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snoop the bling, cs55xreader
part 1 part 3 part 4
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pairing: carlos sainz x reader
summary: summer break starts and that means traveling with a snoopy plushie and a boyfriend (or maybe a future husband). Also, his friend is there.
format: social media au
a/n: people asked for this and I deliver cause i love snoopy
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carlossainz55 Best way to spend summerđâïž
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user1 here before yn calls carlos his sweet baby or smh cute like that
ynraces SLUT
user1 oh that is not it
ynraces đ€€đ„I love u my unemployed princess
carlossainz55 I dont know what to think about this
carlossainz55 but I love you toođ
user2 WHERE IS THE CHILD, THE BABY
ynraces hes safe ashore!!
user3 wait im new, they have a baby??
user4 nođđ they call ynâs snoopy their baby
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ynraces Mallorca with my baby loveđđ€ż (and carlos is here too)
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user1 thank you for the blessing (carlos photo)
user2 theres a snoopy, theres a like
user3 a snoopy is always gonna be theređ this is ynâs page
landonorris Enjoy your alone time for nowđ
ynraces im expecting you with HATE btw dont come
landonorris Iâll be there soon and heâll be with međđ€
ynraces youre sick!! homewrecker!!!
landonorris girl fuck your baby snoopy
ynraces BRO??? carlos say sumđđ
carlossainz55 Please donât fight in the commentsâ€ïž you have the vacation for that
ynraces đ€Ą
user4 that snoopy deserves some rest god
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landonorris
Oh she really doesnât have a clue
carlossainz55
Nođ
I didnât insist either
Donât want her to get suspicious
landonorris
I canât wait to take the pictures now HAHA
Everything is ready btw just waiting for you both
carlossainz55
Okđ
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carlossainz55 She said yes! â€ïžđ Thank you Yn for being the woman you are, I canât wait to call you my wife. I love you more than anything in this world.
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ynraces đ„čđ„č Love you soooo much
carlossainz55 â€ïžâ€ïž
user1 OMG OMG
user2 chat is this real??
user3 now thats a rockkkkk
charles_leclerc Congratulations guysđâ€ïž
carlossainz55 Thanks mate!
user4 imagine driving in f1 with your wife THE DREAM
landonorris Wow what a beautiful ringđ€© The friend that helped chose it must be the best
carlossainz55 đ€«
ynraces u did great for once congrats
landonorris đ€©đ€©
user5 Carlos must be crying and jumping seeing this interaction
user6 his wife and his boy lmao
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ynraces swipe for a surprise!đȘ
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ynraces pinned Te amo mucho, Carlos. â€ïž You are my everything.
carlossainz55 Te amo tambienđ
user1 IS THIS HOW I FIND OUT?
user2 me 2 đ I wish I saw Carlos post first
user3 wym I cant marry Yn anymore
user4 Ohhh are we going to see two sainz in the grid now
lewishamilton Congrats you twođ«¶
ynraces thank u lew!
user5 I was worried Snoopy wasnât gonna be here but Yn delivered as always
landonorris Cool photosđ Call me for the wedding too
ynraces I dont want you crying at the wedding too iugh
landonorris those were happy tearsđ
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a/n: The snoopy story continuous!! if you liked it and want to see more just say sođ©· my asks are open!!
#f1#f1 fanfic#f1 smau#f1 x reader#f1 imagine#cs55#cs55 x reader#carlos sainz x reader#carlos sainz#cs55 imagine#snoopycarlos
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hello dearest đ„°
hard hours are open? so are my legs for this:
thoughts on writing a full story?
love you and your work, have a blessed new years â€ïž
7 minutes of compensation
<seonghwa x fem!reader x yunho>
Coming back upset and disappointed at how your date turned out, Seonghwa and Yunho decide on a way to compensate you, in their own pretty little way.
Rating: R - explicit
Genres/Warnings: pwp, smut, 3some, oral (f receiving), riding, orgasms, fratboys!ateez, pet names, unprotected sex, face fucking, cream pies, dacryphilia, fingering, reader is a brat and it's deserved, pussy slapping (only once)
Word count: 3.6K
a/n: super late on this one, but this prompt was perfect for @atzhouse frat boys event <3 enjoy and indulge heavily đ©· also thank you to my lovely @bro-atz for helping me develop the plot i could kiss u to death!!
Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff @choisansplushie @voicesinmyhead-rc @pre1ttyies @hwallazia @songmingisthighs @yeosangiess @interweab @mylovelymito @softwsan @yourlocaljonghoe @itza-meee @ywtf @jeon-ify
You were gonna fucking kill them. The both of them. As much as you adored them as your roommates, you swear they fucking sucked at matchmaking, or either that, their fraternity has men that are less than subpar.Â
Unfortunately for Yunho, he happened to be in the line of fire, and he got the heat firstâmeeting your cold gaze, then your sharp eye rolls which truthfully, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him until you blocked his path, arms folded tightly across your chest, your bottom lip sucked in from sheer annoyance, and even though Yunho pretty much towered over you, for once, you donât feel small.Â
âIs it a thing in your little groupie that none of yâall can even reach the bare minimum of being a man?â You spit, narrowing your eyes, tilting your head.Â
Yunho scrunches his eyebrows in confusion. âIâm not following, y/nâ, he replies. Even though you know heâs being honest, unfortunately, heâs still part of the stupid fraternity, and technically he seconded introducing this poor excuse of a male to you.
âWhereâs Park Seonghwa? Is he hiding from me because he fucking knew that son of a bitch was a sorry excuse of a man?â You grunt, attempting to push past Yunho, who quickly grabs you by the shoulders before you actually start acting on impulse and causing some property damage. It works. Barely.
âHey, hey. Y/n, you need to tell me what happened before you decide to burn our dorm to the ground,â Yunho says, trying to meet your glacial eyes. God, Yuhno is so fucking lucky that he has a personality of a cotton ball because thatâs what he could turn you into in an instant just with his gentle voice and soft demeanor. You kind of knew it wasnât really his fault that the male he and Seonghwa introduced ended up being completely a piece of shit, but still.Â
No. You werenât about to falter at Yunhoâs warm gaze and the way heâs leaning into you, his hands firm on your shoulders. Deep inside, you knew Yunho was the last person to be unreasonable.Â
Your hard stare is slowly softening and the hostility is slowly dissolving much to your dismay, but you still hold your pout, now turning more cranky than mad.
You decide taking a deep breath to start your complaint would be the right way about it, especially since it helped with hiding your tears that were just threatening to fall.Â
At that moment, Seonghwa emerges from his room, having heard the commotion from the common space, his face as clueless as Yunhoâs. Yunho turns away from you, the grip on your shoulders lightening as he stands up straight to look at the older male.Â
Seonghwaâs stare blank as he shuts his door, âI heard my name. Whatâs going on?â
Now there the three of you wereâon your bed, Seonghwa on your left, Yunho on your right, the both of them exchanging glances at each other, not wanting to break the silence or youâd end up breaking their necks. Your arms are still crossed, and your expression now a pout rather than some intention to commit murder within the dorm. You made them sit with each other in complete silence while you decided to take a shower to hopefully wash off the vexation, obviously to no avail. At least you smelled nice.
âThe guy the both of you introducedâ, you huff another deep breath, ânot only fucking sucked in bed but tell me why none of you told me he was fucking someone else?âÂ
Another exchange of glances, this time with panic and confusion swirling in their eyes. You stand up and face them, your hands on your hips.
âWe swear we didnât knowâ, Seonghwa is the first to respond, his hands raised defensively. âHe said he was interested in you, and we justâŠâ
âLinked the both of you up, since you offhandedly mentioned that he was pretty cuteâ, Yunho continues.Â
You smile, which doesnât reach your eyes on top of dripping with anything but kindness or satisfaction, well, given the complete fuckery your stupid date put you through. You lean forward, stroking Seonghwaâs jaw, and for a moment, he seems entranced by your gaze, growing slightly breathless for a split second.
âDid you know who he was fucking?â You ask, and it comes off as a rhetorical pop quiz question, which both Seonghwa and Yunho knew better than even trying to guess, lest you have their heads in your arms by the time this is over.Â
Seonghwaâs tongue slips out, wetting his plump lips out of nervousness. Sometimes you think Seonghwa looks absolutely delectable when he stares up at you with his doe eyes. You watch him shake his head.Â
Then you let go of the poor man, leaving him to catch his breath on top of having the smell of your body soap almost shutting the rest of his senses down.
âHis ex-girlfriendâ, you spit, accompanied by a roll of your eyes. Both males had expressions that were equivalent to being a deer in headlights, which slightly cushioned your hostility because it seemed that they genuinely didnât know about this.Â
âIâm sorry to hear about thatâ, Yunho says, and thereâs a glint of guilt in his eyes you barely catch. His hands reach out to yours, hoping to appease your anger slightly, and Seonghwa mirrors his reaction.
âY/n, Iâll make sure he never contacts you ever, alright?â Seonghwa follows, his fingers gently stroking yours, making a mental note to bash his fraternity mate into the wall when he has the chance to. âYunho and I will make sure of that.â
âI canât believe he fucking fumbled a chance like thatâ, Yunho mutters.Â
You remove your hands from the two males, crawling towards the headboard, letting your head rest on the endless amount of pillows, both Seonghwa and Yunho trailing you with their eyes, watching the way your shorts were riding dangerously up your thighs.Â
âI want compensation, from the both of youâ, you remark, your eyes darting to your phone screen, gradually getting distracted as your anger slowly dissipates. âOn top of him being a piece of shit, he fucks like a loser. You have guys like that in your fraternity to represent how yâall fuck or what?âÂ
It takes less than a millisecond for Seonghwaâs gaze to darken, which you donât notice until your phone gets snatched from your hands. You are about to part your lips to complain, that is, until you see the poison dripping from Seonghwaâs gaze. Before you can register it, a pair of arms lift you from below, and youâre facing Seonghwa, while being seated on Yunhoâs lap. Yunhoâs arms are wrapped around you, and you realise youâre trapped.Â
âNo, Angel. We donât fuck like that piece of shit doesâ, Seonghwa corrects you, his voice calm and almost angelic, if it wasnât for the fact that his tone is tinted with anything but.Â
âWe fuck better.â
âYou shouldnât lump us with guys like him, that hurts our feelings yâknowâ, Yunho chimes behind you, his voice tickling your ear.Â
Seonghwaâs lips are inches away from yours, âBelieve me, weâll compensate you fully.â
You feel your heart hammering in your chest, the tension in the air climbing up in levels at a rapid pace. Seonghwa doesnât intend to give you the time to form your thoughts before his lips are on yours, gentle yet greedy, growing more possessive by the second, and you let yourself melt into his lips, his touch, his seduction.Â
Soft moans escape your lips the more Seonghwa lets his tongue swipe yours and your lips. Fuck. Yunhoâs fingers snake underneath your shirt, sending goosebumps all over your abdomen until he reaches your tits, and his fingers begin to roll your nipples against his fingertips as he alternates between squeezing your full tits, enjoying the whimpers youâre voicing while Seonghwa makes a mess out of your lips. Your mind is slowly slipping, and the next thing youâre feeling is the way your panties are getting soaked by the second.Â
Seonghwa pulls back, licking away the string of saliva connecting both of your lips, watching your lips swollen and your face flush, with a smile on his face.Â
Yunhoâs hands leave your tits, and he brings up your shirt past your shoulders while Seonghwa pulls off your shorts, exposing the pretty wet patch on your panties.Â
âLook at you, so pretty and wet for usâ, Yunho hums, his hand reaching down past your panties, and you gasp at the feeling of his fingertips drawing circles on your wet clit. He does it so painfully slow and you swear heâs doing it on purpose.Â
âYunho-â, you mutter breathlessly, your hands grabbing his muscled arm. Seonghwa pulls your panties to the side, revealing your soaking pussy, just begging to be filled up. Yunho shifts his hands from underneath your panties to where Seonghwa had pulled them to the side.
They werenât about to let you have your way, at least not yet.Â
âNow, are you taking back what you said about us fucking like losers?â Seonghwa asks, guiding Yunhoâs fingers going back to circling between your clit and your sopping hole. You swear you were about to lose your fucking mind.Â
You stare at Seonghwa, eyes slowly getting glazed out the more Yunhoâs fingertips grazed along your clit.Â
âNo.â
Yunhoâs hand makes impact on your cunt, making you gasp, your eyes blowing open from the shock that climbed along your spine, the sound wet and loud.Â
âWrong answer, dollfaceâ, Yunho hisses into your ear, barely giving you a second to catch your breath before his fingers plunge into your cunt, your head falling back against his shoulders, a broken curse slipping past your lips.
âFuck, youâre so fucking wet. Youâve just been thinking of this, havenât you?â Yunho curses, feeling your soft walls squeeze against his fingers whenever his fingers enter you on top of the pretty squelching sounds your pussy was making for him.Â
Yunho presses against your g-spot, and you jolt slightly, your legs spreading wider on instinct accompanied by another moan, and it doesnât go unnoticed by the two males.
Yunhoâs suddenly fingers pull out and youâre ready to protest from the denial, until you feel something harder and thicker pressing against your spine. Shit.Â
Seonghwa unlocks your phone and taps on the timer app, filtering through numbers before he shifts the screen to your view.
âWeâll make you cum in seven minutes as compensation, Angelâ, Seonghwa promises. He looks so confident too. âIf we donât, then you can do whatever you want with us.â
âBut if we do, youâll take back your words, and weâll do whatever we want with you, with your consent of courseâ, Yunho adds.Â
Truthfully, the deal was a matter of pride rather than anything else, and you being sandwiched by your hot roommates on top of it? Just the cherry on top.Â
âFineâ, you agree, and Yunho, tips your chin to face him, lowering himself to press his lips on yours before passing you over to Seonghwa, who also seals the deal with a kiss.Â
âThatâs a good girlâ, Seonghwa hums, pressing his thumb against the corner of your lips. âYunho should fuck you, right? Since he was the first person who caught your heat.âÂ
âBut heâs-â
âItâll fit, dollface. Iâve seen the dildos you fuck yourself with. My dick will fit you just perfectlyâ, Yunho cuts you off, leaving your heart to slam against your chest.Â
Yunho lifts you up as he positions you right about his thick cock before he lowers you down, completely splitting you open as his cock fills you up all the fucking way, leaving your thoughts and sanity somewhere else by now.Â
âHow are you feeling, Angel?â Seonghwa even has the courtesy to fucking ask. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, both from pleasure and pressure.Â
âSo fuckinâ full. Fuckâ, you mutter, your mind in a complete haze as you attempt to adjust to Yunhoâs size. Seonghwa swallows hard at the way your pussy is just stretching to fit Yunho in plain sight before he starts the timer.Â
Then he lowers himself to your filled cunt, and licks up your clit, making you jerk.
Oh boy, these two are definitely about to drive you crazy.
Your head falls onto Yunhoâs shoulders as you try to pace your breathing, but with Seonghwa at your cunt lapping your cream while Yunho has your pussy filled? It seemed like an impossible mission.Â
As Yunho fits into you, dragging against your walls and pressing dangerously close to your g-spot, Seonghwaâs slow and wet licks against your clit only stimulated and soaked you more to widen up to further fit in Yunhoânow a complete cycle of hell of Seonghwa eating your pussy out making Yunhoâs cock sit deeper in you which in turn made your clit all the more sensitive towards Seonghwa eating your cunt out. You were sure you wouldnât last long at this rate.Â
A quick glance at the timerâtwo minutes had passed, and yet it felt like an eternity from how much stimulation you were getting. Soon enough, you were confident that time wouldnât even exist as a whole.Â
Your body shudders in pleasure once more when Seonghwa licks another stripe up your cunt, trying to hold your composure, only for it to be broken down when Seonghwaâs wet lips suck on your clit, your mind blanking out from the sensation.Â
âSuch a good fucking girl for us, y/nâ, Yunhoâs gentle voice barely registering in your head. He glances at the timer. âFour more minutes for us to break you. You know itâs okay to just let go and ruin your bedsheets right? Weâll wash them for you.â Jesus fucking Christ.
The numbers on the timer on your phone continue to descend agonisingly slow and the looming, ticklish feeling of an orgasm is just threatening to spill over at any moment. Your mind begins to drift off, shrouded in the mist of pleasure, with Yunho, low moans as the icing on the cake whenever he feels your walls squeeze around you, his praises sounding like a hymn.Â
Seonghwa switches between his tongue and fingers, the only denominator is him making sure to send you off the edge, casting his gorgeous eyes upwards to meet yours, watching your reactions like a hawk. The cream around the base of Yunhoâs cock grows thicker every time he pulls out from your stretched hole.
At the sixth minute, you realise you are a lost causeâSeonghwa licking and grazing his fingertips against your wet clit while Yunho has his cock balls deep in you, hitting deep fucking spots in your cunt.Â
âFuck, fuck, fuckâ, you cry out, your eyes screwed shut, barely processing Yunhoâs kisses down your neck as he stuffs you full once more. Seonghwa pulls back, licking your cream off his lips before they pull into a smirk, then making sure he overstimulates and sends your whole body into an orbit with his fingers on your clit. Stars scatter and burst into your eyelids, you barely were able to keep them open when your cum spurts out of you, alongside your cries about feeling so fucking good while you screamed both of Yunho's and Seonghwaâs names, diluting the cum from Yunho who fills you up warm seconds after.Â
Both men watch you unravel in complete awe and adoration. They should have done this sooner if they knew your cunt would be this fucking good.
âSix minutes and fifteen secondsâ, Seonghwa brings up your phone with a smile. âYou did fare pretty well, Angel.â
He lifts you off Yunhoâs cock, his cum trickling past your trembling inner thighs, and Yunho groans from the sensitivity, giving his wet cock a couple of pumps. You were not in any position to complain, not when your body is barely recovering from your high, because youâre on your stomach, facing Yunhoâs thick cock, your eyes rolling back once more when you feel Seonghwaâs cock stretching you open once more. Your face buried in the sheets, your fist digging into the fabric, your ass automatically lifting to accommodate Seonghwa.
âFuck. Youâre still so fucking tight, Angel. Were you waiting for me to fuck you next? Youâre just begging for me to fuck Yunhoâs cum out of you, arenât you?â
You could only muster a weak whine of Seonghwaâs name before Yunhoâs cock gently taps on your cheek. You look up at Yunho, your eyes completely glazed out, realising your mouth suddenly feeling very empty.
As Seonghwa slides his cock out of you, your phone suddenly lights up, the vibration catching both boysâ attention. Yunho glances over and cocks an eyebrow when he sees the caller ID flash across the screen. He looks over at Seonghwa who catches his eye, then nods to his older friend to pick up the call. Seonghwa reaches over, even as heâs still fucking his cock in you, and slides answer.
âHey.â
âHello? Seonghwa Hyung? Isnât this y/nâs phone?â
Seonghwa glances down at you, ass still bouncing off his fat cock while taking Yunhoâs cock in your mouth, your body twitching from time to time on top trying to fit Yunho in your mouth.Â
âY/nâs not available right now. Sheâs a littleâŠpreoccupied.â
Thereâs a pause for a moment.Â
âO-oh. âCause I was meaning to talk to her about the ex-girlfriend thing and-â
âH-Hwaâ, you whimper, feeling your brain short-circuiting every time his hips snap against yours, feeling your brain up with nothing but just cock. Seonghwa returns your look with nothing less than affection before he bothers to focus back on his friendâs endless amount of excuses for acting like a piece of shit.
âYou donât need to anymore, dude.â
âWhat? Wait I donât-â
Seonghwa smirks into the phone. âSheâs not interested anymoreâAh fuck, thatâs it Angel.â
âWhat the fuck is going on there?!â
Seonghwa only chuckles in reply, hitting the loudspeaker for Yunho to reply him, âDonât worry about y/n, sheâs well taken care of. Better than however the fuck you did, thatâs for sure.â Yunho strokes your jaw, encouraging you to fit more of him in your mouth, biting back a curse when look up at him with doe eyes, spit and precum just coating his cock every time you bob your head.
âWe definitely need a little talk when we see you. Until then, maybe learn to fuck betterâ, Seonghwa adds, before disconnecting the line, ignoring the sudden myriad of messages barging and spamming your inbox from said male. Well, you were busy.Â
Seonghwaâs attention snaps back to you once more when he feels your cunt squeeze around him, and the way your pussy is just endlessly creaming on his cock is just driving Seonghwa closer to his high, partnered with the obscene sounds bouncing off the walls he knew his fraternity brother definitely heard. Â
âThatâs a good fucking girl. Youâre doing so well for me. Fuck. Iâm gonna cum. So fucking close, Angelâ, Seonghwa hisses, his thrusts becoming more erratic, cock mindlessly hitting deeper spots of your poor cunt before he feels you completely let go and cum right on his cock as well, his warm cum filling up your cunt.
Yunho isnât faring any better, his eyes are glazed out at the way your throat is closing around his cock every time he slips it in, and when your eyes roll back with your mouth covering the entirety of his cock, clenching him again at the back of your throat, Yunho canât help but cum down your tight pretty throat with a strangled groan, along with praises of you taking his cock like his good little girl, and how youâre taking all of his cum so well, which only makes your mind buzz with pleasure on top of both of your holes being filled up.Â
Yunho jerks back slightly on instinct from the overstimulation, before his hands cup your jaw to assist you pull out. Cum dribbles down the corner of your lips from your futile attempt to swallow it all, but Yunho simply grabs a handful of tissues for you to spit in should you need to. Then his lips press onto your forehead, his voice like honey in your ears as he praises you for taking him and Seonghwa.Â
Seonghwa on the other hand, had pulled out of you, swallowing hard as his cum mixed with Yunhoâs seeps past your folds, dripping onto his half hard cock. Seonghwa thinks he could go another round, but not now. The thought of ruining your pussy over and over again is definitely the most enticing to him, Â but he makes mental note to delete and block the twatâs number on your phone while you go wash up.Â
The exhaustion is slowly kicking into your body, considering youâve never been fucked this good, but Yunho insists to wash you up before you rest in either one of their rooms, which you donât put up much of a fight against, considering the state of you right now.Â
Yunho, slightly displeased that Seonghwa insisted on snuggling on his bed as well, the three of you sharing Yunhoâs bed, with you in the middle. As Seonghwa combs through your hair with his fingers, you suddenly remember the phone call.Â
You look up to both of them and ask, âWho called just now?â Evidently, you were so deep into your pleasure that who called didnât even register in your mind, the faint memory of the dull vibration of your phone being the only thing you recall.Â
Yunho and Seonghwa exchange glances before their eyes shoot back to you. Yunho forces a smile and Seonghwa continues to stroke your head, slowly lulling you into an exhausted slumber.Â
âNo one important. Someone we can thank for being able to compensate you, darlingâ, are the last words you barely process before you fall asleep in their arms.
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pairings: Onyankopon x black!reader
warnings: beach sex, fluffy
a/n: this was something i quickly put together bc guess what y'all. a bitch turns 22 today!!!! AHHHHHH. à»ê°àŸàœČá” á” á” ê±àŸàœČ১ we'll see if im sober enough later to share some pictures, but i do hope yall enjoy this fic. she's very cutesy
Birthday wishes
Loved. That's the feeling coursing through your body as the ones you loved sang you happy birthday. Your cheeks hurting from the attention and laughter due to Jean and Eren's off key singing.
Looking up from the dessert decorated with flames your eyes scanned the tent before landing on him.
The single dimple decorating his left cheek was prominent as he happily sang along with the group. The most handsome smile being sent your way as your eyes locked, giving you a full display of his gold grills decorated with your initials on each upper canine.
To say Onyankopon was a good boyfriend was an understatement. He was everything and more when it came to your wishes in a man. He was respectful, kind, passionate, extremely handsome, and the most caring man you had ever met.
Birthdays had never been your thing due to something always going wrong leaving you sad at the end of the night. However, with Ony he made it his mission to have you feel properly celebrated, always leaving you feeling like a princess by the end of the night.
Throughout the entire 3 years of your relationship, he seemed to make each birthday better than last. This year being a surprise trip to Bora Bora.
Forcing yourself to break eye contact with him you looked back down at the dessert just as the song ended.
âGirl, make a wish. I'm hungryâ Sasha blurted out immediately, earning a chorus of laughs and a light shove from Mikasa.
Quickly thinking of a wish, you lightly blew out the candles and basked in the cheers and applause sent your way.
After hours of having all attention on you, there was finally a time when you and Ony could run off together.
Silently the two of you walked hand in hand as you listened closely to the crashing of the waves.
âYou having a good day?â He broke the silence once no longer in the eyesight of your friends
âI amâ You smiled brightly as you stopped to admire the sunset âI can't thank you enough for doing this, Onyâ
A small chuckle escaped him as he stopped to look at you.
Unable to tear his eyes away from your face as his heart melted at the glow the orange hue dancing on your face gave you.
God, you were just so beautiful to him. The way you smiled down to the way the soft breeze lightly blew your sundress was enough to make him fall in love all over again.
