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calypso-rt · 4 months ago

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HONEYMOON

with Rafe Cameron

-> Rafe x F!Reader

📍 Amalfi Coast, Italy 🇮🇹

You knew honeymooning with Rafe Cameron would be an experience.

But as you step onto the sun drenched terrace of your private villa overlooking the endless stretch of the Mediterranean, waves crashing gently against the cliffs below, you realize nothing could have prepared you for this.

It’s breathtaking. The kind of view that belongs in a postcard, all golden light and soft ocean breeze, the scent of lemon trees lingering in the air.

And then there’s Rafe, grinning like he planned this entire thing himself (he didn’t), hands in his pockets, watching you expectantly.

“Well?” he prompts, shifting closer, voice dipping into something softer. “Worth marrying me for?”

You roll your eyes, but your smile betrays you. “Jury’s still out.”

Rafe hums, unconvinced. “Mm. Guess I’ll have to spend the next week proving you made the right choice.”

Before you can fire back, his arms loop around your waist, pulling you into him with that effortless ease, the kind that still makes your breath catch, even after everything. His lips find your temple, lingering just long enough to send warmth spreading through your chest.

And suddenly, you don’t care about the luggage still sitting by the door. Or the very long flight it took to get here.

Because Rafe is here. And he’s yours.

And if the next week looks anything like this?

You’re definitely in trouble.

☀️ Lazy Tanning on the Coast

The afternoon sun is warm against your skin, a lazy breeze rolling in from the water as you stretch out on the lounge chair. The sound of waves crashing against the cliffs below is almost hypnotic, so much so that you don’t even notice Rafe shifting closer until you feel his fingers graze your wrist. “You’re not even trying to tan,” he murmurs, lips curving into a smirk. You peek at him over your sunglasses. “Maybe because I don’t need to turn into a lobster like you.” Rafe scoffs, dramatically offended. “Lobster? Baby, I’m gonna be golden.” “You’re gonna be burnt." He ignores that, reaching over to steal your drink without asking, sipping lazily before setting it back down, closer to his side of the table. You huff, but before you can snatch it back, he shifts onto his side, propping his head up with one hand as he studies you. “What?” you ask, suspicious. His expression softens, a slow grin tugging at his lips. “You just look good. Happy.” The words settle warm in your chest, and for once, you don’t have a teasing remark ready. Instead, you reach out, threading your fingers through his where they rest between you. “I am,” you admit. And with him under the golden Italian sun, you really are.

🏍 Him absolutely renting a Vespa just to “impress you”

“You’re going to kill us.” Rafe scoffs, revving the Vespa like it’s a full blown motorcycle. “Baby, have a little faith.” You tighten your grip around his waist, already regretting this. “Last time you drove something this small, you ran over Topper’s foot.” “Okay, first of all, that was his fault for standing too close. Second, this is different. I’ve got it under control.” Famous last words. The Vespa wobbles as he takes off, and you let out an actual scream, clinging to him for dear life. Rafe just laughs, one hand way too casually gripping the handlebar. “Relax,” he says over the wind, sounding downright smug. “You’re in good hands.” You peek over his shoulder, past the stunning coastline, the rows of pastel-colored buildings, the winding cobblestone streets you’re probably about to crash into, and sigh. “Just try not to get us banned from Italy, okay?” Rafe chuckles, his free hand reaching down to squeeze yours where it rests against his stomach. “No promises, Mrs. Cameron.” And despite yourself, despite the very real possibility of disaster, you can’t help but smile.

🍝 Romantic candelit dinners where you can't keep your eyes off of him

The restaurant is tucked into the cliffs, candlelight flickering against white linen tablecloths, the sound of waves crashing below blending seamlessly with the soft hum of conversation. It’s the kind of place straight out of a dream: warm, intimate, effortlessly romantic. And yet, the only thing you can focus on is Rafe. He sits across from you, sleeves rolled up, tanned skin golden in the glow of the candles. There’s a lazy smirk tugging at his lips as he watches you, fingers idly tracing the rim of his wine glass. “You’re staring,” he murmurs. You roll your eyes, spearing a piece of pasta with your fork. “You’re imagining things.” Rafe leans forward, resting his chin on his hand. “Mmm. Don’t think so.” His voice dips, teasing but quiet, like it’s meant just for you. “Starting to think you like me, sweetheart.” You hum, pretending to consider. “Well, I did marry you. So, I guess you’re not totally awful.” His smirk deepens, but instead of responding, he reaches across the table, fingers grazing your wrist before curling around your hand completely. The warmth of his touch sends a flutter through your chest, one you pretend not to feel as he rubs slow, lazy circles against your skin. For once, there’s no bickering. No teasing. Just him. Just this. And as the night stretches on, wine glasses emptied, dessert shared, his foot nudging yours under the table, you realize something for the millionth time. You don’t just like Rafe Cameron. You love him.

🌊 A boat ride that ends with both of you in the water.

The sun is high, the water impossibly blue as the boat drifts lazily along the coast. It’s quiet except for the occasional hum of the engine and the rhythmic lapping of waves against the hull. Rafe stands at the bow, arms outstretched like he owns the ocean, wind ruffling his sun-bleached hair. “See? Told you renting a boat was a genius idea.” You lean back against the railing, sipping your drink. “Mmm. I’ll be impressed when you actually do something.” He turns, raising a brow. “Is that a challenge?” You smirk. “More like a fact.” And then, before you can react, Rafe strides toward you, that dangerous glint in his eye as he sets your drink to the side. “Rafe—” Too late. His arms wrap around you, warm and solid, and in one swift motion, he dives off the side, taking you with him. The water is a shock, cool against your sun-kissed skin, bubbles rushing around you as you resurface with a gasp. “Rafe!” you splutter, shoving wet hair from your face. He’s already floating beside you, grinning so smugly you could throttle him. “You said I should do something.” “You’re impossible!” You flick water at him, but he just laughs, swimming closer. Then, his hands find your waist beneath the waves, tugging you against him effortlessly. His voice drops, lower, softer. “But you love me anyway.” You roll your eyes, but your arms loop around his neck, your legs tangling with his in the water. “Unfortunately.” He grins before closing the space between you, his lips warm despite the cool water, the sea carrying you both in lazy circles. And maybe his boat idea was kind of genius.

🛏 Mornings spent tangled in crisp white sheets, sunlight spilling through open windows, his lazy grin the first thing you see.

Morning comes slow, golden light spilling through the open windows, the soft rustle of the ocean breeze slipping through sheer white curtains. The sheets are a tangled mess, warm, wrinkled, wrapped around your legs and twisted somewhere between you and Rafe. You blink sleepily, stretching against the pillows, only to be met with the sight of him. Rafe lies beside you, arm thrown lazily over your waist, his bare chest rising and falling with deep, steady breaths. His hair is a mess, sun-kissed strands falling over his forehead, and when he stirs, just barely, his lips curve into a lazy, lopsided grin. “Morning, Mrs. Cameron,” he murmurs, voice thick with sleep. Your heart does that stupid fluttering thing, but you roll your eyes anyway, fingers tracing absentmindedly along his jaw. “You just like saying that.” He hums, eyes still half-closed as he tugs you closer, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your bare shoulder. “Obviously.” You sigh, letting yourself melt into him, into the warmth of his skin, the steady press of his heartbeat against yours. Neither of you rush to move. There’s nowhere to be, nothing to do but exist here in this perfect little pocket of time where the world is quiet and love feels as easy as breathing. And as Rafe buries his face in the crook of your neck, mumbling something about five more minutes, you know, without a doubt, you wouldn’t trade this for anything.

A/N: Inspo struck guys I'm on a roll

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x you #rafe x reader #rafe cameron fanfiction

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arthurluketravels · 2 years ago

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Hostels will have u doing insane shit like leaving everything u own in an unlocked room for 6 hours and not thinking anything of it.

#eh im sure its fine #its the honor system if everyones luggage is unattended no one can steal

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5sospenguinqueen · 2 months ago

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1-800-Screw-You | Charles Leclerc x Neighbour! Reader

Summary: Your neighbour drives you insane with his late hours and lack of volume control. And the fact that your best friend is marrying his brother means you have to see his stupid face more than you want.

Warnings: swearing, enemies to lovers, an insensitive mention of AA

Requested: yes by @1800-love-me (who probably doesn't remember requesting this because it was soooooo long ago. oops)

i originally made this with reader being jade’s friend and then i saw rumours that her and arthur had broken up so i had to swap for charlotte

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its_yn a much needed cocktail night after noisy neighbour woke me up at 1am again tagged: charlotte2304, yourfriend

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charlotte2304 i thought if i got you drunk enough, you would forget about it

→ yourfriend it just seemed to give her more energy to bitch about him

→ its_yn my hatred fuels me! not the alcohol

→ charles_leclerc is that what they teach you in AA

user1 why is charles leclerc in her comments?

→ user2 because she’s friends with his sister in law?

→ user3 i think they’re neighbours

arthur_leclerc i love how noisy neighbour doesn’t even get a name anymore

→ its_yn not when the bastard clatters down the hallway at 1 with his luggage, crashes into my door, and then puts his bloody tv on

its_yn i’m going to break into his apartment and steal all of his left socks

→ yourfriend no, she’s not. she’s just drunk

→ yourfriend @/its_yn you cannot confess to crimes online. the police use that as evidence

→ charlotte2304 it’s not b and e if i have a key

→ lorenzotl right, no more cocktails for you lot. i'm coming to pick you up

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charlotte2304 replied to its_yn you need to save me some of those → its_yn only if you throw your drink on charles at the next leclerc family dinner

arthur_leclerc replied to charles_leclerc don’t you yell at her → she has good music taste. you should just enjoy it → charles_leclerc if you like her that much, you should be her neighbour → arthur_leclerc maybe i’ll ask her out instead → charles_leclerc don’t you dare arthur_leclerc reacted with 😂

landonorris replied to charles_leclerc someone not getting laid → is this the pretty neighbour that’s friends with your brother’s fiancee? → charles_leclerc yes → landonorris dude, she listens to sabrina. you should go for it → and you just admitted she was pretty

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charlotte2304 portofino with love 💍

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iamrebeccad yaaay so special

joris_trouche congrats

its_yn is this the best news i have ever heard? yes!

its_yn tears and snot down my face. love you both so much

→ charlotte2304 thank you for telling him the right ring

→ its_yn well you’ve only been dreaming about it since med school

charles_leclerc my favourite happy couple

→ charlotte2304 you’ll make a very pretty bridesmaid

→ charles_leclerc only if the colour is red

→ its_yn steal my sleep and now my wedding role. asshole

→ arthur_leclerc you are my favourite person @/its_yn. can we invite you to all family functions?

