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My question for the one card pull is as follows:
What do I need to do to start feeling sacred again?
Alright so, I pulled the page of cups.
I would also like to mention that the cards were vibrating from your question, so I suspect that someone else wants you to know the answer as well, or the universe is trying to say something.
Where's your enthusiasm? Intuitive messages and creative oppurtunities are coming in. You are in a time of possibility and curiousity. Are you by chance an artist or a creative? There is a lot opened up to you at the moment, new paths to take and perhaps spiritual ventures to explore.
You're standing at the brink of opportunity with a lot available to chose from, but also take some due diligence and be smart about it!
One last tidbit, you might want to study the roots of your faith to feel reconnected again.
Hope this helps!
#tarot#askbox#also I was about to use a different set for your question but it felt off#so I used Gustave Dore tarot#these cards were vibrating in my hand#it funnily fits because it's giving me artist vibes
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THE CHAMPION'S PRIZE
â§ââş SUMMARY the crow wins against kane and decides he wants to claim his most precious prizeâyou.
â§ââş WARNINGS first time, mention of injuries, mention of blood, size kink, cunninglingus, big dick sylus!, sylus king of consent, semi-public sex, brief mention of handjob, oral sex, possessive, pet names (sweetie, little dove, kitten, little one, baby), voice kink, sweat kink, nipple play, girl on top, missionary, sex on the floor, unprotected sex, creampies, mc and sylus are both idiots in yearning, mild angst if you squint, 18+, mdni
â§ââş DAWN SAYS if you know me... you know i love my ufc aus.... the second i saw boxer!sylus in his new card i ran to my google docs and birthed this not so h0rny piece
â§ââş A03 | x/twt
The cheers of the crowds erupting from the stands vibrated through the soles of your boots.
Formidable and cocky, Sylus approaches the side of the ring, shouts and boos from the spectators gathering today, lending to the erratic yet eclectic atmosphere of this surreal championship fight. Before he enters, he takes something in his hand and kisses it, dropping it back into the safety of his shortâs pocket. Itâs the pouch you gave him weeks ago, the blessing of a grassland warriorâs lover bestowed onto him for this momentous night.
Youâre my lucky charm, sweetie, he had texted you a few days ago when he told you to come meet him for a boxing showcase. And I want my lucky charm right there in the stands where I can see her.Â
Your grip tightens on the bouquet of flowers you were holding, heart right in your throat as Sylusâs opponent enters the ring, too, and much to your consternation, he receives a bigger round of screams. Heâs stocky and broad, the same height as the red-eyed menace who invited you to visit his boxing showcase right in the heart of the N109 Zone. As the bell rings, you hold your breath with the crowd. Sylus is fast and sure, his movements fluid and punches almost mesmerizing.
He moves like poetry in motionâif poetry could leave a man with a black eye and bruises, lying face down on the ring, unconscious before the second timer could go off, that is. The referee cards his win and blows the whistle. The crowd shakes and moves, their cheers and sounds reaching to the highest point of the domed ring.
Itâs chaos out in the front, and you have to protect your bouquet from getting squashed by the numerous bodies thronging in the front. Suddenly, a hand shoots out to grab your arm and you find yourself right at the corner of the ring, a smug and sweaty Sylus grinning at you. You hesitate to step closer, aware of the numerous eyes on him and you. Word could get back to the Association and your return to Linkon could be sabotagedâthereâs too much at stake to be seen with Sylus in broad daylight.Â
But, the notorious leader couldnât care less, gesturing for you to come closer. There's a bit of dirt on his face and you take it upon yourself to rub it off, shooting him a grin.Â
âCongratulations, champion!â You enthuse, shoving the bouquet right in his face. Sylus grins and takes the arrangement of lilies, tulips and datura from your hand, tossing you a cocky smirk.
âIs that all a champion should get?â he teases, and you shake your head in mirth, crossing your arms right in front of you.Â
âWhat else would the champion want, pray tell?â
In answer, Sylus takes your hand in his, his palm much larger and scarred compared to yours. His knuckles are red raw, and you take it upon yourself to lift them to your lips, kissing the contused flesh softly. âAre you hurt?â
âIf you keep that up, kitten, I won't be,â he laughs, and you roll your eyes, smacking his chest lightly.Â
Cad, you tease and he smirks again, wrapping an arm around your waist. The championship ring on his finger shines under the blinding lights, and Sylus notices how overwhelmed you're getting. The way you fidget and shift your eyes, and how you're clinging tightly to the rope of the ring, makes him think he needs to distract you for a bit.
âThe flowers. How thoughtful. I feel like I should give you something in return.â He notices the way your eyes linger on the ring, and he grins wider. âDo you like the champion's ring? It's yours now.âÂ
He removes the bulky circle and gently takes your hand, thumb softly brushing the rise of your ring finger knuckle. He slides the ring onto your finger, taking his time to admire how sweet the circlet looks contrasting with your skin.Â
âThere. The Champion's ring for the champion's lover.â
Your ears heat up at his words and you toss him a quick scoff, trying hard to keep the embarrassed delight from showing too apparently on your face. âYou're a tease.â
âAm I now?â He takes your hand in his again, and tugs you closer to him. Close enough you have to stumble past the boxing ring ropes. Sylus is decisive when he tugs you closer to him, almost leading you right into his Champion's Box, where the world and the strobing lights fade away. Inside the VIP room, the bruises and cuts become more apparent.Â
âSylusââ
Panic consumes you, and he lets your distress marinate, playfully not reminding you how easily he could heal himself; loving how sweetly you fret on him.Â
âYou're hurt.â Tersely, you pick up the first aid kit by the side of the door, rummaging inside for antiseptic and bandages.Â
âYou're cute when you're worried about me, kitten.â He brushes a stray lock of hair from your face, touch tender despite the violence you just witnessed a few minutes ago. You ignore his jab, focusing on dabbing the freely flowing blood from a cut on his face. Sylus staves off his body loudly blaring at him to use his healing tendencies. But, despite how badly his skin is itching to close the wound, he still wants you to treat him.Â
You notice him staring at you and chuckle, a playful gleam in your eye. âWhat?âÂ
âNothing. Youâre beautiful.â
You pause from swiping on antiseptic onto a cotton roll, wondering if the punches he sustained in the ring were finally starting to manifest in the form of his boldness.
âAnd you⌠have been hit in the head one too many times.â
Not one to be deterred, Sylus chuckles and snakes his arm around your waist, dragging you right onto his lap where you fall forward in a huff, eyes growing wide at how close his lips are to yours.Â
âSweetie,â he speaks and you can practically feel him breathing on you. âI might have sustained a few injuries, but none of them severe enough to not give you credit where credit is due.â He lifts his hand to a loose lock of your hair, his smirk deepening. âAnd you, my little dove, were an absolute vision on the stands. I couldnât take my eyes off of you.âÂ
His thumb touches your lower lip, and you instinctively part your mouth. Sylusâs eyes darken with desire at your little subconscious tick, his mind pumping full of lewd thoughts which he tries to put off. Not wanting to scare you too soon.
Instead, he tilts his head closer, waiting for you to make the first move. The tantalizing sight of his lips is too much for you to resist, and you take his bait, closing in to where your breaths meet as one.Â
Sylus groans into the heat of your mouth, the taste of you after so many years of yearning rendering him speechless and needy. Heâd imagine this exact scenario a million times, yet the reality of it happening makes it that much sweeter. You taste like pomegranates and sin, a heady combination which makes his blood sing, body tensing at the onslaught of arousal flooding his veins.
You pull back slightly, the red string of fate manifesting as a single strand of saliva connecting you two together. Sylus greedily snapped it with a flick of his tongue, tasting your growing desire.
âKittenâŚ?â
He was usually more glib than this. But, the way you stare at him, eyes warm and melting with affection, makes any smart remark he has left in his arsenal shrivel up and die. Sylus swallows hard, his Adamâs apple bobbing, and your eyes trail to that subtle movement.Â
Without thinking, you touch the base of his neck, gingerly thumbing the swell of his throat. Sylus isnât in the least concerned to hide his shiver from you, those ruby eyes seeming to glow with restraint as he lets you have your fill of exploring him. The sweat beading down his chest trickles past his red tank top, and your eyes follow the dropletâs motion; wondering what was waiting for you underneath⌠if he would let you explore him again like you did that night in his shower.
âYouâre thinking about it, arenât you?â His voice, deep enough to be a rumble, vibrates against your chest. He lifts your head to meet his eyes, and in those ruby hues, a devastating hunger was waiting for permission to gorge on you. âThat night in the shower⌠how I had to restrain myself from taking you right there and then. You really are a tease, kitten.â
Sylus traces the outline of your lips with his thumb as his voice turns rougher.Â
âImagining what it would be like to have this soft mouth on mine⌠how you would sound⌠the look on your face when I finally claim you as mine⌠all⌠mineâŚâ
Lower, and deeper. His voice hypnotizes you to give into your full desire, and you knew in the deepest recesses of your soul, that his Aether eye didnât need to gouge the truth from you.
You want Sylus, in his entirety and totality. You want him like you want to quench your thirst.Â
The collision of your lips together brought sparks flying from the deepest roots of your mind, connecting to your fingertips which tangle right in his hair, drawing him closer. Sylus is always careful to never scare you off with his brute strength, and in this moment, he couldnât resist hoisting you up into his arms, pressing you right against the wall like he did the first time the two of you showered together.
Devouring your lips with a slow sensuality he reserves only for playing with his prey, Sylus teases your tongue with his, tasting the ridges of your mouth and unearthing more delightful, soft mewls and moans from you.Â
âDo you feel this, kitten?â He whispers, and to your surprise, grabs your hand, placing it right on the bulge of his crotch. âThis is all my desire for youâall of my wanting for you. I need you, kitten. I will never get enough of you.â
Yearning encroaches his admission, and you glance up into his love sick eyes, feeling a wave of desire surmounting your need to be cautious. There is nothing in this moment you want than to give all of you to him, but the fear of being found outâof being huntedâtakes precedence in your wavering mind.
As if reading your thoughts, Sylus removes your hand from the throbbing heat of the tent in his shorts and brings it to his mouth, kissing your knuckles reverently. âI know this is a lot to consider, little dove, but take your time. Iâll be here waiting for youâalways.â
The truth is, you didnât want him to wait. Sylus has been nothing but patient in his endeavors to court you. Itâs about time you return the favor.Â
The moonlight shines through the blooms hanging from the edge of the table, highlighting the two figures entangled on the floor, their lips pressing insistently onto one another, bodies and breaths twining as one.Â
He tastes like sin and danger, a hint of whiskey on his breath. But, you drink him up, growing drunker on his unceasing devotion. Sylus feels you tugging on the edge of his tank top, and obeys you without a word, lifting it off his toned torso and tossing it to the other side of the room. You touch the dips and divots of his chest, committing the shape of him to your memory.
Sylus thinks itâs time for you to return the favor and smirks, sliding his hand underneath your blouse. He runs warm, his touch drawing goosebumps down your arms. Itâs a strain for you to hold back when you nod, the urge to take it slow yet have him completely rendering you paralyzed with inaction.
But, Sylus has got you. He takes your consent inch by inch, letting your skin appear to him in a slow creep of growing anticipation.Â
Once youâre down to your bra, Sylus takes the chance to plant soft and warm kisses on your chest and shoulders, his touch gentle yet clear with his intention to take you.
âCan I look at you, sweetie?â He tugs on the cup, crimson eyes never leaving your expression. You nod, flushing when he unhooks your bra, letting the bothersome material slide down your arms, revealing your bare breasts to him.
For a man whoâs used to getting what he wants, Sylusâs touches are colored with hesitation as he slowly drags his fingertips down your shoulder, sliding closer to your heaving mounds.
âMay I?â His voice, a deep, reassuring rumble, instantly puts your fears at ease.Â
âYes,â you whisper, and itâs the consent he needs to run the edge of his nails over the swell of your tits, finding how they move with each breath mesmerizing.
âCan I⌠suck on them?âÂ
Your breathing catches, and itâs almost embarrassing how quickly you nod. âYes⌠please,â you add politely. He smiles at the touch of submission in your tone, loving how youâre trusting him explicitly with this first experience. Sylus takes care to taste you like youâre a rare, exotic fruit in his lap, his tongue running across the soft flesh of your most sensitive areas, leaving behind little hickies for you to find tomorrow like a reminder of this moment you shared with each other.
You moan when he slowly explores the shape of your turgid bud with his tongue, sucking with enough pressure to get you grinding down on his bulge. âMhm,â he releases your nipple with a soft pop, âDoll⌠youâre driving me crazy.â
He takes his time with your other nipple, pinching and rolling the other one with his free hand.
âSylus⌠yesâŚâ your whispers incite him to give you more; needing to hear his name rolling from your tongue.Â
The heat is simmering, building to an unbearable crescendo. This time, you lick a droplet of sweat running down his jaw, inciting a deep chuckle to rumble against your throat.
âYou naughty, naughty kitten.â
He trails one long, nimble finger to the heart of your arousal, gently parting your folds to find the treasure he wants to tease. Youâre so wet, your body doesnât need much coaxing to accept his finger, the tight opening of your muscles relenting to allow him to sink his middle digit knuckle-deep inside of you. With his thumb, he rubs your clit in unbroken circles, enjoying your puffs of hot breath against his neck. You feel him growing harder, his desire to claim you unmistakable.Â
To his surprise, you tug the band of his shorts down, revealing his throbbing need for you. The sight of your smaller hand grasping his thick base shoots a bolt of desire through his entire body, the cool metal of the ring he gave you sliding up and down his shaft enough to make him hiss and wince.
âKitten⌠youâre playing a dangerous game.â
His chest heaves with unabashed yearning, and he licks his lips when he sees the glassy look in your eyes, your mouth wet with want as you slowly lower your head to his cock. Sylus has no choice but to retract his fingers from your loving depths as he sinks his hand in your hair, cursing under his breath when you stretch your mouth around his tip.Â
âFuck,â he whispers, running his free hand through his messy mop of silver hair. God⌠you were much too tempting, ready for the picking.
The sight of your cherry red lips wrapped lovingly around his cock is enough to send his mind into a dizzying spiral of lust, blood pumping rapidly south. He grows and thickens in your mouth, the taste of him almost musky and sweet with a hint of salt from his sweat. Sylus groans when you run your tongue over his balls, his entire body tensing in anticipation when you bring one soft globe into your mouth.Â
He takes a few moments to enjoy the feel of your warm mouth on him, before he switches up the game and puts you on your back this time.
âAs much as I love the thought, kitten, I think youâd taste better,â he murmurs as he trails his obscenely long fingers up your thighs, unbuttoning your jeans in one swift movement.Â
âSylus,â you gasp when he tugs it down, revealing the captivating lace hugging your hips almost lovingly. He takes his time to admire you, cock throbbing and aching to sink right into you. But, he has to warm you up to him first. It wonât be an easy fit.
He shushes you, hooking his thumb under the band of your panties, dragging down the last barrier protecting your modesty from him.
âTrust me, kitten.â The sight of him kneeling right in between your thighs, kissing the plush flesh reverently, burns through you with desire. âI would rather make you feel good instead.â
And his mouth was on you. His tongue parting through your folds, teasing your clit, drives you wild with desire, sparks running down your spine.Â
You taste so good⌠he murmurs. Youâre doing so well for me, doll. So well. His voice is deep enough to vibrate through your cunt. His tongue moves inside of you, deep enough to touch a special spot which makes your toes curl.Â
Mhm⌠Sylus⌠moreâŚÂ
Who was he to say no to you? Sylus is putty in your hands, willing to give you everything and anything.Â
He delves deeper, taking his sweet time to sample your wetness and submission. He curls his tongue, latching on your clit to suckle on the tight bud which makes your toes curl, heels digging deeper into the back.Â
Maybe for your next trinket, I should get an anklet with my name, he mumbles, planting a brief kiss on your ankle, the thought exciting him. The image of his name sparkling off your skin, glinting with his claim on you, makes him hard enough to cut through steel.Â
You nod, mouth parting to pant out his name. Yes⌠pleaseâŚ
Youâre so good for him. Sylus wants to reward you, and he does so with a tender kiss to your clit.Â
âPlease, Sylus,â you whimper, clipping your hips against his. âWant more⌠need moreâŚâ
So eager, he chuckles under his breath, but he could never deny what you need. He slips off his boxer shorts and his underwear, tossing it to the floor. Itâs not everyday the great Onychinus leader would bare himself for anyoneâs eyes. But, you werenât just anyone.
You were his beloved, his love, his shivanika.Â
The only one who is allowed to see him like this.
Your eyes widen at how much bigger he is up close, weighing heavily on your thigh.
Is that all�
âWhy?â He teases. âCanât take it all?âÂ
You swallow. Part of you thinks you canât, but the other partâthe stubborn oneâknows you would do anything for him.
âIâll go slow,â he says, as if he can read your mind. âI wonât hurt you, sweetie.â
Heâs so incredibly big, you wonder how youâve never noticed it before. The thick trunk of his forearm braces beside your head, his powerful thighs planted on either side of you. In the circle of his embrace, you feel small and delicate like a flower waiting to be uprooted by a great tree.
It enthralls you. It scares you.Â
His kisses soothe you, taking your mind off his great, hulking physique.Â
You dig your nails into his biceps, hanging for dear life as he preps himself to enter you. He runs his tip through your folds, smearing your juices with his pre-cum. Slapping the weight of him on your clit, again and again, each jolt driving your hips up to meet his.
Sylus⌠you mewl his name. Need it⌠need it insideâŚ
âDonât worry,â he murmurs sweetly, âIâll give it to you.â
You see a sliver of his smile as he cranes his head down, kissing your jaw reverently. You werenât joking when you said you were terrified of his cock, but Sylus took his sweet time to prepare you for him.
The first stretch always hurts the most, and he makes sure to deepen his kiss as a distraction.
It works. Sort of.Â
You tighten involuntarily around him, and he hisses under his breath, brows knitted together. âYouâre still tense⌠relax, sweetie. Or else, I canât get in.â
To help you, he sucks on the tip of his index and middle finger, drawing them slickly towards your core. He massages your clit with feathery soft circles, stimulating you over and over again until youâre whimpering and shaking.
âDoes it feel good?â He hums into the crook of your neck and you nod, embarrassed at how easily it is for him to slip deeper inside. âMhm⌠youâre loosening up just nice for me, kitten.â
Itâs insane how much his voice vibrating against your throat is driving you wild.Â
Desire coats your beggingâPlease, Sylus. I need more⌠moreâŚ
Deciding youâre ready enough, he nods, crimson eyes softening at the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes.
No need to cry, sweetie. Iâve got you.
The smell of him, musk and sweat, envelopes you as he curves his body over yours, intent on driving you crazy with how close he is. But, heâs never close enough.
Until, finally, heâs pressed inside you, skin-to-skin, breath-to-breath, buried right to the hilt. Itâs a mess between your thighs, slick and pre-cum staining your thighs, drawing a lewd symphony of wet squelches when he finally begins to move.Â
Thrusts so deep, you feel it right in the heart of your desire. It turns you on, to have him invading your senses like this. The scent of him burning your nose, the taste of his tongue heavy in your mouth. Staining you with the very essence of him till your pores are heavy with his presence; your entire body marked with him.Â
Sylus doesnât hold back any longer, the beast inside of him unleashed the second you murmured your assent for him to have you in every way possible.
So good for me, baby. You feel like a dream, he whispers. Good girlâletting your lover have you like this. Youâre so good for me, arenât you, little one?Â
Your eyes flicker to where heâs stretching you out and he chuckles, noticing your minute gestures.
You like watching me, huh? As he speaks, his cock sinks deeper inside of your warm depths, the both of you hissing at the same time. Mhm, fuck⌠dirty little girl.Â
The spark of degradation reminds you again who exactly is fucking you. A dark man, wanted for his misdeeds, and yet here he was with you on the floor, entangled with your body and taking the last of your innocence away. You force the thoughts away, focusing on the now.
The now of having Sylus in your arms, feeling his devotion marking the delicate skin of your neck, leaving his claim on your skin.Â
Thatâs it⌠youâre doing so well for meâŚ
You always had an inkling of how good Sylus is at talking, but you never expected for him to be this glib while balls-deep in you.
Feels like a dream, kitten. I love you.
Your breath catches right in your throat.
Did he just�
Sylusâs ruby eyes warm at the confused look on your face, and he slows his thrusts, nuzzling your jaw.
âYes. You heard rightâI love you. I love you. Is that so hard to believe?âÂ
He doesnât wait for you to reply, focusing on giving himself to you. A part of him holds no hope for your response, but heâs taken aback when you tip his face closer, drawing his mouth to yours like a moth to a flame.
Your kiss burns through him, and he moans when you taste his lower lip, your honeyed whisper of reciprocation enough to bring him to his knees.
âI love you, too.â
Sylus groans, letting his head fall on your shoulder, the protective arch of his body drawing you closer into his arms.Â
Kiss me, kitten⌠kiss me and never regret me again.
You behave so well for him, following his every instruction. Even ones you donât exactly understand.Â
Your lips seal on his like a covenant, and his blessing is given in the form of his seed pumping hotly into your depths; the feeling of your walls squeezing him tightly enough to bring him to the pearly white gates.
Fuck, kittenâhe gasps and itâs all mounting again. Getting hotter and better.
His voice is tinged with desire, breathy and deep as he noses your hair.Â
Youâll be the death of me, Y/N.Â
Of all the names he loves calling you, your own name would forever be the sweetest utterance on his lips.
Please⌠you gasp, needing to feel more.Â
Youâre so greedy, itâs almost unlike you. But, you know Sylus is a giver. He will always give you what you need.Â
I got you, he rumbles, and the mixture of slick and his cum spills down to the ground, staining your thighs. He doesnât let up, fully needing to have you cream on him till youâre spent.Â
He feels how close you are from the tensing of your thighs, your body poised at the edge again. Ready to take him.Â
And he canât hold back. You were like the sweetest addiction he would always relent to.
Come for me, you murmur and it shocks himâthis unexpected boldness. Come inside me, Sylus⌠make me yours.
Yours⌠yours⌠you were always his. And this confirms it. You and him were tied together in a red string of fate, packaged neatly as soulmates in this life and for every life that would come.
No matter if it kills him. No matter if he would lose his heart again.
It was always yours in the first place.
Sylus leaves you with his burgeoning warmth, ropes of it shooting inside of you as you come for him againâfully, completely and wholly his.
Beginning till end, from time immemorial. You would always have his heart.Â
He stays deep inside you until itâs done, leaving lazy kisses on your face, on your chest and lips. The crowds have long disappeared, this room cordoned off by his organization to give him space.
His men know better than to barge in, and the organizers are wise enough to stay out of the championâs way if they know whatâs good for them.Â
âIâm so⌠full,â you whisper, twitching your hips. âFull of you.â
âYeah?â He smirks, and leans down on his bruising elbows to plant a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth. âIs that a complaint I hear, kitten?âÂ
You shake your head, the movement setting dull sparks of desire shooting into his lower body when he feels your walls tensing around his softening cock.Â
Good, he swipes his thumb over your cheek, catching a stray sweat droplet before it could fall to the ground. Because Iâm far from done with you, kitten.
When he kisses you this time, it tastes of a promise already fulfilled.
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one of your girls / ln4
part one
lando norris x fem!reader
reader uses she/her pronouns, no use of y/n.
part two
you are just one of his girls. a frequent regular. but something changes, and you are his favorite.
a/n ⯠how do i explain myself...? guess i can't! this will be divided into two parts for the sake of dramatics, and truthfully i can't contain my excitement to share this with you all. reader's dresses are left to be ambiguous for your imagination, only the cut of the dress is described (perhaps a color, once, but i forget); as usual, it is always up to YOU what you are wearing;) i will be focusing on requests before the next part comes out!
inspiration ⯠VIDEO
warnings ⯠SMUT / 18++ minors DNI!!! language, drunk hookup, choking (slight), oral(m!receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap before you tap!), fingering!(f)receiving, overstimulation, feral lando. sickeningly in love lando, but not here; non monogamous (yet), insecure reader.
wc âŻ11.3k (unedited.)
your phone rang in from your bag, the vibration shocking you from your conference room in new york. you had been visiting there for your job, meeting with clients, and overall needing to schmooze the entire fucking office. you were sick of it at this point.Â
and it was sunday, too. who works on a fucking sunday? you. because whatâs life without the overtime pay?Â
until you saw landoâs contact card lighting up your screen. you blushed, instantly, thinking of just how a week ago he had you laid out on his monaco penthouse, screaming and weeping his name while he fucked you rabidly.Â
you answered, clearing your throat.Â
âhello?âÂ
âi won! i won!â he shouted, the background noise of crowds drowning out the baritone of his voice. you raised a brow, but were quick to connect the dots. youâd been so busy with work that youâd forgotten that the race mustâve been over, you were only able to watch the beginning before you were swooped up into a meeting.Â
your hand flew to cover your mouth as you stepped into your office, shutting the door. you couldnât be loud, and tears began to welt in your eyes. âdid you really?âÂ
âyes, yes! god, iâve wanted this so badâŚâ he was absolutely full of rile and cheer. you could hear that from his voice clear as day. you were so happy for him. you wiped a stray tear that fell down your face and rolled to your chin.Â
âiâm so happy for you, lan.â you breathed, laughing when your voice hitched with emotion. you knew that he caught it, letting out his own gasp at your retention.Â
âyou cryinâ for me?â he said your name, know damn well he had a cheeky smirk on his face. you scoffed, rolling your eyes and even he could hear the action.Â
âshut up. let me be happy for you.â he laughed again, deep and rich, but relieved that you picked up the phone. it was hard for him to get your attention, though you felt vice versa.Â
âlet me be happy, then,â your brows raised at what he meant. âcome to miami. tonight.â
you froze, your fingers fiddling with the hem of your work shirt. âlandoâŚâ you sighed. âyou know i canâtâŚâ
âpleaseâŚ!â he whined into the phone.Â
your resilience to him was not good. clearly.