âDon't thank me, princess. You deserve this and moreâ He voiced as his large hands gripped your waist, a gentle hum leaving him as he finally felt satisfied with the feeling of your body flushed against him.
âIâd do anything for you. I'm just blessed to have you in my lifeâ He admitted, voice softer than before.
Leaning down his lips brushed over the sensitive skin of your neck before trailing up to lightly place a kiss on your lips
Before you knew it you were staring up at the colorful hues of the sky as he delivered slow and passionate strokes
âOnyâ You mewled softly, nails scratching across his back as he practically laid on top of you.
"Mhmm?" He murmured, his voice vibrating against your neck before lifting his head to stare into your eyes
There was nothing you could do but drown in those chocolate brown eyes. Complete bliss surrounding you as the waves seemed to time perfectly with his delicate movements.
âI love you so muchâ You finally gasped out. Voice wavering due to the intense amount of love and pleasure coursing through your veins.
âI love you too, mamaâ He whispered, strong arms reaching down to hook under your leg, giving him a better angle
The moment was perfect. The crashing of the waves, transition into nightfall, and grunts that slipped past Onyâs lips
You weren't exactly a true believer in wishes but at this moment in time you were the biggest believer of all.
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{Fake It Like You Love Me} Azriel x Reader x Xaden Riorson x Cassian
*slowly creeps up from the depths of hell* Heeeeeeeey, glad you guys remember I still exist đđ First off, THANK YOU for 600 followers. That's insane and I don't deserve you all so thank you so fucking much. SECONDDDD, here is another part of my Fuck Away The Pain series!! Sorry this has taken me so long to do, but I think you for your patience. As always, let me know what you think and feel free to drop a request if you have any!!! Enjoy! Title and series inspired by this song.
Part 1: {Show Me Where It Hurts} Part 2: {Dirty Little Curse} these do not need to be read in order to be enjoyed!
Word Count: 7,630
Warnings: Smut. Like... an alarming amount of smut. ACOTAR x FOURTH WING, Dom/Sub, MMMF, use of the nicknames "pet" and "sir", oral (M and F receiving), pet play, degrading, praise kink, choking, spanking, cum eating, unprotected sex.
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Summary: It is just after the legendary snowball fight. Azriel, Cassian, Rhys and Xaden are in the sauna while you, Mor, and Feyre are inside the cabin. Once Rhys leaves, it seems that there is a vacant spot that needs to be filled.
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âSo, explain this to me again?â
âEvery year, they have a snowball fight. They just keep going and going and going until thereâs a winner,â Feyre explains. âThis is the first time you and Xaden are here so I think theyâre taking it easy.â
From off to the side of the cabin, we hear a shout and then a chorus of laughter.Â
âMaybe not,â Mor says, peeking out the window. âCassian just decked Riorson in the face.â
I giggled, sipping my warm tea and curling my legs under myself. âProbably made fun of Cassianâs hair or something. Called him a wet dog.â
âYou know damn well that animal will come in here and shake like one too.â
âAnd after the sauna? Yuck, itâs going to smell for ages in here,â Mor shakes her head.
âThe sauna?â
Both of them stop dead in their tracks, exchanging a knowing glance. Feyre looks at me with a twisted smirk. âYou donât know about the sauna?â
âShould I be afraid?âÂ
âDefinitely,â Mor grins, setting down her cup. âAfter they get done, they all go into the sauna together.â
âNaked?â I dare to ask.
âTerribly so,â Feyre adds. âA few years ago, on my first trip to the cabin, I got Rhys kicked out because⊠well, he just couldnât stop thinking of me.â
I damn near choked. Then I burst out laughing. I can imagine it. Rhys, Azriel and Cassian sitting in the sauna together. It must be some sort of rule they have. If one of them gets a little too hot and bothered, theyâre out. But the thought of them all in there, Azriel and Xaden sweating⊠does some pretty magical things to my brain.
And the space between my thighs.
âGods you are just as bad as they are, Yn,â Mor fake gags, coming to sit next to me. âDonât get too excited. None of us have ever been in, and none of us ever will.â
âReally? Thatâs kind of shocking, honestly.â There hasnât been one exception? âI know Cassian is a bit of aâŠâ
âMale whore?â Mor fills in the blank. It makes me giggle.Â
âI donât quite know everyone well enough to make those assumptions, but Cassian definitely gives off a certain⊠aura.â
âOh please, heâd take it as a compliment,â Mor smiles, playing with some of my loose hair. âBut no, not even him. Now, what I cannot believe is how you ended up with both Az and Riorson. That is truly a work of art.â
I canât help the smile that blooms onto my face. âSome are just more blessed than others.â
Feyre barks a laugh, âIâll say. You got lucky with those two, you know.â
âI know. Weâre not likeâ together together, but they take very good care of me. I honestly kind of like it. It's all the best parts of a relationship without having to worry about if everyone is getting enough attention. They give me what I need, and I give them what they need.â
âHave you ever asked for more? To be in a real relationship?â Mor asks, curiosity getting the best of her. Feyre smacks her in the shoulder. âOw!â
âDonât be insensitive,â the High Lady reprimands.Â
âDonât be silly,â I wave them off. âIâve thought about it, but I donât think thatâs what I want. Sure, being in love is great and all, but why complicate it? We work flawlessly together right now, why change? If either of them brings it up, Iâll be open to the idea. But for right now Iâm thriving. They are far too generous anyway. They constantly bring me gifts or invite me out to dinner. Theyâre doing enough for me. Far more than enough.â âNot to mention the world's best sex,â Mor wiggled her eyebrows at me. âWhatâs it like with the two of them? Are the rumors of the Illyrian true? What about Xaden, is he packing too? Gods I bet he is, isnât he? Now, I am the last Fae in Prythian whoâd want to be taken by two males, but⊠for the both of them? I might reconsider. Tell me, does Az-â
âCauldron boil me,â Feyre sighs. âIâm getting a drink.â
âOoh! Will you bring me-â
âNo,â Feyre scolds, heading into the kitchen.
âCrony bitch.â
âI heard that!â Feyre shouts from the other room.Â
Mor and I share a laugh, snuggling in close together. âThis is so fun.â
âIsnât it?â Mor says, âYouâre always welcome back, Yn. Iâm not sure Iâve ever seen Az so relaxed. He looks⊠happy. And I canât vouch for Riorson but he looks like he needs this too.â
âYeah itâs been a stressful couple weeks for Xaden. There was a huge issue in his homeland and he nearly lost his life. His dragon is bonded to someone else in his squad, and her dragon almost died. It was scary. Iâm just glad heâs okay. On the flight up here he was giving me all his strategies on how he was going to win.â Thereâs a loud cackle from outside and the sound of bodies running into each other. I looked over the back of the couch, seeing Xaden at the bottom of the pile, snow being shoveled into his face. âGuess they didnât work so well.â
âTheyâre probably done now,â Mor explains.
âSauna time?â
âSauna time.â
The door opens and the four males clamber in, shaking snow from their hair and clothes.Â
âIâm gonna get you back for that Rhys,â Xaden grins, evil intent behind those onyx eyes.Â
âIâd like to see you try. Hey Mor, hi Yn. Whereâs Feyre?â Rhys pats the top of Morâs head, offering me a kind smile.Â
âIn the kitchen!â She calls, the High Lord following the sound of her voice.Â
Cassian makes a b-line for the couch, shaking his head like a mutt. Mor squeals, I just shut my eyes and take the damage. When I open them, he snickers and sits on the floor, sighing loudly. âAnd that makes 181 wins for yours truly.â
âThen he must have cheated,â Mor gags, wiping off Cassianâs grime with the bottom of her shirt. âFor fucks sake Cass you stink.â
âIâm a hard working male,â he begs to differ.
âOnly thing youâre working is gonna be my foot in your ass,â Mor chides, standing up. âIâm going to shower, I smell like a dog.â
âYou wish you smelled as good as me. Sorry to catch you in the crossfire, Yn.â
âItâs all good,â I smile, rubbing the few drops I got off on my sleeve.Â
But the look on Xadenâs face when he comes to sit next to me reflects anything but. Heâs got a scowl directed at Cassian, but he makes quick work of masking it, planting a kiss on my cheek. A moment later, Azriel does the same thing.Â
âShould you be sitting on the couch?â I ask. Xadenâs hair a soaking wet mess, his clothes more the same.Â
âTrust me,â Azriel chimes in, âThere have been far worse things on this couch.â
I blink at him, wondering if I would need to burn my clothes after this. He plops down next to me, slinging an arm over the back of the couch behind my shoulders.Â
Cassian looks between all three of us. Clearly seeing the size difference and taking notes about it. âI should probably keep my mouth shut.â
âThat would be wise, brother,â Azriel grumbles, stretching out his legs. âWhere's Rhys? Im fucking freezing and I wanna go in the sauna.â
âHeâs in the kitchen with Feyre,â Mor said, rounding the corner from the washroom. She clearly didnât shower, but she smelled much better. âAnd we all know what happened the last time the two of them were left alone here.â
âWhat happened?â Xaden and I asked at the same time.Â
âNothing,â Azriel, Cassian and Mor responded in unison.Â
The dragon rider and I shared a look, a silent promise to ask Az about it later. We had a nice evening planned, dinner with everyone, and then they were going to let Az, Xaden and I spend the night in the cabin. Weâve never been here before today so it was a generous offer. I can tell how much this place means to all of them.Â
No one needs a vivid imagination to get an idea of whatâs going to happen later.Â
âFuck him,â Cassian pushes to his feet, binding his hair back with a strip of leather. âCome on, let's get started. He can decide later if he wants to join.â
Cassian and Xaden head out the door, but Az stays seated next to me. âHaving fun?â
âOf course,â I reassured, patting his thigh. âMor and Feyre are very kind. And this is a lovely cabin.â
âGood, Iâm glad.â
âLooks like you two had a lot of fun,â I smile, resting my cheek on his damp shoulder. âYou smell far better than Cassian.â
âNaturally,â Az smirked. âAnd yes we did. Xaden needed it, you needed it. Itâs always just been the three of us every year, but it felt right to have Xaden here in the mix. You too, obviously.â
âGlad I could make the cut,â I joked, receiving a pinch on my ear.Â
âBrat.â
âThatâs not even close to me being a brat and you know it.â âDonât I ever,â he grinned, covering my mouth with his. Despite the chill coming from his body, his lips were warm and soft. Full of life, vibrance, and need. âBy the sound of it, Rhys wonât be joining us in the sauna. We wonât be in there long, will you bring us some towels around four?â
I looked at the analog on the wall, the hands reading 3:22pm. I nodded, âSure.â
He curled my hair around his fingers before standing, following the other two outside.Â
In the meantime, I hung out with Mor and we talked about random stuff. She tried to get more details about Az and Xaden, but I wasnât willing to give them up. We played a few card games, had a snack and a glass of wine before she winnowed off the mountain and back to Velaris to meet some friends at Ritaâs.Â
Just as I was curling up with a book, I felt a cool whisper circle my wrist. A strand of Azrielâs shadow wrapped around and around in a never ending bracelet. I smiled, looking at the clock. Just seven past four. I head for the closet, grabbing three thick, soft tan towels.Â
Damn, it's cold out here. How do they not freeze to death? I carefully step in their footsteps so my toes donât get frozen off. There is a little stone path to the sauna and I gladly jump from stone to stone. With the towels under my arm, I knock on the door.Â
âI brought your towels, theyâll be out here on this chest,â I shouted, unsure if theyâd be able to hear me through the thick wood paneling. There was a small jut out from the roof over the door, ensuring they wouldnât get covered with snow.
âWill you bring them in?â Xaden calls.
I skidded to a halt, damn near knocking myself over. Did he just say what I think he said? âI thought no females were allowed in the sauna?âÂ
âDonât be ridiculous,â Cassianâs voice boomed. âWe just need the towels so our bits donât freeze off. You can close your eyes if youâre scared.â
Scared? I wasnât scared, but I didnât particularly care to see Cassian sprawled out with all his glory on display. Well, okay that's a complete lie. Ever since I first saw the Lord of Bloodshed, I thought he was⊠well⊠hot. Heâs tall, all thick muscle and confidence. He knows heâs hot shit. Iâd imagine if he were a closer friend that confidence might piss me off, but I think heâs funny. He knows what heâs got and heâs not afraid to show it.Â
âAre you going to bring them or not?â Xaden shouts.
Oh. Right. The towels.Â
I take a steadying breath and push open the door. A wave of humid, damp air blasts me in the face, instantly melting the flecks of snow on my hair and lashes. There isnât a light save for a few windows to let some ventilation in. It's dark, but I can make out the three figures. Azriel and Xaden are to the left, and Cassian is to the right.Â
I keep my eyes on my boys and place towels in Xadens open arms. âThank you, my dear.â
âOf course,â I smile, carefully avoiding any glimpses of Cassian in my peripherals. Just before I can reach the safety of the outdoors, Azrielâs hand wraps around my wrist, gently tugging me in front of him. His other hand curls around my hip, pinning me still. âYes, my shadow?â
He all but purrs at the nickname. âStay.â
Stay. Stay? As in⊠in here? With him and Xaden and Cassian? âYou guys enjoy your time together.â
I tried to take another step, but he sat up, gripping my body to keep it positioned between his powerful legs. I trailed my eyes down his torso, seeing a bit of a surprise waiting for me. âI told you to stay.â
Heat flooded my body, a different heat than the one coursing through the sauna. I quickly glance at Xaden to see him exchanging a glance with Cassian across the way.
âI- I wouldnât want to kick Cassian out just because you want me, Az. Thatâs rude,â I say, my breath hitching when he slides his hands under my thick wool sweater. He rakes his nails down my back and I momentarily forget that there is a third set of eyes watching.Â
âI donât think Cassian would mind the show, would you, Cass?â Azriel looks around my torso at the Illyrian, and I have to force myself not to do the same.Â
There isnât a verbal response from him.Â
Az roughly grips my hips, forcing me to sit down in his lap. His mouth attaches to mine before I can make a sound. I flinch momentarily when he bites down on my lip, his pace fast and aggressive. The sauna is silent save for the sound of our lips meeting.Â
Sweat begins to swell around my hairline, trickling down the back of my neck. He removes my sweater and tosses it towards the open door. I wasnât wearing a bra, and the hot air coats my bare back. Azriel breaks the kiss, latching onto my neck and collar bone.Â
âAz,â I say, already breathless. âWh-What are you doing?â
âAre you telling me that youâve never thought about Cassian before?â
Shit. SHIT.
âI- well I didnât- not in the way you think I wouldâve I was just-â
âThat certainly didnât sound like a no, Yn,â Azriel looks up at me, a knowing glint in his eye. âDid you think I wouldnât notice?â
âI- I didnât think⊠I wouldâve never thought that-â
âYou have five seconds to tell me to stop. One.â
âAzriel I-â
âTwo.â He pushes me back to my feet.Â
My knees buckle and itâs an effort to keep myself upright in the sweltering humidity. âWhy would I have thought that you and Xaden would want-â
âThree.â He stands, towering over me.
I huff in annoyance. âAzriel, stop counting-â
âFour.â Az makes me take two steps back, advancing on me.
âXaden will you please fucking-â
âFive.â His fingers wrap around my throat and push me back. Directly into Cassian. A second set of hands find their way onto my body. Cassian grips my hips, keeping me from falling. I am deathly still. I hardly breathe. I donât dare make a noise. âYouâd like it if Cassian joined, wouldnât you?â
I donât respond.Â
âShe looks petrified,â Xaden points out very matter-of-factly.Â
âI like it when sheâs scared, she obeys when she is. Isnât that right pet?âÂ
One word. One stupid nickname and Iâm under his spell. Fuck, of course I want Cassian to join. I havenât ever seen him without clothes, but he doesnât leave much to the imagination. âI- I umm-â
âJust admit it and Iâll let you go,â Azriel demands, tightening his fingers for emphasis. Itâs nowhere near a dangerous amount, but it makes my breath hitch.
âYes yes,â I rush out, senses on fire.Â
âYes what, pet? Come on, you know the rules. If you want Cass to join you have to tell him.â
Azriel releases me, and if it werenât for Cassian holding me up, I wouldâve keeled over. The combination of the restricted airflow and the density of the heat in the sauna was going to make a lethal combo.Â
And I craved it.Â
I quickly slipped under, fully ready to play with the three of them. I gently turn and look down at Cassian. His bronze skin is shining with sweat, hair still bound behind his head. I take a deep breath, swallowing. âWould you like to play with us, Cassian?â
His eyes dilate, tongue darting out of his mouth to wet his lips. âI thought youâd never ask, darling.â
Relief floods me and I smile. I am so thrilled he said yes. I look over at Az and Xaden, waiting for their command. I desperately need them to tell me what to do. This is already so overwhelming in the best way possible.Â
âWhy donât you be a good girl and welcome Cassian, okay?â
I donât need to be told twice. Like he knows what I was thinking, his knees spread apart, inviting me in. I sink down to the floor and stare up at him through my wet lashes. âMessy or clean?â
A grin spreads across the Illyrians mouth. âOh, sheâs good. Messy, darling. I want to see you ruined.â
Cassianâs finger separated my lips and I sucked on his thumb. He pressed down on my tongue, and I swirled it around his digit. Meanwhile, his other hand fisted himself, and I couldnât help but take a glance.Â
Cauldron boil me aliveâ
I delicately reach a hand out and replace mine with his. The warrior's head falls back and he shuts his eyes. My hand is so much smaller than⊠well, every part of him. I stroke up and down, gently thumbing the small slit at the tip. A few drops slide down onto my finger and I generously lick them off. He definitely tastes similar to Az, but nothing like Xaden.Â
The moment my tongue circles him, he cuts loose a moan deep from his chest.Â
âFuck youâre so warm,â Cassian lifts his head, taking in the sight of me taking him in. I swallow around him, drawing more sounds out of him.Â
âI think what makes it so good is she loves doing it. Donât you, Yn? You love being stuffed full,â Azriel comes up behind me, his presence stealing my breath away. Maybe itâs the added heat that makes my head dizzy. âThatâs right, work him all the way down. Get him nice and deep.â
I push and push my head all the way down his cock, taking a moment to stay still, just emphasizing exactly what I can do. Cassian laughs at me, full on laughs. A mocking sort of sound that spreads goosebumps all across my skin. He bucks his hips, really testing how far he can push me.Â
âOh, sheâs good,â he grunts, head tipping back again. âKeep that perfect mouth moving, darling.â
My ears are ringing a little. Whether that be from the heat or the sheer overstimulation, itâs hard to tell, but I didnât react right away. The next thing I knew, one of Azrielâs hands was fisting my hair, the other braced at the back of my head. I nearly choked when I was ripped away and then slammed down onto his cock a few times.Â
âYou heard him, Yn. Take his cock like the good slut you are,â Azriel reprimanded. He continued to overpower me, making me work up and down on Cassian. I let my jaw go slack, along with my hands braced on Cassianâs thighs. I let out a content sigh as I was fucked on Cassianâs cock.Â
I rocked with Azriels movements. His grip singed my scalp and an ache formed in my jaw. It was familiar, ignorable, but present nonetheless. I was glad to have them doing all the work, it was far too hot in here to think clearly⊠even without the added exertion.
When Az decided I got the memo, he let go of my head and I continued the motions with steady practice. I closed my eyes, feeling every drop of sweat on my body. My thick, fleece lined leggings were beginning to soak through. Xadenâs calloused hands found their way to my waste and began to slide them off. With a pop, I pulled off of Cassian, giving my jaw a much needed break. Xaden peeled them from my legs, taking my underwear with them. But, before he let me sit back down, he laid down on his back, beckoning me to ease on top of him.Â
âSurely youâll suffocate, itâs already unbearably hot in here,â I huff, catching my breath.Â
âThen I shall go doing what I love most,â the dragon rider replies. âSit.â
I looked to Az, silently asking if this really was a smart decision. He just gave me a pointed nod with narrow eyes, a promise that if I didnât listen heâd make working for my release miserable. So I obeyed without a second thought.Â
The moment his tongue curled into me, I sighed. Aimlessly, my hand worked tentatively up and down Cassianâs shaft, drawing a few sounds out of the General. âLet me fuck your throat, darling.â
There mustâve been a sparkle in my eye because I grinned, opening wide for him to do so. His length was thick. Almost too thick. And long. Fucks sake everything about him was big. I was up for the challenge. As it hit the back of my throat, I relaxed, letting his hands fall around my ears. It was gentle at first, his thrusts long and even. I moaned in tandem with the licks I was receiving from Xaden, my mind a melted, scrambled mess of ecstasy. With a particularly hard suck on my clit, I jerked the opposite way Cassian was going.
âAh ah ah,â he chided, clicking his tongue. âYou donât get to run away from me. Take what youâve been given. Be a good fucking girl, Yn.â
I glance up at him, throat too full to make any noise. A third set of handsâ Azriels, so experienced and commanding, settled on my breasts, plucking and pulling. I could feel everything and nothing at the same time. My entire body was numb with pleasure, numb with exploration of the three of them.Â
Azriel. Xaden. Cassian. All three of them, the most powerful warriors of their respective worlds, all focused on one thing. One goal.Â
Me.Â
Cassian picked up his pace, the thrusts less deep, but far more firm. It was clear he was chasing his high, thick veins beginning to bulge in his arms⊠up his chest⊠in the column of his throat.Â
âShe does such a good job at taking it,â Cassian praises. âDoesnât gag, doesnât complain. Look at all those pretty tears. All for me, darling? Do I fuck you so good you need to cry? Itâs okay, Iâll lick them clean. Then make them spill down your neck again when I get to fuck your pussy.â
My heart thrashed in my chest, thighs shaking with the force of Xadenâs tongue against my core. I writhed my hips, breathing harshly through my nose every other thrust because thatâs all Cass would allow. At some point Azrielâs hands left the mix. I couldnât see him anywhere, but his presence remained. Those shadows replacing his skilled fingers.Â
My body was wound tight. I was already anticipating a fun night with just Azriel and Xaden. But now? With Cassian? A new fire had been set ablaze inside me. And it neededâ no, demanded, to be let out. I tried to warn Xaden, I tried to ask for permission, but I couldnât with Cassianâs grip on my head. I fiercely moaned, hips shaking so badly that Xaden had to lock me in place.Â
âYou can let go,â Azriel commanded from somewhere behind me. I silently thanked him.Â
Like a crack of lightning, my release barreled through me. I came so hard my vision whited out, a faint ringing bounding between my ears. Moans of pure pleasure spilled out of me and right onto Cassian. The extra vibrations mustâve done wonders from him because his grip faltered, as well as his pace. His head slumped forward and his eyes rolled shut.Â
âFuuuuck, whatever youâre doing to her, Riorson, you better not fucking stop. Keep her moaning like that. Fuck Iâm gonna cum so hard. Want it, pretty pet? Want my cum down your throat, filling your belly?â
He released my head, bidding me to give a verbal answer. After what Xaden just did to me, Iâm not sure thatâs physically possible. âP-Please, sirâ I sigh out, my voice in an atrocious state already. âWanna make you feel so so good.â
The use of âsirâ mustâve really done something to him. He sat up, a corrupt, unforgiving smile creeping onto his cruel lips. âSir? Thatâs a dangerous game, my darling.â
âShe doesnât mind a little bit of danger, does she?â Azriel grips my hair again, pulling my head back so I have to look up at him. I nod carefully, the strain in my neck almost too much. âYes she does. Now get to it, I'm getting impatient.â
Bad things happen when Azriel is left uncared for. And who was I to make him suffer?
I stuck out my tongue, a silent beg for Cassian to slip back in. He did without further coercion. The first time my nose brushed the soft hair on his pelvis, I couldâve sworn it was an accident. The second time, I realized it wasnât. I couldnât breathe, a small panic settling in every crevice of my body. I tried to keep calm, but between a relentless Xaden under me and a ruthless Cassian in front, it was near impossible.Â
âF-Fuck fuck fuck fuuuucccckkkk,â Cassian shouted, the muscles in his thighs and abdomen flexing. âGonna take it all? Itâs gonna be a lot, can you handle it, darling? Yeah I think you can. Iâll make you either way. Stay niiiiice and still for me- oh fuck-â
At the last second, he pulls me off about an inch and the humid, sweat filled scent of air floods into my nose. I drink his release down. Itâs thick and warm, salty and abundant. I hum around him as I swallow and swallow and swallow. My eyes fill with tears yet again and they escape down my cheeks.Â
Cassian shudders. With gentle laps of my tongue, I clean him up. He watches me attentively. I canât help the smile that forms on my lips when our eyes meet.Â
âYouâŠâ he breathes heavily, chest swelling and falling. âYou are a little devil, arenât you?â
The Illyrians hand wraps around my throat and he pulls me to my feet, and off of Xaden. The way our tongues met couldâve moved mountains. He was not shy in showing how much he wanted me. I melted into him, straddling his thigh and letting my arms drop to my sides.Â
Azriel played with my hair, hands caressing my ass. Together, they brought me down, content to let me relax for a few minutes.Â
âYou did so well, pet,â Azriel cooed, dragging his tongue over the shell of my ear.
