#they have me screaming since their first stage kiss like????????

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capt. john price

cw: smut/pwp, rugby au, rugby player!price, age gap (20s/40s), size difference/kink, rough sex, doggy style, headlock (slight choking), dirty talk & degrading language, breeding kink, is this ticking off boxes for anyone?

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john price was a big man. almost ten years playing professional rugby for the english team, he had bulked up since his early years on the team.  thick muscle and a nice softness over top. he was strong, able to carry all the groceries inside of your shared flat and also get his hulking frame across the field with ball in hand. he was also hairy, patches of hair across his chest down to his belly, didn't mention all the pubic hair between his legs. it obscured a lot of his tattoos that he had gotten over the years, like your name over his heart and his jersey number at his thigh (you knew you'd get too hot if you thought about his thighs too much).  you once told him, with your tongue loose with alcohol that it was the ideal male body. that these ‘dehydrated poor excuses of men’ needed to drink water and eat some carbs. 

price was a man's man. you knew the first time you fucked him, that you'd never ever fuck with those limp dicked boys at your university. you got addicted to the feeling of a real man, one who know exactly how to make your eyes roll back and your tongue hang out, panting heavily like a good bitch you were.

post-game price was your favourite shade of john price. you could feel his electricity while in the passenger seat of the car after the match. when he pulled out of the parking lot, he placed his large hand on your thigh. he played with the edge of your skirt and kept his eyes on the road. you could tell that the wheels in his head were turning. 

  “honey?”

  “been thinkin', love.” he said as his fingers edged up your skirt a little more. like he was a teen boy rather than a forty year old man. he was teasing you, knowing that there would be no way you could both fuck in the back of his car. even it was an expensive vehicle, it would be a tight fit for such a large man and his smaller wife. 

you looked at him and said, “never a good thing for a man to think.” you giggled then yelped when he gripped your thigh suddenly. 

he chuckled a little as he continued to drive, “thinkin' about makin' a baby.” he licked his top lip, “i ain't gettin' any younger, love. and you're almost done school, so i think it's high time we start makin' a family.” his words were honey in your brain. it made you squirm. your much bigger, much older husband was asking for you to make a baby with him. 

  “someone's got baby fever.” you giggled as you placed your hand over his. the air of the car grew warmer, which made price open the window a little.  you squeaked a little bit when he gripped you harder. you felt your heart rate pick up at the feeling of his large hands on you.

he chuckled a little, as he looked at you briefly while at a stop light. he leaned in to kiss you, “of course. part of me's been thinkin' about you walking across the stage at your graduation with my little brat in your belly.” then looked back to start driving again. 

you rubbed your thighs together and felt wet at your core. you couldn't deny your husband, plus you had been subject to baby fever as well. maybe it was your body screaming for your lover. to have a part of him in you. and it wasn't like you two were being the most safe, so accidents could've happened. once back at your flat, you weren't in your clothes for long. 

price had practically ripped your skirt off of you and those large paws he called hands were groping at your plush ass with his lips on your neck.  you could feel his hard cock inside of his white briefs. the pre cum leaked through the fabric as he humped against you. he said in a heated tone, “i need it. i need her.” while made you moan then try to get your bra and panties off. you felt the heat rising in your skin, it was painfully hot for you. it excited you in ways that left you feeling hot all over. 

  “how badly, honey?”

he pulled you right up against him, his clothed cock digging into your abdomen, “more than anythin'. i need ‘er.  i need ’er stuff full. want it to smell like me for months. and if it doesn't, i'll just fill 'er up again.” he slapped your ass and watched you moan with your back arched. he groped the cheek one last time before he took his naked wife to the bedroom. 

his clothes were tossed to the side too, the t-shirt from the rugby league and basketball shorts. once everything was off, you admired your lover for a long moment. seeing all the heft and hair on him. his body that was so strong that he could easily crush you in his bicep or between his thighs. it made your core throb as you got into bed. 

  “nah, nah.” price said as he got onto the bed and grabbed your hips, “i need a deeper angle, somethin' to really show her i love you.” then patted your pussy before he gripped onto your hips once more and turned you onto your stomach. he then angled your hips up then dragged a finger across your achy slit. he chuckled, “there she is.” then leaned in to give your slick cunt a little blow, watching your hole flutter.

  “mmm please, honey.” you arched your back as you felt your husband so close to you. your hulking husband who only hours earlier was running across the field, fighting his way through the other team. his strong legs carried him and you were sitting in the stands with your thighs pressed together with need. 

price replied, “i know, i know. i know you need me” he rubbed his achy cock up against your slit, “always so good for me. knew for the moment i met ya that i wanted ya for the rest of my days.” there was an age gap between you two, but in all fairness, it turned you on even more. knowing that this handsome older man wanted to make sure that his cock was buried in you. 

when he pressed into you, your back arched. you gasped heavily into the covers as he lifted your hips further to get a better angle to sink into you. he laid over top of you, his fuzzy body up against your back. he pressed his weight onto you and kept that heavy cock of his snug inside of you. you groaned loudly, muffled by the pillows under your head. 

  “honey.” you whined as you felt the ache of his cock so deep in you. 

he got one of his hefty arms around your throat, keeping you further pinned against the bed. it wasn't hard enough to choke the lights out of ou. but enough to have pressure that made your head swim. it all felt so good and just just started. your voice was strained when price started to rut against you. his pace wasn't fast like a young stallion, but they were hard. every thrust of his hips were lazily slow but hit the back of your pussy perfectly. his cock had a thickness to it, you had carried rolls of ground beef that weighed less than his cock. not to mention the forest of pubic hair anf his breeder balls. he was a perfect man, body and all. he  took you so well. 

  “she likes me.” he said, “your pretty cunt. i bet you were thinkin' about me on the field. all dirty and roughed up, yeah. bet you wished i fucked ya right in the locker room. let the boys hear how i make my girl feel. bruise that poor pussy of yours.” he said, words hot in your heat. it made sweat settle over you.

you whimpered a little against the covers, “please, john. ah!”

he continued to fuck you, his pace was aggressive and it made you see stars. his arm was still around your throat and you could feel your pulse in your jaw. he left messy kisses on your face, leaving your cheek wet. you whimpered and clenched around his cock which only made him fuck you harder. you were such a good little wife for him. being so good to your man while he wrecked your sweet little hole. 

  "honey! please! you whimpered as you arched your back, but didn't get far due to the impressive size of your lover. you felt pinned under him, his strength. you gasped out another noise as the blunt head of his cock kept bullying your sweet insides. letting it make a huge mess of you, his cock was soaked in your wetness. it dripped down his hairy balls. he loved making his girl feel good. 

he continued to kiss your face, not quite getting your lips. his facial hair brushed against your heated skin and made you over sensitive. his mouth kept running as he kept moving. he felt hot all over, like a heat in his gut as he battered your sweet insides, “my perfect woman.  know how to take me so well. meant to take me. givin' me the privilege to make you a mama. ya like that? showin' up to uni with a little extra next semester. my dutiful little wife. keepin' up her studies while she nursing my babe.” he chuckled as he continued to keep that pussy of yours nice and filled. 

you gasped and moaned into the covers. you could be as loud as you wanted, you were in the safety of your bedroom as price rutted against you. your body was sweaty and your head was swimming. it was so painfully erotic, you felt hot all over. your heart thumped in your chest with a heavy beat as price kept moving against you. 

  “you're lucky you have the ring already. if your classmates saw you with a nice round middle, they might have gotten the wrong idea about you. that you're a dirty slag who can't keep her legs closed.” he chuckled as he licked down the sweat on the side of your neck, “dirty bird. but it's alright, we're married. you're my wife. mrs. jonathan price. about time you got a little one in your belly.” he pressed further into you and it made your head spin. his cock felt like it was pressing into your stomach. 

  “i love you.” you panted.

he finally kissed your lips, or at least the corner as he tightened his hold around your throat, “i love ya too, sweet thing. lettin' my cock bully your sweet insides. made for me, all of me. don't worry, be keepin' that womb warm for a long time. hope ya like 'em big, price boys can be a handful.” he laughed as he kissed the back of your neck. 

he was fully crowded in your space as he worked your sweet pussy. you barely had time to think before you felt the flash of orgasm through your body. it was like being engulfed in a quick heat while your body tensed up and your mind went blank. your pussy drooling on his cock, beckoning him to finish inside of you. 

a good husband always finishes in his wife. 

with a few more heavy thrusts against your limp body price finished inside of you. he pushed his cock all the way inside of you and made sure that your hips were at an angle that made it easier for you to get pregnant. he clutched onto you as he slowed down to a stop. your eyes rolled back a little as he pulled out. the loss of pressure made you whine. you weren't able to form any proper thoughts, your tongue felt heavy in your mouth as your husband rolled you onto your back and kissed you deeply on the lips. 

no need to think, mrs. price. let your rugby playing husband do all the decision making. <3

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𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘺𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘏𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦

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'She was soo good, y/n. I'm telling you if she even breathes in my direction I'd 100% fuck her again,' Heeseung shamelessy confesses to you. Heeseung and you have been friends since middle school and you're both now well into college. You've finally hit the age and stage where you openly talk about your sex lifes. Well... Heeseung's sex life.

It's not that you're an unattractive woman, in fact most of your female friends praise how amazing you look in every outfit, hype you up when you need it and all in all let you know you're very attractive.

Guys just haven't seemed to notice. Or at least, not many guys. You've been on a date or two, kissed a guy, even made out with someone, but that's it. You've never had sex, never given or received head, fuck you've never even touched a clothed penis.

Hearing all these stories from your friends kills your curious nature, '𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭? 𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥?' It's so bad that it's come to the point you're considering asking Heeseung to show you. I mean, he's your friend, you trust him and there are no feelings involved. It'd be a teaching moment for you and just another night for Heeseung.

Eventually you always pushed away that thought. It was just a stupid idea you had when you were horny and you chose Heeseung because he's the most attractive out of all your male friends. The first time had to be with someone you were actually into. Still, for some reason you felt the need to make him aware of your... situation.

'Hey Hee,' You shyly start. 'Mmh?' He says as he's staring at his phone, probably looking through his texts to see who to hook up with next. 'Have you never noticed I don't share my sex stories?' He stops and looks at you, 'Yeah, but I assumed you just didn't feel comfortable sharing.' 'Actually... I, I'm a virgin.'

Heeseung drops his phone in response. His eyebrows are raised and eyes so wide he looks like a deer in headlights, 'What??' 'I know it's embarrassing! I just, UGH!' You scream before grabbing a pillow and screaming into it, not being able to bare the embarrasment and too scared to make eye contact with Heeseung again.

A gentle force takes away the pillow you use to hide your face, Heeseung's face replacing the darkness of the pillow. His eyes soft, empethatic. 'Y/n, are you serious?' 'Yes and it's embarrassing, I don't even know why I told you, just forget it,' You ramble. You only had thoughts of telling Heeseung, not actually expecting you to have the balls to say it, and most certainly not Heeseung getting so close to you after your confession.

It'd have been a lot easier if he had just laughed in your face, whether it was because he didn't believe it or because he can totally understand why. Him just being a couple centimeters away from you was not what you had expected. It switched something inside you. You saw him from a different perspective, literally.

You'd never saw him as anything but your friend. Heeseung who was kind, Heeseung who made fun of you, Heeseung who took care of you when you needed someone. You never read into it too much. Why would you? He never confessed his feelings to you and it seemed like he was thinking of the next woman to fuck whilst still laying in bed with the previous woman.

But now that he's so close, you can almost look into his soul. The playboy facade almost seems to fade right in front of your eyes. However you quickly push it away. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩.

He snaps you out of your thoughts when a hand lands on your cheek, 'Did you hear what I asked you?' You were so in your thoughts you didn't even notice Heeseung asking you a question. 'N-no, sorry.' With a smile, his beautiful smile, he asks again, 'Have you ever kissed before?' 'Oh god yes I have! I'm not 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 inexperienced!'

'Good, a pretty girl like you deserves appreciation.' Your cheeks flush, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺? Heeseung clearly sees your confusion and just laughs. 'You're just fucking with me! You fuckboys always say stupid shit like that!' You push him away, lowkey mad about the fact he'd play with your feelings in such an intimate moment.

Heeseung repositions himself next to you and you quickly grab a pillow to hug, both for you comfort and defense from Heeseung. 'I would never joke about that. Not when it comes to you.' Your head snaps to him, 'What the fuck is that supposed to mean?' 'Oh baby, please don't tell me you're that oblivious?' What??????

'You remember all those late nights where we would watch movies together freshman year of college because you felt homesick? God I can still remember all the songs in Mamma Mia.' 'What does that have to do with this?' 'Do you really think I'd do that with anyone else? I even cancelled bro nights with the boys to spend time with you.' 'But why are you in other women's bed every weekend?' You completely ignore the fact he basically confessed to liking you, only the other women he's been with occupy your mind.

'Because I've been waiting for you.' 'Heeseung what are you even SAYING right now?' You stand up, creating space between you two. Nothing is making sense right now. 'Y/n, I've had feelings for you since the day we met. Those feelings are still very strong, but I never dared telling you about them. I saw the way you were talking with other guys and just assumed you were hooking up, no strings attached with others and you just didn't feel comfortable telling me. So I did the same, but trust me, I wish it was you every time.'

The only thing you can do is throw your hands up to you head. Your mouth is hanging open but nothing is coming out. Everything is slowly starting to make sense. 'Why didn't you say anything?' You finally get out. All Heeseung does is stare at you. He studies your face, your body language, he's studying 𝘺𝘰𝘶. But not in a creepy way, but in a loving way. Like he's been waiting for this moment for so long and it's unfolding even better than he could have ever imagined.

'Heeseung, please talk!' You almost get frustrated, feeling tears in your eyes as you feel both confused, relieved and scared. He stands up, walks over to you and puts his hands on your waist. 'I'm sorry baby,' is all he says before he leans in to kiss you. Only he doesn't close the distance.

'Is this okay, darling?' You nearly melt into his touch as he moves one hand to your cheek and smiles. The kiss starts soft. Initially long and slow touches of your lips turn into more hungry motions as you both realise you're actually kissing each other and this isn't just a dream.

After years of yearning and denial, you're finally kissing.

And it feels good. Heeseung naturally takes the lead, licking your bottom lip as to ask for permission. You grant him that permission immediately, going in to grab his cheeks to prepare yourself for the lightheadedness he's going to give. Because if there's one thing you've learned about Heeseung's stories, it's that he knows how to kiss.

The kiss grows deeper. Heeseung pushes his lips into yours like he's a starved man. His tongue desperately searching for yours and once there's a steady, consistent rythm to your dancing tongues, something clicks in him.

Both his hands travel down to your ass and, without warning, lifts you up. A small shriek escapes out of your mouth ahead of you wrapping your legs around Heeseung. He leads the both of you back onto your bed. He very gently lays you on your back, as if you're made of marble and ready to crack at movement a little too harsh.

You wrap your arms around Heeseung's neck, letting him know you never want to change the scenery. Heeseung is so turned on by how beautiful you look under him, completely his and not wanting anything else that he's starting to moan in your mouth and slowly grind against your crotch. You push him slightly away, looking at him with large eyes, unsure of what to make of this situation.

Heeseung gets the hint and looks at you with concerned eyes, 'Is this too fast, baby?' You shake your head, gulping loudly. 'I've just never done more than making out,' you start, 'I've only kissed and made out with like 3 guys, never anything more.' 'Not even this?' He says as he presses his erection into your heat. You gasp and that's enough confirmation for Heeseung.

'Are you okay with us doing this?' Sweet Heeseung, always making sure you're okay and comfortable ever since the beginning. You nod, 'I actually... kind of want you to be my first.' Noticing his confusion you continue, 'I've been thinking about, you know, this, a lot and if I had to choose someone to do it with, I'd choose you.'

The smile that slowly creeps up Heeseung's lips give you butterflies, and not just in your stomach. 'Really?' He asks in that attractive ass expression, his eyebrow raised, a light smirk and slight sparkly eyes. You nod shyly, biting your lip to prevent yourself from saying something any more stupid. 'Well, baby, I'll make sure you won't regret this.'

Before he can resume the intimate kiss, you still slightly push him away, looking at him with doe-eyes, 'Is this gonna change us?' 'I better fucking hope it will.' The kiss picks back up right where it left off, except that it feels more intimate.

Heeseung's hands start to roam your body, starting at your cheeks, slowly going down and eventually landing on your boobs. He can feel your perky nipples through your shirt and it's making his buldge grow even tighter. 'Off,' he demands and you comply, taking your shirt off swiftly, making your tits bounce.

Sounds of you two kissing has stopped because of Heeseung's newfound focus on your boobs and looking at them in admiration. You get a little timid, never having shown them to a boy before, but as you try to hug yourself to hide them, Heeseung quickly grabs your wrists and firmly press them above your head. 'Don't hide,' he snarls, 'you're too pretty to hide.'

A warm flush spreads over your already burning cheeks. All this praise, action and physical contact making you lightheaded 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥. Your tomato-red face seems to go unnoticed by Heeseung who is too busy slowly feeling your right boob with one of his hands. Not soon after his hot, wet mouth attaching to your left boob.

The sudden contact makes you gasp and your back arches slighty. Heeseung smiles against your chest, loving every second. He sucks on your nipple and as he detaches from it, he faintly lifts your boob with his mouth and makes a pop sound as he releases it again, only for it to bounce back erotically. 'Fuck you're making me rock hard,' he says before promptly going in again.

This time he's making out with your right nipple. He's slowly releasing your hands and repositions his on your waist. Whilst his mouth is busy licking your tits, sucking loudly on your nipples and moaning inbetween your tits, he's slowly grinding against your still-clothed, but slicky wet pussy. 'Baby you feel so good,' breathy sighs escape his mouth, 'I bet you feel so tight.'

One of your hands travel to his hair and holds a harsh grab. You pull his face away from your boobs and see he already has a foggy expression from just your tits. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘵. Never in your years of friendship did you think you'd end up in your bed with your hot friend who looks like he's almost cumming in his pants from just touching your breasts.

As you're pulling him back up towards your lips, a string of moans escape Heeseung's swollen lips. 'What's wrong, Hee?' You ask him with fake concern. 'I need you so bad,' he whines, 'Need to feel your wet pussy tightening around my cock.' You smirk as you let your free hand graze over his body until it lands on his crotch.

You become aware of just how horny he must be. You slowly start to rub his hard-on. Heeseung is absolutely falling apart on top of you. Every brush of a touch feels overwhelming.

'Please keep touching me.' 'Yeah you like it when I do that?' 'Yes, Y/n, and don't fucking stop.' Deep sighs and low moans are exchanged before you signal for him to lay on his back. Heeseung catches on to what you're trying to do as you lift his shirt and unbuckle his pants with the sweetest expression on your face, 'You don't have to do this if you don't want to.' 'I want to, I really do. I've been waiting for so long to do this.' Your excitement alone makes his cock twitch dangerously hard.

Just because you're inexperienced and nervous, doesn't mean you aren't the usual tease towards Heeseung. Very slowly undo his belt and even do him the honour of taking the belt off of his pants. You throw it somewhere in your room, but Heeseung doesn't care what you did with it, he just needs to get his dick out of his restricting boxers. And he will let you know he doesn't like this slow pace.

'Fuck, Y/n, stop doing that and just take it off.' You giggle, but refuse his wish. As slowly as you possibly can you pull just his pants off of him. Heeseung throws his head back as he feels less and less restraint against his dripping cock.