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its_yn replied to charlotte2304 i was about to repost this and talk about how cute my best friend is, and how lucky i am to have someone as amazing as her in my life → and then i saw that little hidden parentheses

charles_leclerc replied to charlotte2304 do you have to invite her? → charlotte2403 suck it up, buttercup. → you’ll be walking her down the aisle charles_leclerc reacted with 😫

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charlotte2304 replied to its_yn thank you for throwing the best engagement party a girl could dream of you → its_yn do you know what makes it even more special? → i had to work with noisy neighbour to arrange it → charlotte2304 a wedding miracle

joris_trouche replied to arthur_leclerc i knew he talked about her so much for a reason → arthur_leclerc the amount of times i joked about asking her out and he got really mad at me

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charles_leclerc i guess what they say about the maid of honour and the best man is true

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charlotte2304 i knew you two would be perfect together

→ lorenzotl i think we did a good job setting them up

→ its_yn pardon?

→ charlotte2304 why do you think i let you rant about him all the time? fine line between hate and love

→ charles_leclerc ha, i knew you talked about me

yourfriend went from stealing his left socks to stealing his hoodies

→ its_yn i still stole stole his left socks

→ charles_leclerc yeah, where have you hidden those by the way

→ its_yn you can get them back when you apologise for waking me up this morning

→ charles_leclerc it was with kisses!

landonorris i knew you were into the pretty neighbour

pierregasly i miss when you used to call her an inconsiderate cow. now you just spout mushy love crap

→ its_yn an inconsiderate cow!

→ its_yn now stealing your right shoes

→ charles_leclerc @/pierregasly i regret being your friend now

arthur_leclerc i told all of you that yn would end up being part of the family some way or another

→ arthur_leclerc i was prepared to make that sacrifice but it’s nice to see charles stepped up

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jinwoosungs · 7 months ago

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11/01/24; 06:50pm

{ drabbles / headcanons }

[ when you steal their hoodies ]

featuring: itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, shido ryusei

warnings: unedited; potentially ooc.

lately, it seemed as though each and every one of his hoodies were beginning to disappear on him-

a fact that itoshi rin wasn’t all too happy about.

take this morning, for example. rain was felt pelting against his windows, and he had no intention of doing his usual run in this weather without at least some semblance of protection.

what rin was searching for was his favorite hoodie, the one that was colored in muted grey tones and was large enough to engulf the entirety of his form. spending what felt like an eternity searching for it, rin ends up letting out a grunt of frustration as he grips his hair tightly in response.

“where is it?”

he begins grumbling to himself, dimly aware of the sounds of soft footsteps making its way towards his room. ignoring the sound, he sighs before searching through yet another drawer once more.

“rin? what’s wrong?”

rin stops his maddening search for his hoodie while glancing back at you, his shoulders now slumped in defeat when he sees the same jacket he had been searching for on your form.

a slight pout was seen on his features when he takes casual strides toward you. even when he felt the slight annoyance coursing through him, just seeing your oblivious smile was enough to make his heart soften considerably.

of course all of his hoodies would wind up in your position, since that was your privilege as his girlfriend.

pinching at the bridge of his nose, rin lets out an exasperated sigh of your name. you tilt your head at him, expression filled with concern when he catches you off guard by suddenly wrapping an arm around your waist. rin ends up scooping you up into his arms while walking out of his room together with you.

you gasp, trying to steady yourself by planting your hands against his broad shoulders, “r-rin! what are you doing- ah…”

rin remains silent, carrying you toward the couch while settling down against its plush seat. he delves his fingers into your hair, allowing you to sit on top of his lap. not answering your question, he hides his face within the curve of your neck, basking in your warmth with his hair settled over his eyes.

after a few seconds, you visibly relax against him. now smiling warmly at him, you gently pat down his hair, making rin press a lingering kiss against the side of your neck before admitting to you, “that hoodie you’re wearing- i was looking for it. i wanted to go out on a run with it on.”

“ah, i’m sorry rin! i’ll try to stop stealing your hoodies…” you were ready to take it off, but was stopped by rin. he grips at your wrist, gently preventing you from removing his hoodie when he tells you.

“don’t… you can keep the hoodie… it looks better on you anyways.” rin presses a lingering kiss against your hair all while whispering to you, “besides, you can always keep me warm instead.”

itoshi sae was all too eager to surprise you, not even alerting you of his return home.

with a considerable bounce in his step, sae carefully holds the bouquet of roses in his hand while rolling his luggage across the hallways. he continues his trek before stopping directly in front of your shared apartment, slotting his key directly into the lock, letting out a hum upon feeling it click open.

he grins, stepping into his home, basking in the lingering scent of you. sae stops walking and takes a moment to breathe everything in, hearing the sounds of your favorite movie playing as he allows it to lead him back to you.

no longer concerned about his luggage, sae keeps the bouquet of roses close to his chest all while running a hand through his hair. your name was about to fall from his parted lips when he finally enters your bedroom-

only to feel his heart melt upon seeing the sight settled in front of him.

here you were, asleep in bed while surrounded by what had to be a pile of his hoodies. in fact, it truly appeared as though you had tossed aside the comforter in favor of your nest made completely out of his hoodies.

sae shakes his head, but his eyes were filled with adoration for you, setting aside the bouquet as he inched closer to you. with careful movements, he makes sure not to jostle the bed too much, allowing his added weight to lightly sink the mattress. admiring your sleeping features, sae gently frames at your face while caressing at your skin with the pad of his thumb.

feeling his gentle caress makes you stir in your sleep, with your eyes slowly opening as you finally met with his gaze. your eyes were still hazy, not quite comprehending whether you were still dreaming, or if your boyfriend finally returned home-

yet the way he says your name was unmistakable.

you gasp, letting out a string of curses before sitting up in bed, completely caught off guard.

it was clear that you were getting flustered now, with sae noticing the heat settled on your cheeks as he gives you a sly grin. he picks up one of his many hoodies and raises an eyebrow at you, clearly wishing to tease you and elicit even more adorable reactions out of you.

“what’s this?”

you began to pout, folding both arms across your chest while refusing to meet his gaze. “i-i didn’t think you’d be back so soon… and… and i missed you. i just… wanted to surround myself with your scent… that’s all.”

your endearing honesty was too much for sae to handle, with your boyfriend being unable to hold back when he tackles you in bed. you were ready to protest against him, but end up surrendering to his whims when he peppers your features with kisses that conveyed just how much he had missed you, too.

when nagi seishiro wakes up from his nap all while feeling a cold chill running through his spine, he lazily gets off of the couch and begins to make his way back to his bedroom.

still feeling lethargic, he lets out a yawn, his movements more like a crawling pace now as he decided to put on one of his favorite hoodies. knowing that he had placed the navy blue jacket within the confines of his closet, he opens it-

only to realize that it was nowhere in sight.

a tiny frown paints his expression, with the young man scratching at his head. “weird… i remember hanging it up.”

letting out a huff, he shuts his closet door and decided to use the next best thing-

you.

since he had chosen you to be his girlfriend, he was allowed unlimited cuddles with you, and to him, that was a pretty sweet way for him to warm up again.

believing that you had just finished your shower and had yet to come out, he walks toward the bathroom and knocks on the door, only to feel his frown growing deeper when he pushes it open to find it empty.

pinpricks of panic was felt rising against his throat when he runs around the apartment, wondering where the hell you could possibly be and why he couldn’t seem to find you-

just as he was about to call you, seishiro freezes in his tracks upon hearing the door unlock before opening, revealing your happy expression as you carried some bags of groceries in your hand while wearing something achingly familiar to him.

“hi sei! sorry, i went out to buy groceries and let you nap. i figured you were tired, and i know how much you wanted to eat curry rice today.” you tell him with a hum as you stepped into the kitchen.

his heart slowly begins to calm down, its palpitations finally ceasing once he caught sight of you. with you taking out all of the groceries, seishiro joins you while gripping at the end of your hoodie-

“this is mine.”

you tilt your head before looking down at your hoodie, a sheepish smile painting your expression. “ah, i know… but… it’s so big and cozy, and it was a little cold outside. i hope you don’t mind that i borrowed it.”

he shakes his head before wrapping both arms around the front of your abdomen , “no, i don’t mind at all. it looks good on you…”

you smile up at him, ready to say something when your boyfriend suddenly picks you up within his embrace, holding you tightly against his chest. “ah, sei! what are you doing? i need to start making dinner…!”

“it can wait… sleepy… need you to keep me warm.” seishiro lets out a yawn, carrying you with ease toward your shared bedroom before landing against the bed with you. your gasp immediately turns into soft laughter, allowing your boyfriend to hide his face within the curve of your neck, tangling his limbs with yours before closing his eyes.

knowing that you were prone to spoiling your boyfriend, you simply lay back in bed all while massaging at his scalp, allowing your beloved to get some much needed rest as he cuddles his body closer to yours.

“dammit, where the hell is it?”

shido ryusei was practically tearing apart his room, searching for his favorite hoodie. he swore he had searched every nook and cranny for it, but it had yet to appear.

was he losing his mind?

“tch.”

running a hand across his hair, he comes out of his room and calls out to you, “babe, have you seen my hoodie?!”

you were currently on your phone, snacking on some strawberry pocky as you allowed the treat to hang from your lips, your eyes going wide upon noticing your boyfriend’s grumpy mood. realizing what he had said, you let out a gasp and look down at the oversized, burgundy hoodie that practically engulfs your form.

