point,â he whispers, kissing your bare neck. His stubble scratches a little, but you couldn't care less. "I just don't know how to hold back when you look like this." His teeth graze the soft skin below your ear. âGod, you look devine.â
His hand slides gently into the dress from above and encloses your bare chest. At the same time, a soft moan escapes you. âCharles.â
âMerde,â he curses and presses you against him. âHow am I supposed to keep my fingers to myself when I know you're not wearing a bra?â
As his fingers gently play with your nipple, you bite your lip. âWho said you had to?â you tease him, whereupon his other hand gently rests on your neck, though not squeezing. Sadly.
âI can't wait to be back here later,â he gasps and presses a final kiss on your shoulder before taking his hands off you. You watch him fix his erection in his pants so that it can't be seen. But it's there, you know that. And just the thought of it gets your blood pumping. âAnd then neither of us leaves this bed until I say so.âÂ
âIs that a threat or a promise?â you ask, tilting your head so he can see the red marks on your skin where his beard has left its markÂ
Charles suppresses the urge to pull you close and throw you onto the new bed to fuck you relentlessly until your legs give out and you forget your name. He flexes his hand. âBoth, mon amour. Definitely both.â
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luke and his girlfriend being all cute while jack and quinn are watching all happy bc their baby brother is in love đ„ș
Quinn and Jack Watching Luke Fall in Love
UMICH Game
Jack and Quinn are in the stands, taking a rare break from their own schedules to watch Luke finish his practice. The arena is nearly empty, and the sounds of skates slicing the ice echo through the quiet. Jack, scrolling through his phone, almost misses it until he glances up and notices you standing near the rink entrance, bundled up in an oversized team hoodie.
As soon as Luke spots you, his entire face softens. He skates over, and thereâs a look in his eyes that neither Jack nor Quinn has ever seen before. Luke slows as he reaches the boards, his hand raising in a small wave, shy and almost hesitant, but you beam at him in return. With a little laugh, Luke leans forward, pressing his helmet against the glass to get closer to you. You place a hand on the glass where his face is, as if you could touch him through the barrier, and Luke closes his eyes for a second, savoring the moment.
Jack nudges Quinn, gesturing toward the scene unfolding below. They share a look of mild surprise and then watch as Luke stays by the glass longer than any other player would. Thereâs a small smile playing on his lips as he mouths, âHi, beautiful,â in a tone so soft that only you can read it. Jack and Quinn exchange smirks. Theyâd known Luke was seeing someone, but this? This was a side of their little brother they hadnât seen beforeâtender, almost vulnerable. When Luke finally skates off, thereâs a brightness in his eyes, a lightness to his stride.
Jack turns to Quinn, shaking his head with a chuckle. âOur boy is absolutely whipped.â
Quinn grins, a spark of pride mixing with nostalgia. âGood for him. He deserves it.â
Midnight Moments at the Lake House
Itâs late, well past midnight, and the Hughes brothers are back at their familyâs lake house for the summer. Quinn steps outside, breathing in the crisp night air and expecting only silence, but then he spots two figures on the porch swing. Luke is sitting beside you, his arm around your shoulders, the two of you tucked into a shared blanket that spills over onto the floorboards.
Quinn pauses, taking in the scene. Youâre both deep in conversation, voices so low theyâre practically whispers. Luke is tracing small, absentminded circles on your arm, his gaze fixed on you as if nothing else in the world matters. Thereâs a gentleness to him that catches Quinn off guard. Heâs seen Luke compete fiercely on the ice, fight hard battles with grit and determination, but this softness is new.
You say something, and Lukeâs face breaks into a warm, quiet laugh. He leans over, pressing his lips to your temple with a tenderness that nearly makes Quinn turn away, feeling like heâs intruding on a private moment. But he lingers, watching as you tuck a strand of hair behind Lukeâs ear, laughing softly at the way it falls back again.
For Quinn, itâs a revelation. Luke, the brother heâd always seen as a bit guarded, as someone who buried his emotions on the ice, has opened his heart in a way he didnât expect. It fills Quinn with a quiet pride and a profound relief. Heâs glad Luke has someone who sees him as he truly is, beyond the hockey player and the brother.
Kitchen Confessions
One summer afternoon, Jack is wandering around the house, rummaging through the kitchen for a snack, when he hears the sound of laughterâa warm, soft kind of laughter that he immediately recognizes as Lukeâs. Curious, Jack follows the sound and peeks around the corner.
Youâre standing on tiptoe, stretching to reach something on the top shelf, and before Jack can even think to offer help, Luke is already there. Without a word, he reaches up, grabs the item you were straining for, and places it in your hands. But instead of stepping back, he stays close, his arms lingering around you.
âWhy do you always try to reach things you canât grab?â he teases softly, the affection in his tone unmistakable.
You roll your eyes playfully, but thereâs a blush creeping up your cheeks. âBecause I know my giant of a boyfriend will help me,â you reply, poking him gently in the ribs.
Lukeâs laugh is quiet, and Jack watches as his brotherâs expression softens even more. Luke brings a hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your cheek. âYou know youâre my favorite part of any day, right?â he murmurs, his voice so soft Jack barely catches it.
Jack quickly backs out of the kitchen before either of you notices him, grinning to himself. Seeing Luke that open and unguarded makes Jackâs heart swell with a mixture of pride and happiness. Luke is completely gone for you, and itâs a beautiful thing to witness.
Family Game Night Revelation
Family game nights at the Hughesâ lake house are legendary, and tonight is no different. After hours of Monopoly, charades, and good-natured bickering, everyone is winding down, and the group sprawls across the living room in various states of exhaustion. Youâre beside Luke on the floor, leaning into his shoulder, half-asleep as the last remnants of a card game lie forgotten in front of you.
Jack notices the way Luke keeps his arm around you, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your shoulder, and how he periodically checks on you, as if making sure youâre comfortable. Quinn, lying on the couch across from them, catches Jackâs eye and raises his eyebrows in quiet amusement.
Then, as you drift off fully, Luke gently adjusts the blanket around you, brushing a strand of hair from your face. He gazes down at you with an expression so openly affectionate that it nearly takes Jack and Quinn by surprise. They exchange another look, this one filled with understanding. Their baby brother, who used to roll his eyes at the mention of romance, is absolutely, irrevocably in love.
Jack reaches over, patting Quinn on the arm with a grin. âI think weâve officially lost him,â he whispers, a hint of teasing in his voice.
Quinn just nods, smiling back. âIâm okay with that.â
They both watch as Luke, oblivious to their observation, presses a kiss to your forehead. Itâs a quiet moment, unremarkable to anyone else, but to Jack and Quinn, itâs confirmation that their little brother is happyâgenuinely, deeply happy.
Big Brother Heart-to-Heart
One evening, Quinn and Luke are sitting alone on the dock, looking out over the water. The silence between them is comfortable, filled only by the sound of crickets and the occasional splash from the lake. Quinnâs tempted to ask, but he waits, giving Luke time to bring it up if he wants to.
Eventually, Quinn turns to him, unable to hold back his smile. âSoâŠshe makes you happy?â
Lukeâs cheeks flush, but he doesnât try to hide it. Instead, he nods, a soft, almost shy smile breaking over his face. âMore than anything,â he admits, his voice barely more than a whisper.
Quinn feels a swell of pride and nostalgia. Heâs watched Luke grow up, through all the awkward teenage years, the battles on the ice, and the triumphs and failures that shaped him. But watching Luke find someone who brings out this side of himâthis happiness that no amount of hockey victories could matchâis something else entirely.
Reaching over, Quinn claps a hand on Lukeâs shoulder. âGood,â he says, his voice thick with emotion. âYou deserve it, Luke. Weâre all so damn proud of you.â
They sit in silence again, both knowing that these momentsâsimple, quiet, and full of unspoken loveâare the ones that matter most. Quinn knows heâll look back on this, the night he saw his baby brother truly in love, as one of the best memories heâs ever had.
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Shower Sex with Rafe - Blurb
WC: 1.3k | Warnings: smut, smut, more smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, shower sex, unprotected sex, swearing, dirty talk to the max, hereâs my impulsive rafe blurb, enjoy
Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine âĄ
It started out innocent enough, but then again, nothing was innocent with Rafe.Â
A simple shower to wash away the evidence of your two rounds of fucking last night, seemed pretty easy to do without getting dirty all over again.Â
But then Rafe started washing your body, and then he started kissing your neck, and now he was on his knees with his lips pressed to your inner thigh.Â
He looked so sinful and so fucking sexy as he knelt before you on the shower floor, his pretty blue eyes gazing up at you as he peppered your skin in soft kisses.Â
You were already whimpering as you reached down and ran your fingers through his wet hair, subtly trying to guide him to the place he seemed to be purposely avoiding despite him starting this whole thing.Â
You werenât left waiting much longer though, because soon enough, he was leaning in and brushing his lips against your heat. âGonna make you feel so, baby,â he promised - one you knew heâd always live up to, before slowly dragging his tongue along your slit.Â
He was in no rush as he licked along your quivering folds, groaning at the taste that only belonged to you. He does that about five times until youâre a writhing, whimpering, mess above him, and then he focuses his tongue on just your clit while his fingers slide knuckle-deep into your soaked center with ease.Â
Your loud whines filled the steamy bathroom, the sound echoing around the shower as your boyfriend got you off in the way he always did. âRae,â you moaned, slowly grinding against his fingers as the water continued to pour down onto you and him, but you both were actively ignoring the warm stream. âFuck, baby. Feels so goodâŠâ
Rafe groaned against your mound, sending a sharp jolt right up your body. âMm, you taste so fucking sweet,â he practically growled, sending more shockwaves of ecstasy through your core as he fucked his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace. âCould eat this pretty pussy all day.â
His words made your eyes roll back a bit as more loud, lewd sounds left your mouth. âGod, yesâŠdonât stop, please,â
Rafe curls his fingers inside you, the tips brushing against that sweet, deep spot as he seals his lips around your clit again and sucks hard. His free hand guided one of your thighs over his shoulder before sliding higher and gripping your ass, pulling you impossibly closer to his relentless mouth as he devoured you like a man starved.Â
When you let out a sharp gasp and tightened your grip on hair, Rafe smirked against your puffy bundle of nerves. âThatâs it, baby,â he praised, âCum for me. Wanna feel you squeeze my fingers when you do.â
âRae,â you whined again, grinding against his hand harder as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten. âFuck, youâre going to make me cum so hard.â
Your legs were shaking, the one not currently draped over his shoulder threatening to give out at any second as you moaned helplessly. Your spine tingled with that familiar feeling Rafe never failed to give you, and you leaned your head back on the cool, tiled wall.Â
âRight there, Rafe, donât stop, baby,â you begged, your moans growing louder in pitch until the knot snapped and you came all over his fingers, your pussy squeezing them just like he wanted.Â
Rafe groaned as he felt your release gush over his fingers, your tight walls clenching around his digits as he pumped them in and out of you. His mouth continues to suck and lick your clit, prolonging your high until youâre trembling and writhing against the wall.Â
âThatâs my good girl,â he mumbled, slowly pulling his fingers out of you and bringing them up to his mouth to lick clean. He stands back up, towering over you as he captures your lips in a deep kiss, letting you taste yourself as his throbbing cock pressed against your belly. âI want you, baby. Want to bury myself in your perfect body and never leave.â
You let out another needy moan, kissing him back messily as you tangle your fingers in his soaked hair. âFuck me, Rae,â you murmured, subtly grinding your still pulsing core against him. âI want your cock, babyâŠevery single inch.â
Your words were filthy, but so were his. That was just how you and he had always been; never shy or embarrassed or afraid to tell each other what you wanted, craved or needed.
And right now, you both needed to indulge in a rough shower fuck.Â
Rafe grinned, his eyes darkened with lust as he lifted you up effortlessly, pinning you against the cold tiles. âYou want it, baby?â he grunted, his leaking tip brushing against your wet folds as he kissed you. Then he buried himself inside you with one deep thrust, groaning loudly against your mouth. âFuck, youâre so tight.â
His hands slid down to grip the undersides of your thighs as your back arched off the wall, his hips beginning to rock into yours as he set a brutal, steady pace. He fucked into you with long, deep strokes that had your head falling back and your nails raking down his back. âJust like that,â you gasped, digging your nails into his skin as he held you up without a single sign of struggle.Â
Your boyfriendâs strength always turned you on so much, and when he used it on you? Fuck, you were done for.Â
âJust like that, Rae,â you praised, your whole body tingling as you leaned in and nipped and tugged at his ear with your teeth. âYou feel so goodâŠyour cock feels so good. We fit so perfectly.â
âFuck yeah we do,â he pants, âYou were made for meâŠmade for this. Youâre always so fucking wet for me, arenât you baby?âÂ
Your eyes squeeze shut as you nod quickly, your nails finally giving his back a break as you reach up to pull on his hair. âYes.â you answered, biting down harshly on your lip as he fucked you hard against the wall.Â
Rafe grunted, leaning in and kissing you, all teeth and tongue as he swallowed your moans. The lewd sound of your bodies coming together bounced off the shower walls, easily overpowering the faint sound of the water. âYou take me so well, baby,â he muttered against your mouth, releasing one of his hands from your thigh to rub quick circles on your already overstimulated clit. âSo good for me.â
You cried out, your body tensing up as you felt yourself get close again. âHarder,â you rasped, your eyes rolling back as you pulled harder on his hair. âPleaseâŠharder.â
Rafe hummed, leaning down to suck a purple mark onto your neck as he thrust faster, harder and deeper into you. âYou love my cock so much, donât you, baby? This pretty pussy was made just for me, wasnât it? Just for my dick,â he grunted, feeling his own high approaching. âCum for me again. Let me feel how tight you really are, sweet girl.â
You were done for after that, your back arching off the wall again as you came hard for him. Your body sucked him in more and more with every passing second, your warmth flooding around his cock as he fucked you through your high.
Once you were practically limp in Rafeâs arms, he finally let himself go, his dick twitching and pulsing as he emptied himself inside you, marking you as his in the most dirty, possessive way. âFuck yes, baby, take it,â he groaned, his voice deep and steady as the last few ropes of white filled you up. He kissed you, a messy, breathless share of air as he slowly ground his hips against yours, ensuring you took every last drop. âLove you so fucking much, my sweet, sexy girl.â
He lowered you back down to the floor after that, his arms wrapping around your middle as he knew you most likely wouldnât be able to feel your legs for the rest of this shower, and a proud smirk formed on his lip as he resumed his task of washing your body - as if he didnât just fuck you senseless until you were a whimpering mess in his arms.
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đŻđœđ đżđ¶đđč đđ» đźđđđđđ: enemies to lovers (james x reader) PLEASE NSFW 18+ (003.âin a mountain lodge, snowed in from a heavy snow storm I would just love
Smut, MDNI 18+ ONLY, oral (female receiving), implied p in v penetration, a little dirty talk but itâs disguised as bickering
âThis doesnât mean anything,â you gasp, your fingers tangled in Jamesâ hair where heâs settled between your legs.
You honestly canât remember how you got here, you just know you like it. You and James werenât friends, the furthest thing from it actually but you sure feel like friends now. Even if you deny it.
âOh of course not, angel.â James breathes the words directly into your pussy, his tongue lapping at your heat eagerly.
âYouâre annoyingly good at that.â You hiss as his lips close around your clit.
Your back arches off the sofa and into James, your fingers knitted in his hair as your legs shake. âJames,â you choke on the words as his fingers slip into you. âMâclose.â
James chuckles and it only adds to your current stimulation. James doesnât actually hate you, he likes you just fine but he plays along because he likes the way you scrunch your nose and the way your shoulders bunch up when youâre about to give him shit.
Sue him for playing along.
âDonât be shy about it angel, you can let go for me.â His words are all you need, the crackling from the fireplace and the snow falling just adding to the ambiance.
Your thighs shake around Jamesâ head, your screams bouncing off the walls as he works you through it.
James keeps sucking on your clit and keeps his fingers moving until you push his head away from you.
James kisses the inside of your knee, unable to help himself especially when you look so sated.
âStill upset about the snow storm?â He asks, looking up at you from his lashes.
Your foot pushes his shoulder and James pinches the underside of your thigh.
âI will be if you donât finish what you started, Potter.â
James chuckles but says nothing as he stands, you donât know the beast youâve awoken but you will.
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Just read your âwhat makes svt vocal in bedâ and I started giggling and kicking my feet at Cheolâs. Would love to see you go into further detail because I just KNOW that man loves seeing the claw marks you leave on his back and arms đââïž
WARNINGS: mdni, (small) pain kink, marking, scratching, pet name, swearing, mentions of cumming inside, rough sex, raw sex
As a leo, this man just loves the little reminders you let on his skin. Seungcheol definitely wakes up the next morning, smiling and shaking his head to himself, staring at his naked reflection on the bathroom mirror, with the red marks of your scratches all over his back and arms.
The type to see your new nails done first thing. His light touch coming to your hands, so he can bring it close to his face and take a good look at the sharp and perfectly shaped nails. "Beautiful" He praises, caressing your fingers with his thumb, a smirk forming on his lips as he looks up to your face instead "They will make such beautiful marks" He says, letting a kiss to your hand before letting it go from his grip.
Seungcheol loves to go restless on you. His thrusts deep and fast as you squirm under him. He goes down to reach even further inside, your leg up on his arm as his breath fans on the nap of your neck with his animalistic pace while you moan on his ear. Your nails digging up on his back, going all the way down to his hips. The burning feeling of the scratch on his skin making him groan, his thrusts haulting with how much that affects him. "Fuck, I love when you do this... Shit! It feels so fucking good" he confesses.
He loves to edge you, just so he can see your desesparate state that includes tugging his arms and pulling his neck harshly, like you just need to find ground on something. Your pussy aching to cum, clenching around him so much with the needy moans of his name. His eyes rolling back when your legs come around his waist, caging him in between your legs, your nails drowning on his shoulders "cheol, please, i need to cum" you beg and how can he say no? A grunt leaving his lips and the same high coming to him, his balls tightening and breath pacing.