âcall my boss.â you heard him yip and pop his lips. he was giddy and thrilled that you accepted his advances. it never did take much, though, did it?Â
you hung up the phone before you could say anything else and settled back into your temporary station before you were back in monaco full time. the office here was more than sufficient and, you couldnât help but thank god that you were here when lando called. the flight to miami wouldnât be more than three hours.Â
your boss knocked on the door a few minutes later with her brows raised.Â
she spoke her name and you perked up. âyou didnât tell me you had family in miami,â she said, crossing her arms. but she wasnât angry.Â
âi do.â the lie was swift. but it wasn't really a lie, was itâŚ?
âyour cousin called me, said that you need to use pto hours for a weddingâŚâ she looked at her apple watch. âwhich is in a few hours?âÂ
you gulped. âwhat can i say,â you shrugged, âiâm a workaholic.â
your boss shrugged, turning to leave. âtake the week off, you deserve it.â
so this is what working so hard got you? damn. you practically leapt off your seat, packing away your laptop and other essentials you had brought to the office. when you were skipping down the steps of the building to the parking garage, you got a text.Â
flight leaves 6
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it was lando. you opened the text as you were unlocking your door, realizing he sent you a boarding pass. he already filled out all your information. he wanted you there that bad, didnât he? you wouldnât even consider the two of you close friends rather than buddies who fuck.Â
you hearted the message and raced home to pack.Â
when you touched down in miami, there was a car waiting for you outside the airport. you were shocked with such lively treatment, but werenât one to start complaining. the ride to landoâs hotel wasnât very long, either, but it was beautiful.Â
when you stepped out you were greeted by the miami breeze, refreshing from the stagnant air in your humid new york building.Â
âthought you were gonna chicken out,â his voice was light and airy. you were so dazed by the grandeur of the building that you didnât see lando standing there at the entrance. you immediately gaped at him, embarrassed that you were caught off guard.Â
âon what, this? luxury? be for real!â you stifled a laugh. he held out his hand for your bag, and you gave it to him. but it was really meant for your hand.Â
his other hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you close. he peppered light kisses to your neck, but not your mouth. your relationship wasnât intimate like that, it never was. kissing was the next step to love, you told him, and you never reached for his lips with the amount of times youâve fucked.Â
but he did.Â
there was always something about your aura that allured him. it drew him in like a moth to flame, and he would happily burn if it meant being in your presence. but he wasnât ready for a relationship, so he told himself, and neither were youâŚso you told yourself.Â
yet youâve explored each otherâs bodies like vestigios conquerors. you knew what made him tick, he knew what made you squirm. it was a fair trade, you thought, and you had no intention of staying exclusive to him.Â
but youâd make it known to him that when you were both together, there were no other girls around. no boys. it would be just the two of you in your own world, but it was on a time limit.Â
your hand found the back of his neck, leaning into his lips, but you pulled back when you heard some whisperingâ paparazzi.Â
you said nothing as you shifted past him, ripping his head from your neck. he looked confused before he glanced towards the growing crowd around the hotel entrance, some phones being whipped out to record. but he honestly didnât give a fuck.Â
but you did. the last thing you wanted was to be plastered as a whore all over your feed. you still needed your fucking job.Â
âwhat,â he said, coming closer to you. you took a distancing step back. he came closer. you didnât move this time. âyou didnât miss me?â
him and his fucking ego.Â
but you did.Â
âwant me to show you?â you spun around, full of sass. he let out a light laugh, pressing his shoulders back and straightening his posture. little to your knowledge, he was rendered speechless and his dick tightened in his pants. blood flooded to his abdomen, which had him shifting on his feet. this fucking girl.Â
âcome on,â you cooed, nudging his arm. âi came here to celebrate, no? and you havenât even bought me a drink yet!â you got him there. he nodded, quickling showing you up to his hotel room in miami. it was a beautiful room with a living room and a single bedroom with a king bed.Â
when you were up there you got a good look, running your hands over the fabric of the couch and the untouched champagne sitting on the coffee table. âthis doesnât count,â you picked up the bottle, turning to face lando from where he stood, placing your luggage on an armchair.Â
âwhat? not expensive enough for you?â you rolled your eyes at him, placing the bottle back down on the platter with the glasses. you made haste opening your suitcase, rummaging through the outfits you brought for the duration of your stay, and in particular, your dress.Â
you pulled out the carefully folded fabric. you held it out in front of you, impressed by the lack of wrinkles, and turned to lando.Â
his jaw fell agape, staring at the magnificent piece. it was a longer dress that went to your mid calf, and sparkled in the dim lights of the room. he moved closer to you, running his fingers over the fabric. you gulped in his presence.Â
âshit,â he sighed out, followed by a laugh. âbetter put it on now.â you raised a brow at him, confused. âelse we wonât make it out that fuckinâ door.âÂ
you stifled a giggle and ran towards the bathroom, changing quickly.Â
there was a knock at the front door when you were just finishing up your look. lando answered when you peeked your head out of the archway to the bathroom. it was carlos.Â
âready yet, mate?âÂ
lando shrugged, moving out the way so carlos could make eye contact with you. he said your name with a cheer, brushing past lando to wrap his arms around you. he kissed both your cheeks in greeting, you returned it. lando hummed to himself, wondering what that kind of affection was like from you. guess heâd never know, huh? too intimate, the words rang in his head.Â
fuck off.Â
âyou flew today?â carlos asked you. you nodded.Â
âhad to celebrate, didnât i?â you let out a giggle, covering your stained lips when you glanced at lando who was focused elsewhere, his jaw clenching. it had your joy dying in your throat, suddenly feeling like there wasnât any reason to smile at all.Â
âof course!â carlos cheered, slapping lando on the back which had him falling back to earth. âcanât believe he finally did it.â landoâs first ever formula one win was an astronomical achievement. you wish you couldâve been there in person.Â
âneither can iâŚâ your voice trailed when you were focused on his freckled face. a constellation, you called it, and could lose yourself in counting them. and lando was looking at you and your beautiful face. he was addicted to you, he learned, and no girl could fuck him like you could.Â
carlos glanced between the two of you and raised his brows. âright, then.â he cleared his throat. âletâs get going then, yeah? got the whole grid celebrating you, lando!â
you were quick to put on your heels and grab your clutch. lando waited by the door for you, holding the door open.Â
when you brushed by him, he grabbed your arm and twisted you around. he pushed his head close to your chest, which had you flushing.Â
âlando!â you scolded beneath your breath.Â
âyou smell like me,â he raised a brow.Â
shit. you thought he wouldnât notice. âgrabbed your cologne on accident. was rushingâŚreplaced it with mine, see?â you raised your wrist for him to smell and he did, nose brushing against your sensitive skin. your veins pumped just beneath a thin layer. you felt him inhale and you had shivers running up your spine. he glanced at you again, dropping your hand.Â
âthink mineâs better.â
he meant it. you smelling just like him had him on fucking edge. he didnât understand why it mattered to him to such a high degree. the primal inclination soaring right over his head, but he knew you were his for the night. longer he would wish, but he would take anything he could get from you.Â
you only rolled your eyes at him, proceeding to walk down the hall. he caught up with you, hand coming to your lower back to guide you. when you made it to the elevator, he stuck his head into your neck again, breath hot as it fanned against your skin. you leaned into him, but stomped your heeled foot.Â
âlandoâŚâÂ
he grumbled something inaudible.Â
âspeak, wonât you?â you gripped his chin, pulling him upward.Â
âdriving me fuckinâ crazy.â
your breath caught in your throat. he was always touchy, but it was never this intense. the way he grumbled against the skin of your throat, the needy vibrations which plucked deeply at the strings of your heart. but there shouldnât be any of your heart involved.
âyouâre just a madman, then.âÂ
he chuckled. âgonna lock me up?âÂ
if only, you wanted to say, but held your tongue.Â
âpapaya does look good on you.â you giggled, hand roaming his chest. but you were right about his madness. he was sickeningly crazy. he should be institutionalized, even, in the comfort of your home. what a hell that would be, wouldnât it?
the drive to the club was short. it wasnât very far from the hotel. the inside of his expensive mclaren had you dazzled, though it wasnât really his, just a rental whilst he was in miami. still, your fingers found the pleasure of finding the leather that boarded the doors, wondering just how much leather you could adorn as decoration.Â
lando, on the other hand, was white knuckling the steering wheel the entire time, debating whether or not his hand would find a good home on the skin of your thigh. your dress had been too long for that, though, and he didnâtâŚfuck, he didnât even know. he was anxious to be with you this weekend, not hesitating to call you to be the first one to come down to congratulate him.
he had so many other girls. why did he choose you? he didnât know it himself, wasnât sure if he was ready to face such intense truths, but his heart led him astray dialing your phone number. he didnât even hesitate nor want to connect with another girl, just you.Â
fucking hell, and you looked heavenly in that dress. he would spend the entire fucking night shifting his pants to hide his stark boner from your eyes.Â
rolling up to the club, he gave his keys to the valet and you stepped out, fixing the fabric of your scrunched dress. you made your way over to him, elegant as ever, when the cameras began to flash. the amount of attention frightened you, and your phone fell to the ground. it clattered against the pavement.Â
lando reached down smoothly to pick it up for you, his movements lingering for a moment. when he rose, his hand grazed the back of your exposed calf, trailing up your body to rest on the fabric of your lower back, the top of your ass. you wanted to swat his hand away teasingly, but for the nightâŚyouâd allow it. the cameras flashed more and more. lando only separated from you to take a few selfies with fans, but that had been it.Â
his hand found your back once more, pulling the fabric down that was scrunched at the back. he also did it as an excuse to rest his hand on your ass. guilty!
and you let him. more cameras flashed. he was yours for the evening. so youâd relish in the momentary fame, but would surely be horrified by the comments the next morning. but fuck it, you looked hot in this dress and wouldnât let these heels go to waste. let them envy you, for you were surely going to envy the next girl on his arm. what? no you werenât. that thought was fleeting. you were shocked that you imagined of such a scenario.Â
inside the club was an ambiance of celebratory cadence. it was lively. the bright lights, cheering on goers. everyone seemed to swarm lando, congratulating him and patting him on the back. he was so happy here.Â
you attempted to shimmy out of the limelight to give him the attention he deserved, but he tightened his hold on you, digging his fingertips into your waist. you were surprised, looking at him with confusion, but he didnât even take his eyes off of one of the mclaren engineers who attended the festivities.Â
playing arm candy wasnât your specialty, but you had the basics down. smile and laugh. straight posture. being fucking perfect. easy stuff, you know? surely sitting in an office chair for your day to day would enthuse a straight spine. surely listening to your old, ratty coworkers jokes would have you rolling with laughter and smiles. surely it was the easiest thing in the world to be perfect for lando norrisâ
your name was called by a girl at your side. it was alexandra!
you gasped, swinging out of landoâs arms and throwing yourself into her. she caught you, looking absolutely elegant while doing it, and smiled into your hair.Â
âthank god youâre here!â you cheered, your hands landing on her shoulders to steady yourself. she looked stunning this evening. but she always did. you envied her for that much.Â
âof course!â her french accent was sweet and endearing. her voice was even softer. ânone of us would miss it. iâm glad youâre here!âÂ
alexandra and you had grown a relationship over the past few years youâve been acquainted with lando. she seemed to always be where you were, and by coincidence, the two of you followed each other on tiktok and realized you had, if not, the same humor. you began messaging each other back and forth, and there you had itâ a beautiful friendship between the two of you. being long distance best friends was hard, but it was times like these that you were grateful to see her.Â
lando had froze when he felt you slip from his grasp, a horrible feeling of incomprehensible dread washing over him that he couldnât pinpoint why. he interrupted the conversation he was having to see you with your arms wrapped around alexandra, kissing both of her cheeks. his face flushed, hand tightening on the drink he was given by his mates.Â
why not him?Â
lando excused himself and clung to your side. you jumped at the feeling of his hand around your waist, eyes snapping up to meet his⌠irritated ones? you were at a loss as to what could warrant such a look, but you didnât let it linger when you shifted closer to him, your hips against his thighs. he seemed to relax both his body and face, giving alexandra a smile.
she was amidst congratulating him when charles and carlos approached. rebecca at carlosâ side.Â
âis this a party orâŚ?â charles remarked, luring you all to the center of the room to dance. lando glanced at you. you could feel his eyes, but you didnât meet them. not yet. you thought that if you had, you wouldnât be able to stop tonight. not with how good he looked, not with how he smelled.Â
on the dance floor was no better. his hands were all over you. it was a bittersweet homecoming to feel so close to you, so flustered. but you loved the way he made you feel. pure adrenaline. alive. your hips swayed and grinded into his own, him matching your pace with a drink in his hand. there had been one in yours too, but you downed it already.Â
at one point when the beat dropped, they all began to shout his name. you included. his cheeky little smile had him muster the courage to down his drink, emptying the large glass. whoops and hollers filled the club, and there were no more words to describe how magical this night was for him. he would remember it forever, and you couldnât blame him.Â
he was magnificent in the spotlight. with a charming tongue, funny jokes, and charisma that had him swooping up any girl he could want. there were a pack of women surrounding him before he pulled you by the arm, interrupting your conversation with alexandra, twirling you to be plastered against his side. the womenâs attention didnât last long after that.Â
âcheeky, arenât you?â you raised your lips to his ears, daring to lay one against the top of his throat. you felt him swallow, his adams apple thick and bobbing.Â
âdonât like to be a cornered animal.â you knew it was meant to be a joke, but there was a layer of truth to it that you couldnât ignore. lando didnât do well in crowds without flustering with anxiety. to that truth about him, you could toast to.Â
you were back on the floor with him in a matter of minutes, engaging in conversation with alexandra and charles. lando was talking to others as well, but he was firm against your back, hand on your stomach. the action had you blushing, unable to forget any time that heâd lay his hands there, asking if you could feel him. and you could. now, you could feel the imprint of his cock behind you. you didnât know how he could last this long without asking you to fuck him in the bathroom, but you werenât complaining.Â
yet!
steadily as the night progressed, he would be laced with sweat and the smell of him. a mix of body odor, sure, it smelt like lando. your lando for the night. he flashed you a smile as he leaned over your body from behind, both hands gripping your hips against him.Â
you returned the gesture, but were much more bashful than he anticipated. you were giving him that look. a look that he had become trained to respond to. his dick instantly hardened. pavlov was onto something, wasnât he?Â
you both had been there for hours. you could only handle so many more amped up bass drops. and you were both plastered enough. it was around four in the morning when you were tumbling out, giggling and laughing at who knows what.Â
one of the valet club drivers even drove the both of you back to the hotel. neither of you are in the state to drive.Â
in the car, one of your legs was atop his, slotted between his thighs. you could feel his pulsing cock and your mouth watered at the sensation. he was staring at you through dangerously dark eyes, reflecting back your own stare of desire. it was like looking in a mirror for the both of you. ravaging and desperate to have one anotherâs hands on each otherâs bodies.Â
lando took liberty and lowered his head to your exposed shoulder, pulling down a thin strap of your dress to your bicep. he kissed the skin tenderly, an action too intimate for your own good, but you were too fucking drunk to deny it.Â
âfucking beautiful,â he muttered into your skin, quiet for only your ears to touch. you let your fingers trace up the side of his face lazily, feeling your gaze spinning beneath his tender words.Â
âiâm proud of you,â you whispered, brushing a stray curl from his sticky forehead up into the rest of his hairs. âyou know that, donât you?âÂ
your voice had been tender. delicious to his drunken ears. though he knew heâd remember this soberâ he had a feeling. how could he forget that tone of voice, your gentle touch, clearly breaking the bounds of what was too intimate.
he gulped, eyes flaring wide at your declaration. his hand found your thighs then, gripping the soft flesh with depth.Â
your fingers traced down to his bottom lip, puckering the flesh, but dropped to the car seat with a laugh. you brushed off his shocked expression, leaning back into the cool leather. but his grip didnât relent. he kept his eyes on you, too, unable to find something else to fixate on. you were the object of all of his desires. he confirmed it then when he was desperate to hear more of your unsolicited praises from your lips.Â
he craved your lips.Â
landoâs head dropped to your waist, his face nuzzling into your soft flesh. he kissed through the fabric of your dress, desperate to feel you beneath such a guarding sheath from your skin. you turned your head to look at him from where your gaze latched to the window, your hand rolling down the curve of his neck.Â
you kept your hand there for the remainder of the drive, but didnât look down at him. you knew youâd be face with those desperate, glistening green eyes of his. youâd fall weak beneath the light of his love, and youâd find yourself disappointed when he didnât want what you did. a relationship, dare you think it just for one second.Â
the valet driver dropped the two of you off and was able to manage a cab on his own back to the club. lando tipped him a hundred euros for his time, beginning to sober himself enough to walk in a straight line and speak without slurring his speech.Â
you were the same. stretching your legs from the car, hands above your head in a dramatic feline stretch. landoâs eyes were on you the entire time, gaping at your figure. your ass. his lip caught between his teeth, and you caught him ogling.Â
your hips began to sway beneath the music of his eyes. youâre unable to resist his humorous allure, crumbling the second the second the corner of his eyes uplifted. a smile followed, his gapped, perfect, teeth shimmering the reflections of the pale moonlight.Â
he stretched out his arm for you to join him at his side. you sashayed there, twirling in your heels that ached your feet. but you did it for him. youâd do it all, though the alcohol was driving your thoughts.Â
lando swooped you into his grasp, wrapping his arms around your waist and digging his fingertips into your hips. you laughed amicably, his presence both a comfort and a feat of pride.Â
you mustered the strength to break his hold, trotting up the steps of the hotel. your heels were loud in the quiet, tender moments of the rising miami sun, and your giggles even more so. lando wasnât far behind, skipping the steps to catch up with you.Â
youâd never seen him hit an elevator button harder. you resisted the urge to laugh, knowing it was an impossible situation to be so loud at dawn. so you bit your fist in your mouth, choking down a sound that lando yearned to hear.Â
when the elevator arrived he jumped right in, dragging you alongâ though itâs not like you hesitatedâ by your elbow.Â
he immediately began trailing kisses down your throat, the column of your neck, your collarbones, shoulders. he left no place untouched by his devout, worshipping lips. heâd often say in the heat of the moment that you were the best thing heâs ever tastedâ a man feral for your sweet nectarâ but you just thought it to be the post-euphoria sex high.Â
the british driver muttered something into your neck which had your eyes flaring wide, uncertain if you heard him correctly.Â
you pushed his head back, gripping at the curls near the base of his neck. âwhat did you say?â
he looked flushed. embarrassed. he choked on his words, shaking his head. he was clearly brushing it off.Â
ânothinâ.â
he resumed devouring your neck, saliva dripping onto your dress, but his words bubbled.Â
the ding of the elevator alerted both of you. he was the one to lead the way to his hotel room, swiftly opening the door with skilled ease, and had you against the wall in minutes. he gripped at the fabric of your dress, tempting to rip it. you hissed with contempt. âdonât,â he looked up at you with heavy eyes and a half toothed smirk, challenging you. âtoo expensive.âÂ
you felt him scoff against the skin of your chest. ââtoo expensive.ââ he mocked.Â
but he heeded your words, gentle with how he lowered the straps to your forearms. your head lolled against the wall, eyes glistening with liquidated pleasure. there was nothing better in the world that could feel better than lando norrisâ lips against your skin. each press was a blessing, a kiss of life, hungry for the divination you relented this evening.Â
âso fucking beautiful,â he breathed when he shimmied you out of the dress, neatly undoing the zipper. you wore nothing under the dress besides panties, which had his eyes gawking at your taut, perked nipples. you shifted forward, desperate for his touch on your suddenly cold body.Â
lando didnât wait. his cock was already painfully hard in his pants, punishing the fabric for being so restrictive. he pulsated, precum already ruining the pair.Â
his lips found your nipple, other palm fisting the firm flesh. you let out a sweet moan that was delicious to his starving ears, your hips bucking into his for a relenting yearn for release. he let out the deepest chuckle from his throat, finding such impending amusement for your desire.Â
when he was contempt with the titillation of your nipples, he moved to the skin of your belly, biting softly at the skin. enough to leave bruises for his own eyes when heâd see you next. next. there was always a next with you.Â
but you had other plans.Â
your hands reached for his face, pulling him to meet your eyes. his own blew wide, flickering to your lips, to your eyes.Â
âlet me,â you whimpered, reaching for the buckle of his pants. heâd stop you, usually intending on getting you off with his lips or tongue before he could even cum. but tonight, he couldnât resist your lips. you looked up at him with pure heaven written in your irisâ.Â
he swallowed before nodding his head rapidly, his forehead leaning into yours. âyeah, yeah, please.âÂ
lando norris wasnât a man to beg. he didnât have to do any of that shit for his other girlsâ they were always eager to please him, fuck him, suck him offâ but for youâŚ
your lips found his neck, feeling the thick muscles with your tongue. it was arousing how muscular each part of his body was, thundering with endurance.Â
there was a soft mewl in his throat when you slid your hand down the front of his pants, beneath his briefs, over the length of his cock. the sound excited you tenfoldâ wishing that you could hear it a hundred times over again. it was addicting how he wanted you.Â
when your finger grazed his tip, his hips bucked instinctively into you, just how yours had. he cursed under his breath, letting his head fall limp into the crevice of your neck.Â
you laughed into his skin, finally falling to your knees to drop his pants and briefs. his cock sprung free, red and vibrating for your touch. your touch. you often wondered how his other girls treated him. if you were better, if you were the worst. obviously not the worst if he was the one to call you after his first win, right?
one hand stroked his length, traveling to his balls, simultaneously glancing up at him. he was staring down at you, riddled with urgency, a pleading look reflecting in your eyes. his bottom lip caught between his teeth when his hand found the back of your head, stroking the sides of your face.Â
his thumb caressed your bottom lip. it caused your lips to open for him, and his thumb found your tongue. you swirled it around the pad of his finger, never breaking the shared look between you two. you let him go with a pop, and he found his hand at the base of your neck again, hand wrapping a makeshift ponytail with his hand.Â
your lips swirled around the head of his cock, swallowing the precum that dampened his briefs. he held back a rumble in his throat which annoyed you, so you took him wide in your mouth, bottoming him out in the back of your throat.Â
your cunt clenched around nothing when his whole body sang in praise of your lips. he faltered when you began a steady pace of back and forth, stimulating his balls with your other hand. curses fell from his lips, sinful words, and he gripped your hair tightly. with his other one, he fell forward against the wall, bracing for dear life.