“ah… you wouldn’t be looking for this hoodie, right?” you ask him with a nervous giggle.

with his eyes flashing with mischief, you watch as ryusei licks his lips, “you little minx…”

you shyly meet his gaze, watching as he stalks forward before settling himself on the couch. he lays across your body, eyes trailing down toward the strawberry pocky that was still hanging loosely from your lips. ryusei’s smirk seems to widen when an idea hits him.

taking the other end of your pocky within his mouth, he begins to slowly bite away at the sweet treat, not tasting anything when he manages to swallow it whole before pressing his lips against yours in a searing kiss. feeling his chest fill with warmth at the sound of your moans, ryusei purposely teases you when he traces at the border of your lips with the tip of his tongue.

hearing you let out a soft squeak makes him smirk against your lips, “hm, what’s that, babe?”

you end up gasping when he takes you in his arms, forgetting all about how you were wearing his favorite hoodie as he decided to continue playing with you by nibbling against the lobe of your ear.

“ryu…! stop, that tickles!” you kept on laughing each time ryusei lightly nips at you, earning rich chuckles from him as he continued to tickle and kiss at your skin.

after all, only you could get away with stealing his favorite hoodie and actually be rewarded with kisses.

end notes: i am so ready for the cozy season where the temperature drops 😭🙌🏻 sweater weather here i come!!!

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

#bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #itoshi rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi rin x you #rin itoshi x you #sae itoshi x reader #itoshi sae x reader #itoshi sae x you #sae itoshi x you #nagi seishiro x reader #seishiro nagi x reader #nagi seishiro x you #seishiro nagi x you #shido ryusei x reader #ryusei shido x reader #shido ryusei x you #ryusei shido x you #writings 📖

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satoruan · 1 year ago

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YOUR BIGGEST FAN — GETO SUGURU

✧･. on vacation with your family, you discover that your biggest fan may not be a mystery after fall.

( TW ) f!reader. camgirl!reader. stepbrother!Geto (in a plot device way, no nii-chan and stuff.) unprotected sex. cream pie. phone sex. squirting. fingering. mutual masturbation. cunnilingus. deception. mentions of bullying. misunderstandings. hurt/comfort. explicit content.

word count - > 6.6k

authors note. can you see I wasn’t creative with the username? I have a love-hate relationship with this fic because I feel like it goes from 0 to 100 real quick lmfao. This is heavily inspired by the book Eyes on Me!

“I bet you look handsome.” You smile at the black screen with the default profile picture floating in the middle.

‘Nah.’ User @Sssman72 types into the chat the takes up the left half of your computer.

“Stop! Don’t say think bad things about yourself,” You laugh, making sure your tits jiggle in the flimsy red lingerie you're wearing. “I know your handsome baby.” You reassure your favorite client. The man who alone gives you 50% of your income. He’s the one who bought you this pretty lingerie set you're wearing.

‘You look tired babydoll...how was today?’ He types.

“I’m fine, I promise, just had a long day, was on a few other private chats with some other customers the entire day.” You confess. In all honesty after this call you were planning to pass out and try to get a few hours of sleep before you had to fly out to your family's vacation home. Today on your live stream, you told your followers you were going on vacation for the next two weeks and wouldn't be online. You didn't plan to get on a call with @Sssman72 but he had texted you as you were getting ready to go to bed that he had a bad day and wanted to see you. Before you had a chance to protest, he spent you 500 and said it would only be 30 minutes. You gave in because first he was your biggest supporter and you wanted to be there for him in some way with all the money and gifts, he sends you and second, you didn’t mind chatting with him, you thought he was the sweetest and you struck lucky the day he joined one of your lives.

‘I’ll let you go then, I want you to get some rest before your flight, sorry for keeping you up beautiful just needed to vent about my ass job.’

“I’m always here for you handsome, I'll make sure to send you those pictures you requested through the week.”

‘Make sure you enjoy your break babydoll, don’t gotta worry about me. Goodnight.’

You say your goodbyes and end up falling asleep in the lingerie bought you as soon as you shut your laptop.

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“How’s college y/n?” Your stepfather asks when you slide into the back seat of the car. Your mother fitting the last of your luggage into the trunk.

“it’s fine, some of my classes are difficult but nothing I can't manage.” You answer as you buckle in.

“Oh yeah? Thats good. You mom tells me you started a job a few months ago, how's that working out for you?”

You tense under the small blanket you’ve thrown over yourself.

“u-uhm yeah its good—yeah it’s been fun.”

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I don't remember what you mother told me you did again.” He chuckles.

“Uhm—I'm a bartender, m-my friend works there and got me a position.” You tell him the lie you've rehearsed hundreds of times. You start to sweat under the blanket. Did he buy it? What if he and your mom found out what you did? Are they planning to ambush you when you get to the house? They're going to make you drop out and chain you up in the basement when they find out. You throw the blanket off, suddenly too hot and alert. Guess that nap you were planning on taking during the drive wasn’t happening.

“Oh, that’s fun sweetheart, I remember I bartended awhile when I was in college, got fired for stealing the alcohol though,” He laughs at the memory before turning to look at you. “You wouldn’t do that though, you’re a good girl.”

You nod, thankful that your mom decided now to take your stepdad's attention away and get in the car.

“Alrighty were good to!” She cheers. Your stepdad turns back around in his seat before starting the car.

“Finally, thought we were going to get a fine parked here another minute.”

“Oh, shut up! Y/n are you excited to go back to the vacation house? You haven’t been in years!” You mom asks as you guys pull out of the airport.

“Yeah, I can’t wait to, I missed the hiking trails and the waterfalls. None of that in the big city.” You answer truthfully. You did miss the silence of the secluded house you vacationed at every summer since your mom married your stepdad. It was the company that you hated. As if your mom heard your thought, she says something that makes your heart drop.

“Suguru feels the same way, we didn't even have to blackmail him to come! That boy...”

“Suguru is coming?” You scream.

“Coming? Sweetie, he’s already arrived this morning. I’m so excited were all together as a family again.”

“Are you fucking serious mom? Turn the car around and bring me back to the airport!” You screech. You were not going to spend the next week with your bully of a stepbrother.

“Y/n!” You mom gasps.

“Sweetheart, he’s changed.” Your stepdad tells you as if that's going to make it better.

“That’s what he wants you to think! He’s the worst human being on planet earth, please don’t make me spend the next few weeks with him, please mom,” you lean over the consul. “Please dad.” You pout at your stepfather. You know he gets weak whenever you call him dad.

“Sweetheart...”

“No! You aren’t sweet talking your way out of this, he’s changed. He isn't the same teenager with a chip on his shoulder, he’s matured. He even told me the reason he’s coming is to apologize and bond with you y/n.”

“He’s lying mom! He doesn't care about me; I wouldn't be surprised if he told you that just so he could drown me in the lake. You guys own the land so nobody would find my body!” You start to tear up. You were going to jump out of the car if your parents didn't turn back around. Your stepbrother was your biggest tormentor since the day you met him. From picking on you at home to getting the girls to bully you at school. He made your life hell for four years. The day you left for college you screamed how much you hated him and told your parents that the four of you would only be in the same room again when you lay in a casket.

“Oh, don’t cry sweetheart. Your mother is right, he’s changed, I wouldn’t have allowed him around you if he hadn’t. Give us a week and if you want to leave, I promise I'll drive you back to the airport and you’ll never have to see him again, please?”

“No.” You cross your arms and look out the window despite knowing that they’ve won. You can’t jump out of the car now that you are on the highway, and you didn’t bring your own car to drive yourself back to the airport.

“We’ll give you the master suite, the whole attic floor to yourself.” They bargain. You act like you’re thinking of accepting the offer. With the master suite taking up the entire third floor you could lock yourself up there and ignore Suguru. You could also film videos and even go live because the room is soundproof. You perk up at that. You could just spend your vacation on stream and chatting with @Sssman72. He’s somehow always free for you and told you that if you get bored you could call him. He’ll make up for your stepbrother’s awful behavior.

“Fine, I’ll take the master suite.”

—

“Okay that's the last of your luggage, we’ll be having dinner in a few hours on the dock.”

“Kay, thanks.” You watch your stepdad shut the door. Once he does you release the tension in your shoulders. You lock the door before running to throw yourself onto the huge king bed. You sink down. You didn’t see Suguru when you arrived, you mom told you he was probably in town. You hope he stayed in town for the next two weeks.

After laying it bed thinking about how much you hate Suguru with a passion you pull out your phone and open the porn app. You click on messages and open your chat with @Sssman72.

‘Hey...I know I told you I was on vacation but I already wanna go home. You don't have to answer lol.’ You send. He immediately starts typing.

‘Of course, I'll answer you babydoll. What’s wrong?’ Your face heats at the pet names. You wish you knew what he looked like, all he told you about himself was that he was in his twenties and worked for his father's company. You want to know more, what he looks like, what he sounds like. If the messages he sends make you sweat, you wonder what’ll happen if he spoke to them to you. In your head he’s a handsome bachelor who just so happened to find you and deem you worthy of his time and money but hell, he could be lying. He could be some old rich man in his eighties who likes young girls like all the rest of your viewers. The romantic part of you ignores that and is convinced he is who he says he is and that one day you’re going to meet in person and fall in and have a bunch of his babies.

‘You know that stepbrother I told you about?’

“Mm, that asshole who bullied you?’

‘Yep, that asshole. Anyways I bet you won't guess who's here on vacation with me?’

‘Are you serious?’

‘Dead serious...my parents didn’t tell me until I was already trapped and now, I have to spend my vacation away with a man who hates me for no reason.’

‘Wow that’s crazy lol. Did your parents tell you why he chose to vacation with you if he doesn’t like you?’

‘Apparently he’s here to make amends...he’s probably here to kill me so he gets all the inheritance.’

‘Well, what if he’s really there to make amends baby?’

‘You should've heard the groan I just let out. I can’t believe you’re on his side babe. When I tell you that he too evil for that I mean it.’

‘Hey, you know I'm always on your side babydoll, I'm just giving you a man’s perspective on it. Maybe he realized he’s fucked up and he feels back so he wants to apologize for all the wrong he caused you’

‘Yea well from a women's perspective he’s an asshole who doesn’t care about anyone else but himself!’

‘Don’t say the baby...hypothetically what would he have to do to get you to forgive him?’

‘Hypothetically he's going to have to get on his knees and beg for my forgiveness every time he sees me until I deem, he's forgiven. And he’s also gonna have to send every dollar in his bank account to me AND be my slave for the rest of his life...hypothetically.’