Seungcheol always want you under him, because he can't help but be addicted to the feeling of you cumming and gripping his biceps with so much force that has him going insane. But he also likes when he has you from behind, your head aligned with his shoulders as he fucks you. His dick gets so impossibly hard by the sight of your ass bouncing with his bucks. The way your knuckles turn white from handing tightly his thighs under you. Cry out moans filling the room as your back arch and the same familiar knot form on your stomach "Fuck! Cheol... so- goooo -o... -d... aaaah!" you stutter in between moans and his thrusts that makes your body shake. His hoarsy voice taking over "cum, pretty. let it go for me" he hums. Your nails pressing his skin like it was just sheets. The grip pushing the sides of his ass to keep fucking you as you feel your high approaching. "Shiiiiit" He swears under his breath. Your body stopping just to let it all out seconds after as you cum and make a mess on your inner thighs, his cock and balls. His eyes shutting and head lowering with a low moan as his load empty inside your cunt.
The rare times you get the chance to have him under you, he can also enjoy the view. The way your boobs bounce while you roll your hips on him. The way you arch your back and dig your nails to his abs when he starts to meet up your thrusts. He's so obsessed with the sight of the line of your neck and clavicle when you moan out with your head thrown back. You're so desesparate picking up the pace, not even realizing how you're going down to just beneath his core with your sharp claws, low groans coming out from him as you're too preoccupied on chasing your own high over his cock to even mind. He gets himself running laps underneath you. You know He's enjoying it, too.
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November Rain (Boxer!Eddie X Plus Size Y/N)
A/N: I dreamed about this idea and my time of the month fueled it.
Please Enjoy <3
Warnings: Older (Early to Mid 30s) Dominate Boxer Eddie X Plus Size Fem younger (early to mid 20s) sub Y/N, SMUT, Daddy kink (because Im me), light spanking, big dick Eddie Munson :P, etc.
ANGST, reader meets the boxer while on a date with someone else, mentions of pain from the ring but nothing too dramatic, reader and Eddie mentions just getting out of relationships, nothing negative is mentioned about Y/N size <3. All positive and Eddie thinks she's perfect :). CLIFFHANGER ENDING đ
Word Count: 4753
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"When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same?"
âPaige, I hate you. This guy is the worst.â
âOh, heâs not that bad! Lol. Where did he take you?â
âA boxing match.â
âNO! Lol. Oh my god. I hate boxing and how the fuck are you supposed to talk there?â
âHeâs taking me to a bar after.â
âText me when you get home so I know youâre not dead :P.â
âLove you to, dork.â
âWho are you talking to?â, your blind date asks as he lightly nudges you with his shoulder.Â
âPaige. Iâm just telling her how nice you are and that you havenât murdered me yet.â
âHa! Well, the nightâs still young.â, he laughed causing your eyebrows to furrow in confusion, not out of fear but annoyance that he thought that was the appropriate thing to say to someone he only met an hour ago.
When your friend and roommate suggested you go on this blind date you originally declined. You had just gotten out of a 2-year relationship and wasnât in the mood to dive back in. After a couple of lonely (and needy) nights, you changed your tune.Â
She insisted he was a nice guy she knew from work and he absolutely was but it didnât overshadow his awkward personality. When he suggested coming to a boxing match, you were actually intrigued thinking it was an out of the box idea instead of going to the movies or dinner. As the small arena began to fill, you found yourself more fascinated by the people around you casually talking about one of the fighters.Â
Eddie Munson was a âveteranâ in the field, being a bit older than most boxers in the ring. He had won multiple matches but for whatever reason managers and venues didnât take him seriously. The kid he was fighting had many accolades and higher stats but his wins matched his opponents from the pamphlet you skimmed through while you two waited.Â
As the lights lowered and both men were introduced into the ring, you couldnât help but focus on the older boxer. He was extremely handsome with his sharp jaw and intense, piercing eyes that commanded attention. His chest and muscular arms were littered with tattoos that accented his physique perfectly. Â
With all the cheering and commotion around the ring, you were surprised when his eyes landed on you. He tried to look away but you noticed his gaze kept lingering back to where you were sitting. Trying not to appear intimidated, you smirked his way and leaned back in your seat where your dateâs arm was strewn along the back. The boxer slowly took you in, scanning along the short sleeve black dress that clung tightly to your busty chest and large curves. Your high heeled shoe absently tapped the air as he glanced down your legs and back up to your face.Â
Someone you assumed was his coach, tapped his shoulder and forced him to focus as he screamed instruction into his ear. Rising to his feet, the person took his robe before he headed for the middle of the ring. On his short stride, his gaze shifted towards you again making your smile grow as you silently mouth the words âGood Luck.â
Eddie jumps slightly as the announcerâs voice flows loudly near him startling him as you giggle and he shakes his head.
***
âYeah so I do contracting at this firm and itâs so stupid butâŠâ
You donât know if your date notices but your eyes had begun to glaze over as he spoke. Your date seemed like a nice enough guy but was definitely not your cup of tea. The one thing you feared about dating again was mundane shit that came with casual conversation. You always wished you could skip over this part and get to the moment where you were comfortable again.Â
âI feel like Iâm droning on and on. Tell me about you.â
âOhâŠumâŠthereâs not much to tell really.â
âOf course there is. Tell me about your job, your family, everything!â, he chuckles a bit too enthusiastically as you try to hide your cringe behind your smile.Â
âExcuse me, miss. Telephone for you.â, the bartender interrupts as he points at his phone near the end of the counter.
âOh, thank you. Excuse me.â
After hopping down from your stool, you make your way to the telephone and put it to your ear.
âHello?â
âI thought maybe Iâd give you a minute of peace from chatty Cathy.â, the smooth voice on the other end laughs.Â
âHm. How do you know I wasnât enjoying the chat?â, you ask as your eyes fleet around the bar.
âWell first off, you were way too eager to get away. I mean you didnât even ask who was calling. Add in the fact that your face is worth a thousand words, sweetheart.â
It takes you another few seconds before you find your mystery caller leaning against the wall by the front door on his cell phone. The long-haired boxerâs grin grew when your eyes met his as his subtly waved his fingers in your direction.Â
âWanna get out of here?â
âIâm in the middle of date. I canât just leave.â, you tease knowing full well youâd let him kidnap you if that meant leaving this date behind.
âThereâs only so long you can keep up this rouse before he starts getting suspicious so I would make a decision quickly.â
âPfft, his brain doesnât move that fast.â
The manâs laugh echoed into your ear straight to your heart as you blushed, glad that you had the ability to make someone laugh like he just had.Â
âHoney, a woman as beautiful as you in that sexy dress shouldnât be bored out of her mind. She should be having her mind blown.â
âAnd youâre the man to do that?â
âIâd like to try if you give me the chance. I have a feeling youâre not easy to please like all these other giggly girls and I like a challenge.â
âSmooth, Mr. Munson.â, you giggle.
âAh, so you were there to see me fight.â
âNo, sir. It was just a happy accident.â
âOoooo sir. I like that. You can just call me Eddie for right now though.â
âI prefer the term Daddy.â
It was no longer subtle that the two of you were staring at each other from across the bar. His breathing stutter slightly and you bit your bottom lip to force them to remain still even though you wanted to smirk his way.Â
âY/N? Everything alright?â, your date asked as he placed himself in the chair next to where you were standing.Â
âY/N.â, Eddie repeated as if he was trying to familiarize himself with your name. When you didnât reply, your dateâs palm reaches out to slide down your arm and take your hand in his. âIâm counting every second he touches you. Thatâs how many times Iâm going spank you for allowing it.â
A tear runs down your cheek and you see regret flash through his eyes, worried he may have gone too far before he sees you hang up the phone and pull your hand from your dateâs grasp.Â
âI have to go. My brother was in-in an accident.â, you cry as you make a beeline to where the boxer was standing near the coat check desk. âExcuse me.â, you murmur as your arm brushes chest, the contact sending a little electricity through you both.Â
âNo problem.â, he mumbles as he turns to leave, making sure the back of his hand grazes yours as he does.Â
âDo you want me to drive youââ
âNo, no its ok. My sister lives close by so sheâs going to pick me up. Sheâs the one that called.â
âOk, well, let me at least wait with you.â
âAlright. You pay and Iâll wait outside.â
After he nods, you sprint outside to find Eddie sitting on a motorcycle offering you a helmet.Â
âReally?â, you sass as you take it from his hand and slide it onto your head.Â
âPsh like you donât like it.â
Revving the engine, you cling to his waist as he drives off into the night.
***
Your eyebrow raises as pulls up to a gym and sifts through his pockets to search for his keys.Â
âYeah, um, welcome to my humble abode for the time being.â
âYou live in a gym?â
âI live in the back of a gym. Big difference.â
âOh absolutely.â, you jest as you allow him to lead you inside. âI would figure with how good of a fighter you are, youâd have Rocky 4 levels of riches.â
Again, he cackles as he throws his head back and in that moment, you started to realize you would do anything to continue hearing that sound.Â
âI donât think Iâve ever heard someone from your generation mention such an old movie.â
âItâs not that old and neither are you.â
âWell, arenât you sweet.â, he smiles as he opens another door in the back and gestures you inside. âI kind of started boxing a bit late in the game compared to everyone else around me. Some of these kids have been doing it their whole lives and I only started training 10 years ago.â
As you take in his little room, Eddie heads to his mini fridge to grab a couple of beers. You could tell, he hadnât been here long, living out of a suitcase for the time being.Â
âHow long are you stuck here?â
âI actually just got an apartment so I move in, in about a month.â
âWhat happened to your last place?â
Eddie smiles as he hands you one of the bottles in his hand.Â
âYou ask a lot of questions.â
âIâm inquisitive.â, you smirk back as tilt the beer to clink with his before taking a sip. âI need to know if this is where you take your hookups to hide from your wife.â
âWhat makes you think Iâm married?â
âHuh.â, you muse as you take a seat on his couch/bed. âMost men would immediately deny. âOh, no, baby! Iâm not married. I swear.ââ
The boxer rushes forward as you speak to hastily move his sheets and pillow on to another chair before taking a seat beside you.Â
âIâm, um, no Iâm not married.â, he chuckles nervously. âFull transparency, I actually just got out of relationship so if I seemâŠawkwardâŠthatâs why.â
âI think youâre doing alright.â, you smile as you turn to face him getting more comfortable and he does the same. âBetter than chatty Cathy.â
Again, he laughs and again you swoon.Â
âIf it makes you feel better I just got out of a two-year relationship myself.â
âIâm sorry, sweetheart. How long has it been?â
âA few months.â
âGeez and youâre already dating?â When you donât laugh like he does, Eddie panics as you sip your beverage. âNo, that came out wrong. I just meant that youâre doing better than me. Itâs been a year since Iâve even seen my ex and dating hadnât even crossed my mind. Fuck, I sound like an idiot.â
Your giggle pierces his heart and he melts in relief.Â
âNo, you donât. May I ask what made you find the confidence to ask me over?ïżœïżœ
âI saw you from the ring and thought you were a fucking angel Iâd never see again. When I walked into the bar and saw you, I knew I couldnât let the opportunity slip away.â
âWow. Smooth again, Mr. Munson.â
âI thought you preferred Daddy.â You blushed as your head dipped, trying to hide your eyes but his callused fingers quickly reached out to grab your chin forcing you to look at him again. âThisâŠThis goes without saying but you donât have to do anything you donât want to do. We can just talk orââ
Your lips on his interrupted his gentlemanly speech before tilting back slightly so your mouth wasnât far but you could still see his face.Â
âDo I make you nervous, Daddy?â
âFuuuuuuuck.â, Eddie whispers as both palms cup your cheeks. âI donât want t-to disappoint you.â
Slowly, you crawl over him till your straddling his lap and take hold of his hands to guide them to your wide hips.
âYou wonât, baby, but if this isnât something youâre intoââ
âNo, no, no. Iâm into it.â, he rushes making you giggle as his face flushes with embarrassment at his earnestness. âMy ex wasnât⊠she tried for me a couple of times but...â
âYou never really fully got to take control?â
âI told you itâs been a while since Iâve dated but itâs been even longer since I was able to be Daddy.â
âSounds lonely.â His head tilts to the side at your statement as his brows furrow. âPeople donât understand it but when Iâm in my little girl headspace I feel safe when Iâm with the right partner. Itâs natural for me sometimes when Iâm intimate to slip into that mode and if I was with someone who couldnât satisfy that⊠I would feel lonelyâŠlike I did something wrong.â
When your eyes meet his again, Eddieâs smiling up at you with a softness you appreciate.Â
âThank you for coming to my TED talk.â
His body shakes as he laughs and you feel the energy in the room lighten.Â
Comfortable.
Bringing your lips to his, he reciprocates with more confidence.
âTake your time and ease back into it.â, you whisper.Â
You continue to grind against him as you murmur soft words in his ear and his hands roam your back. Gripping the bottom of your dress, he lifts it up your body and groans as his eyes hungrily take you in.Â
âFuck, youâre so fucking sexy.â Smirking, you slide off him, your eyes never leaving his as you remove your panties and toss them at his chest. âLeave your shoes on and crawl to Daddy, baby.â
Your pussy clenches at his words, his confidence in the title starting to return. Sinking to your knees, you do as he says making him groan as he unbuckles his belt and pushes his pants to his ankles allowing his cock to spring free.Â
As he spits into his hand and strokes himself, you pause.Â
âJesus. Youâre so fucking big.â
âHey.â, Eddie growls causing your head to snap at attention. âWatch your mouth.â
âIâm sorry, Daddy. Iâve justâŠâ You continue to crawl forward till your hands balance on his knees. ââŠnever had a dick as big as yours inside me. I-I donât know if it will fit.â
âShit. Itâll fit, pretty girl. Weâll make it fit. You just have to get it nice and wet.â
After nodding in agreement, he hisses as your hand wraps around him and the tip of your tongue darts out to lick the little beads of precum that had begun to leak out.
âGoddamn it, Y/N.â
Opening your mouth wide, you test the waters and bob your head taking half of him as you allow your tongue to swirl around his head along his slit.Â
âT-Thatâs it, baby.â, Eddie pants as he pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail to get a better look at youâre doing. âGood girl. Your mouth feels soâŠso good. Try and take more, sweetheart.â
You do as he asks and promptly gag as your throat constricts around him.Â
âFuck! Thatâs it. Take it, baby. Choke on Daddyâs cock. Let m-me help.â Holding you tightly, you allow him to use you as he thrusts his hips and his dick hits the back of your throat. âThere we go. Mouth open, flat tongue. So fucking beautiful taking my dick like this.â
Tears spill, smearing your make up as he lets you go and you take in big gulps of air. Grasping your cheeks, he kisses your lips as his thumbs wipe away the stains under your eyes.Â
âSuch a good girl⊠so good for me. I should have asked but do you have a safe word? Is Red still a good one?â
Eddie smiles as you breathily laugh and give him a peck before climbing up his lap to straddle him again.Â
âRed is still good.â
âTurn around, sweetheart.â
After doing what he says, your whole body melts into his slightly sweaty chest as his arms wrap around you. Gripping the base of his shaft, you shutter as he slides his cock between your folds, teasing your clit with his tip.Â
âYouâre so wet, little girl, fuck. Are you ready for Daddy, baby?â
âYes. Please.â Lifting your hips to help guide him, the boxer begins to gradually push himself inside of you. âOhâŠf-fuckâŠâ
âAre you ok?â, he whispers in your ear as you fully fall back against him.Â
âYeah, yeah. ItâŠfeels so goodâŠso big. Mmnah!â, you whine as he slowly thrusts in another inch stretching you open.Â
âYouâre doing so good for me, Y/N. Take your time.  We have all night, honey.âÂ
Your half lidded eyes watch as he runs his tongue along his fingers before bringing them down to massage circles against your clit, feeling your pussy flutter and allowing him more leeway as you both groan feeling your lap finally connect with his.Â
âYouâreâmmphâso fucking tight.â
Experimentally, you roll your hips and the moan that leaves his lips has your eyes rolling as you do it again. You know his fingers gripping your love handles will leave bruises as he starts to guide you but you donât care as you suck hickies into his neck, smiling at the vibration as he groans.Â
âBounce, pretty girl. Fuck me hard.â
Balancing your hands on his knees, your head lulls forward as you bounce on top of him, mewling repetitive ahs as he slams into that sensitive spot inside you. His palm comes down hard on your ass as he continues to knead his fingers into the plump flesh.Â
âGod, I canât get over how fucking sexy you are. Cum for Daddy, sweetheart. Makeâfuckâmake yourself cum on my cock.â
Falling back against him, his wide lust filled eyes watch as one of your arms comes around to cling to the back of his neck as your other brings your hand to massage your breast. Eddie had never met a woman like you before and was pretty sure he would never meet again.Â
Even with his ex, she used to be pretty open minded but never seemed to carry the kind of confidence you did. He knew when he saw you from the ring that you were different but he had promised himself he would focus on his career for the time being before jumping into anything new relationship wise.Â
But how could he let you walk out that door tomorrow morning and let you go?
Your body trembled against him and he grunted as your cunt gripped his cock as you came. You rode out your high and the feeling made him almost feral as he picked you up to move you both the floor.
With his hand firmly holding the back of your neck smushing your cheek into the floor, Eddie thrust into you with rough abandon as you fell apart beneath him.Â
âOh my Goooooood. So fucking deep.â
Twisting his hand to curl his fingers in your hair, he yanked you closer to his chest and slowed his pace but not his intensity as his skin slapped obscenely into yours.
âDoes my dick feel good, sweetheart?â
âYeeeeesssâmmmah!â
âTell me. Tell Daddy how much this tight little pussy loves my cock.â
âY-Your cock feels so good, Daddy. My pussy was made for you.â As you spoke, his forehead rested against your cheek as his eyes shut and he found his rhythm again. âI want to feel you cum inside me, baby please.â
His eyes snapped open as he scanned your face realizing immediately you were telling the truth.Â
âDonâtâDonât say shit like that, little girl, unless you mean it.â
âP-P-Please, Daddy. I promise Iâm safe. I need you to fill me up. I need to feel how good my pussy made you feel.â
âGoddamn it.â, Eddie grunted, pulling out and aggressively flipping you over onto your back before guiding himself back inside you.Â
Your legs promptly wrapped around his waist and he pounded into you knowing he wasnât going to last much longer.Â
âJust like that, Daddy. IâmâfuckâMâgonna cum again. Cum with me.â
Balancing on his palms, his chocolate irises took in all of your beautiful features as they contorted in pleasure. It had been so long since he made a woman feel this good and he desperately wanted to please you. Your palms massaged along his slightly sore arms and his chest, gliding effortlessly over his bruises that were beginning to form from his fight earlier that night.Â
None of that mattered.Â
Every ache and pain he carried from the ring, disappeared as soon as you touched him and all he could focus on was the warmth that was you.Â
âYouâre so beautiful, sweetheart. Iâll give you what you want.â
Circling your arms around him, you pulled him against your body, needing to absorb him as he rolled his hips, grunting in your ear till you felt his release warm you deeper than any man you had before. The whine Eddie made as his fingers clung to your hair was enough to have the coil snap for the final time that night as your pussy tried to milk everything he had to give.Â
You both laid there together silently intertwined for a good long while as you tried to catch your breaths.Â
âAre you ok?â, you whisper.