but you didnât relent. faster and faster you went, and you were awarded by his hips snapping into you, cock gagging your windpipe. you choked, tears forming in your eyes, but it was divine how satisfying it was. to see his eyes rolling back into his head, hands shaking, desperate to feel you up. from this position, below him, you could see the entire world. you had it all on the tip of your tongue.Â
âfuck, babyâŚâ he groaned. you felt so good around him. warm and tight. it felt like fucking home for him. somewhere heâd always come back to. and he would. no other girl could make him feel this way, had him about to cum in a matter of three minutes. your lips were made to take his cock, and he would yell that to hell and back for the entire world to know.Â
he felt you moan against his cock, the sound echoing in your throat. he swallowed harshly, drool dripping down the side of his chin at the sight of you alone. you were perfect.Â
and when your hand came to run over your nipples, kneading at the skin of your breasts, he felt his abdomen tighten. you found so much pleasure in sucking him off that you felt the need to touch yourself. fuck, he never thought heâd see something so hot in his entire life.Â
he knew heâd been done for in a matter of seconds. with a firm grip of your hair, he pulled you back from his cock. you looked offended, disappointed when the drool from your lips trailed down your chin.Â
ânot yet,â he uttered, gripping the side of your face with his other hand. his cock was angry, furious at the lack of attention. he was practically fucking edging himself. âwanna cum inside you.âÂ
say less, you wished to say, but all that came out from your lips was a whine.Â
and then you were laid out on your back on his bed. the white sheets were clean and made, cold beneath your scorching skin.Â
lando traced two fingers up your thigh, the junction of your hips, your waist. you shivered, toes clenching at the sensation. then to your naval, your pussy, your dampened underwear. a ruined pair, no doubt. he smirked, lip curling.Â
âall for me, huh?âÂ
you nodded instantly.Â
his hand slapped against your flushed pussy. you whimpered, grasping at the sheets.Â
âwords, pretty girl.â
âyes!â you gasped when you felt him tug the underwear down your legs. âyou, you, you, lando. all you.â
he practically purred. your folds were swollen and glistening, drenched from how his cock pounded into your mouth. âso wet,â he observed, twisting his fingers to trail up your slit, gathering the slick between his fingers. he raised the pair to his mouth, tasting your sweet juice on his tongue. your legs pulsed together, eager for friction, a quiet mewl leaving your throat at the sight. âtastes like heaven.â
âlandoâŚâ you were getting impatient now. rightfully so. he stood there with his hardened cock, teasing you with his firm fingers.Â
âwhatâdya want, baby? hm?â he asked, knowing damn well what the answer would be. yet heâd trace his hands gently up the sides of your body, fingers dancing over your nipples. you writhed.Â
âyou.â you said endearingly. âfuck me, lan, please.âÂ
he was so impressed with your manners that he couldnât resist slipping his cock inside of you. atop of you he caged you in, a blessed enclosure, lips pressing to your exposed chest. you whined at the initial stretch, always finding yourself so tight around his thick cock.Â
âfuck, lando.â you hissed, teeth clenching at his immaculate girth. it was a pleasurable burn, and your arousal only had you clenching around him. he huffed through his nose, hot hair breathing over your skin.Â
âi know, baby,â he reassured you with his bittersweet voice. âyâcan take me, canât you? always such a good girl for me.âÂ
you whined at his words, low moan bellowing in your throat. you squelched with your slick and he could feel it. he smirked, having the gall to chuckle, even. but you didnât punish him for it, especially not when he began to move his hips back and forth, a pair of fingers coming to rub against the bundle of nerves placatated at your clit.Â
the sensation of feeling him slip in and out of you was impeccable. you could find no other pleasure than his cock nestled inside of you, filling you to the absolute hilt of your dreams. the imprint of his dick had him riled with lust when it ran over your lower belly.Â
âfeel me here,â his hand came to grab yours, bringing it to the imprint of his cock inside of you. âdonât you?âÂ
you nodded, lip catching between your teeth and opposite hand threading through his curls as if you were a needle and thread. âso good, lando, please. keep going.âÂ
and he did. if you asked him to do anything right now, he wouldâve. the slapping of skin echoed in the hotel room, filling silence with vulgar sounds from both of your lips. lando was a moaning mess at the pulses of your cunt, intent on sucking him dry from his cum. and he was an expert at navigating your clit, pinching and swirling the rough pads of his fingers.Â
your eyes rolled in the back of his head when you bucked your hips for a better angle. âdeeper,â you said, finding a grim satisfaction at the thought of him splitting you open.Â
his eyes flashed to yours, bloodshot and red with lust, and shifted so your thighs were over his shoulders. your back arched for him and he was pleased to see your receptiveness. his hips didnât falter, and neither did his hands.Â
this angle had been more than what any gospel could provide. more than any destiny written out for you. fucking him was written in the stars, you knew it for certain, and you blossomed into a glistening constellation before him. for he was the entire universe for you, and you just a mere fractal in the midst of it all.Â
but oh, how that wasnât true. how you were the sun in which he orbited, woke up and thought of. you were the first person that he called after his father, needing your presence with him in miami. he needed this. your cunt. your pleasures, your moans. you, it was on the tip of his tongue, edging its way forward through the kisses he laid upon your neck.Â
you were drenched in his saliva, coated in the thick musk of lando norris. he would never say it aloud but he dreamed of the day to see his cum dripping down your thighs, full of him, the remnants of your love affair sticky and haughty with each step that youâd take.Â
it was a primal instinct that became so vicious. it overtook him, thwarting him into a dick-measuring contest whenever you went out with him. heâd keep you close. his, the message would be clear. no man would approach you when he had his hand on your lower back, your hips in his hands, your pelvis grinding against his own. you were his own keepsake. the light at the end of the tunnel. a brazen warrior that heâd follow into any battle.Â
the only battle he was intending on winning was the war of your heart, blessed be his troops.Â
it only took a few more harsh thrusts of his cock and twiddling of his fingers before you were painfully close to a release. he could feel it. he knew it like the back of his hand. your trembling legs, intense writhing against his hold, your breathy moans. he wished he could take a picture of you, flushed and desperate, and keep it in his wallet.Â
âcome on, baby.â he urged, feeling the own heat of his orgasm rising in his lower stomach. he had been resisting the urge to cum for your sake, always finding a deeper satisfaction in seeing your overstimulated face after the fact.Â
âcome for me, wonât you? pretty thing. iâve got you,â the words of praise that were only meant for you. he didnât call any of his other girls âbabyâ, but you wouldnât know that. you couldnât know. it would ruin all of this, wouldnât it? wouldnât it?Â
iâve got you, he said tenderly. itâs what had you compulsing, drenching his cock in your slick. your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave, drowning you in the euphoria of what was lando norrisâ pleasure.Â
he was staring at your worn out face, his own tongue coming to swipe at his bottom lip. he was ready to feast on you.Â
landoâs own orgasm was swift to follow. the rhythm of his hips faltered, sloppily, aggressively. the overstimulation against the walls of your cunt was delectable.Â
âcome for me,â you begged him. it had his eyes flaring once more, shocked to hear such a request from your pretty lips. âinside me, lan, need itâŚâÂ
âfuckâŚâ he groaned, and with one last snap of his hips he was spilling out inside of you. his forehead fell into the crook of your neck, breathing heavily. your chests moved in unison, catching your breaths after such an intense fuck.Â
you were sticky against him. his body fell atop of yours, and your hands wrapped around his back. one hand came to run up and down his neck again, which had his eyes fluttering with sleep. but he didnât let himself, and instead moved to get a towel for you both.
he slipped outside of you, the warmth of your cunt had his expression falling. he saw your face, too, empty once he made his way to the on suite. he grabbed a handheld towel and ran it under the warm water, and crossed the space between the bathroom and the bed.Â
lando let it run up your thighs, between your legs. your cunt was swollen still, his cum thick and dripping from your slit. he smirked to himself, cleaning the remnants of himself from the immediate vicinity, but wouldnât go further.Â
you were aware. entirely too aware of how warm you felt. how filled you were. it was filthy how good sex with him was. you could never orgasm with any man but him.Â
lando fell to the bed beside you, opening the sheet for you to slip in beside him. you hesitated, never having spent an entire night with him, except for a few drunk evenings. did this count? you werenât sure. youâd certainly remember that mind blowing orgasm.Â
but his eyes were drooping with sleep, weary when you hesitated. you couldnât resist, and slid in beside him, comforted by the furnace of his body.Â
landoâs head found home, once more, in the side of your neck. you brushed the hairs from his sweating forehead, roamed through his scalp. you ran circles through his hair until you heard the soft snores coming from him. it only took a few seconds for him to fall asleep in your arms and for once, you were perfectly content with that. if this was what your life would be, then so be it.Â
the british driver woke approximately twenty four hours later.Â
when he woke, you were not there.Â
he was startled as he searched for you, but there was no sign of you. he sat up in his bed, sun peeking in through the curtains. he rubbed his eyes, hand resting on the spot that you had laid in. there was an imprint from your body.Â
when he checked his phone, he knew he was in deep shit.Â
âfuck.â it really had been a full day that he slept through.
but there were no texts from you.Â
his gut tightened, heart beating loudly in his throat. why are there no texts from you?Â
he scanned the room to find a glass of water on the nightstand, previously iced from the ring of water around the side of it. and there was a note, too, with some ibuprofen. he picked it up.Â
had a good night
proud of you always
text me when youâre up x
and it was signed by you.Â
he folded the piece of paper.
he supposed it was a good night. the best sex heâs ever had, in fact, and wouldnât forget his own confession in the elevator. he wasnât sure if you heard it or not, but there was a part of him that wanted you to.Â
âyou were always my favorite,â he spoke into the column of your neck.Â
the next time you saw lando was in monaco.Â
you were back home and invited by alexandra to the paddocks for the home race of charles. you accepted, of course, hoping to catch a glimpse of lando.Â
you hadnât texted him much, but neither had he. you heard first from him on that tuesday morning and it had you smiling at the airport, bags in hand. you texted back, and it was sporadic from there on out. itâs been a few days since either of youâve said a word, and it was beginning to wane on you.Â
alexandra repeated your name.Â
âyeah?â you responded, head snapping towards her direction.Â
âi asked if you were feeling alright.âÂ
âoh.â you breathed, laughing it off. âof course, do i not seem okay?â alexandra shook her head, petting leoâs little head in her hands.Â
âyouâve been quiet, thatâs all.âÂ
and you had been. but since she noticed, you were determined to make her forget about it.Â
ânervous for charles,â you lied. but alexandra bought it and agreed with you, shedding her anxieties for her boyfriendâs home race.Â
you were standing on the balcony with her in ferrariâs hospitality. you looked elegant today, matching alexandraâs own vibe. your hands were clasped together as you were leaning down, watching the drivers go in and out for their free practice.Â
alexandra was still ranting about how nervous she was for charles when you saw him.
the papaya was noticeable from anywhere.Â
lando
lando and company.Â
a girl trailing behind him. her hair was done neatly, blonde, painfully thin. you grimaced against your will, face scrunching with a bitterness you had never felt before.Â
alexandra tapped your elbow before she looked down at what you were staring at.Â
âasshole.â she remarked, scoffing.Â
you raised a brow. âyou think so?â
alexandra nodded as if it was obvious. âdonât know why he brings them around,â she sighed. ânot when he could have you.âÂ
you never felt so flattered before. you blushed, thanking her for saying something so kind. though you denied having feelings for him. she knew it was a lie this time.Â
lando glanced up at the balcony, finding your eyes inevitably. he could feel your stare at the back of his head.Â
and he fucking waved.Â
the girl beside him looked up, too, but she did not.Â
you could see landoâs smile from up here, but in your intensive bitterness, you did not wave back. you stood and turned to go back into ferrariâs hospitality, not thinking twice about your decision.Â
the rest of the weekend you spent in bitter earnest. youâve never seen yourself in such a state. but you plastered on a smile for alexandra and charles, entirely too elated when he crossed the finish line first in monaco. you held her as she weeped with joy.Â
and, of course, you were invited to the festivities for the evening. your attitude was soured by the girl latched to landoâs arm throughout the entire weekend. but he looked so nonchalant with her, careless. none of it mattered. youâd put on your best dress for the evening.Â
in the club you were found nursing a martini in your hand, not quaint on the taste, but were keen on getting wasted. you didnât want to deal with whatever shit storm of emotions were brewing inside of your head. seeing lando with another girl was not new for you to witness. it was the norm, in fact, and you never thought about it otherwise.
but something changed that night of his win in miami. you knew it. he knew it. the words he uttered into your neck in that elevator was sending you up the wall and skyrocketing into the abyss of the universe. and you believe that somehow, he would find you.
he would find you.Â
lando saw you instantly when you entered with alexandra and charles. rebecca and carlos paired together, too, leaving you the odd one out with no arm candy on display. good, the thought was impulsive.Â
the girl beside him was giggling at something he said. but it wasnât meant as a joke. he was convinced that she just had no idea what he was talking about, and was eager for a good fuck from him. he knew his skills of pleasure were not in comparison to any low life dude, but no girl could fulfill the void of receptiveness. of yearning desire.Â
so when he tilted his head back to down the rest of his drink, he grimaced at the taste, and turned back to the girl he brought with him. but he kept stealing glances at you in your short dress. it was like you were punishing himâ were you? he suddenly felt like a dog, a bad boy, reared and chained to the dog house outside your house of a heart.Â
but you didnât see him. not for a while, actually. you were intent on staying true to your moralsâ staying away from him this evening. he only brought trouble for you. confusion. you were sick of this back and forth, and most importantly, this rotten feeling of jealousy. it wasnât a good look on you, or so you thought.Â
âdance with me?â alexandra asked you. you accepted, of course, grabbing her hand and holding it high above the crowds as she led you to the dance floor. you were both twirling and laughing with your drinks in hand, purely electric with the rap music. charles joined her, gripping her from behind. you couldnât help but watch, gulping down the feeling of envy.Â
alexandra noticed. she knew what you were going through, even if you wouldnât say it aloud. your ârelationshipâ with lando has gone on for far too long without any real commitment. everyone knew he was your favorite girl to be around, except you. you were the only one, apparently, who didnât know that lando looked at you like a goddess reincarnate.Â
and when you shook off your thoughts of envy, your eyes found another pair staring back at you.
sharp emeralds, piercing through the musk of the club.
your breath hitched, catching solemnly in your throat.Â
the blonde was grinding up against him, throwing her head back against his shoulders. one hand was on her hip, the other with an empty shot glass in his hand. the girl was enjoying herself, at least, and you wondered if he fucked her the same as he did you.Â
his eyes didnât leave yours as his hips swayed in motion with hers. his hair was disheveled, a coat of sweat gleaning on his forehead.Â
the pair of you were waiting to see who would break first. who would succumb to the challenge. you wanted so desperately to win, to grab another random man and kiss on his neck, but you were detested.Â
the air inside the club felt heavy, and the world would collapse on you. the weight was too much on your shoulders as you became lightheaded.Â
âi need air,â you said to alexandra before you fled from the dance floor, leaving your glass on the counter.Â
the air of monaco was brisk when it pierced your skin, your thighs, your shoulders. but it was a much needed refreshment from the confines of that fucking club. you felt nauseous, sickened by landoâs eye contact with you. how dare he.Â
you looked around before turning the corner of the club, seeing a pair of men smoking a cigarette.Â
âcare to share?âÂ
the men glanced at one another and the one holding the pack nodded. he handed you one and you placed it to your lips. he held out the lighter, too, and lit it for you.Â
you werenât one to smoke. it was a drunk cigarette kind of night.Â
they insisted on you staying with them, talking each other up to be some pair of scrouges who deserved your attention. you politely declined their advances and walked the other way, feeling colder when the tobacco hit your lungs.Â
when you blew out your first puff, it wasnât long before the cigarette was ripped from your lips.Â
âheyââÂ
âthis shit isnât good for you.âÂ
lando.
he found you out here. rather, he chased you out. the minute he saw you turn your back he scrambled, pushing past every person that came in his way.
you scoffed, unable to look at him as you crossed your arms.Â
âyou donât know whatâs good for me.â
he paused, sucking in a tight breath. his jaw clenched. the cigarette was thrown to the ground, crushed beneath his foot.Â
ârudeââ you uttered, cut off when he grabbed your elbow. that had you looking at him. and his expression didnât disappoint.
his eyes were widened, pupils blown wide as he looked into your own. his lip trembled momentarily, jaw entirely too tight for his own good.Â
âwhatâs going on with you?â he wondered, holding eye contact with you.Â
ânothing.â you answered instantly, brushing him off. but he didnât accept that.Â
âânothing,ââ he mocked. âyouâre not a very good liar.âÂ
you hummed. âthanks.âÂ
the conversation widdled down, but he wasnât about to give up.Â
âtell me,â he requested, his face pulling closer to yours. you had to give it to him. he was determined. but you were too.
âthereâs nothing to tell.â you bit back.Â
âi care about you. come onââ your name fell sweetly from his lips. he was prepared to grovel at any second now.Â
but you cut him off. âohhhâŚ! yeah, right, you care? pfft, no need to pretend, lando.âÂ
he pulled back, shocked that you got in his face. your words were cruel, but he felt the double meaning behind them.Â
âwhat?â he asked, softly. you knew then that he was hurt.Â
but jealousy was a monster.
âi wish i was as stupid as you think i am.â you rambled, hands thrown up with emotion. but you were done with this conversation. âfuck it, iâm leavingââ
but he used his other hand to ground you before him. âdonât.â he pleaded. eyes watering.Â
âwhat? like youâd notice?âÂ
then the bells chimed in his head. an alert that he understood what this was. he was stupid in not knowing what was happening before him.Â
youâre jealous.Â
âdidnât take you for a jealous type.â
you scoffed. âyouâre ridiculous.â
but he shook his head and tsked. âcanât believe it, baby, that you hid it for so long.âÂ
âfuck you.â
he blew out a huff of air as if he were wounded, hand coming to run over his chest. it was a fatal one, that was for sure. you tried again to push past him, but to no avail nor universe would he let you go.Â
âcome home with me.â
his words were determined, sincere, though there was a layer of softness to it. like unsweetened honey that poured from his lips.Â
you stared at him. âwhat?âÂ
he laughed. âyou heard me. let me take you home.â
you couldnât tell if he was being serious. couldnât tell if he was mocking you. your facial expression dropped from its intense anger.Â
âdonâtâŚâ you started, feeling the heat of emotions that youâve been burying come to the surface. your eyes swelled with tears but fuck, you promised youâd never cry over him. âdonât be mean, lando.â
his smile dropped. he knew then that you werenât playing around, messing with him in the ways you usually had. what was this feeling inside of him? guilt? he wanted nothing more than to fix whatever heâs done. the instinct blazed a fire through his veins, igniting a deep rooted reaction that he feared only you could bring out of him.Â
his hand came to cup your cheek. you flinched backward, staring at the palm of his hand through your wet lashes, but allowed his touch.Â
âcome hereâŚâ his hand dropped from your cheek to hold out for you to melt into. an invitation for a hug.Â
you hesitated, shifting closer on your tip toes. when you were in close enough reach, he grabbed you, earning a yelp.Â
his body was warm. he pulled you flush against his chest, his head coming to rest on your shoulder. his hands were wrapped firmly around your torso. was he shaking?Â
he was. lando was wrought with a surplus of emotion when he saw your anger diffuse. he loved to feel all of your emotions, it reminded him that you cared about him. but when he saw it disappear, faze into an abyss of melancholy, his heart set into overdrive. he never got such a rush of adrenaline before. not from racing. not from anything else in his life.
you relaxed into him, shutting your eyes. there was a wet stain from the single tears that fell from your face on his shirt.Â
but you didnât care. he smelled so good. it was lando. your lando.Â
âlet me take you home.â
your nose buried into his shirt. his stubble dug into your neck.Â
âyour place,â you muttered. âi want to go to yours.âÂ
his place was always for special occasions. but to your unbeknownst knowledge, you were the only girl heâs ever taken there. the only woman heâs fucked in his bed.Â
he stuttered. âyeah,â he cleared his throat. âyeah, of course we can.â
you didnât even end up texting alexandra goodbye. you were too wrung tight with your jealousy, coined poignantly by lando himself. he was quick to catch on to your attitude shift, but you could tell he was frightened. at least you wished for it to be.Â
but he was. his heart plummeted when your anger reached him. it did more than touch him, it ripped him apart, had his heart bleeding in plain sight. anyone could see it except you. it was never you who saw the love beneath his eyes.Â
landoâs apartment was just how you remembered it to be.Â
open space, loosely decorated. it was rather bland.Â
âyou kept it!â you ran your fingers over the displayed teddy bear, one that you had won for him at a fair.Â
he shut the door behind you two, locking it. he let out a soft hum. ââcourse i did.âÂ
he said it like it was obvious. he would never get rid of anything that youâd give him. you squeezed the teddy bear in your palms, but dropped it when you felt landoâs arms wrap around your waist from behind.Â
his lips found your neck in an instant.Â
âi missed you.âÂ
you tensed. back arching, you turned your head to look at him, angled perpendicular to his face burrowed into the junction of your neck and collarbones.Â
âreally, now?âÂ
he chuckled against your skin, fanning his warm breath through your body. the hairs on the back of your neck rose instinctively, choosing to hold your breath instead of express anger. though you couldnât help the huff through your nose.Â
âyouâre so vicious when youâre jealous, darling.â he thought this was funny. it angered you even more, attempting to writhe out of his hold. but he didnât relent, keeping you taught against his chest. asshole.Â
âam not.âÂ
he tsked.Â
âsure.â he continued his trail of kisses down your neck. you fell into him, head lolling back and eyes rolling. fuck, his lips were always so good. he was so good to you.Â
âam not.â you said again, biting back a moan when his hands came to your forefront, parting your legs for his hands to rest between your thighs.Â
âwhatever you say.âÂ
your hips grinded against his own in retaliation which had him humming in soft praises. his fingers trailed the lining of your panties, other hand holding your hip firmly .Â
âbecause iâm notââ the moan that was pulled from your throat was pure divinity to landoâs ears. his fingers had run up your slit, teasing your entrance. blood ran down to your body, fueling your cunt to a puffy state. your weight went lax against his hold, which he was perfectly capable of supporting you.Â
ânot what?â he dared you to continue, not when he had you numb in his hold already. he was clearly cocky. you could hear the smirk in his voice.Â
âiâm notââ you were determined. but lando was coming back in full force. his middle finger teased you, pushing between your slick, finding the warmth of your walls. you sucked in a tight breath, feeling just how wet youâve become.Â
âso wet, baby,â he said into your ear. âwhat were you saying?âÂ
âfuckââ you sighed, whining. âiâm not jealââÂ
and then he seized the bundle of nerves around your clit, curling his middle finger inside of you. you cursed, sweat beginning to bead around your forehead.Â
âmhm.â lando proved himself right when you couldnât mutter out a sentence, becoming dumb on his fingers alone. he began a steady pace with just a singular digit, flexing in and out of you supported by your natural lubrication. Â
âmoreââ you pleaded. it had him standing up straight, reacting to your soft pleas like he was a dog to a treat. pavlov, and all that shit. he found himself staring down at the sight of your twoâ his finger etching in and out of you, drenched in your sweet nectar. if he was no better than a dog, why was he about to drool?Â
âyeah? you can take another?â you were rapidly nodding against the back of his shoulder, biting your lip.
âyes, please. please, lando.â you mewled, gripping at his forearms that caged you in. you never wanted to be chained down, but for pleasure like this, you felt as though you could make an exception.Â
he obeyed. adding a second finger was close enough to your release, and you knew that was barreling forward at any minute. if he kept this assault of your clit up and the delicious curl of his fingers, you would melt into a puddle.Â
and you knew he would. if lando started something, he would finish it. the only priority for him was to make sure you reached an orgasm. that was a promise, forever and always.Â
he found himself bucking his hips into you, the sight of you weak in his arms becoming too much for him to handle. the friction between his pants and your hot cunt was too irresistible. what can he say? you were just pure bottled heaven.Â
his thumb had been applying more intense pressure to your clit. your face was entirely flushed now, brightened from his attention. he was entirely to carnal to hear the noises you made. noises for him to hear, no one else.Â
but his pace was slow. teasing. you felt like this was a punishment. your lip curled, face contorting with both pleasure and angst. âplease, please.â you whimpered.Â
âwhat, baby? what do you want?â smug. always so smug.Â
you gripped his hand that was flexing inside of you, tightening your grip. he chuckled deeply.Â
âwanna come? that what you want?âÂ
your head bobbed up and down, breaths coming in fast pants. âneed.â you corrected him, and he thought that he would fall dead at your feet. his jaw clenched, muscles in his arms flexing, and he would give you want you needed.Â
you needed him.Â
that was all that he needed to hear from you.Â
you turned your head to look up at him with your bloodshot eyes, dreary with lust. lust for him. your lashes fluttered against your brow line, lip quivering with a singular wish.Â
he wanted nothing more to kiss you.Â
âfuck.â he groaned, your thighs were drenched in your slick, a sight he thought could never be hotter. and when he curled his two fingers sweetly, your hips bucked aggressively. he knew exactly how to navigate your body, but it was always so thrilling to see you react in such a way.Â
âyeah?â he smirked, âthat good?âÂ
âso good, lan,â the nickname you used for him was not intentional. it had his dick throbbing in his pants. fuck.
your words of praise would only have him working harder. he didnât even need to add a third finger when your stomach snapped with tension, coming loose all over his fingers. your vision blurred, legs shaking rapidly. you cried out, head lolled against his shoulder. he held you tightly, and you didnât miss how he stroked your hip with his thumb. a soothing action.Â
how he could ever find this kind of pleasure in another woman, he didnât know. but the challenge beggedâ could he ever admit that?Â
his fingers remained buried in your cunt whilst you rode yourself free from your high. it was impossible to look anywhere else but you.Â
and when he removed them, showing you the mess you made, his popped them into his mouth. it was such a vulgar statement, but you found yourself blushing. he sucked on his fingers, letting them out with a pop, clean as a whistle.Â
âheavenly.â he reaffirmed. âno girl compares.âÂ
you froze, still delirious from your orgasm, but it had you spinning in his hold. he was slightly blurred in your vision, but you could make out his faintly cocky expression.Â
âreally, huh?âÂ
your attitude would have him rising, cocky attitude falling away instantly.Â
he gulped. âguess so.â was this it?Â
a smile grew on your face. your hands wrapped around the back of his neck, grooming through the back of his head. he smiled lazily, lip catching between his top teeth.Â
but things like this didnât last forever, did they?
there was a pounding knock at the door. it had you frightened, shifting your panties back into their rightful place. your fingers fixed your appearance the best you could, whilst lando adjusted his dick in his pants.Â
âopen the fucking door, lando!âÂ
it was a womanâs voice.Â
your brow raised.Â
âi know youâre in there with that bitch,â the woman seethed. you could feel her anger through the doorâ but you could feel your own flying through the roof. bitch? you didnât fucking think so.Â
you pushed past lando who was about to open the door and he called your name, attempting to stop you.Â
the door flew open. âbitch?â
the blonde girl stood there. she clearly didnât expect you to open the door. but she didnât back down; fine.Â
âyeah. bitch.â you straighten your posture. âhe told me not to worry about youââ what? âand here you are, fucking him.âÂ
not quite, you wanted to correct her.Â
âfuck off,â he said the girlâs name. âme and you arenât a couple.â but she rolled her eyes anyway.Â
âyou promised me a good fuck, lando,â she had such a venom to her bite. it had you bristle. âi didnât think youâd stoop so low.âÂ
âhey, now, donât beââ lando started, but you were done. you had enough of this night. you turned back into his apartment and grabbed your handbag, your phone, and threw on your heels. you didnât hesitate brushing past the pair.Â
lando called your name.Â
but you only turned your head over your shoulder. your gaze read an entire sentence that he felt up his entire body.Â
two can play this game.Â
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â IF I WAS A RICH GIRL . . ! â
ᥴꪍ sum. not only do you get your panties back but you get a handsome, suave sugar daddy as a gift. gojo takes you out on a date but the lavish, exquisite food isnât what heâs exactly hungry for. hint: itâs between your legs. oh, and you.
wc. 6.6k
warnings. fem! reader, sugar daddy!gojo au, age gap (early twenties/early thirties), semi public themes, toy usage, gojo is a nasty menace, cunnilÄąngus, implied multiple Ĺrgasms, praise kink, mentions of brÄeding, impact play, size kink, degradation, edging, manhandling.