The only piece of clothing remaining from exposing his dick are his boxers, but even with just that you can tell how big he is. Your mouth is slightly agape as you look up at Heeseung's face. When you make eye contact Heeseung's face turns into a big smirk. He gently caresses you cheek, 'You can take it, baby. I know you can.'

Once you've built up all the courage you can, you hook your fingers around his waistband and pull his boxers down. His dick escapes immediately with a soft slap as it hits Heeseung's stomach. His balls and length are twitching from the exposure. It's veiny, very veiny. His tip is a redish pink from how long he's been hard and its slightly covered in pre-cum. He's more lengthy than girthy, but it's still wide enough where you 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 you're gonna have trouble walking the next day.

So mesmerized by his cock, you're only making eye contact with it instead of looking at Heeseung's scrunched up face. After you've stripped him free from his boxers, you slowly start to touch him. First it's a finger to see his penis bounce, then you wrap your entire hand around him, hearing Heeseung take in a sharp breath.

Slow pumps follow, unconsiously leaving your mouth hang open a little and Heeseung doesn't think twice before putting his thumb in your mouth, 'Suck on it.' You start sucking on his thumb, warming up your tongue before taking him in your mouth in a different way. Your pumps start to speed up and you're including his tip into the pumps as well.

When you hit that sensitive spot at the back of his tip just right, the most beautiful moan escapes from Heeseung, 'Your mouth, baby.' 'You think I'm ready?' 'I know you are. You're such a good girl sucking my thumb and jerking me off.' You bite your lip before gradually coming closer to his tip.

You start by licking the top of his tip, looking him deep into his eyes to see how much effect you have on him. A groan escapes his mouth, signalling for you to take more of him, and so you do. You take his entire tip in your mouth and start to swirl your tongue around it, stopping at that same sensitive spot. Moving the flat part of your tongue up and down with still just his tip in your mouth.

'Oh my fucking god,' Heeseung whimpers, 'You're sure you've never done this?' You keep bobbing your head at the same spot until you can feel his tip spasm. Without warning you start to take in 𝘢𝘭𝘭 of him. Surprised by the sudden move, Heeseung grabs your hair and unintentionally thrusts his hips upward, hitting the back of your throat, 'Shit, baby, I'm sorry.'

The words aren't reaching your ears because of the surprising pleasure you got from getting accidentally throatfucked. Something in your brain changes and you start to pick up the pace of your head movement. Heeseung is taken aback by it, but can't do anything about it since you make him feel too good.

Taking him all the way, at a quick tempo and not being used to this length has you gaggingly shamelessly. Saliva is dripping down your chin and tears are starting to form in your eyes. However you ignore all of those things. Seeing just how good you're making Heeseung feel makes you want to go harder, faster, deeper. You want him so deep in your throat, you don't even care if you get a collapsed lung.

Whilst your mouth is bouncing of his rock hard cock, you grab his balls. Massage them lightly and occasionally giving them a lick or slight sucking. 'Right there, darling. Aah shit ah,' is all Heeseung can moan. His eyes strictly on you, but his mind so far away, he's not even sure you're actually doing this to him.

'Fuck I'm gonna cum.' He groans, head thrown back, preparing for the load he's about to release. You're not sure what to do and whether Heeseung likes shooting everything down your throat or painting your face, so you keep your mouth attached to him, sucking him off through his orgasm.

Very soon after you start to feel sharp loads shoot to the back of your throat. You try to not waste a drop of his cum, but fuck he's cumming a lot. When you think he's finally done you detach your mouth from his dick, a mewl escapes Heeseung's mouth by the sudden cold.

To your surprise, he was not done cumming. A few strands of his cum land right on your face, still painting your face. Once Heeseung is back on earth and looks at you he sees you trying to wipe away the remaining cum, 'Stop.' You stop in your tracks and Heeseung sits up straight right in front of you.

One of his hands reach towards your face and his thumb is gently cleaning the spots on your face you hadn't cleaned yet. 'Open your mouth.' You obey and Heeseung puts his thumb back into your mouth, 'Good girl, cleaning up the mess you made.' Heeseung is looking at you with so much fondness, loving the fact you're just as filthy as him.

Without you having much say, Heeseung grabs your waist and makes you switch positions. 'Now show me that pretty pussy,' is all he says before sliding off your bottoms. 'Fuck, Hee, please make me feel good.' 'Don't worry about that, darling,' he gives you a quick wink as he's pulling his top off.

His warm mouth connecting with your clit sends shivers down your spine. He takes his time as he starts licking it, making sure to keep his eyes on you to confirm you're feeling every single movement. The licking slowly starts to turn into sucking as one of his fingers is teasing the walls of your hole, loving the way it's clenching down on nothing.

'Hee, oh my god yes, put it inside.' Heeseung fulfils your wish and his long fingers enter your pussy. A gasp slips out of your mouth and you clench down on him. 'Aww, baby, already too much?' 'N-No! I just, ah shit-' It's mind-boggling just how much power he has with just one finger.

At a slow pace he starts to pump his fingers in and out of you, deeper with each time he puts his finger back in your cunt. 'Hee, oh fuck, yes!' Your words slurring the deeper he pumps into you. At some point he's still fucking you with just one finger and all you do is babble, producing more sounds than words. Heeseung fucking loves you like this, so he decides to add another finger to see how you'll react to that.

The second finger enters your already tight pussy and it sends your head spinning. You constrict so tightly around Heeseung, he almost thinks you're cumming, 'Holy shit, this is what just fingers do to you, dear?' 'O-Only- fuck shit- only yours,' you manage to get out.

With the biggest grin on his face he asks, 'Mmh your fingers don't have this effect?' You shake your head. 'Shit, baby, I guess we'll just have to do this more often,' he says before diving back in. This time he takes his fingers out of you and starts tongue-fucking you.

Two hands fly to his hair, trying to pull him away, 'Too much?' You nod. 'Wanna stop?' You shake your head. Heeseung snickers against your core. While he goes back to your hole, trying to push his tongue up to your sweet spot this time, his nose brushes against your clit.

The combination of stimulation has you close. Your cunt grips to Heeseung's tongue, your hands use his hair as support and your thighs start to shake violently. Heeseung continues eating you out even through you closing your legs. His head is now stuck between your inner thighs and dripping wet cunt.

If there's one place he wants to die, it's right here.

'S-shit- gonna cu-cum!' Is the last thing you yelp before a wave of ecstasy flows through you like you've never experienced before. 'Good girl, cum on my face,' Heeseung mumbles against your core whilst still riding you through your high.

'Are you okay, darling?' You nod, mind still in another place. 'Good. Are you ready for my cock now?' A finger enters your hole. Heeseung streches you out, making sure you can still take his girth. 'Your pussy certainly is.' You look at him, he's smirking wide, waiting for your verbal consent before rocking your world.

'Please be gentle,' you say as your mind slowly gets back to earth and realisation hits you that you're really about to lose your virginity to your hot friend, of whom you could only dream of fucking. 'Always, my pretty baby.'

An even darker red blush spreads your cheeks as you push yourself up a little more straight. Heeseung notices what you're trying to do and lifts you up, firm but tender. 'Are you comfortable?' 'Yeah, are you?' Your innocent, sweet, but still dazed eyes makes Heeseung's cock twitch so hard, he has to physically restrain himself from slamming his cock deep in your pussy right now.

'Y/n, baby, I'm always comfortable with you. If you're feeling any doubt, even if it's really small, tell me. We can do this another time if you're too worn down or are having d-' You interrupt his rambling by crashing your lips onto his.

'Fuck me, Heeseung. I need you.'

That's all Heeseung needs to hear. He lines himself up with your heat, teasing you by grinding against your fold, but not entering your gaping hole. 'Hee, stop playing, fuck me.' You say exasperated.

At a steady pace he slowly enters you. Both of you are gasping. Heeseung's cock larger inside of you than you expected. Heeseung on the other hand has to restrain and repeat to himself to take it slow. He sees how you're struggling taking even a fifth of him, so he can't just slam himself inside you.

After Heeseung has completely dissapeared inside of you, he stops, letting you adjust. 'You look so gorgeous right now.' Your hands shoot up to your face. You're so red you feel like your head is about to detonate. Heeseung caresses your head, smiling from ear to ear. 'Is my pretty girl ready for me to move?' You nod and Heeseung leisurely moves out of you.

Once out of you, he enters again, but this time filling you up a bit quicker. This continues until he's just short from jamming into you. 'You okay, dear?' 'Mmh.' Your face crunches up, hands now placed on Heeseung's back. He dips down to plant a kiss on your cheek, 'You're doing so good, taking me so good.'

'Hee, harder please.' Embarrassment smeared on your face as soon as the words slip out of your mouth. 'You want it harder?' He beams, 'Didn't see you as such a dirty girl, baby.' A moan comes out as Heeseung immediately ups the pressure.

His cock hitting you against your cervix, balls slapping against cunt and heavy breaths escaping Heeseung's mouth. He's such a mess, but he doesn't want to let you know. He doesn't want to let you know how much of an effect you have on him. He usually lasts rounds without cumming, but with you? God he grips the bedsheet beside your head so tight, his knuckles turn white, he's focusing more on not cumming than to pound inside you at a consistent rate.

But when your pussy clenches down hard on him due to hitting a mind-blowing spot inside you, he drops his head in your neck. He's biting his lips hard and grips your waist to stop you from creating more friction. 'Y/n, fuck you're gonna make me cum.' One of your hands glides to his hair. You pull his face up to look you in the eyes. You want to show him how good he's making you feel, since his dick makes you unable to make sentences.

'Hee, good, so fucking good.' 'You like it?' 'Uh-huh.' You bob your head fast. Heeseung's mouth falls open, he knows he's close. You can feel he's close too and you slam your lips together, kissing him fiercly.

Like a bomb, Heeseung explodes. Shots of hot cum hitting you deep in your pussy. Your tongues stop dancing as the only thing exchanging between you two are moans. The warm liquid inside you not only gives a mouth-watering sound, but makes everything feel extra sticky as Heeseung is slowly fucking the cum out of your pussy.

Heeseung pulls back, not just his mouth but his entire body. You don't want to stop. You wrap your legs around Heeseung's waist and your hands around his neck and passionately pull him back in, 'Not done yet, Hee.' Heeseung is surprised by your almost desperate attitude, but fucking loves it.

Sloppy thumps of his cock in your pussy continue. Heeseung ignores the overstimulation. How can he when you look so pretty and fucked out underneath him? So desperate for a climax, completely ignoring Heeseung's struggle to selfishly pursue the best orgasm you've ever had

Briskly, Heeseung repositions himself where he's not laying on top of you, but able to grab your thighs and fuck you hard. And so he does. He slams hard inside you, making sure he's hitting your G-spot. He rams in at a pace that has you gasping, crying and screaming all within 5 seconds. 'You like that, huh?' 'Yes! Heeseung yes!'

As your thighs start to shake and your cunt starts to clench down on him again, Heeseung knows you're gonna have an even better orgasm than before. From the overstimulation still lingering from your previous orgasm to the delicious moans coming from Heeseung's mouth, your whole body feels like it's gonna fall apart.

'Heeseung!' You scream in a high pitch as you're send over the edge. Everything collapses; your legs close tightly around Heeseung's body, your lower body moving up in the air before falling back in the mattress for your back to arch tall, pussy contracting Heeseung's cock so hard he can barely move as it's almost making him cum again, your eyes roll to the back of your head, mouth falling open with only moans and variations of Heeseung's naming falling from your lips, your hands latch on Heeseung's back and your nails digging deep into his skin, and sweat dripping down from every inch of your body.

Your head is pushed deep into the pillow with your neck strained. Once you've come back to your senses you see a proud Heeseung looking at you. His eyes shining and a smile sweet like candy. 'Knew my girl could do it.'

He slips out of you and quickly dissapears into the bathroom. Your head is still too hazy to comment something. Heeseung returns with a damp washcloth and starts cleaning you up. No words are exchanged as he cleans everything from you thighs to your face. He gently lifts you up in bridal style and sets you down on the chair at your desk. Before you can ask, Heeseung grabs a new set for everything for your bed.

When he's done he sighs, happy with himself. He grabs you a new pair of underwear and shirt and puts them on for you. You're amazed at how gentleman he is. Almost as if he can read your mind, Heeseung says, 'Only for my princess.'

Smiles are exchanged as he carries you back onto the, now freshly made, bed. You shyly close the distance between the two of you when Heeseung claims his spot next to you. Noticing your hesitation, he takes the initiative and places you on his chest. You hear his steady heartbeat in the comfortable cuddle as you both drift off to sleep.

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝! <𝟑

[woso-dreamzzz]

Outburst V

Leah Williamson x Child!Reader

Summary: Leah gets in trouble

"He-Hello? Hello? Jord...Jord, I can't hear you. Give me a moment."

The sound of the music and the crowd surrounds Leah as she steps a bit further away, shoving her phone as close to her ear as she can manage.

"Jordan! Jordan?! Can you hear me?!" She's practically screaming down her phone, straining her ears for even an inkling of Jordan's voice.

"Leah Cathrine Williamson!" Is what she gets in return. "Why is that music so loud?!"

"It's a festival, Jordan," Leah says back with an eye roll," I'm near the stage and-"

"And if you're near the stage, who exactly is with our child?! Seeing as it's nearly midnight so she should be in bed!"

Leah freezes, a bolt of lightning running down her spine as she glances towards her friends.

You're bouncing along to the music as her cousin pours some of your fruitshoot into a little plastic cup so you feel like you're being included in all the drinking the adults around you are doing.

A worried chuckle comes out of Leah's mouth that she hopes Jordan doesn't hear.

"Our kid? Our little Lovebug?"

"Yes!" Jordan snaps down the phone. "Bug! Our child, Leah. Our child who should definitely be in bed right now!"

"Well, she is in bed!" Leah lies," Fast asleep. I gave her a kiss good night and everything. My cousin's called it a night so she's babysitting."

"Really?" Jordan sounds like she doesn't believe her even down the phone. "So if I go on Instagram right now, I won't see any pictures or videos of our daughter partying in the dark?"

"No," Leah says, calling Jordan's bluff," No pictures or videos of our Bug."

The music is so loud that Leah can't hear Jordan's answering hum. To be honest, she's not really focussing on the call anyway.

Her friends have formed a little half circle around you as you bounce along to the Coldplay song playing, cheering you on as you get more and more into it.

A soft smile plays on Leah's lips as she watches and she's so engrossed that she almost misses Jordan's next words.

"So if Bug's in bed then you wouldn't mind switching to a videocall and show me what's going on?"

"Jord-"

"You know I'm not actually asking, Leah."

Guiltily, Leah switches to a videocall.

Unlike her, who is in a muddy field with pounding music, Jordan's curled up on her sofa back home in Birmingham. She's got Blu on her lap fast asleep and a soft blanket wrapped around her shoulders.

She looks cosy and snug back at home and Leah flashes her a nervous smile.

"And now you can flip the camera."

"Oh? Are you sure? Why don't we-"

"Leah. The camera. I'd like to see our child."

Begrudgingly, and because she knows that there is no way out of it, Leah flips the camera around.

"Mum!" You call out, bouncing enthusiastically from within the half circle around you," Mum, are you flimin' me? We're goin' to show Bear and auntie Kei?"

"Er...I've got Mummy on the phone actually!" Leah calls back to you and you stop bouncing immediately.

You shove your see through cup of fruitshoot off to Leah's cousin and hurry over, practically trying to climb Leah to get even a glimpse of Jordan.

"Mummy? Mummy! Mummy! Mum, help! Want to see Mummy!"

Leah hefts you up onto her hip, flipping the camera again so Jordan can see you both together.

"Mummy!" You exclaim, happily wiggling in Leah's arms," Mummy, did you see me dancin'? I can dance!"

Both Jordan and Leah aren't quite sure whether they classify what you do as dancing. Bouncing is probably a more apt decision.

You've been a bouncer since your birth practically. Your old baby bouncer was probably your favourite toy of them all and from the moment you first heard music, you've bounced along to it.

"And what a good dancer you are!" Jordan says, beaming at you," Are you having fun with Mum?"

"I am!" You say, bobbing your head up and down happily," Mum says at a festival there is no bedtime! And-"

Leah's mouth comes up to cover your mouth as she quickly tries to do damage control.

"What Bug means is there's no bedtimes for adults-"

"No, you said that there was no Bug Bedtime," You interrupt, prying her hand away from your mouth," You said there were no rules. Just not to tell Mummy..." You eyes widen as you look at Leah's phone. "Oh, sorry, Mum."

Leah sighs. "It's fine, Bug. Mummy would have found out either way."

"Mummy's very smart."

"Yes she is."

"And very, very angry at you, Leah," Jordan says," It's bedtime for Bug now."

"What? But Mummy-"

"Bedtime for sleepy little Lovebugs," Jordan says, her voice back to the soft one she always uses when addressing you," Because it's way past little bugs and their bedtimes."

"Mummy-"

"I love you, my Lovebug."

You huff. "Love you too, Mummy."

"Take. Her. To. Bed. Leah."

"Will do, Jords. Night."

"Goodnight."

The calls is dropped in the next second and you look up at Leah, tilting your head to the side.

"Is it really bedtime for little Lovebugs?" You ask and Leah grins.

"I don't think your Mummy can be mad if you get an extra five minutes...maybe another hour."

[thehighladywrites]

ACOTAR MEN X READER, USING DOE EYES ON THEM

summary: you give them doe eyes in order to persuade them into whatever you want

warnings: nsfw, suggestiveness

amara’s note: i love them holy shit but my fav one this time is eris🥹🥹

Rhysand:

Looks down at you with amusement

He knows what you’re trying to do

“ come on rhyssssss, just one tiny mission. I promise I’ll be super careful, baby”

Unbeknownst to you he agreed the second you asked since he can’t really say no to you

But he loves to see just how desperate you’ll get, how much you’ll beg him.

And paired with those docile eyes? Yeah he’s a goner.

He might seem composed and calm on the outside, but trust me that man is panicking

Rhysand knows he’ll say yes to anything, obey you in every way when you flash him those eyes.

“Okay, but please be careful. If you feel your shoulder hurt again, come home. Abandon the mission and prioritize yourself, do you hear me?”

The moment the words leave his mouth, it hits him like a brick that he agreed to give you a mission when you've barely recovered from an injury.

He never fails to be surprised by your ability to controll him

You words and eyes are powerful indeed…

Azriel:

You’d think he’d have some sort of resistance or something but no

If anything, he folds the quickest of them all

“ Az, could i please-”

“ Yes ”

He doesn’t even let you finish talking, he just looked into your begging eyes and said yes to whatever it is you wanted

There isn’t a thing on this planet that he wouldn’t do for you

But when you pair it with those doe eyes, standing shorter than him as you look up through your lashes with a slight tilt in your head, lips pouting, he gets hard

You look so submissive and innocent, it sparks something primal in him.

“You don’t have to ask me for things, my love, just tell me whatever it is you want and need.”

He’s grabbing you by your waist, pullling you in closer as he kisses you with need.

I’m so serious, this man is down bad

Cassian

He's been working late every day for two weeks, and you've had enough. You miss your mate, and you want him close.

Clad in a slutty little nightgown that screamed ‘give me attention’ , you sauntered into his office

At first, irritation crashes over you like a rogue wave because he isn’t even bothering to lift his head when he greets you. So, you declare it's time for a hands-on approach to spice up the scene.

Rounding his chair, you stand behind him, and with expert hands, you start giving his stiff shoulders a massage. His groans reverberate through the room.

"That feels so good, sweets," his voice is raspy and laced with exhaustion.