Pushing up onto his elbows, his hand moves some stray hairs away from your sweaty face as he softly smiles down at you.Â
âYeah, baby, Iâm good. Are you alright?â
âYeah, a little sore.â, you answer as your eyes gesture between your bodies.Â
âShit, ok, um, Iâll go slow. Ready?â When you nodded, as gently as he could, he pulled out of your aching cunt, cooing praise at you as you winced. âGood. Good girl. We, um, I donât have a shower in here but there are locker rooms with showers if you want or we can stay here of course.â
âIâd like to shower, please.â
The way you said please told him you were still coming down from that headspace causing your words to echo in his brain about how lonely it can be being stuck there and not being taken care of properly.Â
Rising to his feet, he hastily helped you to yours before taking you in his arms and caring you to the locker room.Â
âThank you. Iâm not too heavy?â
âNot at all, princess.â
You watch his face as he turns on the water and makes cute little faces as the cold water hits his hand first before steaming up the area. As he cleaned your skin, his tongue poked out the side of his mouth making a little giggle fall from yours.Â
âWhat are you laughing at?â
âYou.â, you smile. âYouâre just really adorable.â
âThank you? I think.â, he grins as he comes up to kiss your forehead.
After youâre both clean and back in his room, he pulls out the couch to turn it into a bed and places you on it before you notice him pause.Â
âI, um, I just assumed youâd be falling asleep here. Iâm sorry. DidâŠdid you need to get home?â
âUmâŠâ You meant what you said when it came to relationships. You werenât ready to jump into a new one and when you let him bring you home you told yourself this was just going to be a onetime thing but you couldnât deny there was something about this man that made you feel safe. Maybe you could just take things slow and see where it led. âNo, I can stay.â
Eddie breathed a sigh of relief as he leaned down to kiss your lips. Throwing one his shirts over your frame, you laughed as he pulled on his boxers and obnoxiously jumped into bed.
With your head on his chest and his arm wrapped around you, the two of you talked till the sun slowly began to rise outside his window.Â
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âI thought you were dead!â, Paige shouted as she lightly pushed your arm before getting up to hug you when she saw you walk into the restaurant you two were supposed to be meeting at. âYou didnât text me or anything and when I woke up you werenât home.â
âI know! Iâm so sorry. I got caught up with someoneâŠâ, you grin as your eyes bashfully meet hers.
âOh, tell me everything.â
The two of you giggle as you regale her with the story of the previous nightâs events as you swoon over the older boxer you met.Â
âUgh, well Iâm glad something good came from boxing.â, she sassed, sticking out her tongue for emphasis.Â
âGood lord, what is it with you and boxing? Were you once a fighter who lost her dream when another fighter broke your neck?â
âNo, you movie nerd.â, she laughs. âMy dadâs a boxer. I mean I guess you can call him that. Heâs a mechanic but decided randomly to start training to fight.â
âYour dad the deadbeat?â
âYeah. He went training 24/7 and it killed my mother. They stopped spending time together and when they were together they fought constantly. One day a few months ago, he was just gone and next thing I know they are getting a divorce.â
âIâm so sorry, Paige. I know how hard divorce is on a family.â
âHeâs supposed to meet me today to get some more of his things. He doesnât have a place right now and begged my mom to hold his stuff till he found something. I guess heâs won a good amount of matches because he told her the other day heâd saved enough money to finally move. My mom refuses to see him so Iâm the messenger I guess.â
âDo you want me to lag behind so I can be your reason to leave? âOh hereâs my roommate. We have to go.ââ, you joke.
âMy saint. Would you please? Op, speak of the goddamn devil.â, she sighs as she flashes you her phone screen. âIâll meet you outside.â
As she walks outside, you hurry to pay so sheâs not alone for too long. Paige was a wonderful roommate and an even better friend. When you met her, you had just had your breakup and nowhere to go. She was sympathetic to your plight and helped you at your absolutely lowest. She got you get back on your feet and now after meeting Eddie, maybe things were finally on the right track again.Â
âYou donât have to do this, sweetheart. I can drive down there and get my things myself. She shouldnât be asking you to be the âmiddlemanâ. This is between me and your mother.â
âI donât mind doing it after what you did to her. Imagine how sheâd feel if you showed up covered in hickeys. Hide that shit better.â, Paige shouted as she slammed her trunk closed and her father lifted the collar of his jacket. âWhatever doesnât fucking matter. All that matters to you now is yourself and your dreams, you fucking asshole.â
âPaige, please. Can we just talk so I can explain some thingsââ
âNo, we canât. My roommates here and we need to go home. Right, Y/N?â, she growls as she turns to face you.Â
Your eyes widen as you come face to face with Paigeâs âdeadbeatâ father. Eddie seems equally as surprised as his jaw falls open.Â
âTh-This is the girl you moved in with?â, he whispered.
âWhat do you care? Sheâs my friend and mom loves her. Come on, Y/N.â
As your roommate, grips your arm and pulls you to her car, you struggle to take your eyes off the older man as his own irises sullenly follow.
Of course. How could I be so stupid to think things would get better? I should have refused the blind like I wanted to. If I had this would never have happened. Iâm a fucking idiot.Â
As Eddie watches his daughter speed away with the angel he met last night, he pulled the piece of paper you left by his nightstand with your phone number and a note saying you needed to meet your roommate for lunch but you would talk to him later.Â
His heart fell into his stomach as the notion ran through his head that you may never want to speak with him again.Â
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SOLDIER, POET, KING â toji, suguru, satoru minors dni!
prologue. â medieval...bardcore...need i say more? thou art going back to middle earth with this one folks đ
pairing. warrior!toji fushiguro x afab!reader / court advisor!suguru geto x afab!reader / emperor!gojo satoru x afab!reader
warnings+. toji takes thee against a tree, geto's a munch, gojo's just kinda needy. doing it outdoors, getting eaten good on a lot of cushions, giving a massage?
word count. 4.5k song inspiration. soldier, poet, king â the oh hellos
a/n. listened to the bardcore cover of shakira's hips dont lie while writing. toji's is short tho idk why dont @ me
mp3. he will tear your city down (soldier) / he will slay you with his tongue (poet) / smeared with oil like david's boy (king)
TOJI FUSHIGURO â there will come a soldier who carries a mighty sword.
you're not sure what initially possessed you to follow him into the dense woods outside the encampment, but you sure as hell don't regret it now, not with the rough bark of the tree pressed against your back, grounding you as one of toji's large hands find their home on the back of your neck. the light pressure has you entirely dizzy, but that could also be attributed to the rough drag of his thick cock against your inner walls, slam!
over and over, at a giddying pace that sends shivers down your spine, and stars dancing across your eyes. the scent of pine, earth, and your own dripping arousal fills the air, and you groan as you taste the saltiness of the warrior's skin and the sweetness of his tongue, stained from the ginger confections that soldiers usually shared around the camp to invigorate them through the long nights.
his lips are demanding, fiery even as they push harder against your own, and you shudder as you feel the scrape of a thin scar against your cheek as the world fades away.
the only sound being your quivering breath, and the filthy smack! of his pelvis against your legs, which have been unceremoniously spread against the tree, riding your skirts up and if toji were to step away, and leave you there, all would see the silver, glassy sheen that dripped from your puffy folds.
but you pull him closer, wrapping your own shaking arms around his broad shoulders, as you mewl for him to keep going.
"there! ah! it's so - so deep, toji!" you try to contain your voice to a whisper, desparately praying that his comrades nearby aren't alerted to the lewd sounds erupting from the two of you.
but he looks merely pleased, dangerous like this, and his green eyes are hazed over with lust, the feeling of your tight cunt felling such a powerful and feared commander, "yeah, shit - deeper then?"
and he's angling himself closer to you, so his fat, bulbous tip must be kissing your most sensitive spot, the rough, spongy patch that makes you squeal and sigh, and cry out as you thread your fingers through his choppy dark hair.
"hope you can keep up, fuck!" and toji fushiguro's eyes are gleaming, "i can go till dawn."
didn't the sun set not a mere hour ago?
SUGURU GETOâ there will come a poet who's weapon is his word
suguru geto's name is woven into every conversation at court, from the grand feasts to the courtyards where soldiers train. his silver tongue is one of legend, so sharp that it can cut through the thickest of political games, twisting even the most steadfast men and women into submission.
it had been hard not to ignore the sheer gravity of his presence, tall with dark eyes like pools of liquid twilight, and raven hair that's fallen haphazardly out of his topknot as he had led you into his chambers, "i know you've been listening to the rumours, people say many things about me," and his pink lips curl up, "but none can truly capture the beauty of my work."
your tone is breathy under his touch, "and what exactly is your work, geto?"
he's laid you back against the plush cushions of the divan, where tapestries (worth a king's ransom) hang over the walls, and his lips are now ghosting over your neck, "call me suguru," and there he presses soft, shallow kisses, "the court is full of pawns, but it is my job to make them kings."
it's hard not to tremble when his lips are travelling further down, scattering marks over your collarbones, "and me?"
his eyes are now locked with yours, and the world around you seems to slow, "you, an esteemed lady of the court? i could make you a queen."
you can smell the faint scent of sandalwood mingling with the scent of your own heady ache, and it makes your heart race. his lips are teasing, gentle and intoxicating like a fine wine that leaves you craving more, as you let your hands travel under his dark robes and over smooth skin.
gradually, his kisses travel down, moving from your collarbone to the shadow between your breasts, courtesy of his hands making quick work of your gown, then trailing along your stomach, each kiss igniting a trail of warmth that leaves a hot syrup pooling between your legs.
"hngh - lower, suguru! keep going!" and you angle yourself so your legs are spread wide and he can slot his broad frame right between them, right where you need him.
but he is not one to be direct, ever, and he gives you a teasing smile as he ghosts his fingers across silk-sodden undergarments, "lower?" and now he's pressing the pads of his fingers across the fabric, leaving lightning shocks in their wake, "lower, like here?"
and his fingers have found home, drawing figure-eights over your throbbing bud as you arch your back up, "yes, fuck, right there!"
you're given not a second or more to breathe, or choose your next course of action before suguru geto is tearing the offending garments off, and away, tossing them far from the divan as you gape incredulously.
silvertongue. the mere epithet does not do justice to how his mouth is laving hot kisses at your core, where the tip of his tongue is prodding at your fluttering entrance, and up over your puffy clit, before hollowing out his cheeks to suck.
GOJO SATORU â there will come a ruler who's brow is laid with thorn
the throne room is vast like a frost-kissed sky, and it stretches beyond what the human eye can comprehend. and the floor beneath your silk slippers is a pale marble sheen, icy and smooth as each step of yours echoes softly, swallowed by the immense space around you, as if the room is holding its breath.
there's a slight smirk curling at the corners of the emperor's lips, his pale hair falling softly around his face like the cool winds of winter that he commands â as he lounges back on the throne carved from white stone that is so pure, it gleams like ice.
"ah, i was wondering when you would come," and his voice is smooth and low, like the calm before a storm that leaves the earth ravaged, "my sweet courtesan."
"it seems my lord missed me?" now you're on the steps of the throne, and you know that you are the only one, save for the emperor himself, who can make it this far without being blown to pieces or ripped apart by the winds.
you know that he favours you, keeps you as a prize above all others, summons you at the most arbitrary of times to please him, as he does to you.
it is a fearful thought, that gojo satoru would defy the laws of gods and elders to claim you as a partner - one who would sit the throne alongside him as an equal, perhaps one day, but not yet.
the realm need not pay the price in blood for that.
your fingers dip into the bowl of warm oil, the scent of live and rosemary filling the air with an earthy, calming aroma as gojo shrugs the heavy indigo robes off his thick shoulders. the oil is cool at first, but it warms on his skin, gliding effortlessly over gojo's flesh. and you press gently at first, the oil easing against his skin, leaving a faint sheen as you work through the tight knots along his neck.
you hear a soft groan escape his lips, deep and resonant, as your fingers work into the knots of his muscles.
"i must be the luckiest man in the empire," he teases, and his voice is low and playful, as he runs his tongue over his lips leaving a gloss over his petal-pink mouth that you want to capture with your own, "i fear i'm becoming too accustomed to your...delicate, mmph! ministrations."
you snort, digging the heel of your hand harder into the muscle, and another moan escapes him, deeper this time, and it ignites something primal within you.
as your hands travel lower, you find yourself leaning closer, so your mouth ghosts over the shell of his ear, radiating red and hot.
gojo glances back at you, and you can see that the ice-blue of his eyes has become glazed over with desire, "if you keep this up, i might forget that i'm supposed to be in control here."
you indulge yourself, running your hands now over the front of his chest, feeling the ba-dump! underneath his pectoral muscles as you glide your fingers across him, "just wait, my lord, i can be quite persuasive when the mood strikes," you flick a pink nipple, and watch as he shifts, "perhaps, we might even shift control."
before you know it, he closes the space between you, with a soft laugh, and your lips meet his, soft and tentative at first â deepening as he pulls you onto his lap, and you gasp as you feel the thick bulge underneath the woven fabric, skirting your hips against it for the most delicious friction.
still, the oil slicks your hands as you run them over as much skin that you can find, and it's messy, full of fervour, as he runs his hands now up your robes, and prods a slender finger right past your gaping, quivering entrance, the ring of muscle allowing him in easily, such was your own want.
"now this," he whispers, the slighest whimper falling through his voice, against your lips, "- is how a true emperor enjoys his courtesan."
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an ode to hands and voice
â° â boo seungkwan x reader â· â summary: a moment of seungkwan fucking you, inspired by his hands and voice. â° â wc is approx. 1.3k â· â genre: smut, established relationship â° â warnings: soft sex, intimate sex. boo seungkwan hand porn. unprotected sex, cumming inside. â· â rating: 18+ â° â note: requested by @strxwberry-skiess !! i hope you enjoy and i hope i did your request justice! this is a part of my follower celebration. also tagging fellow seungkwan enthusiast @haologram
"deep breath in."
you inhale, breath shaking against the stillness of the room.
"and out."
you exhale, body relaxing. as your body decompresses, sagging back against the bed, seungkwan pushes in.
you actively try not to tense back up as his dick pushes into your cunt. despite him having prepared you, having spent what felt like ages fucking his fingers in and out, in and out, you can still feel the slight burn of your pussy stretching around his cock. your toes curl and you can't help but twist your fingers into the sheets, biting down on your lip.
seungkwan lets out a shuttering gasp, his grip on the sheets on either side of your head tightening. he hangs his head as he stills his hips, his nose pressing against the curve of your cheek.
"gotta relax, baby," he says, voice deep and raspy. when seungkwan came home from practice his voice was already a little fucked. he got halfway through a cup of tea topped with honey before you, needy and pathetic in that too-cute way, stumbled into his arms.
and fuck, if you weren't cute and pathetic right not beneath him.
"you gotta let my cock in," seungkwan cooed, pressing a quick kiss to your jaw. "gotta relax your pussy, baby."
you nod, turning and pressing your face against his. you tried to mold yourself back into the bed; tried to make yourself present. the warmth of seungkwan's body was flooding into you, trapped between him and the blanket beneath you. the mattress was soft and plush, because life was full of denials but seungkwan would be damned if he denied himself a cloud-like bed to fall into every night.
you relaxed back into the bed.
seungkwan could feel your cunt loosen around him. no longer did your pussy have a tight grip on him, the sort that he was greatly reluctant to try and press against. he never wanted to hurt you; never wanted this to hurt.
and so, with your cunt relaxed around him, seungkwan continues to push in.
you arch up against seungkwan as he fucks into you, breasts pressing against him. he slips his hand down to one of your thighs, and then moves your thigh up, giving him more room to settle between your legs. your knee knocks against his side.
"keep spreading," seungkwan says. he settles against you, cock fully sheathed, pelvis pressed against your thighs. "let me move."
"don't," you gasp out. your pussy clamps down on his cock, and seungkwan can't help the throaty groan that escapes him.
"won't," he says, dropping his face to the crook of your neck. he breathes against your skin, inhaling your scent. "won't move 'til you say it's good."
you move one of your hands to his shoulder, fingertips pressing into his flesh.
"feels big," you say, voice breaking.
"feels," seungkwan echoes back. "you saying i'm not big?"
you roll your eyes at him, hand sliding up his shoulder. you settle your hand along his jaw. "you know what i mean."
seungkwan hums. he settles against you, relaxing into your body in turn. seungkwan takes a moment to admire you.
he moves his hand to your face. seungkwan trails his fingers, long and thin, along the soft curve of your cheek. his nails gently scrape along your skin, and seungkwan can't help but follow the path of his fingers. he slides his forefinger, lightly and slowly, to your chin.
seungkwan's touch is as light as a butterfly's kiss. it's the sort of loving, gentle touch that belongs only to that of a lover; of an admirer.
and how he admires you.
seungkwan trails his finger to your lips. he looks at the pale shade of his nail and compares it to the lovely hue of your lips. he watches as the plump flesh of your lips bends beneath the pressure of his finger, as your lips part, gently, in response.
seungkwan can't help but push his finger between your lips. your mouth is just as warm as your cunt, and just as he had slid his dick into your pussy he slides his finger into your mouth. your mouth is warm and wet and welcoming.
you take his finger eagerly, as if it were his cock into your cunt. he doesn't press his finger all the way in. instead he settles his finger along your tongue. his cock throbs as you suck at his finger, your lashes fluttering.
"fucking pretty," seungkwan murmurs. "you're so fucking pretty."
reluctantly, seungkwan removes his finger from your mouth. he trails his fingers down the column of your throat, watching. he continues to move his hand along your body, until his fingers are cradling the edge of your tit.
he can't help but follow the curve, his thumb gently swiping. impulsive, seungkwan goes to your nipple. he slides a finger on either side of your nipple, tugging softly.
your mouth opens in a sweet gasp.