âSo fucking good,â Cassian murmured against my lips. âSuch a good little girl.â
I could hear Xaden climb to his feet, the sound of his hand stroking his cock loud in the otherwise quiet room. âI will never, ever, get tired of making her cum on my tongue.â
âShould I have a taste?â Cassian asked, placing small bites on my throat.Â
âI actually had something else in mind,â I sighed out, getting lost in all the hands and tongues. He gave me a curious look, but I just smirked, easing onto shaking legs and turning around so my ass was in Cassianâs lap. âI want to play a game.â
âA game?â There is an obvious hint of danger in Cassianâs voice? âWhat kind of game?â
âI want you and Xaden to fuck me, and I want Azriel to tell you when to move and when to stop.â
I havenât yet brought it up to Azriel and Xaden, but Iâve always wanted to do this. A game of red light green light. To give full control and power to him, making us work for our pleasure. I look at Azriel, gauging his response, but he just grabs my chin, bringing our faces level.Â
âYeah? You wanna play a game? Want to be treated like a literal pet? Taking commands and performing tricks?â His voice is thick with desire, so low only we could hear it.Â
My heart skips a beat. I hadnât thought about it like that before. But the idea is⊠itâs-
âLook at her face, Cass,â Xaden tilts his head mockingly. âShe wants it so bad, donât you, pretty girl? Would you like a collar, that way if you get lost they know who you fucking belong to? Gods sheâs so red. Donât be embarrassed, pet. We know just how much you love being fucked full of cock and cum.â
âSit on his dick, Yn,â Azriel orders. âNow.â
Silently, I hover over his lap, letting Cassian guide my hips. At the first press of his tip, I gasp. A new thrill thrummed through me.Â
Azriel comes and stands in front of me, cupping my cheeks. âI know heâs big, but youâre gonna take all of him. And youâre going to like it because you asked for it. So, hereâs your first trick. Sit.âÂ
The Shadowsinger pushes on my shoulders, leaving no option but to take Cassian all the way. All. The. Way. My breath is lodged in my chest with no room to escape. I canât think. Canât hear. Canât see. Canât even begin to process what is about to happen.Â
âOh, good girl Yn,â Xaden praises, still stroking himself. âLook at how pretty she looks, Az.â
Cassian grunts behind me, hooking my legs over his knees so the others can see him buried inside me. I cry out at the shift, feeling him go deeper and deeper. Gods, he feels like heâs everywhere.
âCassian, why donât you play with her nipples,â Azriel instructs, walking back and forth in front of us. âXaden, give her something to suck on.â
âWith pleasure,â Xaden grins, those onyx eyes narrowing on my mouth. I go to protests, but then I realize just how hard he is. How flushed his skin is. And I need to taste it, to relieve him of his torture.Â
He traces my lips with the tip, coating them in his slick. With a heady pant, I stick out my tongue to invite him in.Â
A hand cracks down on my thigh. I scream out, more in shock than in actual pain. Azrielâs hand was the culprit.Â
âDid I say you were allowed to taste it yet?â His eyes are swirling with lethality. I bite my tongue to keep myself from saying something stupid. âWell?â
âN-No,â I say meekly. âIâm sorry. May I taste it, Az? Can I please taste Xaden?â
After a minute of letting the question hang in the air, building suspense, he nods. Greedily, I take Xadens hips and bring his cock towards my mouth.Â
Itâs such a glorious sound to hear when Xaden curses low. A deep rumble in his chest letting me know this is exactly what he needed. Without movingâ fearful Iâll get another smackâ I look at Az, awaiting my next instruction.Â
âFuck her throat, Xaden,â Az says, eyes scanning out bodies. âStart fucking her nice and slow Cassian. Really savor her, make her moan just like Xaden did for you.â
At the same time, both of their bodies start sliding in and out of me. They find a rhythm instantly: Cassian fucks me forward onto Xaden, and Xaden fucks me back onto Cassian. Itâs easy enough to let them do all the work, my bones and liquid at this point anyway. All I know is pain, pleasure, and unfiltered need for these males.Â
I moan deeply as Cassian hits that spot inside me. Xadens hip stutter, his head tipping back as Cassian hits it over and over again.Â
âDoes that feel good, Xaden?â Azriel asks, gripping his hair at the root, whispering right in his ear. âTo have our girls' mouths all around you?â
The dragon rider nods as best he can with Azrielâs grip. âFuck yes.â
âMake her stop.â
âW-Why?â
âBecause I told you to. Yn, stop,â Azriel demands. I instantly pull my mouth away from Xaden, even if it makes me want to scream and thrash and beg for it back. I need it, need to taste it, need to feel him cum down my throat. âSee, she listens to me. Do I need to punish you too?â
âNo,â Xaden shakes his head. âIâll listen.â
âYes you will.â Azriel gives a fake smile. âOn your knees.â
Xaden sinks to his knees.Â
âSuck on Ynâs clit. Make her cum on Cassianâs cock.â
The sight of Xaden, on his knees, cock leaking continuously, does something to me. It gives me ideas for later. He helps push open my legs, even when the first brush of his tongue makes me see stars. Cassian has to wind his arms around mine to keep me from sliding off. I know heâs strong, but to be able to hold me still and keep fucking me isâŠ
âGood boy, Xaden,â Azriel praises, brushing his hair away from his face. âJust like that, make our pretty girl cum.â
Itâs not going to take long. His laps are so soft, so gentle, and it works far faster than Iâd like to admit.Â
âAz- Az can I cum?â I ask, just to be cautious. I do not want to have this taken away from me. I canât have it taken away from me.Â
âYes, pet. Cum as much as you want.â
Itâs like music to my ears. Itâs building and building. In my core, at the base of my spine. Behind my eyelids. Itâs fucking everywhere. My vision goes white and an embarrassing noise tears from my soul. I writhe on Cassian, driving him further and further inside me. Sweat is dripping off me in buckets. Fuck it is so fucking hot in here.
âVery good Xaden,â Azriel says. âWhat a good boy, making our pet cum so well. You can stuff your cock back down her throat. She looked so sad to see it go. Go ahead and cum, fill her up nice and full. Cassian, get up.â
Suddenly Iâm on my feet being steadied by several pairs of hands. The way Cassian is looking at me, the way heâs breathing, tells me Iâm in trouble. The glances passed between Az and Cass worry me. The next thing I know Iâm on my knees and elbows, ass up in the air.
âSit on the floor, Xaden,â Azriel commands. âRight in front of Yn. Yup, there you go, now just let Cassian fuck her onto you.â
A shudder runs through my entire body when Cassian slips back in. I swiftly take Xaden down, mainly because if I donât Iâm going to go crazy. The delicious, sweet taste of him fills me once again and I hum in content.Â
âDonât hold back Cassian, chase exactly what you want. Fill up her pussy as much as you want, she can take it.â
âFucking hell, Az. Are you trying to kill me?â Cassian chuckles, letting his motions pick up pace. Every snap of his body into mine sends waves of pleasure down my spine. It rolls through me and allows me to take even more of Xaden in my mouth. âIâll never get over just how fucking tight she is.â
âMalek spare meâŠâ Xaden curses. I get to watch Xaden fall apart and a new thrill fuels my motions. I lose all concept of time, I have no idea what is going on. All I know is Cass is fucking me like his life depends on it, and that Xaden is holding on for dear life.Â
I suck as hard as I can, pressing my tongue into the bottom side of his cock. I canât pay attention to the most sensitive areas of him, mainly because Cassian if fucking me too hard to let me. Hopefully I can make him see stars anyway.Â
âF-Fuck Yn, Iâm gonna cum,â he warns, knees falling open. âOh fuck Iâm gonna cum.â
âGive it to her, Xaden,â Azriel kneels beside Xaden, hand trailing over the muscles in his chest.Â
I watch the muscles in his abdomen clench with every breath. He scrunches his eyes closed and I brace for him, letting his hips rut as fast as he wants. With a long, drawn out growl, Xaden releases down my throat. I do my best to swallow it all, but between the angle and Cassian's relentless thrusts, I let a few drops spill out.Â
Xaden is throbbing on my tongue, his sounds of pure pleasure fill my ears, filling me with deep satisfaction.Â
âCanât fucking take it anymore,â Azriel rips me off of Xaden and takes his place. Iâm hauled up onto my palms, Azrielâs cock bobbing in front of me. Before I can take it between my lips, Azriel bends down to my level, licking the droplets of Xadens cum off my lips.Â
I went as still as a statue. Tingles spread from the tips of my fingers to my toes. I watched him swallow, his Adam's-apple bobbing. I was at a loss for words. If he wanted me to speak, itâd be impossible.Â
Thankfully I didnât have to. He filled my mouth, not wasting a second.Â
âXaden, will you go grab those towels?â Azriel asked, hands trailing over my shoulders.Â
âWhen I can move,â he responded, making the Shadowsinger and the General laugh. I swore I could feel the rumble of his laughter through his cock.Â
âNot gonna last much longer,â Cassian warns, adjusting his grip on my hips.
âWait.â Azriel urges, âGive me one minute.â
Cassian stills, and I whine in discontent. A second later, his hand smacks my ass, undoubtedly leaving an imprint of his hand. âDonât complain, pet. Or you wonât get anything at all. You should be grateful to be stuffed full of our cocks. Thatâs no way to disrespect a guest.â
Azriel is unforgiving as he fucks my throat, his pace fast and hard. To be fair, he has been waiting a long while for his turn. It doesnât take long for him to start showing signs of nearing his high. He grabs both sides of my sweat-soaked head, and I feel drops from his own bodyâand Cassiansâland on me.Â
âWant my cum?â Azriel asks, pulling me off. âWant me to cum down your little throat, pet?â
âYes yes yes,â I slur my words together. âPlease gimme all of it, need all your cum. Wanna taste you so bad.â
âYeah you fucking do,â Azrielâs grin is sinister. He knows exactly what to say to make me squirm. âDrink it all up, slut.â
When he finally gives me what I want, I donât dare waste a drop. I leave no mess to clean up as he cums all the way down. Thereâs nothing I can do but swallow, swallow, swallow.
I begin to lose some consciousness, the heat and over exertion finally catching up to me. I feel Azriel slip out, praising me and telling me how good I did. I think I nod, but Cassian resumes his motion and I forget about everything. I can only focus on him pounding into my pussy, getting so deep I have to let out little noises every time he does.Â
âSheâs so fucked out,â Xaden says from⊠somewhere.Â
âYeah she is, she looks so good. Limp and used. So fucking hot, Yn,â Azriel agrees.Â
I moan in response. Itâs about all Iâm capable of at this point. And it feels so good. Everything they did to me, every thrust from Cassian feels like Iâm floating. I close my eyes and let him finish me.Â
As Cassian lets go, I feel him pin my shoulders to the ground, ramming his hips as hard as he can into me, filling me up nice and tight full of his cum. There's a big stretch, and then an almost immediate release. His warm slick flows out from around him and down the inside of my thigh. Tears or exhaustion and pleasure streak down my cheeks and fall onto the wood floor of the sauna.
Eventually, Iâm laid on my back. I can barely open my eyes, but I feel a tongue lapping between my legs. I try to inch away, but firm hands keep me from closing my legs. I whine.Â
âAh ah,â I hear Cassian chide. âHeâs just trying to clean you up. Be still. Here, drink this.â
A cup is pressed to my lips and I hungrily drink down. The salty, briny taste is washed from my tongue and my blurry vision begins to steady. I look down, seeing Xaden between my legs, his curly head soaked with sweat.Â
Cassianâs thumb brushes my cheek, collecting a small tear. âAww, poor baby.â I watch as he licks it from his digit. It⊠gets me going faster than Iâd like to admit. Then his tongue trails the length of my cheek. I shudder, letting out a tiny squeak. âTold you Iâd lick them clean.â
âAlright that's enough, Xaden,â Azriel says from up above. âLetâs get her inside and cool off.â
âI just couldnât help it, her pussy looked so good full of cum,â Xaden winks at me, and I can feel a flush of my cheeks and neck. âEven after all weâve done together, I still make you blush.â
âZip it,â I glared at him, failing to keep my smile at bay.Â
Cassian lifts me up, hugging me close to his chest. Weâre all covered in sweat, but I donât give a fuck. I just want to take a nice bath, curl up with my boys, and sleep into next week. A cold burst of air greets me as we step outside the sauna.Â
âIs she doing okay?â Azriel asks. I think itâs him that brushes hair away from my face.Â
âMhm,â Cassian responds, giving my body a squeeze. âShe's gonna be alright?â
âYeah,â Xaden added. âShe always recovers really well. Sheâs not afraid to tell us what she needs. But by this point we know what she needs.â
âMy only request is a bath.â
âSee?â Xaden chuckles, then plants a kiss on my head. âFeeling okay? Not too lightheaded?â
I make a noise that sorta sounds like an âmhmâ, but it kinda comes out as a garbled mess. All three of them give a laugh.Â
âThat was⊠more fun than I thought it was going to me,â Cassian sighed contently, padding down the hallway to one of the bedrooms. I'm set gently on the bed, propped up against Cassian. I am way too tired to open my eyes, but my ears track them all around the room. I can smell the soft lavender wafting from the bathroom. Hallelujah.Â
âYeah, Iâm glad you joined,â Xaden agreed, his fingers beginning to braid sections of my hair. âWeâre just waiting on the tub to fill up, pretty girl. Then weâll get cleaned up and go to bed. You did such an amazing job, taking us all like that. And the game? Weâre going to have some more fun with that, arenât we?â
âYes we are,â I nodded, peeking open my eyes to find them all huddled around me. Azriel smiles sweetly, cupping my face, stroking his thumb back and forth across my cheek. âHi.â
âHey,â he whispers. âFeeling better?â
âYeah,â I nod, clenching my hands to get some of the tingling to go away. âIt was so hot in there.âÂ
âWe even turned down the heat before you got in there,â Xaden explained, tucking some hair behind my ear. âDid you have fun?â
âI always do, did you?â I asked, looking up at Cassian.
âIn the beginning I was a little unsure but⊠now Iâm hoping youâll send word any time you wanna play again,â He grins, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. âYou were unbelievable.â
âIsnât she something else?â Azriel looks at me fondly. âBaths ready, want to be by yourself or do you want one of us in there with you? Or⊠well, I guess we all can fit if that's what you want.â
âWell Iâm certainly not going to wash my own hair,â I grin.
They all share a look, smiles creeping onto their mouths.Â
âIâll get the shampoo,â Azriel winks.
âI call the conditioner,â Xaden stands, following Azriel into the bathroom.Â
I canât help but laugh.Â
âAre they always like this?â Cassian watches as they root around in a cabinet, smelling the different bottles.Â
âYes, theyâre too kind to me.â
âI think itâs well earned,â he smiles, helping me stand. âCome on, let's go.â
I let him lead me in, making sure I get a good look at his ass. Damn. just⊠damn. Â
âI could ask Feyre to commission a painting, itâll last longer,â he says cockily.Â
I give it a smack. With a helping hand from Azriel, I sink into the tub, and let the water cool off my skin. I lean back, wondering how I got so damn lucky.
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Bg3 Companions respond to: âIâm safe with you, right? Youâre not gonna let anyone hurt me?â
Some comfort from our ladies: Shadowheart, Laeâzel, Karlach, and Minthara (sorry to my fellow Jaheira lovers she didnât make it into this one.)
Also Iâm starting to write more full length fics so if anyone has a particular thing Iâve written theyâd like to see more on, let me know!
Youâre a strong leader and warrior, and you know that. But sometimes the past comes up stronger than you can handle and you think of all the times you needed a protector of your own. In the moonlight, you ask your companions for a bit of reassurance.
Shadowheart
âOf course,â She adjusts your position so she is looking you in the eyes. âWhy? Is something the matter? Are you in danger?â Her face is full of worry and concern.
âNo, itâsâŠâ you trail off, unsure of how to explain the aching vulnerability in your chest. âNever mind, it was a stupid thing to say.â
You avoid her gaze, feeling a bit foolish for asking such a question. You try to tuck your head back against her chest, but before you can, she takes your face in her hands.
âIâm sorry no one protected you. Iâm sorry they let you get hurt before you could stop it. You deserved so much better, but Iâm here now. I will protect you.â
Tears welled up in your eyes, and she gently wipes them away with her thumb as they trail down your cheeks. You are so thankful for the miraculous way she can always say exactly what you need to hear.
âThe gods really did bless me when they brought me you,â you said, swiping your own tears out of your eyes. âItâs hard to remember when weâve gone through so much, but Iâm so blessed to have you.â
Shadowheart pulls you back to her chest, letting you cry while she gently strokes your hair. If there is one thing she will not let go from her time with Shar, it is the importance of feeling the pain.
You will move through it and she will move through it with you, no matter how long it takes.
She looks up to the moon and says a silent prayer to her new lady. âGuide them through this grief with your light.â
Laeâzel
Laeâzel is terribly confused as soon as the words leave your mouth. You didnât know she could raise a single eyebrow like that.
âWhy would you need my protection?â She asks. âYou are a fierce warrior. You are safe with you.â
You smile. Itâs not exactly what you were looking for, but the sentiment is there.
âAre you injured? Feeling ill, perhaps? In this case, you have my sword until you heal. I may even be able find that sorry excuse for a cleric around here somewhereâŠâ she rambles until you place a hand on her shoulder.
You explain that you are not physically wounded, and she need not worry. Itâs the inside that feels a little broken right now, in your head.
When she pushes a blade to your throat you quickly clarify that it is NOT in a ceremorphosis kind of way.
She retracts the blade, grateful she does not have to kill you, but still confused. Itâs not that sheâs never experienced what youâre feeling before, but the act of asking for or receiving comfort is unfamiliar to her.
She still wants to help though, so you guide her to sit cross legged on the ground and you place your head in her lap.
You canât help but giggle as she stares down at you with that confused look on her face. âThis is helping?â
âCan you stroke my hair?â You ask, not having grown accustomed to the awkwardness of such direct words yet.
She places her hand in your hair, carefully stroking the top of your head.
It clearly doesnât come natural to her, but her willingness to try answers all of your questions. No one is ever gonna hurt you again.
Karlach
Karlach pulls you to lay on her chest and wraps her arms around you tight. âYou are always safe with me, âkay? Always. Not a soul will hurt you. Ever. Again.â
She knows of your past, the pain you carry, the people youâve lost, how they haunt you. Even before she could hold you sheâs been there, beside you for everything.
âWe protect each other, remember? Youâve got my back and Iâve got yours.â She asks. You nod into her chest.
You recall all the times youâve done the same for her. You know the far away look in her eyes, when she is forced to relive her hell terrors once more. Ever since the night Dammon fixed her engine you vowed sheâd never wake up from a nightmare anywhere but your arms.
âAnd what a hell of a team we make,â you chuckle. âRemember that time you ripped that bugbearâs fucking arm off after he nicked me with his mace?â You laugh, lightening the mood with a memory.
Karlach laughed as well. âAnd it was while I was still burning hot as the hells so the fuckerâs fur lit up like a torch.â She was laughing so hard she could hardly finish the sentence.
âAnd he took out a good chunk of goblins when he went a runninâ,â you rolled off of her, swinging your arms above your head and doing your best bugbear-on-fire impression.
The two of spent the rest of the evening roaring with laughter about your favorite memories and stories. Only stopping when Karlachâs eyes began to feel heavy and the laughter turned into yawns.
âIf I have to fight every demon in hell, then Iâll run out of blood to bleed before I lose you.â* You whisper before kissing her forehead and snuggling back up to drift off to sleep.
*(lyric from Penelope Scottâs âOver the Moonâ)
Minthara
A look of disgust flashed across her face. Such a blatant display of vulnerability was unfamiliar to her and not befitting.
But when she looked at you, she softened ever so slightly. It was as if she was looking at you how you were when it all happened. She was looking at a hurt child.
Unfortunately for you, vulnerability wasnât befitting of child in her eyes either.
âDo not ask such foolish questions,â She says passively. âYou have not been threatened, have you?â
You shake your head sheepishly. âNo, I was just feeling⊠I donât know⊠weak, I guess.â
Minthara drops whatever she was working on before and approaches you, adjusting your body and posture from the droopy form that walked into her tent.
When she has you standing tall with your chest puffed out she scrunches her face into a look even more stern and scary, then motions for you to do the same.
Once youâre in position, she walks around you, admiring you in a slow circle. âHmmâŠâ she tuts, âyou do not look weak. You look rather strong. Like you could lead sixâŠâ she pauses, looking for the right word, âhooligans around the better half of FaerĂ»n.â
You canât suppress the smile that grows on your face, and as she completes her circle, you can see she is smiling too.
But, just to be clear, she is currently committing atrocities on the last person to look at you funny. She would burn down the house of Baenre itself if it meant keeping you safe.
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How You Deserve | JOHN PRICE
words - 5k
warnings - smut, unprotected, p in v, fingering, oral fem!recieving, slight degradation, cheating?
a/n: huge thankyou so much to @sky-is-the-limit for allowing me to use her idea, it's helped kickstart my writing again on a fresh account. I do plan on writing more, definitely. I am just a very slow paced writer. But I put a lot of effort into this and hope it lived up to what you imagined. This is the idea she had.
MDNI!!!
Apartment 138 bÂ
Your apartment. 139 b was John's.Â
He told you to call him John when you first met, and you couldnât think of another name since. You had lived there for just under 5 months now and seeing your neighbour every now and then was a blessing.Â
God the man was attractive, you always loved an older man, and my god does he pull it off well. When you first met he offered to help you move the rest of your things, and who were you to decline such an offer, watching his muscles flex and he picked up boxes. He even told you to call if you had an issue - giving you his number for âemergenciesâ. The little graze of his hand against your made you wonder if you could use it for more than that.Â
And of course you did call, one day when your sink wouldnât stop dripping. you knew just the man to call, and when he came over you made sure to take great care of him.
You may have spent the afternoon cleaning your whole apartment before getting dressed up, but not to the point where it would have been noticeable. Just enough that you hoped you might catch his attention.
âThank you so much once again Johnâ you said as you moved about your kitchen, past the man under your sink. Your eyes not being able to resist travelling over that part of his exposed torso as he was under you sink. His shirt riding up with every movement of his arms, just enough to tease you. You bit your lip at the sight.
âsweetheart, you donât have to thank me so much, itâs fine honestly. I'm happy to help, gets me out of the houseâ he joked, tinkering about with all sorts of tools, you leaned over the counter, watching as his forearms flexed with each twist of the wrench.
Fuck... those pet names he gave you always left you fangirling. He made you blush like a little school girl.
âwow, and hereâs me thinking you had a wild night lifeâ
he chuckles as you canât help but smile at the sound, god even his laugh was sexy, and you wish you could see the smile on his face.
âNot me, the wildest I get is staying up past 10 on a weekday.â
âI'm shocked, I thought you would be a man of the night, getting up to all kinds of mischief, bringing women home and going down to the pub.â You fake shock, secretly you were just doing this to find out more about him. Find out if he had a girlfriend that was lucky enough to have him.
âNopeâ he laughed once more âno wild women of the night for meâ
âawh dammit, thatâs my chance blown thenâ
âwell I do believe in second chances love." he says after a moments silence. He gets up from under the sink, standing with you counter top in between you both. His aftershave wafting towards you with his movements, drawing you in.
"lucky me then..." You say just above a whisper as you stare up at the man in front of you. God.
What you wouldn't do to jump over the counter and drag him to bed with you, wrapping your arms over his broad shoulders and dragging your hands over his muscular back. You felt jealous of your sink pipes for a second, realising that they got to feel his hands and you didn't.
But sadly he bid you a good night, letting you know he was just a call away if you needed help with anything. You watched after him as he walked out of your door and into his own.
You planned on breaking lots of stuff around the house to get him back round.
You saw him all the time, you would sometimes go out and plan to arrive the same time that he did, you soon figured out he was some kind of military man, and watching him walk by you in his uniform was a sight to behold, you would 'accidentally' drop your keys in order to prolong the time you could see him. You would exchange pleasantries and smiles whenever you saw each other, but you always noticed his stare lingering on you, and you never minded. To be fair, you practically undressed the man with your eyes whenever he returned home in his uniform. The sound of his boots against the stairs up your complex would leave you skin tingling.
In the mornings when he was due to leave for work you would be outside if your house in skimpy nightwear, getting your mail and wishing him a good day at work.
He was convinced that he actually had a better day at work on those mornings that he saw you. God he wouldn't even let you out of the apartment looking like that, he would keep you wrapped up in his arms in bed, risking being late to work for a few more minutes. He had to practically force himself to keep walking past and not stand and stare. But you were so sweet, practically inviting him in.
You were also so pleasant to him, he remembers having to correct you every time you called him 'Mr Price' and act like it didnt turn him on. You always dressed so nicely whenever he was round, wearing tops with necklines that complimented your breasts, or tight fitting skirts. And the smell of your perfume whenever he some over is almost intoxicating, its as if you sprayed some right before he came through the door (you did).