‘Lol you never know babydoll, he just might be willing to do anything for your forgiveness. I know I would.’

‘That’s because you’re perfect and care about my feelings...now I'm gonna go get some sleep before having to eat with the devil. Pray he doesn’t poison me and I survive the night.’

—

You sit at the dinning room table waiting for Suguru. Of course, he’s late, he doesn’t care about anyone's time but his. You say so to your parents.

“Y/n stop being so harsh and give him a chance please.” You roll your eyes and go back to scrolling on social media.

“Sorry I'm late.” You jump at the deep voice before whipping your head to the left where your stepbrother stands looking so...so different.

“Suguru! No need to apologize! Come sit.” Your mother points to the empty seat opposite you. Suguru glances at you and smiles before walking to the seat. You gasp. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him smile at you or anyone else. Actually, you know he hasn’t smiled at anyone, he was know for being so stoic. You watch intensely as he pulls out the chair and sits. He looks like a different man, his hair is long, down past his shoulders, the black shirt he's wearing stretches around a huge chest. He looks like he spends half his day in the gym. And those eyes—those eyes that always had heavy eyebags and glared at everyone that looked his way, look at you with gentle look you can’t place. They even crease with the smile that he’s wearing. Your eyes widen, he has a fucking dimple. He looks like a gentleman, he looks handsome. You can't stop staring at his smile.

“Y/n? You alright?” You Stepdad breaks through the haze you were in. You look at your parents and back to Suguru who all have concerned expressions on their faces. You feel your entire body heat in embarrassment.

‘Uhm—yea I'm fine.” You look at your parents, refusing to look back at that smile. Suguru has different plans.

“Hey y/n, it’s been a long time yeah?” Suguru says in that deep voice that has your heart beating faster. Out the corner of your eye you watch as Suguru reaches over the food, holding his hand out. Does he really think you’re about to give him a damn handshake?

...Are you seriously thinking about shaking that huge hand? No, you won’t.

You purse your lips and cross your arms over your chest. You swear you see him glance down at your cleavage but the next second, he's holding eye contact. You blink and look away with a ‘hmm’. He lowers his hand.

“Alright guys let's eat, okay?” You mom breaks the tension. Everyone grabs their share, and you eat in silence for a while, nobody brave enough to speak and you simmering with anger at Suguru. You throw glare at him every time you look up from your plate which happens more times than you’d admit.

“You got something there.” Suguru points the sharp end of the fork at you.

“What?” You ask.

“There,” He grabs his napkin and starts to reach for you. You tense suddenly locked in place. Suguru brings the napkin to the corner of your mouth and wipes it. “There you go.”

You stare at him like he's grown three heads. Maybe he’s dying and wants to make amends? Why else would he be treating you like this. Maybe someone took over his body? That has to be it.

“Uh thanks?” You mummer, unsure what to say.

“You're welcome little sis.” You choke on your spit. What the hell did he just call you!? He must be messing with you; you’re suddenly filled with rage. You glare at him, hoping he disintegrates with the sheer force of your stare.

“You’ve grown up.” Suguru says after another blinking contest, you lost.

“Yea, have you?” You snarl. He stops smiling.

“I have,” he says seriously, setting his fork down. “I want to talk about—”

“I don’t care.”

“Please—”

“No!” You slam your hand on the table, and he goes silent. You’re overcome with guilt before you remember that he bullied you for a year, that he told the entire school to bully you after he graduated. Fuck him.

—

You slam the door the door of your room speed walking to the bathroom. You strip your clothes before turning on the tub. You finally breathe when you settle into the scolding hot water. You needed to wash his gaze, his touch, off your body. The entire dinner after your conversation was awkward, your parents didn't really speak, and you refused to glance back up at Suguru who wouldn't stop staring.

You hated him. You hated him. You—you can’t bring yourself to hate him. For some unknown reason you can’t bring yourself to hate him despite everything he's put you through. Why? You shake your head. You don’t want to think of Suguru while you're trying to relax. You phone dings. You pick up and a smile replaces your frown. @Sssman72.

‘How are you babydoll, you alive?’

‘Yes, wish I wasn’t though.’

‘Why what happened during dinner?’ You sigh and send him voice message detailing everything that happened.

‘Oh wow.’

‘I know.’

‘You gonna give him a chance to explain?’

‘I don’t know I don’t want to but also, I want to hear his explanation...can we call I really don't want to type all of this out?’

‘Course, give me a second. I'll call you.’ You wait a few minutes before you hear the familiar ring.

“Hi handsome.” you smile at the blank profile. Right now, you’d do anything to see him, to hear him comfort you, to be in his arms. He could be the ugliest man in the world, you wouldn’t care.

‘HI beautiful. Talk to me.’ He types into the chat box.

“I don't know. like I said I want to hear him out but also, I don't want to hear it because what it it’s bad, what if it doesn’t excuse it? But also, what if it does and I feel like shit for being mean back—it's just so stressful.”

‘I know babydoll. I wish I could be there right now and hold you. I would do anything to take that hurt away. I'm sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.’

“Stop, don’t apologize you didn’t do anything. If anything, I should apologize for using you as a therapist when you paid to see me naked.” You laugh.

‘Beautiful girl—I would rather pay to hear all your problems and be able to comfort you than see you naked again.’

“Wow you don’t want to see me naked, I'm hurt. Just kidding, thank you for saying that handsome.” You feel your heart skip a beat at his message. Maybe you can convince him to turn his camera on tonight.

“I kinda wanna take my mind off everything right now.” You murmur into the phone before turning on your camera. You hold it above you and smile so he can see everything.

‘So, fucking beautiful, prettiest girl in the world. You gonna give me a show?’

“hm,” You use your free hand to tap your chin. “Only if you do something for me.”

‘And what is that?’

‘Can you turn your camera on? And before you say no, you don’ have to show your face—maybe you can just show your dick or something else. We can masturbate on the phone, please handsome please.” You whine giving him your best puppy face. You watch as the chat bubbles disappear and reappear. You’re about to back out but all the sudden you’re looking at a dim lit room and a huge cock between a big hand. Your eyes widen and the sight.

"Y-you probably won’t be able to type and jack off at the same time” You suck in a breath. Please turn your audio on please...

‘I’m gonna turn my audio on but I won’t talk, okay? Think you can get off on my moans babydoll?’

You nod.

‘Good girl now show me that pretty pussy, make it squirt for me.’

You lift yourself up to sit on the corner of the tub, propping one leg on tub and spreading the other that rests in the water. You flip the camera so your mystery man can watch you finger yourself. You hear him groan and spit onto his hand.

You moan softly at the sound, teasing your entrance. You wish he was talking to through it, but you’ll settle for this for now. One day...

“Mmm, wish you were the one fingering me right now,” You circle your clit before gliding your fingers out your cunt.

“Wish you were here, holding me n' fucking me.” You curl your fingers into your g-spot and moan. You look back at your phone, watching your stranger play with the tip of his long cock. It looks so big compared to his hand, you know you’ll struggle to take it. Your pussy clenches around your small fingers that do close to nothing compared to your dildos at home.

“Wan’ your cock in me so bad, it looks so big you’ll have to force me to take it, you’ll have to hold me down and make me take it.” You cry out. You watch as he squeezes his hand up and down his cock. It looks painful. He grunts louder.

“M’gonna cum for you handsome, m’gonna give you what you want and make a mess,” You speed up your fingers to match how fast he slides his fist up and his cock. You moan louder, thankful that you got the suite and aren’t in the room next to your stepbrothers, how embarrassing it would be if he could hear you pleasuring yourself.

You clench harder around your fingers. Your stranger starts to grunt and groan louder. You shiver at his deep voice on the edge of cumming.

“Please please let me cum please! Can I come for you please?” You cry, your pussy starts to squelch, spurts of liquid coming out.

“Yes, cum for me.” Your mystery man groans in an all too familiar voice but before you have time to think about it, you’re squirting, the grip on your phone loosening and falling into the water.

“N-no!”

—

“Yes, this phone is done for, your mother and I are heading into town we can try to find a company that sells phone, but you know how small towns like this are.” You stepdad stares at your phone that’s been sitting in a container full of rice since last night.

“Fuck, I need it for work! What am I going to do?” You look up at him in distress.

“What do you need your phone for bartending?” He looks down at you incredulously.

“My boss is sending me some important email and I didn't bring my computer.” You lie.

“Well, you can use Suguru’s laptop, I saw him using it this morning in the sitting room. Think he left it there before he went on his run.” Your stepdad points down the hall as your mother rounds the corner.

“Ready to go honey?” She asks your stepdad.

“Coming! Use Suguru laptop to check your email, if we come back and you haven’t got the email you can use my phone. Bye! Have fun and be nice!” Your stepdad waves before following your mother. You wave back.

Of course, you had to use Suguru’s laptop. Maybe you can just log in, tell your stranger that you’re okay and that you won’t be able to contact him until you get a new phone and then delete the history before Suguru comes back from his run. It’ll only take a few minutes...you hope he doesn’t a password.

You run to the sitting room, but you don’t see a laptop anywhere. Dammit, he always has to make things hard for you. You walk up the round staircase and down the hall until you're standing in front of Suguru’s room. You look around, as if Suguru's gonna pop up out of nowhere and attack you from going into his room. You shake the thought off and open his door. You stop and stare at the bed, you feel like you've seen that duvet. You chalk it up to a bunch of man having the same bedding before turning to scan the room for a laptop. You quickly spot the laptop on his desk and run to it. You sigh in relief when it opens to the last tab he had opened. Thank you Suguru for not caring about who gets into your shit. You click new tab and start to type in the name of the website you use before you freeze.

You only need to type in three letters before the website popped up in top hits. You stop breathing. No... He couldn’t know what you do. Is that why he came here? Was he going to expose you to your parents? Was he acting nice to butter you up before crushing you? Your vision starts to blur. All boys watch porn, maybe he just happens to watch porn on the same website you film on. You can block your account from him so that he never finds you. You swallow before clicking the tab. You shakily move they pointer over to the search bar before you spot something in the left corner that makes you dizzy.