Smiling to yourself, your hands travel further down to his chest, where you attempt to unbutton his shirt.

He grabs your wrist, smirking, and drags you so you’re in front of him, raising an eyebrow at your bold move.

Cassian's brain short-circuits as you stand there with big eyes, begging for attention, and then lower yourself to your knees, looking up at him.

“ baby, i missed you so much. Please let me take care of you…”

Stunned, he's left speechless, resorting to a simple nod in response.

Safe to say, you were both pleased and relieved by the end of it all

Lucien:

He isn’t stupid, he KNOWS you use your eyes to get your way

But he literally doesn’t care, he’ll give in to you

He likes watching you work for it though

Standing before him, hands innocently behind your back, you arch your back, pushing your chest out, your eyes widening with a mix of need and desire. Your lips form a seductive pout, silently pleading for him to sweep you away to The Continent.

“is that how you ask for something, my love?”

He's feral, a teasing smile playing on his lips as he watches you, curious to see how far you'll go for a yes.

Little do you know, he's already packed your bags, setting the stage for a surprise journey.

“Please, Luc, I really wanna come with you. Let me convince you.”

You got him WHIPPED, like he’s panicking inside, fucking sweating

“Yeah? How will you convince me?”

Stepping closer to him, you whisper your deprived thoughts, reveling in the way he shudders

Yeah…

You were limping on your trip

Eris:

Eris had never felt so… conflicted in his life

He had never bent over backwards for someone or even let anyone occupy his mind the way you do

The first time you used your eyes to persuade him, he nearly stumbled backward, then attempted to ignore you because he felt weak.

Eris had no idea eyes could be so powerful, and he had a feeling he’d say yes to absolutely everything and anything you wanted

After a few times, he stopped feeling so conflicted and started looking forward to your little manipulation sessions

You had attempted to seduce him all day, but he insisted on working, especially since he had recently ascended to the position of High Lord and had a mountain of paperwork to tackle.

Walking into his office, you strutted around, touching his belongings and casually perusing through the documents on his desk.

Eventually, you got closer to his table and bent over, acting like you needed something.

Eris looked up only to be met with a sight full of your tits. Sighing, he looked up at you with a secret smile,

“I know what you’re doing, sweet thing.”

“ What? Is it a crime to help my mate with his work?”

You look at him with round eyes, your head slightly lowered as your eyes do the talking

His eyes, simmering with desire, traced every curve of your form as a sultry smile played on his lips, creating tension that sizzled with heat.

“Do you remember the last time you gave me those eyes, love?”

Fuck yeah, you do. He had fucked you stupid for hours, in every part of the Forrest House, showing you new levels of pleasure you hadn’t even considered, eyes rolling into the back of your head everytime he pumped into you

Your body shuddered at the memory, body aching for more. Giving him your most desperate, doe-eyed expression, you ask your mate for more

“What if I want it to happen again?”

Giving you a once over with raised brows, his handsome face breaks into a foxy smile as he signals you to come closer

Biting your lips to hide your smile, you oblige, helping him relieve his tension and stress

[cheriladycl01]

Double the Interviews - Oscar Piastri x GreekOlympicTennis! Reader

Plot: WAG duties consist of you literally being in more interviews than Oscar because of your outgoing and bubbly personality.

"Y/N can we have a minute of your time please?" an interviewer asks pulling you away from your friend who you look over at. She smiles at you and nods, making her way back to the McLaren garage.

"How are you feeling about the race tomorrow?" he asks and you put a serious face on.

"Yeah, I think the car's got good pace, looking to be in some top positions and I'm excited to see what happens!" you nod and the interviewer holds back their laugh.

"Spoken like a true driver!" he chuckles and you start to laugh as well.

"How are you feeling knowing come summer you'll be competing in the Olympics for Greece in Paris while Oscar is also competing in his own sport?" he asks and you nod, carefully listening to the question to not misunderstand him.

"Yeah of course. You know it's always hard when you have those conflicting schedules especially in athlete relationships. You know I'm still competing in ATP and I have been for a while, and then going into the Olympics on top of that is just immense. I get to travel with my best friend who I've played tennis with since 3 years old but at the same time Osc isn't there all the time. I think that's why today is just so important to me, to be here to support him at his home race!" you smile to the man in front of you who slowly pulls the mic back towards him.

"Will we be seeing Oscar at the Olympics this year?" he asks.

"I think at this stage it's hard to tell, F1 has the longest and busiest schedule to date this year and there's more stress and pressure on the drivers than ever with all the changes taking place ahead of 2025 and 2026, so you know I'd love Oscar to be able to come and see me take home another medal, but again it's one of those moments where you can't be in two places at once!" you explain, knowing he'd already planned to come for your first event of the summer, and would try and stay with you, until it ended for you. But even he didn't know when McLaren would request for him in Woking, or if he'd go home to spend a little needed time with his family.

"Well, I think it's safe to say we are all wishing for Gold for you again this year. Good luck to you and Y/BFF/N who we did see earlier, but dipped away last minute before i could invite her!" he smiles at you, and you smile back.

"You'll see us at the Olympics up at the very top. We promise!" you give the camera a cheesy grin before saying your goodbye's and leaving him to question the next driver who was eagerly waiting behind you.

"There you are!" you hear the Australian accent you knew all to well from your left.

"Hey baby!" you smile, leaning up and placing a soft kiss on Oscar's cheek.

"Saw Y/BFF/N come back without you, when she told me you were stolen for an interview i thought i'd come see if you needed saving" he softly tells you placing a light and gentle hand in your smiling softly down at you.

"Ah, you see baby that is where we are completely and utterly different. I love talking to all your work colleagues!" you say, pulling his hand along so you can both walk back together. You wave at people as you walk past saying small hello's and posing for any camera's you spot in your peripheral.

"You consider the media work colleagues of mine?" he asks with a low laugh that has you cocking your head to one side in question.

"You don't?" you offer back.

"No, my colleagues are my team and the other drivers!" he admits with a blank look on his face that just screams that no cogs are turning up there.

"I mean, you work with the media every time your here. I'd say you work with them, they might not be on your team but they are still apart of your sport!" you admit, he goes to argue but you put a soft finger on his lip.

"Would you consider my ball boy's as my colleagues?" you ask, and he thinks for a second before sighing and nodding.

"There you go then! F1 interviewers are your work colleagues and i like talking to them, they always have very insightful questions!" you smile.

"Insightful or invasive?" he queries looking across at you, brows a little furrowed.

"Damn, you really are a young Kimi Raikkonen. I see what the fans mean now!" you laugh at his expression which quickly tries to change but the frown lines remain.

"God, we need to go back to my mum's for some rest and relaxation" you sigh, starting to massage his wrist and up his arm making him sigh.

"Mmmm, we do I really miss that one dish that she makes us!"

"The Tzatziki with the roasted meat and vegetable kebabs or Moussaka?" you ask looking over at him knowing he enjoyed both.

"Oh! I was thinking of the Moussaka, but the Tzatziki is good. My trainer actually said that it was the perfect mix!" he admitted, still holding that blank expression.

"But he tells you off for the Honey Cake!" you sigh knowing that it was a delicacy you didn't get very often too, being an athlete and all meant that you had to have a very strict diet and couldn't lie to your trainer about cheat days you'd have.

"Okay but that Honey Cake is lethal! You cant stop when you start eating it!" he says before starting to quietly ramble about all his favorite foods as you enter the confides of his driver room away from the public eye.

You cant help but just watch and smile at him, people rarely get to see this funny talkative side of Oscar that could actually out ramble you sometimes which should be near impossible as you were very much a yapper. Especially when you got passionate and would slip in some of you mother tongue without realizing.

"What?, Why are you staring at me?" he asks, after realizing he'd started to rant.

"I just love watching you talk, you nose scrunches when you get passionate about a topic and it's cute" you smile, looking down knowing he'd be a blushing mess.

"Shut up! You are the yapper here, start yapping!" he says, making you burst out laughing while he goes to sit down on the small sofa.

"I'm going to miss you next week!" you sigh as you sit down on his lap where he wraps his arms tightly around you and rests his head in the crook of you neck.

"I know, but I'll come see you at your next tournament after the triple-header!" he smiles, kissing against your neck your body relaxing against his.

"It's just hard, god I'm clingy!" you attempt to laugh the tears away.

"Lando wants to know if you and Y/BFF/N are down for a rematch" he smirks changing the conversation to a more light-hearted one.

"Oh you boys are so on!" you grin.

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oscarpiastri: it was fun playing doubles with you and y/bff/n. Best you next time

landonorris: these guys are kinda good at tennis yo!

-> y/user: does the gold medal mean nothing to you?

-> landonorris: not really :0

-> y/user: well … Osc?

-> oscarpiastri: don’t involve me :(

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Double Trouble in Stralia 🇦🇺

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[prettypinkpuddles]

P ⭐️ R N S T A R Y / N

alright, since there is an influx of girl characters, i’m going to be adding to the of Cam Girl Y/N, which you can read by clicking just above! ⇡⇡⇡

characters include Furina, Xilonen, Charlotte, Chiori, Arlechinno, Xianyun

modern AUs for some characters (indicated with☕️), voyerism/exhibition, spanking, zhongli cameo(with Xianyun), blowjob, cuninnlingus, duh, dom and sub dynamics, filming and pictures, toy usage, audio recording, stripping

please enjoy ⭐️

🎭𝔏𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔲𝔡𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢

having lots of eyes on Furina was something she was used to. when she was clothed and prepared for everything because she rehearsed for it. not when she was stripping and drinking with you as a full house of patrons watched in their seats. she squirmed as you unhooked her black bra and a giggle pulled itself from your lips.

“the first to drop 25,000 mora will get to keep her bra for the rest of the performance.” you teased, sending a great deal of people scrambling from their seats to show you pouches of mora. you strutted to the end of the stage taking each bag and weighing them in your hands before you decided one was hefty enough, exchanging it for the bra to a tall woman with navy blue and green accents on her jeweled masquerade mask.

she smiled wickedly as the fabric touched her, unable to read her expression as excitement or mischief due to the anonymity rule, but Furina still whimpered as you walked back to her

“i… i thought we were going to be quick with my performance…!” she said nervously with a giggle as her fingers came over her own facial covering. you nodded and pushed her down on the chair, announcing that Madam Bleu was going to leave in 3 minutes. those two minutes were spent completely ruining her.

you tweaked her nipples, smothered her tits with kisses, bruised her neck in a beautiful mosiac of purples and reds. then her cunt, swirling over her clit, prodding her hole with the tip of your tongue, spreading her folds and kissing the entire thing. it drove her crazy, she bucked and twitched, singing out a melody for the leering crowd, begging to be allowed to make a grand exit.

you pulled away, “i thought you wanted to keep things simple, just light teasing.” a twisted grin tugged your lips up and she nearly growled, the tears bubbled at the corners of her big eyes spilling out. you laughed and turned, “what do you think? should Madam Bleu give you all a departure you’ll never forget?”

nobody could really answer, they were far to busy stroking their dumb dick or petting their pussies. you turned back and Furina took her hair, shoved her cunt into your mouth and just abused you. she rode you like a cowgirl, gasping and fluttering as her face contorted with the sudden flicks of your tongue.

“gods…” she shivered, hunching her back as her breathing grew more ragged with each chant to Celestia. then she arched back and nearly screamed, her legs shook erratically, her lungs stopped taking in air, her eyes twitched and her mouth was locked in an O.

“my, my…” you mused when her grip loosened. “that was wonderful, Madam.”

📸 𝙻𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜, 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊, 𝙲𝚄𝙼𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶 ☕️

charlotte was watching you through her lens with deep sexual energy building in her. you were completely nude on a casting couch, a sweet smile on your face and your hair done nicely. you were filming a stupid porno as suggested by your subscribers, who had pleaded recommended that you work with Wriothesley, but he wasn’t here. you looked a bit past the camera, “would you like to fill in?”

charlotte blurred out a noise of shock and looked at you, “pardon?”

“you would like to indulge me in sex?” you teased.

“i… i couldn’t.” she excused, “the camera, and your co-star-!”

you rolled your neck at the door he was supposed to come through, “who isn’t here. and i’m so tired of waiting to be fucked roughly for a bunch of limp dicks.” she wanted to laugh at that.

you were referring to the 40k people who watched your content, no matter how to raked the prices, they were always going to pay to see your tits. “come on, set the camera over there. and let me make you stop thinking.”

she looked over to the dresser behind her, taking a few cautious steps to it, “i’m sure your fans wouldn’t want to see me.”

she was a stark contrast to you, a plucky, pink haired girl with excitement at everything. and you, a beautiful, snarky-worded lady who was more than willing to show her feet for 300 bucks. it was perfect porn plot.

Charlotte took a few steps to you and settled on the green cushion, nervously squishing at her thighs. “can i kiss you?”

you nodded

“like, everywhere?”

another nod, this time a giggling grin crept over your face

“like… this?” her lips found your nervously, a sneaky peck before you initiated a deeper kiss, pulling her over your lap as she feverishly sighed, “can i-?”

you slide your thumb down her lips, shushing her sweetly, “don’t ask, love. just do it.” you tugged at her burgundy jacket on her shoulders, unbuttoning the tauple curling lining her top and completely exposed her skin to the cool air and the camera, “see how i doing? just like this~” you said before popping one of her little boobs in your mouth, suckling and licking her nipple like it was going to give you a reward. she mewled and cracked a broken smile as she shakily breathed. your touch was the scorching fire to her sizzling ice, her fingers roamed over your body aimlessly as you continued to kiss her chest, finding a spot that made you gasp and slightly pause

this time she was grinning, crawling below to sit in front of the couch and peel open your legs, gasping at the near nothing you were wearing

it was a simple pink lace, supposed to be ripped by your late ass co-star but now Charlotte was pulling them back and giving your lips a hesitant lick. you let out a high pitched moan at the new action, and it seemed to spur her on to start licking it in broad strokes. more moans pulled out of you as her fingers wormed inside of you, her free hand inching up to roughly palm and pinch your boobs.

“just like that, darling~” you encouraged and let your eyes fall shut, stewing in the immense deep pleasure she was feeding you. her fingers twisted and her mouth attached over your clit and her throat began to pull the nub toward it. she was like a vacuum, suckling and grunting obnoxiously but you couldn’t care less, fuck she felt good, her hand messily playing with your chest and her fingers expertly rubbing your gummy insides made you melt in her mouth.

👥𝒫ℯ𝓇𝒻ℴ𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓉𝒽ℯ ℐ𝓂𝓂ℴ𝓇𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓈

this is heavily inspired by some art from Kinkymation, please check her out, she doesn’t amazing art of all hoyo games and more

It was torture, why did you agree to this? being used by Zhongli and Xianyun…. you don’t never know why or how you got into this predicament but you weren’t complaining. especially when Xianqyun plucked you right off of the lord’s cock and laid you down on the edge of the bed, your head just over it.

“relax, Y/N; one shall provide proper pleasures to your sensitive body.” she looked at Zhongli’s stirring dick as she said that and leaned forward. her tits squished on top of yours and you nearly died. her tongue plugged you up immediately, swirling and sliding around your canal as though she was trying to imitate his fucking. but it was different, her tongue was more slender and pointed, maybe like a bird’s, and it keep scrapping against your sensitive spot.

you choked on your spit as her knees caged your head in, “oh gods, stars above, please!” words oozed out of your mouth as you tried to not say Rex Lapis, privy on the fact that he was in the room, you didn’t want to upset the woman who was lavishing over your body and the man who was now watching gracefully as he desperately fucked his fist.

“does one wish to have a release?” she teased and you nodded, heaving out yeses that made her chuckle and kiss your pussy loudly, “very well. one shall allow herself to be covered in your essence. for it pleases me so to-”

you rocked your knees and whined as though you were in pain, “please, Madam Xianyun, please make me cum! i can’t take it any longer!”

Zhongli chuckled deeply and you felt your cunt pulse from the low octave, “if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you’ve got her rather… frustrated.”

“you clearly don’t!” Xianyun declared, “speaking when one did not speak to you first!” she pulled her arms around your thighs and flipped, putting you on top and her on the bottom. her patter your cheeks and you inched forward, then lowered onto her face for her to latch onto your lips.

you cried out in pleasure, becoming lost in the way she swirled and flicked over your clit, slurped and tongued your hole, drinking your juices as though you were life itself. “oh, thank you! thank you so much, Miss Xianyun!”

a growl bubbled from Zhongli and he was suddenly in front of you, “Bend Down.” he commanded and you slowly followed, your face now right in front of his balls.

“suck.”

you opened your mouth and pressed your tongue to his tip. Zhongli hissed and slammed up into you, digging his fingers in your hair. he began to facefuck you, completely ruin your makeup and throat, not caring that you were choking, gagging and welling up with tears. his thrust slowed to the sound of the elongated moans you soon let out, praising your skill and ability to hold his cock in as Xianyun abused your swollen cunt

🎶 𝙵𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝 ☕️

if you want to follow the beat too, please listen to

yknow those sex toys you can hook up to your phone? yeah, Xilonen bought that, and it was one that followed the beat of the music she was playing.

“hey guys,” she spoke into the microphone, then explained to her audience that she was going to be using a toy on you and recording the sounds you made for your 1 million follower special. using the two on you, not with. but here you were both rubbing against the toy, Xilonen panting above your shaking body.

a new song began to play, the low beat causing the vibrator to pulsate against the opening of your pussy deliciously, “fuck, i love this song.” Xilonen purred and you chuckled as your hands came up to cup her tits. “just as much as i’m loving this.” she pulled her hips back as the woman began to sing and began to swing them back and forth slowly

“you’ve said that for the past three songs.” you groaned and pulled your hips up to hers, the toy settling nicely between you two.

Xilonen chuckled and brought her head back, “that’s because the songs are so good.” a second woman began to sing and your girlfriends hand wrapped around your throat and pulled you up, “i mean, look just beneath us; a complete fucking mess.”

a chuckle of agreement came from you as your hands slid down her back, wrapping her to your body. your fingers pinched her nipples as her hand found a place in your hair; the toy began to change, following the higher knocks of the song, vibing in hard motions as the song swelled, the two women singing in tandem as you and Xilo began to play with each other, grinding over one another.

“well is it?” she whispered into your ear with a sneak in her tone.

you shivered and let out a moan before responding, “is what, silly?”

the vibrator stated shaking spontaneously, following the electric notes of the melody before wafting into a slower rhythm. a sudden orgasm washed over you, compounded by Xilonen grabbing the handle of the toy and pushing it up and down between you two. that broke you; her hands let you go and you crashed into the bed and an overstimulating frenzy, gasping frantically as little groans made their way out from your throat.

“oh, that’s it~!” she cheered darkly, “squirt for me, Y/N-sweetie!” she roughly dug the vibration into your clit and kissed your skin to soothe you through the straining action of nerves breaking pleasure.

🪩 𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒮ℯ𝒶𝓂𝓈𝓉𝓇ℯ𝓈𝓈 ☕️

it was perhaps the strangest bit of irony you had come across; working in this strip club was full of surprises. you had seen Lyney stroll in and fall apart in the plushness of one girl, Navia was constantly wrapped with Clorinde, but this. oh this was the cherry on top of the gossip cake.

Chiori of Chioriya Boutique was paying you top dollar to see you strip from her custom made lingerie.

her crimson eyes pierced you and it was like a spotlight was on you to perform. you slowly pulled the underwear down your thighs, plucking them from one foot then the other with a carefull stretch to them before you brought your hands up to your breasts.

the bra was beautiful no doubt, a perfect mulberry that blended perfectly into the lights. you squished your chest and tugged the first strap to your arm.