He was tempted to break something each time he was round so he had another reason to come back, he liked having you fawn over him. Asking him about his job, making him tea, giving him cookies to take back with him. And the way you would look up at him and rub his arm as he told you to call him if there was any thing you needed. And as he looked down at you, his mind couldnt help but wander.
Holding your stare he wondered if you would keep the same eye contact with him whilst you were sucking his cock, or he imagined if those pretty eyes would screw shut if he was eating you pussy. He had to shake himself out of it, walking away with lusty eyes and pants that felt significantly tighter than before.
Now you did have a boyfriend. kind of. a weird relationship with a guy you met a few months ago, he was a friend of a friend. You didnât mind him, he filled the void and while you felt bad that it wasnât a true relationship, you knew he felt a similar way. You could see his eyes wander and heâs always been rather secretive. A few times you have suspected cheating, but honestly couldnât bother yourself with the drama. You didnt love him, and he didnt love you. simple. He served a purpose, or he did. He's started to not do so well in serving that purpose recently.
So there you lay, wishing you had spent the evening calling John over to fix the shower, instead you had your boyfriend rather aggressively trying to rub your clit, and failing rather miserably.
He had never been great at sex, but as of recently you kept having to question why you would invite him round, he never got better.
"you like that? yeah? you like my huge cock. It's big right?" okay. overstatement.
He thrust in and out of you hard and fast, clearly focused on chasing his own pleasure, his average - not huge - cock was not doing much for you. "so big inside you huh?" he questioned again, his rubbing not slowing down, neither his thrusts. You let out a lacklustre moan, hoping the quiz about the size of his penis would stop. You tried to be in the moment, but it wasn't really working. He had you in missionary, he wasn't even looking at you and to be honest, you were almost bored. He wasn't here for you, he was here for himself.
It left you questioning why you even let him come over "a bit to the left" you tried to ask him, guiding his hand with your own, but he wasn't really interested. Hardly paying attention. a few seconds later his thumb moving back to where it was before. no where near you clit.
"oh fuck- gonna cum" he splutters out, pushing all his weight onto you
God why didnt you call John. Of course he was on your mind right now.
Suddenly you felt embarrassed, he could probably hear this absolute shit show. You had days where you could hear his tv through your shared wall, and you realised he could probably hear this.
That embarrassment was soon replaced with another feeling when you got a little idea in your head.
"oh FUCK" you let out a nearly pornographic moan that even had your boyfriend snapping his head to look at you. You were fully aware that your bedroom wall was the shared wall between you and John.
"that feel good, feel it deep inside you?" oh god you were encouraging him. You just hoped John could hear this, because otherwise you would be boosting your boyfriends ego for no reason.
"soo good, fuck yes. right there. oh my god" you kept on, moaning loader and louder, practically squealing and screaming. "Sooo big!" God you actually had to try not to laugh at yourself.
This clearly excited your boyfriend as his thrusts sped up even more, a few seconds later and he was cumming with a load noise. You of course pretended you had cum too, putting on your best performance yet.
"oh fuck, yes yes yes gonna cum, OH, oh fuck" you squealed. Having to slap your hand over you mouth to stop a laugh following. John couldnt have not heard that. In fact you think the whole apartment building heard it.
Your boyfriend practically crushing you under you weight now, feeling rather proud of himself. He then leaves nothing but a few minutes later, of course. Not bothering to check on you. God you really needed to break up with him.
After cleaning yourself up and getting into some comfy clothes you decided you needed some fresh air, to try and get the captain out of your mind. You swear the say he told that he was a captain you almost exploded, got to love an authority figure as well. He just kept getting better and better.
As you lean on the railing just outside your front door, you heard movement from you neighbour, and as if it was a sign from the universe to tell you that he would forever be stuck in your mind, John comes out. Rather hurriedly zipping up his coat and locking his door.
"in a rush?" you ask as you watch him, a small smile on your face as you watch him freeze at your voice. As he turns to you, you can see his pink tinted face, as you hope its because of your little act earlier.
"uh, yeah, just needed some things" he says, clearing his throat as he glances at you, not looking at you for more than a few seconds before looking away.
"hmm, have fun" you nod at him, and he rushes off. You almost giggle to yourself as you made him squirm. Your hoping that your little plan worked.
And you think it did, Johns stares at you in the hallways became more intense, and when you did get him round to fix the shower, its as if he didnt want to leave, always finding new ways to continue a conversation or different things he needed to fix. You could basically feel the tension when you two got close. You wanted him, badly.
Just to make him squirm even more, you wanted to make him snap. You needed him to react, to do something, so you tried you little boyfriend trick once more. Calling over you disappointing boyfriend, who clearly enjoyed himself more than you, and then faking it louder than before. Something truly turned you on about the fact he could hear. And minutes after it finished you boyfriend left again.
You were prancing about your apartment, rather pleased with yourself once more. I mean, maybe not pleased as you just had incredibly shit sex, but it was worth it you hoped. After a quick shower to wash the evening disappointment off of you, you chucked on some panties and an oversized shit, preparing to wrap yourself up and watch a movie of some kind. Your wet hair tickling your back as you reached to grab some fluffy socks. Then without warning your whole apartment goes dark, you body jumps slightly as you search for your drawers, finding the flashlight you keep. Great just what you needed after trying to make a bad night good.
You rush about you apartment lighting some candles in each room, but you didnt have many.
This is an emergency, you thought to yourself.
Seeing as you didnt have your phone on you, it made sense to go and knock on his door, it was the evening, but not late enough for him to be asleep. You rush to your own door, opening only to find the man you were just about to go and get. huh, maybe you summoned him or something.
"John, I was just about to come get you, is your power out as well, what did you need?" you ask, curious as to why this huge man was standing outside your door, basically blocking and of the night sky from being seen behind him.
"I'm here to finish what that stupid little boy you fuck around with cant" He says, and you can feel your insides flip at his deep voice.
"Mr price-" You start, shocked to see the burly man practically oozing with lust, his heavy breathing and unbreaking stare made you feel timid as your legs turn to jelly, taking a few steps back.
"John." he corrects, stepping forward into you dimly lit apartment "Every fucking time I see his car pull up, I have to stop myself from beating the living shit out of him. How could a man not spoil something as precious as you" He says, his huge hands now gripping at your waist, you go to speak but he cuts you off. "and don't even try and lie, I know your faking it. I know you haven't cum a single time you've been with him, but still you want to tease me, you know exactly what you've been doing to me you fucking minx"
You don't even know what to say, you've been caught red handed. You lean into his grasp on your waist, his hands feeling even better than you could have imagined.
"not so noisy now love are you?" he coos at you, he can see you resolve slowly failing as you become putty in his hands "how about this? I give us what we both want and treat you like you deserve." A small smirk resides on his face as he watches your eyes light up.
He was cocky, but you loved it.
"yes John please, I'm sorry." You practically whine at the man as he quickly shuts your door behind him, the loss of his hands feels like a sin, but soon he grabbing you by the hand and taking you to your bedroom, you chuckle internally at the fact he knows his way around you apartment so easily.
"oh no darling, I'm sorry. I should've seen what a desperate slut you were sooner." He's whispering in your ear at this point, telling you filthy things, getting you as desperate for him as he's been for you. Gently placing you down on the bed before positioning himself between you legs, kissing at your thighs "Poor thing, you've been begging for it for months now, how cruel am I for not giving it to you"
Honestly you don't know how to react. Your brain has gone to mush while this gorgeous man is muttering filth to you and he's about to eat you out, but his stare is full of innocence. Those gorgeous eyes not breaking eye contact with you, even as he kisses you over your panties. You try your best not to cry out at the sight, but that is just a promise of what is to come
"let me show you what you've been missing out on, please?" there's that fake innocence again, it may seem like he's asking you to be sure, but he already knows your answer. He just wants to hear you say it.
"Please John, I want it so bad, want you." you beg him. I t felt good to finally tell him, all of that tension finally being released. And all you saw was the cocky smirk on his face again before he was removing your panties.
"shit sweetheart, Your practically soaked and I haven't even touched you yet. Did he ever do this for you?" John asked, running a finger through you soaked folds, to be honest you didnt even know you could get this wet before the sex even started. You shook your head, of course he didn't, he never thought to be that generous.
"dickhead" you could hear price mutter to himself as he continued to tease your dripping hole with his fingers. "what a waste" Without warning he then plunges two fingers deep inside of your, letting out a low groan at how wet you are.
You couldnt help but break the shared eye contact with him as your hands gripped as you bedsheets and your eyes screwed shut. Finally you were getting what you had been deprived of for so long. His fingers starting pumping in and out of you slowly, building a consistent pace. This time, instead of forced the moans you were so used to the moan let out was completely involuntary and you hands fisted as your sheets. John cant help but let out a small chuckle at the noises you make when he finally gets his hand on you.
"shh, that's it sweetheart, just relax f'me" he rumbled as his other hand finds it way to stroking you thigh, trying to calm your tense state. Your eyes snapped open, trying to get a glimpse of John. Each thrust of his fingers sending you mind further and further into mush. Your hips chasing his ever move, bucking with every brush against your g-spot.
He looked heavenly, his face gently lighted by the candles in the room, his hair slightly out of place while his eyes focus themselves on you completely. His hands flexing with every movement he makes.
Never taking his eyes off you, he leans down, finally tasting you. His tongue licking gently stripes, collecting your wetness.
He moans at the taste, something oh so satisfying about finally getting his mouth on you. Like his dreams come true.
His thick fingers worked magic inside you as their movements never faltered. His tongue increasing in its assault of your clit, running over the bundle of nerves over and over leaving you twitching and writhing beneath him. You could already feel you orgasm approaching yet he had hardly gotten started yet. "fuck, so good" you whimpered out, and you saw the pleased look he had on his face. Your body twisted and writhed on your bed, not used to the intense pleasure you were feeling as this man carefully and skilfully worked on your pussy.
"I know, I know. Being so good for me." he whispered, and even that drew another moan out of you. It was almost overwhelming, you hadn't had someone care for your pleasure solely before, and it almost seemed as if John was getting off on it by the quite groans he was letting out himself. Waves of pleasure flowing over you, and you wouldn.t mind being drowned in this feeling as you slip further into the lust.
Your hands released their iron grip that they held on the sheets and found their way to his hair, tugging at the dark roots. This seemed only to encourage the man lapping at your cunt. He was devoted for sure. The feeling of your hands gripping his hair, letting him know that he was doing his job right.
He could sense you were already nearing your climax, he could feel you tightening around his fingers, practically sucking him back in every time he threatened to leave. His tongue sucking your clit, focusing its movements, and that mixed with an added finger and some verbal encouragement, your orgasm grew ever closer. Every breathy moan as whimper was a signal to john that he was doing a job well done, he watched your face eagerly, watching to see what had an affect on you, trying to see what you liked the most. He wanted it just as much as you did. A desperate plea for release clear within you both
"come on darling, give it to me. Good girl." he spoke lowly, watching as you tried to force you eyes open, yet failing as your orgasm took over. You stomach tightening as his fingers carefully rode you through. You could be certain you weren't faking any of those moans as you basically sung his name like a prayer. "John, fuck, fuck-oh my god". Your legs tightened around his hand as you felt like every nerve in your body was on fire. You had finally received the pleasure you had been wishing for and it left your eyes burning with tears, tears of pleasure of course.
"There you go sweetheart, you did so well f'me" He whispers as he kisses up your body, his hands tracing over your skin as if he were trying to memorise every inch of it. He almost seemed angry that your shirt served as another layer between you both as he ridded you of both his and yours, throwing them somewhere in your room. You were too far gone to notice. You chest still heaving up and down as you came down from you climax. "Thank you" was the only thing you could mutter to him and he kissed up your chest and neck, before finally kissing you on the lips. You both moaning at the sensation, at something that had been long awaited. You had found their way to the back of his neck as he kissed you hard, his lips almost punishing yours as his tongue entered your mouth. You allowed yourself to be claimed by him, having no desire for any kind of power, you were his for him to do with as he pleased.
"can you take a bit more for me sweetheart? Got to have my cock inside youâ he groans lowly in your ear, the noise practically ungodly. You whine, you cant tell if its at the loss of the contact of his lips or his filthy mouth. Or maybe its the huge hand now making its way to your breasts, playing with your nipples ever so gently, making it harder for you to form words.
"oh don't tell me I've lost you already love? First time being fucked properly and your already gone." He coos at you, smirking to himself. He is rather proud of the effect he's having on you, it had gone far better than he expected. Although your previous boyfriend didnt really leave much he had to live up to.
"please John, fuck me. I need it so bad, need your cock." Your whole body was practically screaming out for more. Your mind only being able to focus on one thing as your eyes trace over the man in front of you. The buzz of your previous orgasm still on your skin leaving you craving another. You couldnt help but be selfish as this man was offering himself to you so generously.
"oh you need it darling? well in that case..." he trails off, pulling your legs open, wide enough for him to fit in between as he lines himself up at your entrance, slowly teasing you, dragging his red tip through your folds. He had enough composure to tease himself also by doing this, being almost painfully hard. You couldnt help but watch intently, almost being mesmerised by the lewd act.
He couldn't take it anymore. H e needed to be inside you, he craved it. All those times he had imagined you bent over your kitchen counter, or him dragging you back to his room to have his way with you finally coming true.
Slowly, he pressed himself inside of you, inch by inch. He wanted you to feel him, all of him. And he certainly was big. A joint moan released by the both as you as he sinks himself inside of you fully, and he stays unmoving for a moment, basking in the closeness you now both shared.
You were absolutely fucked. You couldnt keep it together. You were so full, finally so satisfied that you couldnt even think straight, all your mind was focusing on was how you stretched so well around him. It was taking everything for you not to start moving your hips or crying out for him, trying to keep your restraint as you felt practically euphoric. You felt like you had been lit on fire, your skin feeling alive with every breath he took, the slight movement inside of you.
Finally after what seemed like centuries John moves. His forehead dropping down to rest on yours as he tries to ease a slow pace, practically torturing himself.
"Holy fuck- so perfect. You feel so fucking perfect f'me sweetheart" he groans out from above you, his whole body encasing yours as his hips speed up pace.
Your hands find his back, clawing at the skin as you lay with you mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. Your eyes fluttering shut as you try to focus on how good you are feeling right now. That is until a firm hand grasps you jaw, not enough to hurt but enough to make your eyes open.
"You keep your eyes on me, don't you dare look away. Want you to watch me as I ruin you." he whispers to you. He wouldn't be surprised if you didnt understand what he said, you were a whimpering mess. He had just asked one of the hardest things for you to do. You had to watch this man fuck the shit out of you, it was almost too much to handle.
His deep groans echoing in your room, partnered with your moans.
What you don't realise is seeing you in this way, so vulnerable is his favourite part. The sparkle in you glossed over eyes as you cant help but be trained on him, the smudged mascara framing them perfectly. You glistening with either your spit or his, either way it turns him on. You spread out so innocently before him, for him to be the one to make you feel so good, and not be able to fake it even if you tried.
his hips were punishing, every thrust now pulling a moan out of you, music to his ears he thought as he smirked down at you. how cute he thought, watching you struggle not to close your eyes an scrunch them shut at the pleasure
"Too much for you sweetheart?" he questioned mockingly, receiving only a cry in response. You clench around him, never wanting him to leave your walls. He definitely didnt want to leave them either.
His hands coming down to brace your hips, stilling you wriggling as he pounds into you, harder and faster, he wants you to be able to feel him afterwards. He doesn't want there to ever be someone that can make you feel as good as him. You clench again, and again and John ca tell your close.
"Gonna come for me again love? Come on, on my cock, there's a good girl" Jesus this man knew exactly what to say to have you screaming for him. One of his hands releasing the bruising grip it kept on you hips to rub at your puffy clit.
With your moans and the way you fit him so perfectly, He couldn't see himself lasting much longer either, his main mission is to have you cumming before him.
"come on darlin, need it. Come all over my cock" Whispering in your ear with that gorgeous voice of his as his thumb fingers rub tight circles on your clit and his huge cock is practically splitting you open has you tumbling over the edge.
"John, oh my fucking god." Every muscle in your body tensed as he made you cum once again. God it was so good, like a coil that had finally been released. At last you had finally been satisfied. Your legs wrapping around his back, trapping him in as his hips still hammered into you, leaving you shaking from sensitivity. Like a madman possessed he chased his own orgasm, watching where you both connected intently as you soaked him completely with your release.
"Fuck sweetheart, gonna ruin this perfect little pussy" He moans, his hips now faltering in their pace, stuttering as his orgasm comes close. Your overstimulated body now quivering as you do you best to clench round the man, wanting to bring him the same pleasure that he just gave you.
"please John, i want it so bad" you whisper to him, and that sends him over the edge, spilling himself inside of you, thrusting his cu deep inside of you, continuing until he couldn't anymore. His hips stilling as he finishes, before gently pulling out of you. His eyes unmoving as he watches himself seeping out of you used hole. He wanted this moment imprinted on his brain
You lay there on the bed, completely fucked out and unmoving as he goes to grab a washcloth. It saddens him slightly to clear away this mark he had left in you. But he does it either way, gently cleaning you both off.
He soon settles next to you, a content sigh leaving his mouth. "So, who was better me or your ex?" he asks, a stupid question with an obvious answer. Laughing as you slap him playfully on the arm
"Oh my ex for sure"
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Another Leclerc - social media
+ summary: When rumors go around about another Leclerc joining the f1 grid, people automatically assume its Arthur, completely forgetting about y/n leclerc. She'll do anything for a formula one seat. Even if it meant going behind a certain driver's back. +pairing: none. + warning(s): sexism, google translate (I don't speak Italian nor French but if I have something wrong, let me know), like one curse word.
face claim: Lindsay brewer
+ author's note: for a while now I've been wanting to get back into writing, but writing fics stress me out, so I figured making social media/instgram posts will be a lot easier to put together. I've also decided to change how I do social media posts and I'm trying to figure things out, so in the meantime, bear with me.
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itsy/nleclerc: *insert Sebastian Vettel quote here*
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charles_leclerc: isn't that my jacket? ‷itsynleclerc: If I said no would you believe me? ‷charles_leclerc: give me back my jacket or I'll tell mom ‷itsy/nleclerc: go ahead and tell mom, you snitch
user1: Charles and y/n is exactly how my sister, and I are whenever she burrows my clothes.
patriciooward: when are you going to let me drive your Ferrari?‷itsy/nleclerc: never. ‷josefnewgarden: she won't even let me drive it and I'm her teammate! ‷12willpower: she's let me drive it ‷patriciooward: Y/N! I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!! ‷itsy/nleclerc: other than my beloved Ferrari, I only love my bed and my mom I'm sorry!
user2: this made me feel âšpoorâš
scuderiaferrari: you have great taste, miss leclerc ‷itsy/nleclerc: thank you! :)
user3: you look real good in red liked by itsy/nleclerc
user4: I so badly want her to race for Ferrari with Charles! liked by itsy/nleclerc
arthur_leclerc: is there something you want to share with the class?‷itsy/nleclerc: nope đ€
user5: y/n clearly knows something we don't ‷user6: you don't think she's the leclerc deuxmoi is talking about, right? ‷user5: I hope not because Arthur honestly deserves that f1 seat more than her.
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scuderiaferrari: two-time indy 500 winner & one-time indycar champion and the first woman to be in formula one since Lella Lombardi, y/n leclerc joins Ferrari in 2026!
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itsy/nleclerc: this has always been a childhood dream of mine to race for Ferrari! grazie per questa sorprendente opportunitĂ ! (thank you for this amazing opportunity) liked by scuderiaferarri
carlossainz55: you can't be serious
charles_leclerc: papa and jules would be proud ‷itsy/n_leclerc: I know đđ
pierregasly: Congrats little leclerc! ‷itsy/nleclerc: thank you, mon frÚre (my brother)
josefnewgarden: I'll miss having you around ‷itsy/nleclerc: you and misses are always welcome to come to Monaco ‷josefnewgarden: we might just take you up on that offer
lewishamilton: hopefully this is a step in the right direction in making the paddock more inclusive and welcoming for everyone! liked by itsy/nleclerc
user1: y/n doesn't belong in formula one. ‷user2: and the fact that she's replacing someone that didn't need to be replaced is astounding! ‷user3: the pressure will be too much for her and she'll fail like past women who've tried to make it in f1 ‷user4: I predict she won't make it to summer break before she quits ‷user5: why is it so hard for you to comprehend a woman being in formula one? I mean, if you hate women, just say so.
user6: my daughter has expressed interest in karting because of y/n
12willpower: I wish you nothing but the best, kid. ‷itsy/nleclerc: thanks, old man! đ
user7: y/n signing to Ferrari is great and all, but I'm over here asking myself what tf is in the water in monaco because it should be illegal to be this good looking! ‷user8: you're out here asking the real questions ‷user9: all I'm saying is God bless mama Leclerc
Chili manđ¶ïž How could do this to me? I thought we were friends.
Mini Leclerc What do you mean?
Chili manđ¶ïž Don't play dumb, y/n. You know exactly what you did.
Mini Leclerc Yes, I did sign with Ferrari. Yes, I did take your seat. You didn't sign an extension and they reached out to me. I saw an opportunity and I took it.
Chili manđ¶ïž I was getting ready to talk to Fred about an extension.
Mini Leclerc Early bird gets the worm?
Chili Manđ¶ïž You're a real bitch, you know that?
Mini Leclerc You think that's the first time a man, much less anyone has called me that? You know as much as I do that Formula one is a competitive sport and in order to get a seat, you may have to do some unspeakable things. Let me ask you a question, though. If the roles were reversed and you were me, would you have done the same thing?
*read*
Mini Leclerc you leaving me on read lets me know you would've. But I'll never apologize for my actions, Carlos. If you have any interest in IndyCar, I can give you some resources to help you out. Good luck in any of your future endeavors, Carlos.
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Duddee, now you gotta write luke proposing to trouble, you simply cannot now IBHBHKK
the perfect weekend
a âpartners in crimeâ alternate universe installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader
alternate universe masterpost
words: 1.2k (this was too cute the word count escaped me)
summary: alternate universe - the perfect weekend with your perfect boy, even if he thinks otherwise
a/n: happy luke happy luke happy luke FIANCE LUKEÂ
(posted 2/4/23 unbetad and written on caffeine)
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This weekend felt like a dream.
Luke took you to your favorite spots that youâve both carved memories out of in Westport, buying you and his mom gorgeous fresh flowers from the farmersâ market, and he let you drag him around his hometown, spending hours in tiny antique shops and the record store on Main Street. He couldnât get over how you always found fun in the simple thingsâ even going to the pharmacy to pick up his momâs medication felt like going to Disney World with you. He couldnât be more sure of his decision, it was almost inconceivable to spend another day without you being his fiancee.
But luck wasnât known to be on his side, after all (yeah, thanks dad). Lukeâs always had to work harder to get what he wants, and heâs spent the past few years trying to prove himself to your dadâthough deep down, he thinks Mr. D doesnât mind him as much as he makes it seem. (Asking him for his blessing last week over a bottle of wine and a bone-shaking hug scared the wits out of him. He pretended to not notice the god cry.)
Luke just wants to give you what you deserve. And if he needs to spend the rest of his life working on it to prove it, he ought to do it with you by his side.
But he couldnât think of how.
He tried proposing over dinner last night, with the smell of burnt cookies in the air, but that wasnât romantic at all, and his hands were shaking so hard he knocked a glass over, prompting you and his mom to fuss over the mess and giggle over his silliness. You both chatted deep into the night, Luke sitting quietly and nodding at two of his favorite women babbling about who knows what (Sometimes heâs still convinced you like his mom more than him, but the way you both take care of him makes him tear up if he thinks too hard about it).
When you went horseriding this afternoon, he set up a picnic for lunch, which was romantic. Chocolate-covered strawberries and sandwiches made by mom, sparkling cider twinkling in the sun. Luke was sure it was going to be great timingâ until he realized the ring box fell out of his pocket again, and he slipped in manure trying to rush you back to the house (The sound of your laughter at clumsiness made his heart warm though, and it almost made up for the three hours he looked for the stupid box in the grass that night when you fell asleep with his tiny Star Wars-themed flashlight).
He woke you up early before the sun rose, carrying you out to the car still bundled up in his old Toy Story throw blanket that you wouldnât let him toss out when he brought it to college (The faded pictures of Buzz and Woody kept a smile on your face, and the memories it brought make you feel connected to 9-year-old Luke). The drive to the beach was short, a sleepy smile on your face as you felt Luke grab onto your hand, sand getting between your toes before he laid out a blanket and the both of you sat down.
Cracking open a redbull for the both of you to sip on, you leaned against his muscled frame, legs hanging over his lap as he wiped the sand off your feet, holding you close as he smiled.