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âs- ssssatoru,â you hiss. clenching onto your fork, you squeeze your thighs together underneath a velvet red table. it was as if every area of your nerves could barely hold themselves together as theyâre continuously being interrupted. interrupted by the sheer vibrations juddering your legs apart. heâs sitting beside you, humming to himself as his eyes skim through the pricey menu. acting as if he doesnât hear your sweet faint whines, he heard them alright. loud and clear. itâs been a whileâever since that day, youâd have been a fool to not call him from the business card he gave you. accepting his precious offer to be a sugar baby. his sugar baby. and now, you were on a date with him. not just any date though, a date where he brings along a cute new bluetooth vibrator he bought for you. itâs happy new home was located right between your pretty thighs. the setting was powered on level four and you were so so close.
this was bad . . this was really really bad, the immense pressure steadily continues to arise. the bzzzing of the toy rings through your ears to where it gets stuck in your head. everything felt slow, real real slow. the entire five-star restaurant alone was quite loud. blaring with a multitude of conversations from talkative fellow guests. the vibrator makes you whine out a tiny, shrilling squeak, and you squeeze onto his pants leg. âyouâre smiling. i know you can hear m- me.â
âhuhhh, oh no sweet thing. âs just my natural face,â and heâs got a coy grin. he was definitely smiling. âletâs try one more level,â and your legs were just about to give out the moment the buzzing intensifies. so embarrassing, you keep trying to look around, in utter hopes that no one was looking your way. it felt so good, orgasmic even. youâre on your last final hinges of pleasure before he tugs against your ripped fishnets. âhold it, girl,â he directs, planting a kiss against your neck. âdonât finish, at least wait until our food comes. letâs try usin' those manners tonight, yeahh?â
âsatoru jusâ let me cum,â you whine, grabbing his wrist. you feel against his g-shock. the cold, metal material making your cute fingertips shiver a bit.
out of amusementâ he hums, watching as you try to drag his hand down between your heated thighs.
seeing how desperate you were for more of his beloved touch was adorable. your expanding heat only grows and thatâs when you then slouch back against the fat padded restaurant booth. the fabric of your panties felt stickyâalmost adhesive like with how it sticks against your mess between your lacey undergarments. just voluntarily glued against your plushed thighs. the toyâs been wavering against your pretty clit for about a good ten minutes. the waiter took you and gojoâs order quite a while ago since thenâand those long ten minutes since then felt like long ten hours. âfuck, âtoru. canât hold it, pleasepleaseplease.â
âhmmmm,â gojo kneads a thumb against your wrist. his touch alone made you throb more. his touch, you just wanted more of it each time. it was addictive, like a drug, like candy even.
youâre so close to your release that itâs right there. at the very tip of your tongue, you could almost taste it. saliva pours into your mouth as the the inevitable pressure gradually emerges.
as people in the restaurant continue to walk by, you have to try to not be so obvious. you were failing miserably thoughâanyone could peer a look at you and spot the lewd expressions stretched across your face.
by now, you werenât really trying to hide it. you were about to make a mess at a public restaurant, and maybe the simple thought of that alone made you pulse with no shame. âaw, yâr squeezinâ my wrist so tight, baby. really wanna make a mess, do ya?â and he leans right up against your neck, giving you a soft kiss. hot breath collides against your collarbone as he gives you a kiss, one simple kiss and youâre just so feral. not a single thought embedded into your mind except you were about to make the biggest nest imaginable. right underneath this tableâ all thanks to the stupid toy, and stupid satoru gojo, your beloved new sugar daddy. youâre nodding, tiny babbles of whimpers spewing out from your lips before he strums his fingertips against the rotating vibrator. gojo feels against the outer part of it sticking out of you, and he just wants to pull it out, making you cum himself with his tongue. heâs dirty but at least he has some kind of decorum. kind of. âso fuckinâ hot. gettinâ off at a five star restaurant like this, was supposed to be a special night but you just had to be a messy girl today, huh.â
ây- yes, âtoru, please,â and your breathing hitches the second his frigid cold lips make contact against your skin yet again. if it was anything that could make you so weak, it was gojoâs obscene, sloppy kisses. you craved them like you craved air. âhafta cum, let me finish please. wanâ it so bad.â
with a little teasing sigh he murmurs, âokay fine,â and once he gives you the go ahead, you finally let go. the deafening music reverberating throughout the diner harmonizes over your orgasmâ it was a tiny squeal but still. it silenced your own release, but you were still quite loud. youâre slump backward, feeling him turn off the toy from his phone with a simple button and he chuckles. âbaby youâre so fuckinâ dramatic,â and he drags a thumb against your now soaked entrance. youâre panting, tummy heaving and heaving as your quaking legs were all sprawled open underneath the table. pried open just for him. âsuch a wet girl. kinda just wanna get a little taste. my own appetizer before the meaââ
âchilled alaskan king crab legs, two complementary cups of ice and herb roasted chickenâ?â a waiter cuts off gojo as heâs flirting with you. with a whip of a head turn, he glances up, a bit annoyed at being interrupted. the waiter with the ordered food in hand stares at the two of you, a short petite male with a eye twitching expression. he gulped, seeing the gojo satoru and decided not to question just why his hand was literally between your thighs. âum, sorry for the delay. here you go.â
âthank you,â gojo cheeses a fake smileâyet as he watches intently as the waiter hands you both the steaming hot plates of lavish cuisine. he pops the same finger that was toying with you right into his mouth. you gaze at gojo, so filthy..
again, no shame at allâa shameless man at best. briefly, he sucks against his finger, savoring the after honeyed taste before smirking. it was as if he preferred your taste rather than the food sitting right in front of him. curling his tongue against his finger, he gives the server a coy nod. âkeep the change, man.â
the waiter was stunned to see gojo reaching in his suit, grabbing out a whopping tip amount of four hundred dollars in cashâhe stammers, accepting it with a grateful sheepish smile. âah, t- thank you. please do come again.â
as the server leaves, youâre left with your own body still panting from your most recent teeth shattering release. the food was sizzling, piping hot. with hooded, partly open eyes, you dig your nails into his slacks. âyouâre s- so nasty, âtoru,â and picturing the image of him licking his finger like that . . just a few seconds ago as if it was nothing, youâd lie a bit if you said it didnât turn you on. at least a little bit anyway. he snickers, planting a kiss against your jawline as you struggle to catch your incoming irregular breaths. âmy panties are all soaked now.â
âand. letâs be realâwhen are you not wet, princess,â he teases, grabbing a napkin to wipe the remnants of drool seeping from the outer corners of your mouth.
gojoâs eyes were so pretty, the more you stare into his elegant, ethereal pupilsâ the more you wanted him. wanted more of him. swallowing, he grabs the front of your hand before kissing it. the moment his lips press against your hand, you feel your tummy swarm up with butterflies. âand donât pout. âm gonna take them right off ya anyways, câmon. letâs finish eating. got a surprise for ya back at home.â
at gojoâs mansion, secluded from other buildings to disturb his peaceâhis surprise for you was nothing more than his tongue.
âi need you so bad, you donât fuckinâ understand,â he groans, and heâs making sure to take his time with you. his sweet precious time,
youâre in the master bedroomâ his bedroom where it was known for having your sweet moans reverberating and bouncing off the walls. as youâre laid on your back, you let off a soft whine once heâs trailing his tongue everywhere down your body. he starts slow, making his way back up to kiss you. strands of delicate snowy strands tickle against your forehead as his lips harshly crash onto yours. you moan, sliding your tongue against his and tasting the leftover taste of what tasted like sweet, sweet tequila. he was still in his suit and tie and you wanted nothing more than to have it off. your hands roam to yank on his tie and he gradually grinds his body against you. âyeah, thatâs right. ouch my body, girl. all yours.â
heâs speaking between lewd wet kisses. his voice was deepâhis rhythm against your body was so passionate that it was almost carnal. you taste a bit of mint on his tongue also, separate tongues continue to dance and fight against each other all the while heâs left you speechless.
breathless even,
every few seconds heâd have to come up for air, nibbling against your bottom lip coltishly. âdonât be shy,â he whispers, watching as you hesitate to feel against his body. he finds that characteristic about you cute, how you were still shy yet slowly warming up to him. âtouch me,â he repeats, his voice a bit more raspyâ a bit more needy. so you do, raising your hand and you slip it underneath his dress shirt. as the cottony piece of clothing glides against your skin, heâs still compressing his lips against yours before your fingers start to roam further . . .
as they wander down the older manâs body, you feel his exact build. he was absolutely ripped, even in his early thirtiesâhe could have easily been mistaken as a frat boy. it was no surprise, gojo practically spent his life in the gym. his personal gym anyway. you couldnât help but take a peak at his buff bicepsâonly imagining whatâd it be like for him to put you in a teasing chokehold.
those arms, that jacked build . .
the more you ponder about him manhandling you, the more youâre so close to making yourself more drenched. as everything progresses, you moan again. his sensual grinding against you gets more quicker and quicker over time. his hardened bulging boner rubs off on you and an arm of yours slings around his broad neck. âmhm,â he groans, feeling the soft centers of your fingertips stroke its way down toward his forbidden happy trail.
it trails and trails,
so pretty, just a beloved white trail of curled hair running down just above the horizontal border of the rest of his pubic hair. it starts near his navel and slides its way further down. a vertical strip of hair that you could never get your hands off of. as youâre still kissing him deeply, teeth gnashing amongst each other before gojo ultimately ulls away.
âfuck, âm gonna cum jusâ from kissing you,â he lets off a throaty laugh, trying to hide his flustered state. you had him so weak. so weak but heâd never admit that. gojo brings his swollen, dripping lips towards your neck, then your collarbone, all until he goes just a bit lower. âlook at this body,â he coos, pausing to take in your beauty right underneath him. âyeah, âm gonna take such good care of you, sweets. jusâ lie back ân let me love you.â
his words were as smooth as silkâ the deep, resonating pitch in it bellows all around the thin walls of his bedroom. the seductively sly baritone of his voice alone makes you pulse. if it was anything gojo had, he had a way with his fucking words. gojo purses his lips, coating your tummy with a plethora of kisses. you struggle to stay still, your expensive dress he bought you a few days ago for this exact occasion now all wrinkled and creases.
but truthfully,
he didnât careâbesides, heâd always buy you another one. his favorite motto.Â
as youâre lounged back, he makes you spread your legs. âmwah,â he purrs against your skin, lolling out his tongue just a bit to create a slime wet trail. it goes all the way down until he reaches near your cute navel . . then up to your half ripped panties. they werenât ripped before the date, but they certainly were now. âyouâre so sensitive today. barely did anythin' ân youâre squirminâ from my touch.â
âs- satoru, please,â you whine out a pathetic breath. a hand then grips onto his tangled strands like velcro. tightly, you didnât let goâ at least not yet anyway. his hair was were messy, and that simple detail alone made him ten times more attractive. gojoâs hair as usual was a bit slicked back but still unkempt, especially now due to your gluing grip. fingers of yours massage its way through his scalp and he almost moans. with a pouty expression, you continue to speak. âyouâve been edging me all day. âs no fair.â
âthaaaatâs kind of rude,â he chaffs with his white brows contorting into a furrow. âwas the toy not enough?â and with a shushed tone, he whistles against your clitâ giving it a soft kiss, a thumb peeling down the center. âoh, right.. probably wasnât, forgot how greedy this pussy is. âs my bad.â
your back arches, and you moan once he prods two long fingers inside of youâyour warmth envelops around his digits easily before he pulls it out to give it a good three second whiff. âsweet,â gojo slyly says, licking against his fingers. âwould have rather ate this instead,â and you moan, watching how his mouth was practically watering from your alluring taste. such a nasty man, the nastiest. gojo leans up to you, tapping against your chin. âah ah, open that mouth baby, before i eat. donât wanna hog, wanna make sure ya get a taste too.â
whimpering, you part your lipsâ sticking out your tongue before his lengthy slender fingers tug its way into your mouth.
immediately, you suck around them, lashes of yours fluttering from your blissful arousal. âm-mhm,â you slip out an inaudible gasp, feeling his free hand grab against your twitching cunt. gojoâs staring at you with the most smug expression before he pulls his digits out, sneaking a wet kiss right on your mouth. as you taste yourself, a messy cobweb string of spit departs from each mouth before he lies you back down. âfuck, hurry âtoru.â
ânow . . baby, donât rush me,â he teases, and with your back laid against the squishy cushioned mattress, he finally digs in. your knees poke and extend outward and a sweet whine rips out rawly out of your throat. itâs almost guttural, heâs yanking out noises from you that you didnât even know you could even produce.
once gojo startsâ itâs never ending.Â
he could eat you out for hours, despite how his jaw would tense and tighten. youâre moaning at the way he starts off with sloppy kisses before just straight up digging in. nose deep within seconds. it swipes against your folds in various circular motions. the rotation of his tongue was brutalâ youâre whimpering, maintaining a rough grip against his hair and he chuckles. sucking deeply against your puffy slit. you throb in his mouth, and youâre already squelching. gojo groans, reaching a hand inside of his executive pants to stroke himself off.
your pleasure was his pleasure after all. he wanted to always make that clear.
gojo wasnât lying about pointing out how hard you made him. a thumb of his runs down the vein that remains on his dick. with his eyes closed, he allows his tongue to wander through every part of your pussy. he knew just where to go. he knew the exact spots to make you scream and whine out for more.
with ease, he locates every orificeâ he doesnât miss anywhere, more so because he canât afford to.Â
gojo loves more than anything to make out with your cunt. his most favorite thing to do was to french kiss against it.
after each obscene mwah after mwah, he even allows his own saliva to help him outâ despite how you were already a practical dripping faucet. careless, saturated kisses of his had you throbbing time and time again in his mouth. his head vigorously shakes back and forth, side to side as youâre practically shoving him forward. âehâeasy on the hair, pretty,â he jibes, concisely parting his lips away. gojo stares at his thumb thatâs trying to insert its way in. he grows quiet, watching the scene in front of him. within long extended seconds, your pussyâs swallowing the single digit whole and you swear under your breath at how lengthy his fingers were . . even a simple thumb. gojoâs thumb stretched you out so good that you couldnât even comprehend the feeling in words. not like you could comprehend anything anyway, you were already stupid. all from his tongue, his touch, everything. âgod, such a wet girl. the nerve to be walkinâ around this soaked, ân sheâs quite the talker today too..â
as heâs rambling with a thumb entering in and out of your cunt, he takes a moment to spit on it. itâs shimmery, he blows against it before letting off a flirty whistle. âyeah she fuckinâ is,â he praises your folds. âoooh, bet sheâs gonna give me a nice squirt or two later,â and you moan once he brings his chatty lips back towards it. your pool of heat continues to grow before he lays his tongue flat. he was always a man to make a bit of a mess. your heartbeat starts to get so rapid that you heard itâs pulse right through your ears. the firm grip you have on his hair was tight. tangled crumped up fingers combing right through his hairâ it makes him a bit hard. the feeling of you dragging him back and forth against his face. you could barely keep your legs open but you didnât want him to stop. heâs practically slobbering over your pussy before he breaks away, giving you a smug grin. âlike when i make out with her more than you?â
âf-fuck, âtoru,â was all you could mutter out in shaky lips. as heâs relishing his meal between your thighs, gojo spanks your cunt twice. youâre so soaked that a few sloshing droplets hit against his skin. ângh, youâre teasinâ me. âm gonna cum if you k-keep doinâ that.â
sucking passionately against your clit, his tongue flicks against the sensitive nub. that spots has you short circuiting. ânuh uh, good girls cum when they deserve it,â and the tempo of his suckling gets quicker by the mile. youâre about to break, unceremoniously grinding your hips against his mouth so much to where he chortles. as he laughs, hot breath of his fans against your pussy and it only makes you throb ten times more.Â
straight convulsions,Â
youâre feeling so many sensations languidly twitch against your body all at once that you could barely keep up. everythingâs fuzzy so you felt like you were on cloud eight. cloud nine or whatever people call itâ honestly, your mind was far too fried to even figure it out. gojo grunts, snapping you back to reality with a soft swat against your folds. âbe honest with me, sweets,â gojo slicks his tongue out of your clingy walls, peppering a playful kiss against your soddened, moist folds. âdo ya deserve to cum? do ya deserve to be my messy baby? tell me the truth.â
with a cute, exasperated sigh, you sob out a needy cry. ây- yesss, iâve been good, âtoru. been good all day,â and his sucking against your clit grows within speed. the very cartilage of his nose against his nose prods against your entrance and you feel like youâre floating. the tip of his nose was all soaked, all because of your cunt continuously scooting up against it. as heâs propped right up between your legs, a hand of his squeezes down on your right thigh before giving it a little bite. your legs, one of his favorite things to gently press his teeth into. as well as your neck, but your legsâthey were just a force to be reckoned with. you were a force to be reckoned with. âsatoruuuu.â
âsweetheaaaaart,â he mocks your cute dragging of your words, slurping every lewd amount of your primal arousal. youâre so cute, barely bring able to stay still so much to where heâs got to hold you in place. âbut you were beinâ a bit of a brat earlier,â he hoarsely utters, rubbing his hard on against the edge of the bed. âteasinâ me, even tried âta stroke me off while we were in the diner,â and with coy eyes, he gives you a cunning smirk. as you pout, he simpers. âaww yeahhh, remember that dontcha?â
continuing to rut your sloppy cunt against his face, he playfully nibbles against your clit â you whine, biting down on your lip before spreading a plump thumb against your folds like jelly.
âdunno if she should be messy just yet,â and heâs such a tease. as he speaks, his eyes avert towards your pussy, clearly wanting you to understand he was talking to her and not you. at least not right now. you could hear the playfulness underneath his tone. your heartâs racingâ itâs so intense, your legs were quavering within his hold. struggling to maintain decent breaths, you end up finishing anyway. it hits you so abruptly that itâs rude, all kinds of nerves surge through you and your mouth pries itself open. the only thing escaping out of your sweet dry throat was a desperate, wailing whimper. gojo pauses, bringing a final kiss against your pussy before smearing a thumb against his lips. âthe fuck.â
âs- sorry,â you pant, but truth be toldâyou werenât. in fact, if he squinted just enough, he could see the little smile trying to stretch itself against your guilty, sheeny lips. youâd only last a few minutes with his tongue, featuring his long fingers, but still.Â
first and foremost, your powerful orgasm had you feral, a cooling air suddenly sets down against your skin as your legs tremble before your pussy gets slapped with a mean smack. one turns into two, then three, then four . .Â
âf- fuuuck, âtoru,â you gasp, hearing the wet swats against your cunt. youâre still sensitive, your swollen folds all dampened with nothing but your slick, soaking arousal. so wet, so sloppily wet and only wet just for him.
âwe talked âbout this, sweets,â gojo grumbles, giving your folds an almost disappointed kiss. âbut âs like ya never listen, guess yâr pussy needs more training,â and as youâre trying to collect as much gasps of air as you can through your full lungs, he squeezes your cunt with his entire wrist. unzipping his slacks, he leans into you before pulling you into a kiss. the entire spacey room was dim lit, velvety shaded rose petals scattered everywhere onto the crinkled sheets. gojo knew how to set the mood. as he shoves a tongue down your throat, still getting a good grip of your cunt with his palm, he then makes you flop right onto your back. âmch,â he hastily pulls away, a tongue savoring your sweetened lip gloss that smothers itself against your twitching mouth. âcanât look at ya right now. face that way, yeah. face down ân ass up. jusâ like i taught ya, pretty.â
with unsteady hands sinking into the bed, you do as he says. a soft whine ferociously snatches out of you once a big hand of his caresses your left ass cheek. his touch, you were always so weak for it. ever since you first met the man, your first encounter which was about approximately almost two weeks ago. you started to get deeply attached, well, at least your body was . .Â
as you arch forward, you feel a soft scratchy material plop against your back. gojo doesnât waste time, tugging down his own brand of boxers with his last name stripped in bold letters near the stretchy hem. grunting, he springs his aroused dick out, aligning himself against your achy, drooling entrance. the feeling of material was just gojo throwing a few wads of cash near your back. âbratty but gorgeous,â he scoffs, feeling you wriggle your ass against him. oh, you were gonna be the death of him. the fifty dollar bills trail and slide down your spineâ the view of it was so sexy, he wanted to savor this moment. youâre his favorite girl, he already knew it. a hand of his grips near your hip. âneedy âlil thing. just gotta move that ass against me,â and as heâs speaking, he gifts your ass with another impolite spank. âugh, pussyâs to die for.â
âs- satoru, fuck me,â your plea came out of your mouth in such a small tone. it was cute, your knees that dug into the mattress remain to grow shaky and wobbly before nearly giving out. the size difference amused him.
the delicious size of his fat cock was pure bliss. you donât think you could ever get used to it. every time with him always felt like the first. with two clingy big hands glued to your waist, heâs easing his way in slowly. his fat tip ploddingly opens up the outer sloppy walls of your entrance and youâre so slick for him that youâre already coating gojo from the very base down. growing a bit frustrated that it seems like heâs taking forever, you creep a hand down between your thighs to touch yourself but he only spanks your wrist away.
âgirlâplease, letâs not touch my pussy today,â he warns slyly, catching your hand with quick reflexes.
you moan, feeling his girth expand throughout your walls. heâs just so fucking big, your mouth stretches itself open and a tiny squeak escapes. âso wet, mhm, listen to how sloppy you get for me,â and you end up falling face forward into the bed. with your ass still up in the air, heâs easily emitting such filthy moans from your throat. your pussy doesnât take long to constrict around his hefty length. gojo always fits nice and snug inside, you wholeheartedly take him inside, drooling from how your cunt grips around him in such a secure way. just one thrust, a single thrust from gojo and you were already limp. âthereee we go, take it, pretty.â
âi-iâm gonna cum,â you whine, speaking in an almost breathy way. fat callused fingertips of his run down your spine, sending you various shivers before he spanks your bass again. the dollar bills that lay against your back start to fall right off of you from the quick paced movements. âs- sirrrr,â and with another smack, he corrects your sweet tone so you can rephrase and address him the right way. âiâ i mean satoru, fuck youâre sâbig. âm gonna cum again.â
âoh, donât be dramatic sweetheart,â he purrs in a rich tone, feeling you already start to gape around him. your pussy flutters from his thick entrance, and once he starts up a pace youâre frantic for more. a hand of his wraps around the back of your throat like a necklace before the ruthless drilling eventually starts. the sticking cacophonous pap pap paps against each jerking limb paps was so loud. skin against skin, body against body, you felt your jaw tighten. heâs so precise and rigorous with his sharp hips that it gives you whiplash. youâre never preparedâeven if you try to be. gojo knows how to hit every part of your cunt in such a way to make you squeal out in pleasure, in ecstasy. heâs got an upward curve that wanders all inside of your caved love areas. just a few thrusts and you were already salivating. âmhm,â he huffs, hearing the stickiness your cunt sings against his base. already, itâs a wet trail coating around his dick with each time he pulls out before back in. âdonât get lazy on me, pretty. i need to see a better arch. even i can do better than that.â
with a pout at his maddening cockiness, he spanks you again. you arch your back forward a bit more and he coos, âgood fuckinâ girl,â and he grabs a nice chunk of your ass. burying your head into the crook of your elbow, it takes him barely any time at all to locate your forbidden g-spot.
once he hits it exactly, the sound that escapes from your lips was adorableâit was a little shriek, it sounded so beatific and harmonious it was as if he was listening to a song. a song he never wanted to end, your sweet voice. âgoddamn,â he groans, feeling your ass thwack its way back against him in salacious rapture. oh, but despite that all, he knows youâre nothing but a tease. especially with your movements against him, happily moving your hips in sync with his. youâre fucking back against him and it makes him kiss his teeth. âmaybe this âs what ya needed all along, wanted âta spoil you today but all you wanted was dick, âs that right, sweet thing?â
ân- no,â you lie through your teeth, your own voice muffled with how youâre speaking inside of your elbow. your voice was shaky, trembling on every dragging syllable before the bed starts to get rickety. it creates sound with you bothâ making its own types of lewd harmonies. gojoâs weight pressing against you makes you throb, you were feeling all kinds of pleasure at once. whimpering once more at how heâs stuffing you full of thickset inches, you try to reach down to touch yourself.Â
âdonât play with me,â he catches your wrist again, an almost snicker departing from his lips.
damn, so close.
holding onto your wrist, he notices you squeeze his hand, rubbing a thumb against his fingers. âaw, does the baby wanna hold my hand?â and as you struggle to nod, he gently pins your arm back.âyouâre somethinâ e-else.â
his words start to cut off a bit as heâs keeping up a decent tempoâthe frame of the king sized bed starts to get jittery. all from the weight and his sloppy hips rigorously pounding into you. the bedâs creaking, itâs almost deafening with how it screeches aloud from the massing pounds of hefty pressure crushing against it. âd-donât stop, please,â and heâs just fucking you into his pillow. even the satiny rich sheets of his pillows smell like him. his signature musky scent of his gojo satoru cologne.