"kwannie," you call out, arms wrapping around his shoulders. you shift beneath him, moving so your legs are wrapped around him.
seungkwan tugs at your nipple again. "ready?"
you nod.
seungkwan begins to pull from your pussy. he moves slowly, cock sweetly dragging against your walls. the slide is easy due to how wet you are, and he adores how your cunt flutters around his dick.
once the head of his dick is at your entrance seungkwan rolls his hips towards you. the movement is fluid, a smooth rock back into your pussy. he rolls his hips as he fucks you, the motion constant.
he's addicted to the way your pussy grips him, how smooth the slide is. seungkwan's hand grips at your tit, nails digging in slightly, lost in the velvet feel of your cunt.
"feels good," he gasps out. he can feel the rasp of his voice, can feel the dryness of his throat. "feels so fucking good, sweetheart."
your body responds so beautifully to him. your body arches up into him, your legs tighten around him in an effort to keep him close. your mouth is open in a constant moan, eyes squeezing shut.
seungkwan can feel his balls tightening, his dick throbbing. he wants to cum in your pussy so bad, wants to fill you up so much.
he can't help but let his thrusts carry away. seungkwan begins to fuck you earnestly. the slap of his thrusts are loud, sharp and stinging. he wants to cum, wants to see his cum spilling fro your cute pussy â
your legs begin to weaken around him, falling to the side. seungkwan moves his hand from your tit. he loops his arms underneath your legs, hooking your legs up over his arms.
he fucks and thrusts and feels his heavy balls tighten against him. you feel so fucking good; you look gorgeous; you sound divine.
you moan out his name, broken and high.
seungkwan feels his balls clench once more, and then he's spilling inside of you. it's like a string pulled taut has been cut. he keeps fucking you as he cums, relentlessly with one goal in mind.
even once he stops cumming he doesn't pull out. seungkwan lets his dick soften in your pussy. he moves his hand down to your cunt, releasing one of your legs. two of his fingers find your clit easily. seungkwan begins to rub at your clit, cunt drenched from your juices and his cum.
"you gotta cum," he says, voice hoarse. he frames your clit with his fingers, rubbing at the sensitive area around it. your pussy continues to clench down around his spent dick, and he has half a mind to pull out, the sensation bordering on too much, but fuck â
you cum with a loud cry, lips curling and torso arching off of the bed. seungkwan groans in response and lays his body on yours, keeping you caught between him and the bed as he continues to rub at your clit, pushing you through orgasm.
"that's it," he moans, throat sore from misuse, "cum for me, baby. cum."
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Itâs day three of bed rest, and Soapâs already climbed up the walls of his room and back down again. Injured or not, heâs never been one to sit still, and being restricted to the base with âno hard jobs, no missionsââas the medic had stressedâhas left him itching for something to do. Restless, he decides to wander, eventually finding himself at the library-slash-records room, a quiet corner of base heâs never thought to visit before.
He thumbs through a book on the nearest shelf, flipping pages more out of boredom than actual interest, when a voice behind him makes him nearly jump out of his skin.
âGood choice,â you say casually, glancing over his shoulder at the book in his hands. âI read that one when I was a teenager.â
Soap whips around, wide-eyed and ready to defend himself before he registers you standing there, a bemused smile on your face. Itâs not often anyone manages to sneak up on him, especially after working alongside Ghostâbut here you are, quiet as a shadow.
âChrist, you gave me a fright!â He laughs, trying to shake off his surprise. âYou a ghost yourself, or just a natural sneak?â
âNeither,â you reply with a shrug. âI just work here. Records department.â
He raises an eyebrow, tilting his head with a hint of scepticism. âRecords, aye? Right, sure. So⊠what squad dâyou belong to, then?â
You laugh, not seeming to mind his incredulity. âNo squad. No task force, either. Just a regular base staff member. I make sure all your physical files stay organised, is all.â
âWell, I didn't expect to find a hidden gem like you in here,â he says, putting on his usual flirty grin, expecting some kind of blush or maybe even a shy look.
But you just give another amused smile. âIâm not a gem, just the records keeper. I also stock the books,â you add, gesturing around. âFigured a small library might be good for those interested. We donât have much, but itâs a nice change of pace for some people.â
The flirting sails right over your head, and Soapâs grin falters ever so slightly before he recovers. âAh, so you're the one to thank for this wee slice of quiet paradise on base, huh?â
You nod, a touch of pride slipping through as you straighten a few already-tidy books. âItâs simple, but I like to keep things in order here for whoever wants to pick up something to read.â
Soap tries another grin, leaning against a shelf, his tone softening just a bit. âWell, reckon Iâll be a regular if it means more chats like this. Seems like a fair deal, yeah?â
But you only hum thoughtfully, eyes scanning the shelf beside him, clearly cataloguing if anythingâs out of place. Soap finds himself smirking, both amused and oddly challenged by how thoroughly youâve ignored his attempts to charm you. He realises with a quiet laugh that this just might be the break he needed.
. . .
In the quiet of his quarters, Soap lounges on his bunk with the phone pressed to his ear, listening to his mum and sister talk about his childhood. It had started with the usual check-inâhearing how he was healing, how things were on baseâand soon drifted into familiar family banter.
His sister, Cait, laughs as she recalls his âmiraculousâ ability to get hurt every other day growing up. âRemember when you broke both your arms jumping off that shed roof, John?â she teases, barely stifling her laughter. âMum had to practically wrap you in bubble wrap.â
âAye, aye, laugh it up,â Soap mutters, though heâs grinning. âWas tryinâ to perfect my landing, is all.â
His mumâs voice chimes in with a fond chuckle, âPerfect it you did, son. Broke both arms and had us all in stitchesânot just âcause of the casts, but because you couldnât stop fidgeting.â
âOh, I remember,â he groans, recalling the itch of the casts and the boredom of sitting still for weeks. âI was goinâ mad with nothing to do!â
âThatâs why I read to you,â his mum adds, the warmth in her voice audible even over the line. âYou were always restless, even with two arms in casts.â
Soapâs grin turns a bit softer. âI remember that⊠just not the book itself. Somethinâ about a fox and a forest?â
His mum hums thoughtfully. âIt was a sweet story, but I canât recall the title. Do you, Cait?â
Cait only chuckles, clearly drawing a blank. âOh, I remember the fuss he made, but the book? Not a chance.â
Soap shakes his head, feeling a little pang of nostalgia. âWouldnât mind findinâ it again someday. Reminds me of home.â
A few days later, Soap strides through the hallway, his arm still snug in a sling but his energy undeterred. He greets everyone he passes, effortlessly drawing smiles and laughter from a few soldiers standing by the vending machines. A corporal waves, and Soap flashes him a quick grin, offering a joking salute with his free hand.Â
But today, heâs not here to soak up the attention. His steps have purpose, carrying him straight back to the quiet sanctuary of the records room. When he steps inside, the calm hits him like a breath of fresh air. His eyes land on you instantly, tucked in the back of the room, your head bent over something on the desk.
Youâre focused, scribbling notes or reading from a thick stack of papers, and for a moment, Soap just watches. Thereâs something about the way the light catches on your face, the peaceful concentration you exude. He doesnât even realise heâs smiling until his cheeks ache slightly. He adjusts his posture and clears his throat, strolling over casually, pretending not to notice the way his pulse picks up just a bit.
âHey, there,â he says, his voice breaking the quiet like a soft ripple on a still pond. You glance up, blinking at the interruption, and he swears thereâs a flicker of recognition in your gaze that makes his chest tighten.
âBack again?â you tease lightly, setting your pen down. âGetting into trouble already?â
âNah, just takinâ it easy,â he says, his tone breezy. âNeeded a break from beinâ so popular, yâknow? The fans are relentless.â He winks, and you roll your eyes, though thereâs a smile tugging at your lips.
He shifts slightly, leaning his good arm against the edge of the desk. âActually, I was hopinâ you might be able to help me with somethinâ. Feels a bit daft, but here goes.â He scratches the back of his neck, suddenly feeling the weight of how silly this might sound. âThereâs this book. From when I was a kid. My Ma read it to me when I broke both arms onceâdonât ask,â he adds quickly, grinning sheepishly. âBut I canât remember the title. Just bits of it.â
That piques your interest. You sit up a little straighter, curiosity lighting up your features. âWhat do you remember about it?â you ask, your tone genuinely warm.
Soap exhales, relieved you havenât laughed him off, and starts piecing it together. âRight, so it was about this fox. A scrappy wee thing, always gettinâ into trouble. Lived in a forest, sneakinâ around like it owned the place. There was⊠a badger, I think? Big, grumpy fella, always tellinâ the fox to stop beinâ reckless. But the fox didnât listenâbit of a troublemaker, that one.â
You nod, your attention fixed on him, and it spurs him on. âOne part I remember clear as dayâthere was a trap. The fox got its paw caught, and I thought it was done for. Had my heart in my throat. My Ma kept tellinâ me itâd be fine, but I was sweatinâ over it.â He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck as if to brush off the emotion. âThen there was somethinâ about the forest gettinâ destroyed, so the fox had to leave. Find a new home, yâknow?â
You lean forward slightly, completely drawn in, and it makes his pulse quicken. âThat sounds⊠really sweet, actually. And a little sad.â
âAye, it was,â he says, his voice softer now. âHit me like a brick back then. Think I mightâve criedâdonât tell anyone that,â he adds quickly, wagging a finger with mock severity.
Your smile widens. âI wouldnât dream of it. But⊠youâre describing it so vividly. I might know it. Hang on.â You tap your chin thoughtfully, sorting through your mental catalog of titles. Soap watches you closely, his expression softening as you mentally sift through the possibilities. After a moment, you shake your head, regret flashing in your eyes. âI think I know the book, but I donât have it here. Sorry.â
Soap raises his brows, clearly impressed. âYouâve got a memory like a steel trap, lass. How dâyou even keep track of all that?â
You wave him off modestly, a faint smile tugging at your lips. âItâs nothing, really. I just like books. Spend enough time with them, and you start remembering the little details.â
âStill,â you say, your tone tinged with determination. âIâll keep an eye out. If it crosses my path, Iâll make sure youâre the first to know.â
Soapâs grin widens, his eyes crinkling in that way that makes it hard to look away. âAye, Iâll hold you to that.â His voice softens, and for a moment, thereâs a quiet warmth between you that neither of you rush to fill.
âThanks,â he says finally, the sincerity in his tone catching you slightly off guard. âYouâre good company, yâknow that?â
Before you can reply, he pushes off the desk with his good arm, the playful edge returning to his expression as he gives you a wink. âDonât let me distract you too much, aye? Iâll see myself out.â
You manage a small laugh, watching as he makes his way toward the door, the faint scent of his cologne lingering in his wake. But just as he steps into the hallway, he pauses, glancing back through the open door.
For a brief second, his gaze softens, the memory of the fox, his Maâs soothing voice, and the quiet comfort of your little nook weaving together to warm a part of him he hadnât realised needed it. With a nod to himself, he turns away, the thought of returning already forming in the back of his mind.
. . .
The cafeteria buzzed with the usual hum of conversation and clatter of trays. Soap, now out of his sling and feeling like himself again, sat among Gaz, Ghost, and a few others from the base, his laughter loud and infectious as they swapped stories and teased one another. His attention was fully on Gazâs exaggerated recounting of a drill mishap when Ghostâs gravelly voice cut through the din.
âOi, Johnny. Little mouse headed this way.â
Soap blinked, confused, until Ghost gave a subtle nod toward the figure approaching from behind. Soap twisted around, and his breath hitched the moment he spotted you.
Springing to his feet far too quickly, Soapâs knee hit the table with a loud clang, trays rattling dangerously. The others shouted half-hearted complaints, but Soap didnât care. All his attention was on you, standing there with a paper bag in hand, a shy smile gracing your lips.
âIâuhâhi,â Soap stammered, suddenly unsure of himself as you held the bag out toward him.
âI found it,â you said simply, your tone giddy. âThought you might like to have it.â
He stared at the bag, then at you, before carefully taking it from your hands. His fingers brushed yours briefly, and he swore he felt a spark. Peeking inside, his jaw dropped. There it wasâthe book. The cover was pristine, like it had just been pulled from a bookstore shelf.
âYou didnâtâŠâ he began, but words failed him. His gaze flicked between the book and your face, awe written plainly across his features.
You chuckled softly, patting the hand that held the book. âItâs no big deal. Enjoy it, yeah?â
And with that, you turned and walked away, leaving Soap frozen in place. He watched you go, only snapping out of his trance when Gaz whistled low under his breath. Soap turned back to the table, clutching the bag as if it held a treasure.
Seated back at the table, the book resting carefully in his lap, he barely touched his food, his usual chatter replaced by a soft, distracted smile. He flipped the book over in his hands, running his thumb along the edges of the paper bag, his thoughts clearly elsewhere.
âSomeoneâs got a fan,â Gaz teased, grinning.
âShut it,â Soap muttered, his cheeks flushing.
But the teasing didnât stop there. One of the younger men at the table, a mechanic who had joined the base recently, leaned forward, asking him about you with a smirk edged with something he didnât like, at all.
Soapâs expression darkened instantly, his jaw clenching. Ghost, always the observer, grumbled lowly. âLeave it, lad,â he warned, his voice a quiet rumble. The mechanic wisely dropped the subject.
As the conversation shifted back to base gossip, Soapâs focus stayed on the book in his hands. He traced the edges of the paper bag absentmindedly, his mind replaying the moment youâd handed it to him and the warmth of your hand on his. His smile widened, soft and genuine, as he looked the book over again, the edges of the paper bag crinkling beneath his fingers.
Ghost glanced at Soap briefly, noting the faraway look in his eyes. With a barely audible snort, he shook his head and returned to his meal, leaving the smitten Scotsman to his thoughts.
. . .
Soap spent the better part of the next day scouring every corner of the base, peeking into offices, workshops, and even the records room during normal hours, hoping to catch a glimpse of you. Each empty space only added to his frustration.
âSneaky little mouse," he muttered under his breath with an undeniable smile, hands on his hips.
His gripping earned a chuckle from Gaz, who leaned back in his chair and exchanged a knowing look with Ghost. âMaybe youâre just not lookinâ in the right places, mate,â Gaz teased, popping a peanut into his mouth.
Ghost, however, offered a rare bit of practical advice. âTry the rec room. Late hours.â His tone was low, but there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. âSometimes I go there when I canât sleep. Teaâs decent, and I watch matches on my phone. Could be sheâs got the same idea.â
Soap perked up at the suggestion, nodding gratefully. âAye, worth a shot. Thanks, mate!"
Later that evening, Soap made his way to the rec room. The base was quieter, the halls dimly lit, and the faint hum of a vending machine filled the otherwise empty space. As he approached the rec room, the soft clink of a kettle caught his attention. Peering in, he spotted you by the small kitchenette, the warm glow of the stoveâs light illuminating your face as you poured hot water into a mug.
For a moment, he hesitated. His usual bravado faltered as he took in the calm scene, unsure how to approach without disturbing the peaceful air you carried with you. But then, squaring his shoulders, he stepped inside.
âDidnât think Iâd find you 'ere,â he said, his voice low but carrying a playful lilt.
You glanced over your shoulder, surprised but smiling softly when you saw him. âEvening, Sergeant. Tea, late-night stroll, or both?â
He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. âBoth, maybe. Been lookinâ for you, actually. Youâve got a knack for disappearinâ, yâknow.â
You turned back to the stove, shaking your head lightly as you reached for another mug. âYou found me now, didnât you? Want some tea?â
âAye, thanks.â Soap approached, watching as you handed him the steaming mug. He cradled it, savoring the warmth in his hands. âListen, about the bookâŠâ
You waved him off, cutting him off before he could continue. âItâs nothing, really. I should be the one thanking you. Youâve shown interest in the books and my little corner. It means a lot to have someone notice.â
Soap blinked, caught off guard by your words. Before you could turn back around to retrieve your own mug, he reached out, catching your hand. His fingers curled around yours gently, his thumb brushing the back of your knuckles.
The contact was warm, steady, and startlingly tender.
âNo,â he said, his voice dropping to a softer tone. âIt wasnât nothinâ. You went out of your way for me, and⊠it means more than I can say.â
You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat when he lifted your hand, pressing a lingering kiss to your fingers. His lips were warm, his expression earnest as he looked up at you, gratitude and something deeper shining in his eyes.
For once, you were the one left speechless, your heart skipping a beat as the weight of his sincerity settled over you. Soap released your hand gently, his fingers lingering for just a moment before pulling back.
âThank you,â he said again, his voice a near whisper.
You swallowed, your cheeks feeling uncharacteristically warm. âYouâre welcome, Sergeant,â you managed, offering him a soft smile.
âStay a while?â he asked, nodding toward the small table tucked into the corner.
Your heart skipped a beat, and before you could overthink it, you nodded, moving to sit down. He followed, his mug cradled in his hands as he eased into the chair across from you. The quiet hum of the room settled over you both, broken only by the soft clink of his mug against the table as he set it down.
For a moment, neither of you spoke, but the silence wasnât uncomfortable. Instead, it felt warm, almost fragile, like something new and precious was taking root between you.
âYouâve got a knack for this,â he said, his tone low and easy.
âFor what?â you asked, taking a sip of your tea.
âDoinâ things that catch a man off guard,â he replied, his blue eyes glinting with something playful yet sincere. âLike huntinâ down a book I barely remembered just to give me a piece of my past back.â
You waved him off modestly, though the compliment made your chest tighten in an unfamiliar way. "It's...just a book."
âTo you, maybe,â he countered, his voice soft. âTo me, itâs somethinâ more. And soâs this.â
He gestured vaguely, encompassing the quiet space you now shared, the table between you feeling more like a bridge than a barrier.
You lowered your gaze to your mug, the steam curling upward as you processed his words. There was a warmth in his voice, an openness you hadnât expected but found yourself leaning into.
When you finally looked up, Soap was watching you, his gaze steady and filled with something unspoken. You held his eyes, the corners of your lips curving into a smile that matched his.
âThis is nice,â you murmured, almost to yourself.
âAye,â he agreed, his voice low. âIt is.â
And as the two of you sat there, sipping tea and sharing quiet smiles, the space between you seemed to shrink, the glow of the moment wrapping around you both like a promise of something more to come.