âGood morning, handsome,â you grinned, leaning up for a kiss. Luke obliged, savoring the taste of you mixed with sleep and artificial peach. Your noses nudge against each other before he mumbles a reply, âGood morning, pretty girl.â
âYâknow? I could die happy just like this. I canât think of anything else that would make this weekend more perfect.â
Luke hummed in contemplation, âI could think of a few things,â he said, as a laugh bubbled from his lips. A noise of confusion rose from you as you reached up to dust lint off his shirt before your knee nudged something hard in his pocket, and your eyebrow raised in mischief.
âDirty boy, you get me out of your momâs house and youâre already excited?â
And he laughed the stress off until it freed itself from his bones, pure elation radiating off of him before Eos even had a chance to spread her first rays of light into the sky.Â
Heâs never needed perfect.
He just needs you.
His hands dug into his pocket, pulling out the ring box thatâs caused him so much trouble this weekend. But a life with you shouldâve already prepared him for thatâand the shock on your face became funnier when you launched yourself on top of him, kicking up sand and taking the air out of his lungs.
You both hit the ground with a loud thud, your nose buried in his chest as he chuckles at your scream. Why was he even worried to begin with?Â
âWait, wait, I still have something to say trouble, donât jump ahead of the script!â
His hand rubbed your back in gentle strokes as he popped the box open to reveal a delicate golden band with two diamonds juxtaposed against each other sitting pretty on top.
âItâs always been you and me. And Iâve spent hours thinking of what to say, days trying to figure out when the time would be right, months working for a pretty ring thatâs perfect for you, years loving you⊠and well⊠I want more. I want this, you and me spending the rest of our lives together because I canât comprehend a future without you. Iâd do anything for you trouble, and I donât believe in much, but I believe in you. Us.â
Youâve cried so hard by this point that youâre convinced itâs so goddamn ugly but Luke smiles at you like heâs been promised immortality. And perhaps he has, with the future you two will have scrolling through his mind like an old film, a house on a hill, kids, a dog, shitâwhatever you want as long as heâs with you itâll be the closest thing to forever heâd have.
âAre you sure?â you said sniffling, and your boyfriend wiped your tears away like he has countless times before, though happy tears are something heâll have to get used to.
âI literally ruined your proposal, I just thought you were horny, oh my godsâŠâ Whining loudly and laughing, you held your shaking hand out as he sat up to put the ring on your finger.
âWell, we can fix that later. I still have a question to ask, after all.â
Luke grinned when your head nodded rapidly, finally shutting up so you wouldnât interrupt him again.
âWill you,â he says so surely now, saying your name before continuing, âlet me have the honor of spending the rest of our lives together as your husband?â
âGods, yes. Fucking hell angelface, did you really think Iâd say no?â
The both of you laughed through tears and snot as he placed the ring on your left hand, and still, it couldnât be more perfect.
âA life with trouble is the life for me,â he mused, laughing as you covered his face in kisses before the both of you fell back into the sand a tangle of lips and lust and love.
You jolted up from your fianceâs embrace just as he thought he was going to get lucky, almost emptying your entire wallet of drachmas into the sand-covered blanket to Iris message your friends.
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CAREER â Blessings coming toward you in your career
"I still remember the nights I wished for the things I have now."
[3 piles] ă» [5 decks] ă» [8-10 cards for each pile] ă» [letters, signs, songs]
Hello friends! As we are nearing the end of this quarter I wanted to create a reading all about blessings coming toward you in your career. Please remember that a âblessingâ can be anything that protects us, makes us happy, or points us in the right direction. What are your hopes and dreams regarding your career? Do you have any goals you want to achieve in this area this year? Definitely let me know. Regardless of what you are hoping for, I wish you all the best and lots of luck. âĄâĄ
Painting: Dancers, Pink and Green by Edgar Degas (ca. 1890)
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PILE 01 â
Disclaimer:Â All Tarot readings on this blog are meant for entertainment purposes only. My Pick-a-card readings are based on my knowledge of the tarot and my intuition. Tarot is a divination tool and should not be considered a replacement for medical or professional guidance. It is not intended to be used as such, and any choices made in response to my readings are your own responsibility. All interpretations are speculative, and whether you believe in it is your choice. Readings are for self-reflection purposes only; take what resonates, and leave the rest. My readings are timeless unless stated otherwise.
CONFIRMATION
Signs and confirmation that this is your pile. This can be anything from your initials, astrological placements, significant messages or signs, places, songs, etc. Please use your discernment.
C, A, R, E, E, I, 3rd House, Mercury, Scorpio
Song: Mother's Daughter (R3HAB Remix) - Miley Cyrus
BLESSINGS COMING TOWARD YOU IN YOUR CAREER
Tarot: 5 of cups, 10 of cups, the sun, the devil rx, 9 of pentacles rx
Oracle: the dragon, the king, emotion, imum coeli, moon in leo
Hello, Pile 01, and welcome to your reading. Please remember that a âblessingâ can be anything that protects us, makes us happy, or points us in the right direction. With the 5 of cups, it feels like for the longest time you were struggling in your career. This does not necessarily mean that there was no progress, but it was not emotionally fulfilling for you. This could also talk about a lack-mindset in terms of your career, i.e., not feeling worthy of it or not seeing a future with it. Some of you might feel like an imposter in your current position. Yes, you are wearing the title, but you do not feel like you deserve it. This is where your blessing is happening. It's going to address your hustling mentality and your superficiality in your career. It feels like you might have given more than you were able to, pouring from an empty cup just to feel like you deserve to be where you are. Whatever you were doing, it's unsustainable. I feel like you were once very passionate about your current career but fell out of love with it because you were overworking yourself too much, nearly burning out. What I see coming towards you is something that most would consider extremely lucky, as we have the ladybug in the imagery of this card. 10's in tarot talk about an excess of energy; in this case, it's positive energy. Something significant will happen that will indicate the end of one cycle and ring in a new one of abundance and emotional fulfillment. Your cards are not saying what is going to happen, just how it will affect you, and my god, pile 01, you're going to be so happy with this change. The sun is following the 10 of cups. You will experience a lot of success in your career, which will bring you lots of abundance. There is a sense of alignment and harmony. This most likely refers to your mindset. I feel like you are going to check yourself, and seek out an environment that fulfills you. Implementing the changes that need to be made to end this cycle of adversity and struggle. This is truly a positive spread, especially with the devil reversed ending this. You will step into self-empowerment. There is a sense of breaking free from things (be they people, situations, or mindsets) that held you prisoner. I see you freeing yourself from this hustling mindset and stepping into a deeper understanding of your wants and needs. It feels like you will pay attention to more than your salary in whatever you are doing next. You won't just be swayed by a fancy title and a big paycheck; you are digging deeper; you are looking for and finding something that is truly fulfilling. This does not mean that we are talking about a new job here or a new position. Not necessarily. But rather, I see this as you taking on a new perspective and thus realigning yourself with who you are, including your values and your desires. I see you detaching from superficial aspects of your career and digging deeper into what you need to feel fulfilled.Â
The dragon and the king are both confirming what we have already seen with the devil reversed. You are stepping into your power and taking charge instead of letting superficial aspects control you. It never brought you any satisfaction. I see you taking charge, especially in terms of legalities. Maybe you are renegotiating your contract, or you are signing a new one, but either way, it's all happening because you wish it to happen, meaning you are initiating it and taking charge of it. This pile is mostly about emotional fulfillment and not so much about the superficial aspects of your career, because it feels like the majority of this pile is already well-established in their career. This is a change and a blessing happening at the root of things. It's about values, fulfillment, alignment, and resonance. I feel like you were growing a massive tree on shallow roots, and your blessing is that you are accommodating your tree and allowing it to grow sustainable and strong roots. Again, it's not necessarily a career change; this might only apply to a very small percentage of this group. For most, this talks about working with what you have, not uprooting your career, but nurturing the soil and foundation that you hold. As I have said, for most of you, this is a mindset shift followed by minor changes, maybe in terms of working hours, etc. I feel like you might bring new ideas into your career, expanding what you are already doing and incorporating a more creative element into it. Others might share an idea, be it for a project, etc., which will allow you to turn your dreams into reality. Either way, needs that have not been met before are now being met, and whatever you wish for will find solid footing soon. It will manifest in your life. Fulfillment is coming.
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PILE 02 â
Disclaimer:Â All Tarot readings on this blog are meant for entertainment purposes only. My Pick-a-card readings are based on my knowledge of the tarot and my intuition. Tarot is a divination tool and should not be considered a replacement for medical or professional guidance. It is not intended to be used as such, and any choices made in response to my readings are your own responsibility. All interpretations are speculative, and whether you believe in it is your choice. Readings are for self-reflection purposes only; take what resonates, and leave the rest. My readings are timeless unless stated otherwise.
CONFIRMATION
Signs and confirmation that this is your pile. This can be anything from your initials, astrological placements, significant messages or signs, places, songs, etc. Please use your discernment.
O, blank, G, A, K, E, 6th House, Mercury, Gemini
Song: All for us - Labrinth
BLESSINGS COMING TOWARD YOU IN YOUR CAREER
Tarot: the emperor, ace of cups, 2 of wands, king of cups rx
Oracle: trust, healing, midheaven, solar eclipse
Hello, Pile 02, and welcome to your reading. Please remember that a âblessingâ can be anything that protects us, makes us happy, or points us in the right direction. It feels like you are feeling overwhelmed, my dear pile 02. When it comes to your career, it seems like you are feeling quite anxious and detached. You might even be withdrawing from it in one way or another. I heard "quiet quitting" while writing this. Whatever the current situation at your work is, it's far from ideal. It feels like you are holding back anger too. This is a very specific thing I see, but I feel like some of you might have felt betrayed. You are not showing it, but you are also not ignoring whatever has happened and led to your feeling of turmoil. You are actively taking away your effort to balance the scales quietly. Again, this might apply to just a handful of you, but the King of Cups, as our bottom deck, is looking upset and vindictive. The good news is that you are taking charge, my dear pile 02. Your blessing is that you take authority over this situation and maneuver whatever has happened that led to you withdrawing from your career into a success story for yourself. It feels like you are taking the cup you are holding, and instead of withholding it from everyone, including yourself, you are pouring your energy and your efforts into yourself. You are "upgrading" yourself, is what I heard. Interesting; this pile is very vocal. So maybe you are speaking up for yourself. Whatever it is, it's been a long time coming, and it relates to something you have held on to for quite some time. Your blessing is that you create stability. A new beginning is awaiting. It can relate to a brand new position, a job at a new company, or even your own business. Whatever the case may be, I see you in a leading position. And you are comfortable there. Maybe the King of Cups, in reverse, talked about suppressing your leadership talent and making you uncomfortable and upset. Either way, this new position of leadership will give you a whole new beginning, especially emotionally. I am hearing "clean slate." This is such a vocal pile! Someone might be giving you their scepter; for some, it might not be a voluntary handoff, but either way, it will be fulfilling for you. I see you climbing the ladder. Whatever your goals are in your career, you are getting closer to them. Plans are being made. For some, it might even relate to a position overseas. For sure, big decisions are made relating to the future. Both for you and for your career.Â
Trust is your next card. With the King of Cups reversed, this is slow-moving energy. It's not something that happens overnight. Especially since for some of you, the handover is not made willingly (i.e., the person leaving said position does not want to do so). Your guides are asking you to trust the process. Trust that what you are going through is meant to happen and that what is promised to you will happen. You are currently in the healing stages, but your career journey (your negative experience right now) is soon coming to a pinnacle. You are going to reach your goals faster than you might have anticipated. A solar eclipse might be significant. This could be an indicator of timing. Either way, this new beginning, this rebirth of yours, is your blessing, and it will come with a handful of opportunities. I see you regaining your passion and your inspiration, and you will feel at home in this position of leadership that is soon to come.Â
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PILE 03 â
Disclaimer:Â All Tarot readings on this blog are meant for entertainment purposes only. My Pick-a-card readings are based on my knowledge of the tarot and my intuition. Tarot is a divination tool and should not be considered a replacement for medical or professional guidance. It is not intended to be used as such, and any choices made in response to my readings are your own responsibility. All interpretations are speculative, and whether you believe in it is your choice. Readings are for self-reflection purposes only; take what resonates, and leave the rest. My readings are timeless unless stated otherwise.
CONFIRMATION
Signs and confirmation that this is your pile. This can be anything from your initials, astrological placements, significant messages or signs, places, songs, etc. Please use your discernment.
O, B, G, A, 8th house, Uranus, Virgo
Song: Only You - Eddie Benjamin, Alessia Cara
BLESSINGS COMING TOWARD YOU IN YOUR CAREER
Tarot: 6 of wands, wheel of fortune rx, the star, King of swords rx, judgment
Oracle: the wasp, energy, jupiter, lunar eclipse
Hello, Pile 03, and welcome to your reading. Please remember that a âblessingâ can be anything that protects us, makes us happy, or points us in the right direction. Wow, this is a pile with a bunch of major arcana. Whatever is happening for you, it sure is significant. Your situation is not easy, and it seems complicated. Interestingly, your tarot cards are telling a story and leading into your blessing. You are someone who is established, successful, highly regarded at work, and known for the great results you bring. Your peers do not doubt your skill set. However, it feels like whenever you hit a goal or whenever you experience a win, the wheel is turning sharply for you. Every hit of luck is met with a hit of misfortune. It does not have to be major, though it feels this way to you. It's something you might already be anticipating. However, your prospects are bright, my dear pile 3. How about a mindset shift? Instead of the bad following the good, how about the good following the bad? It's so interesting, your pile. Your blessing is your faith and your hope. This might sound anticlimactic, but it's the most powerful blessing one can get. Luck is unpredictable and unreliable. But hope and faith in yourself and your abilities? Confidence? That's something that can get you places. It's something that leads to intrinsic motivation and actions being taken. Your hope means pouring into yourself, tending the garden of your soul, and allowing things to sprout and bloom for you. Again, bright prospects for you. You will be blessed with an idea and inspiration. This vision will fertilize your soil, and it will allow you to make your wildest dreams come true. Your pile is so interesting because we have a good card followed by a challenging card, and so on, but eventually, we are ending your spread with a positive one. It's reminding me of a seesaw, and I swear it's giving me whiplash. You might feel this way. Having a bad thing leads to a good thing, and vice versa. But again, your ability to keep your head held high and your ability to still believe is a true blessing in and of itself. I feel like you are lying to yourself with the king of swords in reverse. You might feel like you are crumbling under all this pressure and under all these changes that seem to follow you around, but you are not. You are growing in your power, your ability, and your adaptability because that is the skill set that you need. That's the skillset that will bring you far and eventually to a lot of abundance. Your blessing, ultimately, is a rebirth of the self with the judgment card. You will receive an idea, an epiphany. This will lead to you finding your purpose and a renewal of your career. This seems to be such a common theme across all piles, but to me, in your pile, this sounds like growth. It sounds like a level-up. In your pile, especially, we can see the impact that it will have on your life with those three major Arcana cards. It's the birth of something. This is my entrepreneurial pile. I feel like most people in this pile either run their own business or want to do so at some point. Either way, you are birthing something, and it will lead to you having people against you. It's not an easy journey, but it is very well worth it.
The wasp is confirming the king of swords, Rx, in its message. Someone will not be happy about your wins. Do you know what is so funny in your pile, though? The wasp card is followed by the energy card, which has oranges depicted on it. And you know what repels wasps? You are right about citrus fruits, which oranges are. Your energy, the essence of who you are, is so strong and so powerful that those people just cannot touch you even if they try. Your ability to believe and to push through adversity makes you unstoppable. Whatever path you are choosing to walk, it's less traveled, one that is hard, and that takes a lot of power and will. Not everyone can achieve what you set out to achieve, leading to people envying you. But again, these people are an annoyance at worst; they are unable to touch you or your bag. And abundance is waiting for you, for sure. All your hard work and all the adversities you are facing are eventually there to help you grow and lead you toward success. Yes, it might feel like whiplash sometimes with all those huge wins being met with huge obstacles, but what is waiting for you is unmatched my dear pile three. Eventually, you will get whatever you desire, and then some. For that to happen, you have to go through a transformation, and we all know that growing pains hurt. But you will come out on the other side as a winner. Remember that you are always protected.
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AAAHHH my dear @nkogneatho inspired me A LOT with this sexy post!! I had to share my thoughts!! Thank you so much for the sexy idea, Pasi!! â„ïžâ„ïž
Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) x Yuuji Genre: smut + fluff Word Count: 400 Warnings: 18+, smut, consensual somnophilia, poly, Sukuna takes over Yuuji's body (consensual), light spanking, masturbation, creampie. Reader gets fucked by Sukuna and later on by Yuuji while Sukuna watches. All characters are of age. Minors don't interact.
Imagine sweet Yuuji being completely tired after a long day, and he is like,
"Hey, I have to get some sleep, but you two can have some fun. Sukuna, promise me to take good care of our girl, ok?"
And Kuna DOES take good care of you! Uses Yuuji's body to fuck your brains out. A bit rougher than Yuuji would do it, with lots of teasing comments and meaner thrusts. Your face is pressed into the pillow, your ass in the air, stinging a bit from the occasional slaps Sukuna gives it, your pussy twitching needily around Sukuna's cock as he fucks orgasm after orgasm out of you.
And once Sukuna has fucked you to sleep, a now-rested Yuuji comes back to hold you in his strong arms and cuddle you in your sleep, giving you all the love and aftercare you deserve. Until he gets horny from your naked body pressing against him.
Your wet pussy rubs against his thigh, leaking your cream and his warm seed onto his skin, driving him insane with need! Yuuji can't hold back and takes you too, sinking his fat cock into your already stretched-out pussy while spooning you. Moaning when he feels his own cum deep in you, where Kuna fucked it into you earlier.
"Fuck, baby, gonna give you more on top."
Yuuji holds you tight, playing with your tits and kissing your neck, snapping his hips almost desperately to fuck his cock deep into you while you are asleep. God, he loves you for allowing him and Sukuna to fuck you like that anytime they want!
Sukuna's lazy, tired voice is in Yuuji's head, giving him tips while Kuna is sprawled on his throne in his domain, slowly stroking his cock as he watches his two brats,
"Hmm yeah, do that again. She likes it right there. Make her cum in her sleep."
You wake up a while later, moaning from the intense orgasm you just had and thought was a dream, only to realize you are really getting railed from behind. This time by Yuuji, and you are stuffed with his orgasming cock, which is drenching your pussy with a fresh load of his cum.
Yuuji's cute mewls get joined by a growl, and you realize that Sukuna let a mouth appear on Yuuji's cheek, just to bless you with one of his sexy low groans, letting you know that he just came too to the sight of Yuuji fucking you.
THEY ARE MY BIGGEST WEAKNESS!! I LOVE POLY WITH YUUJI AND SUKUNA SO MUCH AAAHHH!! I hope you enjoyed it too! Thank you so much to my sweet Pasi for blessing me with this brainrot â„ïž
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Gojo loves his pregnant wife so much he would do anything for you even if it meant waking up and 2 in the morning to have sex.
Just look at you, your head thrown back to release a breathy moan from your kiss swollen lips. He palmed at your breasts, squeezing the meaty flesh in his hot hands, mesmerized by much they've grown throughout your pregnancy so far.
Cerulean eyes locked on your face, Gojo couldn't help but admire the beauty above him. He's truly blessed to have you as his wife and the mother of his firstborn and the rest of the children that are to come.
He didnât know what he did to deserve a beauty such as yourself. He didn't know what good deed he had done, but he thanked God for gifting you to him and now he's determined to do whatever it takes to make you stay with him, love him and give him all that affection he needed from you.
He's playing with you swollen puffy clit, calloused fingers moving in slow circular motions, elicting soft sweet moans from your lips. He squeezed your breast one last time before moving his hand to rest at the small of your back to support you as you steadily tried to ride his massive cock.
A throaty groan escaped his lips, and you quickly leaned forward to kiss his lips, so sweet, tender and warm you began whining when he pulled away to rest his face in the croock of your neck. "Baby, I'm close," he moaned against your sweaty skin, eyes squeezing shut as he continued to allow his self to be riden. He could feel your soaked pussy pulsing around his cock, ah yes you're getting close too.
With a tight grip on his shoulders, you lifted your hips a bit before slamming down on his cock. A gasp fell from your lips, eyes crossing together from the amount of pleasure you're now feeling. You repeated the motion again and again, setting a hard fast pace, your sight now set on chasing your high.
Your heavy breasts slapped against your skin, your nose scrunched up cutely when you saw the white milky substance dripping from your nipples. If it wasn't for the fact that your husband was staring so intently on your lactating breasts then you would've felt a bit digusted with yourself.
"Satoru..." You moaned, feeling the knots tighten, his fingers quicken their pace on your clit, your body began trembling above his. "Cu... cu... cumming," you cried out as your pussy clenched and squeezed his cock as you cum around him.
He began babbling your name, heavy cum filled balls ready to fill you up delicious with his cum. You could feel his hips began stuttering, bucking upwards, his chest vibrating with every moan as he came deep inside of you, filling you up with his white sticky substance.
You both sat in silence for a while until it was time for him to help you out of the bed to clean both yourselves up and while in the shower, you asked if he could help you with you breast and he was happy to do so.
Nothing he enjoys more than the sweet taste of your breast milk. But his love for your milk turned into him bracing you against the shower walls, holding one leg up and wrapped it around his waist, all while he ensured that you were in no discomfort or pain before he began fucking his cock into you once more while staring at your growing tummy.
After all that was said and done, you're both laying in bed, your head on Gojoâs chest and his hand rubbing your tummy.
"Are you ok now?" He asked you, smoothing his hands over your seven and half months bump. "You're not going to attack me in my sleep again right?"
You laughed and playfully slapped his arms, "Well I was horny what was I supposed to do?"
"Wake me up like a normal human being," he answered and he laughed. He glanced at the clock beside the bed and saw that it was just a little bit over two a.m. in the morning. "Just wake me up normally baby and I'll fuck you if that's what you need me to do."
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hello hello (âââĄââ)ïŸ if i may, could i request a scenario with vash and reader in an established relationship? vash has saved a town and it's one of the few times where he's celebrated, everyone making merry at a bar. him and reader are getting to be sufficiently drunk and the reader has the sudden urge to spoil vash, resulting in them plopping themself onto his lap, cooing, petting his hair, tickling his chin and telling eeeeveryone what a big, strong man vash is. basically they're being gross and flirty and drunk together and it's silly đ
i hope you're having a wonderful day!! đ©·đ
"Everyone, I wanna propose a toast: To Vash the Stampede! For saving this town! And for saving my heart from loneliness! Here's to love and peace!"
"TO LOVE AND PEACE!"
"CHEERS TO VASH!"
"Thanks, Vash!!!"
"WOOOHOO!!"
"God bless the merry couple!"
As cheers rang around all throughout the bar, you stepped off the table and slumped back in your seat, a grin spreading from ear-to-ear. You took a lot of pride in having enough confidence to make that toast...and that you've achieved your goal of making your boyfriend blush redder than his coat.
Indeed, there were rare times where you and Vash could let your guards down when he's a wanted man. But after the heroic deeds he performed earlier in town, the people called for a celebration at the bar, not caring about the 60 billion dollar bounty on his head for once.
There were no lives lost, no major injuries, and the destruction was limited to a few shattered windows--thanks to the bandits and their shitty aiming skills.
After they got hauled off to jail, everyone at that point knew who Vash was, and invited you two and the rest of the group for some rounds.
While you were initially wary that it was some setup that would end in Vash running for his life and guns blazing, it thankfully became very much the opposite:
You and your friends having a grand old time, eating food and sharing drinks. By the time you made the toast, your boyfriend already had a buzz, indicated by the tie wrapped around his head and him retelling the story of today's events to you---even though you were there the entire time, witnessing them firsthand.
"That was the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me," Vash feigned a tiny sniffle, his arm pulling you closer to his side. "A toast..for me....V-Vash the Stampede..." His lips began trembling a bit, and you glanced at him, worried.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing..everything's great! How did I get so lucky??" Tears were quick to fall from his eyes, which he tried rubbing away before chugging more of his drink, looking to you with a sniffle. "You're so good to me, [y/n]..almost too good..you care so much and...you're the reason I believe in love and peace!"
"Awh, you're such a sap." You chuckled, forgetting that his emotions were dialed up to 11 at this point (then again, they were almost all the time). Reaching a hand up, you tousled with his spiky hair a bit. "You deserve this. We both needed this break."
"I know...can we toast just to us, mayfly?"
Without waiting for your response, he clinked his glass to yours. And you simply smiled back and took a big swig of your drink, feeling the alcohol burning your throat.
But you didn't care.
It was only a matter of time before it kicked into your system.
............
"Vaaaaaash!!"
"Yeeees?"
"Did I ever tell you..wha...what a good, strong, and handsome man you are?" You tilted your head, looking up into the puppy-dog eyes of your boyfriend, who was now just as wasted as you were at this moment.
It was fine, though. The twin suns will rise again tomorrow and it'll be just another day in Gunsmoke, on the run in the hot desert.