. . speaking of,
his pillows even have his last name bedazzled on them. literal cursive letters of âgojoâ written in blue. if you werenât so fucked out, youâd roll your eyes. heâs so deep, a hand of his explores the entire curvature of your hips. your curves were one of his favorite parts of your body, he could touch you all day long if he really wanted. the loving warmth that body provided him had him wanting moreâyearning for more, more of you. gojo always relishes in how you respond to just a few of his fingers of his dancing against your skin. you were so sensitive and it was a real sight to witness. one of his favorite sights. âfuck, âtoru. right there, riiight there, fuck.â
as his hips become more sharper, he hits against that same spot that causes a short circuit in your brain. youâre gaspingâholding your breath before whining, heâs so thorough. hands of yours slide underneath your barely unclamped bra, fondling against your jerking tits. âgood girl, play with yâr nipples for me like that,â and he swats another discourteous spank against your ass. this time itâs harder, it stings for a second and you whimper out from the sudden contact. after he spanks it, he always caresses it, rubbing the soft palm of his hand to make the sudden sting subside. âyâr so fuckinâ hot, pussyâs gonna make me fall for yââ
and he stops his words right at that last bit. your heart fluttersâ or maybe that was just your pussy, but you were no idiot. you knew what he was gonna say. or maybe you were delusional and misheard what he was saying.Â
gojo satoru was a filthy man, he steals out orgasm after orgasm out of you like itâs nothing. he was a little older, which meant that he was a bit more experienced.
quite a lot more than you by a long shot, he made you feel ways in where other men never could. couldnât even come close. maybe thatâs why you were so attracted, why you wanted more . .Â
a well known businessman, but downright nasty in the sheets. he couldnât help it, nor did he even really care. gojo had you wrapped around his rich finger, just like how you had him wrapped around yours.Â
with him,
the passionate intimacy lasts for many many hours. timeless, numerous until your legs were sore, until youâre just being a cum dump for him. youâre pumped full until itâs leaking out of your cunt. so stuffed, with your panties still lazily pulled to the size, some remnants of his cum coats against it. heâs lost count of how many rounds it wasâ maybe four, five, or was it eight.Â
all you knew was that your legs had been gave out. you were now flat on your back and heâs fucking you in missionary.
beloved, iconic missionary,
the perfect position to stare you right into your eyes. he grows a liking to grab your chin right when youâre about to cum, peeling your bottom lip down, only to then shove a tongue down your throat. speaking between breathy sentences, he groansârocking his fit body against yours. âkiss me, baby, suck my tongue,â and as heâs swaying back and forth, washboard abs poking through his shirt, your legs lock around his slim waist. a hand of yours slides its way through his dress shirt and tux, feeling against his faint chest hair and washboard abs before you part your lips. you only then start to gradually suck against the tip of his tongue. his heart beats speedily, synchronizing with yours entirely. heâs dizzy, the static that your body produces against him makes his head throw back as he pulls away. glancing up at the ceiling, still presenting your cunt deep solid strokesâhe knew you were gonna be a problem.Â
his prettiest problem,
perhaps he wasnât starting to think of you as just his sugar baby, maybe even something more . . but he buried that thought into the very back of his mind. all he really cared about was your pleasure.Â
pulling away for a moment, still buried into your sopping wet cunt, he grips your chin. whispering in a weary tone, smiling at you, he sighs. â. . tell me,â and he gifts your wet lips a chaste kiss. âyou wanna finish with me, pretty?â
âp- please,â you moan, your legs tightly locking around his waist, never letting go. everything was a messâ the entire room had a balmy aroma of love and passion. the both of you were sweating, beads of sweat coating each body. more so gojo, this was a mere work out for him. although, he was actually used to using his body on a daily, so physical activity never bothered him in the slightest. your stomach continues to seize from his fat length and he inches his mouth toward your neck again. his lips were so soft, gently sucking against your tender skin throughout each intimate moment.
viscous amounts of cum race down your thighs as if itâs some kind of lewd competition. as itâs slowly trickling down between your legs slowly, a hand of his slithers down your shaky limbs to feel it. to make sure it doesnât go to waste, to make sure it doesnât spill.
gojo satoruâs cum was pricelessâquite literally probably. plugging it back in before you whine. âwanna cum with you, âtoru.â
âcan never say no to you, baby,â he hums, bringing another kiss to your lips. despite his raspy worn out toneâheâs still so gentle with your body in his hands. gojoâs zealous hips slow down a bit before his lips capture against yours again. a hand swiftly wraps around your throat, briskly oscillating back against your body before another hand grabs the headboard. you glance up, spitting the veins poke out through his sleeves that were peeling down. heâs giving you slow, sensual thrusts. âfuuuck . . me,â and his words were delayed by a few seconds. heâs mercilessly grinding against your heat so good to where it becomes sloppy. heâs so close againâhe knows that feeling all too well. you didnât know what to focus on. gojoâs length, the girth that keeps your walls sweetly captive, or his voice but it was all so appetizing. so . . flavorsome.
he couldnât help but slow down his hips a bit. with a single hand, he reaches down to pull his leaky dick out right before he came. he shot into you alreadyâdozens of times actually, but he felt like being a tease again.
âugh,â he groans, feeling his base swollen itself up. as you finish on your own, your body transmitting into a shockwave of a wave of rapturing rhapsody he mimics you before a stringy amount of ropes splat right onto your folds. itâs so much, so viscous and goopy that paints the entrance of your cunt to where itâs as if your pussy was a mere canvas for him. ���look at thaaaat,â and as he licks his lips, youâre shaking right underneath him. gojo leans in to kiss you and thatâs when the bed suddenly jitters. itâs rumbling but he ignores itâ bringing you into the nth kiss for the night. âatta girl.â he whispers between kisses.
as youâre leaning into his touch, your anklet erotically rubs down the muscles of his back in such a sensual way. with tongues tangling together in corresponding harmony, the expensive wood on the headboard suddenly breaks. itâs a ear-splitting noise, an almost creak. noticing the noise, you break away from his lips before sheepishly muttering.Â
âdid the bed just . . break?â
âperhaps,â gojo whispers, but he was totally unfazed. you had him pussy whipped, he didnât even look tired.
pretty cerulean irises gaze into your allâso pretty that it almost could be mistaken for a solid pigment of green. a jade loving kind of green that you only see in jewels. his intense, needy stare longs into you for a few more seconds before he makes you flip over. you gasp, still feeling his cum ooze out of you from the inside. it was so feverishly warm, sweltering hot with bulks of his sticky seed. all that and you just wanted more, you didnât care how greedy or needy you came across.
snickering, gojo picks up the money thatâs scattered everywhere on the bed only to put them right back on your back where it belongsâ
he then sticks a single fifty dollar bill between your lazily stuck-to-the-side panties before letting off a dry laugh.
âletâs not worry about that though. letâs worry âbout how âm gonna try âta get you pregnant, tonight sweetheart. nowww, letâs practice that arch again one more time, my love. bend over just for me, yeah. atta fuckinâ girl.â
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Satoru Gojo was more than ready to propose to you. For you to be his pretty little wife. For you to take his last name. To see you walk down the aisle in a white dress. He has spent weeks picking out a ring for you. Weeks finding the perfect place to propose. Weeks just for this moment. He knows you'll say yes.
Today was the day he would propose. He had everything all set up and ready. The ring box is in his pocket. He just needs to come home to you and get you ready for the date. He had long made a promise to himself. He'll make you happy because you are the world to him.
He then felt a vibration in his pocket from his phone, immediately snapping him out of his thoughts. He opened his phone to see that Shoko had called him. He accepted the call and was about to ask Shoko what she needed before she interrupted him.
"Satoru."
Satoru immediately freezes. Shoko had never called him by his first name. It was always Gojo.
"Come to my office," was the only thing Shoko said before ending the call. Her voice was shaking.
Dread filled Satoru's body. A chill was sent down his spine. Something was wrong, so he immediately teleported to Shoko's office. He was greeted with the sight of Shoko, his students, and you. The students' eyes red from crying. Shoko is unable to look him in the eyes. You covered in blood. Your curse energy completely diminished. Your lifeless body is on the table.
Oh. Oh.
"I'm sorry, sensei! It's all my fault!" Yuji apologies as he cries.
"She saved us." Nobara whispered as she continued to wipe her endless tears.
"We let our guard down." Megumi looks down. He was holding in his pain. "It's my fault. I was careless. They were wrong aboutâ"
Satoru doesn't register the rest of Megumi's word. His ears were ringing, and his vision was blurring. A void in replacement of his heart. The ring in his pocket felt a lot heavier. He stares at your body before closing his eyes. He then turned toward his students with a smile.
"Hey, hey! It's alright, guys. It's not your fault. It was an accident! Don't blame yourself. It's not your fault at all. How about you guys take the next few days to relax! I'm sure this was very traumatic for you to lose a teacher in front of your eyes!"
"Gojoâ" Megumi started, but he was pushed out the door with his friends before he could utter another word.
"Here, take my card and buy some stuff to help you take your mind off this, yeah? You guys need rest!" Satoru says as he closes the door. He's glad that he has his blindfold on so the students couldn't see the grief and pain in his eyes. He waited until he could no longer sense their curse energy before turning around towards you and Shoko.
"Shoko. Can you leave too? Just for a bit?" He asked. No. He pleaded. His voice was no higher than a whisper. He can't cry yet. Not in front of anyone but you. He's the strongest.
Shoko nodded and walked towards the door. "I'm sorry, Satoru. I tried to save her. I know today was supposeâ" Shoko stopped before she finished the sentence. She bit the bottom of her lips before apologizing once more and then left.
Now, Satoru was left alone in the room with your lifeless body. He took off his blindfold and walked up to you. He held your once warm hand in his. He caressed your cheek as the tears that he was holding back finally fall down his face. He was going to propose to you today. You were supposed to be his wife. You were supposed to be with him until the day he died. But now... he would no longer see you. Your smile. Your laugh. You would no longer be smiling at him. In his arms. In his embrace. He wouldn't get to see your beautiful eyes open. Your voice. He wouldn't be able to hear your love for him. He won't be able to hear your "I love you, Satoru." You would no longer call his name. Oh, how he loved his name coming from your lips. It was supposed to be one of his happiest days. If he could only go back to yesterday. Where you were still in his arms, the two of you whispering your love to one another. Kisses being exchanged. Where you were still warm and alive. Where he can still stretch out his hand and reach you.
Fate loves taunting him with his loved ones. It loves to ruin him. To tear him apart. To rip his heart out and shred it to pieces because he's the strongest. So he'll always fail to protect the ones he loves. Fate is laughing at him because he is a joke. Fate is celebrating his grief. He has losted and fate has won again.
He doesn't know how much time has passed. Him next to your lifeless body, praying that you would just wake up. He wants to join you. Join you in the afterlife. To see you. To be with you. But he can't. He knows you'll never forgive him if he did. He still has his students to look after. A world to save. A revenge to sought after. He wiped his tears away because you would hate seeing him cry. He kissed you gently for the last time and whispered his eternal love towards you and a "I'll see you soon."
He then reached into his pocket and pulled out the ring. Your ring. He slipped it onto your ring finger and askedâ "Will you marry me?"
A yes forever unspoken.
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persephone (simon riley x f!reader) age gap, a bit coercive, dark
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it started with fruit.
you were simon rileyâs secretary, working for a man clouded in darkness and gold. youâd hear whispers on the street, see pitying faces when you mentioned who you worked for to strangers. to them, he was a cold, hard beast. to you, he was a king.
he started by bringing you fruit, pomegranate seeds and ghost-white pears. small quips about eating healthy now while you were still young enough. ms twenty something meets mr not-yet middle aged, the lines of his face just starting to crease but the beer belly nowhere to be found. he mined diamonds, you heard. he owned cemeteries, said another secretary. they call him ghost, whispered a personal assistant. you didnât care, didnât need to when that wasnât your job.
he had scarred hands, craggly things winding into the cuff of his midnight black suits. didnât wear a mask but always seemed to be covered in darkness, his face unrecognizable in half lit rooms and empty offices. he always stayed late so you did too, indulging in the extra car he ordered for you, his driver called charon. simon never held long conversations but simply beckoned you, some string in your belly pulling tight at his recognition. at least a third of his day spent with you, murmuring soft nothings, inquiring about your mother and the upcoming winter, the beauty in the death of the trees. âyâ smell like spring, love.â heâd said one morning, and you resolved to wear that same pomegranate spritz indefinitely.
and then it moved to jewels. congratulations on your one year preceded by a tennis bracelet. a trinket of a three headed dog, something small to keep on your desk. the hours draw on later and later, canceled plans with your mother and nymph-like friends piling up like leaves. his touch starts lingering, hard calluses on soft skin.
a hand on your back, guiding you into a conference room. your hair brushing against his torso, the intimacy of it jarring. you twisted your ankle one day, the height of your heels overindulgent. ended up on the couch in his private office, his hands massaging your foot. âlike a delicate flower.â heâd murmured, rewarding you with an anklet of diamonds once the pain wore off.
three years in, an invite to his private island. no service, leave your phone at home. sign an nda, weâll work remote, gone for a month maybe more. pack some nice clothes, maybe a white dress if youâve got one. take my card if you donât.
stepping off the helicopter, charon at the helm. you werenât there against your will but the hairy arm around your waist was heavy, a reminder of the cost youâd paid to visit the underworld. two weeks in and you couldnât even act surprised when he proposed, on one knee with a glint in his eyes. âyou and me, love, against thâ world.â
and if you said yes to the fruit, the diamonds, the care, the attention - saying yes to this was just the next step. an elopement, heâd already drawn up the license - âwhy wait, dove? yâr so fragile already.â youâre not, have a hidden strength under you, but ghost doesnât care, ghost takes what he wants, and you, legs spread and eyes soft, are it.
when he fucks you, thatâs when itâs settled. cunt dripping on his fingers, his face, his cock. he mutters something about a vasectomy and youâre taking him bare, making eye contact with a ghostlike gardener who walks past the window. your jaw unhinged, drool at the corner of your mouth as he fucks you from behind, one hand on your throat.
âsuch a good secretary, hm?â and you nod ferociously like the three-headed puppy on your desk. youâll never work again, too busy with his cock in your mouth or his remote vibrator in your cunt at dinner. the jewels drip into a roar - diamond encrusted toys youâre not sure are entirely safe, bejeweled handcuffs, glittery collars. heâs pluto, the riches of the earth following his orders when he chases you in his private woods. simonâs presence is otherworldly, taking you with the strength of a god as you squirm against his grip. his oldness disgusts you but makes you gush all the same. âgonna be good for daddy?â and you agree vehemently at the king before you, on his knees.
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a bet's a bet
rafe participates in no nut november
words: 1.9k
warnings: 18+ only, smut, female masturbation (with toys), p in v sex, unprotected sex
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nov. 1
âthis is the stupidest thing iâve ever heard.â you cross your arms over your chest, but your boyfriend doesnât give in, remaining steadfast.
âi already agreed to the bet, baby. you canât change my mind.â rafe simply says, focusing on looking out the window instead of at you, avoiding your glare.
âi have needs too rafe! i canât believe youâd agree to this without talking to me first.â you stand up from the couch, tired of this conversation. you grab your laptop and head up to your shared bedroom.
if rafe was going to make a stupid bet to not cum for the entire month of november, then you are at least going to repurchase a vibrator and dildo that rafe threw away when you first started dating, claiming youâd never need them again.
you pay for rush shipping and use rafes credit card, because fuck him.
nov. 3
âcome on, just eat my pussy.â you groan, legs spread wide open on the bed, trying to convince rafe to pleasure you, but he just shakes his head no.
âbaby, if i eat you out, iâm going to fuck you too. i canât cum and break the bet, itâs only november 3rd. itâs been three days, we can do this.â
you close your legs as rafe lays down in bed next to you. you shouldnât even be particularly needy yet. itâs not like you havenât gone this amount of time before without having sex, but knowing you canât have him is torture.Â
you canât imagine a world without rafes cock, youâve gotten so used to being stretched out by him on the regular that an entire month without is giving you withdrawal symptoms, increasing your horniness to unbearable levels.
nov. 5
look what just arrived. you attach a picture of your opened package, pink dildo and vibrator sat inside the box.
rafe reads the message but doesnât deem you a reply, too busy doing whatever with barry. you honestly doesnât care as you cunt pulses, needing to feel something inside of it, knowing it wonât be anywhere near as satisfying as rafes cock, but it will do. for now.
you strip yourself free of clothing and lay down on the bed, not even needing to go into the hidden album on your phone of nudes rafe has sent you, or when he snatched your phone off the nightstand and videoed you getting fucked, you simply imagine rafe being there, being the one touching you.
you send snaps to rafe, hoping to entice him into coming home and giving you his cock, but when you send him a video of you coming on the dildo, he simply replies with good try princess.
nov. 6
âarenât you jealous of my dildo?â you ask, purposely leaving it out on the bed, but rafe doesnât say a word as he lays down for the night.
âof course i am. this is hell for me too, y/n, but a bet is bet.â
nov. 7
âthey wonât even know. just fuck me, i need it.â you whine, rocking against the seat that youâre sat on, not even caring that youâre out on rafes boat, and anyone could see you, not when heâs shirtless, muscles gleaming in the sun, a slight sweat sheening his skin from the high temperature.
âi canât lie, princess. besides, theyâll know.â
âplease, iâm desperate.â you beg, sliding off the stool to sit next to rafe on the captains bench as he effortlessly steers the boat towards deeper water.
âsorry baby.â rafe just tsks.
âcan we make out at least? youâve barely kissed me at all this month.â itâs true, in an effort to keep himself from growing a boner and losing self control, rafe has kept all of your kisses brief.
âfine, but keep your hands away.â rafe says, also missing your lips against his.
you were hoping you could press your body against his, at least get some relief, but rafe does make you keep your distance as your lips glide over his.
nov. 9
âi think this counts as girlfriend cruelty.â you cross your arms over your chest after another unsuccessful attempt at begging rafe to fuck you.
âiâll make it up with a shopping spree.â rafe offers, and itâs not as good as his dick, but you still agree to it.
nov. 10
âdoes it feel as good as me?â rafe whispers in your ear, resisting the urge to reach down and help you out as youâre sat on the bed, fucking yourself with your new dildo as he tries to ignore the pulsating erection, forcing himself to think about things that turn him off, even as youâre laid out masturbating in front of him.
âfuck no it doesnât.â you grunt, desperate for an orgasm even though you hate doing it solo, especially when rafe is right there, able to help. âwhich is why you should give up on this stupid bet and fuck me. need your cock, baby, i miss it.â âsorry.â rafe kisses your cheek, but still watches you in fascination as you cum.
nov. 12
âmiss you.â you tell rafe, snuggling into his side as his arms are wrapped around you, keeping you tight to his body as you cuddle, having just enjoyed a lazy day together.
âmiss you too baby.â rafe kisses the top of your head, letting his hands touch your, rub over your back, but never venturing into dangerous territory.
âwant you so bad.â you complain. you donât mean to ruin the sweet moment, but you really are beyond desperate for rafe.
â18 more days, we can do it.â rafe says, but youâre really not sure that you can.
nov. 13
âmaybe iâll go sleep with topper.â you say, hands on your hips, finally getting rafes attention as his head snaps up.
âfuck you will not.â he grunts.
âwell, this bet is between you topper and kelce, right? maybe iâll just go make them cum and then you can finally fuck me. i would also get some new dick out of it.â âyouâre being a brat.â rafe says, knowing theyâre idle threats, thereâs no way youâd ever cheat on rafe, you just want to get him to break.
âwell what are you going to do?â you taunt. âitâs not like you can punish me.â
rafe just smirks.
nov. 15
âwhat are you working on?â you ask rafe, placing your hands on his shoulders as he types away on his laptop. you bend down and give him a kiss on the cheek as he hums about whatever project heâs doing. you rub your hands over his shoulders, mumbling something about tension and working too much.
you let your hands move forward against his chest, and then lower and lower, until rafe is pushing your hand away from his crotch.
âcome on, please.â you pout.
âyouâre halfway there, baby. we can do this. a little bit longer and iâll make you cum every day in december.â âmultiple times a day, i think iâve earned it.â you argue back.
nov. 16
youâve had it. youâre sitting watching rafe work out, pussy dripping into youâre underwear, and youâre done with the games and the stupid bet, youâre getting your boyfriend to fuck you today.
you leave the home gym, rafe asking you where youâre going as he lifts the weight, but you ignore him. you head into your bedroom, changing into rafes favorite pair of lingerie and a tall pair of heels that still donât cause you to reach his height.
you walk back down the stairs, heels clicking on the hardwood floor as you reenter the gym.
âfuck, baby, donât do this to me.â rafe drops his head into his hands, physically unable to look at you.
âno. fuck this bet. itâs so stupid, rafe, iâm about to explode. i need you to fuck me. i donât care what you lose.â âfine.â rafe says, and you think you misheard him at first.
âwhat?â you question.
âget the fuck over here before i change my mind, god i need you.â rafe stands, meeting you halfway as your bodies clash, lips pressed hard against each others as you paw at rafes clothes, needing to see him in all his naked glory.
you donât even care that heâs sweaty from the gym, or that heâs lowering you onto the tiled floor instead of your bed. youâre not going to take the time to move even a foot.
âtake your shorts off, fuck.â you groan, hands slipping as you try to push them down his hips.Â
rafe pauses his assault on your mouth to push his shoulders and underwear down, his hard cock springing free, tip already leaking with his balls hanging heavy down, filled with need from going without an orgasm for so long.
you pull your underwear to the side, revealing your soaked cunt. all it took was rafe agreeing to have sex that you got a rush of wetness.
rafe doesnât waste time fingering you to open you up. youâve been consistent enough with your dildo that it doesnât hurt at all as he slides in, his warmth pressing against your walls as rafe groans, eyes fluttering shut as he cums before he even gives you one thrust, spurting into your pussy.
itâs too quick for you, but you still moan, clit pulsing as you finally get your boyfriend inside of you again.
âfuck, forgot how fucking tight you are.â rafe moans, and despite just cumming, he begins to snap his hips again already, fucking the cum further into you.
you reach down with one hand to rub your clit, pulling your boobs out of your bra with the other, letting them bounce with every hard thrust rafe delivers, not going easy on you despite it being 16 full days since you last had him.
ânever doing no nut november again.â rafe promises you, pressing your lips back together in a searing kiss as you wrap your free arm around his shoulder and pulling him into you, his chest pressing against your sensitive nipples.
âi love your cock so much.â you moan, knowing when this is over you are going right upstairs and throwing that dildo away again.
âcum for me baby.â rafe begs, already feeling a second orgasm build, somehow having more cum to give you.
âyes, rafe!â you shout, back arching up off the floor as you cum, rubbing your clit to completion as rafe finishes inside you again, the excess of cum spilling out even as he keeps himself deep inside of you.
rafe collapses on top of you, twisting to the side so all your weight isnât on him. he flinches when his bare skin hits the floor. âfuck, itâs cold.â
âitâs tile, dummy.â you giggle, causing rafe to groan when your pussy tightens. âtake me upstairs, please.â you press your lips to rafe.
âi need a little bit of a break, baby.â rafe says, and you can tell from the way his cock is steadily softening inside of you.
ânope, you can eat me out until youâre ready to go again. i absolutely deserve this.â rafe laughs softly, âokay, you do.â
nov. 17
âyou didnât tell me this is what you had to do if you lost!â you shout at rafe as he looks at himself in the mirror.
âwould it have changed how crazy horny you were?â rafe asks.
âi mean- no.â you sigh. âbut you could have told me! i probably could have made it 15 more days if you just fingered me or something!â âdo you wanna do it for me or do i have to do it myself?â rafe asks, causing you to snatch the clippers out of his hand.
âiâll do it.â you run the blade over his head, watching as the gorgeous blond strands of hair fall off your boyfriends head, having to buzz it because he couldnât resist fucking you for an entire month.
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brat! | joel miller
pairing/AU: joel miller x brat!female!reader â no outbreak
summary: joel is having a brat summer.
warnings: this is an 18+ fic so mdni! age gap, enemies to lovers vibes? swearing, drinking of alcohol, smoking of cigarettes, reader wears a dress, heels and lipstick but otherwise no other descriptions, use of pet names, brat tamer!joel, dom!joel, manhandling, a little exhibitionism? fingering, choking, spitting, a little dacryphilia, oral (m receiving), cock worship, spanking, degradation (whore, slut), some sub space territory, unprotected sex (donât do it!!), creampie, one use of the word âdaddyâ, no use of y/n
a/n: this was fun! and naughtier than i thought it was gonna be đ iâve never written a reader so far removed from my own personality lol and iâm kind of obsessed with how this turned out. anyways stream brat by charlie xcx and happy reading! <3
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Blitzes of red, green, and blue danced before your eyes. The beating in your temples in tune with the bass vibrating in your chest. Around you the faceless bodies moved in slow motion. The heat rose around you as the sweat clung to your skin.
Youâre sure youâve lost your friends. Well, not lost lost. They were in the dancing crowd somewhere. Behind you, the same ugly guy had been rubbing up against you for a minute too long. You knew because youâd tipped your head back once and his borderline bowl cut hair, polo shirt with deep sweat rings under his arms, and tan chinos, were not it.
His breath stank of tequila when he leaned into your ear, âHey,â he slurred, âwanna get out of here?â
And that had been your cue to leave.
With a scoff, you turned around to get a good look at him. Youâd sized him up, made a show of it, and laughed in his face. Then you pushed your way through the crowd, coming up for air by the bar.
The earlier buzz youâd been sailing on, had weaned off a long time ago. It had been last minute, you werenât even going out tonight, just having dinner with your childhood friends while you were home for the summer. But then one of them had ordered shots for the table just as the last plate had been cleared, and soon you were at the club cruising on a couple of glasses of wine and a lousy shot. Not that it mattered, usually you ended up twirling some sorry man around your finger long enough to get yourself a couple of rounds, before youâd excuse yourself to the ladiesâ room and leave with your friends.
Looking down the bar, you searched for tonightâs victim.
To your right a group of girls huddled around the edge, waiting for their own drinks by the looks of it.
Not them.