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JJ cheered in the background, almost face-planting the ground as he struggled to get off his chair and call Pope.
thatâs his bf fr
But watching Rafe Cameronâthe boy who had idolized his father for years, now a manâsit in a chair facing countless cameras and strangers for hours as he recounted his life under Ward's control? That was a different kind of heartache.
heâs just a baby boy
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The barriers between you two seemed insurmountable.
climb that wall
Luke laughed, a deranged sound, and lunged. You swung the skillet with all your might. It connected with his shoulder, the impact reverberating up your arm
this scene is supposed to be serious but i imagined tommy and jerry where jerrry hit jerry with a pan or smth and the thing bounces off of him wobbly đđok back to reading (i wanna let u know the lengths i went through to make this gif bc i literally downloaded it and made it myself)
(i wanna let u know the lengths i went through to make this gif bc i literally downloaded it and made it myself)
You tried to speak, but the words caught in your throat, a sob escaping instead. Your knees gave out, and you sank to the floor, the phone slipping slightly in your grasp. The room felt like it was closing in on you, the walls pressing down, the silence deafening except for your labored breathing.
this is claustrophobic
"Sit here," Rafe said, motioning to the edge of the bed. He disappeared for a moment, returning with a first-aid kit. He kneeled in front of you again, this time with a different purpose. "Lemme see your hands."
MY BABY TAKING CARE OF MY OTHER BABY
You swallowed hard, the weight of his words pressing against the barrier you'd built around your heart. âWhyâWhy did you pick up the phone?ââYou know why.â
can we please just fuck and make up
Without a word, he slipped off his shoes
this took me out white boy why do u have shoes in the HOUSEEEEE
ââŠI donât care what it fucking takes,â Rafe all but spat, his tone filled with determination. âYeah, I know the charges will stick. Just make sure he doesnât get out on bail. I donât want him anywhere near her again.â
rafe is such an action man we love đ
"I owe you everything," he murmured.
screeching under my pillow đŠ
âYouâve been alone?â You all but sob, âYouâve been here all this time? By yourself?â
the way ur dialogue is like a movie SOMEONE GET GIGI INTO THE WRITERS ROOM STAT
Your heart pounded in your chest as he closed the distance, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, hesitant kiss. It was as if he was testing the waters, ensuring you were okay with this, and when you didnât pull away, the kiss deepened. His hand moved to the back of your neck, holding you gently but firmly as his lips explored yours.
SEXYYY TIMEEE đđ»đđ»đđ»đđ» i am so unserious
âI donât care,â you replied, shaking your head. âYou fucked me after I got shot.â
say it
"That night was different. We were different."
oh fuck off being a gentleman pls âđŒđ€š
His voice trailed off, but his hands spoke for him, tracing patterns along your sides, sending shivers through you. His touch was reverent as if he was rediscovering you, piece by piece.
why is this so beautiful
"I love the way you look at me," he continued, his hands slipping under your shirt, his shirt, caressing the bare skin beneath. "Like I'm the only person in the world. Like I matter."
ohmygod đ i feel like i am interrupting something
"You do matter," you whispered, your voice breaking. âYou matter to me.â
BABIES ALL OF THEM !!!!!!!!!!!
Rafe's hands found your hips, his touch firm and reassuring. "I love you," he said again,  "And I need you to know that. Shit, I need you to feel it."
put it in already đ (kidding i love this)
"My perfect girl," he growled against your lips.
ur making me blush
âFuck, yes,â he whimpered, his grip on your hips tightening. âYou feel amazing.â
RAFE WHIMPERING I WONNN
"I can't believe you're real."
i swear to god if this turns out to be a dream iâm booking the next flight to ur city n murdering u in ur sleep (real)
final thoughts â this is so tender and sweet, i love this. i think i can offer no true words to have much i appreciate this series (also because i used it all up in the last review) but yes, like i said. compliments to the chefs for her dialogue and beautiful imagery. additionally, i wanna let u know that u give me so much inspiration. whenever i finish one of ur work, i'm like "i gotta get my ass up and work" because i always feel so motivated to write whenever i read ur stuff. <3 truly, tđđhank u for everything, i'm so excited (and sad... and horny...?) to see them come to a delightful end next part
THE OTHER SIDE OF PARADISE - rafe cameron (+18) - six
request: "a rafe enemies to lovers đ«Ł the reader is jjs sister the whole drama before but then she gets left behind on the ship and rafe ends up comforting her and then yea thatâs all I got you can do whatever else the rest đ"
WARNINGS: domestic violence; blood; injuries; angst; smut;
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You saw it on the news before Sarah told you.
Ward was officially in police custody.
They were calling it the biggest crime operation in years, plastering his face on every corner of every newspaper in the country. You saw it first on your busted-up TV, the morning news anchor's serious tone making the gravity of the situation clear before Sarah had a chance to call.
He was stopped.
The man who caused so much pain and chaos to everyone you cared about was finally behind bars.
But your relief came with a bit of caution.
This was just the beginning. There was still a trial to face, and you knew how slippery Ward could be. He had enough money to buy whoever he wanted, and the justice system wasnât always as just as you hoped. Trials could take months, even years before he was sentenced.
JJ cheered in the background, almost face-planting the ground as he struggled to get off his chair and call Pope. You hadnât seen him this ecstatic in years, the hallways of your home echoing with âletâs fucking go, baby!â as he made his way upstairs.
You were content.
Was there really anything to be happy about?
Sure, a bad guy was getting what he deserved, but the destruction he left behind was still very much there.
Months ago, when the police contacted you again, you had refused to testify. What Ward did to you was terrifying, but what he did to Sarah, John B, and Rafe? They were the true witnesses to his evil. You barely got a taste of his wrath. You were lucky. You wanted to be there, of course. Every person Ward hurt deserved all the support they could get. But watching Rafe Cameronâthe boy who had idolized his father for years, now a manâsit in a chair facing countless cameras and strangers for hours as he recounted his life under Ward's control? That was a different kind of heartache.
Rafe.
You hadnât seen him since that day he dropped by, and it felt like he vanished into thin air. You didnât see him around town, not at the beach, and he never stopped by your job. You started wondering if heâd been cooped up in that awful house all this time.
You couldnât shake this feeling of worry, knowing he was stuck in the shadow of his dadâs mess.
Did he feel abandoned by you?
The thought of him, alone in that house, haunted you. You knew you shouldâve reached out, found him as the town buzzed with the details of Wardâs arrest. More stories came out, each more horrifying than the last.
You almost gave in.
One evening, you found yourself riding past the Cameron estate, its looming structure a dark silhouette against the fading light. You almost went in, stopping by the gigantic gate, but then you saw movement inside and sped away on your bike.
You couldnât do it.Â
The barriers between you two seemed insurmountable.
As you walked home from your shift as a lifeguard at the beach, the sun setting behind you cast long shadows on the sand. The rhythmic crashing of the waves had always been your favorite soundtrack. Youâve spent most of your life inside the water, it was in your nature.Â
Growing up, surf and swimming were your outlets to get away from your violent father and deadbeat mother. The ocean was your sanctuary, a place where you could forget the shouting matches, the broken furniture, and the empty bottles scattered around the house. When you were out there riding the waves or just floating on your back, everything else melted away. The water had a way of washing off the grime of your home life, even if just temporarily.
Unfortunately, once you set your feet on the sand and walked home, that feeling always vanished.
Tonight, as you made your way home, the familiar dread began to creep in. Both your parents were long gone, but the sense of dread would never leave you, always attached to that stupid house.
Even though the yelling had stopped, and the bottles were gone, the walls seemed to hold on to the echoes of your past. The creaky floorboards, the dim lighting, the chipped paintâYou hated it.
You had considered moving out many times, but something always held you back. JJ. Money.
When you got there, the air felt unusually still.
JJâs truck wasnât parked in its usual spot, which was strange, but not entirely unheard of. What really unsettled you were the closed windows. You always left them open to let the ocean breeze in, but now they were all shut tight.
You called out your brotherâs name, hoping to hear his usual welcoming shout, but there was only silence. You shrugged it off, thinking he was probably out on the boat or lost in his video games.
You dropped your bag by the door and walked further inside.
"JJ?" You called again.
As you stepped into the living room, the sight of your father, Luke, froze you in place.Â
He seemed worse than you rememberedâdisheveled, eyes bloodshot, and reeking of alcohol.
Luke had been gone for a year, no contact, nothing. But the memories of his drunken rages and the bruises he left behind were still fresh. He was supposed to be miles away. JJ made sure of that, paying him off and helping him get off the island.
Seeing him was the last thing you were expecting.
"You shouldnât be here,â You warned him, trying to mask the fear rising in your chest.
He laughed, a hollow, chilling sound. "Iâm just here to see my kids. Is that so wrong?â
Liar.
You knew better than to trust him. âYou need to leave. Now.â
His expression darkened, the smirk fading. âYou donât get to tell me what to do.â
âWatch me. Out.â
He took a step back, raising his hands in mock surrender, âI just need a little loan.â
You tightened your grip on the edge of the doorframe, âNo. You need to go, for good.â
His eyes narrowed, and for a moment, you thought he might listen. But then he took a step closer, and you could smell the stale alcohol on his breath.
âIâm not leaving without what I came for.â
âI donât care,â You snapped, no longer the scared girl he was used to, âGet your ass out of my house before I call the cops.â
âThis is my house!â He all but screamed, the veins in his neck visible.
âNot anymore,â Your heart pounded in your chest, and every fiber of your being screamed for JJ, wishing he was here, âIâm not afraid of you,â you said, more to convince yourself than him.
He took another step forward, his face twisted in anger. âYou always were a stubborn little brat.â
âAnd youâre a piece of shit.â
He lunged.Â
You barely dodged his grasp, stumbling back into the living room.
âStay away from me!â you shouted, desperately looking for something to defend yourself with.Â
Luke laughed, a dark, hollow sound, and came at you again. This time, he grabbed your arm, his grip painfully tight. You barely had time to react, instinctively raising your arms to block his advance.Â
âYou little bitch,â he snarled, pushing you against the wall. The impact knocked the breath out of you, but you fought to stay focused. You couldnât let him win, not again.
âYouâre going to give me what I want,â he hissed, his breath hot and foul on your face.
âNo, Iâm not,â you spat back, summoning every ounce of courage you had.
With your free hand, you grabbed a nearby lamp and swung it at him. The base connected with his head, and he stumbled back, cursing.
âBitch!â he roared, holding his head. Blood trickled down the side of his face, but the sight only seemed to enrage him further.
He charged at you, knocking the lamp from your hands and pinning you to the floor.
You were panicking, resorting to kicking and thrashing, trying to throw him off. âGet off me!â you screamed, clawing at his face.
He slapped you hard, the force of the blow making your vision blur. âYou think you can fight me?â he snarled, his hands wrapping around your throat.
Gasping for air, you felt the desperation claw its way out. Youâd been here too many times. Your hand groped blindly on the floor, finding a heavy candlestick. Your momâs candlestick. With the last of your strength, you brought it down on his head.
Lukeâs grip loosened, and he slumped to the side, groaning. You scrambled to your feet, your breath coming in ragged gasps.
He tried to get up, but you struck him again, this time with all your strength. The candlestick connected with a sickening thud, and your father collapsed, blood pooling around his head.
You stood over him, panting, the weight of what youâd done sinking in.
But then, with a guttural growl, he stirred and reached for your ankle. You staggered back, your heart hammering.Â
âStay down goddamit!â you shouted, raising the candlestick again.
He pushed himself up, eyes wild with rage. âYouâre gonna pay for that,â he spat, lunging once more.
This time, you were ready.
As he reached for you, you twisted to the side, bringing your knee up sharply into his stomach. He grunted in pain, doubling over, and you seized the opportunity to land a sharp elbow to his nose. The crack was satisfying, but brief; he roared and grabbed at you blindly.
You ducked under his arm, grabbing a chair and shoving it between you. Luke, half-blind with fury, kicked the chair aside, but it gave you enough time to reach the kitchen. You grabbed the first thing you could findâa cast-iron skillet.
He stumbled into the kitchen after you, a trickle of blood from his nose mingling with the sweat and grime on his face.
âYou just had to put up a fight, huh? Just like her.â he snarled.
âStay back,â you warned, brandishing the skillet, âIâll fucking do it.â
Luke laughed, a deranged sound, and lunged. You swung the skillet with all your might. It connected with his shoulder, the impact reverberating up your arm. He staggered, and you swung again, aiming for his head. The skillet hit with his temple, the sound echoing through the room and he collapsed, finally unmoving.
Oh fuck.
For a moment, the house was deathly silent.
You dropped the skillet, your hands trembling.
Kneeling down, you checked for a pulse. It was faint, but there. Relief and horror flooded through you simultaneously.  You almost killed him. There was so much blood. It stained the old carpet, the candlestick, your hands.
You backed away, your mind racing.Â
What if he died? What if youâd killed him? Oh god, oh god. This wasnât supposed to happen. You just wanted him gone, out of your life for good.
With trembling fingers, you picked up your phone, the weight of what had just happened settling heavily on your shoulders. Your heart raced with adrenaline and fear, each breath feeling labored as you scrolled through your contacts. You needed help, someone who could make sense of the chaos now consuming your life.
The screen lit up with familiar names, but your vision was blurred with tears.
Without fully realizing it, your finger landed on a contact you hadnât called ever before. The phone rang, and you kept an eye on Luke, praying he wouldnât move. It rang for only ten seconds, but it felt like an eternity.
âMaybank?â
âRafe?â You gasped out, your voice breaking as you clutched the phone to your ear.
There was a brief pause, and then his voice came through, âHey, hey. What's wrong? Are you okay?â
But you couldn't speak.
Hearing his voice after all this time, after everything that had happened, it was too much.
The fear, the relief, the chaos, all of it came crashing down, and your breath hitched.
You couldnât think.
âHey! Are you there? Talk to me!â Rafe's voice grew more urgent.
You tried to speak, but the words caught in your throat, a sob escaping instead. Your knees gave out, and you sank to the floor, the phone slipping slightly in your grasp. The room felt like it was closing in on you, the walls pressing down, the silence deafening except for your labored breathing.
âWhere are you?!â
You focused on his words, trying to match your breath to his timbre.
In. Out. In. Out.
It helped, if only a little. The shaking in your hands lessened, but the fear never eased.
âI think... I think I killed my dad.â
You looked at the bloodstained carpet, the unconscious body of your father still lying there, and the horror of it all washed over you again.Â
âAre you home? Are you safe?â
You glanced around the living room, the familiar space now a scene of violence.
âIâm home. JJ isnât here. I-I donât know where he is.â
âIâm coming,â Rafe said firmly. âStay there. Donât touch anything. Iâll be there as soon as I can.â
âRafeââ You began, but he cut you off.
âIâll be there soon. Just hang on, okay?â
The minutes ticked by, and you found yourself staring at the door, willing Rafe to appear.
What were you going to do? How were you going to live with yourself if Luke died? This wasnât you.
You didnât hurt people. You just wanted a little bit of peace in your life, some quiet. Why did things never work out the way you wanted them to?
Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, you heard the sound of a car pulling up outside. Moments later, the door burst open, and there he was.
âMaybank?â
He called out for you as he stepped inside.
Seconds later, he was standing in front of you, scanning the room, analyzing the scene before him. He rushed to your side, pulling you into his arms without hesitation.Â
âItâs okay. Iâm here. Youâre gonna be okay.â
He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple as he guided you away from the scene, his eyes lingering briefly on your fatherâs motionless figure.
âWhat happened?â He asked softly, leading you to sit on the couch.Â
âHe just showed up out of nowhere. He wanted money. I told him to leave, but he wouldnât. He got violent, and I... â
âItâs okay.â
His warmth helped.
But you still felt the overwhelming weight guilt eating you alive. The blood on your handsâit all felt surreal, like a nightmare you couldn't wake up from.
âHave you called 911?â
You shook your head, lips trembling as you tried not to cry.
âDo you want me to?â
The thought of police cars and paramedics filling the house, made your stomach churn. The fear of what might happen if Luke woke up, or if he didn't, paralyzed you. It took you a second to realize he already had his phone out, pressed to his ear.
"I need an ambulance.â
He stayed on the line with the dispatcher, giving them your address and the details. Your ears were ringing, unable to make out exactly what he was saying.Â
"They're on their way," he reassured softly. "Itâs gonna be okay."
You nodded weakly, grappling with the aftermath. Rafe stayed close, seated next to you.
"They'll take him to the hospital," He murmured, more to himself than anyone else. "He'll get the help he needs."
"I... I didn't mean to..." you finally managed to whisper, your voice trembling.
Rafeâs hands griped your own, despite the blood coating it, "I know.â
The minutes felt like hours as you waited for the ambulance. You just wanted it to be over.
When the paramedics finally arrived, Rafe guided them to Luke's unconscious form while you sat numbly on the couch. They immediately went to work, assessing his condition and preparing him for transport. Police officers soon followed, asking questions, and taking statements. Rafe handled most of the interaction, shielding you from the brunt of their inquiries. You watched in stunned silence as they worked.
He stayed close by, offering quiet reassurances and answering the paramedicsâ questions.
After what felt like an eternity, they finally moved Luke onto a stretcher and carried him out of the house. Rafe followed them to the door, speaking briefly with one of the paramedics before they loaded Luke into the ambulance and drove away.
He kneeled in front of you, âYou canât say here, okay? They called JJ, heâs on the mainland, but heâll take the first ferry down here tomorrow.â
You nodded weakly, your body feeling as if it had been drained of all energy.
"Come on," Rafe urged, helping you to your feet. "Let's get you out of here."
He guided you out of the house and into his truck, the engine already running. The drive was quiet, the only sound being the hum of the engine and the occasional sniffle from you.
Rafe reached over, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. You slumped back in the plush seat, eyes closed, trying to steady your breathing, too embarrassed to look at him.
âIâm sorry.â
âThereâs nothing to be sorry for.â
You didn't even register where you were headed until the truck pulled to a stop. When you finally opened your eyes, you realized you were at Rafeâs place.
Tanneyhill.
It felt odd, being there after so long, and under such circumstances. He helped you out of the truck, guiding you inside with a protective arm around your shoulders.Â
"Sit down," he said gently, leading you to the living room. "I'll get you some water."
You sank into the expensive couch, feeling the soft cushions envelop you. It was weird sitting in Rafeâs home after everything that had happened.
He returned quickly with a glass of water, pressing it into your trembling hands.
"Drink," he instructed, sitting beside you.
You took a small sip, the cool water soothing your dry throat. Rafe watched you closely, concern etched across his features.
"You need to rest," he said. "Iâll be right here."