Right where the username of the viewer is supposed to be is the username @Sssman72. Your heart stops and you feel wetness hit your hands. This can’t be real. You move to chat and cry out when you see your username. The last text he sent was asking what happened. No—this is a dream; you’re going to wake up and this is going to be a bad nightmare. You refuse to believe the man you’ve been slowly falling in love with over the last six months is your stepbrother, your bully. The man you confessed all your darkest secrets is the man who never showed you an ounce of kindness. Is this a part of his master plan? Is he going to blackmail you and hold all the nudes you’ve sent him and all the secrets you’ve told him over your head. You’re going to become his slave, doing whatever he wants of you until you die. You curl into yourself and cry harder at the thought.

“Y/n? What are you do—” Suguru stops when he sees what's on the screen. “Let me explain please baby.” He reaches out to touch your shoulder. You flinch away from his touch.

“D-don’t call me that,” You sob staring at him with such heartbreak in your eyes he wants to drop and beg for your forgiveness. “You-you, it was you the whole time.” Your voice breaks.

Suguru nods slowly trying to reach out for you again. You take a few steps away. “Was this some masterplan to hold me under your thumb for the rest of my life!?” You scream at him.

He’s grateful your parents went out of town; this would be an absolute shitshow if they were here.

“No babydoll—”

“I said don’t call me that you asshole! Stop pretending. I hate you Suguru! You win okay, you win!” You tell him before you run out of his room. He curses before running after you, you run up that stairs and into the suite but before you can shut the door Suguru shoves it open. You drop to your knees to pull your suitcase from under your bed.

“Please listen to me y/n. I wasn’t faking—stop packing and let me explain.” Suguru pleads as he watches you throw your clothes into your suitcase.

“Y/n, baby, please listen to me please” He grabs your arm, and you try to fight him, but he pulls you down onto the bed with him. He hugs you around the waist and you push in this chest trying to break free. His heart aches. He hates seeing you hurt, he hates that he was the one who made you cry like this. He hates that you only associate him with the version of himself that he created to stop anyone from seeing what he was truly feeling. He hates that you won’t accept the real version of him now that you know it was him. He holds you tighter as you scream and cry. He whispers sweet nothings as you whisper how much you hate him. At some point you stop fighting and wrapping your arms around his neck. You sniffle into his neck, and he rubs your backs and rocks you.

“Why?” You ask hoarsely after all the anger leaves your body. Now you feel numb, like you're watching your life from a third perspective.

“I never hated you, I never lied, and I never planned to blackmail you—I know you don’t believe me baby but everything I've ever told you on that app was real. Everything I feel for you is real.” You pull your face out of his neck and stare up at him. You don’t believe him.

“I have never hated you y/n. I swear it. I hated the fact that my father replaced my mother with yours not even a year after she died. Baby, I never fucking hated you. I was just a teenager who didn’t know how to express my emotions so I took them out of the person I knew I could hurt the most. It was bad I know; I feel like shit to this day. When I graduated and got away from my father, I realized how bad I was to you, and I got into therapy. I wanted to be better for myself, for you, for everyone around me. I didn’t know that the bullying continued when I left. I didn’t know how bad people had taken it until that day I came back home. When you told me off about it, I was so confused. I’m so fucking sorry. I want to reach out and apologize for everything and the day I planned to do it Satoru—my best friend, you remember him—well he sent me the link to your account and so I made an account and it all just spiralized out of control after that. I was too embarrassed to tell you it was me and then we started to form a connection, a real connection, and I didn’t want our conversations to end so—fuck I'm sorry. Everything I told you; I meant it. I fucking meant every word.”

You sit there stunned, trying to comprehend everything he said. You never knew about his mother. You thought she had passed away long before your mom and his dad had met. But you remember when your stranger told you that. God, you remember when your not so mystery man told you about his family the seemed so familiar to yours. And he didn’t tell all those people to bully you after he left? Did he mean every word? Every word of affirmation he gave you. Those times when he told you that you were capable of being loved and that you were going to find someone who would love every part of you, the good and bad. Was that the same Suguru? You try to wrap your mind around the fact that the man you love is your stepbrother.

“I know it’s a lot of information.”

“It is.”

“Do you believe me?” He looks at you with furrowed brows. You do. Despite everything you find yourself nodding. He sighs and you feel the tension release from his shoulders that your arms are wrapped around. You suddenly realize the position you two are in and feel your face heat. Your arms are wrapped around his neck and your legs are on either side of his thick thighs his cock, the cock that you saw last night, is right underneath you, if you lower yourself an inch, you’d be sitting on it.

Suguru grips your waist with one hand, the other cupping the right side of your face. You look up at him and sniffle. He leans down until your foreheads are touching.

“If you give me achance, I'll treat you like the queen you are. I’ll love you the way you’re meant to be loved. One chance is all I ask for.” He mummers rubbing your noses together.

You hesitate, one part of you wants to run away with him because he’s the man you’ve wanted for the last six months. The other part of you wants to run away from him, he’s your stepbrother, he lied, and you don't know if he would’ve ever told you the truth. But isn’t that what he came here to do? Can you blame a little boy for being mad at the people who replaced his mother?

You give him his answer by grabbind his neck and push his lips towards you. If this does go to hell at least you’ll have a story to tell your feature children.

Suguru kisses back before standing and pulling you off him. “What—”

“You said you wanted me on my knees, didn't you? I’m ready to serve you in any way you want. I can have my savings transferred to your account by tomorrow night.” He says as he drops to his knees. You stare at him with wide eyes as he holds your legs and starts kissing from knee to right where your pussy starts.

“Suguru—”

“Shh babydoll let me take care of my girl, show her how sorry I am for hurting her.” He mummers before dropping your leg and picking up the next one. He repeats this a few more times before finally asking you to lift your hips so he can pull your leggings and panties off. Suguru throws your pants behind him before standing up to pull your tank top off. You reach behind to unbuckle your bra and toss it on the floor with your other clothes. Suguru chuckles, reaching up to kiss all over your face.

“Take your clothes off too Sugu.” You giggle, reaching for his sweatpants. You get a firm grip and yank them down. His thick cock bounces out. Your mouth goes slack. The phone call didn’t do it justice. It somehow looks bigger than before and if you weren’t wet before, you are now. That thing is going to be inside you soon.

“Like what you see beautiful?” You nod dumbly as you watch Suguru step out of his pants and take his shirt off with one hand. He’s so fucking sexy.

He drops back down to his knees and pulls you until your ass is hanging off the bed. “Lay down and let me please you.” You comply and watch as Suguru lifts your legs up and buries his face in your cunt. Your hands fly down to his long shiny hair.

“Suguru!” You moan as he licks you from asshole to clit. He sucks on your clit before biting both lips. Your pussy clenches. “Feels s’good Sugu!” You grind down on his talented tongue. Suguru hums into your clit before setting one of you thighs in his shoulder and bringing his fingers to your entrance. He teases you, only pushing his fingers into the joint before taking them out. You cry out in frustration before pulling on his long hair when he finally slides two big fingers into you.

Yours definitely don't compare to his long thick ones. Your back arches off the bed as Suguru fingers jackhammer into you all the while his mouth sucks on your clit.

“S’good Sugu! Don’t stop!” You scream letting go of hair with one hand to cover your loud mouth.

“Don’t hide those sweet moans from me babydoll. If you want my cock, you’ll let me hear you scream my name as you cum on my fingers and mouth.”

You bring you hand back to hair and grind hard as you get closer and closer to orgasm.

“Gonna cum! M’gonna come!” You cry, as you release all over Suguru's face. He moans and sucks even harder before adding another finger. You cry at the sudden intrusion. It doesn't take long before you’re coming all over again, this time liquid shooting out of you and onto Sugu’s chest.

“Yes baby, that's it—what a good girl,” He praises as he slurps up all your juices. “Such a fucking good gril f’me.”

“Gimme a kiss.” You say between heavy breaths.

“Does the pretty girl want kiss?” You nod, pulling Suguru down with you by the shoulders.

“Want you to kiss me while you fuck me for the first time. Want it to be special,” You confess shyly. Suguru leans down and pecks you on the forehead, then the nose, and then both of your cheeks.

“Don’ tease meanie!” You laugh when he kisses the corner of your lips.

“M’sorry baby, can you forgive me?” He pouts.

“Hmm—I’ll forgive you only if you kiss me right no—” You don’t even finish your sentence before Suguru shoves his tongue down your throat. You kiss him back and your tongues fight for dominance. Suguru wins and smiles into the kiss. You can’t believe this is happening. Your bully, your stepbrother, your mystery man is kissing you right now. Your about to make love with said man.

“You okay babydoll?”

“Mhm, just can’t believe this is all happening.”

“Me too beautiful, you sure you want to do this right now? We can always wait.”

“No, I want to. I want you.” You raise your hand to tuck his hair behind his ear. He smiles, showing you that adorable dimple. You kiss it.

Suguru kisses your lips once more before he grabs his cock, rubbing it up and down your cunt.

“Fuck—I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m on the pill—please Sugu.” You beg, frustrated from all this foreplay. You’ve been on edge since last tight in the tub.

“Alight beautiful,” He pushes the head of his cock into you. “Fuck me—you feel so good. Always knew you would.” You feel his fist guide his long cock into you. You moan. He fits you perfectly.

“Sugu—feel’s s’good, want more!” You cry, fisting the blanket’s underneath you.

“Does my baby want more—does she want to orgasm on my cock?” You nod watching Suguru lift your legs to his shoulder. He leans down, bringing your feet to the side of your head. You whine at the stretch.

Suguru groans as he pulls his cock in and out of you.

“S’too much!” You moan into his shoulder. He just laughs and picks up his pace. The fancy headboard above the bed starts to slam against the wall. You watch with blurry eyes as the stock photos hung on the wall shake.

“Said you wanted more baby, ‘m giving you more.” he says before biting into your neck. Hard. You scream, back arching at the pain. Your hands fist the sheets even tighter, knuckles turning white. Suguru unlatches his jaw. Lifting his head to admire his mark. Now all your customers will know you belong to someone. To him. He kisses the mark.

“Sugu, It’s too much. Hurts! m’gonna cum!” You cry, tears soaking the blanket breath you.

“Oh, don't cry baby—shhh—you’re so beautiful y/n. So damn pretty.” He whispers, coaxing you to orgasm. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. You stop breathing for a second as your pussy contracts around Suguru's cock. Suguru follows in suit, spurting his cum deep inside your pussy.