You could afford to let loose for one night.
"Yah really think so?"
"Oh, I know so...and I'm gonna tell everyone here allllllll about it. But first.." You moved out of your seat, and at first Vash assumed that you were trying to climb onto the table again to do another toast-
Until you instead climbed into his lap.
He froze up, a small squeak of surprise leaving his lips. Even now, he wasn't used to this kind of closeness..although he welcomed it nonetheless as you wrapped your arms around the tall man, noticing how red his face was turning.
"You're so cute when you make those noises. I wonder what other sounds I could extract outta you, hmm~?" As your index finger lightly tickled the area under his chin, he couldn't help but giggle, hugging you tightly to ensure you stayed on his lap.
He wouldn't mind being like this forever.
"C'monnnn, you're such a tease."
"And you're such a sweetheart. Always protecting me, preaching about love and peace...and not takin' shit from anybody. God, you're so hot for that. We need more men like you in the world."
"But you already got a man like me, mayfly..." He pouted.
"I know. Aren't I blessed? You damn angel." Laughing softly, your hand rose up to his cheek, and he seemed to know exactly what you wanted, as he crashed his lips into yours mere milliseconds later.
It was a sloppy kiss: long, messy and uncoordinated, hands becoming entangled in each other's hair....but that was quite alright.
He needed this. You needed this.
You couldn't help grinning as you overheard hollers and whistles from the other spectators, while your friends at the nearby table looked amused, grossed-out, and even a bit..embarrassed for you two. Yet they knew better than to interrupt.
Wolfwood, however, could only imagine the aftermath once the alcohol finally ran its course...
........
"M-My stomach still hurts--BLEAUUGH-!!"
"It's okay. Let it all out..I'm right here." Rubbing Vash's back up and down, you sheepishly looked to Wolfwood as your boyfriend was currently emptying the contents of his stomach into the bucket you've given him. "How has he not built up a tolerance to booze yet?"
"Beats me..but the misses didn't want him throwing up in the car. So let 'im stay there as long as he needs to." The priest brought a cigarette to his lips, a bit amused by the sight. "We'll be waitin' when you're both ready." He turned on his heel and headed back to where Meryl was filling the van's tank.
You sighed, only to hear Vash sigh even deeper as he finished puking his guts out. He looked up at you, wiping the saliva from his chin with a tired smile. "S-Sorry about this. Guess I had more than I could handle...again."
"That's okay." You took the bucket, pushing it somewhere out of both your sights. "I know you'd do the same for me."
"True, but with bedrest and medication...i-if we could find and afford it, obviously." His gaze flickered to the still-lively bar, frowning a bit. "Part of me's gonna miss this town..I doubt the next one will be just as inviting. But I gotta have some hope, right? There's a lot more good people out there, I know it."
"It's a big planet, so we'll see." You shrugged, grasping his hand and making his attention snap back to you. "I'll be sure to tell them how strong and handsome my darling Vash is, too~" With a wink, you had the man swooning again, as he shifted closer to you.
"You sure you're not drunk?" His eyes squinted with suspicion.
"Drunk or not, everything I say about you is true. And one day, I want you to believe those things about yourself."
"[Y/n]..."
"If anyone dares talk about your bounty, I'll tell them to shove it."
"I-I'd rather have you not-"
"Nobody--and I mean nobody--can put a price on your head. Not even 60 billion double dollars. Because you're worth everything to me."
"...a-are you flirting or trying to make me cry again?" Tears appeared in the corners of his eyes. "Because it's working.."
You huffed lightly, smiling as you patted his cheek. "As long as those are happy tears, angel. You ready to go? You won't get carsick?"
"I won't!" Vash jumped to his feet the same time you stood up, still holding your hand as you led him to the van, following you like the loyal dog he was.
You're grateful the toast at the bar put him in good spirits...and that he was still blushing over your drunken kisses and words of affirmation.
Even though his own gut had to suffer the consequences for a little while, it was all worth it.
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Goodnight Kiss
warning: nothing too crazy, mentions of lady parts tingling and a moan. But other than that, this is short and sweet : )
"I appreciate you taking me out tonight. That was the most fun I've had in a while," you softly smiled, feeling a giddy warmth as he walked you to your door. His smirk deepened as he glanced down, hands tucked casually into his pockets. His muscular figure towered over yours, if you hadn't known how much of a gentle giant he was, it was easy to feel intimidated.
This was your first date with Leati Joseph Anoa'i, affectionately known as Joe, the person you'd harbored a crush on since the 10th grade. Your accidental reunion at Robeks, your favorite smoothie spot, reignited those old feelings the moment you started chatting. And when he asked you out, you couldn't resist saying yes.
As the years passed, he evolved into a masterpiece, aging like the finest wine, each sip more intoxicating than the last. His once timid demeanor now exuded strength and confidence, drawing you closer with every step. His skin, now kissed by the sun, held a mesmerizing bronze hue, a far cry from the paleness of his youth. And oh, his facial hair, it contoured his face beautifully, emphasized every captivating feature. Perfect then, yes, but now, he was an embodiment of perfection beyond belief. Dressed in a sleek black suit, with a simple white T-shirt underneath, he oozed sophistication, the fabric clinging to his form, teasingly highlighting the muscles that yearned to be explored by your hands.
"I'm just glad I could bring a smile to your face, beautiful. You deserve it," he replied, his perfect smile causing a delightful blush to spread across your cheeks. He was absurdly charming.
"Well, I should probably head inside and get ready for bed. Early start at work tomorrow," you said, extending your arms for a hug.
He embraced you tightly, a playful squeeze making you squeal with laughter and him chuckle. Pulling back just enough, he paused for a bit before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then trailing his lips lower, peppering gentle kisses along your jawline.
Your body tensed, hands still clasped around his neck, caught in a moment of uncertainty and anticipation. The possibility of what he might do left you breathless, your first kiss looming on the horizon. Every beat of your heart echoed in the quiet space between you, something you swore he could hear.
It felt like paralysis. Every fiber of your being yearned to utter his name, to express the handful of sensations running through you, but your body betrayed you, rendered motionless, held captive by the potent spell he cast by his soft, plump lips. The feeling was both daunting and intoxicating, a thin line between fear and excitement.
He planted a sweet kiss on your nose before his fingers delicately lifted your chin, guiding your gaze to meet his. There was a silent exchange in his eyes, he paused with a lick of his lips and slightly shook his head in disbelief as his eyes slowly washed over your face.
"You are so damn beautiful, you know that?" he questioned, your heart fluttered at the compliment. You were thanking God that he blessed you with your deep melanin skin because your face would be as red as a cherry tomato. He was making you so nervous, you didn't even know how to respond.
"Think so?" you softly questioned, internally face-palming at your response.
With a nod, his features softened and his thumb brushed against your bottom lip.
"Know so." he responded with a breathy chuckle. Little did you know, you were taking away his breath as well.
He leaned in slowly, a hint of hesitation in his movements, silently offering you an opportunity to retreat if you wanted. But you leaned in as well, encouraging him to close the distance. His touch, initially gentle on your chin, migrated to cupping your face, while his left arm drew you nearer, enveloping you in his embrace. As his lips met yours, a wave of warmth surged through you, releasing the tension you had been holding. Your bodies melded seamlessly, and you found yourself swept away in the rhythm of the kiss. Though inexperienced, you gave in to the moment, surprised by the ease with which you followed his lead.
As if you weren't overstimulated enough, he moaned into your mouth, almost setting you ablaze. He made you want to tap out and it was only a kiss.
Sadly, you felt him slowly pull away but not without planting one last tender kiss against your lips. He still lingered close, his lips adorned with a gentle smile that spoke volumes of the connection you shared.
"Goodnight, sweetheart," he whispered against your lips.
"Goodnight.." you whispered back, trying to contain the whirlwind of emotions as your high school crush had given you your first kiss.
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Hello! May I request SAGAU childe reaction to his god letting him rest his head in their lap and saying they love him? I hope thatâs alright thank you I hope you have a lovely day!
word count. 669
àšà§ â ê° cw. yandere, unhealthy relationships, possessive & obsessive thoughts/behaviors, religious + cult themes, sagau + cult au, gn reader. i do not condone yanderes irl.
àšà§ â ê° a/n. something possessed me and i wrote this in like 30 mins?? also this is barely proofread so im sorry for any mistakes TT
Childe is acutely aware of every muscle in his body.
Your hand rests on his head, gently caressing his hair. Every glide of your fingers against his skin sends a rush of euphoria down his spine, mixed with the ever growing urge to hide his face in your thighs and escape into your warmth.
He feels every minute twitch of his fingers, the rumble of his heart, the dull ache in the back of his head that presses deep against his skull the longer every word of worship stays unsaid on his tongue.
Childe has never felt so blessed before. If every death on his hands was for this short moment, he would do it how many times it takes for another second. There is no place he'd rather be than by your sideâ whether that is at your feet, as your shadow, or merely another in a crowd of worshipers.
He doesn't know what exactly he did to deserve this, but he would throw himself back into the abyss if it meant figuring out what it was. Anything for a repeat of this moment. Anything for it last a little longer.
Your breath is barely audible above him, but he bites his tongue anywayâ stops his breath short in his throat so he can etch the sound into his mind; burn it into his memory so he can never forget. Anything to make the you in his dreams more accurate. Anything to make it so the next time he sleeps, it feels a little bit more like reality.
Sacrilegious to tarnish your image in his mind, maybe; but your fingers still coil around the curls of his hair, still hum under your breath a tune unfamiliar to him. His copper-lashes still flutter close, his mind still veiled with fog and dazed thoughts of where this moment could go nextâ and you're still there, letting him enjoy this short reprieve before he is torn from you again, back to another battlefield drenched in blood, to the darkness and bitter silence found in the halls of the Tsaritsa's palace.
He once lived without you, utterly lost and alone. He should be used to the ache left in the wake of your presence. But then you found him, and he can't bear the thought to be apart from you again.
Childe feels your hand still, and his eyes snap open before he can register anything else.
Did he do something wrong? Did he do something to upset you? Fears muddle his mind and dread clings to him like a cloak, burrowing into his flesh and wrapping around his lungs.
"I love you, Ajax."
Life rushes into him all at once. Like the warm morning rising onto a world covered in black and ash, an unbearable heat suffused his cheeks and spread from his chest to every inch of his body. It wrestles with gray of his world and brings it color and vibrancies.
He jumps, rising so he can catch the expression on your face. You're smiling, eyes crinkled at the corners, with so much fondness dancing within that it hurts. Childe doesn't feel deserving of itâ he's only barely begun to prove himself to you.
Maybe you read the disbelief on his face, because you repeat yourself. You say it softly. Gently. You say it with so much affection and love he can barely comprehend it. His soul sings, and his heart drums, and his eyes turn glossy before he can stop them.
Only you can make him feel this way. Only you are deserving of his worship. Only you, in all of your graceâ only you, in all of your perfection. Anybody else is secondary. They are inherently meaningless when compared to you. And in this moment, you shine ever brighterâ you make him realize just how lucky he is to have you as a god.
"I..." Childe chokes on his words, finding it harder to keep his emotions at bay. "I love you too, Your Grace. Only you."
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Kep1er's Shen Xiaoting x Male Reader x Male Friend Smut
10,884 words
Categories | masturbation, handjob, blowjob, facefucking, cunnilingus, anal, spitroast, thighfucking, slapping
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Okay, to begin with: one could say Xiaotingâs a little pent up. Just a little is what she'd like to say, for the sake of everyone around her, but with the way things are going, she might as well be flat-out enraged. Fucking unhinged, if you will. Sheâs a nudge away from screaming and wrecking everything everywhere all at once, all over the place.Â
The problem? Well, it's not an easy answer. But this is the short one: it's not at all fun being kept in the company building to practice more even after they've replayed the comeback song more times than she can count on her fingers. There's a one, a two, and a one, two, threeâ
Cue the music!Â
(Yeah, that wasn't a particularly short answer.)
"So, I was thinkingâŠ" hums Yujin, sedentary beside her and with a head on her shoulder.Â
Every bone in Xiaotingâs body is on fire after the rehearsals. But: "What is it?"Â
See, it's been a rough day, but not too rough that she's going to take it all out on her best friend. No matter what happens, she is and always will remain an angel to Yujin. Nothing more, nothing less. They're practically sisters with how much time they've spent together. She guesses she should return the favor of friendship in her own little way.
Here's how it is with her and Yujin as of present: they're in the practice room, and it's quiet. The rest of the group have emptied the place out and the two of them are alone. This is usually the time Xiaoting and she catch up with each other; there isn't much time to do that in between packed schedules, but since then sheâs formed quite a friendship with her bandmate, and sheâs determined to keep it strong.
Yujin taps her chin cutely. "Are the CCTVs' audio on?"
Xiaoting raises a brow. A smile, however, settles for the first time on her face. "Choi Yujin," she says, both seriously and kiddingly, "what the hell are you planning now?"
"Language.â
âThe girlsâ"
"âaren't here," Yujin fills the blanks in for her with her signature eye smile. "Exactly, thank you for bringing that up. They can't join us when we go there."
She blinks, not catching on. "Go where?"Â
The older girl pushes two index fingers together. "I may or may not have negotiated with the manager," she says slyly, "and we may or may not have a day-off tomorrow."
Genuine and grateful shock filters into Xiaotingâs Bambi-wide eyes. The sides of her mouth twitch, and she realizes itâs a smile. It takes news like this to bring out a big, giddy one from her. It's the right news at the perfect time.
(No, it can't be merely called newsâit's a blessing. The universe is finally kind to her. Maybe it doesn't deserve the endless curses she's thrown at it after rough days, when it's chosen to bear the weight of the sky on her.
Xiaoting, however, is fantastic at holding grudges.)
"You're kidding!" says Xiaoting happily. Her hands grip Yujin's shoulders, and now she's got the girl swaying to and fro driven by her own excitement. Force is something she doesn't relent, so Yujin's forced to bear the calamity of her happiness with the repeated rocking. âYujin unnie, oh my god, youâre the best!â
"Calm down!" she chides with a giggle, but the girl's energy only goes up.
"We've got to go somewhere! Somewhere fancy, Yujin unnie, somewhere like a⊠aâŠ"
What could be the perfect place to go for a day-off? The two of them have already gone to a massage therapist, as well as blown money on massive shopping sprees. That film screeningâs crossed out, too. Now, with all of those boxes checked, they need a new one to add to the list.Â
"A hot spring," Yujin declares rather than suggests, a cheeky grin on her face. Seems like sheâs been scheming about a day-off for more than a while. "We're going to, like, a super private hot spring. Itâs really exclusive, so even if people recognize us, weâll be fine. Privacy is one of the reasons why itâs got five stars on Google reviews.â
Xiaoting leans back into the mirror and thinks about it. A private hot spring? No need to think if people would see her or not? It sounds too good to be true. She loves being an idol despite the schedules and cramped day-offs, but it definitely wonât hurt to be able to be herself where it wonât matter. It would drain the stress from her life even for just a little while.
Who knows? She might even make some new friends.
âIâm in!âÂ
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Well, someone isn't, but that's how the story goes.
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âIsnât this kind of like nepotism?â
The creases on your clothes donât smooth out by themselves. You guess you shouldnât have procrastinated ironing them, especially now that youâre bringing them along for a trip. Look over at your friend's luggage and see that his clothes arenât that perfect either, which comforts a much more unprioritized concern.
âDude,â he sighs as he folds his clothes into organized (or at least, as organized as they can be) places inside his luggage bag, âdo you even know what nepotism means?â
He got you. You make a sigh of your own, too; your main concern being the whole vacation thing is rather odd. It really shouldnât be when itâs a promise of a good time, food served limitlessly, and the waves always there to crash on a tired soul, but it still sets you off.
What could be the reason for your gut feeling? You havenât been able to figure out why. All you know is that if Lee werenât your friend, youâd have refused to go. You would have fought not to go, but your circumstances are different, hence the clothes scattered along the carpeted floor of his room and the unzipped luggage carry-ons.
Your belongings sit side by side in your bag. Your earphones are tangled strings and your clothes are wrinkled; they donât want to go either, apparently. They all yearn for home, just like you are, even if youâre just in the packing stage of the trip.Â
Maybe theyâve got little introverted souls of their own.
âNo,â you admit. Your back slumps. âIt just⊠it just doesnât seem fair, y'know."
âWho cares?â Lee says, in his usual, laid-back manner. Itâs the thing that made the two of you close friends in the first place, but right now, itâs interfering with helping him understand your situation. Pity. âLin works there, so it isnât exactly a privilege. He works his ass off, and since heâs been a long-time employee, we get to stay there for free. Isnât it neat?â
Lee looks at you with an expression that prods you to agree, but you donât budge. Itâs kind of funny how you refuse to enjoy a free connections-caused vacation when your morals are already fucked up as is, but when you believe in something, you donât really back down easily.
Is that a good trait? Not exactly; it has its fair share of bad days.
âWhat about people who lose a booking spot because of us?âÂ
âFuck them, man,â Lee says nonchalantly, waving a hand in the air. âIâm going to have fun, and nothing can ruin that for me.â
How youâre friends with someone whoâs your complete opposite, youâve no idea. But you like Leeâheâs been there for you when no one wanted to be, and you owe more to him than an agreement to a vacation. If thatâs the case, why couldnât you just go?
You say nothing. You donât know what else to say anyway. Any more words from you might dig a deeper hole than youâve already dug, so you choose to be silent. Sometimes itâs better to keep your mouth shut than explain yourself.Â
âHey,â he suddenly says, a softer melody to his tone now. âIâm sorry. I know youâre not too happy about going out, so if you want to back out, itâs totally fine with me. No hard feelings.â
You know heâs just trying to be kind, as anyone would, but his words tell you anything but not to go. Thing is, you donât like being a burden on his back. On anyoneâs back for that matter. Maybe itâs time to dip your toes out of your comfort zone and just dive headfirst into doing it. The whole thing would be over sooner than youâd think.
"I guess I'm in," you say. No going back now.Â
"I fucking love you, man!" Lee cheers, throwing his arms around you.Â
You have to admit you're smiling. Stifle it, but the creases of happiness get your cheeks unable to form a disguise. Decide not to hide it anymore (because who the fuck are you kidding anyway?) and return to packing.
In a slightly better mood, you fold one graphic shirt over the other, and ask, "What's the hype about the place anyway?"
"Well," Lee explains, "it's a hot spring. It's where celebrities, idolsâall the hot people, basicallyâgo for a vacay."
"Does that make us hot people then?" you wonder out loud. It's worth the question.
"You are a good-looking dude. I'd definitely tap that."
"Thanks." An embarrassingly lengthy beat. "Wait, whatâ"
"They pay really good, too," Lee goes on as if nothing happened. "That's why Lin likes working there. It has unlimited portions of dinner and a big buffet at night. The water's really warm, too, so you're not gonna shiver when you get in."
"Ah. Well,â shrug matter-of-factly, âit is a hot spring."
He smirks. "You don't get it, do you? The water there is perfect for external detoxifying. That's where Nayeon goes to get perfect skin."
There he goes again. Leeâs the type of person to be too in the know of every piece of celebrity gossip out there. That quality of his goes up when itâs about his favorite idol, Im Nayeon.Â
"You're too in love with her," you scoff.
"We have a connection, is all."
"A parasocial one at that."
"One more word out of you," Lee says, voice full of warning, "and you're banned from my house and the hot spring."
You chuckle. Lee's quite sensitive when it comes to Nayeon. You wonder if there would be a point in your life wherein you'd obsess over an idol, too, just like he is. Perhaps a few months from now?Â
(A day from now?)
"Oh, come on," you protest. Zip up your bag and shove it over to Lee. "It's not my fault you genuinely believe Nayeon's your girlfriend!"
"I don't, what the fuck."
"Then why do you want to go to the hot spring so badly? Think you can meet her there?" Put on a mocking voice. "Think you can marry her and have seven children with her?"
Lee glowers and gives you the finger. Gives you the finger on the other hand, too. Shoves the two raised middles into your face. "Fuck you, man."
Your heart feels lighter after teasing him. It just so happened that all it takes for you to agree is the classic ol' nagging. God knows you're good at that.
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Your mind changed, see? Itâs all going according to planâyou and Xiaoting have to meet somehow.
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Xiaoting's happy that they're going to use the trailer. She knows it might attract attention, considering that a photo of her girl group is literally painted on the outer walls of the vehicle, but if the world sees fit, maybe people would assume it's a normal trailer with a fan-funded ad.Â
Besides, it's better than her manager's tight old car.Â
"We've got this place all to ourselves," Yujin says in her usual cheerful voice. Sheâs opted to go donning a lavender set of pajamas. Xiaoting chooses to wear a denim skirt and a t-shirt. "Which seat will it be, Ting?"
She scans the place. There are aisles and aisles of empty seats, all mantled with transparent plastic. There's a bathroom in the far end (essential after they eat some nice burgers on the road) and a television mounted at the very front of the trailer (gotta know what happens in the next episode of Running Man, after all).
Ultimately, they choose to sit near the doors. She suggests that they each occupy two seats opposite each other for comfort. Her friend agrees, thinking nothing of it. They both settle into their seats with pillows pressed to the trailer walls and the night sky watching their trip.
Would it watch if she decided to look at porn right now? Would the stars lose their shine after seeing the kinks sheâs particularly into?
Oh, she knows it's risky, but she's got her headphones with her, hanging 'round her neck like an accessory. Yujin and the driver won't be disturbed that way. And sheâs got mobile data, too. If they ever check the Wi-Fi router history, theyâd know nothing about her secrets. At least, she doesn't think so.
She bites her lip. Yujin's still awake, so she has to hold out for a few more minutes.
"Isn't it nice getting to go out once in a while?" Yujin asks. She sighs dreamily as she looks out at the passing roads. The moon gleams in the reflection in her eyes. "Itâs been a while since we went on a road trip. Not that fun when cameras are around."
Xiaoting's thighs squirm together. She's too horny for small talk with her. Her hands and eyes remain locked on her phone, where a video of a woman with spread legs between two anonymous men waits. She wants to watch it already, to imagine that itâs her body theyâre using. She wants to sink her fingers deep in her own cunt and fuck herself into a quiet yet violent orgasm. She needs it more than she could say, but Yujinâs still there, waiting for a response.
âTing-ah,â Yujin calls out, looking at her with eyes full of expectation. Sheâs confused; Xiaoting is quiet, but not so much that her responses are nonexistent. Something must be wrong. âYou okay?â
âY-yeah.â Does she dareâŠ? Xiaoting hopes the dark night covers her hand, which edges down to her covered core. She bites her lip to muffle the moany sound of her breath catching on a hook. âWe deserve this. Letâs hope the girls arenât jealous.â
âTheyâre going to stay at Disneyland,â replies the leader. âIf anything, weâre the ones who should be jealous.â
Xiaoting finds her clit and rubs at it softly with the tip of her finger. Her thighs instinctually lock her wrist in place. The heat gathers at her bundle of nerves and spreads to the rest of her body. Sheâs too turned on, and the thought of Yujin or the driver finding out that sheâs touching herself both frightens and excites her. At times, her wrist stops its choreographed motions, hesitance riddling its veins, but goes against it with a pace even she canât keep up with.
âXiaoting? Earth to Shen Xiaoting?â
âAh,â she responds, but itâs more induced by her fingers drawing number 8s on her nub rather than an apologetic answer. Xiaotingâs cheeks and ears turn red. âYeah, Disneyland. Theyâre younger anyway, so Iâd guess theyâd like⊠that.â
Yujin peers at her closely. Her eyes squint but fail to catch on to her groupmateâs hand which now starts to fuck her fingers into her tight hole. âAre you okay?âÂ
Xiaoting is more than okay. Sheâs blissful, and sheâs not using the term loosely, mind you; her wetness practically floods her panties. They slicken the pads of her fingers and drive them through deeper places in her needy cunt. No matter how hard she tries to relax in order for her fingers to intrude her hole more, she still desperately clenches down. Itâs humiliating how hard and sensitive her nipples have become even without them being directly touched.
Her hips sway in what she prays is a subtle dance. She looks out the window and nods. Sheâs a little afraid to speak. What if her words end up becoming garbled moans? Would it matter if they do? How high is the possibility of her saying something like please please let me touch myself, Iâll be a good girl, donât make me stop Iâve been so good?
Yujin eventually lets the matter rest and melts into sleepful rest herself. Itâs either she has an idea of what Xiaoting is doing and doesnât care enough to pry, or has no idea at all and decides to leave it be for both of their sakes. Her head leans on the window pane where her sleep-ridden eyelids reflect.
Once Xiaoting ensures that her eyes are completely shut, she connects her headphones to her phone. Her mindâs so addled by lust that the clicking of buttons necessary to wire the sound matches the speed of light. She hits the play button, waiting eagerly for the video with the hand between her legs.