"But Iâ"
"You need to rest," he repeated firmly, but not unkindly. "We can talk more in the morning.â
There was a part of you that wanted to argue, to insist that you were fine, that you didnât need his help. Youâd done this for years, alone.
And yet, here he was, offering you help. Maybe it was the exhaustion, maybe you just missed him, but for once in your life, you didnât fight him.Â
You nodded, letting him take you upstairs.
"Let's get you cleaned up," he said, noticing the blood still on your skin and clothes. "You canât go to bed like this."
At this point, you were too tired to speak, simply following his instructions as he led you inside, guiding you to the bathroom.
"Here," he said, turning on the shower and adjusting the temperature. "Take your time. I'll leave some clean clothes for you right outside the door."
You nodded gratefully, stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind you.
The sound of the water running was comforting, a small sense of normalcy. You stripped off your clothes, your hands trembling slightly as you pulled your shorts off.
The sight of the dried blood on your hands and shirt made you want to burst into tears, again.
Stepping into the shower, you let the warm water cascade over you, washing away the grime and blood. The heat soothed your tense muscles, and you stood there for a long time, eyes closed, letting the water work its magic.Â
Slowly, you began to wash yourself, scrubbing away the remnants of your fatherâs presence. The soap smelled of lavender, and somehow you found yourself smiling for a second, realizing this was Rafeâs scent earlier. You washed your hair, the routine bringing you back to the present. As the water rinsed off, clarity slowly returned. You were still scared shitless, but that shower gave you a moment of peace. Stepping out, you wrapped yourself in a fluffy towel and took a deep breath.
Rafe had left a pair of sweatpants, boxers and a t-shirt outside the door, just as he said he would.
You dried off and changed into them, feeling a bit more like yourself. They were a little big, but they were warm and comfortable.
They were Rafeâs.Â
You opened the bathroom door to find him waiting in the hallway. He seemed relieved to see you and you hated yourself for making him worry so bad.
"Feeling better?"Â
"A little," you admitted. "Thank you."
He nodded. "Come on, let's get you to bed."
He led you to what you assumed was a guest room, the bed already made up with fresh sheets.Â
"Sit here," Rafe said, motioning to the edge of the bed. He disappeared for a moment, returning with a first-aid kit. He kneeled in front of you again, this time with a different purpose. "Lemme see your hands."
You hesitated, then slowly extended them. They were scratched and bruised, remnants of how fucked up your father was.
Rafeâs touch was gentle as he cleaned the wounds, using antiseptic wipes to carefully remove the blood that you hadnât been able to get rid of in the shower.Â
âThis might sting a bit,â he murmured, his voice soothing despite the warning.
It made you wince, but you bit your lip, staying silent.
"Iâm sorry," he said, noticing your discomfort.
"âM used to it. Itâs okay,â You nodded, biting your lip as he cleaned the wound.Â
The antiseptic burned, but you focused on Rafeâs face, the way his brow furrowed in concentration, the softness in his eyes as he wrapped your hand with practiced care.Â
âI didnât want to drag you into my mess.â
Rafe paused, his hands stilling for a moment.
âYouâre not a mess.â
Your chuckle was short and stifled, âRight.â
His fingers continued their work, securing the bandage with gentle precision. âI mean it.â
You swallowed hard, the weight of his words pressing against the barrier you'd built around your heart. âWhyâWhy did you pick up the phone?â
âYou know why.â
Rafeâs tone was final, leaving no room for conversation as he finished wrapping your hand and set it gently in your lap.
âThere,â he said, âAll done.â
You sank into the mattress as he pulled the blankets over you.
He was tucking you to bed, soâŠlovely, so not like the Rafe you met years ago. It made your heart hurt. No one had ever cleaned your wounds.Â
âC-Can you stay here?â
Rafe paused, turning from where he was adjusting the pillows, "I donât thinkââ
âPlease.â
Without a word, he slipped off his shoes, climbing into bed beside you. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. The warmth of his body against yours, his steady heartbeat, the scent of lavender and something uniquely Rafeâit all made you feel safer than you had in a long time.
"It's okay. I'm here. You're safe."
You buried your face in his chest, feeling the tears start to flow again, but this time they were tears of release, of letting go. Rafe held you tighter, his hands gently rubbing your back, his touch tender.
He didn't say anything more, just held you. As the minutes passed, your breathing gradually slowed, matching the rhythm of his. The tension in your body began to melt away, your eyes grew heavy.Â
"Thank you," Your voice was muffled against his chest. "For everything."
Rafe pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head.
"Sleep.â
You snuggled closer, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek, finally feeling at home.
You woke up the next morning to an empty bed, the warmth of Rafeâs embrace replaced by the cold reality of the previous nightâs events. The room was dimly lit, the morning sun casting soft rays through the curtains. You sat up, your mind hazy with sleep, and glanced around, your heart sinking as you realized Rafe was nowhere to be seen.
For a moment, you wondered if it had all been a dream, but the dried blood on your clothes, lying by the floor and the faint echo of fear told you otherwise. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself as you swung your legs over the side of the bed.Â
Your father, the struggle, the bloodâRafeâs comforting presence.
You felt an immense amount of guilt as you remembered how you had leaned on him for support after you cut him out of your life.
He was already dealing with so much because of his own father, and now you had burdened him with your problems.
You rose from the bed, the oversized sweatpants and t-shirt Rafe had given you hanging loosely on your frame. You made your way to the door, listening for any sounds that might indicate where he had gone. As you walked down the hallway, you heard a faint voice coming from the kitchen. Your heart skipped a beat as you recognized Rafeâs voice, speaking in low, urgent tones.
You hesitated for a moment, your curiosity getting the better of you. Slowly, you made your way towards the kitchen, the sound of Rafeâs voice growing clearer with each step.
ââŠI donât care what it fucking takes,â Rafe all but spat, his tone filled with determination. âYeah, I know the charges will stick. Just make sure he doesnât get out on bail. I donât want him anywhere near her again.â
He paused, listening intently. You took a step closer, peering around the corner to see him standing by the kitchen counter, his phone pressed to his ear. The intensity in his eyes was unlike anything youâd seen before.
âNo, sheâs fine,â he continued, âBut I want to make sure she stays that way.â
You stopped in your tracks, your breath catching in your throat. Rafe was talking about your father, and the realization hit you in the face.
He was trying to protect you, even now.
âRafeâŠâÂ
Rafe turned around, his eyes widening as he saw you standing there.
âIâll call you later." He quickly ended the call, slipping his phone into his pocket as he approached you, âHey, youâre awake,â he said, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.
âWhat were you doing?â you asked, âWho were you talking to?â
âHmm?â
âRafe,â You warn, too tired to play games, âWho were you talking to?â
He sighed, looking impossibly uncomfortable as you sized him up, âMy lawyer. Getting a restraining order for you.â
The confirmation nearly made your brain split into two.
âWhat?â
Rafe hesitated, knowing he couldn't hide the truth from you. Not that he even tried lately. He ran a hand through his buzzed hair, a gesture you recognized as a sign of his unease.Â
"I'm trying to get a restraining order against your father."
"Why?"
His eyes bore into yours, a silent plea for you to understand, âBecause you need one.â
Rafe was going to bat for you, putting himself in the line of fire to protect you from the man who had haunted your life for so long. Tears welled up in your eyes as the enormity of his actions sank in.
âIâm sorry.â
He ran a hand over his face.
âMaybank, what happened last night⊠itâs not something you should ever have to deal with. I shouldâve been here sooner. I shouldâveâ"
âYou couldnât have known.â
Rafe shook his head, "I should've been here.â
You walked closer, closing the distance between you. "Rafe, you don't owe me anything."
He reached out tentatively, his hand hovering in the air for a moment before he gently cupped your cheek. His touch was familiar, comforting and you leaned into it, closing your eyes briefly.
"I owe you everything," he murmured.Â
You let out a shaky breath, âDonât say that.â
He tilted your face up, forcing you to look into his eyes, his thumb brushing away a stray tear, âYou think Iâd be there if it wasnât for you? Shitâ Pretty, look around. Itâs just me.â
Your heart pounded in your ribcage, the sincerity in his eyes making it hard to breathe.
You had spent so long building walls, convincing yourself that you didnât need anyone, that you could handle everything on your own.
âYouâve been alone?â You all but sob, âYouâve been here all this time? By yourself?â
Rafeâs jaw tightened, âDonât cry. Please donât cry,â His hand on your cheek trembled slightly, the vulnerability in his voice laying his heart bare. âIâm okay, see?â
You reached up, covering his hand with yours, âI was so angry at you.â
âBabyââ
âYou donât understand,â you explained, voice cracking slightly, âI just... I didnât know what to do.â
He drew you closer, his other arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you against him. You melted into him instantly.Â
"I deserved it,â Rafe muttered, his breath warm against your ear.
You shook your head, tears streaming down your cheeks.
"You told me you were getting clean, that you were seeing a psychologist, and I-I wasnât there.â
Rafeâs grip on your hand tightened, his eyes pleading with you to understand. âI was a train wreck, and I hurt you. You needed to protect yourself.â
âBut I shouldâve been there for you,â you insisted, your voice breaking. âYou were trying to get better, and I just... walked away.â
âJesus Christ Maybankâ He tried to laugh, but it sounded more like a groan, âStop the waterfloods, youâre gonna make me cry.â
âShut up,â You let out a genuine laugh, despite the ugly crying, ââM trying to apologizeââ
âYou donât have to, baby,â He cut you off, shaking his head, âNot to me, or anyone else.â
His breath mingled with yours, his presence soothing you in a way you hadnât felt in months.
Your heart pounded in your chest as he closed the distance, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, hesitant kiss. It was as if he was testing the waters, ensuring you were okay with this, and when you didnât pull away, the kiss deepened. His hand moved to the back of your neck, holding you gently but firmly as his lips explored yours.
You felt yourself give in to him, your hands gripping his shirt to make sure it was real.
Youâd dreamed about him for too damn long to understand the difference. The kiss was slow, deliberateâŠloving. Each touch, each movement, was a reassurance, a silent promise that he was here, that he wouldnât let go.Â
As you broke apart, gasping for air, lips swollen and shining, Rafe rested his forehead against yours again, his breathing ragged.
âCanât believe you made me fall in love with a pogue.â
Oh.
You blinked, caught off guard.
âIn love?â
Rafe bit his lower lip, âYeah.â
You could see the anxiety roaring inside him. The way his shoulders seemed to squeeze back in, eyes dropping to your lips.Â
"I never thought I'd fall for a kook," you teased gently, brushing your fingers lightly against his cheek.
âDonât play with me,â He huffed, dropping his head against your shoulder, teeth grazing against your skin, âFucking hell.â
You tilted his chin up gently, meeting his gaze with sincerity, âI mean it, Cameron.â
His eyes examined yours for a long moment as if confirming your words. Then, without a word, he closed the distance between you once more. This time, there was no hesitation, no uncertainty.
His hands roamed over your body, pulling you closer as if he couldnât get enough. The kiss was so different from the one before. You could feel the heat building between you, that undeniable chemistry pulling you together.
His hands slipped under your shirt, his shirt, the touch of his fingertips on your bare skin sending shivers down your spine. Rafeâs lips trailed down your neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin there, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You gasped, tilting your head to give him better access. His hands were everywhere, exploring, caressing, making you dizzy with want.
âI need you,â your voice's breathless, fingers clutching at his shoulders.
He paused, lifting his head to look at you, blue eyes darken with desire.
âYouâre hurt,â he gulped, âLast nightââ
âI donât care,â you replied, shaking your head. âYou fucked me after I got shot.â
"That night was different. We were different."
You nodded, the memory of that night vivid in your mind. The urgency, the desperation, the way you had clung to each other as if you were drowning.
He hesitated for a moment longer, his thumb brushing over the bruise on your cheek. âI donât want to hurt you.â
âYou wonât,â you promised, pulling him back to you. âI trust you.â
That seemed to be all the encouragement he needed. His restrain visibly slipped away as his lips found yours again as he lifted you effortlessly, carrying you upstairs, to bed and then laying you down gently as if you were the most precious thing in the world.
Rafe hovered over you, his eyes never leaving yours as he stripped off his shirt. You reached up, tracing the lines of his muscles, marveling at the way they moved under your touch. He leaned down, capturing your lips in another searing kiss, his hands working on the buttons of your shirt.
The clothes disappeared in a blur, and then it was just the two of you, skin against skin, only underwear. His hands and lips were everywhere.
âYâknow how much I missed you?â
You sighed, a smile playing at your lips as you cupped his face, âTell me.â
Rafeâs breath hitched, his eyes locked onto yours, filled with a mixture of tenderness and desperation.
âEvery damn day. Every fucking minute. Iâd close my eyes and all I could see was you.â
His voice trailed off, but his hands spoke for him, tracing patterns along your sides, sending shivers through you. His touch was reverent as if he was rediscovering you, piece by piece.
You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer, your bodies aligning perfectly.Â
âIâm here now.â
Rafeâs lips curved into a smile against your skin, his hands sliding down to grip your hips, holding you steady. âYou sure youâre okay?âÂ
You nodded, pressing a kiss to his jaw, âMore than okay. I want this. I want you.â
He kissed his way down your neck, his lips leaving a trail of heat as they moved lower.
âI love the way you laugh," he purred against your skin, his lips trailing down your collarbone. "The way your eyes light up when you talk about something you care about. How strong you are, even when you don't realize it."
You shivered at his words, your heart swelling with love for the man holding you so tenderly. "Rafe..."
He kissed your lips softly, silencing you.
"I love the way you look at me," he continued, his hands slipping under your shirt, his shirt, caressing the bare skin beneath. "Like I'm the only person in the world. Like I matter."
You could feel tears welling up in your eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of his words, his touch.
"You do matter," you whispered, your voice breaking. âYou matter to me.â
Rafe's hands moved lower, teasing the waistband of your, his, boxers.
âI love how brave you are," he said, his voice husky, "How you face everything, even when it's terrifying."
He slid them down slowly, his eyes never leaving your face.
"Last night," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "I was terrified. I thought I was gonna lose you.â
You reached for him, your fingers tangling in his grown-out hair, pulling him closer. "I'm here," your lips brushed against his, "I'm right here."
Rafe's hands found your hips, his touch firm and reassuring. "I love you," he said again,  "And I need you to know that. Shit, I need you to feel it."
You nodded, tears streaming down your cheeks. "I do. I feel it."
He kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth with a desperate urgency. He took his time, worshiping you with every touch, every kiss, making sure you knew exactly how much you meant to him.
His lips found your breasts, kissing and teasing, his hands caressing your sides, your hips. You moaned, arching into his touch, your body trembling with need. "Rafe..."
He looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire, a small smile playing at his lips.
"I love the way you say my name. Like it's the only word that matters."
He kissed his way down your stomach, his hands sliding lower, teasing you, driving you wild with anticipation. "I love the way you taste," he breathed, hot against your skin. "The way you feel."
You gasped, your body arching off the bed as his fingers found you, teasing, exploring.Â
"Rafe, please..."
He kissed his way back up your body, his lips finding yours in a searing kiss.
"I've got you. I'm here. Tell me if you want me to stop."
You shook your head, urging him on. "Don't stop.â
He kissed your hip bones, his hands gently spreading your legs wider. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, and the intensity in them made your breath catch. He moved lower, his lips trailing down your inner thigh, his fingers lightly caressing your other leg.
When his mouth finally reached your core, you gasped, your body arching off the bed. His tongue flicked out, teasing you, tasting you.
The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through you. Fuck you missed this.
Rafeâs grip on your thighs tightened, holding you in place as he continued his slow, deliberate assault.
He explored you with his tongue, each movement precise, intentional. He found a rhythm that made your head spin, alternating between gentle flicks and firm strokes. You moaned, your fingers tightening in his short strands, pulling him closer, needing more.
Rafe responded to your silent plea, his tongue delving deeper, his hands gripping your thighs harder. The pressure built, an overwhelming wave of pleasure that threatened to consume you. He groaned against you, the vibration sending you even higher.
"Oh, Rafe," you gasped, your breath coming in short, desperate bursts. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop."
He didn't.
He increased his pace, his tongue moving faster, his hands sliding under your hips, lifting you slightly to give him better access. You could feel the heat pooling in your core, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.
Rafeâs mouth never left you, his tongue driving you to the brink. You cried out his name, your body trembling as you teetered on the edge. He sucked gently, his tongue flicking rapidly, and that was all it took. You shattered, not a wave, but an entire ocean of ecstasy crashing over you, your vision going white as the pleasure consumed you.
He continued his ministrations, guiding you through your orgasm, his tongue and lips never slowing, drawing out every last bit of pleasure.
When you finally came down, your body spent and trembling, Rafe kissed his way back up your body, his hands soothing the aftershocks with gentle caresses.
He hovered over you, his lips capturing yours in a deep, passionate kiss. You could taste yourself on him, the intimacy of it making your heart swell.
"My perfect girl," he growled against your lips.
Your bruised hands roamed over his broad shoulders, feeling the tension in his muscles as he held himself back. He shifted, pressing his hips against yours, letting you feel his arousal. You moaned into his mouth, your hands moving lower, wanting to touch him, to feel him inside you.
Rafeâs breath hitched as your fingers brushed against the waistband of his boxers, teasing him.
âAre you sure about this?â He asked again.Â
He cared so much it nearly sent you into an emotional spiral again.
 âIâve never been more sure.â
That was all he needed.
In one swift motion, he shed his boxers, and you took in the sight of him, hard and ready. He moved over you, positioning himself between your legs, his eyes never leaving yours. He took his time, teasing you with his fingers, making sure you were ready for him.
You gasped, arching your back as he entered you slowly, his movements deliberate, and controlled.
God, you missed feeling every inch of him.Â
He paused, giving you a moment to adjust, his forehead resting against yours. âFuck, I missed this,â he groaned, his voice strained with restraint.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him to move. âDonât hold back,â you almost sobbed, your breath hot against his ear. âI want all of you.â
Rafe needed no further encouragement.
He began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm, each thrust deep and controlled. The pleasure built with every movement, the sensation of him filling you completely driving you wild. Your fingers dug into his back, your nails leaving marks as you clung to him, needing the connection.
He kissed you deeply, his tongue mimicking the movements of his hips, the sensation of his lips on yours amplifying the pleasure. His hands roamed over your body, one sliding under your back to pull you closer, the other tangling in your hair, holding you in place as he devoured you. You matched his rhythm, you bodies moving together in perfect harmony. Rafeâs pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his control slipping.