Down to your left, a boy with a face full of acne fumbled with his card as he paid for a round of beers. He didnât even look old enough to be in here, but that wasnât your problem. You had to hold back a laugh as you watched him struggle to figure out how to carry the five beers heâd ordered back to his friends. He ended up gathering them in a circle to wrap his hands around, and youâd seen this go wrong plenty of times to feel the pull of an amused smile on your lips.
When heâd vanished into the crowd, your eyes flicked back to the bar, to the man sitting thereâ and he was a man. Probably somewhere in his fifties you reckoned, but he looked gorgeous. A real dilf. Your interest was piqued.
You slid down the bar.
He didnât look particularly amused where he sat at a bar stool, nursing a beer in his hands. Who sits at the bar in the club? He looked nice. Brown hair, dark jeans, and a grey t-shirt stretched deliciously over his chest. When you got closer you could see a flannel resting beside him on the bar.
Is this what older men wear to the club these days?
He didnât seem to notice you as you sat down next to him â either that, or he ignored you. You kinda wished for the latter, it would make it more fun.
You gave him a few more minutes of silence, of your presence, to see if heâd say something to you. When he didnât you asked him over the music, âArenât you gonna buy me a drink?â
You said it innocently, but like it was obvious and he hadnât caught on yet. His head turned towards you, still unamused, but with his eyebrow raised.
Okay, you could work with that.
You didnât say anything as he studied you, drank you in like youâd done to him from afar. You felt his gaze over your clinging dress, your bare shoulders, before they found your eyes.
Something tickled in your core, and you were reminded of how long it had been since youâd been properly fuckedâ fucked by someone who wasnât some drunk guy at your collegeâs parties, but fucked by someone who knew what they were doing.
The man turned towards you; a smile tickling the corner of his mouth.
âDoes that usually work fâyou, sweetheart?â
You werenât expecting his rebuttal, but you liked it. He wasnât some boy whoâd trip over himself for the privilege of being in the presence of you. The boys â they made it too easy â but this man would make you work for it.
Putting on your most saccharine smile you slid closer to him, âYou looked so lonely over hereâ thought Iâd keep you company.â
A scoffing laugh escaped him, and his head dipped, ââs that so?â His eyes found yours again.
âHavenât seen you here before,â you ignored his question, and brushed your heeled foot up the length of his calf.
âAinât ever been here before,â he kept his eyes on your face, his drawl pulling at the words and twisting up your insides.
âSo, a virgin, huh?â you teased, and that seemed to amuse him.
âWhatâ youâre here to pop my cherry?â
This time an amused smile pulled at your face. You liked this man. âNot without a drink first,â your foot slid down his calf, âwhat do you take me for?â
A bright sense of pride filled your chest when you made him laugh, filling you up with confidence.
âDâyou want me to answer that?â he rebutted.
He didnât say it with any malice, it was teasing and playful, and it pulled at the veil inside you. A genuine smile pulled at the corners of your mouth, âProbably not.â
âWhat can I getcha, then, sweetheart?â
âG&T?â you said, and bit down on your bottom lip coquettishly.
Turning away from you, the man got the attention of the bartender. You watched his profile, followed the line of his jaw, the shape of his nose. You decided then and there that your night was gonna end in this manâs bed.
âSooo,â you sang, when youâd gotten your drink, âfirst time here, huh?â The man just nodded, before he sipped his beer. Â
Not much of a talker, huh?
âYou here alone, or? With the wife maybe?â
That pulled a laugh from him. âIâm here with my lilâ brother⌠bachelor party,â he shook his head, like he couldnât believe heâd gotten dragged in here, âheâs gettinâ married next month.â
âAh,â you nodded and took a sip of your drink. âSo, where are you heading next? A strip club?â you teased.
The man just shot you an unimpressed look, and you thought about how youâd never seen a man look so out of place, ever.
âWhat? The wife wonât let you?â
A sharp huff escaped him, âAinât got no wife no more,â he said matter-of-factly.
You took another sip of your drink to hide the smile from forming.
Bingo.
âI take it youâre a man who does what he wants, then?â you said it innocently, and subtly slid your hand over his knee. His eyes caught yours at the touch, and you swore you saw something change in them.
Youâd hooked him now, all you had to do was reel him in.
He turned his body towards you â he did it slowly, like every muscle he moved had been calculated beforehand. Then he leaned in closer, his hot breath huffing against your ear.
âTakes one to know one, ainât that right?â
Under your skin, you buzzed, your heart beating out of your chest at the new proximity. You had to stay cool, play it off, act unbothered. So, you pulled away slightly, and turned your head to meet his eyes.
âWhat?â he challenged with a raise of an eyebrow, âAinât used to people talkinâ back?â
When you didnât say anything right away, a smug grin coated his lips, âYeah, I know girls like you.â
âThereâs no girls like me,â you argued back, his confidence both pissing you off, and turning you on at the same time.
âOh, but there areâ Spoiled daddyâs girls who ainât had anyone tellinâ them no their whole life. They do what they want, and play with who they wantâ I know a brat when I see one.â
Your eyes narrowed at him as he pulled away, that infuriating smug grin not going anywhere. The worst part was that he was right, but you didnât want to give him the satisfaction.
âBut you like that donât you?â you challenged, âI bet you live in some sad house in a sleepy suburban cul-de-sac, go to the same boring job every day, and wish your wife never left you.â
A flash of hurt could be seen across his face as those last words left your lips, and you thought youâd maybe gone too far. A beat of silence passed between you, the buzzing beat of the club music keeping the tune of the tension building.
You were about to apologize when he finally spoke, âYouâre a rude one, arenât ya?â
His voice didnât sound as hurt as youâd thought, and you realize he was playing your game. You almost had him.
âAnd what are you gonna do about it?â you challenged, hammering the final nail in the coffin.
âThat depends on you, sweetheart.â
Outside the club, Joel (the man had finally introduced himself) leaned against the bricks of the alley as you fished a cigarette from your purse. According to your phone, your uber would be there in ten minutes. The fresh air had sobered you up slightly, exchanging the buzzing alcohol in your veins with excitement.
You didnât know what you were in for.
Over your skin, you felt his gaze roll over you, and you let him look. Let him study your body filling out your sheer, white, almost see-through dress. You didnât offer him a cigarette; heâd have to ask for it himself, or take it, if he wanted a drag.
âSo,â you took a drag of your cigarette, savoring the first tar-y breath, before exhaling through your nose, âwhere are you taking me?â
Joel shifted his weight against the bricks as his arms crossed over his wide chest. âWhatchu call it? My sad house?â he said, his voice bordering on cold if it wasnât for the smug smile covering his features.
You gave him a sultry look as you stepped closer, crossing one heeled foot in front of the other, slowly.
âMmm,â you hummed, as you tilted your head with an uninterested face, âSounds fucking boring to me.â Your finger climbed up his chest, eyes traveling from his chest to his face. His stern face gave nothing away, as you took another drag of your cigarette and blew the smoke in his face.
Finally, heâd had enough. His large hand wrapped around your wrist, and tightened, before he turned you around and pushed you up against the wall. You let out an exaggerated huff as your body hit the bricks, your cigarette slipping from your fingers. He pushed himself up against you, and you couldnât contain the satisfied grin on your face, pleased to have pushed his buttons enough to finally act.
âOh, Iâll show you boring, brat.â
A rough hand danced up the side of your thigh and under the hem of your dress. Challenging him, you squirmed against the grip of his other hand around your wrist.
âNuh-uh,â he shook his head, and he was so close now you felt his breath ghost over your lips. With a twist of your arm, he pinned it behind your back, Joel now completely in control, and a buzz of arousal spread through your body at the thought.
âYou listenâ up now, and Iâm only gonna say it once: youâre gonna do as I say, when I say it, and no talkinâ back, we clear?â His voice was stern, but his dark brown eyes gave him away; how theyâd widened with lust, blown out and dark. Your panties already soaked at the thought of what he had in mind for you tonight.
âYes,â you said playfully, biting down at your bottom lip through a smile.
âYes, sir,â he corrected as his rough hand on your thigh slid closer and closer to the seam of your thong. âGood girls who do as theyâre told get rewarded, you understand?â
You nodded, sucking in a breath as you felt his fingers brush over your clit lightly. He was testing you now, teasing you, and pushing your buttons. You felt like you were on fire, burning from arousal; it licked up your thighs and flickered bright in your core.
Where was that fucking uber?
âBut you ainât no good girl,â he snickered, sliding his hand past your panties, âteasinâ meâ tryna provoke me,â he shook his head, and a slick sound of your arousal could be heard as he worked two thick fingers through your wet folds. Â
His finger poked at your hole where it ached for him. The thick tension between you weighed heavy with arousal as Joel leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear.
âImma have to punish you for that, baby, put you in your place.â
A gasp left your lips as he pressed two fingers inside. The stretch stung slightly, but you welcomed the pain, liked it. A satisfied grin blossomed over your face as he started moving his fingers. They felt so good inside of you, so thick, almost like a cock, and the way his palm rubbed against your clitâ it gave you just enough stimulation to push you towards the edge of an orgasm.
âLook at you, slut,â his breath was hot as he whispered in your ear, âso desperate to get fucked.â
A strangled moan escaped your throat, and you couldnât help but grind against his fingers to chase the pleasure he was giving you. The degrading words and humiliation only made you wetter. Joel couldnât get any more perfectâ so far, he'd played his part to the T.
âIn yourâ fuck!â You moaned as the pad of his fingers brushed up against your g-spot. Just a little more now, and heâd have you coming on his fingers.
âDidnât hear you, sweetheart, yâneed to speak up,â he taunted, continuing the pace of his fingers.
âIn your d-dreams, old man,â you tried to spit out, but the pleasure he gave you was taking over, making you stumble over your words.
Quickly, Joel withdrew his fingers, sliding them up the front of your cunt, giving your clit a slap, before he backed off completely. You gasped; face pulled tight in a disappointed frown.
âWhat the fuck!?â
And then he fucking laughed, fucking laughed at you.
âI already told you, sweetheart, only good girls get rewarded.â
He stepped closer again, his hand cupping your cheek while the other pressed the fingers coated in your arousal to your lips. âClean up your mess, and weâll see âbout that reward.â
Parting your lips, he stuffed his fingers inside your mouth. They tasted of you, a sweet-salty taste. You closed your lips around them, and sucked, letting your tongue tease around his fingers the way youâd tease his cock. âThatâs it, good girl,â he grinned, and it sparked a small flame of pride in your chest.
When he was pleased with you, he slipped his fingers from your mouth. He let them glide over your lips, smearing your lipstick and coating your lips in your own saliva as a set of headlights illuminated the street. Then, he patted your cheek, nodding towards what you assumed was your uber as it rolled to a stop in front of you, âGo on, get in the uber.â
In the uber Joel was quiet, ignoring you as were forced to make small talk with the driver (youâd give him a bad review just for that). When you thought the small talk had been torture enough, Joel slid his hand up your thigh, resting his big palm right at the seam of your leg as he looked out the window. If your panties werenât already soaked from what heâd done to you in the alleyway of the club, then they definitely were now as the anticipation only grew.
Joelâs house wasnât sad at all. It was quaint, and suburban, but homey. Nice. No expensive designer furniture, but sturdy and of good quality either way. He had no rare art, but a decent amount of family photos and what looked like a childâs drawings. You stopped in the middle of the stairs to admire them. In one of them Joel looked as old as you were now, with a baby in his arms, in another he had his arm around the shoulders of another man who looked a lot like him, just with darker hair. His brother probably, the one getting married. The little baby was a little girl, and she grew up in front of you; birthday parties, first days of school, soccer uniforms. Your eyes landed on a photo of her in a graduation cap with Joel and the other man at her side, grinning wide with a college diploma in her hands. This man wasnât who youâd thought. He had a familyâ a daughter your age. The wall of memories squeezed at your heart, made something inside you always kept hidden break forthâ
âYou cominâ?â
Joel waited at the top of the stairs for you, his face pulled into a confused frown. You skipped up the stairs, happy to have left your heels by his door. When you got to the top, you pushed at his chest, âJust looking at your sad things.â With a roll of his eyes, he led you to his bedroom.
âGet on the bed,â he ordered, but his voice was distant, the bite from the club was gone.
It felt like the perfect opportunity to play with him.
âNo,â you blinked innocently, your eyes wide as you watched him unbutton his green flannel, âyouâll have to make me.â
He let out a laugh that sounded more like a sigh, âIâm serious, sweetheart, I need to talk to you first.â
Talk?
âYou canât get it up, is that it? Youâre too old?â you teased but sat down at the bed either way.
âYou really are mean, arenât ya?â His laugh sounded like a surrender. âA man wantinâ to be a gentleman and establish boundaries before he ruins her, and this is what he gets?â
Shaking his head, he walked closer, and cupped your head in his hands. âI plan on beinâ rough with ya, sweetheart, and I think thatâs what you want too, isnât it? Get fucked so hard you canât think?â You nodded your head in his arms, the velvet bass of his voice going straight to your core.
âListenâ closelyâ if I do anythinâ you donât like, you say âredâ and we stop, and if you canât speak then you pinch me, you hear?â
You nodded again.
âWords, baby, need yâto say it with that pretty voice.â His thumbs brushed over your cheek.
You nodded again, âYes, sir⌠if I want you to stop, I say âredâ, or pinch you.â
âGood girl,â he praised, âAnythinâ else?â
âUmâŚâ Your front teeth caught on your bottom lip, âIâm on birth controlâ you can come inside me if you want.â
A noise rumbled in Joelâs chest. âSuch a naughty girl,â his thumb brushed over the plump of your lips, âletting a stranger come inside her, huh?â
You nodded again, a wicked smile breaking against his thumb before you opened your mouth, and bit down. Not hard, just enough to pull a reaction from him, and you did.
Like a switch, the warm whiskey eyes faded into a deep black. The grip on your chin slid downwards, where it found your neck. He didnât squeeze, but his grip wasnât gentle either, holding you in place like a warning.
âYou ought to treat me with more respect, bratâŚâ he spat, his thumb digging into the column of your neck, âApologize for your rude behavior.â
Against his hand, you shook your head to the best of your abilities, his grip tightening with your movement. You wished heâd choke you properly, make your head all fuzzy and emptyâ filled with nothing except for him.
âNo.â
His face turned to stone above you, and you felt a giddiness flutter in your stomach.
 He didnât like that. Â
In one quick motion his hand was ripped from your throat as he stepped away. He didnât look at you as he sighed, his hands falling to his belt buckle, sharp metal clinking.
Taking advantage of the moment, you admired the man before you. How big and broad he was. How his t-shirt stretched tight over his broad chest, biceps bulging against the woven fabric. You studied his hands as they fiddled with his buckle, thought about how good theyâd felt inside you earlier, the pleasurable sting as theyâd stretched you out.
âGet on your knees,â he ordered, voice cold.
When you didnât move, he took matters into his own hands.
âGet. On. Your. Fuckinâ. Knees.â
His grip around your wrist was tight, as he pushed you down. The hardwood floor dug into your knees as he manhandled you, sure to bruise tomorrow. He stood his ground in front of you, legs slightly parted as you were now eye level with his inviting bulge. He was big, and you felt your eyes widen. Even hidden away in his jeans you could see it, see the length of his hard cock strain against his thigh â it made your mouth water as you squeezed your thighs together.
âLook me in the eyes,â he told you, and your eyes flicked upwards â obedient for once. âEyes up here at all timesâ Donât you fuckinâ dare look away.â
He made it hard to do as heâd ordered, popping the button on his jeans, and pulling the zipper down. You wanted to see his cock, touch it, feel it inside you. He couldnât possibly expect you to not look when it was right there.
"Disobedient slut.âÂ
The slap came quicker than the stolen glance, and your hand came up to graze your cheek on pure instinct. It stung under your palm, like a thousand little knives.
âWhat did I jusâ say?â He spat out the question, his hand gripping your chin to force eye contact.
âLook away?â you tried, your voice rising an octave.
âOpen your fuckinâ mouth,â he sighed, leaning closer, âI ainât wanna hear any more of your fuckinâ attitude.â
His grip tightened on your chin and your mouth dropped open by itself, âOpen your mouthâ thatâs it⌠wider, just like that.â
Then he spat, right into your mouth.
You flinched at the suddenness of it, but Joelâs grip on your chin held you stillâ kept your mouth open, as you felt his spit slide further and further into your throat. You had a feeling you shouldnât swallow until he told you, so you didnât, your head pliant in his hand as you let him study you. A wide grin spread across his face as he moved your head from one side to the other, his rough fingers denting into your skin as you waited for your next command.
âSwallow, brat.â
He let go of your face, and you closed your mouth, swallowing down his spit with an audible gulp. âGood girl,â he muttered and stood tall, hooking his fingers into the waistband of his jeans.
The rough sound of denim against skin filled your ears as he freed himself. You were on your best behavior now, gathering your hands in your lap, sitting pretty for him as you locked eyes with him coquettishly.
âThatâs better,â he said, âActinâ like a proper good girl now,â he praised.
It took everything in you not to look, as he stepped closer.
With a fist tight around his cock, he brought the head to your mouth. He tapped it on your lips, smearing the precum beading at the tip and ruined your lipstick.
You wanted to taste him so badly, but he couldnât know that. Pinching your lips together, you shook your head with wide coquettish eyes. His eyebrows pinched together in a frown, eyes narrowing at you as he pushed his cock against your lips.
âOpen that pretty fuckinâ mouth, fâme,â he ordered.
Pretty. He called you pretty, and it was enough for you, you gathered, and stretched your mouth open for him.
âThatâs it, wider.â
You twitched in surprise as he slapped the length against your tongue. It was heavy on your tongue, the salty taste of his precum mixing with your saliva as he rubbed the head over your tongue, in and out, in and out â coating his big cock in your saliva, âjust like that, baby, get it nice ând wet.â
Closing your lips around the mushroom tip, you ran your tongue around it in circles, teasing the underside and the slit, before you tipped your head back. His cock bobbed in front of you obscenely, a frown formed on his face again and you knew he was about to tell you off.
Gathering a blob of saliva in your mouth, you spat on his cock instead. A low humming laugh rumbled from Joelâs chest, as he collected your spit and rubbed it in over his shaft in slow strokes. The spit dripped down, down over your front where you felt it darken the fabric of your dress. Subtly, you reached your hands behind your back to pull at the zipper.
âYeah, thatâs right, get those pretty tits out fâme.â
He let you maneuver out of your dress while he stroked his cock slowly in front of your face, and finally, you could get a good look at him. He was bigger than youâd thought from his bulge. Veins lining his thick shaft as you watched the way his fist moved up, massaging the tip gently, and down again in a slow, steady rhythm. At the base unruly curls of dark hair shone in the spit gathering, and you let your eyes wander downward to his balls where they hung heavy.
You wanted to taste them, too.
With your dress discarded on the floor beside you, you sat up slightly, spreading your legs and tucking your calves up to your thighs. Almost naked, safe for the thong splitting your cheeks, you arched your back slightly, making sure he got a good view of your ass.
A groan rumbled in Joelâs chest, and a hand came down on your head, âYou want my cock, donât you, slut?â he spat, slapping his cock on your right cheek, spreading your spit on your skin.
âDo you make all your girls wait this long or is it just me?â you tutted, almost rolling your eyes at him.
âThereâs that fuckinâ attitude again.â
Slapping his cock harder against your cheek, he leaned forward letting a blob of spit drip from his own lips, coating both his cock and your face as he rubbed it in with his cock.
It was obscene, degrading, and youâd never been wetter.
In desperation to taste him again, you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out. The hand heâd used to stroke himself, wrapped around your skull, caging his cock between his hand and your face as he started thrusting against your face, his heavy balls rubbing against your chin with every slow push.
It was messy, sloppy, and wet. He held your head steady with his other hand, while he continued rubbing his cock over your cheek, nose, and forehead. His spit mixed with your own as you lapped at the underside of his cock; trying to taste as much of him as heâd give you.
âYou dirty little whore,â he smiled, âYou like that donât you?â
Under him you whimpered, clit pulsing with want as he made you his plaything, did what he wanted with you.
âYeah,â you moaned unabashedly, licking greedily at the underside of his cock.
At that, he laughed, and the grip on your head loosened as he pulled back. You only had time to take a deep breath before he stuffed his cock down your throat. It was abrupt, and harsh â the hefty length of him making room for himself inside your mouth.
You couldnât fit him all inside, gagging as the head of him hit the back of your throat. He held you there still, one second, two seconds, three seconds. Your hand found his thigh where you tapped at him, and finally he pulled away.
You gasped for air, your breath wet with spit as small tears pricked at your eyes. His hand landed on top of your head again, grounding you to the moment as he searched your eyes, checking in.
No, you tried to convey, youâre not too rough.
Pleased, his cock bumped against your lips again, and you dropped your mouth open for him again.
âThatâs it,â he murmured, thrusting his cock back in your mouth, âletâme fuck that throat open.â
Dropping your jaw, you tried to make room for him in your mouth. It wasnât easy, your lips stretched wide around the girth of him as you tried to calm yourself, to open your throat for him to abuse. His cock was easily the biggest cock youâd ever sucked, and you told yourself you needed to relax.
He pressed himself deeper, and you let out a whimper. âWork with me, slut, hold still.â
Trying your best to obey, you breathed through your nose, staving off your gag reflex the best you could as the head knocked at the back of your throat. His other hand cupped your chin, keeping your head still between his large hands. A tear rolled down your cheek when he rutted into your mouth, testing the waters.
âGood girl,â he praised, fucking gently into your mouth. Saliva gathered in your mouth, drooling down your chin with each thrust. âSuch a fuckinâ messâ Look me in the eye as I fuck your throat.â
Your hand wrapped around his wrist, keeping you steady as you locked eyes with him. It was difficult, tears clouding him in a vignette, but you did as you were told. He studied you closely, tested your boundaries, completely in control.
You gasped for air when he finally pulled back again. A wet string of saliva connecting your lips to the tip of his cock. A proud smirk coated his lips, while his hand stroked your head in praise.
The small moment of relief passed quickly, and soon his cock was back in your throat, bruising it in a steady rhythm.
âTake that fuckinâ cock all the way down your throat, whore,â he spat, his thrust a little rougher now that he knew you could take it.
He had you at his mercy now as he ruined you. Ruined your throat, ruined your body, ruined you for other men. Tears mixed with snot, which mixed with spit as it ran down your chin, dripping lewdly onto your tits where it made a mess.
Over you, Joel rambled.
âGood fuckinâ slut.â
âChoke on that big fuckinâ cock.â
âYou love it donât you?â
And you did, you loved it. Joel made you feel useful for once in a life â a fucked up thought, but then again you never said you werenât fucked up. Joelâs words were filthy and dirty, and as humiliating as they were he made you feel wanted.
You just wanted to be wanted.
Another gasp of air filled your lungs as he slipped from your mouth. His grip on your head was tighter now, his cock throbbing in front of you. As much as you wanted him to fuck you, you wouldnât complain if he came down your throat. Heâd given you so much already.
âFuck,â he whispered and let go of your head.
You took the opportunity to catch your breath, sniffling as you wiped at the snot that clogged up your nose. His hand came down to squeeze at the base of himself, clearly staving off his orgasm.
âWhat,â you croaked, your voice hoarse after his assault on your throat, âyouâre so old you canât come now?â
His eyes darkened as they locked with yours, and a giddy bouncing feeling twisted in on itself in your tummy. You wanted to see what heâd do to youâ how heâd fuck you, and if youâd have to push his buttons to see it, you gladly push the big red button.
His hand wrapped around your bicep, digging into the skin as he dragged you to your feet and pushed you towards the bed.
âStill a fuckinâ brat I see,â he spat, âWe canât have that can we?â
Putting on your best puppy dog eyes, you bit down on your bottom lip. âWho me?â you said innocently.
âBend over, slut,â he ordered, his voice coated in a tone that said he was fed up with your bullshit. Strong arms turned you around, manhandling you, and pushed your front down on his bed, âând spread your fuckinâ legs.â
With a kick to your ankles, he forced your legs open. Tipping your head up, you locked eyes with your reflection in the window, like a camera lens capturing your ruin at Joelâs hand. He hovered over you, his eyes trailing over your naked body, laid out for him to take.
The first smack came quickly, hard, and brutal on your ass cheek. It made you jump, the muscles in your ass clenching as you tried to reel yourself in. Joelâs rough hand soothed over the burn immediately, and you turned your neck to find his eyes.
âI wanna hear an apology from you, brat,â he said calmly, one finger hooking into the lace of your thong.
You shook your head. Stubborn. âNo.â
His head fell between his shoulders, while his finger hooked in your thong tightened its grip, and with a hard tug, he ripped it in two.
âThen Iâm gonna have to punish ya.â He said it with a deep sigh, like he had no other choice.
You couldnât hide the excitement that filled you at those words, your cunt now dripping with need. A need for Joel.
With the scrap of your thong now discarded his hand danced over your ass. You tried not to hold your breath, but he drew it out, and you couldnât help it. The tension in the air so thick, you couldnât focus.
Smack!
He spanked your other cheek hard, and the tension was released with a whimper. A tickling feeling of pins and needles spread through your cheek.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
They came in quick procession, your hands gripping the sheets for a lifeline as he put you in your place. Moans fell from your lips without abandon, and you felt yourself drip down your legs.
Smack!
âLook how wet you are,â he noticed, running a finger through your seam, âYou like it? Only desperate whores like to get spanked.â
He leaned over you, his soft belly (when had he removed his shirt?) pressed against your back, coarse hair tickling your skin, as you felt his hard cock rub up against your sore ass.
âBut thatâs what you are, ainât you? A desperate fucking whore.â His breath in your ear, had goosebumps erupt down your spine, and you sobbed out a whine.