One of the men teases the womanâs tiny slit with his cock, making the actress toss her head back and bite her lip. Xiaotingâs mouth waters at how big the rod is, and suddenly itâs not lust much anymore but wishfulness. She wants to be fucked as good as she could be, and it canât easily be solved with watching pornography. For now, though, she settles with teasing her clit with the same rhythm one of the male pornstars is performing on the passive woman.
Her heart aches with want. As she watches him penetrate her while his partner fucks her mouth, she teases herself. Her breaths break through her nostrils while her fingers rub up and down between her drenched folds. She dips her middle digit inside her clenched hole, and she has to gather her strength not to moan unabashedly right then and there. The power of imagination reaches beyond excellence, and right now sheâs imagining that sheâs in the same position as the porn actress: having both her upper and downer lips fucked at the same time.
âFuck,â she whispers. Itâs a thin little word, barely creating any sound, but she still looks at Yujin out of paranoia. Upon finding that she remains asleep, she continues fucking herself. The sides of her fingers clash with her velvety walls to rub and stimulate them. Her wrist bumps her clit, increasing the pleasure of the experience.
Her pussyâs closed tightly around her fingers, as if telling them to go on or theyâll be trapped here doing it forever. Soon, she has to lift her hips too to mash them with her hand. Xiaotingâs filling herself over and over again, and her risque little self-love session is amplified with the dirtiest of thoughts. She thinks how badly she wants to be used, to be treated like the good girl sheâs willing to ditch her whole persona to be. She ponders on how good it would feel if her holes were to be filled with cock and fingers and cum, and the way it would never stop even after sheâs spent. She guarantees thatâs the part that makes her excited the most.
Soon, sheâs lost in her own dream. This isnât exactly a dream slumber would stumble across, but itâs perfectâitâs an imaginary land where sheâs given what she wants. What she wants just so happens to be fucked. Thatâs how simple it is. Sheâd appreciate nothing more than to have her body rubbed and touched, to have her holes spread to their limits and taken in a way thatâs almost inconsiderate.Â
It's a fantasy she has, in fact, of being screwed by two people at once. Sheâs read the explicit fictional stories horny fans on the internet write about her, but sheâs chosen to enjoy them rather than report them to her agency. They get some parts right: she wants to be fucked, sheâs constantly on edge, and would love to have her sexual dreams fulfilled. The problem here is that thereâs no one to make them come true for her; she has to stick with overused words in old fanfiction site posts and her fingers.
The two menâs symphony of moas draw wetter strings of lubrication from her cunt. Itâs as if the video were an actual critically acclaimed movie with how much sheâs hooked onto it. She imagines the best she could that itâs her ass that fat cock is going into, her mouth thatâs being ruined, her clit thatâs being rubbed. She wants it all more than anything.
âPlease,â she says. Her legs cross and her voice strains to be allowed to scream. âFuck me, use me, pound me⊠âlmost thereâŠâ
Xiaoting shuts her eyes and lets the sounds get to her: the clashing of skin, the wet squelching sounds that are either coming from her pussy or the pornstarâs, the male and female moans alike. She pumps faster, and sheâs chasing her high like a starved hunter for prey. Sheâs chasing after it, grasping itâ
âCumming!â
The shock settles in before she squirts all over the seat. The worst thing is that sheâs not able to stop the stream of girl cum coming from her pussy despite her hand halting its movements. She canât take back her words either. Someone definitely heard that.
âTing-ah,â says a drowsy Yujin. She lifts her head off the window and squints through blurred vision to try and make out what happened. âDid someone say anything?â
âYes⊠ah, no.â Xiaoting thanks goodness that her voice isnât brittle anymore. âI think I just, uh, spilled my water.â
âOh. Want me to help you clean it up?â
âItâs, itâs fine,â Xiaoting declines politely and waves her off.Â
(Fuck, she wasnât supposed to dismiss her with that hand! Luckily, she explained the reason for the wetness just now. She just hopes the atmosphere doesnât stink of fluids and cum.)
Still, long after the girl drifts off to sleep again, Xiaoting discovers that it isnât enough. She could have the most head-numbing orgasms known to woman, but they still wonât feel as good when theyâre not drawn out of her by someone else.Â
So, what should she do?
-
Planes are the closest thing to the Devil incarnate. Whose idea was it to throw people into the sky where they could disappear with the wrong turn? Itâs bad enough on the ground, but when youâre talking about being in the sky where the weather can pull you down without effort, the danger makes your skin crawl more.
So, when Lee told you that he booked two seats on a plane to get to the infamous hot spring, (the time of the explanation conveniently being when you were already miles from home in the goddamned car), you freaked out. Thatâs the lightest way you can put it.
âWhat the fuck do you mean weâre getting on a plane?â you ask, trying to keep your voice at a level wherein the taxi driver wonât hear your toddler-like complaints.
âAre you serious?â your friend fires back, although his title as a friend would have withered instantly if not for your genuine admiration for the guy. âItâs in Seoul, what did you expect us to do? Walk like twenty-thousand miles to get there?â
You let out a little hoarse laugh and clap your hands together sarcastically. Taking theater in high school has seriously influenced your ways. âYou know I hate heights, Lee! Oh, and what a great argument you have there: using that White Chicks song to defend yourself. Really mature.â
âThatâs A Thousand Miles, you moron!â Lee punches your shoulder. âI already booked a flight, so you either go through or go home. Deal with it.â
Youâd have chosen the latter, but you really donât want to drag your heavy bags home. The roads have been crossed and the wheels have rolledâyou canât back out now. It would break the whole puzzle from the first jigsaw piece to the last.Â
Besides, you did tell yourself that it was time to step out of your comfort zone. It would take blocking out flashbacks of when the plane made an emergency landing back when you were four years old and on a family trip, but no one promised that it would be easy.Â
The driver flashes the two of you dirty looks. You and Lee immediately take the hint to calm down and save the conversation for later.
Entering the airport and discovering that the drop-off place is underground reminds you of the second closest thing to the Devil incarnate: the cursed invention that is the elevator.Â
Choose any elevator out there: an office elevator, a Barbie dreamhouse rope-controlled one, or the other unholy name they take up which is âlift.â Whatever and wherever doesnât matter. You hate all of them equally, the contempt in your heart going out for each one that exists. It doesnât matter which form they transform into. You will always hate them with every piece of your soul.
It just turns out that perhaps your overly paranoid gut feelings were right this time, for today, you experience the worst of not one, but two hells of your worst fears.
âYou know,â say out loud as you suspiciously examine every cramped corner of the elevator, âI have to start saying no sometimes. I donât need this, man.â
Lee scoffs. âYou say ânoâ all the time.â He tracks the numbers going up on the little screen above the elevator buttons. âYou should actually start doing the opposite.â
Once again, guilt runs through your blood like a drug. It definitely wonât be a recreational one; you realize through it that all your life, youâve sheltered yourself in a bubble where no discomfort could ever pop in and welcome itself into your home. Itâs carried on into adulthood and, like that of an irritating intrusive thought, wonât leave. Itâs a painful discovery, and you donât want to think about it more.
The elevator seems to shrink around you. You can only think of how there would be the plane to not look forward to as well, and you feel even sicker.
One step at a time, buddy. One step at a time.
The gray doors part and welcome you to a floor of marble, promotional tarpaulins that hang from the high ceiling, and lots of people. You release a breath of relief.
âLook, Iâm sorry, man,â says Lee. He rolls his luggage out of the claustrophobia-causing nightmare and shrugs.Â
Itâs his second apology of the day. He tries to play it off with small smiles, but heâs obviously down. Heâs never forced you to do stuff you werenât comfortable with until now, and because of that, itâs ruining the trip. Youâre ruining the trip. It hasnât even fully begun yet.
âYou donât have to say that all the time, you know.âÂ
âI know, but IâŠâ He shakes his head. âI just want to have a nice vacation with my closest friend. Iâm sorry if I keep pushing your limitsââ
âMy limits are anything that make me feel, like, even the slightest bit uncomfy,â you inform him with a small, lighthearted grin. âDonât feel bad about it. Youâre still a dick, though.â
âAnd you still donât know what A Thousand Miles is.â
Scoff and walk faster. You and Lee meet each otherâs gazes along the way and grin. Itâs how you know everythingâs going to work out.
Your wristwatch says that it's nearly one a.m.. Explains why your eyelids are heavy, but you keep going. If you persevere, the inevitable sleep on the flight would distract you from everything. Make your world lighter for just a few hours. Jetlagâ'll come around, though, but fending off flight anxiety is your main concern now.Â
Climbing into the plane, you find your seats. Lee calls dibs on the window seat, which you have no problem giving to him. The light clouds in the dark sky and the shining city lights beneath them all may look photogenic, but it's a far cry from fascinating to you. It's a nightmare, a complete opposite from beautiful.
"Soda or coffee?" asks the flight attendant. She's prettyâshe looks like she could be the Nation's Sweetheart with her youthful face and timid yet polite smile.Â
(WaitâŠ)
You don't drink either of them anyway. Soda's too carbonated, and coffee would just keep you awake. Thatâs the last thing you need to be. "Water, please."
"Boring," Lee says. He turns to the flight attendant. "I'll take both, if you please."
"Seat 1112, am I correct?"
"Sure are." He leans back onto the armrest and smiles.
You roll your eyes at Lee practically making heart eyes at the flight attendant. He's trying to look all cool, too. Shake your head as you drink from the water bottle the woman gave you.
"I apologize, sir, but your payment doesn't cover two drinks. May I offer you water instead?"
Water streams out of your nose. Laughs shake your chest and shoulders. The poor old lady over at the front rows looks at you curiously. A man's stifling his laughs while Lee tries to debate which party should be more embarrassed: him or you.
A fair tie?
âThat was so not cool, man,â Lee grumbles. He lifts the cup full of mineral water to his lips and drinks it halfheartedly.Â
âHey, not my fault you only think with your dick.â
âWhatever. Fine.â He looks at the attendant serving other people again. âShe kinda looks like IU, doesnât she?â
You tilt your head. He could be right; you might have caught a glimpse of a camera around the corner. Maybe she was doing a variety show role? And with that face looking strikingly identical with Koreaâs household name, thereâs a chance that his attempt to pick the Lee Jieun up was just broadcasted on live television.Â
Wipe your mouth. âYou like IU, too, donât you?â you ask.
Lee shrugs. âHer surname isnât for nothing, ainât it? Sheâs like my number two after Nayeon.â
âAnd you realize that youâre probably gonna get eaten up by her fans on Pannchoa if sheâs really IU?â
âYep,â your friend says with a nonchalant tilt of his head. âWho cares? Anybody in Korea would die to have IU in his life, or at least, someone who looks like her.â
You have a feeling that it foretells something that would change the trajectory of your lives forever. How and why, you donât know. You guess youâll just have to survive the flight to find out.
It takes a long time to get you to find out. The whole ride is a headache. Turbulence knocks the plane side to side, and youâre constantly bumped awake from your sleep. Youâre thankful that you didnât choose to get risky and choose the window seat. If you did, youâd have multiple fears of suddenly falling from the sky and into an ocean called the Middle of Nowhere. You try to get Lee to pull the small blinds of the window down to soothe your fears, but heâs too fascinated by how the clouds wisp and wane over the wings of the plane. He did give in to letting you use his blanket, though, so you decide that itâs okay.
Landing is a different story. Your palms feel numb after holding onto the armrests for so long. They lose color, stiffening upon the solid coping mechanism and persevering the best they can. While the others, especially the older men, clap politely after the plane meets earth again, you sit there breathless.Â
âWasnât so bad now, was it?â Lee asks. Heâs clapping, too, earning the approval of an old American guy to his right.Â
Glower. âFuck you."
-
You have to admit: it is quite a nice place. You'd say that to Lee, but you're still in a bad mood after the flight.Â
The hot spring lifts your spirits anyway. Small well-furnished buildings reserved for the esteemed guests (a.k.a you and Lee) stand to the side while the hot spring pools are modestly curtained. Tangled lights pepper the poles, making Christmas come early. The night pairs up with it to make shadows on the grass.Â
You feel like a rich man. Rich men arenât exactly all that honest, but youâre truthful when you say that perhaps it was a good idea to join Lee on the trip.
"Now remember," Lee tells you, dressed in a pair of swimshorts like you, "the expensive places like this one separate the women from the men. So you gotta be careful."
"Sounds like my old Sunday school." Translation: easy to follow.
Sunday school also taught that greed isnât good. Thatâs one thing you canât reject because you crave for more of this place. The clear, chlorine water seeping into the grass from the brim of the pool and the large buffet set out on a long table before the hot springs all draw you closer to more than one of the seven deadly sins. You want more of this rare luxury even if youâll bite off more than you can chew.
At least you have Lee as your partner on the highway to hell.
"All I'm saying is," he pulls back the curtain of one of the pools and gestures a welcoming hand, "be mindful 'causeâ"
"Hey, what the fuck!"
You almost jump out of your flip-flops. Look around to see who screamed, then realize you have nowhere to look but forward.Â
There lies (swims?) your answer: a young, red-haired woman is in the warm water, glaring as she covers up her body. There's not much to cover when her exposed tight midriff already has ample show space below the bikini, but the shock in her eyes shows that there's more to this than modesty. She was doing something she never intended to be seen.
Looks like your friend didn't live up to his words about carefulness. He just invaded the women's pool. And now you're pulled into the mess and could be fined for this and that. You're already broke enough as is, so the irritableness inside you grows again.
"Oh my god," Lee says. He looks curious despite the shock on his face. Seeing this girl is like deja vuâhe swears on his life heâs seen her before. "I'm so sorry. W-we, we didn'tâŠwe're sorry, missâ"
"Itâs Xiaoting," the girl says. "Be careful, you almost gave me a heart attack!"
Her name rings a bell, but itâs only a light sound. You swear youâve heard of her somewhereâthat face belongs on magazines, and with the hot spring being the go-to for celebrities, thereâs a big chance sheâs a famous name.Â
Lee swallows. He sees it, too. "Is it the wrong time to say that you look just like IU?"
"Don't flatter me," Xiaoting says, though the venom in her words is suddenly stranded. Those red cheeks can't be induced by the fancy lights. "You can't just disturb a girl with her me time. Fucking leave."
Me time?
Slowly, all the pieces fall into place. You realize that the shock Xiaoting showed isnât because of the pool regulations and restrictions about the guests, but because sheâs doing something far more bold. Now you understand why her fingers, still covering her top, are wrinkled even when the red locks of her head arenât wet.
âOh, who am I kidding?â Xiaoting rolls her eyes. âIâve been dying to get fucked all day.âÂ
âWhat?â you ask, your voice ridden with confusion from the sudden realization.
She eyes your stomachs, quads, and faces. Her big eyes are camerasâthey sweep down your body and Leeâs own with accurate focus. You suddenly feel like shrinking into a small creature just to escape the power of her stare. In one way or another, she still brings her intimidating idol persona outside of the stage.
She drops her arms from her neck and shows off the whole of her body. Itâs slim yet toned, gathering the most power in her midriff lined with light abs and her thighs that look delicious even when submerged in water. The black top and bottoms hug her figure so well itâs starting to look as if she had them personally handmade and tailored to look fantastic on her.Â
âAnd those cocks,â she continues, looking at your crotches with a lick of her lips, âlook perfect. Big enough to give my insides a good rearranging, you know?â
You and Lee look at each other, then back at Xiaoting. None of you expected that, even from a woman whom you assumed just masturbated in the pool. And whose name starts to sound more and more familiar.
"Are youâŠ" you dare to ask.
"Shen Xiaoting," she replies. She's slowly stepping out of the pool. You'd die to be the water caressing her thighs. "You know Kep1er, don't you?"
Lee nods dumbly.Â
She smiles. "I thought so. I knew you'd recognize me after you said I looked like IU."
"For what it's worth," your friend says, stumbling on his words, "I like IU. A lot. I got to know you when, uh, fans on Twitter said you looked like her."
"Would you fuck me like you want to fuck her?"
Now he has no words to stumble on. "I⊠uhâŠ"
"Your friend doesnât look too sure,â Xiaoting says after she turns to you. Resting her head on one side, she adds, charmingly: âHow about we show him the real deal? Make him give in?â
You canât believe what sheâs saying. Itâs both too good and too bad to be true. The first factor to this thatâs a pro and a con is that sheâs an idol. Didnât she just say that sheâs from Kep1er? If one of the hot spring staff couldnât keep their mouth shut, a scandal would spread on news sites and social media alike that Kep1erâs visual and main dancer just fucked a random guy. Two random guys if this escalates.Â
You canât give in.
Xiaoting massages your shoulders.
You wonât give in.
And she runs her fingers along your chest and down to the band of your swimshorts. She pulls it down.
You shanât give in.
Afterwards. she fishes your cock out from your gray underwear. Youâre hard. Sheâs smiling.
Youâll never give in.
She pumps it. Her hand is as soft as it looks. The added texture from the wrinkles stimulates you more in a way thatâs so fucked up it shouldnât be allowed to happen. You bite your lip to break the moan that nearly escaped your lips.
Xiaoting drops to her knees.
You give your all.
Xiaoting kisses your tip then tickles your slit with the soft edge of her tongue. You exhale too loudly for her not to grin mischievously. Her bright eyes shouldnât look so innocent when her full lips graze along your length, sealing at the base then harshly sucking all the way backwards. But they do, and you canât look away.Â
Sheâs trapped you. Youâre a little embarrassed at how a girl whoâs only met you and knows all the risks that come with fucking you still manages to reduce you to groans because you should be the bigger person here. You should play the devilâs advocate and tell her to get away from you with her nonsense and stupidly soft lips and irritatingly beautiful face. You should push her away. Yes, she should do everything but come closer; she shouldâ
âFuck me,â you breathe raspily.
ââCourse I will,â Xiaoting answers with a smile thatâs too pretty for her own good. She faces your friends and flashes him a quiet smile. âJealous yet?â
âNo,â Lee answers.Â
âHm. I can do something about that.â
She deepthroats you, welcoming your bulge into her tight neck and letting it thrust in and out. The closeness of her airway greets you when you push, and her slick, wet mouth begs you to come back when you exit. It leaves you in a frenzy of indecisivenessâyou donât know what to choose: keep bluntly thrusting into Xiaotingâs throat or let your cockhead glide along her lips. Again, she makes you dizzy. Helpless. Weak.
âYou sure know how to suck a dick,â says Lee enviously. The tightness of his shorts canât hide his erection.Â
Xiaoting pulls back. âOh, I do,â she says. âI can do two things at once, if you know what I mean.â She levels him with a schemeful stare. âIâm very good at it.â
âFuck.â
âWhatâs wrong?â she asks meekly. Her bottom lip juts out, âWant me to show you?â
Whenever Lee watches Kep1erâs V-lives or variety shows, he takes Xiaoting as someone whoâs silent but forgiving. But now that heâs actually met her, he finds out that sheâs the type of girl who doesnât take no for an answer. If it werenât already obvious from her rubbing his cock over his bottoms and her mouth sucking you away, she always gets what she wants. She might like to play quiet and innocent, but itâs clear that she isnât any of that.
âOh fuck,â he gasps. Her palmâs soft and smooth over the sensitive flesh of his erection. âXiaoâ Xiaoting⊠youâre soââ
âOh, so now you want to fuck me?âÂ
âIâuhââ
âSay it.â Xiaoting replaces her mouth on your cock with a furious, pumping hand and prods your friend on. Now sheâs jerking the two of you off at the same time and leaves no second for you to breathe. âSay that you want to fuck me.â
âI want to fuck you, Xiaoting,â Lee says. He closes his eyes and hisses. âWe want to fuck you so bad.â
You nod in agreement. Both of your male moans fill the air, making Xiaotingâs smile grow wider. Sheâs finally getting what she wants, and sheâs not going to stop until it blooms to something better. She can already imagine being fucked by the two of you. She bets itâll be better than just watching an old porn video.
The cause of the thrill is recognizable. Yujin could walk into the pool at any time and scream at the boldness, and if you and Lee werenât trustworthy, sheâd end up on the news and ruin her career. Itâs the risk of being caught that quickens her jerking of your cocks, that makes her smile like never before.
âYouâre close, arenât you?â she coos. âYou want to cum all for me so much itâs pathetic. But I like it, so donât you worry. And I wonât mind if you shower me with your hot cum either, so do it.â
The pace of her hand jerking you off matches the speed of the one sheâs using on Lee. Your breaths and moans mix with his, and youâre driven on by the redheaded girl nodding in encouragement. Her little nods remind you of how she took your cock so effortlessly just a few minutes ago, and youâre getting worked up again.Â
âGetting excited, I see,â Xiaoting remarks, noting the thrusts the two of you fire into her closed fists. âMake sure it isnât for nothing. Cum on my face, my body, I donât care. Just do it.â
Her soft voice is addicting; how can it pronounce such bold, dirty words while keeping the same touch of innocence to it? You donât know what or why, but you donât care anyway. Youâre only going after the high thatâs so close you can taste it. Maybe Xiaoting can taste it. You wouldnât want anything less than that.Â
On the other hand, you could go for more.
On Xiaotingâs other hand, Lee erupts. She closes her eyes in delight as he paints her with his overflowing semen. Her delicate face is caked with the bold fluid when it shouldnât beâXiaotingâs face should only ever be used in sweet, nostalgic commercials, not blasted with cum. But it is, and on the first impact, she immediately lets her tongue stick out. Itâs the lewd expression on her face while doing it that finally makes you explode on her.Â
A lot of it ends up on her face, but the lucky droplets slide down to her mouth. Xiaotingâs heart bursts with satisfaction at the most inappropriate of things, and this is the highest on the list of them. To be showered with cum by two anonymous men who could do anything with her if they please makes her shiver. She wants it. She wants you most of all.
And so when she gets up, she says, with a tone that warns the two of you that consequences will be consequences if you refuse: âLetâs get out of here.â
-
You end up in another place: her room. This day has just been setting change after setting change. Youâre grateful that this one is well-furnished, thoughâany other bed would break if Lee had thrown Xiaoting like that on it.Â
She likes it, however; she props herself up on the mattress after it went on with a wide smile. Itâs more seductive than it should be, and for that reason, you pull off her shorts while Lee lifts her top over her body.
Youâre not usually this confident. You like to stand at the side and let everything take its course. But Xiaoting just ignites something in you. She brings out a lust-crazed animal inside you that survives by fucking her numbless.
Maybe itâs her body thatâs making you this way? Her arms and waist are thin, but her thighs are fuller than you expected. You part them and discover that her pussy is the same way. Her pink, puffy lips are soaked, and youâre here to clean her up.
âOh my god, what are you doing⊠ahhh!âÂ
Xiaotingâs cry approaches a scream as you tongue her fat pussy. First, you flick her clit with a sudden expertness. Then, you latch your lips around it and give her the most powerful suction you can muster. Her wetness instantly floods your face. When she throws her head back to open her mouth, Lee comes up to make sure itâs put to good use.
âSuck me off, Xiaoting,â he tells her. âLike a good girl.â
How could she be a good girl? How could she be a well-behaved little thing when your tongue is completely ruining her, slick against her lips then wild inside her twitching hole? Xiaoting doesnât think she can, but this is what sheâs dreamed of. This is what she wanted, so sheâll go through it gladly.
Lee learns from her habits at not taking ânoâ for an answer and dips his hips on her face. Her lips spread and take his cock fully. She whines and tries to relax her throat to take his length, but her neck still ends up with a bulge imprinted on its flesh.Â
Her engorged clit experiences the best of pleasure as your lips massage it. She finally screams and bucks her hips into your face, but you hold her down by her luscious thighs. Squeeze them, then spank them. Thereâs an unexpected voice inside you commanding you to pepper her creamy thighs with handprints again and again. Youâd love to corrupt the paleness of her soft flesh with red. Mark her that way. Tell her that she got what she wanted. You want to see her twitch and cry and moan for more, and you want to give it to her since hell, who are you to reject Shen Xiaoting?
So, you give in to the voice. Let it control you and raise your hand to her right thigh. You squeeze in time with Leeâs thrusts into her mouth. Her lower body lifts off the bed, but you pin her down again anyway. As revenge, her thighs curl around your head and keep you locked to her center. But it canât be revenge when you relish it, can it?
âFuck, her mouth is so fucking good,â Lee groans. His balls hit Xiaoting right in her pretty face, and she makes sure to dedicate at least a few licks to fuel his lust. âTold you this vacation was gonna be good. Getting a pretty girl to use.â
What are you even supposed to say to that? Your fears get the best of you again. Youâre afraid to sound off to Xiaoting if you say the wrong word. Her pretty cunt just addles your brain that no words can be formed. They translate into actions, like pulling your lips away from her pussy and rubbing at her clit.
âHnnnn!â Xiaoting cries. Her hips gyrate, and itâs your job again to keep her on the bed. You canât do anything about the wet sheets, though. You canât stop Xiaotingâs violent squirting as your rubbing at her core grows more frequent and harsh.