His words, the sound of his voice, sent shivers down your spine.
âDon't stop, baby- Oh, fuckkk. Please, d-don't stop."
"I won't," he promised, his voice a low growl. âNever stopping."
With those words, he lost the last of his restraint, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, driving you both toward the edge. The room filled with the sounds of your passion, the slap of skin against skin that made you absolute feral for him, the desperate moans and gasps of pleasure.
You didnât understand the sudden urge, but before you could think about it, you were pushing against Rafeâs chest.
âYour turn,â you murmured, flipping him onto his back with ease and straddling him.Â
He looked up at you slightly startled, hands resting on your plush hips as you settled over him and you swore he never looked prettier.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he breathed, his hands sliding up your sides, over your tits, cupping them gently. âEvery part of you.â
You leaned down, his stubble grazing your skin, burning you most deliciously. You feel him rubbing against you, his tip touching your clit just right and you couldnât help the satisfied moan that escaped your lips. You broke the kiss, sitting up and grinding your hips against his, feeling the heat building between you again.
âYou like that?â you teased, your voice low and sultry, your fingers trailing down his chest.
âFuck, yes,â he whimpered, his grip on your hips tightening. âYou feel amazing.â
You reached between you, guiding him to your entrance. The sensation of him sliding back inside you was electric, drawing a gasp from both of you. You started to move, slow at first, savoring the feeling of him filling you completely.
Rafeâs hands roamed over your body, caressing, teasing, driving you wild. âGod, youâre perfect,â he murmured, his eyes locked onto yours. âRide me, baby. I want to see you come again.â
His words sent a shiver down your spine, spurring you on. You increased your pace, rolling your hips, finding the angle that drove you both to the edge. Your hands braced against his chest, your nails digging into his skin as you rode him harder, faster.
âFuck, Rafe,â you gasped, your breath coming in short, desperate bursts. âYou feel so good inside me.â
He groaned, âYou canât be real,â his hands guided your hips, urging you to move faster. âThis canât be realâShit, keep doing that.â
The pleasure built with every movement, your bodies moving together like they never parted.
You could feel the heat pooling in your core, the tension building, ready to snap. Rafeâs hands slid up to your breasts, teasing your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through you.
âCome for me, baby,â Rafe urged, his voice rough with desire. âI want to feel you come around me.â
His words pushed you over the edge. You cried out, your body arching, your vision going white as the orgasm crashed over you. Rafe groaned, his hips thrusting up to meet yours as he followed you into ecstasy, his release filling you, pretty hisses and groans filling your ears.
You collapsed against him, both of you breathless, spent, and completely satisfied. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, his lips brushing against your ear.
You buried your face in his neck, overwhelmed by how loved you felt. Youâd never felt anything like this before. His heartbeat echoed against your chest.
As you started to shift to look at him, you noticed he was staring at you with an expression that caught you off guard. His eyes were wide, intense and unwavering, almost as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"What?" you asked softly, a smile tugging at your lips despite the slight confusion.
Rafe blinked, as if snapping out of a trance. His hand reached up to gently trace your cheekbone.
"I can't believe you're real."
"Rafe..."Â
He silenced you with a gentle kiss, his lips brushing against yours in a tender caress. "I love you, Pretty Maybank."
"I love you too.â
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the og bloodline  / bloodline property (part one)
jey uso / jimmy uso / roman reigns / solo sikoa x fem!reader word count â 4k summary â you belong to the bloodline, in every sense of the word. and your job is to serve. tags â multiple partners, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, hair-pulling, praise kink, daddy kink, possessive behavior, hickies, dom/sub dynamics, vaginal sex, creampie, begging, light choking, crying, overstimulation
âFuck, you feel perfect,â Jey groaned in your ear, his hands braced on either side of your head as he continued to thrust into you. You opened your legs wider to provide more access, allowing him to grind deeper, the tip of his cock now kissing your cervix.Â
Jey always started with you first. He was so good at getting you open and relaxed, so much sweeter in comparison to his brothers. He was always gentle, pressing chaste kissing against your cheek as he made sure you felt good. With Jey, it wasnât just sex. He wanted to make you happy. Wanted you to enjoy it.Â
âYou gonâ hurry the fuck up or what?â You heard Jimmy snap, always impatient.Â
Jey threw an annoyed glance over his shoulder. âChill out, uce. We ainât in a rush.â
Jimmy let out a huff, pacing the length of the room in frustration. âYou takinâ too fuckinâ long. She needs a real man to show her whatâs up.â
Jey curled his lip, a scathing remark on his tongue, before Romanâs booming voice interrupted them. âYou'll get your turn soon enough.â
You couldnât see him, not as Jey kept you caged between his arms, impaled on his cock, but Roman's next words left no room for argument. âEnough with the bickering."Â
The twins obeyed, though you could still see the annoyance on Jeyâs face as he looked back down at you.Â
âJust ignore him, babygirl,â he whispered, peppering your neck with soft kisses. âYou know I ainât gonâ leave you hanginâ. You know I always give you whatchu want.â
He always did.Â
You felt his hand reach down between the two of you, his long fingers finding that small, sensitive bud with ease. You felt sparks shoot down your spine at his touch, your legs falling open further just so you could feel more.Â
He chuckled against your skin, picking up the pace of both his hips and his fingers, pushing you closer and closer to your release.Â
He leaned up and brushed his lips against yours. They were soft, his kiss gentle as he continued to fuck into you, his fingers playing so perfectly with your clit that you found yourself writhing against him.Â
You threw your head back and searched for Roman, your mouth open as soft moans fell from your lips.Â
âPlease, Daddy,â you begged, your thighs beginning to shake. âPlease, can I come?âÂ
The Tribal Chief was the only one who could grant you permission and you were pleased when you heard him off to the side, out of your line of vision, say, âYou can come, pretty girl.â
The orgasm was perfect. It always was with Jey. Pleasure unfurled from your core as you sank deeper into the mattress, your muscles relaxing as the tension released. Jey wasnât far behind, his hips stuttering against yours.Â
âGonna fill you up, babygirl,â he gasped in your ear and that was the only warning you got before you felt him paint your walls white, warmth spreading inside of you at the feeling. He let out a contented sigh, continuing to press sweet kisses into your skin.Â
âYou did so good, sweetheart,â he murmured, placing another kiss against your lips. You offered him a lazy smile, your eyes still glazed over from the pleasure heâd given you.Â
âAlright, alright, come on, uce. Move it.â Jimmy was already at your side, shoving at Jey in an effort to get him off of you.Â
Jey scowled, but he slowly pulled out of you, your body shivering from the feeling of emptiness.Â
âWill you chill out for two fucking seconds? Jesus, you act like you ainât ever gonâ get a turn.âÂ
âI been waitinâ all day. And I ainât got time to sit here while you doinââŠwhatever that was.â
âMan, if you donât-â
âEnough.â Romanâs voice quickly shut them up. He was used to this. The twins almost always bickered when they fucked you together. It was just their way. They were too competitive. And a little too possessive for someone they were meant to share.Â
Jey threw you a cheeky wink before finally climbing off of you, Jimmy already tangling his fingers into your hair and pulling you up to meet him.Â
âBeen waitinâ to fuck this pretty pussy all day, little girl,â he growled, quickly hauling you to your feet. Jey preferred to fuck you in missionary, his face close to yours so he could kiss you and watch your eyes cross in pleasure. Jimmy, on the other hand, almost always fucked you from behind, holding you out on display for the entire world to see. He enjoyed grabbing you by the hair, your tits bouncing as he pounded into you from the back.Â
As he manhandled you into position, you met Romanâs gaze. He was sitting in the chair near the door, watching you with hooded eyes as Jimmy shoved you forward onto the bed, his hands gripping your hips brutally as he lined up behind you.Â
The Tribal Chief was generous and usually let his cousins go first on nights like this. He wasnât hurried, knowing that youâd be begging for his cock by the end of it anyways. You may be Bloodline property, but Roman was the chief. You belonged to him.Â
Jimmy pushed into you, his cock thicker than Jeyâs, causing your back to arch at the feeling. He let out a chuckle, grabbing a fistful of your hair. âSo fucking tight,â he hissed, beginning to pump in and out of you. âYou sure you fucked her, Jey?âÂ
âFuck off, man.âÂ
You glanced over and saw that Jey was standing near Solo, both of them watching as Jimmy pounded into you from behind. Solo was always difficult to read, his eyes dark as he stared at you. Had it been a few months ago, you wouldnât have known what he was thinking. Now you knew that the distinctive twinkle in his eye was lust, the barest, imperceptible tick of a jaw the only sign of his impatience.Â
Heâd have a turn after Jimmy. That was how things usually went. If the Bloodline was anything, it was traditional. All four men were creatures of habit, which is perhaps why it hadnât taken long for you to learn their routine, easily falling into their lifestyle. It had been difficult at first, managing all of their varying personalities, their different schedules, but you had learned.Â
Now as Jimmy continued to drill into you from the back, the tug on your hair bordering on painful, you were reminded of the very first lesson you had learned with them: you belonged to the Bloodline, in every sense of the word. They had claimed you. Owned you. Body and soul.Â
Jimmy shifted the angle of his hips, and you felt stars explode across your vision as he hit your g-spot with devastating accuracy, your knees almost buckling from how good it felt.
Jimmy pulled tighter on your hair and your mouth fell open, soft moans spilling from your parted lips. You heard Jimmy chuckle, his other hand gripping your hip so hard you knew it would bruise.Â
âWhat a good slut,â he snarled, his pace relentless as he bullied you towards your next orgasm. âYou gonna come on this dick?âÂ
You tried to nod but his grip on your hair made it impossible. Jimmy growled, smacking your ass for good measure as he kept up the brutal pace. The roughness of his thrusts combined with his incessant abuse against your g-spot had you spiraling towards orgasm. Again.Â
âPlease, Daddy,â you begged, meeting the Tribal Chiefâs gaze as Jimmy pulled on your hair so hard again tears sprung into your eyes. âPlease, can I come?â
Romanâs eyes were dark, his face unreadable as he replied. âCome again, sweetheart.âÂ
You felt the tension inside you snap, Jimmy wringing the orgasm from your body with each sharp thrust of his hips. Your walls contracted around him, causing him to groan.Â
âThatâs right, little girl. Imma finish right here inside you. Right where I belong. Fuck!âÂ
Jimmy yanked at your hair so hard that you were forced to stand, his hands now wrapping around your neck as he pulled you back against his chest. His grip tightened and you felt him release inside you, a new warmth spreading between your legs as he finished.Â
The world was still for a moment, your ears ringing like a jet had just flown by, until Jimmy finally relaxed, slowly loosening his fingers from the tight grip heâd kept on your neck.Â
âGood girl,â he praised, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. He slowly pulled out of you, and you whimpered, feeling some of his come leak out and trickle down your leg. Jimmy chuckled, pressing another kiss into your hair. This was the only time he was sweet like his twin, the post-orgasmic bliss making him tender and soft. You melted in his arms, allowing him to lay you softly back on the bed. He gently pushed you back against a pillow, his hands warm against your heated skin. âYou always so good for me, pretty girl.âÂ
You leaned into his touch and Jimmy smiled, brushing a few stray hairs from your face. He soon moved away, another hand now on your face, this one much bigger.Â
âYou feeling good, sweetheart?â The Tribal Chiefâs voice was low in your ear, sending shivers down your spine as his breath fanned across your neck. âNeed your Daddy to take care of you?âÂ
You let out a low whine, already reaching out for him, despite the gooey feeling in your arms. You heard Roman let out a low chuckle, sitting up against the headboard and pulling you into his lap. You went easily, allowing his strong arms to wrap around you and bring you closer, your legs falling on either side of his hips to straddle him.Â
You realized now that things were not following their usual order. Usually, it was Solo who went next, leaving hickies and marks across your neck and chest as he fucked into you. You turned around instinctively to look for him, your brow furrowed in worry.Â
âAw, you worried about Solo, babygirl?â Romanâs tone was patronizing, roughly grabbing your chin to look back at him. âDonât want him to feel left out?âÂ
You whimpered as he kept a tight grip on your chin, his eyes blazing with intensity as he looked up at you. âItâs alright, sweetheart,â he murmured, releasing your chin to cup your cheek. âSolo will get his turn. I just couldnât wait any longer. You looked too perfect tonight. I just couldnât help myselfâŠâÂ
He ran his hands across your body, admiring the way you reacted to his touch, your hips already rolling forward to meet the erection that was nudging against your inner thigh. He allowed you to take what you wanted, sinking onto his cock with ease, your toes curling at the full feeling inside of you.Â
âGood girl,â he praised, running his hands along your sides, his face now close to yours as he pressed sweet kisses against your jaw. âYou like sitting in Daddyâs lap?âÂ
You nodded, reaching out to touch the beautifully sculpted muscles of his chest as you began to move your hips, never taking your eyes off his.Â
The Tribal Chief was smirking at you, his large hands encircling your torso. âSuch an eager slut, arenât you, sweetheart? Already been fucked twice and you still want more?âÂ
You rolled your hips again in answer to his question, the feeling of him inside you erasing all thoughts from your brain, bliss overtaking your body. He always made you feel like this, his cock so thick and long that it completely filled you up, hitting that perfect spot inside of you with every thrust, no matter the angle. You could have sworn your insides had morphed to fit him perfectly and he seemed to agree.Â
âLike you were made for me, baby. Such a good girl for your Tribal Chief.âÂ
Your eyes fluttered at his praise, rolling your head back as he pressed wet kisses to your exposed neck, teeth nipping at the pulse point beneath your jaw. You felt yourself clench around him and he laughed, reaching around to grab a handful of your ass as you began to grind on top of him.Â
âYou gonna ride me, pretty girl?â Romanâs voice was a low growl, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips. âGonna take what you want from me?âÂ
âYes, please,â you moaned, grinding further down so your clit could make contact with his skin. âPlease, Daddy. I want you so bad.âÂ
He laughed, the sound rumbling through the large expanse of his chest. ââAtta girl,â he praised, allowing you to control the pace. âTake what you want. Iâm all yours, sweetheart.âÂ
Yours. Yours. Yours.Â
You lifted your hips and sank down again, gratified to hear the Tribal Chief make a pleased sound beneath you. You donât often get him to ride him like this. Heâs normally grabbing you and taking what he wants, almost always manhandling you to show off his incredible strength. Seeing him laid beneath you, his arm slung lazily behind his head as he watched you bounce up and down was rare. And you wanted to enjoy it.Â
You planted your hands against his tattooed chest, attempting to gain more leverage to lift yourself higher, moaning at the feeling of his dick splitting you open as you straddled him. You picked up the pace, the feeling of him inside you sending tendrils of pleasure shooting across your body.Â
âThatâs it,â Roman encouraged, using his free hand to keep you steady above him, his touch keeping you grounded. âDonât hurt yourself now. Iâm not going anywhere, pretty girl.âÂ
You obeyed, slowing your movements, but only a little. You rocked up and down, throwing your head back in pleasure. He made you feel so good. You werenât sure how it was possible to feel this good, your skin tingling all over, soft pants falling from your open mouth as you rode him.Â
âGreedy thing, ainât she, uce?â You heard Jimmyâs voice somewhere behind you, but you could hardly focus on it, tension beginning to coil inside you for a third time as you took what the Tribal Chief offered you.Â
Roman chuckled at his words, watching you with amusement as you bounced on his dick in desperation, chasing your own pleasure.Â
âSo greedy she needs four men to take care of her, isnât that right, sweetheart?âÂ
You nodded at his words though you were having difficulty hearing him, your own heartbeat in your ears.Â
Roman growled and pulled you closer, no longer lounging against the headboard as he wrapped his arms around you. This angle pushed him deeper inside and you gasped, stars exploding across your vision.Â
He began moving his own hips, thrusting up into you with easy strength, one of his hands tangling in your hair. He was impossibly deep now, and you felt your pussy spasm at the feeling.Â
âI know I let you fuck my cousins,â he growled in your ear, your pussy clamping down on him as he thrust into you harder. âBut who do you really belong to? Who owns you, pretty girl?âÂ
You were barely moving on your own now, Roman now fully taking control and shoving his cock deeper and deeper into you until you felt like you might pass out. Still, you somehow found the words he wanted to hear. âYou, Daddy. I belong to you.âÂ
The grip on your hair tightened and you felt his cock twitch inside of you. He was close. And so were you.Â
âPlease,â you pleaded, your voice barely a whisper. âPlease, can I come, Daddy? Please?âÂ
âCome, pretty girl. Come on your Daddyâs dick.âÂ
This orgasm was brutal, your thighs shaking in pleasure beneath Romanâs large hands. You felt yourself gush around his massive length, triggering his own finish. You heard him let out a groan, his grip on you tightening as he came.Â
He pumped a few more times into you, just to ensure that you took every last drop of his seed, before finally holding you still, his breath warm against your neck.Â
âGood girl,â he praised, releasing the grip on your hair and allowing your head to fall against his shoulder. âSuch a good slut. You did so well.âÂ
Your limbs felt heavy, your body now sensitive after three orgasms so close together. You shivered as Roman pulled out of you, more come dribbling out of your leaking cunt onto the bed below. Your breath was shaky, your muscles trembling from exertion.Â
âCome get her, Solo. Sheâs ready for you.âÂ
You could barely register the Tribal Chiefâs words, suddenly feeling your body being lifted off of him and into someone elseâs arms. Soloâs arms. You immediately relaxed, nuzzling against his neck, body limp as he carried you.Â
He set you down gently against the mattress, propping you up against a pillow before climbing on top of you without much preamble. You opened your eyes to look up at him, feeling butterflies in your stomach as you met his intense gaze. His dark eyes were fiery, his jaw clenched as he looked down at you. His gold chain dangled in front you, glinting in the bedroom light.
âSolo,â you breathed, his name easy on your lips. He hardly ever spoke to you, but you had learned that he appreciated it when you spoke to him, even if he didnât always show it. You reached up and placed a hand against his cheek, offering him a smile.Â
âShe looks so fucked out, uce,â you heard one of the twins say. âThink you can get her to come again? She might be done.âÂ
Soloâs eyes narrowed, the only sign that he was annoyed at his brotherâs words. You knew that he didnât mind fucking you like this, your body soft and pliable beneath his large hands, so easy for him to manhandle into any position he wants.