“stop.”

you froze, hearing Chiori stand up and walk to you, her hand grabbed your chin, for softer than expected but she still forced you to look at her.

“i asked for a strip tease, not a cosmetic commerical.” she corrected and you swallowed as you glued your eyes to the floor

“i’m sorry, Miss Chi,” you excused, “i just thought this was pure business.”

“it is,” she said, stepping back to the leather chair she was on previously. “but business for you. so do your job and make me feel something.”

you instinctively followed her, finally seeing her as another client of the club and slowly straddled her. you plopped your center of gravity right on Chiori’s lap, grinding over her as your lips kissed her neck.

“yes,” she shuddered into your touches, feeling up and down your body. “just like that, girl.”

you worked your way down her body, kissing and licking, suckling and even biting her skin. all the way down until you wear on your knees in front of her legs. “what do you want me to do?”

her head tilted and you reformed the question, “do you want to use my head like a decorative pillow, or make me dig it out of you?”

she let out a little groan at that, probable at the idea of them. she lowered herself, settling deeper into the seat and her knees came up and nestled over your shoulders, “both. please?”

you looked down at her, seeing her twitch reflexively. your mouth open and cupped her mood, starting to kick and worm through her lips and tease her folds. she gasped and held a moan back as you let out a moan through your nose, burying yourself deeper between her thighs.

“good girl.” she praised as she put her hand in your hair, gripping it gently. you pulled your head up and licked a long strip up to her pubis.

“are you going to start?” you asked.

her eyes met yours as she let out a few heavy breaths, “start what?”

“fucking my face like a vibrator?”

🔴 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝙾𝚗

maybe Alrechinno just liked her face buried in a woman’s legs. or maybe the Knave liked you, the noises you made and how sweetly you were singing for her.

“keeping tweeting, birdie.” she instructed, using her tongue to conduct a symphony from you, “i’m sure our viewer will love the way you sound.”

moans pulled out of you like an endless string from one of Lyney’s magic tricks, some shaky gasps, a few screaming cries but they were all please for her to keep her mouth on your pussy. she lavished over you, licking your clit like it was ice cream, then delving deep inside of your cunt, rubbing against your spongy walls until you fluttered around her like a vice.

a deep groan came out of her and she brought her hand up and across your ass. you squeaked and look down at her.

“get up, birdie.” she ordered and you immediately moved away from her face.

the camera was observed from her head and your eyes were hidden with a blindfold, concealing your identity from the people who were going to pay millions for this video and letting your mind wander to all of the things she could be getting. you squirmed as your hand crawled down your stomach to between your thighs, tickling your clit as you thought of what dildo she was going to use on you.

the idea of the green one with the fat base came to mind, how it’d plug you so full when she’d bottom out. or the deep blue one with the upwards curve, it even had a cum feature that’s bloat your tummy in the best way. the magenta and pink one with the stubby ribs over it, the textured black one, the slender. yellow one; all the different option made your head spin.

you suddenly cried out, feeling something bulbous shove into you. you gasped and realized you had bent yourself down and was ready for Arlechinno to take you doggy, which she now was. her hand found your throat and ripped you to her, feeling her manicured nails poke your skin as her lips tickled your ear, “such a slut you couldn’t wait?” she dropped and you let let out a groan, “i’ll show you what an impatient slut gets.”

she slapped her ass maybe three, four times before she benga to thrust in roughly, “what does an impatient slut get, bird?”

she yanked your hips down on her, not bothering to listen to your pathetic cries for her to slow down or stop spanking you.

“tell me, Y/N.” she ordered. “what do they get?” she grabbed you hair and brought you to sit up, arching your back she she pounded into you.

moans and weak attempts at speech chirped out of you, “p…. p-pu… oh fuck, they… they get…” your hand mindlessly came down circle your clit, making her spank you hard this time. “punished…”

“good Y/N.” she purred and slammed into you, “punished. now make a mess.” her nails pierced your hip as she ruined you, ripping a shuddering orgasm out of your body. your nerves screamed and punched your skin, sending you falling over the bed with a weak cry. she pulled the dildo out and you sighed, feeling a dull emptiness for a few minutes before it was stuffed with a new feeling.

it was curved slightly with a fuller underside at the base. then it shook.

“fuck…! wait, wait! oh god!” you begged and it pulled out and slammed back into with a little clap, “please, please- fu… f..” the Knave smacked your ass, gripping to the cheek and you whimpered out, “Daddy!” the toy was make your see Celestia, completely unraveling the quiet persona you were supposed to be playing for the camera, but Alrechinno didn’t mind, and something was telling you that the viewers weren’t going to either.

that became your little mantra, prayer, chant, whatever the fuck. pleading for Daddy to slow down, give you a little break but she want going to give it to you, using you relentless, forcing you to keep playing with yourself, even fuck yourself on the vibrating dildo.

i hope you enjoyed this, i might make bigger or continuations to certain girls depending on if my brain can pump out a full idea

if you want to read more of my content, click here!

[xomakara]

Riding The Heat

SUMMARY |  You, an omega, go on tour with your alpha, Yeosang, and his group mates since your heat is due to hit soon. Tensions run high during the concert when your heat starts and you can't help but wait until after the concert to ride out your heat with Yeosang.

PAIRINGS |  Yeosang x Reader

RATING |  Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+

GENRE |  Alpha!Yeosang, Omega!Reader, non-idol au, established relationship, smut, Omegaverse

CONTENT/WARNINGS | profanity/strong language, unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), dirty talk, oral sex (male giving/female receiving), praise kink, pet names, hotel sex, creampie, knotting, bonding/mating, impregnation

LENGTH |  3,439 words

TAGLIST |  @cyd0129

NETWORKS | @illusionnet @atzhouse @cromernet @wonderlandnet @k-vanity @othersideoutlawsnetwork @ksmutsociety

AUTHOR’S NOTE |  Hi there. Linda here. This is my first foray into the Omegaverse and I hope it's okay lol. I never wrote anything like this so I hope it turned out okay! I'm so sorry about the wait! Show you support by liking, commenting, reblogging. Love you 🩵

"Yeosang," You muttered as you clung to his arms. You were shaking from the need to have your alpha, the scent of him alone was making you drool. You wanted him so bad, but he had a concert to finish. 

"It's almost over, baby." Yeosang promised and pecked your cheek before turning to the crowd again. You were backstage where you were out of sight, but you could hear them clearly. They were screaming his name, his members' names. Your alpha was so popular, but he was yours.

"I know, but I want you now." You whined and pushed your nose against his neck. His scent was calming, it eased the heat enough for you to think a bit more clearly. You didn't know how long that would last, but you weren't going to complain.

"You can't have me now." Yeosang chuckled, the vibration made your stomach do flips. You were so weak for him. "Just a bit longer. The concert is almost done."

"Fine." You gave in and leaned back. It was going to be hard, but you could last. Hopefully.

"There's my good girl." Yeosang purred and cupped your cheeks. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before turning to the stage once again.

You had to take a few deep breaths. The only thing keeping you calm was his scent. It was a little overwhelming, but it was better than the alternative. You didn't like when he had to leave, but you knew you wouldn't be able to handle the public. Not with the way things were now.

The rest of the concert was a blur. You had zoned out, your body was getting hotter by the minute. It was taking everything you had to not start humping Yeosang. The thought had crossed your mind multiple times, but you held yourself back. He would take care of you soon, he promised.

You weren't sure how long the concert lasted. To you it felt like a lifetime, but in reality it had only been an hour or two. It was hard to tell in your current state. The heat was taking a toll on you. Your mind was fuzzy, and you couldn't remember what you were doing.

"Y/n? Can you hear me?" Yeosang's voice rang through the haze. He sounded distant, but he was holding you in his arms. You could smell him. The smell was comforting, your mind was telling you that it was your alpha. You wanted to respond, but it was hard to form any words. "Baby, come on."

"Hurts." You whimpered and curled up closer. You were clinging to his shirt, wrinkling it in the process. The fabric felt soft against your skin, his scent was overwhelming. You needed him, and you needed him now.

"I know, baby. I'll make it better." Yeosang tried to soothe you, but his words didn't help much. He could sense how bad it was getting, and it worried him. You were never like this during your heats. Something was different.

"Yeosang." You cried and nuzzled his neck. His scent was helping, but you needed more. You needed his knot. You needed his cock. You needed your alpha.

"Shh. We're almost there. Hang in there baby." Yeosang promised, but you couldn't hold on for much longer. Your body was aching, it hurt to breathe. Everything was so hot, you just wanted it to stop.

"Please." You whined. The heat was getting worse, the need was starting to take over. It was becoming too much, you couldn't handle it anymore. "Please. Please."

"We're here baby." Yeosang announced as the car came to a stop. He scooped you up and carried you inside, he wasn't going to wait for the others. They could catch a cab. You were his main priority.

You buried your face in his neck as he walked. The heat was too much. Everything was hot, and the way his fingers dug into your thighs wasn't helping. You wanted him, but he had to get to the hotel room.

"Come on." Yeosang kicked open the door to his room and carried you inside. You were thankful that the others weren't there, you weren't sure how you would feel if they were. You needed to be alone with your alpha, and he knew that.

"Yeosang." You groaned and clawed at his chest. It was too much. You couldn't take it. You needed him. "Please. Hurry."

"Patience baby." Yeosang hummed as he laid you down on the bed. He hovered above you, his scent was stronger now. It was clouding your mind, it was almost impossible to think. All you could think about was your alpha and his cock. "I'm going to take care of you. Just hold on."

"Please. Need you." You whined, tears started to well up in your eyes. The pain was getting worse, the heat was taking over. Your body was acting on instinct, all you could focus on was mating with your alpha.

"I'm right here." Yeosang promised, his fingers gently traced over your cheek. His touch was calming, but it wasn't enough. He wasn't touching you where you needed him.

Yeosang slowly slid his hand down, his touch ghosted along your sides. It made you shudder under him. His hand came to a stop on your thigh, and he gently coaxed your legs apart. You eagerly obeyed and parted them for him.

"You're already so wet baby." Yeosang commented and moved so he was kneeling between your legs. His eyes focused on your glistening core, he licked his lips. His alpha was starting to show, he could smell you, and it was driving him insane. "Can't wait to taste."

You squirmed beneath him, you weren't able to wait much longer. You needed something, anything to satiate the aching need in your stomach. The heat was building, and his teasing wasn't helping. You tried to hold back, but your instincts were taking over. Your heat was growing and you needed something, you needed your alpha's knot.

"Please." You hissed impatiently. A frustrated whine followed, your hands gripped the sheets tight. The urge to mount him was starting to become uncontrollable. If you couldn't find relief, you would find it yourself. You would take control of the situation and fuck yourself on his cock, just to satiate the desire. "Yeosang. Please."

"So impatient. So needy." Yeosang tutted, his nose bumped against your knee as his lips dragged along the soft flesh. "How bad do you want it? Want to cum around my tongue or my fingers? Or should I make you wait a little longer? Make you cum on my cock?"

Yeosang's scent surrounded you. You could feel his breath brush against the skin of your inner thighs. His tongue followed shortly, licking a stripe right against your core. His teasing was torture, it made you whine and wiggle.

"I can smell you baby. It's so strong. The whole hotel can probably smell it too." Yeosang growled in a low voice, he shifted to cage you in. His arms blocked your view of him. Only the feeling of his fingers ghosting over your skin reminded you that he was real. You didn't see him moving until his mouth pressed against your mound.

Yeosang kissed your clothed pussy, and your hips immediately bucked up. A soft groan escaped his lips, and you gasped when his breath hit the sensitive bundle of nerves. The sensation was driving you crazy. You needed his mouth, you needed his knot.

"What do we say Y/N?" Yeosang urged, his fingers rubbed slow circles along your inner thighs. "Come on baby. You know the rules."

"Yeosangie. Alpha." You mewled and looked down at him. He was between your legs, his head was facing your pussy and your thighs were pressed against his cheeks. It was one of the hottest sights you had seen, you couldn't keep your hands to yourself.

"That's my girl." Yeosang praised and lifted his hands so he could hook his thumbs around the waistband of your panties. He dragged the wet fabric down, taking extra care to avoid contact with your pussy. He was teasing you.

Your panties were soon forgotten, lost in the pile of clothes somewhere behind him. Yeosang let out another growl and his eyes narrowed at your bare pussy. It was glistening and dripping from your heat.

"My good girl. I knew you could wait for me." Yeosang praised again, a soft moan following. His lips dragged over your exposed skin, right above your clit, and then he kissed lower. He avoided the area where you needed him most, focusing on anywhere else he could get to without moving too much.

"Yes." You whimpered and tried to rub your legs together. Anything to ease the ache between your thighs. Your core ached, and your stomach flipped.

"What a pretty little cunt you have, baby girl. All soft and pink for me." Yeosang growled with arousal lacing his voice, "All mine. My precious little omega, let me take care of you. Alright Y/N?"

"Yes, Yeosang." You repeated, and Yeosang seemed satisfied with your answer.

"Good girl. Just for me."

Yeosang trailed the tip of his index finger around your clit, tracing delicate circles and you bucked against him. His thumb worked with his finger, adding to the stimulation.

Your clit pulsed and begged for his touch, but he still teased. Circling it, and dragging his finger through your folds before ghosting around the tight hole of your pussy.

His breath hit the skin of your inner thighs lightly while he pressed feather kisses there. His teeth dragged against your thigh occasionally, pulling the skin between his teeth.

"Fuck baby, you're already soaked and dripping for me." Yeosang rasps out while leaning down, spreading you open wide.

"Yeosang, please."

You saw a devilish look on his face and the last thing you knew was the feeling of his mouth. Latching on your pussy, making out with your most private parts. His mouth moved between kissing, sucking and nibbling all on the most sensitive spot of you.

While his left arm was hooked under your knee, his right was planted against the mattress in order to help steady himself. You ran both of your hands through the soft, black silky locks and tugged him forward to push more against you. His head was so close you could feel his rapid breath, warm against your pussy as he took it in.

It felt incredible.

Every lick or nudge of Yeosang's soft, plush lips was making the pressure build higher inside your body, and the feeling intensified as his tongue started to probe deeper inside.

"Oh fuck, just like that…" You whined. Your grip on Yeosang's head tightened, earning a muffled hum from him and an even harsher bite, his lips sucking and latching to your most sensitive area, which made you wail.

Yeosang growled and tugged you closer. His free arm held down your other thigh, effectively locking you in place. You wanted to rock your hips, the pressure was driving you mad. It was building and burning through your veins. Yeosang could feel it. He kept going, and going, and going.

You don't know what his tongue was doing to you, but it was an earth shattering experience that has made you fall apart in pleasure.

Yeosang had slowed down slightly to lazily lapping at you. He could sense that you were getting close and he was enjoying it.

"Fuck. Baby. More. More." You managed to plead, "Need it harder. Need it more, please."

He then kissed his way to the sensitive bundle, engulfing it fully.

And it drove you straight over the edge, the combination of his tongue and the vibrations from his growls. It was too much. Your body seized up, hands gripping the sheets hard and legs tightening as you rode out your climax.

His lips were wet and your clit throbbed as he softly kissed the raw bundle of nerves.

The entire time you were gasping and mumbling nonsense while your climax ripped through you. When you finally fell silent and motionless except for your harsh breathing Yeosang's gentle licks slowed.

"So good for me," Yeosang praises while lifting his head to smirk at you. Your juices were coating his lips, chin and cheek. Yeosang pushed up on his hands, peering down at you before bringing a hand to his mouth and wiping off his lips, cheeks, and chin with the back of it.

"I know you just came but fuck, I need to be in you." He growls low and slowly unbuckles his pants as he keeps eye contact with you, making it seem like a dangerous event. You never take your eyes off him when he crawls back over you, only to flip you over. "I want to fuck you again and again until you can't breathe. Breed you over and over and you beg me to stop."

With this position, you now could not see his face but could now feel it. He leaned over you and sucked on the back of your neck while using his other hand to grip your hips in order to force himself up into your soaked pussy. You whimper with the sudden intrusion but were still nice and loose.

As Yeosang rammed his thick and lengthy dick into you with ease, you clutched the comforters on his hotel bed. The feeling of him sliding into your raw and bare pussy made the blood rush and caused the flames in your core to become fanned by him. Yeosang groaned and buried his cock deeper into your needy hole. He whispered more vulgar things into your ear. He liked talking filthy to you because you enjoyed it so much, which only turned you on further.

"Fuck," Yeosang mumbled and grunted lowly. "This tight little omega cunt was just waiting for my cock, wasn't it?" Yeosang moaned.

As you gasped for more air, he roughly smacked your ass and plunged his dick so deep you felt as if you were going to faint. This wasn't exactly mating season yet, but with your intense heat you would've sworn it was. It was so rough and perfect you could see your slick dripping down his thighs, glistening in the dull hotel light. You would normally have the strength and self awareness to act embarrassed, but now all you cared about was riding out this heat until it passed and his knot swelled in your dripping pussy.

"P-please," you stuttered out between Yeosangs powerful thrusts, your breath hitched and tears threatened your vision as your legs quivered. "Wanna— wanna come on you. On your cock. Want you to breed me, baby."

At your begging pleas, Yeosang bit the shell of your ear. "That's it, angel. Such a good fucking omega. Good girl. Look at you."

Yeosang wasn't often one to lose himself, but with the heat-scented haze consuming him it's hard. You needed a distraction, so you allowed the warm fuzzy feeling in your chest consume your emotions.

"Tell me," he husks against your shoulder blade. "Tell me who you belong to."

Yeosang watched the roll of your spine beneath your dress as you rocked your hips and walls along his shaft, groaning in response. "I am yours," you answered, breath hitching when your clit hit against the hard bones of his hips. "I've only been yours."

You wanted to tell him to fill you up with his cum. You needed his seed. That was the goal here. His knot would form inside you. It'll leave you full for several days, and possibly even bearing his pup. Your rational self told you not to say such things aloud, but your body burned with lust. "Need your knot so bad. Please Yeosang," you gasped loudly, desperately.

"Of course, my angel," Yeosang coos in agreement. "I'll breed my little omega bitch. Fill you up."

"Hnnnnn," you groaned. Yeosang's praising sent butterflies and waves of pleasure straight to your core. You craved his praise. It meant you were being good. Being a good omega made your alpha feel good. "Want you. So badly. Love when you fill me with your cum and k-knot me. I want your p-pups. So b-bad!"

"You want my pup, angel? I'll give you a family, hm?"

Your stomach was on fire. Yeosang's pace picked up, pounding against a spot inside you that lit up every nerve. Yeosang was able to maintain composure through his pleasure. You were reduced to a drooling, sobbing mess with nothing to distract you from the heavenly pleasure filling you up.

"Can't wait til you're round and full with my pups. Everyone will know who you belong to and you'll never want anything else," He grunts between thrusts. "Your slutty hole only exists to be bred and pumped full of my load. Ain't that right, baby?"

"Y-yes," You agreed. He could feel the build up. Your body felt tighter and tighter, constricting against him as you begged for him. "My hole is so greedy for your fat knot. Please... I want to carry your pups. I need it. I'm desperate for it, Yeosang. Desperate for you."

Yeosang dragged another growl from his throat, gripping onto you impossibly tighter. "Just like I knew you'd be. Such a perfect little omega, only wanting my cum. Good girl," his words come out lower in pitch and slightly slurred as a groan bubbles past his throat. He flipped you over, your back now against the mattress and his hand planted above your head on the bed, boxing you in. The position made you whimper, almost completely pinned, and the sight of Yeosang towering over you sent you into a wave of pleasure.