Lee pulls out of her mouth. A rain of white damages her face, but itâs the very storm in which she screams to the fullest. Sheâs tapping out, unable to handle the furious flicks at her clit. She barely has the strength to lift herself up, but she tries anyway for the purpose of seeing how her squirt flashes out from under her engorged clit, where you thumb and lick energetically.Â
âFuck, fuck, I canât!â she says, eyes not bothering to open anymore. âPlease make me cum more, I canât take it!â
Her words contrast each other, but you take the initiative to avoid stopping. You slip two fingers inside her to fill her desperate pussy and place your lips on her nub. Your rhythms are mismatched, but theyâre perfect enough to make Xiaotingâs toes curl.Â
âLook at these pretty tits,â Lee says. He comes up from behind Xiaoting to wrap his hands fully around her small, painted chest. Pinching her nipples, he kisses her neck. âSo perfect. You like this, Xiaoting?â
What other answer is truthful except for the whiny, shouted âYes!â she replies?Â
Xiaoting leans back into his chest and kisses him. While Lee toys with her sensitive nipples as she screams and begs, you suck her clit harshly. It pulses between your lips. Although itâs clear youâre draining her, stopping is an impossibility. Youâre high on Xiaoting, and you want to do everything but come down.
âCumâ cumming, cumming so hard!â she mumbles. Leeâs kisses on her neck rake up her sensitivity. âPlease make me cum, gonna cum again, too much, please!â
As she promised, your mouth is filled again with her sweet nectar. You could live on it; you could have Xiaoting sit on your face each day for her cum to heal your shortcomings as if you were a god. But you decide thatâs enough for now, and sighs heavily in relief. She relies on your friendâs chest to keep herself up.
âY-you eat me so well,â she says appreciatively. âYouâre so good.â
Your blush is almost as red as her hair. âThanks, I guess,â you respond bashfully.Â
âHey, didnât I fuck your mouth good, too?â Lee asks. Heâs a little jealous hearing you get praised instead of him. Xiaoting is one of his heroes, that being the reason why he wants her approval, too.Â
Xiaoting, suddenly full of energy, sits up straight and taps her chin. âI don't know, can your dick even fill me properly?â
You raise your brows. Itâs a solid reminder that you and Lee may have spent all night ruining her body, but she still is the puppeteer. Her status, wants, and pretty face drag you around like strings, having you do whatever she wants you to do. Sheâs just insanely good at making it seem that you could do whatever to her. If she werenât an idol, she could have been an actress.
âOh yeah?â Lee sits up, too, and tries to hide the offense in his face.Â
Xiaoting meets his gaze, unfaltering. âYou heard me.â
âAlright then, Iâll fill you up,â he offers. He rises from the bed and stands with you. âHeâll fuck your mouth. Call it a spitroast, then weâll see whoâs better.â
Xiaotingâs eyes sparkle. He really doesnât have a clue, does he? But heâs cute, and as much as sheâd climb heights to avoid admitting it, he has a big cock. She can't wait for it to fill her up.
Excitement grips her skin as Lee pulls her up and bends her over the bed. His cock teases her hole. You take your place in front of Xiaoting.Â
The first spank resounds. She winces, but she's biting her lip. You can see every lewd expression she makes with your position before her. You slap your cock on her cheek, and she moans delightfully.Â
"That feels so good," she says, through ragged breaths. She runs a hand through her Ariel hair and smiles. Her grin glints with charm. "Come on, boys. Use me. You can do that for me, can't you? Andâfuck."
Her pussy, still sensitive, reels helplessly. Lee has his cock penetrating her thighs, nudging her clit. It isn't even the real thing but she's already so weak.Â
"Your thighs are amazing, Xiaoting," he tells her.Â
"I know. Fuck them all you want, but don't forget to fill me up. You," she looks up at you and smirks, a fatal attack to your poor heart, "blow a big load in my mouth, okay?"
You nod. You brush your cockhead on her soft lips, then slowly enter her mouth. It's still as good as the first time, for her tongue knows how to work wonders on your length. She's all wet and hot, and although you envy Lee for having the chance to fuck her pussy, you think that this is good for now.
You and Lee pump into Xiaoting quickly. Both of her holes are incredibly wet. While her slick walls contract and hold on to his cock, her warm mouth moistens your length with sheen-coated pleasure. You're both knocking into her body, feeling her all over the placeâher small bouncing tits, the ripples of her perfect ass, her wide hips; no place is left untouched.Â
And, despite the violence of the intercourse as you fuck Xiaoting on both ends, she likes it.Â
She doesnât need to bob her head anymore to let your girth into her tight throat; Leeâs harsh thrusts from behind drive her mouth to swallow more of you. Youâve got your fingers in her hair, gathering them in one tight tail, so that there wonât be hindrance in facefucking her. So far, her face is the most perfect thing to fuck. Your hand, though a familiar dream, canât compare to the way her eyes sparkle when her gaze meets yours, or the hollowing of her cheeks when she dares to push her limits.Â
Or maybe sheâs just that pretty.
âToo much for you now, Xiaoting?â Lee asks. Heâs gripping the soft cheeks of her bubble butt then teasing the puckered hole.Â
âYou wish,â Xiaoting says, pulling away from your cock and jacking it off. You canât really see her when she turns her head to your friend, but you can just tell that sheâs got on the most bratty expression. Even her words alone can entice Lee to fuck the brat out of her.
âWhat about now?â
Xiaoting shimmies away after he slips a finger inside her tight asshole. Desperate not to show her vulnerability, she places her mouth on your cock again. Her moans reverberate and create breathy pleasure on your length, and you start to fuck her harder. You know sheâs enjoying it; her face never shows anything other than bliss, and her moans increase despite her filled mouth.Â
All her holes are filled, and itâs going further than sheâs ever dreamed of. Your touch is everywhere, and she tries to sink into it wherever it goes, but it keeps roaming. She canât keep up with the thumb on her clit. Or the fingers spreading her virginal ass. Or your cock defiling her mouth. Orâ
âMore, f-fuck!âÂ
The suction of her pretty lips increases. Xiaotingâs eyes are squeezed shut. The room fills with screams and she clenches down so hard that Lee fills her insides earlier than heâd like.Â
âHoly shit, thatâs it, Xiaoting,â he says. His groans almost match her screams. âFucking cum all over this cock.â
Their cum mixes together, a lewd liquid that drips down the thighs he fucked earlier. Her moans are strained cries, ones you muffle with a few remaining thrusts. She counts your thrusts just like she did whenever she dances at the practice room, timing her licks with them. More witness dribbles down her skin at your moans, and she evokes more out of you as she swallows your complete length all in one go. Restricted by the closeness of her throat, youâve no choice but to cum inside her mouth.Â
âXiaoâ XiaotingâŠâ Youâve lost all control over balance and logic. You sit back down heavily on the edge of the bed and try to keep up with your breath.
Xiaoting licks your cockhead one last time. She laughs when it twitches. Her lips are lined with white, hot cum. âYou donât talk much,â she says, then, as she pointedly looks at Lee, continues, âbut youâre really cute.â
âThatâs it.â Leeâs a jealous guy. He ât take the poorly veiled method Xiaotingâs too good at: riling him up. He doesnât let envy take hold of what he does, but now, lust has corrupted his mind. He was too turned on by the sight of Xiaotingâs perfect back curving with his thrusts, at the sloppy sounds of her blowjob. Everything about her oozes of sex, which is what heâs happy to do to her.
He throws her on the bed again. The soft landing doesnât save the bounce of her ass, nor does it take away the pleasurable pain of Lee spreading her legs. Leeâs face is flushed with lust and jealousy. He takes it all out in slapping the puffy cunt the best he can.Â
Xiaoting cries out with satisfaction when he spanks her cunt, even parking her crotch further into his hand. âFuck, yes, keep doing that!âÂ
âBrat,â Lee spits. Youâre silent, but you secretly agree with him, too. Xiaotingâs a bigger brat than she poses herself as.
âAlright,â she says. Raised brows, upturned smile, she quips: âThen fuck me like one.â
She isnât denying it or anything, but she is running away from the consequences of being one. Sheâs gauging the reaction she wants from the two of you, making it seem like itâs the perfect thing to do to put her in her place when sheâs only rising above. She seems to love the reaction Lee makes:
âIâll go for her ass,â he says, pulling her into his lap. As he does, his cock slips inside the ringed hole. Xiaotingâs cracked gasp fills your ears. âYou can have a turn on her bratty cunt.â
More sounds of lewdness and pleasure spill from her pretty mouth when Lee pushes his fingers inside her pussy and spreads the walls apart. You watch, with strange hooked fascination, as Xiaoting writhes at Lee scissoring his fingers inside her. Cum ribbons his fingers, but he keeps going, determined to batter Xiaoting down into a desperate passive. Youâd say itâs working, for what itâs worth.
âHnnn, so hot, I canâtâ!â She looks down at her fingerfucked pussy and hisses. âHaah, fffuck, please donât stop!â
Lee doesnât stop for a while. He continues fucking her pussy with his digitis until she squirts. All the while her voice reaches new pitches. He ends with slapping her crotch over and over, wetting his hands with her liquid.
âOh, oh god, so good!â she screams. You squeeze her taut nipples and rub your cockhead on her clit. âKeep doing that, Iâm âbout to cum so hard!â
âAgain?â you ask. She looks up at you, surprised youâre speaking, but her gaze breaks at your cock filling her entrance up. âYouâre a little cumslut, arenât you? Itâs all you ever want to do: cum all over cock.â
Despite her surprise, she nods. Itâs true, anyway, so whatâs the point in denying it? And thereâs really not much time to put up a fight when the two of you are filling both of her holes.Â
Her ass aches, but Leeâs in heavenâher tight little asshole is heaven itself. The cum and wetness from her pussy serve as good lubricant to slide in and out of her, to spread and slap her bouncing cheeks. Youâre in heaven, too, despite the sin you make of thrusting into Xiaotingâs silken cunt like it depends on your life. At times, you pull out to rub your cock on her lips, enjoying the puffed texture of it and the whine of need she makes.
Kisses are everywhere. You pepper Xiaotingâs lips with them, too engaged with how soft her lips are to regard the fact that your friendâs literal cock has been there, and Lee kisses her arms. Youâre both keen on ruining all of her body, and that involves marking her as your own. For this night, anyway, but the night is still young; while it lasts, you might as well up the tempo of your thrusts and grope her body as much as you like.
You find that the parts of her form that you appreciate the most are her face, thighs, and pussy. You loved to paint her pretty face with your load, corrupting the innocence it exudes. You relish thinking, too, of how her thighs served as earmuffs around your head and almost crushed you with how full and muscular they are. Plus, her pussyâs so perfect, so tight that you donât think youâd want any other. It clenches and grips with every thrust, sends her hands flying to the sheets and on the side of Leeâs face.
Shen Xiaotingâs insatiable.Â
âSo fucking big inside me!â sheâs screaming, grabbing your ass so youâre compelled to ram deeper. Her eyes are wide, and her breaths barely come out anymore. âFuck my little pussy with that big cock, please, daââ
Lee vents his anger out on her clit. He abuses it with firm, circular rubs that make Xiaotingâs hips twitch into your cock. Thereâs truly no escape from the pleasureâthereâs her ass filled repeatedly, and the violent thrusts in her cunt. Now, thereâs the pinching of her nipples and the rubs on her clit to deal with. She could scream and crawl and whine, but mercy isnât in the dictionary for tonight. Sheâs going to be fucked hard, just the way she wanted, and sheâll have to cope with it one way or another.
You part her legs as far as they could go. Youâre impressed at how flexible she is; her years as a dancer have certainly brought good fruit. With this position youâre able to hold her thighs as much as you want while fucking her cunt deeper. Leeâs given the chance to bounce her ass on him with no trouble. Lastly, Xiaotingâs put in a state of blissâto the front, sheâs filled and from the back, she is, too, and she doesnât think she could hold on much longer. Thereâs too many things going on: her nipples being toyed with and squeezed, her thighs being spanked, her clit being assaulted. Sheâs so close to another orgasm that, like the others, have gone uncounted.
Itâs messy when she cums. The whole thing has been fluids upon skin and skin upon fluids, but this one in particular is plentiful. IHer cum spurts everywhere in a profane splash right into your and on the sheets. Sheâs screaming, too, a bunch of words that canât be deciphered properly. It sends off the right message, anyway: sheâs cumming more.
You quickly move over to Xiaotingâs nipples when you feel your climax approaching. Itâs induced by curiosity, and it gets the better of you; swipe your tip side to side on her small, perky nipples. The new sensation is strange, but it sets a flame of pleasure on your length. Xiaoting moans, guiding her breast to your cockhead, and chewing on Leeâs bottom lip.Â
Eventually, the stamina subsides, and all three of you collapse on the bed. No word is exchanged for a long time.
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âYou,â says Yujin menacingly, pointing accusingly at Xiaoting with a single index finger with utmost anger on her face, âare in so much trouble.â
Xiaoting wipes her hair down with a towel. It was difficult to shower when her legs could barely hold her up, but itâs done now. She has nothing to worry about. Technically, there is more to worry about: Yujinâs discovered what secret sheâs been hiding, and sheâs furious. But, to her surprise, she isnât pent up about it. If anything, sheâs rather proud.
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â she replies. A white lie for a dark sin is still not counted, right?
âI⊠I saw you,â Yujin goes on. Sheâs walking around with Xiaoting as the younger girl paces in the room. âI saw you get out with those two guys!â
âAnd why would you assume anything happened?â
âBecause thereâs fucking cum on the floor, Xiaoting!âÂ
"Well." Xiaoting raises her hands in the air and sits down on the bed. "A girlâs gotta have fun.â
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Cody Rhodes x Reader
Made of Gold | Chapter One
Summary
I was hellbent on finding love in all the wrong places when I tripped over the one person who wasn't buying the rebellion act.
He saw right through me...
Details
Cody Rhodes X Reader
Enemies-to-Lovers
Age Gap (taboo)
18+ (Trigger Warner applies)
WWE mixed with real life
I donât own WWE characters, IFKYK, etc.
Tons of Smut
Waiting on the side of the road for my bestfriend I knew tonight wouldn't be any different than any other night. We were walking, talking, trouble.
We both would escape our ivory towers where we were forced to wear uniforms to school and behave like the young ladies our parents believed us to be. Together we would sneak into bars and clubs just to get a taste of freedom. Something we weren't going to have until we turned eighteen and left our toxic mansions behind.
Yardbird was a popular bar in Georgia, full of cigar smoke and people trying to feel more important than we actually were. Everything was leather, broken in and full of sin. There were privacy greens and a giant bar. Getting in was easy but not getting thrown out was our problem.
Slipping inside past the security guard that my fellow wild child had fucked made it easy. Our pinkies lacked around each otherâs before we grin in each otherâs direction. This was where we parted way, making our own trouble, finding someone to love us the way privilege didnât.
The only difference between us was I was a virgin who liked the chase more than the end game.
Standing at the bar, I ordered myself a vodka soda with cranberry and watched the bartenderâs eyes shift down my body strategically.
My cleavage was on display in a low cut bodysuit and my tight black jeans showing off the curves I had. It wasnât much but I had a butt that sat high and taunt.
âDrink is on me, beautiful.â Laying it on thick, I smiled back but I wasnât willing to settle.
I had a little game with myself, I would scan the bar and look for the one person I knew would be hard to get and that was my target.
He was blonde, not naturally but bleached, toned muscles that resembled a Greek God instead of a muscle head, surrounded by friends, and I knew I had to have him. He wasnât flirting with girls or even looking. I wanted the one person who didnât want to be wanted.
Twisting towards the second bartender I whispered loud enough to hear over the music. âWho is that? People are starring.â
âCody Rhodes, signed to WWE. Theyâre celebrating. Wanna send over a drink?â
Bless bartenders for their bad ideas that sound so good when youâre desperate for it to go your way. âBottle of your best tequila.â
His eyes widened, âThatâs $300, easy.â
Slapping my black card on the bar top he suddenly had no more questions. My privlage came with funds, it was the least they could have done.
I sat at the end of the bar, watching him deliver the expensive bottle and point to me at the bar specifically. Ignoring the credit I waited for Cody to swoop over when I saw him out of the corner of my eye.
Setting the heavy bottle down his voice felt like an old song you vaguely remember. âI canât accept this. Itâs an expensive bottle but thank you.â
âI heard you were celebrating. Itâs not a big deal, keep it. You deserve it.â I smiled sweetly, pushing the bottle closer to him.
His blue eyes sparkled in the dim light and I felt myself swoon when he leaned into me, âYou look a little young to be here. Stay out of trouble.â
He completely chalked me up to a child when he took the bottle back to his table, dismissing any flirting and nothing pissed me off more. No one ever asked me my age before, let alone cared. The fact that he cared about me being too young to be chewed up by the men here only made me want him more.
Thatâs when I knew if I wanted him I had to get his friendâs attention. It wasnât hard when Layla and I started dancing together, holding our second drinks, and swaying our hips against each other. There wasnât really a dance floor at this kind of bar but we made one anyways.
After the song ended, we took a seat at the bar, just waiting for them to bit the way they always did.
My second drink in I could feel the buzz working its way up my body, starting a small fire inside my stomach when one of his buff friends stood next to me. âAnother drink of whatever she is having.â Pausing, he looked down at me from his tall height, âAbsolutely beautifulâ
Offering a smile you couldnât resist I twisted in my seat, my legs colliding with his and his hand slipping up the outside of my thigh.
I let my eyes look around him, trying to find Cody, and see if he was watching. Coming up empty I slipped off the barstool, my ass pressed against his crotch and grabbing my leather jacket on the back of the stool.
Cody was sitting a few seats down, surrounded by friends, when I noticed his eyes glued to me. Giving him a mischievous smile, I spoke to his friends even tho my eyes were locked with Codyâs. âDo you wanna get out of here?â
Standing up when he heard my words, I tried not to look accomplished when he stomped over to me. âAustin, a word.â
âSeriously, dude? Iâm a little busy right now.â
He looked right at me, âSheâs under age. Youâre stupid but not that stupid.â
His friend was too drunk to even care. âItâs one night, bro. Donât worry so much.â
The weight of his arm slung around my neck felt like a work out when he started to lead us to the door. Codyâs hand on his shoulder stopped us again, âSee the blonde at the end of the bar? All yours. Sheâs already primed. This one is mine. Throwing his hands up like Codyâs word was law he moved on without so much as an apology. âWhere do you live? Iâm getting you an Uber.â
âNo, thanks. Iâm having too much fun ruffling your feathers,â I said before shooting back another shot. I was way more tipsy than I had ever been before and trouble felt a lot more dangerous with Codyâs hand around my arm. âI saw you watching me.â
âMore like protecting you. These guys arenât boyfriend material. How old are you anyways?â
âKeep it down, buzzkill.â He dragged me to the side of the bar where the entrance to the bathroom was hidden. It was perfect place to not be seen. Pushing me against the wall, he crowded me, our bodies almost touching. âNo one is looking for a boyfriend,â I snapped back.
âHow old are you?â He asked again.
âAlmost legal. A few months away doesnât change how tight my pussy is.â
I watched his throat bob with a hard swallow. âNot my type, I prefer legal.â
âThen why were you watching me all night?â The shots were half the reason for my sharp tongue when I kept poking the bear.
âBecause I feel bad for you. I used to be you. Fighting against all the privilege just to make them pay attention more. Hoping a string of wrong guys pisses them off so you choose to be a slut. Am I close?â
Chewed up and spit out the same way he claimed to be protecting me from.
âYouâre an asshole,â I wanted it to hurt but I knew it didnât hurt as much as his words. Pushing past him, I didnât even look back as the sting of failure settled in.
The cold air of evening hit my face but it wasnât enough to sober me up. The bell above the door chimed when I looked over my shoulder to see Cody bringing me my leather jacket. âLet me take you home at least.â
I knew there was a sliver of hope and the liquid courage was only cheering me on to make bad decisions. âIâm the F150 across the street.â
Codyâs big ass truck sat along the curb all murdered out, completely black on black. Opening the door for me I climbed in thankful I was wearing pants tonight otherwise everyone would have gotten a show.
My hand found its way to his thigh and I watched his head drop forward in frustration. âIâm just driving you home. Thatâs all.â
âWhat if Iâm already a slut? What if you arenât the only older guy Iâve been with?â My hand didnât leave his thigh, sneaking high and high while he drove.
âDoubtful. What are you, in high school? Why donât you find yourself a jock boyfriend?â
I sighed loudly, taking my hand back, âNot my type. The next hotel is fine.â
I knew I couldnât go home like this and I was used to crashing at hotels instead of going home. Every weekend was a blur of mistakes and men that I would never follow through with. I would get right up to the line only to call it a night.
âHotel? Iâm not leaving you in a hotel. I might as well let Austin take you back to his place then.â
âMaybe you should have. Iâm not going home wasted, hard pass. Itâs either your place or hotel.â I said sternly while gazing out the window.
Making a hard U-turn against the gravel he headed the opposite direction. âIâm not fucking you. Letâs make that clear right now. Iâm not leaving you at a hotel to get date raped by some perv.â
âYou sound like a lot of funâŠâ Sarcasm dripped from my mouth as he kept driving towards his home. Once we finally got there he parked in the driveway of a cute house with brick accents and a big yard. Rounding the car he opened the door for me and helped me down like a gentleman. Something about him didnât just make my panties wet but my heart speed up.
âWelcome to my house. Thereâs some guest rooms you can use for the night or the couch if you prefer.â Unlocking the door I walked into a complete bachelor pad full of wrestling memorabilia, family photos framed on the walls, and minimal decor the way a womanâs touch provides.
Dropping my bag on the kitchen island I slipped my jacket off. âCan I barrow a shirt?â I bridged the gap between us and my hand pulled his shirt like I wanted his.
Leaning into me, his mouth found my ear and he whispered, âNice try but youâre not going to break me. I can control myself.â
Rolling my eyes I sighed internally, annoyed more than ever. He left me there to go grab a shirt when I twirled around aimlessly, snooping, taking in his home until I ventured up the stairs.
Catching a glimpse of Cody, adjusting his fresh sweatpants and still shirtless. I wanted to watch but the other part of me wanted to crawl into his bed. Leaning against the door frame I scared him, making him jump, âJesus, youâre practically perfect. You said I reminded you of yourself. What does that mean?â
His square jaw tensed and his baby blues seemed cloudy, âYeah, the pressure of a successful family. To be like them, to bee perfect, to make a name for yourself but donât forget youâre a legacy. The way they want to take credit for who you are but not actually raise you. My father is a legend in WWE and so is my brother⊠believe it or not, I know exactly why youâre acting out.â
Tossing me a fresh shirt I caught it, walking over to the bed I pulled my phone from my back pocket and pushed my jeans down my legs. My thong only flattered my curves more when he turned around quickly. Not wearing a bra, I unclasped the bodysuit and pulled it off down my legs exposing my c-cup breasts. âI just want to forget, pretend a hotel is my home, be free.â
âFew months, right? You will be.â He peeked, peeling his eyes open to check I was wearing his shirt.
I sat on the end of his bed, opening my legs and hoping it was enough to finally break him when he sauntered over to me. âEven if you were twenty three like me, I still wouldnât fuck you the way you want. I only fuck girls who leave in the morning and your father would probably love me. Iâm bad for your plan to piss them off.â
âSuit yourself, Cody.â My hands pressed against his chest, âItâs not everyday you get to deflower a virgin.â
Leaving his room I stopped on the stairs when I heard him muffle a groan. Smiling to myself I skipped down the stairs and crashed on his couch. I expected him to be up before me but maybe he was simply sleeping in when I decided to let my hand trail down my stomach to the front of my panties.
I had the wildest dream last night, soaking my panties and I couldnât help but touch myself. I was beyond ready to ditch the virginity but not for anyone, I was Hellbent on Cody now.
His brown leather couch engulfed me, sitting in with my fingers teasing my clit through my panties. A soft moan escaped my lips and my hips chased my fingers even more. I didnât even hear the door close when Cody walked into the open concept space.
âWhoa. Fuck.â He stopped with a scuff of his sneakers and I had to get my breathing under control. âAre you trying to kill me? Do you know how fucking hard it is to sleep upstairs knowing youâre down here in a fucking thong and my shirt and not fuck you? I have a contract to think about, not going to jail for fucking someone in high school.â
Peering above the back of the couch, I watched Cody brace the kitchen island and let his head hang. âSix months until Iâm eighteen doesnât change anything. Iâm not miraculously a different person. All it means is Iâm horny as fuck.â
Just starring at me he cleared his throat. âPlease put your panties back on so I can take you home.â
Slipping my panties off I fingered the string, draping it over his shoulder. âProtecting me from you isnât going to protect me from fucking anyone else. Donât worry, I called an Uber already.â
Pulling my jeans on without my panties, stepping into my heels, and grabbing my stuff I headed outside to flag an Uber down I hadnât called yet.
I started walking while I waited, avoiding standing in his driveway, and all I could think about was Cody half naked. All I wanted to do was lick every muscle on his body. He could say no now but he wasnât going to say no forever.
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