âYeah, thatâs what I thought,â he whispered, and pulled away â taking his warmth with him.
Smack!
Tears pushed their way behind your eyes, not because you didnât like it, but it stung like a motherfucker. Joel wasnât all brutal, he rubbed your skin between hits, but fuck if it didnât also hurt with pleasure.
âSay youâre sorry,â he demanded.
Turning around you shook your head, big wide eyes watching him as he spanked you again.
Smack!
âYouâre tearing up, little girlâ It stings doesnât it?â he asked, voice laced with fake pity.
You nodded.
âWell, maybe you should be a good girl thenâ say youâre sorry.â
Smack!
âIâm sorry!â you blurted out, voice cracking.
Finally.
Joel stopped immediately, his hand twisting around your waist to flip you on your back. His eyes danced over your body, almost tenderly but still full of lust. His hand moved up and down your sides, down the thick of your thigh before they gripped your ankles and tugged.
A squeal escaped you as he manhandled you, his large hands cupping your face while he fitted himself between your legs. âGood girl,â he cooed, thumbs stroking your cheeks, âThat wasnât so hard, was it?â
You shook your head in his hands, popping your lip out in an innocent pout.
âNo,â he cooed, removing a hand to fit between your bodies.
You gasped when you felt the head of his cock bump your clit, the first real stimulation youâd had since youâd left the ally by the club. Your hips bucked by themselves, chasing the friction of his touch.
âWho owns this cunt?â he asked you, dark eyes staring into yours as he dragged his cock through your soaked folds.
âYou do, sir,â you sighed immediately, your whole body aching for him.
A wide wicked grin spread across his face, âLookit you beinâ such a good girlâ finally know your place, huh?â
With no warning, you felt the blunt head of him press at your opening, and then Joel pushed inside you. Your mouth parted in a gasp at the intrusion; eyes glazed over in bliss as you felt yourself get split in two around the girth of his cock. He was so big, filling you up inch by inch, a heavy pressure poking at the deepest part of yourself.
âThere you go, babyâ you jusâ take it. Take all that cock inside,â he grunted, eyebrows pinched tight.
All you could do was moan as you felt him bottom out inside you, âShit,â you gasped, âSo fuckinâ big.â
âI know, baby, youâre doinâ so good fâme,â he praised, starting to rock his hips into you.
He picked up the pace quickly when he was sure you could take it, splitting you open on his cock as he made you takeit. Under him you could feel yourself float away in the pleasure. His hand came up to wrap around your neck and a big smile spread across your face.
You felt so warm. Joel felt so fucking good.
He reduced you to a puddle, a puddle of pleasure and ecstasy. It was better than any drug youâd ever taken. Better than the first day of summer vacation. Better than anything youâd ever known. The sound of skin against skin faded away into a tranquil rhythm of pleasure. You belonged to him now, lived only for him and the way his cock felt inside you.
âFeel how deep that is?â he asked you, somehow having maneuvered your knees to press into your chest.
You couldnât do anything other than nod, desperate and whiny. You needed to fucking come. Inside you, his cock bumped into a spot no other man had reached before, and a fluttering feeling coiled itself in your core.
You were so close now.
âJoel,â you gasped, searching for the words as he continued his pace, balls slapping hard against your ass.
âNo,â he told you, teeth gritted, âYou hold it, slut, you hold it âtill I give you permission.â
Later, a thought of how heâd had you so close to coming without even a tap at your clit would graze you, but in this moment your thought were only filled with Joel. A hand found his bicep, you needed something to hold on to or youâd burst, and squeezed. Above you Joelâs groans and moans got louder.
âHold it.â
Tears streamed down your face, as you heaved for breath. You were right there, right on the edge now.
Please, Joel, please, sir, please.
âCome.â
Arching your back off the mattress, you shook as you finally tipped over the edge of bliss. The sounds escaping your throat werenât your own, they were someone elseâs, someone possessed with pleasure.
A âThank you,â fell from your lips, but you donât think he heard you. Above you, Joelâs movement became more and more erratic, thrusting himself deeper and deeper before a loud groan vibrated through his chest.
âYou take it,â he growled, âtake all that fuckinâ cum inside.â
He slammed his hips hard against you, pushing himself as deep as he could inside you, and came with a loud primal groan. His cock twitched within your walls as he emptied himself inside your cunt, the warmth of him filled you up as he painted your walls with cum.
âGood fuckinâ girl,â he mumbled, burying his face in your neck, âThat cum feels so good inside, donât it?â he cooed, and you nodded, your hands tangling in his hair. He pulled back and thrusted inside you again, fucking his cum deeper inside.
He stayed inside you as you both caught your breaths. His weight felt good on you, you were safe, as you floated somewhere between reality and a space youâd never been pushed to before.
And you missed him when he pulled away, sliding his half-hard cock from your fucked out cunt, dragging you with him up the bed. You reached for him, laying your hand open against his sheets, but he didn't see it, eyes mesmerized by his spend dripping out of you. His fingers slid through the mess, pushing his cum back inside as his eyes found yours.
Then something in the air shifted, and whatever had come over you, was gone. His fingers left streaks of wetness down the inside of your thigh as he pulled away. For the first time in your life, you didnât know what to say.
You were ruined now â heâd ruined you for everyone who wasnât him.
You sat up, turning your head over your shoulder to watch him, watch how his eyes trailed your body.
âSmoke?â you asked, your voice more unsteady than youâd thought.
Joel shook his head as you slung your feet off the bed to find your purse. He sat up against the pillows resting against his broken bed frame. Your eyes raked over his naked body as you fished a cigarette from your packet; drank in his strong arms, his wide chest and followed the dark hair of his happy trail down his belly to his soft cock between his thighs, still coated in your combined cum. Between your legs you could still feel his thick spend leak out of you.
You brought the cigarette to your lips, and just as you were about to light up Joelâs rough voice spoke, âOut the window,â he ordered with a nod in the direction of the window.
Everything was back to how it was before.
A dramatic huff escaped you, âAll rightâŚâ you muttered.
You felt too heavyâ heâd messed with your head; made you show him the real you. He couldnât see that. So instead, you put your mask back on, turning to face the window to conceal the mischievous smile threating to spill across your face.
âDaddy.â
Behind you, as you cracked open the window, you heard the bed creak. You played it cool, lighting your cigarette and blowing the smoke out the window.
Joelâs breath teased at the back of your neck and over your bare shoulder, making goosebumps dance down your spine, âThought Iâd fucked the attitude out of ya,â his voice was stern.
âGuess I was wrong.â
part two -> here!
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Thinking about Gojo getting you two matching Bluetooth vibrators for Valentineâs day....
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Gojoâs body jerked forward when you upped the intensity of the toy from the little remote in your pocket. The man behind the counter was turned around, pointing at some specialty dessert as he explained it, so he unfortunately missed the way Gojoâs jaw fell open in a silent moan before he corrected himself.
His jaw muscles clenched under the weight of his teeth, his eyes briefly rolling back in his head as the tight cockring vibrated intensely around his sensitive shaft, vibrating his balls along with it.
Turning his head to the side inconspicuously, Gojo gave you a malicious smile, silently cursing at you before he stuck his own hand into his pocket and gave you the same treatment.
Luckily there was no one behind you, so they were unable to see the way you fell against Gojo, your inner thighs pressing together as you gripped harshly onto the sleeve of his expensive jacket, wrinkling the material. You could feel the small bullet vibe shaking against your walls as well as the flat piece stimulating your clit, pressing firmly against it.Â
âI-â Gojo cleared his throat before he finished speaking, noticing how hoarse and unused it sounded. âIâll take that one, and the brown sugar boba milk t-tea.â Gojo smiled politely, his muscles flexing under your arm.
You gripped him harder, praying he would take mercy on you and order for you with the state you were in.Â
Unfortunately for you, Gojo was at his limit as well. He was worried if he tried to speak for you he would cum in his pants before he even finished ordering. "What about you baby?" He asked, looking down at you, trying to turn his head as far to the side in your direction and away from the cashier as possible. This fucking asshole.
Swallowing hard, you went to open your mouth when you shut it just as fast. Gojo had started to slide the intensity up and down, up and down in a wave-like motion, making you feel weak in the knees. Biting your lip as inconspicuously as possible, you stuck your hand out in front of you and waved it, dismissing the attention on yourself by feigning like you didnt want anything.
Gojo smiled to himself when you started repeatedly tapping agaisnt his arm, silently begging him to turn down the vibrator as he took out his wallet to pay. Wanting to show you could be could, you turned him down as well, which made his body visibly relax.
Gojo cracked his neck to the side before he tapped his card quickly and shoved his card back into the sleeve before he turned the intensity of your own vibrator down, to match your energy. Gojo grimaced when he felt a fat bead of pre-cum spill out from his cock, undoubtedly staining the inside of his boxers even more. The softer intensity was arguably more painful and hard to endure than the faster one. The soft, barely there vibrations made his cock throb, begging for more.
After waving thanks to the worker, Gojo turned the two of you around and walked you over a few steps to the side of the building, letting you lean back against it. You took the opportunity to squeeze his arm hard, your lip trembling as you turned your face away from the street and buried it in his arm. "Satoru take me home right now." You begged your hands shaking as you gripped onto him, your legs matching.
Gojo looked down at you and cooed before biting his lip. Caressing the side of your face Gojo made you look up at him, his blue eyes finding yours from under his dark shades. "You sure? Seems like you were havin' fun teasing me back there. Almost came in my pants in front of that poor guy." He joked, his cock throbbing at your pathetic and desperate face.
"Toru, please. Please take me home right now I- I can't stand anymore." You begged the fabric wrinkling under your fingers more. With a soft kiss to the top of your head, you were lifted into Gojo's arms in a princess carry as he started off in the direction of the nearest alleyway so he could teleport the two of you home without being seen. "You can dish it but you can't take it huh princess? Did I play with you too much?" Gojo whispered as he strolled down the sidewalk.Â
You nodded into the crook of his neck, ignoring his irritating words. "Don't worry baby, I'll fuck you nice and good when we get home." He reassured you, making you whimper in response before Gojo turned abruptly and walked into the dark shade of the alleyway. He leaned his face close to yours before he added, "But the vibrator is staying inside."
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MERCURY HOUSE CORE Šnovy2sirius
trigger warning: mental health issues, pedophilia, killing, physical health issues âď¸
this is just a random post abt things ppl with these placements could experience âď¸
these r only abt isolated placements so take it with a grain of salt bc the whole chart matters âď¸
a lot of these r experiences iâve heard from my friends and ppl whoâve purchased readings from me directly âď¸
âż mercury in 1h core
being diagnosed with more mental illnesses than u can count, being very intelligent which leads u to be anxious just by existing bc of all ur knowledge, saying things u donât mean cuz u were angry, being told u have a youthful face, knowing a bunch of random facts abt things and telling ppl and them asking why tf u know that or care, hyper-fixating on things u canât control, getting internet hate by simply existing, getting dmed sexual stuff by random weird dudes trying to prey on u (especially when ur younger), getting nauseous bc ur anxiety is so bad (especially before school), having sexy hands, skipping school to be on ur phone all day and do nothing, asking way too many questions bc of ur curiosity abt everything and annoying ppl (especially as a kid), giving ur opinion when no one asked for it, being told u could be a good rapper/singer, being rly good at flirting bc of ur charm, cussing a lot
âż mercury in 2h core
being obsessed with mukbang/eating videos and then making urself rly hungry and being frustrated bc u canât have the food theyâre eating in the video, valuing ur own opinions more than others, not answering texts or calls bc ur too lazy to but then liking those same ppls posts on instagram, saying âumâ too much or having a lot of pauses in between words bc ur a slow thinker, talking to ur toys as a kid when u were lonely, getting all ur food recipes from pinterest, buying online gift cards for ppl instead of putting effort into an actual gift/on the flip side if ur a more creative person putting a lot of thought into gifts, being good at making things from scratch, being more wealthy in online games than in real life, being obsessed w the papaâs food games on cool math as a kid, holding grudges against ppl who kill u on roblox, liking scents that smell like food or scents that make u smell rich/boujee, always making money, making money online
âż mercury in 3h core
double texting bc u have sm to say and will forget abt it if u donât type it immediately, being able to get lots of followers on social media, being gossiped abt online, being a huge reader, enjoying hearing abt other ppls drama but not wanting to be in any, having a child-like energy (this can be in a positive or negative way depending on what vibration ur at in life), saying childish things in arguments when ur at a lower vibration (example: meh meh meh :p), drama following u wherever u go, aging well, being obsessed with sims, not believing things unless thereâs very good reasoning to back them up, being able to communicate well, being a talented writer, forming all ur opinions from ur older siblings (if u have any), math or literature being ur favorite subject, being a good driver, enjoying traveling but not for too long bc u get tired quickly of it, being charming af, being witty and quickly thinking of good jokes
âż mercury in 4h core
posting all ur feelings on social media or going thru that emo phase in middle school where u would post those sad lyric vids on ur snapchat, ur family gossiping abt u a lot and u overhearing it in the next room, having a super low pain tolerance, enjoying watching self care vids, getting baby fever after seeing tiktoks of cute babies, being a rly good person to come to if someone needs a comfort person, living in an rv/camper at some point in ur life, telling ur mom everything and her giving u advice abt certain situations but then u donât listen and she ends up being right abt the whole thing, coming to ur mom for advice on everything in general, ur mom being more childish than u, being able to write stories that readers rly emotionally relate to a lot, ur mom having videos of u still up on her facebook from when u were little that still haunt u to this day
âż mercury in 5h core
being creative as hell, being a natural performer, having a fun childlike energy, being a huge risk taker and thrill seeker, being a talented actor, being rly good at video games and possibly becoming famous from playing them, living for the drama but not wanting to be a part of it, downloading tinder and not knowing y u donât just delete it, being sassy, being told ur trying to hard to be the main character but u literally r the main character and canât help that, not having ur first love until ur an adult and only experiencing puppy love in ur youth, going to a bunch of concerts, being turned on by wattpad stories and feeling like a whore bc of it, flirting w ppl online and then being scared to say anything to them in person when u see each other, being a good driver
âż mercury in 6h core
ppl saying u come off super innocent (even if ur not), constantly doing things for others even when they donât give the same energy in return, being obsessed with improving ur health or with videos online abt being healthy/fit, feeling awful before going to school bc it gives u horrible anxiety and makes u feel like ur gonna puke, thinking ur gonna get a stroke every time u have a normal headache (and being a hypochondriac in general), not functioning without consistency in ur life, having an entire pinterest board of cute animals, being good with animals, being obsessed w ur hygiene and feeling nasty when u donât shower everyday, weirdly loving medical shows such as greys anatomy, having a lot of stomach issues
âż mercury in 7h core
convincing ppl to do things with ur charm, wanting to tell ppl something and be honest with them but being too scared bc u donât want them to hate u and r constantly afraid uâll hurt them, copying ur romantic partners slang/ur partners copying urs, meeting lovers online, dating or marrying gemini/virgo placements, having age gaps in ur relationships, getting into a lot of conflicts online, ur ex partner/ex best friends posting abt u and subbing u (not saying ur name directly but talking abt u) online after u have a fallout, flirting with ppl on club penguin or roblox when u were younger, changing ur opinions easily based on what ur partner or close friends think, dating ppl when ur too young to even drive, posting a lot abt ur relationship online
âż mercury in 8h core
analyzing ppl well and understanding them before anyone else does, ppl randomly telling u their deepest darkest secrets when u didnât even ask, being interested in the way ppls minds work which leads u to become obsessed w books abt psychology/astrology/tarot/etc, starting to masturbate from a rly young age thatâs almost concerning, having a lot of mental health issues bc of ur childhood trauma, using dark humor as a way to cope with ur trauma, not realizing how much trauma uâve went thru until someone verbally tells u that uâve been thru a lot (usually a therapist), being a tomboy as a kid, being obsessed with true crime, being told ur mysterious, saying out of pocket shit that has high shock value, being stalked online
âż mercury in 9h core
having a more optimistic mindset than everyone around u, enjoying traveling a lot, wanting to leave ur hometown as soon as possible, driving when traveling instead of taking a plane cuz u donât wanna pay for the flight, majoring in communications or something involving technology or literature, having an interest in other cultures more than ur own, coming off as intelligent bc of the way u talk and ur mannerisms, being told that u could be a good lawyer from a young age, being a good interviewer, knowing multiple languages, having logical ethics, being a comedian, being an amazing story teller
âż mercury in 10h core
trying to keep ur daily life private and ppl still getting in ur business, being able to influence the public easily bc they seem to care a lot abt what u say, being famous on social media, being a famous singer, rumors being spread abt u to the public, having a talent for teaching others, having goals that u set as a kid that u feel u must fulfill, having a career involving cars, having a career involving technology, having a career involving writing/literature, being seen as someone whoâs intelligent (especially in ur workplace), having dad humor, coming off as a know it all (10h is associated with experts and mercury is the thinking/the mind), being known for ur humor and how funny u r, playing online games that involve having a job such as papaâs freezeria
âż mercury in 11h core
having random bursts of creative ideas and doing crazy stuff like writing an entire movie and then literally forgetting abt it the next day, ur best friends being ur siblings, having the most random thought processes, being able to make friends easily, having lots of online friends, being clumsy as hell, having a fan page/editing page when u were younger, being known as âthe weird kidâ in school (this doesnât mean itâs always in a bad way tho it can mean in a unique/fun way), being popular online, having unique mannerisms, having a unique voice/unique speech patterns, being a good rapper, being dragged into online drama, cussing a lot, saying random things out of nowhere like ice bear from we bare bears, having a lot of ideas that r unique bc u think outside of the box, having unique perceptions, constantly changing ur mind abt things
âż mercury in 12h core
speaking/writing things into existence with minimal effort, being obsessed with the feeling of nostalgia and making urself feel it then regretting it bc it hurts, ppl interrupting u and talking over u a lot, ppl ignoring what ur saying and making u feel like a ghost, having a huge interest in spiritual things, manipulating and lying a lot when at a lower vibration, being bullied (especially as a kid/in school), feeling lonely even when ur literally socializing or at a social function, having an astrology account, having more online friends than friendâs in person, daydreaming a lot in social settings (and in general), gaslighting ppl when at a lower vibration, being able to speak to the dead thru ur dreams, hearing ppl talking when ur half asleep, sleep walking, being sensitive to things ppl say but trying to hide it, healing ppl through ur words, hiding ur true thoughts abt someone, hiding ur true intentions, having strong emotional intelligence when at a high vibration, easily figuring out what someoneâs feeling, being able to do rly good impressions
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Simon dropped his keys into the small dish at your front door, kicking off his boots and setting them aside nicely. He shrugged off his coat and hung it up, leaving his baseball cap on the small table he put his keys on.
he walked further into the house, looking around, but seeing no sign of you. His brows furrowed a little, calling out to you. âLove? Yâhere?â
he walked further into the house, peaking into the bathroom and living room before hearing a door open. He turned to see you walking out of your room in tears, wearing one of his shirts. The worst thoughts went to his head - did you hurt yourself? Did someone else get hurt? Were you upset with him? He walked over to you cautiously, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.
âWhatâs wrong, love? Did somethinâ happen when I was gone?â His fingers carded through your hair, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.
You pulled away a little to look up at him and smile, wiping away your tears the best you could as you sniffled and held him close. âI- I did itâŚâ you smiled, small laugh coming from your lips.
A small look of confusion crossed his face as he ran his hands up and down your sides, squeezing you a little. âDid what, love?â he asked.
You smiled through your tears, burying your face into his chest. âI made myself cumâŚno help, no vibratorâŚjust meâŚâ
Simon had felt proud of you a lot through the years, but being able to see you so proud of yourself made him so much prouder. He picked you up and held your ass to keep you steady. âThatâs my girlâŚoh god, thatâs my girl. Mâso proud of you, lovie.â
Many women think that theyâre âbrokenâ because they still havenât made themselves feel pleasure without a helping hand. You need to know that you arenât broken - not even close. Your body is beautiful and unique in its own way, and you need to take the time to love how intricate and powerful you all are. This is for men and women, since they both struggle with this issue. You can do it, you just need to breathe and appreciate that you are made differently from everyone else. You deserve your pleasure. No matter how long it takes you to figure it out.
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We don't talk enough about the fact that the petname "baby" became super popular around the 1910's-1920's (Alastor's time). He calls everyone "dear" and "my dear" in canon but can you imagine him just laying the flirt on THICK and addressing his darling as baby bc he sees it as THE smoothest thing ever.
It was Valentine's Day and Hell seemed to be busier than usual. Charlie had everyone participate in decorating the hotel and saying something nice to each other.
You had made cards and little Knick-knacks for everyone. A cat plush for Charlie.
A dagger for Vaggie.
Boots for Angel.
Rare liquor for Husk
A bug zapper for Niffty.
The only person who you hadnât been able to to give a gift to was Alastor. You had found a old timey radio that was trimmed gold with chestnut wood. It was beautiful and you hoped he would like it.
You squeaked as you bumped into something, head craning to see just the person you were looking for.
âOh Alastor! You were just who i was looking forâ you smiled, taking a tiny step back to reveal your gift.
The tall, red demon tilted his head as he cracked a smile.
âWhat do i owe the pleasure my dearâ He asked as you gently push the gift into his hands.
You blushed, feeling nervous as he fiddled with the radio âW-Well its Valentineâs Day andCharliereallyinsistedthat everyone do something nice for those they c-care about a-and ijustthoughtyouwouldlikeit!â You rambled seeing him sit the radio down and wrap a arm around your waist, pulling you close to him.
A deep rumble vibrated throughout his chest at you buried your head in his chest in embarrassmentÂ
âOh darling I love itâ he purred, lifting up your face by your chin to look at him.
His smile was genuine, eyes full of playfulness âOooh were you worried I wouldnât like your gift baby?â
You blinked. Did he just-
âI got you a gift too babyâ Your eyes lit up as he pulled a tiny velvet gift box from his coat.
You let out a soft gasp, a pretty ruby necklace. âOh AlastorâŚâ
He motioned for you to lift your hair, securing the clasp and smoothing the jewelry on your neck. Taking the opportunity to nip at your neck
âSuch a pretty doll you are babyâ
Happy Valentineâs Day indeed
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About the onde bed trope⌠since there arenât a lot of those, I was wondering if you could write one with reader and wolfstar? Maybe a smut or just something fluff
hi babes! so I got this request right after someone had asked for recommendations for one-bed tropes, which I had only ever read one and shared it. SO, I wanted to remind everyone of the cute wolfstar x reader one bed fic I read by @longlivedelusion, and know that while I'm happy to contribute to this super fun trope with our lovely wolfstar, that it was more than likely inspired by their awesome work linked above!
poly!wolfstar x Potter!reader who have to share a bed [2.8k words]
CW: mutual pining, feelings of 3rd wheeling, fluff, potter family
The hotel was bustling with what appeared to be just as many staff as there were patrons waiting in the lobby.
Bags were being whisked away, key cards were being handed to waiting hands, and nearly every second person was wearing a Manchester United jersey.Â
James was positively giddy and practically vibrating with excitement, Lily and Regulus had their faces shoved into Lilyâs phone as they (re)read the itinerary they had planned for Jamesâ birthday trip, Remus arched his shoulders as he let his duffle fall to the ground and Sirius murmured promises of a back massage when they got to their room, and you people watched.Â
Your parents had given James (and all of his friends) tickets to the Manchester home game and a few nights stay at a posh hotel close to the stadium.
Lily and Regulus, being Jamesâ dutiful partners, planned other things for the lot of you to do while you were here, too.
Right now, however, you wanted nothing more than to get to your room, take a shower to wash the train off of your being, and go to sleep.
Mercifully the check in counter cleared and your group stepped up to the waiting concierge.Â
âHi there! Weâre checking in for Potter; group of six.â Lily offered primly as she handed the man a copy of the booking number.Â
âRight! Okay, so Potter, two rooms, each with a king, for three nights.â The man read from the screen, looking over in concern when six varied protests sounded from the group.
âNo, Iâm quite sure itâs meant to be three rooms.â Lily corrected quickly, offering you a worried glance before she nearly leaned over the welcome desk to peer at the computer monitor as if she was ready to take over for the concierge.Â
The man hummed as he continued tapping keys and clicking his mouse and scrolling and please for the love of God donât let there be a mix up.
It was going to be you that was the problem; not Lily and Regulus who were counting on a romantic trip to celebrate their boyfriend, and not Remus and Sirius with their long-established relationship and promises of Remusâ massage.
âThe booking is only showing two rooms, uhm, let me just confirm with my manager that Iâm not missing anything.â He bumbled awkwardly before standing and all but fleeing from the group of you.Â
âItâs probably just a mistake.â James offered quickly as he jostled your shoulder. âWith this many people here, the system is probably just lagging.â
But it wasnât just a mistake and the system wasnât just lagging and there was very much only two rooms booked under Potter.
âIs there any way we can book a third room? It can go on the same card.â You asked meekly, nervously glancing between the manager and the computer.Â
âUnfortunately, the hotel is entirely booked.â She offered you with a pained smile, and just from your survey of the lobby while youâd been waiting in line, you knew that had to be true.Â
âDo you have any cots we could have sent up to the rooms?â Lily asked hopefully, earning another grimace from the manager which was all the response you needed.
You could feel the group looking at you awkwardly and you immediately regretted even coming; you should have just left James to celebrate his birthday with his partners and best friends and stayed out of it, but instead, you were the troublesome younger sibling who your parents forced the group to bring along. Maybe you could catch a train back home? Maybe you could catch a train a town or two over and just have your own mini vacation and leave them to their celebrations.