"Close. I'm- fuck I'm gonna. Y-Yeosangie-" You whined, staring at him with those puppy dog eyes of yours. He loved hearing that, so it encouraged him more.

"Do it, angel. Be a good omega and cum on my cock. Then I'll mate and knot you. I'll fill you and breed you til you're bloated. Then I'll stuff you full of it again." Yeosang snarls into your collar, licking the spot where he's going to make his mark. Your nails claw down his back as you go stiff beneath him.

As soon as Yeosang's cock drilled deep and found the spongy spot inside you, all of your muscles seized up and contracted as a euphoric climax struck. He rubbed against your g-spot as well, resulting in an unstoppable wave of bliss as you rode your high and let out a scream.

Yeosang released hot spurts of semen as his dick shot its load, effectively burying his seed inside you. His knot began to swell, forcing it to plug up inside your tight cunt as he filled you up. He snarled as he locked inside you and latched onto the column of your neck, biting into the skin.

You wailed out his name, feeling the rush of his essence as your body throbbed and you came to the highest high you'd ever felt. After he was done feeding you his cum and sealing the mating process with a kiss over his mark, Yeosang lay with your naked bodies intertwined and stroking your hair while soothing your body with gentle kisses.

You lay there exhausted, face pressed into the crook of his neck and gasping.

Yeosang combed his fingers through your hair, smiling. Your body tingles with satisfaction as the last remains of the heat roll off you and you could relax in his arms, knowing he had done everything he could to please you.

"Aren't you glad I suggested you come on tour with me?" Yeosang jokes softly, peppering sweet kisses to your temple.

"Yeosang." You nudge him playfully, smiling shyly and taking a hold of his free hand, bringing it to your stomach. You could only hope a pup had successfully grown and lived within there, or it at least would try and live.

"What?" Yeosang blinks with curious eyes. His smile and cute dimples greet you, and for a second you think everything will be okay. Even if it doesn't happen right away, the future is always bright.

"I love you. So much." You tell him, pecking his lips. "And we're going to make such a good family."

Yeosang smiles at this, kissing the tip of your nose, "I love you too. More than words can express. And if we don't conceive this time, that's okay. We have a lifetime together and we will continue trying until you're full with our child."

You smile.

Yeosang was absolutely right.

You have a lifetime together.

[henneseyhoe]

Just One More| 4

Lewis Hamilton x BLACK!FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: fluff, mentions of pregnancy, smutty descriptions(nun too serious), Lewis being absolutely in love with you and your body, mentions of weight, mentions of insecurity (reader isn’t necessarily insecure though), Dad!Lewis, Curvy!Reader (usually i write for curvy girls anyway sooo), takes place back when you first had your second twins.

SUMMARY: Lewis loves your baby weight.<33

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Your body changed after pregnancy, that was undeniable. It changed with your first and it changed with your second. But this time around Lewis really noticed it. It wasn’t a bad thing, but you would rather your body how it was two years ago.

Your belly poked just a little more, your breast were heavier, your thighs were thicker, hips wider, and your pants seemed to have sized up twice. Though it had been ten months since giving birth and you were the same ole Y/N, you couldn’t help but want back what you had just a little.

But you still felt pretty, your husband made sure you did. There were moments you caught him staring a little too hard at your cleavage, earning him a slap on the arm and scolding about the children still being around.

But could you blame him? Who wouldn’t look if their wife was casually carrying around a brand new wagon on her lower back? It was practically just begging him to make passes. He tried hard not to stare too hard, he really did for the simple fact that he wasn’t sure if you were insecure like you were the first time around, but the more he resisted, the more he wanted to look.

You were just soooo fine. He couldn’t believe he had you to himself.

Sneakily, while in the phase of trying not to stare so hard, he’d pass by you in the kitchen, purposely but subtly brushing his front against your ass. Though the kitchen was big enough to do a damn cartwheel in even with a newly added peninsula, he still clung close to you.

He did it often but not enough to where you’d peep it too much, lingering touches on your hips and back along with longing eye contact until you’d break away and he’d take the opportunity to stare at your titties. He got away with it for some time until he brushed up on you one too many times in the kitchen and you caught him by the back of his collar and pulled him back towards you like a naughty dog.

“What are you doing?” You ask, already suspicious. He looks around in faked confusion, gently removing your hand away from his shirt and straightening the wrinkles you created.

“What’d you mean?”

Your head tilts at him with ‘Seriously?..’ written all over your face.

“Is there some kind of force field in the kitchen you can’t get by? Because you have been all up behind me all morning, sir” You pressed, taking a sip of your tea as you watch him attempt to come up with an excuse.

From that point on he knew he had been caught and stopped caring to hide it. It went from little touches and hidden glances to smacking your ass as you walked by him, leaving you a flustered mess, and shameless stares that made you wanna scream into a pillow to gather yourself.

Once you popped out socially and revealed your body to the world, there were mixed comments like always but nothing changed the views you had of yourself as you continued to move forward, and your husband just made it better for you.

It wasn’t always lust in his eyes, he just genuinely loved how he was here to watch nearly every stage of you. From young adult to a grown woman with a grown woman’s body (that he daydreamed about ravishing), constantly changing in beautiful ways not even he could fathom from a males perspective.

You were sexy two years ago and even sexier now, though he’d support you if you wanted to change. But until then, he would enjoy every single curve.

If you thought he was feral before, then how he was now needed a new word. He was on you like white on rice, peppered kisses on the wake up with a side of head from the back if you allowed it, which was hard not to give in to.

When he wasn’t with you or working he was with the children, masterfully getting the older twins to settle down in the living room before he’d immediately go find you in your office and make it his mission to pester you with his flirting. It was hard to be mad at him distracting you from work when he made every little word that fell from his lips sound so pretty.

“Lewis” You call, looking up from your designs to meet his gaze.

“Yes, my love?” He answers with a knowing smile.

“Stop flirting with your wife and go check on your busy bodied children”

He’d groan playfully at you, the word ‘wife’ still bringing him butterflies.

“Fine! You don’t like me today, it’s cool, I’ll change that tonight” He teased as you bashfully scold him once again, him stealing a quick kiss from your lips then making his way back out of the room to do exactly what he was told.

When night would fall he’d offer you a massage to soothe your body from the days work. Not entirely to just be a hornball but genuinely because he just liked to help. He also loved to be near you, to touch you. It was his love language and he got to express it thoroughly in these moments.

Sitting on the back of your bare thighs, he rubs warm oil into your recently washed skin, watching as his fingers dragged along your shoulders and sides, pressing into your back with his thumbs and massaging out whatever felt tense. You moaned happily and he smiles, leaning down and placing a kiss on your neck.

It was times like this that really made you admire the man you chose to be yours.

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💌~ i wanted to make this into an actual smut but i got sleepy so fuck it 😭

[orimuraa]

˚.🎀༘⋆This that pretty girl mantra - OT7

(synopsis) ❀ enhypen’s reaction to your group performing at a music show for the first time 𓍯𓂃

ot7 enhypen x fem idol!reader ❀ fluff ❀ featuring aespa, nwjns, ive, and babymonster ❀ petnames, kisses ❀ wc 812

𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈 - 이희승

"whew! great work ynnie!! uri maknae did so well!!" karina cheered, making little fists and waving them in the air. it was your first time performing at an award show and it was extra special cause your boyfriend's group was also there. winter let you go find heeseung, knowing he would want to congratulate you and all the lovey dovey stuff. "Y/N!!! you were so beautiful and perfect oh my gosh! the performance was so amazing!" heeseung complimented, making you blush heavily. "thank you hee. i'm glad you were here to watch," you said, tip-toeing to kiss his cheek. "gosh, i can't believe my girlfriend is so talented," heeseung chuckled, causing you to blush once more.

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 - 박종성

as you finished your performance, you scanned the crowd nervously to see their reactions. it was you and your group's first performance at an award show and all of you had been very nervous about how the reactions would be. but through the crowd of lightsticks and screams, you saw one smile that was the only one that ever mattered to you. jay's. he met you backstage since enhypen was getting ready to perform in a bit. "baby!! you did so amazing! you blew me and the whole crowd away!! i'm so proud of you," he smiled, kissing you and twirling you around in his arms. "thank you jongie," you giggle, still a bit out of breath from your performance. you could definitely get used to this.

𝑺𝒊𝒎 𝑱𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒖𝒏 - 심재윤

"great performance today ynnie! let's continue to work hard together!" your leader, yujin, cheered. "now go find your boyfriend." she smirked, raising her eyebrows at you. you playfully push her and then run off to find jake. "princess? is that you? OH MY GOSH YOU DID AMAZING!" he exclaimed, jumping up immediately to give you a big, fat, smooch. "i'm so proud of my princess! you literally blew my mind away!! i'm so, so, so proud!!" he wiped at a few fake tears. "oh stopp, you're making me blush," you giggle, looking down at your feet. "well, this calls for a celebration dinner together!! and you can't say no," he smiles cheekily, pointing a finger at you to make a point. he really was your number one fan.

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 - 박성훈

"hey doll! i'm so proud of you! that performance was the best in the show!" sunghoon smiled, his fangs showing. "aww, you flatter me too much! obviously your's was the best!" you blush. sunghoon then pulls you into his arms, kissing your head and whispering into your ear: "i'm serious. i'm so proud of you baby." and the two of you just stay like that for a bit. he had been so reassuring and calmed all the nerves you had about your first performance at an award show like this and it really helped. you were so thankful to have someone like him who knew exactly how you were feeling. sunghoon was your biggest supporter for sure.

𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐 - 김선우

"and your makeup look?? ateee!!" sunoo exclaimed. you were both sitting on your bed, discussing the award show that happened a couple hours earlier. it was your first performance at an award show and all of you definitely had the nerves. but sunoo made sure to tell you how good you looked in your stage outfit and makeup look, making you blush and hide. "great job today babes. i'm so proud of you," he whispered, pulling you into an embrace. sunoo always knew how to make you feel oh so loved.

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒘𝒐𝒏 - 양정원

"ynnie? i think jungwon was looking for you," dani said, taking off her in ear. "oh thank you eonnie! i'll see you guys back at the dorm!" and with that, you ran off to find your boyfriend. "wonnie!!" the man turned around, a smile immediately forming at the sight of you running towards him. "jagi! you did so so so well!! the performance was so great baby!!" he complimented, hugging you and kissing your forehead. "thank you wonnie. for always supporting me," you mumbled against his chest. "always my love. always."

𝑵𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒊 - 西村 力

"ahyeon eonnie!?!!" you yelled over the sound of the hair dryer. "please tell ruka eonnie i went to go find riki!! thank youu!" without waiting for an answer, you slipped out of the door, dashing to the enhypen waiting room. knocking three times, the handsome face of your boyfriend poked out, a smile greeting you. "ynnie!! you did so good!! the dance and vocals were amazing!" he smiled, kissing your lips as a congratulations. "may the rest of your performances always go well." as a rookie group with many expectations, you didn't want to let anyone down so you had pushed yourself past your limits, perfecting everything. riki was always your number one supporter, making sure you never pushed too hard. "thank you riks, i love you so much," you smiled, hugging him again. oh his hyungs would never let him live this down.

finallyyy!! after a gillion years, here is another ot7 work! i hope you enjoyed! feedback, reblogs, and likes are always appreciated <3

𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: @en-diaries, @k-films, @k-nets

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[stuck-writing-sickos]

In Poor Taste [P4]

[Series Link]

(Yandere × F! Reader)

[Warning: misogyny, explicit language, violence, harrassment, bodily harm]

(A/N: i see some of yall find Lukas so offputting 🎯yall not rocking with him? Why❤️What for✨️ is it his personality 💕is he vile and disgusting 🥹? do u hate him💋? Do u wanna beat his ass 🫶? )

You were never crazy about spoiled rich men. They were nothing but troubles.

He didn't expect to see a familiar face in the tight, dim, sweaty corner of Tokyo. He regretted going to this silly punk rock concert in the first place, but he did say this morning that he would go to one so he could talk to you about it. Mostly he was set on going because he wanted to try out something new, something to talk about - his peers wouldn't set foot near this underground coffee. It was unfortunate that he had no genuine interest in the music - it was loud and complicated. Unpredictable. The guitar might sound cool, but there wasn't a groove to which he could chill and bob his head or trip balls on mushroom while making out with a stranger. No trippy backdrops here - just the dim, anxiety-inducing colored stage light.

So he was there at a standing table way back, watching the crowd dance and scream. He found it strange - the hair, the makeup, the eccentric clothes. The only thing he would safely get behind was the fishnet and leather skirts that some girl really rocked. Sometimes, the girls over at the States would wear that to bars or theme nights. He liked that. He didn't like the way he feel here - half aroused, half judgemental. He would rather the tight sportwears on tanned blond surfers or yoga instructors. The ones who earned nods and hums and vile comments from his frat brothers were he to kiss and tell. Being attracted to them made him feel normal. Accepted. Approved. He wouldn't be caught dead eyeing these women.

But his friends weren't here, so he got to look. Never tell, though. Or if he did, he would say "oh, they dressed crazy", or "their eyeliner were scary", or "their piercings freak me out".

Deciding that it was time for another beer, Lukas begrudgingly went to the bar again. He felt anxious and alone, sticking out like a sore thumb. He earned quite some looks from women, but he couldn't be so sure if they liked what they see or if they could tell he was a poser who only came just to say he did it. He couldn't read their expressions, partly since he was drunk, partly because he was now considering the cultural differences, even if only for a morcel. He was made aware of it most pointedly this morning: the couple faux-pas he made with Sakamoto might have been intentional, but the guy's lack of reaction made him question how big of an insult he had put out there.

Sakamoto made him feel defensive, though Lukas decided not to dwell on it. He wasn't one to feel insecure, especially with guys like that - soft faced and soft-spoken. His big round eyes and sickly skin made him look like a woman, too. At least, Lukas would acknowledge that he was tall. But that was his only saving grace.

He wasn't explicitly aware that he was feeling more territorial over you. It wasn't about you anyway, it was by default. Even in the past, he had done these things - putting down other men to get to women. They were his wingmen, he would justify, they weren't supposed to outshine him. When it was his turn to wingman, he definitely let his brothers dog on him for days. It was common and understandable. If anything, Sakamoto should make ways for him. A girl like you wouldn't suit that guy - he was too uptight and serious. What would two high-strung people do together? You should be with someone who know what a good time is. Also, he saw something Sakamoto didn't - a glimpse of your tattoo. Those family-man wouldn't know how to deal with that. How would he take bring that up to his family? They would freak. Even his sister's "31:25" tattoo freaked his parents out, and they were already the most liberal rich family in his neighborhood.

Yeah, Sakamoto should leave you to him.

Settling in on a barstool, he ordered another beer, then repeat himself when the bartender couldn't quite make out what he was trying to say.

Lukas let his eyes scan the people sitting near him. Only a few, he noticed. It wasn't a crazy crowd to begin with.

After this beer, he'd go home.

As the bartender come back with his bottle, Lukas noticed something he didn't expect. From the crowd, you emerged, making your way toward the bar. He blinked, trying to see if he was mistaken.

No... that was definitely you.

All black from head to toes, you treaded silently like a death omen, your sleek heels clicking. Your short sleeved turtle neck and your tight pants started a heat within his chest. Your face wasn't any different, though - just the usual look. No crazy eyeliner, no bold dark lipstick. Seemed like you did not come here to impress the crowd.

You didn't notice him. Hopping onto a stool at the other end with your back facing him, you ordered something.  You knew Japanese, or just enough to get by. A lot of expats got to that point eventually.

Lukas debated on confronting you about your lies - you said you would be at dinner with a friend. Or maybe he could do that tomorrow.

He didn't peg you for such a casual liar.

Lukas hatched another plan: he could observe you, and see how deep your lies could go. Sipping on his beer, he followed your movement. You adjusted in your chair, still with that calm manner you carried yourself. Then, his eyes rested on your skin left bare by the bold backless top. You looked good, but clueless. Would you know the implications of such a shirt? The way your body moved in it... men would think you were asking for troubles. Bad men. Asshole men who didn't know they were pigs. At least he had the decency to admit that he was a pig, but he was an honest pig who respected women. He was a pig who knew to ask once, then if rejected a couple more time just to make sure, then he would leave it alone. Most pigs wouldn't know to even ask.

You sipped on your pink cocktail. That was cute. Your right now style reminded him of those ravebabes he met during spring break, but you were more subtle and quiet. Your movement were less urgent, and your clothes were less exposing. It was a nice feminine touch.

Your moment of rest didn't seem to last long. A man had chosen to sit down right next to you. This man was lanky, dressed in a very unbuttoned black button-down. He started to chatter, first in Japanese, then in English. Another sleazeball trying to test out his games. Lukas wondered when would be appropriate to interfere.

Your body language made it clear you weren't interested, but not afraid. Immediately covering your drink, you tried to turn your body away. The man seemed not to mind. If anything, his speech seemed more excited, his hands moving around like a stupid puppet. Desperate, Lukas thought, that was not a good look.

Deciding your half-finished drink wasn't safe anymore, you laid it on the bar and stepped down, trying to leave. Upon this, the man caught your wrist, forcing you to turn his way. Lukas' stomach twisted - here it was, the moment where he step it and scare off this asshole.

A loud, off-tune note shred through the music. Lukas looked at the stage. The band played on, but it seemed there was a technical issues with the guitarist.

The momentary distraction cost him his chance to intervene. When he turned his eyes back to you, he was hit with a strange scene - in a swift movement you twisted your arms around the man's and grabbed onto his forearm, forcing it down so hard he stumbled. Your face, now turned sideway during the commotion, was eerily calm when you talked. Lukas heard "Sir... I said no."

The man said something in Japanese, something that sounded bitter. Probably a curse word. Lukas jumped off his seat just as the stranger swung with his free arm to slap you across the face. The bartender seemed to have decided that whatever was going on was enough, and she rushed to you. Before she could, you clenched your idle fist and landed an uppercut so hard the harrasser let out a cartoonish "oof", his limp fingers releasing you as he stumbled backward, hitting right against the bouncer who appeared as if from the shadow.

Something in Lukas awakened in that moment. Your stone cold feature and your bruised knuckle left him slack-jawed. He stepped closer, intending to ask if you were okay. Once again, he was interrupted.

"Sir and ma'am, please explain what happened", the burly bouncer commanded. The pathetic guy excitedly tried to speak, but you only crossed your arms and watched. Your eyes was set on the sad attempt at vidication, but you were patient to let him finish his spiel.

"Is it true that you attacked this gentleman unprovoked, ma'am?"

"I apologize for the commotion, sir", your bowed, hands now hanging right atop your knees. Pulling yourself back up, you continued, "this young man seemed to have taken my rejection poorly, and he had slapped me across my face. I understand that my punch was unseemly, but I did that in an attempt to protect myself. He had gotten ahold of my arms and hit me, so I was fearing for the worst."

The bouncer's scowled, but he decided that he had heard it all. His big hand grabbed onto the stranger's wrist, and together they exited out the backdoor.

The fight definitely grabbed some attention. Lukas stood watching you look around, soaking in the side eyes. Taking in a breath, you dusted yourself off and hopped back onto a barstool. The thick, moist, cigarette-dense air fell heavy in Lukas' lungs. He felt his heart drumming, his body hot from an excitement he couldn't surpress. Something about the way you fought hit him like ecstasy.

He wondered if your punch hurts.

Lost in the unprecedented euphoria, he could only gaze at you as some women came up and asked if you were okay. You reassurred them with a familiar smile, one he had seen you wore at work. Your voice was soft again as you thanked the chirpy crowd for their concerns.