“Fuck,” he draws out, collapsing onto you.

“T-that was—”

“The best sex ‘ve ever had.”

“Same.” You smile before wincing.

“What’s wrong babydoll.”

“You're about to break my damn hip if you keep my legs up any longer,” Suguru lefts himself enough to bring your legs to his sides. “And you probably ripped a chunk of my neck off with that little trick of yours.” You grumble.

“It’s not bad, promise.” He kisses the bite mark softly.

“And all the pictures fell of the wall.”

“I’ll put ‘em back up baby,” He laughs into your ear. “Just let me hold you for a second.” He kisses your cheek before snuggling deeper into you. You throw your arms around his shoulder while you both try to wrap your head around everything that happened.

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wonwoo feels the way your leg is shaking now as you keep your gaze pinned on the exit gates. but he says nothing, phone in hand, debating if this is something he should record in case the two of you decide on getting married one day. it's the kind of thing he thinks mingyu will want to have for an engagement video: a collection of all the silly, sweet, sappy moments between the two of you.

and the minute he sees mingyu, craning his neck to look for you as he rolls his bag behind him, he hits record. might as well. it's good timing, too, because the bench finally stops shaking because you've launched yourself off of it and toward your dorky boyfriend. he's been gone for past week and a half for some sort of photography job that he'll explain to you properly later.

but you throw your arms around mingyu, and the pure joy on his face is unmissable. wonwoo pushes himself up to get closer footage as mingyu sways with you off to the side of this corridor, just to avoid annoying anyone who just wants to get their luggage and go.

(truthfully, if it weren't for you and the rays of sunshine you seem to bring into mingyu's life, wonwoo thinks mingyu would be far more jet-lagged and ready to go home.)

"hi, baby," you giggle, pressing a quick kiss against his cheek. "happy birthday. i'm glad you made it."

for a few minutes earlier he was worried that he wouldn't due a missed connection flight (plane troubles, delayed flight, another story he'll explain to you later)... but he's squeezing you even tighter now. "is he our driver?" his eyes are sparkling as he looks at wonwoo.

"he's buying dinner for us," you hum. "he offered."

wonwoo rolls his eyes, but stops recording. he says something about pulling the car up, stealing mingyu's bag before he leaves the two of you alone for a moment.

he glances around, all too aware of older people with judgmental looks, and then steals another quick kiss. "i missed you," he says quietly. "next time... you should come with me." he slips his hand into your own, squeezing it gently. "okay?"

your head rests against his arm for a moment as you bump into him. "okay," you squeeze back. "for your next birthday... i'll pay for the trip."

he jokes he'll hold you to it. and instead he holds your hand for now, just happy to be by your side again, his own birthday wish coming true.

#nonranghaes.thoughts #nonranghaes.svt #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagine #svt x reader #svt imagine #seventeen x you #svt x you #mingyu x reader #mingyu x you #kim mingyu fluff #kim mingyu x reader #kim mingyu x you #svt fluff #seventeen fluff #mingyu fluff

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norrisleclercf1 · 2 months ago

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Seeing as both Lando and Oscar released new merch, curious to see what would happen if they came home to her wearing their merch 🙊

A/N: Again since SEPTEMBER THIS HAS BEEN HERE

It wasn't often you wore their merch, if anything you barely even wore their clothes. If you did it was when you were far too tired to find your clothes and just either threw on Lando's shirts, or Oscar's pants. But today you decided to just wear their merch around the house, it was hot out.

Monaco was having it's weird rapid weather change and you decided to leave the balcony doors wide open, as you wore something new from Lando his monster briefs as it was too damn hot to wear pants or even shorts and stuck to one of Oscar's home race merch shirts.

Moving throughout the apartment as you clean, having been busy with school and work you weren't able to clean getting everything back in order before they get home. You pump music out through a speaker concentrating on that as you sigh and stand up straight and turn and scream loudly.

"Fuck!" You yell as you grab your chest and try to catch your breath seeing Oscar and Lando standing there holding their luggage as they just stare at you. "For the love of god, you couldn't have called?" You ask and grab the remote hitting pause and the music stops. "We yelled, must've not heard us," Oscar says and smiles, moving to you and kissing you gently.

"Hi," He smiles and has to clear his throat trying to control himself seeing you wearing his merch and steps back and smiles, "I'm going to unpack," He says and slips off down the hall to the bedroom, just leaving you and Lando. "How was the flight? Did you sleep?" You ask him as he just stares face blank.

"Lando? Babe?" You ask snapping your fingers making him blink finally making him truly look at you. "Sorry, just.... you're wearing my briefs," He points, voice rasping as you look down, "It's hot, and nothing felt comfortable, except for this," you say thinking he was angry over it. "I can go change," Lando's arm reaches out stopping you.

"No, don't," Lando whispers and tugs you flush against him, and you squirm slightly from the way his body heat rolls off him. "Okay," you say unsure what was going on with him, "Okay, Lando go unpack and shower," He blinks as you and leans down stealing a kiss and let's you go and sighs. "Be back," He whispers and walks off.

"They're so strange," You grumble and hit play on the music letting it thump.

Lando walks in and sees Oscar face down on the bed, "She's going to be the death to us," He groans and Lando laughs, "Not even home 5 minutes and I'm harden than a damn tree," He huffs and flops down on the bed. "Trip to Paris?" Oscar asks and Lando nods his head in agreement, "Defiantly,"

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woso-dreamzzz · 3 months ago

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Nothing But Net III

Leah Williamson x Netballer!Reader

Summary: Leah is dramatic about your move

"Am I not essential?" Your girlfriend asks in her usual brand of drama," Don't you want to take me with you?"

You glance behind you as Leah sprawls herself out onto your suitcase, attempting to cram herself into the small space before deciding to just spread out all of her limbs so you could squish nothing in around her.

"Leah, you know I want you to come with but unless, you're leaving Arsenal, it's not happening."

She grunts as you roll her out of the suitcase and face first onto the bed.

You hum to yourself as you fold your clothes and place them into the case.

A small smile makes its way onto your face as Leah continues to lay face down in the pillows.

You couldn't imagine her ever leaving Arsenal. You think she'd sooner retire than leave that club.

"Do you think we can get Arsenal to relocate?"

"To Australia?" You giggle," I don't think so."

Leah rolls over, settling on her side as she watches you pack. "You're going to be so far though. I'm going to miss you."

"I'd hope that you would, seeing as you're dating me. I'd have questions if you didn't."

"You know what I mean" Leah says," We haven't slept apart since you moved in. I don't know what I'm meant to do now that we can't cuddle."

You drop your last shirt into your suitcase, sitting on the edge of the bed as you look around the room.

The offer from the Adelaide Thunderbirds had come out of thin air for you. You hadn't been expecting it but it was an offer you were more than eager to accept.

But you didn't.

Not at first anyway.

Australia was a long way away. An especially long way away when you took into account your girlfriend and your relationship.

You'd discussed it with her, of course. It wasn't the end of the world if you didn't go but both of you knew you wanted to.

You desperately wanted to and Leah only wanted the best for you.

So she encouraged your choice. She told you how good it would be for you. She told you how much she wanted you to be happy.

So you accepted the offer and now found yourself deciding what to pack in your plane luggage, what to send in the mail and what to leave at home with Leah.

You'd graciously allowed her to keep the air fryer and the cheese grater but decided to take almost all of the pots and pans with you because it wasn't like Leah would be using them in your absence.

"I could get you a body pillow," You tease, cupping Leah's face in your hands and placing a teasing kiss against her lips," You can buy those customised pillow cases now. I'll slap a picture of myself on it, would that make you happy?"

She laughs into the next kiss and you grin against her lips.

"Only if you're looking super sexy on it."

"So your teammates can barge in and see it? I think not, Williamson."

"Maybe not super sexy," Leah agrees," Maybe just kind of sexy then. I can't have the team finding out how sexy you are and trying to steal you from me."

"Well, I'll be safe in Australia while you sort them out."

"Mhm, yeah," Leah says as she steals another kiss," You will be. I guess we can go for that super sexy pillow case after all."

She rolls onto her back, hands blindly grabbing and pulling until you're seated on her lap comfortably.

"Oh, yeah? Which one are you thinking?"

Leah's hand sneaks under your shirt as her fingers gently stroke your waist in soft circles.

"That one when we went to Ibiza," She whispers against your skin," Where you're on your back tanning. In that little bikini I like."

"You're going to get teased so much if the girls find out you're going to be sleeping with a body pillow of me," You laugh, barely any space between your lips.

"I can deal with it."

"Are you sure? No pouty calls to me about the girls teasing you?"

"Well," Leah says," That's a non negotiable. You're always getting called about when the girls tease me. I have to have someone defend my honour, right?"

"All the way from Australia? I don't know how much of a defence I can imagine."

"But you'll try, right? You won't leave me all alone?"

You laugh. "I can try. If it gets bad, I'll get the first flight back so I can do it in person. How does that sound?"

Leah grins against your lips as she kisses you. "I'll take that. I can't wait to tell Beth to stop being mean to me otherwise I'll have to pull my girlfriend out of her very busy job in Australia to scold her. She's never going to piss me off again."

#woso x reader #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson #woso community #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso

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writingsbychlo · 4 months ago

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SPOILT AND CHERISHED | DRACO MALFOY

SUMMARY: draco malfoy has a tendency to buy his way into people's hearts, and you want him to know that it's not necessary. WORD COUNT: 1582 NOTES: specially to match up with my girl @prythiansprincess because we both know just how much draco loves to use his money as foreplay.

Draco was stressed, you could tell from the persistent tapping of his fingers against his thigh, and the twisting of his signet ring around his middle finger, and it amused you to no end. Slipping your hand into his own, he redirected his attention to you, a smile forming on his lips to hide the frown he’d been wearing, and he leaned closer to press a kiss into your hair.

Perhaps you should put him out of his misery, but this was a lesson, and one that he had to learn. It was a mentality you’d been chipping away at with him since the day you’d met, long before you’d even started dating, and that was one simple thing: Draco Malfoy did not need to buy love, he was worthy of it without any money at all.