âDonât worry, bug!â James said as he rubbed your arm roughly before reaching over you to grab the keys to the two rooms from the concierge who was clearly now only waiting for the lot of you to bugger off so he could help the people behind you. âWeâll make this work.â
âYou shouldnât have to make it work, Jamie.â You moaned as your group moved to stand against a wall across the lobby as you all tried to problem solve this.Â
âBoth rooms have just one bed each, right? Do either of them have a sofa?â Regulus asked first.
âThe pictures online didnât look like it; the rooms had the bed, one grandfather chair, and a desk with a rolling desk chair.â Lily responded.Â
âOkay, well, both rooms have king sized beds, we can share.â Sirius offered simply, causing you to nearly whimper.
âIâm not going to impose on anyoneâs beds.â You murmured as you stared resolutely at your feet.
âYou can share with me! Itâll be like the old days when weâd have a âsleepoverâ in the living room!â James offered excitedly, and you had to hand it to him for his sense of adventure and enthusiasm, but you couldnât help but notice the quick glance Lily and Regulus shared.
âItâs your birthday weekend, Jamie, you should get to spend it with your partners.â
âOkayyyy, uhm, what about the girls room together and boys room together?â He offered instead, causing Lily to furrow her brows at him.
âBut then two of us will be sharing while four of you will be sharing.â She countered, followed up quickly by Regulus who stated he would not, under any circumstances, be sharing a bed with his brother.Â
âNo, youâre right, erm, well⌠Me, Pads, and Moony could share-â
âJames, I love you, but youâre terrible at this.â Sirius interrupted before turning his gaze to you. âYou should just stay with me and Moons; leave these three to theirâŚcanoodling.â He said around a theatrical gag.Â
âYou guys were probably looking forward to a romantic stay too.â You muttered somewhat petulantly, and that was what nearly brought you to the brink of tears.
Not that you were the figurative sixth wheel, not that you were left without a room and imposing on two relationships, and not even that you felt particularly out of place.
No, the thing that nearly brought you to tears was the fact that you were acting so petulant on your brother's birthday which he had been so incredibly excited for.
You would not ruin this for him, for any of them.Â
âNo, you know what, sorry, youâre right, Sirius. Iâll pile the extra bedding they keep in the closets and make myself a little nest on the floor, itâll be like camping!â You decided, pasting on the widest smile you could muster.Â
You swore you saw Siriusâ face fall slightly but powered on when James was back to clapping his hands together excitedly. âBrilliant! This will be so fun, and so worth it, bug. Donât you worry.â
And you were worried, but he didnât need to know that.Â
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âYouâre not actually going to sleep on the floor, right doll?â Sirius asked after the hotel door shut with a click behind him as he glanced around the room.Â
It was perhaps a bit tight, but if you set up your little nest underneath the window, neither boy should trip over you in the middle of the night should they need to use the loo.
âOh itâll be fine.â You offered in what you hoped was convincing nonchalance.Â
âI really think the bed is big enough, dove. And Sirius usually latches onto me in the night so you shouldnât even notice weâre there.â Remus offered gently, watching as you flung the closet doors open to procure the extra bedding.Â
âSânot my fault, moons.â Sirius countered as he trailed right on your heels to where you were trying to make your ânestâ. âYou keep the thermostat so sodding low, Iâd simply freeze to death if you didnât share your body heat.â
He ignored your indignant âoi!â as he immediately plucked your pillows and blankets off the floor from where youâd placed them and moved them to the end of the bed. âAnd, I think you do that on purpose; you like cuddling.â He continued, gently swatting at your hands as you tried to reclaim your makeshift bed.Â
âOh, I love cuddling.â Remus agreed readily, clearly ignoring the fact that you and Sirius were currently in a petty squabble over linens. âWhat I donât like is being jolted awake to your ice cold feet being shoved under my thighs at three o'clock in the morning- dove.â He gave you a pointed look with one arched eyebrow as you huffed petulantly and crossed your arms.Â
âYou are not sleeping on the floor, doll. Your parents paid for the sodding rooms.â Sirius claimed resolutely.Â
âThey were meant to pay for three rooms so that you two would have some privacy.â You argued.
âYouâre really the only one upset about this, babes.â He stated, face softening when you nervously pulled your lip between your teeth. âIf youâre worried about space, Iâll take the floor.â
âI donât want you to take the floor.â
âThen Iâll take-â Remus started, but was interrupted when both you and Sirius spat âyouâre not sleeping on the floor, Remusâ and âlike fuck youâre sleeping on the floor, donât be ridiculousâ, respectively.Â
âSo those are your choices, sweetheart; I take the floor or we share the bed.âÂ
After this many years of knowing each other, you knew when Sirius was bluffing, and you knew when it was better to fold; with the no nonsense look that currently adorned his face, you knew that those were, indeed, your only options.
You looked over at the bed wearily; it really was quite largeâŚand you could use your own blanket so that you werenât encroaching on their space or stealing their blankets.Â
The problem was that the bed wasnât the only problem. It also was very much the fact that you were pretty well completely gone for two of your brothers best friends.
Two of your brothers best friends who were very much dating each other.Â
Two of your brothers best friends who were dating each other that you were completely gone for and now forced to share a bed with them.Â
Awesome.Â
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Sirius just about died when you stepped out of the bathroom with wet hair leaving damp patches on your sleep shirt and your legs on full display thanks to the matching shorts.
He just about died again when you caught him staring at you.
He nearly died a third time when Remusâ pointed clearing of his throat was what finally broke him from the trance you had on him; both he and Remus now red in the face while you looked to be fairing little better as you hid behind your wet hair and fussed with your toiletries instead of looking at either of them.
Sirius felt horribly pathetic - years of living with the Potterâs did absolutely nothing to dim the flame he held for you, nor did the physical space that living with Remus in their own flat for the past few years offered him.
The only thing that made his infatuation slightly less embarrassing was the fact that Remus held a similar flame for you, too.Â
So while this was sort of everything heâd ever wanted - spending the night in a bed with two people he was absolutely crazy about - he was equally afraid of making you horribly uncomfortable.Â
âSmooth.â Remus muttered as he came up behind Sirius only after youâd gone back into the bathroom to brush your teeth.
Sirius wanted to turn and sneer at his boyfriend. âI know I amâ danced on the tip of his tongue; his usual suave blaseness in all its glory rearing its head at the insinuation that Sirius was anything but a certified charmer.
But all that managed to leave Siriusâ lips was a breathy âfuckâ as he stared decisively at the space youâd been standing previously.
But before Sirius could spend any (more) time spiralling or Remus could offer words of encouragement (or commiseration), you were tentatively sliding into what the three of you had agreed would be your side.
Your side.Â
The sentiment made Sirius stomach dip; after all these years he was finally getting a taste of what heâd always wanted.
Yet it wasnât enough.
The lights were off and Siriusâ back was pressed into Remusâ chest as they both watched the steady rise and fall of your shoulders as you slept. Theyâd both felt so tired on the train ride here, yet neither of them could bring themselves to close their eyes when the alternative was getting to see you rest in their bed.
âIs this really happening?â Remus whispered quietly then, causing Sirius to snuggle impossibly further into him.
âFeels like a dream.â Sirius whispered back; his hand itching to reach out and twirl a lock of your drying hair around his finger, to encourage you to roll over so that they could see your pretty face, to pull you into him and hold you close.Â
Remus tightened his hold around Sirius and pushed his nose into his shoulder. âWe should tell her; need to tell her⌠this weekend.âÂ
Sirius shook his head, but it wasnât in disagreement. Rather, it was in exasperation.
âI canât believe she canât tell how crazy we are about her.âÂ
And Sirius nearly died a fourth time in one night when you seemingly shot up out of a dead sleep and spun to face them.Â
âYouâre what?â You asked; no hints of sleep in your tone (nor your wild eyes) as you stared at them incredulously.Â
âFuck.â Sirius repeated eloquently as he and Remus both sat up, the latter leaning over to turn on a lamp causing both you and Sirius to wince as your eyes adjusted.
âI thought you were asleep?â Sirius accused then, but you didnât take the bait.Â
âYouâreâŚwhat about me?â You whispered carefully.
âCrazy.â Remus responded quickly; whether he was braver than Sirius or opting to rip the bandaid off, Sirius didnât know. âWeâre crazy about you.â
You made a breathy sound, almost as if you were going to ask âwhatâ or âwhyâ or âwhenâ before the question died on your lips.Â
Sirius stared at you in wait; he didnât know whether you were about to cry, whether you were going to demand they let you build a ânestâ on the floor so you could escape them, or whether you were going to call your folks and ask them to pick you up.
So when your face broke out into a slow, still disbelieving but equally relieved grin, wellâŚheâd be damned.Â
âYeah?â You asked hopefully, eyes swimming with unshed tears as you nervously looked between the two of them.Â
âYeahâŚâ Sirius let out with a breath, daring to reach across the expanse of the bed that the three of you had clearly decided would be a no-man zone and delighting when you eagerly accepted his hand in yours.
âWe thought you were asleep, dove.â Remus offered gently, and a shy smile crept across your face as you shook your head, a lone tear trailing down your cheek that your free hand was quick to wipe away.
âCouldnât.â
âWhy not?â Sirius cooed pathetically, rubbing along your knuckles with his thumb as he took your inability to sleep to be a personal offence.Â
âWas too busy thinking about how crazy I am about the two of you, too.â You admitted in a whisper, and Sirius wondered if he had even frozen long enough to share more than a 0.35 second glance with Remus before he bodily launched himself and tackled you to the bed before peppering your face with kisses as you squealed.
âYou mean-â kisses âto tell me-â more kisses as you giggled âthat we could have been doing thisâ you squealed as he nipped at your collar bone âthis whole sodding time!?âÂ
âOi!â Remus chided teasingly. âDonât maul her!â Though his statement was severely undermined when he all but pulled you into his lap to press his own rough kiss to the side of your face.Â
âOh, Iâm just getting started.â Sirius threatened with a beaming smile as you looked at him breathlessly; eyes bright, smile wide, and heart full. âWe have lost time to make up for.âÂ
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Enough was enough, quite frankly. The tiptoeing, the dancing, the shy glances, the longing looks - it was all too much.
Something simply needed to be done.
Was it temerarious? Perhaps. Was it conniving? More than slightly. But was it also necessary? Most definitely.
She only hoped that she hadnât gone too far, is all.
But any worries that Euphemia Potter may have had vanished entirely the second that her phone buzzed with a text from James the next morning that simply read: it worked.
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I've Got a Wand and a Rabbit
Paige stumbles into a sex shop you work at, and you give her some satisfactory customer service.
Paige Bueckers x reader
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Word Count: 1.6k
Themes: sex toys, masturbation, and sex mentioned
A/N: hii so I thought of this idea when I was lounging in my pool and I kinda love it. I have a few ideas for a second part if you guys are up for it
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âThatâll be 49.95,â you say brightly, your customer service voice on full display, as you carefully wrap an eight inch glass dildo up and put it in a bag. Your customer, a tall, muscular man with shifty eyes and a baseball hat hanging low over his face, quickly swiped his card, avoiding eye contact with you, as you finished the transaction.Â
âHave a great day!â You call as he rushes out of the store and into his large pickup truck.Â
Ah. The joys of dealing with the closeted ones. It was certainly more appealing than the creepy straight dudes who offered to take you home and prove to you that the vibrators that adorned the entire back wall of the store were not as good as their own dicks.Â
That was fucking bullshit.
You had prided yourself in being open with both your sexuality and the joys of sexual pleasure since you were old enough to know what it entailed. And you were not shy about sex or masturbation. It was a totally normal thing.Â
You have often referred to yourself as The Fairy Godmother of Orgasms. Each of your friends had been given a vibrator sometime during college, with subtle instructions to learn how to make themselves cum. Because men just arenât up for the job these days.
So when you picked up a job at the newest, trendiest sex store just outside of Storrs to help make some extra money for school, it seemed like all of the stars aligned.Â
You shake your head, giggling at the hilarity of the manâs sheer discomfort and apply a layer of lip gloss to your full, pink lips. There were a few customers lingering in the store but it had been pretty quiet today, as it was the middle of the week.Â
A few minutes later, the jinging of the bell on the door alerts you to a group of girls giggling loudly, faces blushing in a way that you had become quite accustomed to seeing in the store.Â
College students were your favorite customers, as you loved seeing young women being open about having fun and safe sex lives, and you wave warmly at them.
âHi there! Just let me know if you have any questions!â You chirp, sending a wink over to the tall blonde girl whose cheeks were the brightest shade of red in the group.
Her face darkens, spreading down the pale skin of her neck as the other girls shove her teasingly, and she almost falls into a rack of lingerie.
Muttering an apology, she fixes the rack, running her hand across her face, glancing back at you before running after her friends where they had assembled in the back of the store.Â
Her bumbling behavior amuses you, and it was so unlike her.
You had recognized her from the second she had walked in. Paige Bueckers face was plastered all over UConnâs campus, and you were a victim of the tiktok edits bombarding your phone.
You were a willing victim at that.
Paige was not just a great basketball player. She was also incredibly kind and unusually humble. It also did not help that she was gorgeous, and you were not ashamed to admit that you had thought about those long, nimble fingers and her muscled thighs from time to time.Â
Or maybe a little more than that.Â
You are pulled out of your increasingly naughty thoughts by loud laughs, and you look over to where KK Arnold is holding up a huge purple dildo.
âPaige, I think this would be perfect for you!â She snorts, sending the other girls into a fit of howls.
You chuckle, putting a hand over your mouth as you observe Paigeâs obvious embarrassment from behind the counter.
âGod, KK, could you be any louder,â Paige mutters, eyes flickering to where you were pretending not to watch. âShoulda just bought this shit online.â
âThatâs no fun,â Aubrey says, gazing at the section of strap ons with an interested look on her face.Â
The bickering continues for a few minutes, with Ice Brady and Aubrey occasionally making a few comments before you decide to go over to the group.
âIs there anything youâre looking for in particular today?â You ask. âI know the selection can be a bitâŚoverstimulating.â You bite your lip as you finish your sentence, inwardly cringing at your provocative choice of words.Â
Paige coughs, and KK erupts into another fit of laughter, and before the blonde could even form a word, KK says, âHome girl needs a nice vibrator. She is very single, and the olâ right hand just ainât cuttinâ it anymore.â
âDude, oh my god,â Paige groans, hands once more shielding her face.Â
âI totally understand how that is,â you say sympathetically. âLet me show you our most popular vibrators.â
You reach for Paigeâs hand, somewhat surprised as she allows you to take it, and you guide her to the back wall.Â
âNow this one is a classic. They call it a rabbit because of the cute lil bunny ears, which is great for the clit. And it has a dildo attached, so itâs a two in one type of deal.â
You look up at Paige, trying to gauge her reaction, and she looks completely stunned. Blushing, you put down the brightly colored toy. âIâm sorry if Iâm making you uncomfortable at all.â
âNo, not at all,â Paige mumbles, a far cry from her usual confidence. âThis is all just new to me.â
You nod understandingly.Â
âThis one might be more your speed. Itâs called a wand, and itâs perfect for beginners. Not much of a learning curve for this one,â you say, holding out the box for her to inspect.Â
The wand was purple and small enough to throw in a discrete bag, and with a rechargeable battery and its waterproofness, it was a fan favorite.Â
âAlright, I think Iâll try this one then,â Paige says, her voice a little more sanguine as the initial embarrassment of buying a sex toy wore off.Â
Aubrey, KK, and Ice erupt into loud cheers and a round of applause, and Paige responds by giving them the middle finger.
âYou guys are hilarious. You should come in more often,â you laugh.
âMaybe I will if youâre working,â Paige responds, looking you up and down.Â
It was your turn to blush, her sudden boldness surprising you, and your heart rate jumps at the idea.Â
Paige follows you over to the checkout counter, where you ring up the toy, adding your employee discount for good measure before bagging it up and handing it to her, your fingers brushing up against hers as you do so. The contact sends shivers through your body, and you immediately think of your own toys waiting for you in your bedside drawer.Â
You were really going to fucking need them after this shift.Â
âHave fun. If you ever have any questions, you know where to find me,â you tease, not wanting this to be the last you see of her.
âI will,â Paige responds, sending you a cheeky wave before leaving, her friends in tow.
âShe will definitely be back, donât worry!â KK exclaims, before Paige pulls her out of the store by the hood of her sweatshirt.
You certainly hoped so.
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Life continued on the next few weeks as normal. You went to work. You went to class. And you spent even more time with your legs spread thinking about Paige.Â
You didnât necessarily mean for it to happen; it just did. If her face was not completely clouding your thoughts before she had stumbled into the store, it was now. Even your dreams were swirled with images of that long blonde hair and her mouth, her tongue peaking out seductively.
And because you were quite single, you had turned to the toys.Â
You were walking through campus, eagerly heading back to your apartment after your lecture so you could enjoy yet another solo session, when you spot Paige, KK, and Jana walking up to you.
KK was leading the charge, enthusiastically waving to get your attention, whilst Paige was trailing behind, a shy smile on her face.
âWell look who it is!!â KK teases, introducing you to Jana, who had a knowing look on her face. She reaches a hand out to you. âIâve heard lots about you,â she smirks in Paigeâs direction, who rolls her eyes.
You wave at the blonde, eyes crinkling from the sun and the excitement of seeing her again. âSooo,â you trail. âAny issues with it?âÂ
The question was vague, but all three girls seemed to know exactly what you were referring to, and Paige flushes yet again. She looks at the other two girls, shooting them harsh looks until they hesitantly walk away from the two of you, leaving you with the privacy you were dying to have.
Paige coughs. âUm, I havenât really been able to figure it out, ya know?â
You try not to laugh. âWhatâs there to figure out? Just turn it on and go to town.âÂ
âI tried,â she nearly whines, clearly embarrassed.
âAnd?��� You prod, confused as to what she was so obviously missing.
âI couldnât, ya know, finish,â she mumbles, looking at you with a small pout.
You wanted to kiss the pout right off those lips.Â
âNeed some help then? Iâm kind of a professional,â you suggest boldly, hoping she was feeling the electricity flowing between you.Â
âGod, yes,â she breathes.Â
It was all over from there.Â
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If anyone was wondering, yes my friends do really call me the fairy godmother of orgasms. And yes I am very passionate about my love for vibrators LOL
I hope you enjoyed!! Do we want a part 2??
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A Fast Ride (Miyeon x M Reader)
Day 12: Car Sex
"Get in." You wasted no time dragging her away from the party, guiding her to your Porsche 911 and putting her in the front seat next to you. You immediately drove off, getting away from the shit estate that the party is held at, driving up towards the mountains at a speed where even she is frightened.
"Open the dashboard." Miyeon followed your instructions, opening the dashboard, seeing multiple sex toys as well as lube and a vibrator.
"Take the vibrator. Pleasure yourself." Miyeon then lift her skirt up a bit, exposing her pussy, before she inserts the vibrator into her pussy. She sets it to the lowest setting possible. "Tell me, why did you come to the party, wearing that, without panties as well." You heard no answer from her, so you pulled your ace card by taking over the speed of the vibrator through your steering wheel.
"Ahhhhh." Miyeon moaned loudly, which got even louder as you gradually increase the pace. "Answer me. If you don't, I'll make this the worst night of your life." You said as you drive even faster. "A-Alright alright. I did it to gain your attention. I need daddy to fuck me hard and bad after I ignored him for 3 months." Miyeon confessed, and it is the perfect answer as it is the answer you want and expected, already hearing about it from her dear friends Minnie and Soyeon.
You pulled over abruptly at a secluded part of the road up the hill, turning off the vibrator. "On me, now." Miyeon pushed the vibrator out before hopping onto you, spreading her legs open as she pulls you into a kiss. The kiss lasted shortly as you focused on appreciating other parts of her bodies instead, sucking on her tits repeatedly while she focused on only one part of your body, which is your cock. She fished it out of your jeans, stroking it hard and fast, making sure it is hard enough before she fucks you.
"Stop, that's enough." Miyeon said, before aligning your cock with her pussy. She lowers herself slowly, inserting 3/4 of your cock into her pussy before she starts riding you. She started off slow but you decided to up the pace, holding her hips to control her pace, helping her ride your cock hard and fast.
"Mmmmhhhh fuck you feel so tight."
"I know, and your big cock is carving a path inside my pussy, faster please."
You helped her ride your cock faster following her orders. To further increase stimulation, you grabbed her hands and put them on her tits, fondling them while her other hand rests on her clit, rubbing them to match your pace. Your hands didn't rest idle either, using one to help her pace, and the other to spank her ass, making her ride your cock even faster.
It didn't take any longer for her juices to start leaking. Her juices leaked even more as you start thrusting up, allowing you to get deeper inside her pussy. It didn't take long before she eventually came, not too intense which forced your cock out of her pussy, but intense enough to leave her shaking as you fuck her through her orgasm.
"AHHHH FUCKKKK BABY FUCKKKKKKK" Miyeon's moans echoes in the car as she came.
"I know baby I know. Turn around." You said as her orgasm died down. She then lift herself off your cock and turned around, helping her sit on your cock again this time in reverse cowgirl. She continues riding your cock while you play with her tits and clit from behind, stimulating her even more, trying to help her peak again, this time together with you.
Her rides were soft yet deep, managing to grind back and forth while you're deep inside her before she raised herself up again. This allows you to feel the extent of her wetness, as well as her tightness.
"Fuck, you're throbbing." "I know, and it's because of you baby." You said, making her blush, before you helped her ride you faster. It came as a surprise to you when she suddenly squirts again on your cock, triggering your orgasm as you came inside her pussy, filling her up.
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whatever she wants âĄ.
your boyfie luvs spoiling you with his money! and he doesn't care if he maxes out his credit card just by spending money on the stuff that you want to buy. he just wants to see his pretty girl happy, that's all. his love language is gift giving, so why not show his love to you by showering you with designer bags and red bottoms?
you're always whining about how he shouldn't give you this many stuff, even if it wasn't a special occasion. but he insists, who is going to stop him?
need your nails done? check, appointment is already made. you're craving oysters? the reservation is booked. want to be on the highest floor of a five-star hotel in singapore? prepare for the breathtaking view baby. your birkin bag is getting old? the order is at your doorstep. need a new tiffany and co bracelet? get in the car and lets buy you a new one.
honestly he knows every clothing brand that you like because he has a list of your wants and needs. whenever you say something like "this sundress is cute." or "these tory burch sandals would go with this, yeah?" he would instantly take note of it and buy it for you the next day. this man is tiring, but you absolutely adore him. not because of his money, but because of the way he treats you.
he treats you with full on royalty, as if you were his queen, in which, you already are. so, you can't help but give him your thanks to him for doing all these things.
"f-fuck baby, is this your thanks f'me..?" he dryly chuckles, slenders fingers slipping through your well styled hair, to which it was ruined by how tight he's gripping your fucking scalp. ouchie.
you nodded eagerly, sucking him off like your life depended on it. moans vibrated against his cock, letting his body jolt in absolute pleasure. he threw his head back, letting you have your way on his cock as it snuggles deep down your warm and tight throat. he can't help but buck his hips upwards into your throat, a stifled moan bubbling through his gritted teeth. a sweat rolls down his forehead, eyebrows knit together as he looks down at the gorgeous view of you being between his legs and sucking his cock to oblivion.
"ye'r such a slut y'know t-that . . . shit-" he hissed in pleasure, inhaling sharply before letting out a groan. your thighs rubbed together, trying to reach out for some friction for yourself while you gave your precious boyfriend a blow job. he lets out a string of curses and praises, murmuring something about how he's going to ruin your pussy after this, and it only turned you on further, feeling a wet patch on your victoria secret thong.
suddenly, you withdrew from his cock, watching a thin string of spit connect from his cock and to your glossy lips. you looked up at him teary-eyed, your plump lips turning into a small "o" shape as you let out shallow breaths. "what's wrong baby? dick t'much to take down ye'r throat?" he mocks, looking down at you with a sneer. how mean.
" 's okay sugar, daddy's gotcha . . . now c'mere," he pants, his pointer and ring finger beckoning you to crawl up his lap, and so you did. as you got yourself situated and comfortable on his lap, his cock occasionally rubbing against your soaked panties that was desperate to be fucked like a useless glory hole. his hands move under your skirt, pulling down the thong away as it revealed your hungry pussy to his eyes. it was glistening with your slick, and he was definitely going to have a field day with this slip 'n slide.
"you're so wet f'me, and all jus' by suckin' my dick." he chuckles, gripping your hips firmly and lifting it up with a subtle movement, just enough to feel the tip of his cock rubbing against your puffy 'n needy clit. you let out a short gasp, taking a hold on his shoulders as you looked down at the lewd scenery below you. "aht, aht sugar . . . look at me," he gently slaps your ass, bringing back your attention to him and looking at him directly. he murmurs a low "thereee we go." before sliding you down his cock, a high-pitched yelp eliciting from your lips.
his cock slides in further, deeper and deeper until you feel his cock fill you up to the hilt. you're now basically cockdrunk, and he hasn't done anything to make you be in this position yet. you babbled how he's "too big" and that "you're full" but he could only watch in awe. "shh, shh, look how soaked your pussy is . . . look at how easy it just slides in, aand out." he huffs, moving your hips with ease as the base of his cock slips in and out of your pussy, erupting a lewd squelch.
"now c'mon baby, show me how really thankful you are f'me . . ." his hands now let go of your hips, making you fully sit down on his cock as your pussy warms it up. your lips tug a small pout, his hands being placed behind his head as he raised a brow. his expression already spoke volumes on what he was going to say, so you tried your best to lift up your shaky hips and thighs as you worked your way into riding his cock.
let's just say he had to do most of the work later on :(
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