Lukas didn't say anything to you that night. He went home and let the image of you and your victorious knuckle bruises lull him to sleep.

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"Do you need me to find out who he is?"

Yuki wasn't happy when he asked that. The sight of your bandaged hand and the medical patch on your face stirred his stomach with guilt.

"No, of course not", you shook your head, "I'm fine! Really, it was nothing."

Yuki pursed his lips. The lunch he packed himself suddenly tasted like cardboard.

He tried to make it easier by reminding himself that at least Lukas didn't push to have lunch with you today. In fact, the guy had been stoic for the entire morning. Even though you weren't around, Lukas had somehow been working on his computer silently instead of sprawling on his chair like a slacker. Perhaps you had reminded him about his attitudes at work?

If you did, Yuki was impressed that the newbie knew to listen. He didn't think that kid would be the type to do so.

"Sakamoto, please don't worry. I had fun, and your set was great."

He looked down. He knew he wasn't directly to blame, though the guilt never went away- he was well-acquainted with this sort of harrassment. Right in his childhood home he had witnessed worse. What grated him the most was the silence afterward. The way his mother's frail form would hunch, casting a bent shadow on the shoji, her hands cupping her face. He was too young and small to do anything but stand in the hallway and watch as she eventually moved, mute and rigid. He heard the folds of her clothes creasing against one another and the floorboard barely creaking under her feet.

She couldn't have fought back. She was sickly. When he grew into his middle school uniform, Yuki tried to fight on her behalf but his teenage body bounced off his father's sturdy chest. His father was a merciless man, strong like the grey stone wall surrounding their mansion. Yuki remembered the disappointment in the old man's voice as he lamented "my only son is emotional like a woman, and weak like one, too."

"I see...", he said to you, his voice weary. He didn't know what else to say. He didn't want to bring up the fact that when he saw your tug of war, he let his hand slip across the strings, messing up the song. He had planned to jump off the stage, but his lead singer had tugged on his sleeve and eyed the bouncer who was already coming your way. What was there to tell you? He couldn't say that he had almost done something. Either he did something or he did nothing. In this case, he did nothing. Yuki tried to find solace in the fact that you held your own, but he couldn't. You shouldn't have to, not right in front of a friend.

Another wave of bitterness hit him when he remembered Lukas standing there watching, hesitant to interfere, tall and awkward like an useless telephone pole. Yuki wondered if he should bring Lukas up, but he decides against it. He didn't want you to feel worse - a friend and a junior watching you getting hit, that would not brighten anyone's day. He felt sorry for you to have to deal with two cowards.

Well, if he couldn't feel better, the least he could do was to keep you from feeling worse. He had been of no help with his stupid sad face. After all, this should not be about him. Yuki shamefully put his feelings in the corner as he tried to think of something that would cheer your up.

"Hey, would you like to check out a cat cafe this weekend with me?"

Your eyes lit up.

"Really?"

"Yeah. It's right down the street from where I live. I have been meaning to visit, but it would be awkward to go alone."

Yuki already visited. He liked their cakes and tea. Still, he saw no harm in a little white lie to make his invitation seem more natural. He would hate for you to get the idea that he felt obliged to make up for what happened. That would be a transactional spin on what was supposed to be a gesture of friendship.

"That would be so nice! I also was hoping to relax a little lately..."

The knot in his chest unraveled at that.

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You were intimidated by Lukas' switch-up. Since morning, he was quiet. Upon seeing your bruises, he asked what happened, to which you gave a vague respond about tripping on the sidewalk. No more inappropriate attempts of flirting nor small talks - he appeared to be engrossed in the tasks you handed to him. You found it simultaneously nice and unnerving, so a part of you were glad that you were scheduled to teach until lunch. You were worried that if you were near him for too long, you wouldn't be able to resist asking him what triggered this change.

You thought of asking him to join you and Sakamoto for lunch, remembering the agreement you had made the day prior. Though, by the time you reached the lounge, he was getting ready to leave. "Please don't mind me", he said with an oddly soft smile, "I need to pick up something at the convenient store nearby. I hope you and Mr. Sakamoto have a good meal". His out of character veneered grin hit you like a brick.

By the time afternoon rolled by, Lukas occupied only a corner of your mind. You were mowing through the last days of school, teaching, writing, planning the end of year school festival. When you landed from the whirlwind and came back to the lounge for your last hour, you barely noticed the junior colleague who was still hunched over his laptop. Brushing past him, you got settled. Your tense body completely dropped its guards as you melted in your chair.

Your gaze met with a bottle of cold green tea in your cubicle. From the thin condensation, you figured it hadn't been around for long.

"Afternoon", Lukas' voice echoed from the other side of your corner, "you seemed tired. It's not much, but I hope you feel a little more refreshed drinking that."

"Mr. Lukas... it's so nice of you. I'm embarrassed to not have anything in return."

He didn't move to look at you.

"Don't mind it! You had a long day."

His tone was cool and distant, a long shot from the flirtatiousness you had to suffer so far.

"Really, thank you, Mr. Lukas. I do like this brand a lot, so this definitely made me feel better."

There was a quick pause before he spoke again: "I'm glad."

He moved at last, turning to you. You missed his gaze as you twisted open the cap and took a sip.

"If you don't mind, I would love your opinion on the powerpoints I made so far."

"Of course", you nodded, rolling your chair his way. He arched back, giving you the space to take a look

Your attention was on the mistakes he had made. You had a flaw: you were a perfectionist. Despite your lack of vocal reaction, you knew you could be critical when you saw someone take over your work incorrectly. It comes with expertise. Still, you had trained yourself to manage the uneasiness and maintain an encouraging attitude - something your close friends called "softening the blow".

You often forget, though, that your face could betray you.

"Okay, you did great so far", you said, neglecting to meet his eyes, "but I want to make some notes here. Would you mind?"

"Not at all."

For someone so surprisingly tough, you lacked an eye for details. You didn't see the look on him as he watched your hardening face and bandaged knuckle as if he was starving.

[adrienneleclerc]

We’re on a world tour (like beyonces renaissance tour) and it’s opening night in London. Charles being with Arthur Pierre and kika and their reaction + them being in the pit. Also, Charles and our oldest daughter coming out to dance on stage like how blue Ivy did with bey. And the grids’ reactions + other celebrities being there for opening night!!!😅❤️

What happened to “hello”? “How are you?” “My name is”? I’m kidding. ANYWAY, sorry it took me so long so I really hope you liked it and I am so sorry if you didn’t. Since you said “oldest daughter”, Charles and Y/N have 3 kids.

World Tour

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Singer! Reader

Summary: Y/N starts her world tour in London and kicks off the tour with a huge surprise

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: mix of social media and written fic, because of the ages of the kids, we could make it so charles and Y/N got married at 18 and started their family at 19 so charles is still 26, OR married at 21, family at 22 so he’s 29, completely up to you. So this could take place in 2027 or 2024, it doesn’t matter. Also, her performance photos/video outfits are not consistent, sadly.

Y/N was backstage doing her makeup when her daughter, Juliana, who everyone calls ‘Jules’, walks in with a hairbrush in her hand

“Mami, Can you brush my hair?” Jules asked. Y/N turned to her and smiled.

“Sure, baby. How many knots are in your hair?” Y/N asked, taking the brush from Juliana’s hand

“A lot, I can’t get them out.” Jules said. Y/N got a detangling spray from her vanity to spray in her daughter’s hair.

“It should be easier to get it out now. You excited to dance with me, princesa?” Y/N asked.

“I’m nervous. What if I mess up the routine to ‘Arranca’ and I get booed?” Jules asked. Y/N spun her around so they were facing each other.

“Mi amor, you won’t get booed. Besides, you are 7 years old, no one expects you to be perfect. And guess what, you are still going to sing a song with me.” Y/N said.

“Can we sing ‘como la flor’, mami?” Jules asked and Y/N smiled.

“Any song you want, baby.” Y/N said and kissed her forehead.

Charles was sitting with his 4 year old son, Santiago, who’s nickname is “Santi”, his brother Arthur, Pierre, and Kika.

“Where’s sissy?” Santi asked.

“She’s with your maman, mon coeur.” Charles replied.

“I can’t believe you brought him to the concert, Charles.” Arthur said.

“It would be unfair to leave him in the hotel room with Dot’s (Dorothea) nanny while Jules gets to be here with us.” Charles said.

“I think it’s cute that Charles brought Santi.” Kika said. “How old is Dot now by the way?”

“She is 8 months old now.” Charles said and Kika cooed.

“You took him to the bathroom, right?” Pierre asked,

“Of course I did, I’m not an idiot, mate.” Charles said.

“Why is Jules with Y/N?” Arthur asked.

“I Don’t know, Jules asked if she could go backstage with Y/N and Y/N said she was okay with it.” Charles said.

“Yeah, she had the right idea, do you see how packed it is?” Kika asked. Charles stood up, holding Santi’s hand the entire time.

“Yeah, my Y/N has a lot of fans from all over the world.” Charles commented the lights turned off and the crowd started screaming, Charles saw Santi put his hands over his ears so he got out Santi’s headphones from his backpack and put them on him, carrying him so he will be able to see his mom.

Y/N came out on stage with her first performance outfit.

“Ah, she looks so good!” Kika fangirled.

“Yeah, she does.” Charles smiled fondly.

“How we doing tonight, London?” Y/N asked the crowd and they cheered. “Wow, I can’t believe I’m starting my world tour here. It seems insane to me but it’s also the same weekend as the British Grand Prix so of course it makes sense to start here.” The crowd cheered, clearly having an overlap of F1 fans and Y/N fans. “If you have been a fan of mine for years and have been to my concerts before, hi, it’s so nice to have you come back. If you’re a long term fan but haven’t been to my concert, I am so glad that you are finally able to come. Lastly, if you’re a new fan or your sibling, bestie, partner, child, or even parent dragged you here tonight, welcome! You are going to have a fun time, I promise.” Y/N said and the soundboard person started the instrumental track of her song ‘Fulanito’

“If y’all know this song, sing along, mis amores!” Y/N said. “Que manera, como él consigue de mí lo que quería, quedé partía desde la primera, haciendo lo que no hace cualquiera, y no sale tan bien…” Y/N started singing. Her backup dancers joined her on stage for the performance and they finished that song. There was a ton of applause. “All right, before we start this next song, I’m pretty sure everyone knows I’m married.” Y/N said, putting her hand up to show off the ring Charles bought her once he started making good money in Formula 1 and the crowd cheered. “We have a little family, 3 children to be exact, and my daughter’s dream is to be a performer like me. So everyone clap your hands together for my daughter, Juliana!”

“Sissy!” Santi said, perking his head up.

“Yeah, It’s You’re sister, Santi.” Charles said, they all clapped and Charles saw Jules walk on stage and hugged her mom before standing next to one of the dancers before the music of ‘Arranca’ started playing, Jules was following the dance exactly and she looked like she was having a great time. Charles took out his phone to record his little girl dancing with his wife, when the song ended, Jules hugged Y/N and Y/N squatted down to give Jules’s a kiss on her forehead.

“Give it up for my daughter, everyone! Before my baby goes, she wanted to sing a song with me so I gotta do it.” Y/N sat down on the edge of the stage, Jules following her and the soundboard guy started playing the music of “como la flor” by Selena Quintanilla. Charles took photos of that too.

The concert ended an hour and a half later.

“Hey guys, thank you for coming with me.” Charles told Pierre and Kika, carrying Santi who is sleeping.

“No problem, we had a fun time.” Pierre said.

“Yes! Please ask Y/N if she’ll let me borrow the outfit she wore when she sung Sin Pijama, it’s so cute.” Kika said. Charles laughed.

“Sure Kika, I’ll ask her.” Charles said. Pierre and Kika left and Charles walked with Arthur backstage. When they entered, they saw Jules practicing her dance.

“Papi!” Jules said, hugging Charles. “Did you like my dance? I practiced with Daniela (dancer).”

“You were amazing, sweetie, but call me papa.” Charles said. Jules let go,

“I like papi better.” Jules said before hugging Arthur. “Tio, you liked how I sung?”

“You did really well, and it’s oncle.” Arthur said.

“Fine, oncle.” Jules said and she sat down on the couch. Y/N came out in short and a hoodie.

“Muñeco, Arturito, is Santi sleeping?” Y/N asked.

“Yeah, He’s a little tired, but he was dancing to most of your set, you were amazing out there, Mon coeur.” Charles said, kissing her.

“Yes, you were great, didn’t know you were such a great dancer.” Arthur said.

“Yeah, i took classes when I was younger. Let’s go back to the hotel so we could Santi in bed.” Y/N said, rubbing Santi’s back.

“Yeah, Let’s go.” Charles said.

They go to their hotel, Arthur goes to a different room, charles Charles enters their shared hotel room to get Santi ready for bed while Y/N went to the nanny’s hotel room to get Dot. When Y/N enters their hotel room, Jules and Santi are in their pajamas, he’s sleeping and she’s brushing her teeth.

“Mami, Can we go to iHop tomorrow?” Jules asked.

“Do we have time for breakfast before going to your race?” Y/N asked Charles while putting Dot in her portable crib.

“Yeah we have time, we justa have to wake up early.” Charles said.

“I’m okay with that.” Jules said, she got into bed and fell asleep.

“Thank you for coming to my concert tonight.” Y/N said.

“Yeah, Pierre and Kika loved it, she loved your last outfit by the way, she wants to borrow it by the way.” Charles said, changing into his pajamas

“Yeah, she can borrow it after the tour.” Y/N said

“I am so proud of you, you know. We’re both in a really good place in our careers” Charles said.

“Thank you, i love you.” Y/N said.

“I love you too.” Charles said, kissing Y/N.

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charles_leclerc My princess and my queen singing and dancing together, what more could mask for? The Y/N Leclerc concert was a blast, Santi enjoyed it, my brother enjoyed it, what a great way to have fun before the Grand Prix

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y/n_leclerc love you, muñeco! Glad you had a good time

valeinallcaps yes! F1 driver supporter his Latina Queen, love to see it

maxverstappen1 Kelly and P loved her too! P won’t stop singing “Shower” on the way back from the concert

georgerussell63 Carmen had to tell me what the lyrics meant and I think she sang “MAMIII” a little too hard

danielricciardo she had me dancing in the mirror and singing in the shower this morning, best concert ever!

pierregasly Kika has her tickets for the Paris show, she’s obsessed.

oscarpiastri Lily really wanted to go but it was sold out 😢

charles_leclerc im sure Y/N will have another show in London soon

User32 NO WAY!!! I was there too!

User12 him going to her concert is iconic

User28 the grid going to her concert is iconic

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y/n_leclerc Thank you so much London, you guys were absolutely amazing, thank you for making Jules’s first performance special. Next stop is Dublin!

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sabrinacarpenter loved your performance outfits, they’re so you! We need to collab!

selenagomez never been happier to be in London than last night!

mileycyrus you have such an amazing stage presence

dualipa whenever you’re in LA…

joejonas 100/10 concert right there!

reneerapp that’s mother right there

sukiwaterhouse it was such a great show, loved that you brought your daughter out

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francisca.cgomes she is an iconic, a legend, and she is the moment. But bestie, where did you get that outfit?!?

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y/n_leclerc its custom made, babe, you could borrow it after the tour!

User31 she’s so real for that

The End

I really hope y’all liked it!

[vanteguccir]

── ୨୧ !　𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗠𝗘?

　　　　　　　　　𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

SUMMARY: Where Y/N is a worldwide famous singer, but her favorite thing in the world is hearing Chris singing just for her.

WARNING: None.

REQUESTED?: No.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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When you are a world-famous singer who performs at least once a month, tours every year, models, acts, does interviews, is looked at everywhere by papparazzi and scouts, has articles published about you - often with false information -, it was safe to say that Y/N needed a place to rest, and hers was next to Chris.

Her resting with him was many things: spending hours marathoning mindless movies on the couch wrapped in a fluffy blanket and her boyfriend's arms, or when she could lay on Chris's lap and sink into a new book; sometimes it was when her house shared with the triplets smelled like her favorite cake, or when she spent the day making a new DIY that she found on tiktok...

Y/N was a girl with simple tastes, she didn't need much to be impressed, just a few minutes next to Chris were enough for her to feel like the luckiest girl in the world and finally be able to relax her body completely, getting rid of the adrenaline of having a life as an artist.

Don't get me wrong, Y/N loved her profession, since she was little her biggest dream was to be able to perform in front of a crowd and show her talent, and her fans provided that for her; seeing a sea of ​​people in front of her singing along to a song she composed made her see stars, the adrenaline that coursed through her veins when she picked up her pink microphone and could walk, dance, run and jump around the stage freely while singing the lyrics that referred to important moments in her life was incredible.

But nothing compared to waking up next to Chris in the morning and finding the sleepy face she loved so much along with his husky morning voice, or cooking homemade food for them and receiving a hug from behind that was always accompanied by "I love you so much". No moment in front of interviewers with overpriced magazines compared to when Chris won a round of one of his video games and got up from his chair with an excited scream, running over to where Y/N was and showering her with kisses.

Don't even remind me of the thousands of butterflies that flew together in Y/N's stomach when Chris wrote one of his love letters to her, delivering it along with several sweets and chocolates that she was addicted to - a weekly event in their lives.

Y/N's professional life was hectic and tiring, when she wasn't on a plane going from one country to another, she was in a studio recording a new song, or on a famous program answering very controversial questions.

So, when her busy day's were over and she could simply be Y/N, she would go straight into Chris's arms, where she knew she would receive comfort and security.

And that's exactly what she did today. After a turbulent day in the studio recording her new songs, making wrong high notes and having to redo them, crossing out written verses and rewriting them, the girl just wanted to get home and dive into her boyfriend's arms.

Y/N slowly closed the door to her shared room with Chris, her eyes wandering to the low lights and the almost imperceptible sound coming from the television, which was turned on in a random series.

Chris was already in bed dressed in his pajamas, the fluffy gray blanket covering his body up to his shoulders. He had his eyes almost closed from the intense tiredness, but he seemed to fight against it.

That was another thing that Y/N loved about Chris, regardless of what time she came home, he would always be waiting for her awake - more or less.

The girl walked with light steps to the nightstand on her side of the bed, taking the remote control and turning off the television, complete silence settling in the room.

"Hey, I didn't hear you coming." The brunette's sleepy voice caught Y/N's attention, who turned her face towards him, seeing him still lying in the same position, but with his blue eyes now very much open and looking at her. Probably having "woken up" due to the lack of the background sound.

"Hi my love, I just arrived. I'm just going to take a shower and come to bed with you." Y/N responded in a whisper.

"Okay." He said softly, looking at her from below with doe eyes.

Y/N leaned over the bed momentarily, sealing her lips over Chris' soft ones for a few seconds before getting up again and walking to the bathroom.

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Y/N opened the bathroom door, the steam from the hot shower escaping momentarily as she crossed to the bedroom, already in her pajamas, before closing it again.

She walked slowly to the bed, seeing Chris lying on his side and holding his phone with one of his hands, looking more awake than before - or trying to -, the screen brightness turned to a minimum as his thumb scrolled through his Instagram feed.

Chris lifted his head slightly when he heard her approaching, a lazy smile stretching across his face as he stretched slowly, locking the screen of his phone and briefly placing it on top of his bedside table. He opened his arms, waiting for his girlfriend to lay there.

Y/N returned the smile, lifting the gray blanket and laying down on her side of the bed, snuggling in before burying herself in Chris's arms. She ran her nose down his neck, breathing in the fresh scent of soap on his skin, caressing the sensitive spot with her lips.