He’d already more than spoiled you this Valentine’s Day, between the surprise weekend trip to London he’d paid for, and the beautiful customised luggage bags he’d presented you with to pack for the trip, it was enough. Yesterday morning, you’d woken up surrounded by enough presents to almost conceal the silk sheets, and his promises about the day ahead. On your joint hands, the promise ring he’d bought you to replace last year’s bumped against his.

And now, seemingly out of presents to push into your hands, Draco had decided that it wasn’t enough and he needed to treat you to a shopping trip along the London high streets. The problem was that you refused to indulge this behaviour, to let him think this was how he needed to maintain your affection.

Bringing up your clasped hands, you pressed a kiss to each of his knuckles. “Isn’t this nice, Dray?”

“Yeah, nice…” He mumbled, wrapping your joined hands around you tighter and pulling you into his body. “Do you want to go in here?”

Glancing up at the jewellery shop before you, your eyes skimmed across the displays of glittering diamonds in the window, making sure not to linger on anything in particular, knowing his gaze was on you. Finally, you hummed, shaking your head. “No, I think I’m good. You already got me a lovely necklace this morning.”

He sighed roughly, dragging his free hand through his hair. “Yes, but that was just a piece I pulled from the Vault, I didn’t buy it. I should’ve bought you something new, something more special!”

His voice hit a new high, and you took pity on him somewhat, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “I tell you what, though, I am getting a bit peckish with all this walking. How about we find a little coffee shop somewhere?”

He brightened at that, even just marginally, and nodded his head. Stealing a kiss from your lips, he once again began to guide you along the bustling streets, until you came across a quaint-looking café and stepped inside. The smell of roasted coffee beans and sugary pastries filled your nose, and you spotted a table in the far corner. “Do you want to go and sit down? I can order, and—”

“No, love. I’ll order, go and get comfy.”

“Just a coffee and a muffin, okay?” You watched his gaze flicker over the display cabinets, and he hummed noncommittally as he sent you on your way. Making your way through the crowded room, you secured your seat in the back corner by the window, sunlight filtering through across the wood of the table. Tucking your bag into your side, and shucking off your coat, you were just getting settled when Draco made his reappearance.

He placed down a steaming mug in front of you, and one in the spare seat designed for him, alongside a paper bag holding what was definitely more than just the one muffin. Taking it from him and opening the top, you raised a brow at him, and he fixed you with an innocent look as he blew the steam off of his latte. “What? You didn’t say which one you wanted, and I didn’t want to guess.”

“You know what my favourite is.”

“At Puddifoots, sure. Not here, I thought maybe you’d want something new.” He smirked, like he’d won a Quidditch match, and you plucked out his favourite and offered it to him. A lemon muffin, one he accepted happily, peeling back the wrapper as you selected a chocolate one. “Are you having a good day?”

“Yes, of course I am.” You smiled, “And I’m having a lovely weekend too.”

“Are you sure? Because if there’s something else you’d rather—”

“Draco.” You quieted him, taking his hand across the table and encouraging him to put down his drink so you could hold the other too. Squeezing his hands in yours, you hoped he could read the earnestness on your face and trust in it. “I am happy, wherever we are, just because I’m with you. I need you to understand that. It doesn’t matter how much you spend on an activity, or whether we spend all weekend sitting in your dorm back at Hogwarts, I’m happy just because we’re together.”

His throat bobbed, and he shifted in his chair, clearly uncomfortable as his hands twitched in your own. “I know, love, but I still want to treat you.”

“But I don’t think you do know, Draco. Listen to me, I don’t want you to buy me lavish presents like this, or feel like you have to spend your fortune on emeralds and diamonds for me.”

“So you don’t like your gifts?” He pressed, and your shoulders slumped. “I loved my presents, Draco. They’re gorgeous, and I love being here in London, you know how much I love it here. You did everything right, baby. But I just need you to understand that it isn’t the gifts or the trips or the money that make me want to be with you, and I want you to stop worrying and just enjoy the day. Enjoy being with me, like I enjoy being with you. I love you because you’re Draco, not because you’re Draco Malfoy.”

He blinked at you, several times in confusion as he processed, before a shaky breath left his lips. “I know. I get it, and I understand. But it’s just…” His words trickled out, frustration lacing his tone, and he took a deep swig of his coffee, wincing as he swallowed the hot liquid. “I want to look after you. I rely on you to even function. I love you so much it hurts, and I know if you left me I’d fall apart. I need you to need me like that too. I need you to rely on me, to want me, and you don’t, because you’re so strong and wonderful. But if I can’t… if I can’t even spoil you on special days, what else do I have to give?”

“Yourself.” Your words rushed out, “Draco, I need you like that too. You’re the only person I want to see when I’ve had a hard day, you’re the only person who can comfort me when I’m upset, and you’re the only person who I want to be with all day every day because you make me feel calm and safe, and happy.”

“But I like to buy things for you, too.”

“And you still can, Godric knows you’ve got the money for it, Dray.” At that, at least a small smirk took over the sad frown on his face. “If it makes you feel any better, you can buy me more of my essentials. I’ve been needing a new lipstick. I’m not saying stop buying things for me, Draco. You like gift giving and I like getting gifts.”

Leaning in a little closer, Draco followed suit, his nose bumping yours across the table. Dropping your voice down to speak again, you made sure it was just a whisper between the two of you;

“And, you know what, Dray?”

“What?” He murmured, eyes slipping closed as he pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose.

“I’m pretty sure spoiling me turns you on.”

“Oh, it does.” He breathed out, sealing the words with a kiss to your lips this time. He tasted like coffee and the sour sugary lemon of his cupcake. “Getting to spend my money on you, seeing you wearing the clothes and diamonds and pretty things I buy you, I love it.”

He sinks back into his seat as you watch, a matching blush on both of your cheeks and a warmth in your eyes that would carry the two of you through the rest of your day and back to your hotel room later tonight. “Good. But stop stressing over whether it’s enough. Spoil me for the sake of it, don’t spoil me to buy my affections, because you already have them. When you buy me something, just let it be a gift, okay?”

Somewhat reluctantly, he nodded, his fingers tapping an irritated rhythm on the top of the table before his palm at last fell flat. “Okay.”

“I love you, Draco.”

He smiled at that, the pink on his cheeks deepening. “I love you too, mon amour. Now, will you please let me spoil you some more when we leave here?”

“Sure, as long as you know they’re just empty gifts.”

He rolled his eyes, but grinned. “I saw a shop a few streets back that would really be a gift to both of us if you’d wear it later…”

“Now you’re talking.”

#draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy/reader #draco malfoy/you #draco malfoy #slytherin boys

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reilemon · 1 year ago

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🫧Love Don't Be Shy🫧

♡︎ pairing: Rafayel x fem!reader

｡°⚠︎°｡MINORS DNI (18+ ONLY)｡°⚠︎°｡

♡︎cw:unprotected sex (as always), there's only one bed, sex toys, pulling out

♡︎word count: 2.9k

♡︎synopsis: Rafayel finds your mini "neck massager" while going through your makeup bag.

♡︎a/n: I hope you guys like how I wrote Rafayel.

♡︎ special thanks to my beta reader ♡︎@its-de♡︎ for reading and helping me with this

banner by @cafekitsune

A defeated sigh leaves your lips. You have to share the bed with your friend (employee?) Rafayel. You just nod when Rafayel checks with you if it's okay, and of course you agree because you don't want to go around searching for another hotel.

The last time you had to share a room, and the bed, you barely got any sleep as he was tossing and turning all night, stealing the duvet in consequence. You couldn't be too mad at him as you know how messed up his sleep schedule is. Also, he was so sweet for remembering your comment how you wished to see a certain spot at that place.

This time is no different; he organized this little trip for you to make good use of your vacation days. He researched all the restaurants that you'd like, shops that he'd like, fun and interesting places to visit, and always takes the best seats in the airplane. But he always forgets to book two rooms in advance!

It's not that bad, you tell yourself. You're very comfortable around Rafayel; he makes you feel safe and he adores spending time with you. It's just that you have your own night routine. And you can't do it with him in the same room.

Oh well, the vacation will fly by quickly.

Even with this little inconvenience, you wish it won't. Not because you don't want to get back to work, but because you also adore spending time with him. And lately, with every meeting you hope to become more than just friends (more than just an artist and his bodyguard).

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After unpacking Rafayel and you go outside to grab a quick bite at the city centre. Of course that turns into an impromptu shopping spree because the two of you stumbled upon a vintage flea market.

You drag your feet as Rafayel almost skips next to you, bags with little trinkets in his hands. It's a beautiful summer afternoon, with a refreshing breeze. You'd enjoy it more if there weren't so many people around.

He glances at your 'energetic' walk. "C'mon Miss Bodyguard, we had a good time there!"

You chuckle. "Sure, if you can call 'talking you out of buying everything you see' a good time."

"But everything was so beautiful!"

"Yes, but think of the luggage!"

He shifts his bags to one hand and offers you the free one with a soft smile. "Give me your hand. I don't want to get lost."

He says that, but he's the one leading you through the crowd.

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You had to take a little nap after coming back to your room, because Rafayel had more things planned for this evening, and you needed the energy. You wanted to look and feel good because you actually looked forward to it. You might've even bought some new outfits that you thought he'd like, even though he gives you compliments no matter how much effort you put into your appearance.

While you were asleep, Rafayel took a long shower.

When you awoke, you found him in your room with nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips.

You blush and avert your gaze, opting to just not comment on it. "Are you at least wearing underwear?" You commented on it.

He looks down, like he forgot about his state of almost-undress. "I do. Wanna check?" His hand resting on the towel knot.

Your hand immediately shoots up to cover your view of whatever he's about to show you. "It's fine! I just didn't expect this to be the first thing I see after a nap!"

He laughs and strolls towards the closet. "You saw me in a bathing suit plenty of times. This towel covers more."

You can't help but sneak a peek at his toned back while he's picking out an outfit. For someone who claims to hate working out, he's more than fit. You can clearly see the way his muscles are carved under his pale still damp skin and the way they flex as he moves. As he turns around, you can’t help but crave to graze your hand over his defined abs and those veins leading down to -

"Like what you see?"

Caught red handed, you snap your head in the opposite direction, your face burning with embarrassment.