When he pressed his thick cock into you, you felt your eyes roll back into your head, the feeling bordering the fine line between pain and pleasure.Â
He was thicker than all of them and you usually had to take at least one of his brothers first just to prepare yourself. Even now youâd taken three dicks, and you still werenât prepared for the burn as he stretched you out, small puffs of air escaping from your parted lips.Â
Solo let out a low groan as he gave you another inch, his mouth already latching onto your neck as he suckled a bruise against your skin. He loved marking you up, more possessive than either of his brothers. He wanted the whole world to know that you were his, more than happy to mottle your neck and chest with bruises. He finally bottomed out and you let out a whimper at the feeling, the burn at being stretched by his massive girth positively delicious. But he didnât move. You met his gaze and saw that he was looking at you, almost expectantly. He wanted to hear it. Wanted to know that you needed him.Â
âPlease, Solo,â you begged, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. âI need it. I need you. Please.âÂ
His eyes darkened and before you fully realized it, he was pulling out and ramming back in, the thrust sending tendrils of pleasure up your spine as his thick cock massaged your walls. You couldnât help the embarrassing whine that escaped your throat, overstimulation prickling at your exhausted muscles.Â
Solo continued to grind into you, his lips attaching themselves to your neck again, another bruise blossoming beneath his mouth. Solo had always been good at keeping you right on the edge between pain and pleasure, whether it was his massive cock splitting you open or his lips suckling a bruise beneath your jaw. It always left you head spinning, the feeling so euphoric that you almost feel like youâre floating.Â
His teeth grazed the delicate skin against your windpipe, and you moaned again, wrapping your legs around his waist just to pull him closer to you.Â
âNeed you so bad, Solo,â you pleaded, looking back up at him in desperation. âPlease, I canâtâŠI canât-â
Another one of his thrusts had you whining, pleasure licking across your tired limbs like wildfire. Your nails dug into his shoulder as you pulled him close, the sound of his name leaving your lips spurring him on as he continued to drill into you.
Solo leaned down and you felt his lips ghost across the shell of your ear. âYou want me, pretty girl?â he asked, his voice so low that only you could hear. You let out a gasp as he dragged across your g-spot, his thrusts sending you closer and closer to the edge.Â
âI want you so bad,â you whimpered, pressing small kisses against his neck. âPlease, I need you. Give it to me, please. PleaseâŠâ
You couldnât speak anymore. Not as his hips snapped against yours, tension growing in your abdomen at the feel of him inside you. He reached around and grabbed one of your thighs, pushing it forward to allow better access to your puffy cunt. A strangled moan escaped your lips, and you felt like he was splitting you in half, your g-spot so abused by now that you werenât sure you could take it anymore.Â
You opened your mouth, trying to form the words on your lips, but you couldnât. Your head felt empty, Soloâs cock pistoning in and out of you with such force that you knew you wouldnât be able to walk again for days.Â
âDaddy,â you managed to whisper, your eyes glazing over as Solo grunted, raising up your other leg to push you into a full mating press. A strangled scream ripped from your throat and tears sprung into your eyes. You were completely helpless beneath him now, pinned to the bed beneath his massive weight, his cock feeling like it was sawing you in half.Â
The tension inside you was coiling again, but you still couldnât find the words to ask for permission, your head feeling as though it were stuffed with cotton. There was only one word you could think of.Â
âDaddy.âÂ
You repeated his name like a mantra, your body no longer your own as Solo drilled into you, your legs next to your ears.Â
âWhat is it, sweetheart?âÂ
You heard the Tribal Chiefâs voice and almost wept at the sound.Â
âDaddy, please.â You still couldnât find the words, your eyes unable to focus on anything except Soloâs dark eyes, dangerously close to the edge of your fourth orgasm.Â
âUse your words, princess. What do you need?â The Tribal Chiefâs voice was soft, and you felt your entire body tense.Â
âI canâtâŠâ You gasped, Soloâs face blurring as tears began to fall. âPleaseâŠI canâtâŠâÂ
âYes, you can.â Romanâs voice was firmer now, and you knew it would displease him if you came without permission. âTell me what you need, and Iâll give it to you.âÂ
Soloâs hand found your clit and you screamed again, though this time you used your words. âPlease, can I come? Please, please, please.âÂ
âCome, slut.âÂ
Your vision went white. The pleasure was so intense that your entire body shook, walls spasming helplessly around Soloâs massive cock. You wanted to move, but you were still pinned to the bed, your feet still by your ears as Solo held you down. You were vaguely aware of the sounds you were making, alternating between high-pitched whines and fucked-out whimpers. You might have been embarrassed if it didnât feel so fucking good.Â
âSo fuckinâ pretty when you come,â Solo grunted in your ear, finally spilling into you as he chased his own pleasure, coating your insides with his seed.Â
You werenât sure what happened after that. Your vision was blurry with tears, your throat hoarse from your screams. You felt Solo finally release you, leaning up and allowing your legs to fall back onto the bed. You felt his come trickle from your abused hole, all mixed together from the multiple loads youâd taken from his brothers and cousin.Â
You felt someoneâs lip on your forehead, pressing a tender kiss to your fevered brow. âSuch a good girl.â he murmured, his tone soft. âYou serve my bloodline so well.âÂ
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ass like that - l.n đ
Warnings: Innuendos, drunk!lando
Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader
A/N - idk why I thought of this đ
A/N - I wanted an excuse to bring up Eminem.
Bringing Lando to a club on his birthday, and letting him loose with all the drinks was probably not an idea. But it was Maxâs fault anyways. âWell hello,â a voice made you look up, seeing a very clearly drunk boy with brunette hair, bright green eyes, and a smug, lopsided smirk.Â
âHi,â you said, as the boy wrapped his hands round your wrist to steady himself. He wasnât like the usual guys who bother you - touching you or making weird comments, this guy was drunk and, he was kinda cute, actually. âYouâre so cool,â he said, voice slurring.Â
âOh, uh- thank you,â you smiled, the boy giggling to you. âMy n-nameâs Lando,â Lando snickered, like he was laughing at his own name, âwhatâs y-yours?â. You had no clue why hr thought his own name was hilarious, but youâd go with it. âY/N,â you smiled as he leaned forwards.Â
âThatâs p-pretty hot,â he said again, his head resting on your forearm as he looked up at you. âThanks,â you said, the weight of his head on your wrist making your arm shake slightly, âwhyâd you come to me, then?â. He hummed, almost like he was trying to remember, squinting his eyes.Â
âOh yeah, I like your ass,â he snickered, shaking his curls as you blushed. âThank you,â you said again as he straightened, wiggling his eyebrows. âY-You know itâs my birthday,â he said. âNo, no I didnât know that,â you laughed as he hummed, staring at you again.Â
âD-Do you wanna be my p-present?â he said, attempting to reach his arm over and around your shoulders, missing entirely and nearly taking your eye out. âA cup of water would be a good present for you,â you said, rubbing your eyes as he huffed. âU-Um, no! I have that everyday,â he said.Â
For a drunk person, he had a lot of sass.Â
âIf you have a cup of water, Iâll give you my number as your present, how does that sound?â you asked, smiling as his eyes immediately lit up. âYeah, sounds, like. Alright. I guess,â Lando said, clearly trying to play it cool. And you wanted as half the water tumbled down his chest in his hurry to drink the water as you typed your number into his phone.Â
Interesting present.Â
#lando norris#lando norris x reader#lando norris imagine#lando x reader#f1#lando norris x you#lando norris smut
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funny seeing you here | Drew Starkey x black!fem reader
summary: after seven months of not seeing his face, you find yourself at the same party heâs at. And he clearly made it his mission to be noticed by you. So what are you gonna do now?
warnings: alcohol consumption, suggestive smut
a/n: Here's part 3 of nothing to say when heaven falls. As the title called it, it was 100% inspired by âfunny seeing you hereâ by Jack Harlow which I recommend listening to during the reading. Comments and reblogs are never required but always very much appreciated đ«¶đ»
dividers by: @/saradika-graphics
"Hey," he said and you could barely hear the smile on his voice. "I didn't expect to see you here tonight."
No escape.
"Hi," you replied with a low voice, unsure if he had heard it over the loud music. "Yeah, I'm with Frankie."
"Uh, yeah, I saw her," he voices as he scoots slightly closer to you. "This does look more like her scene."
At that, you nod and mentally curse the fifth generation of this damned bartender who has yet to finish your drinks.
Everything around you is spiraling at this point. You were not ready for this, especially with how casual he's being about everything. It was not in your plans to run into him tonight and all you wanted was to get as far away from him as you could.
Your salvation comes in the shape of your friend, who you can see right past her excitement about how much she just wanted to take you out of that situation. She held your arm lightly and, it was as if you weren't waiting for almost ten minutes the bartender returned with both your drinks.
"Hey, uhm, what's taking so long?" Frankie says and pretends to be shocked when she looks up at Drew. "Oh hey! Long time, no see." As the words leave her mouth you notice how the stiff smile on her face shows her displeasure at his presence.
"Hi Frankie," he says a little taken back by her and you notice how he starts tapping his fingers against the glass the same way you were doing moments ago. A shared habit that the both of you didn't get to brush off of one another it seems.
"Let's go, babes! I still have so much to tell you."
With your drinks at hand, you followed her and immediately felt a weight fall off of your shoulders. Still, you weren't able to hold back and you looked over your shoulder just to see him checking you out.
Your face was burning after that and you just prayed to whatever God that Frankie was able to distract you enough to make you not act on the alcohol in your veins.
It wasn't a secret to anyone the effect that he had on you. I mean you were together for years and about to get married - obviously, you had to be attracted to him. And he just had this thing about him that made it very hard for you to ignore.
He looked handsome, but that was no surprise. He always looked so fine, except this time it seemed like he had filled out more. The black shirt he was wearing fitted him perfectly, the sleeves stretched around his biceps, and even from a glimpse you were able to notice how much bigger they were since you last saw him. His outgrown hair now looked more like a growing mullet and, god, that did work with him. At this point, you werenât sure if it was the alcohol or your brain talking about how insanely good he looked.
âY/N, honey, you good?â She asked once the both of you got back to your spot.
âYeah, yeah. Sure, why wouldnât I be?â You retorted to which she just stared at you with uncertainty.
âI donât- I donât know, you just looked like you were about to vanish in thin air back there,â she voices smoothly still looking at you.
âYeah, I uh, I guess I just wasnât expecting that to happen,â you confess.
She nods and sips on her drink, her own eyes scanning the room this time, and once she looks up at you once more you see a glimpse of regret there.
âI didnât know. Had I known I wouldnât have brought you here,â She declares with sorrow and you shake your head quickly.
âHey, I know that! Donât worry, Iâll be fine.â
At that, neither of you is sure enough.
You could feel that it was way past one in the morning, the air just felt different. The party was less crowded but the music was still blaring through the speakers. Frankie was entertained in a talk with a tall dark-skinned man who was whispering in her ear every now and then earning giggles from the brunette.
You had been nursing the drink in your hand for a while now, the condensation around the glass caused your fingertips to be wet. You were much more drunk than youâd normally get, but for once in a long time it felt good to let yourself go.
Still the numbness the alcohol brought, did not evade the feeling of what happened earlier. It had been so long since the last time and you were not expecting to see him like that. What wouldâve happened if Frankie had not interrupted him? What would you have done?
âHey,â You heard Frankieâs voice closer to your ear this time, âWould you mind if I left for a while? I promise Iâll be back and you wonât even notice.â
It amazed you that even with the amount of drinks she had, her pleading eyes didnât fail to convince you. And honestly, she needed to have fun with the hot guy as well. So with a nod you sent her off watching her excitement as she followed him.
At least you were alone with your thoughts and could think and rethink everything, from your coffee orders to your love life as you downed the last of your blue coloured drink. But as if they were trying to prove a point, the spot next to you did not remain empty for long.
The same cologne that woke forbidden memories hours ago was flooding your space once again but this time it was subtle. Almost as if it was fading and taking with it your sanity.
âI thought weâd never get the chance to talk again,â was what he said and it didnât take you long to notice that he too was a few drinks in.
Guess this isnât a sober conversation, huh.
âIâd rather if it stays like that,â you mumbled as you watched him push a bottle of cold water towards you.
âCome on, this is a quieter spot. Iâve been wanting to talk to you for a while now,â He leans in, just like Trent did with Frankie.
It felt so weird being close to him like this after so long. It felt like getting something youâve wanted for so long but you were scared that you got the wrong thing. Does that even make sense?
âHow's your sister and your niece?â You asked since there was no escape.
âTheyâre fine. Both of them, Lily still cries a lot but theyâre good,â he voices as he sips from his own drink.
You unscrew the water bottle and take a big gulp out of it. Why were your hands so sweaty now? You didnât have an answer to that so you just nodded and looked around the room as less and less people filled the dance floor and the bar.
âYou look beautiful,â his compliment breaks the silence and goes straight to those confusing thoughts you were having. You have to control yourself. âI thought a lot before talking to you earlier, but I just couldnât help myself when you looked like this. So prettyâ
Even with his sweet words you couldnât forget who he was and the history between the two of you. It was hard because even if you denied it a part of you still missed him so much. I mean, you shared years of your life with him so it isnât that easy to ignore how much his absence affects you sometimes.
âWhat are you doing here, Drew?â The words leave your mouth before you could even process the thought.
He doesnât say anything for a while and you finally look at him. His hair was slightly darker than it was months ago, the low cut shirt he is wearing gives you a peak of his chest hair and some freckles he has there. Looking into his eyes made your blood freeze for a second, it was like you were drowning in the bluest sea.
He scratched his overgrown beard while he looked down at the cup he was drinking from.
âI miss you,â He confesses with a sigh.
You shake your head as you set the water bottle back on the table.
âNo, you canât do this now,â You say and pray that he can hear you over the music. âNot after everything.â
âI-I fucked up and I know that,â he admits and that makes you feel dizzy. âI want to make things right between us.â
âOh, now? You donât even know if I have someone,â you scoff. âHowâs Odessa by the way?â
âI wouldnât know. Itâs been a while since I last talked to her,â he says.
âWell so itâs best if I look over your shoulder since she might pop up from thin air,â your snide remark doesnât go unnoticed by him but he doesnât say anything.
âIâm not here to talk about anyone else but us. So can we please do that? Letâs find somewhere where we can actually talk because you just left and I know that what I did was the radon to that, but still.â
Your eyes met his for the second time that night and without much thought you found yourself nodding. You texted Frankie letting her know that youâd be getting an Uber home so she didnât have to worry about you and in the next second you were following your ex out of the club.
It didnât shock you that he was still living in the apartment you used to share. It looked almost the same just a few new pieces of furniture decorating the space and you couldnât help but ask yourself if she had helped him to pick them out.
âDo you, uhm, wanna drink something?â He asked after he locked the door behind you.
âYeah, I could use a glass of water.â
âOkay, lemme get that for you,â he says and walks to the kitchen.
You stay in the living room and take it all in. Why does his house feel this warm? Why did you feel comfortable in a place you chose to leave? Why wasnât this freaking you out anymore? Before you could begin to dwell in any of those questions, his footsteps against the wooden floor pulled you from your thoughts.
âHere,â he hands you the filled glass.
âThanks,â you say before taking a small sip from it.
âSo, how have you been?â He asks and you can see that he immediately regrets it, âFuck thatâs a stupid question.â
You canât help but chuckle at that and he quickly follows suit.
âI am okay. Iâve been worse, Iâve been betterâ you admit to which he only nods.
âI felt like shit, you know? I knew I was fucking up but I was so entranced by everything that was happening that I didnât realize how much it was affecting you,â he says as he leans against the wall.
âIt wasnât easy for me to come up to you and say those things but I was so fed up that I didnât know what to do anymore,â you admit as you take a step closer to him without even realising.
âIâm sorry. I never wanted you to feel like I didnât care about you or your feelings.â
âI guess I just didnât want to be an intruder in our own relationship. There was a point where I felt like I needed to talk to her to get to you. And I know there is history between you two, I just didnât want to doubt that there was still something going on.â
You sigh as one of your fingers traced the rim of the glass.
âI mean, there were a few times that I called your phone and she was the one picking it up. That made me feel so insecure and so scared that I was being lied to.â
âI-what? I didnât know that.â He truly seemed surprised by your words.
âWell,â you scoff as you shake your head, âI guess she never told you that I called you then.â
You turn around and put the glass on the centre table. He simply watched you and even if he might not admit it yet seeing you in his house again made something in chest warm. Something in him just told him that you belonged there.
âYou see, this is what I am talking about.â You add without turning to look at him. âThis shouldnât be normal.â
âI really didnât know and when I looked at my calls registry your name wasnât there so I assumed she was telling the truth.â
He did feel guilty about that, but he wasnât lying. He truly didnât know of that happenstance.
You sigh and you look back at him, your eyes burning as you feel a deep sense of deja vu.
âI really thought you were it for me, you know?â You confess and a tear streams down your face.
As if it was a reflex thing, he immediately reaches for you and wipes the tear off your face.
âI am so sorry. You didnât deserve any of that,â he says looking into your eyes.
You didnât know if it was the alcohol or the vulnerability that enveloped the both of you, but you couldnât help more tears from following that first one. It felt so calming to be talking about this with him after so long, like a ton was being taken out of your chest. Obviously you had people to talk to but it wasnât the same.
You rested your head on his shoulder as his hands were on the back of your neck. He went in for the first touch, his lips kissed the top of your head. That made you tense up for a second and as you looked up your gaze was immediately captured by his.
His nose touched yours first and as he leaned in for your lips, you couldnât help but pull back. That happened twice more and you knew that he was frustrated but you were just so scared of opening up to him again.
âPlease,â he begs with a breathy voice and as you look into his eyes you are able to see the same man you fell in love with years ago.
After that you didnât resist anymore and his lips quickly found yours.
Oh.
One of his hands cradled your face as he deepened the kiss and the other was occupied squeezing the softness of your hips. Now, you couldâve lied to yourself about many things, but this was never one of them. He knew exactly where to touch you and how to do it.
You pressed your body against his and the sigh that left your lips when you felt his bulge pressed on your stomach. He moaned on your lips at the pressure and in a blink of an eye you had your legs wrapped around him.
He now held you with one of his arms as he guided the both of you towards the bedroom. His lips didnât leave yours, the only time he broke the kiss was when he pulled your lower lip between his teeth, but in the next second he was devouring them again.
When he reached the bedroom he didnât bother to close the door. He laid you on the bed and you breathlessly watched him pull his shirt off with one hand before he knelt between your legs.
Please God, donât make me regret this.
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