His hands circled her shoulders, a sigh of pleasure escaping his lips at the comfort that the warmth post-bath of Y/N's body provided. The girl lifted her left hand, running it through Chris' hair, brushing his bangs out of his eyes.

"How was your day?" Chris asked softly a few seconds later, his blue eyes taking in his girl's tired features.

The deep sigh that escaped her mouth was answer enough for him: tiring.

"Did you eat anything? Are you hungry?" He continued, lifting his right hand - which was previously on Y/N's waist - and taking her left hand from his own hair, bringing it to his lips and sealing the soft skin for a few seconds, keeping his attention on her face.

"I had lunch, honey, I'm not hungry." She replied, a tired smile appearing on her lips at his affectionate gesture.

"Don't you want me to get you a snack? Lunch was many hours ago, kitten." Chris intertwined their fingers, only receiving a shake of her head.

"Can you sing f'me?" Y/N asked in a low, weak tone, her words barely noticeable.

A goofy smile grew on Chris's face, his eyes shining with excitement and love. He adored it when his singer girlfriend asked him to sing for her, it seemed too ironic to be true, but that was exactly what Y/N adored most.

"What do you want today? Rap, pop or rock?" He teased, a soft chuckle escaping Y/N's lips as she rolled her eyes, intertwining their legs together and scooting closer to him, laying her head on his shoulder, placing a little kiss on the region.

"Anything is fine, I just want to hear you sing." She asked, eager to listen her boy's soft voice against her ear.

"Y/N baby, I dedicate this one for you." He joked, a smile on his voice before he started to sing a song that he knew that was one of his girl's favorite. "Stay bugging out, days on end..." Chris began slowly, resting his chin on his girlfriend's head, his voice now sounding hoarse and low, intensifying Y/N's drowsiness. "Days on end."

Her eyes began to flutter closed, her heartbeat calming down as the weight of her shoulders seemed to drain down her body, her limbs relaxing completely.

"Play this often, don't take this shit too seriously." He continued gently, stroking Y/N's back in circles with his left hand, feeling the area lose its previous tension. "Know you get insecure, wish I had more wisdom for you..."

Y/N took a deep breath lightly, allowing her mind to drift off into the world of dreams, Chris's voice becoming muffled and almost null against her ears, but her brain seemed to still register it, using it as a personal tranquilizer.

"Sleep, babe." Chris whispered after singing some more lines, noticing her closed eyes and slightly open mouth.

He pressed his lips to the top of his girlfriend's head, before snuggling closer against her body, allowing himself to sleep, Y/N's slow breathing serving as his favorite lullaby.

[uncookedfeeler]

Busty Princess 👹

Jeewon x Reader

Tags : 3k, smut

Sitting in your luxurious office, you stare at Jeewon, the star of Cignature, while you're immersed in a tense phone call with the CEO of J9 Entertainment. The conversation is cordial at first, but quickly turns into an argument. You're talking about the group's imminent comeback, and you can feel your interlocutor trying to boss you around. But he forgets one important thing: it was you who saved Cignature from the wreckage. After their old label collapsed, you took the control, investing your time, money and energy to bring these idols back from the shadows.

Your voice hardens and you say curtly:

"Don't mess with me, you little shit, it's not you who controls the future of this band anymore, IT'S ME!. Your shitty company is nothing but a bunch of imbeciles and failure like you. This band and especially Jeewon are mine now. I dictate the direction, the decisions and the outcome of their careers. So now you're going to listen to me or I assure you we'll see each other again very soon.”

There was a moment's silence on the other side of the line, then, before he could say anything, "I advise you to remember who holds the cards here. So be obedient like the little dog you are and follow my orders.”

Jeewon, observes the intensity with which you dominate this pseudo-negotiation. You can see in her eyes that she knows what this means: you are the only one who can make or break her future. One last icy word and you end the call.

As soon as you've put the phone down on the desk, you sink back into your chair and sigh in frustration.

"What a bastard this guy is, sorry for the inconvenience sweetie", you put your hands on Jeewon's hips again, since the beginning the idol is straddling you, completely naked, lovingly placing kisses and sucking on your neck, not forgetting your cock deep inside her.

"Mh mh, I rather thank you daddy, since you took over our conditions are much better, let me express my gratitude once again and for a very long time", the young woman moves her pelvis on her own initiative and continues to massage your cock with her wet hole.

She gives you a sensual look as she straddles you and throws herself head first onto your cock. Moaning, she covers your cock with her pussy juices.

"I know you like it when I do this, I can feel your cock trembling inside me," Jeewon says as you see her two huge meaty tits slapping against her skin, you'd have to be crazy not to have noticed them, her milky breasts would make any man on the planet hungry.

After seeing them on stage, Jeewon and her band stayed on your radar, the takeover was an ambitious project and far be it from you to turn them into sluts for your clubs, but Jeewon more than the others tried to make sure they thanked you in their own way, after several rejections you finally agreed to take care of your new kittens and the young females gave themselves up to you, their new "daddy".

I stretch my arms out in front of me and cradle Jeewon's breasts in the palms of my hands, savouring the weight of the firm flesh and the sucking sensation of her skin, kneading the swell of her ample breasts, "Please, please enjoy yourself, play with my breasts, my body belongs to you! Make it your toy as much as you like! 

 "Even if you don't tell me to!" I bury my fingers deep into Jeewon's breasts and knead them vigorously.

"I can feel it! My whole body feels so good～!, More on my breasts and pussy please"

As you continue to move your hips, Jeewon writhes provocatively with her body, the complex twist adding to the up and down movement of the vagina that handles your cock. A different kind of pleasure than before is given to the erect meat stick: 

"Ugggh... Damn, that's amazing...! Jeewon"

Jeewon's hip movements get bigger and bigger, the shaft that goes in and out of her body is covered with her cloudy real juice. It's like she's getting excited by lowering herself. Jeewon screams and cries with such abandon that until recently you wouldn't have thought she was a virgin.

"You can enjoy this already! What a slutty cunt you have!"

You can feel your cock growing harder as your excitement takes over. You continue to pound Jeewon's depths with your tip, pushing it hard into her.

"Oh God! Oh good!♥ Whyyyy!?Why does it feel so damn good daddy"! Forced by you to enjoy being rammed into her cervix, the pleasure in her voice is mixed with sheer confusion as she continues to moan without pause.

The entrance to her womb swells and puffs under the relentless assault of your cock. You continue to push, grinding your hips to make sure she feels it all. You had barely touched her but Jeewon's nipples were already hard and erect. It was likely that every inch of her body was capable of giving you sexual pleasure at this point. Still stroking her tits with the palm of your hand, you caught her nipples between your index finger and thumb and began to stroke them gently.

"Oh God♥! My whole body feels so good! Every part of my body is going crazy!" 

Drenched in sweat, Jeewon writhes helplessly on top of you, a trickle of saliva running down her chin from her parted lips.

And yet her pussy is still tightly clenched around your cock. It was so good and you could feel your pleasure rising.

"No way! It's getting bigger! Your dick is getting bigger inside me!♥"

Jeewon's pussy began to squeeze your cock so hard it felt like it was being crushed and you knew you couldn't hold back your orgasm much longer. 

You could feel the build-up of pleasure reaching its peak inside you, rising steadily, an urge that could not be held back any longer.

The only question left was where to dump your load of cum.

"Jeewon, I..."

"Go ahead daddy, you can come in, our pussies are yours and I'd be proud to be the first of the gang to receive your children deep inside my cunt." 

Your cock was already throbbing and about to blow its load. You grabbed both of her nipples and twisted hard. Her whole body shook violently and she stopped for a moment. 

You took advantage of this moment of weakness and grabbed her thighs, tightening your grip and jerking her hard on your cock, jamming it all the way inside her for the final frenzied rush.

You don't really want her to be pregnant yet, but you can't stop now, so you continue to thrust with your hips as her soft ass bounces on your crotch. Her body will soon give in to the pleasure and you will be free to fuck her as hard as you want and start thrusting with strength and purpose. 

"It's so fucking good, your pussy feels incredible sweetie!♥" Loud and dirty, her juices splashing everywhere. Jeewon's cries of pure pleasure fill the large room.

Her bubbling wetness foams up around your cock, constantly lubricating it and paving the way for the impending load of cum you are cooking up.

The feel of your sperm splashing against the entrance to her womb pushes Jeewon over the edge again, magnificently reigniting her orgasm. Her body throbs and thrashes as she climaxes once more, your cock caught in the epicentre of the quake, squeezed and clenched in her quivering folds, you feel a new surge of cum rising from deep inside you. 

Her howling becomes almost bestial as she climaxes again and again. More and more cum is pumping out of your cock as if you had an endless supply of it. Soon there is no more room for it inside her and it begins to pour out in thick waves. One time was all it took for her body to learn the joys of creampie sex and greedily chase after every orgasm it could get. Jeewon's pussy is still squeezing and clenching in a steady rhythm, persistently sucking on your spent cock.

"You're so good, darling, let me give you some more of that cock you love so much," you say breathlessly, luckily your little blue pills make up for your lack of cardio and you gently pull her hips down, grinding the head of your cock against her over-excited, hypersensitive cervix.

"Ohhh! Nooo!♥ Stop iiit!♥ I'm gonna cum again!♥"

You keep her going for a while longer, teasing her depths and coaxing more orgasms out of her.

"Ahaaa...♥ I'm cummiiing...♥"

Jeewon trembles weakly in your arms, tired from the exhausting orgasms, and after a while she goes almost limp, as if she had fainted... Her luscious, sweaty body falls against yours, her head crashing against your shoulder and her warm breath hitting your skin.

You whisper "That was great baby, you can rest now" as you tuck her hair behind her ear and caress her back. The young idol sleeps comfortably on top of you, her two huge tits pressed against you, which doesn't leave your huge cock indifferent. Determined to end your day with your cock pampered by the walls of Jeewon, you cover her with your shirt and jacket, place them on her shoulders and get back to work.

As the hours tick by and the paperwork piles up on your desk, all this technology around you doesn't mean you don't still have to deal with your important documents the old-fashioned way, but when you're done, you type quietly at your keyboard, going over the latest figures for this year and next. Your business is flourishing like never before, with all the positive figures and upward curves on your monitor, but nothing is perfect and certain problems remain like thorns under your feet.

You're no novice when it comes to investing. As soon as your company started to show good results some twenty years ago, you started putting your money not into companies, but into people in the entertainment business, like Jeewon and her group. And today you have a meeting with your very first investment, a former princess turned nasty bramble.

But first you have to wake up your new princess, you look at her for a moment, a smile on your face, unable to suppress the tenderness welling up inside you. Her hair falls over your shoulder and from time to time she whispers something in her sleep. She's peaceful, completely at your mercy, as if she knows you're watching, that you're there to support her.

"Hey, sweetie," you whisper softly as you stroke her hair, "nap time's over.

She moves slightly, her eyes still closed, her little face wrinkled with sleep against your chest.

"Hmm... Daddy," she mumbles, barely audible, without really waking up.

You smile affectionately and place a light kiss on her forehead.

"Daddy wants you to wake up."

She opens one eye, then the other, her little arms wrapped lazily around your neck.

"But I want to stay here, Daddy... just a little longer"

Even though she's your favourite little girl, you don't like to be made to repeat yourself, so you change your tune.

"I'm going to count to three..."

Jeewon doesn't move and you feel her pussy clamping down on you, she knows exactly what's happening and she's just waiting for you to punish her, so without even going through 1 and 2, you lift her up and slam her down on your desk to give her a single hip thrust that pierces her uterus, your tip spilling all your sperm back into your personal baby dump...

After hours of exploring and shaping her cunt, your cock finally emerges from Jeewon's pussy, the poor idol, who has just woken up, makes a satisfied face and while still lying on your desk, brings her hand up to her freshly filled hole to collect your sperm and put it in her mouth.

"Wow... look... my pussy is overflowing with your kids. But you didn't have to throw me on your desk like that, my back hurts".

You smile stupidly as you think back to the way you threw her, "Sorry babe, but you kind of pissed me off. Get dressed and get out of here, I've got an important meeting".

"I think a day at the spa for me and the girls will be enough to make it up to you. Who knows, after we've been massaged on the outside we might need someone to scratch our insides", Jeewon replies, spreading her pussy with her fingers to let out your cum, which stains the carpet.

The idea of having another orgy with the girls of Cignature does not displease you, you imagine them naked, simply dressed in white bathrobes, their voluptuous bodies freshly massaged and free of any tension, their tits ready to be devoured, not forgetting their fertile little cunts that will come in turn to milk your cock. But there is also one of them in front of you with her legs spread and determined to make you postpone your meeting.

"Are we having perverted thoughts, Dad? Is it my little pussy doing this to you, or is it coming to fuck us in the dormitory that turns you on?"

Without even answering, your body betrays you as your cock hits your own stomach and a raging erection erupts inside you.

"Oh my little rascal, just wait," you place your cock on her clit and rub it as you pick up the phone on your desk to make a call.

"It's me, tell her I'll be 20 minutes late..., no...., make it 30, thanks" You quickly hang up before taking your clothes off, this time you're going to show this little cunt how to take your cock properly.

You put your tip against her pussy and start to push it in, then stop.

"What do you say to your daddy, darling?"

"Please come," she says, opening her arms and waiting for you to join her in a loving kiss.

"But what else?" You push yourself inside her, your cock moving forward with ease, lubricated by her wetness and your sperm still inside her.

"My little pussy needs to feel her daddy's love, come and pamper the baby oven that belongs to you, come and play with my two huge milkers before your child takes possession of them."

And in your great kindness, you thrust into her as she wishes, your cock hitting her womb with full force and your lips crushing against hers to give your little princess all the attention and love she deserves.

In the 30 minutes that follow, you abandon yourself in her, in a relationship that goes beyond the framework of an employer and an employee, money and power have brought you together and since a love story between pleasure and passion that burns, your big cock and her little cunt a real slimy love story.

Later that evening:

You and Jeewon had gone way past the scheduled time and the idol had gone home by nightfall. Your repeated phone calls to reschedule your appointment had often been interrupted by Jeewon's moaning, which even through the thick walls of your office, she was unable to silence. You had no doubt that she had woken more than one colleague.

On your phone you see a huge list of notifications, all from the same conversation, that of the Cignature girls, even before reading the avalanche of messages, you go back to the source of this madness to see a video Jeewon sent a few minutes ago, her phone seems to be resting on a piece of furniture next to the toilet and you see the young woman sitting naked on the toilet:

"Girls, look at the presents daddy gave me this afternoon," she says, showing her neck filled with clearly visible hickeys, her breasts still bearing the marks of your fingers and her aureola bright red with teeth marks. Then she takes the phone in her hand, as if to take a selfie, and points it at her crotch, which she spreads to show her pussy dripping with sperm, which is slowly dripping into the toilet.

"You see the marker pen lines on the bottom of my tummy, daddy made them every time he dumped his nasty cum in my sweet cunt, daddy I'm sorry I didn't say anything but my pussy is terribly fertile today so with all you've pumped into me I think I'm going to end up pregnant ....", the idol finishes her sentence before laughing. "I took Chloe's pills from her room, she doesn't need them anymore anyway, look, I'll make sure you can still fill me up as much as you want," the young woman dips the pill into the cum dripping from her slit and swallows it in one go before sticking out her tongue and concluding the video.

Well aware of the mess that is about to fall on you, you scroll slowly to read the conversations between the girls, at first they seem to be shocked by what they have just seen, but quickly their minds of little hottie start and engage in a battle to know who has the most lovely mouth, the most beautiful breasts and the most stunning pussy, for the pleasure of your eyes, the girls begin to send photos of their assets as proof, Each girl brags about her sexual prowess and starts to create categories such as who can go the longest without coming on your cock, who will be the last to get pregnant without contraception, who will make you come the fastest with her mouth, a real award ceremony is organised between the girls and then, as a good and terrible leader, Jeewon suggests that the girls let you decide who deserves what the next time you visit them.

You put your phone down, afraid you won't be able to resist going now, and go home more agitated than ever.

[wayward-dreamer]

Do Something About It

Square/s filled: Free space @jacklesversebingo |

Pairing: Jensen x F!Reader

Word count: 2,056

Summary: Y/N goes to the Radio Company concert in Austin to support her boyfriend, but gets more out of the show than she thought she would.

Warnings: Swearing, sweaty Jensen (yes that comes with its own warning), smut: dirty talk, bathroom sex, public sex, v fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it up people), fluff.

A/N: I've been working on this one literally since the concert happened, and it took finally being in the same room as @hintsofhoney (still can't believe that happened!) for me to finish it lol Thanks for beta'ing babe! Happy reading everyone!

The room was sweltering.

No one could figure out if it was hotter inside or outside, but it was probably the former considering the scorching display in front of the crowd. The band was electrifying, the backup singers were angelically soulful, Steve was absolutely crushing it but Y/N only had eyes for one man on that stage.

Beads of sweat dripped down the length of Jensen’s neck, the vein glistening as he threw his head back, combed his hands through his drenched locks and stood in front of the mic again. The black tank he wore exposed his muscular arms, a rare sight which was gladly received. The heat was getting to everyone, but his presence in the room was either making it more manageable or worse. She couldn’t decide. She suddenly wished she could’ve been at the first night’s show as well. Maybe it could’ve prepared her better for what she was currently witness to. Or maybe it would've been the precursor to this final nail in the coffin.

Between the way he looked and the way he sounded - that deep husk that only increased as he sang - the need to squeeze her thighs together grew. The perspiration that ran down her back was nothing compared to the wetness between her legs the longer she stood to the side of the room. Just about every erotic thought she had about him came to mind, her brain not knowing when to chill out and forgetting she was in public. All she knew was she needed a cold drink and even colder shower once this was over. Or maybe her vibrator and some time alone with those thoughts was what she really needed. Or maybe she needed him; those strong arms around her, hands bruising her skin in the best way possible, his cock slamming into her roughly…

She dropped her head, closing her eyes and willing those images away, but it was no use. Especially when she looked up again and caught a glimpse of his gaze on her through the crowd, his green eyes intensely focused on her as he crooned the last words of the song. With his attention solely on her for what felt like forever but in actuality was probably only a moment, she knew she’d have to give way to the fantasies.

His cute little dance and sultry roll of his hips as the beat played out only added to her wild imagination, and as Steve announced the last song she was more than grateful. The first thing to do was splash water on her face and calm the fuck down once this was over.

As the final number reached its crescendo, the crowd cheered and applauded as the band continued with their incredible energy. With one last riff, the boys said their goodbyes and walked off the stage, the room going dark as the people still clapped and whistled. As the house lights came on, Y/N followed behind a group of people as they made their way to the exit. Spotting the sign for the restrooms, she walked towards it, going down the narrow hallway. Just as she reached the women’s, she heard the door across the hall open behind her and a tug on her hand, dragging her back. She almost screamed, but the hands at her waist turned her around and pulled her close, a pair of familiar green eyes staring down at her.

“Fuck, you scared me!” she exclaimed, slapping his sweaty, tattooed arm.

He hummed, leaning into her neck and pressing a soft kiss to her pulse. “Sorry, darlin’. Didn’t mean to.”

“How’d you know I was coming this way, anyway?” she asked, her hands resting on his soaked tank.

“I had a feeling,” he shrugged, his face close to hers.

His lips captured hers in a long, sultry kiss. The kind that always had her needing air as soon as he pulled away. Only this time it deepened as he walked her back towards the sink, his mouth refusing to leave hers as he bent a little, supporting her thighs and lifting her onto the ledge. Her legs instantly wrapped around him, her arms draped over his broad shoulders as her fingers played with his wet locks. An obscene moan escaped him as she lightly bit down on his bottom lip, causing him to briefly shift away and glare down at her.