"I'll go take a shower." You mumble as you snatch your underwear and a nightdress from a drawer and escape to the bathroom, blushing even more as you catch Rafayel's mischievous laugh.

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Refreshed, and not at all embarrassed anymore, you emerge from the bathroom to get your makeup bag. You don't know whether to put the outfit on before the makeup, or the other way around...

Your brain short circuits when your eyes land on Rafayel holding your makeup bag in one hand - and your mini vibrator in the other.

He holds it up and studies it "Is this like a mini neck massager?"

You're frozen in place. Your body is discovering new levels of embarrassment.

Hearing nothing from you, his attention shifts to your figure. You don't register the way his eyes admire you in your little nightdress. "Well?" He presses the little button and the little buzzing sound hits your ears like crashing waves of sweat hitting your body.

He's teasing you. He has got to be teasing you. Like he always is. There's no way he thinks this is for his neck!

"Give it back." You croak, your throat dry.

"Why? You don't want to show me how to use it?" He's really going through with this little bit.

"Why were you even going through my makeup bag?"

He explains how he forgot to pack some cream and wanted to borrow it from you, or something like that, you barely listened because he was not letting go of the little bullet vibrator. He's put down the makeup bag, but not the toy!

The buzzing gets stronger as Rafayel's finger presses the button multiple times. "So, which setting is the best?"

He flinches as you basically hurl yourself towards him to take back what's yours. He holds it in the air, away from your reach.

"What's up with you?" his eyebrows knot, cheeks lightly red at the close proximity.

"Give it back!"

Finding your frustration confusing but at the same time cute and amusing, he continues to keep it out of your reach, letting you chase him around the room.

"Nuh - uh!" he laughs and turns to you, only for his face to be met with a white fluffy pillow.

You smacked him across the face, not too hard of course; you're still his body guard. You earn a little 'hey!' with a flushed face and to defend himself, he puts the toy in his pocket and grabs his own pillow. You didn't even notice how good his outfit looked.

The two of you end up in a brief pillow fight - mostly him taking hits while you managed to dodge most of them. But then Rafayel swiftly snatches your pillow, and pins you down on the bed, holding your wrists in his hand and resting his knees on the bed.

He asks, out of breath "Is it not a neck massager?" While you were in a pillow fight he caught on how red your face is and how that shape doesn't seem like it's for the neck.

You struggle under him, aware of how your nightdress lifted under the impact, and how your breasts are on the verge of spilling out. A small whine leaves your lips in frustration as he's so much stronger than you.

"Yes! It's my vibrator, okay?" you can't meet his gaze. You're sure you look so damn pathetic right now.

But you don't see the delight in Rafayel's eyes as he takes in your cute flushed pouting face. He can't help but take a peek of your figure under him, the way your tits are barely covered, the hem of your dress lifted to show off your plush thighs pressed together.

He releases his hold on you and sits back, still straddling you. "Is that why you were upset over one room? You could've just told me and I would've taken a walk or something. Maybe even get you a snack to replenish your energy."

You could not be more mortified. Your eyes are still fixed somewhere to the side and your lips don't move.

His fingers softly hold your chin and you muster the courage to look him in the eyes. You notice how messy his curls are. "There's nothing to be ashamed of." He reassures you with a soft smile, and hands you over the wretched thing.

And you loved that about Rafayel - he knew when to stop teasing and when it's time to give you reassurance.

Still, you needed your little revenge.

It doesn't matter that he's stronger than you, you still have your hunter skills, and in a blink of an eye, you switch positions, straddling his lap.

He opens his mouth to make some dirty joke but only a yelp gets out when you suddenly press the buzzing toy on his side while locking his wrists with your hand.

He pleads for mercy as you continue to run the vibrator on second to highest setting all over his torso.

A blush creeps up on your cheeks, and heat pools between your legs as his whimpers and gasps keep leaving his plump lips and his body squirms under you, his crotch grazing your bottom.

Flustered and out of breath, Rafayel had enough of the torture and pins you down again - pressing you in the same position you had him in, but with his knee so dangerously close to your clothed heat.

"You're being cruel, kitten." he breathes, his tone a little too calm for your liking.

He takes the toy from you and starts sliding it down the middle of your belly, the contact making you squirm and laugh a little. "I was being supportive here and you go and start torturing me."

"I was embarrassed!" you scream between laughs and pants.

He complains in his playful manner about how you attacked him while he was so confused, you can barely hear him over your involuntarily laughs. In your squirms and attempts to break free, your core grinds more than once against his knee and upper thigh.

And maybe he's inching his knee closer to you.

You open your eyes when you don't feel the tickles anymore. You're met with his soft hooded eyes.

"I want to make it up to you, darling."

He studies your face as his hand moves up and a gasp leaves your lips as it lightly grazes the underside of your breast over with the vibrating toy.

He repeats the same motion on the other breast. "Do you want me to stop?"

You sheepishly shake your head.

The grip on your wrists loosens, but you let him hold you down.

Finally, he gives attention to your already pebbled nipples, carefully rubbing circles around them. His eyes take in your flushed face - beautiful lips parted as you pant underneath him, eyes veiled with lust and desperation for more, sensitive nipples poking through the thin fabric of your nightdress.

Your panties are damp with the attention on your nipples and core grinding against his knee. And with Rafayel on top of you, with his cheeks flushed, messy hair and half lidded eyes gazing at you with adoration, you crave more.

He doesn't need to read your thoughts to know what you need. Your hips are desperately pressing against him, soaked panties leaving a wet patch on his pants.

A playful smirk stretches his lips, but he fights the urge to tease you. Instead, his hand trails down, avoiding your tummy this time, and presses the toy on your inner thigh, earning a jolt from your legs and a whimper from your lips. With his slender fingers, he lifts up the hem of your dress, exposing your panties.

You feel his knee move back, but still touching your clothed heat. Pressing the button for the lowest setting, he places the vibrating tip of the toy right between your folds, the familiar sensation of the vibrator making you moan. Only it's different now, because Rafayel is the one pressing it against you, the one making you feel so good, which makes you cream, your heart beating against your chest, your face and chest burning with need and desire.

With more confidence, Rafayel starts pressing and slowly rubbing your sensitive bud. "You like that princess? Does it feel good?"

You frantically nod, your pussy already throbbing with an impending orgasm. "Just like that!" You manage to breathe out.

His cock is painfully hard in his boxers, straining in his tight pants. He feels like he could cum just watching your beautiful face dazed with lust and listening to your sinful moans. Soft pants are leaving his lips "Fuck, you're so beautiful."

He releases your wrists to rest his elbow next to your head and he dips down, latching his lips with yours. You reciprocate immediately, wrapping your arms around his neck, relishing in the feeling of finally tasting his gorgeous pink lips.

Both of you are a panting mess, kissing sloppily, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth as your tongue intertwines with his.

And all of this is becoming too much for you, and you already feel the coil in your stomach is about to snap any second. You snatch the collar of his shirt, probably ripping from how tight you're gripping it. "Don't stop, I'm cummin' - !"

He watches you in awe as you tremble and mewl underneath him, unable to kiss him back as the waves of your release overtake you. His lips latch onto your neck as he uses his thumb and knee to help you come down from your high. His breath is trembling as he sucks and licks the sensitive skin on your neck, his face burning and cock throbbing.

He almost whines in your ear "Please, please princess, I need to fuck you so bad..."

Your fingers interlace with his messy curls and he lifts up his head to meet your eyes. His cheeks and ears are burning red, eyes pleading and hooded with lust.

You softly whisper "I need you."

The same second he hears those words, his working hand frantically works his belt and the pants, a sigh of relief leaving his lips as his hot leaking cock is freed. He wants to take his sweet time with you, worshipping you, but he's already on the brink.

And you're so impatient; you pull your panties to the side and take his cock in your hand and tease the tip against your dripping pussy, the action making the man above you whimper.

"Fuck, princess!" He moves your hand away and squeezes the angry red tip. "Watching you got me so worked up, I don't think I'm gonna last long." He admits with a weak smile.

You pull him into a soft kiss "That's okay, you already made me cum so hard."

He kisses your lips and slowly starts sliding in, a gasp leaving both of your lips. He rests his forehead against yours, eyes squeezed shut as he eases into your sopping cunt.

You bite his delicious bottom lip as he buries himself to the hilt, your walls fluttering around his cock and you feel like you're about to cum again. You release his bottom lip and you move onto kissing his jaw and neck. Fuck, he smells so good.

He stays still as he tries to hold onto his sanity. His hot breath fans over your ear "You're squeezing me so hard, doll."

You wiggle your hips and press his lower back, urging him to start moving. Exhaling a shaky breath, his hips slowly start rolling, yours moving at the same pace. Mewls and moans are leaving your lips, as his cock keeps stroking the sweet spot inside you, glazing his length in your slick.

Rafayel needs to make you cum around his cock, but he’s already so painfully close, with your wet walls squeezing him so hard, your pretty lips on his neck and your bewitching voice in his ear.

He was so captivated by you that he almost forgot about the little toy lying next to you.

Your eyes widen when you see him snatch the toy and turns it on to a higher setting and props himself up, angling his hips to reach your swollen and twitching bundle of nerves. Intense shocks of pleasure take over your body as he starts rubbing the vibrator again, and in seconds you're a whimpering mess as his cock thrusts into you, repeatedly hitting that sensitive spot, and his hand pressing the toy on your clit.

"Raf - I -" Is all you manage to say before another orgasm overtakes you, your breath catching in your throat and for a second you think you're going to pass out. You can barely hear Rafayel's soothing and strained whispers of you how gorgeous you are and how pretty you sound.

But hear him whimper "I'm gonna cum, princess."

He tosses the drenched vibrator to the side and with a squelching sound pulls out of you, and your hips twitch as he presses the tip against your still throbbing clit as he jerks himself off, ropes of hot cum spilling all over your belly and drenched cunt. You’re thankful he pulled up your dress in the process, but you wouldn’t mind if he stained it.

After both of you take a moment to catch your breath, he puts his weight on you and you wrap your arms around his back squeezing him tight.

He peppers you with soft kisses all over your cheeks, your nose, your eyelids. His fingers caress your face.

He chuckles with that playful smirk on his lips. "I should snoop around your stuff more often."

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