“That’s not very nice, Y/N,” he husked.

She scoffed, flipping his shirt up slightly and reaching for his belt. “No, what’s not nice is you giving me that look on stage while you’re dressed like this.”

He grabbed her wrists in his large hands, holding them down to her sides. “I can give you whatever look I want, sweetheart. It’s you that should know you don’t talk back to me.”

“So take me home and do something about it, then,” she challenged.

“Who said anything about going home?”

Jensen lifted his eyebrows suggestively as he moved down and kissed her, passionately. She tugged roughly at his shirt, pulling him as close as he could get to her. His lips drifted down her cheek, jaw and neck, leaving small nips and kisses along her skin as her nails scraped through his hair, eliciting a deep groan from him. She had a brief thought that this bathroom might not be the best place to do whatever he was planning, but she forgot all about that the second his calloused hands pushed the hem of her dress up her thighs. He pulled away for a moment, his breath fanning against her mouth as he lifted his hand, pressing the pads of his fingers against her bottom lip. Knowing exactly what he wanted, she softly sucked at the digits and let them go with a wet pop, a low moan leaving her in anticipation of what was coming.

His hand drifted down between her spread legs, their eyes locked as she felt him pull her underwear aside and slide his fingers up and down her folds. Her head fell back slightly, leaving her neck open to attention from his plump lips.

“So fucking wet already,” he muttered, one side of his mouth pulling up as he stared down at her.

Before she could respond in any way, his fingers moved into her tight heat, causing a loud moan to fall from her lips. He pulled them out a little before sliding back in, building up the pace gradually to one that had her whimpering in his ear just the way he liked. She gripped his shoulders tight, her eyes squeezing shut as she felt him hitting that sweet spot inside her.

“So fucking tight, darlin’,” he groaned, nipping at her pulse. “Can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock…”

“Jay, please,” she gasped, her eyes fluttering open to look up at him.

“What, babe?” he whispered against her lips. “Tell me what you want.”

“W-Want-” she shook her head, unable to think straight.

He clicked his tongue as he smirked down at her. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

His fingers slid in a little deeper, making her cry out in wanton pleasure as she cupped his face in her hands and pulled him down, pressing a rough kiss to his lips. Her hands stroked down the front of his top and reached for his belt once more, but he stopped her just as quickly as before.

He pulled away from the kiss, his gaze darkened as he removed his fingers from her and undid his belt himself.

“Fuck, Jensen, just fuck me already,” she whined, her breath heavy with impatience.

He smirked as he unzipped his white jeans, taking that small moment to relish the way her fingers kneaded into his shoulders, tugging at his black shirt as she waited for him to do something.

“You gotta ask nice, darlin’,” he teased.

“Please,” she begged, draping her arms around him and pulling at the ends of his hair. “Please fuck me.”

“Good girl,” he praised, giving her lips a quick peck.

He grabbed her waist and pulled her close, her legs locking around him. She held tight to him as he took hold of his hard cock, lining up to her entrance. Without wasting another second, he shifted his hips and pushed into her, her walls sheathing him completely as he sank deep. Her mouth fell open in a hushed moan, their eyes on each other as he grinned at her reaction. He set a steady pace, his hips rolling as he moved within her, a growl escaping him as her fingers combed through his sweat streaked locks.

“Fuck, darlin’,” he husked, pressing his forehead to hers. “Feel so fucking good, so tight and perfect just for me…”

“Shit,” she hissed, her head dropping down on his shoulder. “F-Fuck me harder, Jay. P-Please.”

The words had barely left her mouth before he was picking up the pace, his pelvis smacking against her spread thighs as he pounded into her. She cried out as she buried her face in his face, panting against his skin as she held on for dear life. It was everything she had envisioned as she watched him perform earlier, and then some. Beads of perspiration ran down his throat, causing her to softly nip and lick them away, tasting his tangy musk on her tongue. That clearly did something for him because the sound that came out of him - somewhere between a growl and a moan - only encouraged him to thrust deeper into her, his cock pressing against that spot inside her with precision.

It was hot inside that bathroom. She knew that they’d have to take several showers once they were home, but at that moment she couldn’t give a shit. Their hands roamed over each other’s sweaty skin, their bodies moved perfectly together and she was gaining on that sweet bliss, feeling the beginnings of that heat in her core.

“You’re close, aren’t ya, sweetheart?” His voice was low, the rumble vibrating against her. “I can feel it… you wanna cum, don’t ya?”

“Yes!” she moaned, the sound echoing off the walls, but she no longer cared if anyone heard her. “I-I wanna cum, baby, please. Make me cum.”

He hummed, biting his lip as he stared down at her. “How bad do you want it, Y/N?”

“So bad, Jensen, please,” she pleaded, her nails digging into his biceps.

He held her tighter, feeling his cock pulse as he slammed into her repeatedly, knowing he wasn’t too far from his own release. He pulled her hips forward with each thrust, her pleasure gaining volume as they both headed toward that euphoric peak. The rhythm faltered slightly as they grew closer to the edge, her desperate whimper enough for him to know she needed a little help. He brought his hand down between her legs, his thumb flicking over clit, circling the swollen nub as she clung to him, their eyes locked as her mouth hovered over his.

“Take it, darlin’,” he groaned, kissing along her jaw. “Take what’s yours… make yourself cum on my cock.”

With a few more thrusts, Y/N’s eyes rolled back as she cried out his name just as the coil snapped. Her body convulsed as her walls contracted around him, feeling her wetness cover his cock as it throbbed inside her. His neck strained as he let out a deep grunt, the vein popping against his glistening skin as he followed soon after her, ropes of his cum flowing into her. He shuddered as he pulled her close, her nose nuzzling against his neck and up to his jaw. His lips found hers in a slow, passionate kiss before they pulled away, sharing a small laugh.

“Can we leave now, please?” she asked, pushing him back lightly. “We need to wash this place off us.”

“Sure,” he chuckled, before his voice dropped down as he leaned into her. “And I’m gonna take my time with you once we get home.”

Feeling a shiver run down her back as she fixed herself and popped down from the counter, she took his hand in hers after he made sure he was decent. She pushed up on her tip-toes to kiss him, roughly, letting him know everything she needed with one passionate embrace.

“You better."

[damiansgoodgirll]

Don’t break my heart part 4 with reader and drew finally kissing ❤️🤭

part one, part two, part three

damian priest x reader (platonic), rhea ripley x reader (platonic), the judgment day x reader (platonic), drew mcintyre x reader

‼️ angst, comfort, liv morgan as a warning, some fluff, family issues, a lot of family issues, crying and panicking , mention of sexual things but nothing happened (yet) - part 5 will be sadder and general worse‼️

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated

don’t break my heart - part 4

it’s been a week since your first “date” with drew and you couldn’t lie if you said you didn’t like him. you probably developed a crush for the man but you tried to keep it as private as possible, fearing rhea or damian would find out, or, worse, fearing that drew would find out.

in the same week you’ve been texting more and more, talking about the silliest things. he even changed his work schedule just to train with you - and rhea and damian.

he didn’t mind them as long as they weren’t keeping you away from him. in this week he got to realise how much they cared for you and even if he wouldn’t hurt you, after you’ve been through, he knew that they still would be over protective with you.

you started talking with drew more and more about private and personal things. you didn’t fully open up to him, especially not via text, but somehow he understood that apart from damian and rhea, you were completely alone.

he felt for you.

you were a nice person to hang out with and he couldn’t understand why the other girls didn’t want to befriend you.

rhea and damian knew something was going on with you. they weren’t stupid, they knew something was going on between you and drew but they didn’t know how to bring up the situation because they didn’t want to upset you.

after rhea saw drew kissing your cheek from the hotel window, she knew she should have done something but at the same time she knew that if she intervened in something that didn’t belong to her, you would have gotten mad, and losing you too wasn’t an option.

so she talked about the whole situation with damian and they both agreed to talk with you after raw ended.

while driving to the arena, damian and rhea kept exchanging glances, noticing how happier you were. they knew it was because you were going to see drew and they hated that he was the reason of your happiness.

“i can’t wait for kicking some asses” you said smiling, making both of the adults laugh.

“yeah, i really can’t wait for my fight against carlito…he’s been a real pain in the ass these past weeks” damian added.

“what about liv? just the sound of her voice irritates me” rhea smirked making you chuckle.

you were extremely excited that you were going back on stage. you didn’t have any match yet but you were there to support damian ringside with rhea. you knew that finn or jd would have done something to make damian lose and you couldn’t allow that.

“how much do i have to get ready?” you asked rhea, watching the clock on your phone.

“about an hour…don’t be late” she winked at you, knowing that you were always ready on time and she was the one who was always late.

while moving to your changing room, your eyes met drew who waved at you smiling. you waved back, smiling at him.

you felt like a teenager in love and you hated yourself for that. you’ve never had an actual teenage crush, all the boys you liked, never liked you back and so you had no idea of what to do with drew, without talking about the age gap between the two of you.

you wished you could talk to rhea or damian about this but if you told them you had a crush for drew, they would probably kick your ass too.

while finishing getting ready, you smiled seeing a text from drew popping up on your screen.

can’t wait to see you kick finn’s ass out there! be careful <3 see you after the show!

he wanted to see you?

he wanted to see you!

“oh my…he wants to see me!” you almost screamed like a baby.

“y/n! ten minutes!” one of the managers screamed from outside the room and woke you up from your little dream.

you weren’t supposed be on the ring until rhea finished her promo so you waited backstage, watching her from a screen. she was showing confidence, something you’ve always admired from her. she was showing the world who was in charge and definitely weren’t dom or liv.

but then liv started talking about how she took everything from rhea. not only the title but how she took dom and the rest of the team from her. how she replaced her in the family she thought she had found and you could see hurt in rhea’s eyes but she was trying her best to not break.

you, on other hand, were deeply hurt from her words and a tear fell from your eyes. you couldn’t understand how someone could be so cruel. you couldn’t understand how finn and dom were siding with her. you couldn’t even understand why dom was treating rhea that way, he always loved to be her puppy so making her feel guilty after she’s the reason he became who he is today, it just wasn’t right.

damian was capable of bringing a smile into your face when he appeared from behind and started attacking dom.

“finally” you whispered getting ready to go in the arena.

just a few minutes later and damian’s match against carlito began. it was an easy match for damian and you knew that he would have won easily but when you saw jd ready to attack him you couldn’t stay back.

rhea held you, whispering that it wasn’t time yet.

“i just wanna delete his existence from the face of the earth” you whispered making her laugh.

“let damian win and then we can go” she said.

after a few minutes damian won his match and was in that exact moment that jd attacked him, making you even more angry “okay, go…” rhea looked at you with such pride in her eyes. she watched you run into the arena and began your attack on jd, trying to separate him from damian.

the crowd screamed of happiness when they saw you.

just a few seconds after and liv was attacking you from behind “wrong team y/n” she whispered. her words only made you laugh.

with a quick move you were able to free yourself and to pin her down, making her yelp from pain.

“wrong person to attack, you bitch” you whispered.

she was surprised at how fierce you were feeling tonight “you know, with this temper, you would fit perfectly with me and the guys” she whispered making sure no one heard.

“in your dreams” you said while blocking her arms down.

the moment rhea came to stage, dom was quick to shove you apart to save liv. so you stayed there, watching with damian how terrified everyone was of rhea.

out of nowhere, finn tried some moves but he was about to get hit by damian when he moved apart and sacrificed jd to get that hit.

“what a coward” you screamed into his face making the whole crowd chant with you. as a result of their cowardice, you, damian and rhea were happily celebrating inside the ring.

both for damian’s victory and for your ability to face the team, you were happily getting backstage. damian in the middle with you and rhea on his side, his arms around your waist while the crowd happily cheered for you.

once backstage you couldn’t contain your happiness “oh my! that was amazing damian!” he happily hugged you when he saw how excited you were.

moments like these were rare so they cherished every single moment when you were happy.

“i’m going to take a quick shower and change…uhm…if you want to go back to the hotel i will see you there” you smiled, trying to avoid that topic.

rhea understood what you meant and even if she wanted, she couldn’t hold you back.

“okay, be careful” she said in a serious tone “and don’t hesitate to call if something happens okay? even if you need a ride back”

“okay, i will, thank you” you said happily before coming back to your changing room. you were quick to take a shower and change in some clean clothes cause you didn’t want to lose drew segment.

seeing him on the screen always made you feel butterflies in your stomach. his confidence, his voice while speaking on the mic, his personality and charisma, that you were kinda shocked to see how different he was with you, almost embarrassed to messed things up.

“ouch!” you almost screamed when you saw punk hitting him with his belt. you knew there were going to be bruises and you were kinda worried for him. you knew he had much worse but still, punk probably went too far.

you took a protein bar out of your bag and happily eat it while watching the rest of the show when you heard his voice through the corridors “funking punk!” he screamed.

that made you laugh.

you reached for your door, wanting to see if he was doing okay when you stopped in front of his changing room. he was trying to see the damage left by punk while looking in the mirror.

“need help with some lotion?” you softly asked. his face soften when he saw you standing in front of his door.

“can you take a picture first?” he asked and you nodded.

he made sure to show the bracelet he stole from punk “you’re being petty” you joked while taking the picture.

“i’m the worst, kid” he laughed. you handed him his phone back and he thanked you.

you saw he was looking for some wipes to clean the blood off but you moved first and took a sanitary wipe from the bag you had on your shoulder “here, this should help…” you handed him the wipe but he turned his back on you, hinting that he wanted you to clean him “are you sure? i don’t wanna hurt you”

“you have feathery hands, trust me, you won’t hurt me more than punk did…” he laughed, convincing you.

you moved cautiously, don’t wanting to hurt him, you cleaned the blood that came from the bruises before gently applying some oil on his skin. he swore he could get used to your touch. kind and gentle, definitely not what he was used to.

“and we are all done…” your voice came out as a whisper. standing so close to drew while he was half naked was completely different from having date lunch with him or texting him.

he turned back to face you again and maybe, just maybe, you were a little too close. the height difference between the two of you was crazy, your eyes were fixed on his chest, too shy to watch him in the eyes as you felt them on you.

“too shy kid?” he said smirking when you lifted your head up.

“i’m not a kid…” you whispered back, making him chuckle.

“you are my kid though…” his hand gently lifted your chin up so you couldn’t escape from his gaze “i could stay like this forever” he whispered.

yes, definitely different from the past week where you’ve been texting nonstop.

“really?” his statement took you back and you wondered if he really wanted to stay like that forever.

“really. you’re so kind and beautiful, and it pains me that people don’t see you the way i do…” his hand gently stroking your cheek “i like you y/n…yes, maybe all of this was unexpected and i definitely wasn’t expecting to fall in love with the judgment day’s protégé but here i am…i really, really like you” his accent made everything even hotter.

you weren’t good with words. especially not when you were still getting to know him well and even if you knew you liked him too, you had no idea of how to tell him so you simply acted of gesture.

you brought his face down so your lips could meet his but he was stronger so he lifted your body up from your waist so now you were the one on your toes, your hands behind his neck while you were still kissing him.

it was a soft yet passionate kiss. something you’ve been wanting for years. you felt all the emotions exploding in your stomach.

drew’s hands moved from your waist to hold your back and your neck, while his lips were still moving upon your soft ones.

your hand went involuntarily into his hair tugging them. he almost moaned into your mouth but when you opened your eyes and saw his look, you thought you might have hurt him “sorry…”

“don’t apologise love, tug on them all you want” he said smiling against your lips.

“can we do that again?” you said trying to catch your breath.

“absolutely” he said before capturing your lips again. this time he was fighting for dominance, gently biting your lower lip, making you smile into the kiss. his hands wished they could touch everywhere on your body but he didn’t want to scare you away, he still was a gentleman so he kept moving them from your neck to your waist and from your waist to your neck even if he wanted to feel the skin under your jumper.

once you both needed to catch your breath, your eyes met and there was like an unspoken rule between the two of you.

you wanted him as much as he wanted you. both sexually, physically and mentally. there was a connection between you two.

“drew?” your side voice woke him up from his trance.

“mh?”

“do you really want this? want…me?” you were hesitant as you didn’t know how actually felt feeling wanted.

“as long as you want me y/n…” he replied.

“i want you drew…i want this and i want to get to know you but…but i feel like once you know the real me, you’re gonna leave…” you didn’t wanna sound weak but there was a lot going on in your life and you didn’t want to open up to someone who might leave, not again “drew…my head’s a mess and i don’t wanna scare you away”

drew’s heart broke when he heard how scared you were of opening up to him “y/n, love, i promise you, i’m here to stay…whatever you might tell me, won’t scare me away, i’m here for you”

you couldn’t find words to thank him enough so you simply hugged him, trying not to mess with his back “let me put on a clean t-shirt and then i’ll drive us both to the hotel” he smiled and you nodded.

once he was ready, you both went into his rental and drove back to the hotel. he complimented your presence inside the arena, telling you how much confidence you were gaining.

“will you ever get back that bracelet to punk?” you asked laughing.

“probably not” he said making you laugh even more.

once parked outside of the hotel he helped you with your bags and put them on the floor.

“which room are you in?” he asked.

“uhm…405, you?”

“320…different floors…well, love, let me take you to your room so i can proper kiss you goodnight” he said, making you blush “oh so you are shy now?”

“i’m not shy…”

“right…” he chuckled, calling the elevator while still carrying his and your own bags.

once inside, he gently moved your bags from the floor to the table on your left and took his time in admiring you underneath the moonlight “you are so pretty” he whispered making you blush even harder.

his hands moved some of the hair that laid in front of your face and his thumb gently caressed your lips “goodnight y/n” his lips captured your lips one last time before he went back to his room.

you couldn’t really fully register what just happened but in less than two hours drew confessed to you, kissed you, told you that he was gonna stick by your side and let you take care of him.

maybe life wasn’t so bad at all - you thought but then you remembered that you left the remote at the reception to let them fix it as it wasn’t working this morning, so you would have to go and get it from them.

“hello, i’m here for the tv remote please…” you smiled at the lady who was working at the reception. she kindly gave you the remote back but before you could go back to your room, a very irritating voice caught your attention.

“y/n” liv morgan happily called your name.

“liv…” you weren’t in the mood for talking.

“can we please talk? just for a minute?” she asked but you quickly said no and turned your back to her “well, that’s sad…you know, you could have your own spot with us…we could be your new family…it’s not gonna take long before rhea and dam abandon you like your own biological family did” she laughed.

how did she know that?

“how do you?”

“how do i know?” she interrupted you “finn told me…finn told me everything” she smirked “he told me about your family, about how they kicked you out when you were only eighteen, how you had no place to go, how lonely you felt…” tears were forming in your eyes but you didn’t want to cry in front of her “i know you’re still in therapy due to all the things your family put you through….i had no idea they tried to reach out when you got famous, pretty sure not even damian and rhea know…” she kept smiling knowing she was breaking you apart “finn practically told me how much of a crybaby you are…how you needed damian or rhea everytime you were feeling down, finn told me about all the times you bothered him with your own stupid problems…trust me y/n, if your family abandoned you, if the judgment day abandoned you, it’s just a matter of time before rhea and damian abandon you too…” she said before going away.

leaving you there, alone, with tears in your eyes and a mind who couldn’t be trusted.

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never thought this would be a series but i can’t wait for part 5 cause is gonna be really really angst and i promise you rhea and damian will be more present