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I just found your fic and dear god I am enthralled I am captivated I am [insert other words for absolutely amazed] and I will do this ask on my main because just wow :0 You guys are absolutely glorious writers my gosh the fic is divine, the way you bring the words to life actually had me in shock - In most of my time on A03 I have NEVER seen someone gave such a way with words, it has me in a chokehold and just wow<3 (I domt care if this is excessive cause holy moly this deserve recognition a plenty) AND HELLO? THE ARTWORK? As if it couldn't get any better, the way that everything is shown and presented I am actually like JAKSOSPAMAABAJAO I've reread it so many times and just wow, you guy appreciation post cause hsjsjsjs
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We're so so SO glad you're enjoying the fic! Honestly, and we've said this before, Zombie AU was a really indulgent idea we basically wrote for ourselves, and even before posting it we kept saying "if just one person reads it that'll be neat" so when we get feedback and reactions like this it's more than we ever dared hope for! We're so glad you like it and so flattered by your compliments! Thank you so much for enjoying our fic!!
Now that our break is over we're back to work on it and will be posting a new chapter this week! Key was doing really good outline work today while I goofed around and got nothing done :3 so when you see the next chapter this week you can thank her <3
#thank you for being so nice to us ;-;#i'm so happy - đ#asks#Lock is being humble#they were working on edits all day tbh#BUT AAA THANK U SM u///u#what we wanted more than anything#was to write a compelling longfic#and asks like this really make me feel like we nailed it đđ#and the fact that you REREAD it????#thats such a huge compliment tysm!!!!!!#can't wait to post again on friday ;w; -đ
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Can you tell us your the reasons for why you like Papyrus? (Iâm sure youâve did this before xd, but I always enjoyed rambles about Papyrus. Hope youâre well!)
oh it is 100% his whole loneliness thing. growing up i was a chronic friend group hopper all the way from kindergarten to 8th grade and then by high school that didn't work anymore so i just kinda didn't have any genuine friends for basically that entire 4 years. so hyperfixating so hard on a character who's basically completely centered around that struggle helped me feel a bit less hopeless about it. the funny thing is i think pre-undertale papyrus actually had more friends than i did back then but like its the little things
that's why this fic that i'm gonna plug again hit me so hard tbh. shit sucks when you're trying so so hard to be friendly and engage in other people and then you get to a point where you have to realize they're not at all interested in returning the favor, even if they're not overtly rude about it or anything, they just don't care to get to know you any deeper than surface level convenience and it gets real hard to not let yourself get angsty about it lmao
i do think that while sometimes i wish i hadn't been given such free internet access as a kid i'm still really lucky that i was able to be exposed to undertale when i was. it's such a unapologetically hopeful game that i'm sure it absolutely impacted the way that i think about things today in terms of optimism and the ability to turn bad situations around, and papyrus plays a huuuge part of that entire message. if it weren't for him, i'm honestly not sure if i would've had the drive to keep trying to connect with other people even when it didn't work for so long.
so tl;dr thank you funny little skeleton man for constantly reminding me that making friends is still possible even when your demeanor is frankly weird as fuck. sometimes you just gotta keep truckin until you find your people even if it takes a while
#trousled rambles#emphasis on rambles#ew this is sappy as hell who put this on my blog dont read this ewwwwwwwww#btw now that i'm in college i finally ended up with a group of friends who actually make me feel like they want me around regularly#so it really is possible i promise :> yeah i woulda liked if it happened sooner but i've never had this many friends before in my lifeee#that being said do u know how annoying it was to hear those fuckers thought i was cool in high school but were too scared to talk to me#i was wearing the same 3 black hoodies every day and used to have a keychain with enough charms that could probably be a weapon if needed#i was a LOSER just TALK TO MEEEE#i'm not gonna act like i was nearly as outgoing as papyrus bc i kept to myself a lot especially in my senior year#and that's because papyrus did not cure 12 years of social anxiety/isolation. but at least he helped me be less emo about it yknow#for a while i actually thought The Loneliness didnt effect me as bad as it did him but tbh i was just repressing that shit lmao#man when the 10 year undertale anniversary comes around we're all gonna be destroyed huh. it will definitely kill me#anyway thank u toby fox for showing 11y/o me that things could work out if i just didnt give up. also make papyus the knight pls ok byeee#oh edit one more thing i havent quiiite psychoanalyzed myself or her enough for me to be certain of this yet but#im pretty sure this is also why i am very drawn to susie in deltarune. lonely skeleton but a blunt teenage girl instead like okayyyy
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Reasons Why I Need a Sexy JoongDunk BL
If you know me, then youâll know that itâs actually kind of funny that Iâm asking for this. Me. A sex-repulsed leaning asexual who, for the most part, tends to stay away from (overly) sexy and/or horny series. And yet I really want a sexy JoongDunk series. A messy, Only Friends-type of series even, perhaps.
Make no mistake, though. I donât actually want it for me, oh no. No, I want a sexy JoongDunk series for them, for their sake. Because I feel like theyâd have a whole lot of fun with it.
And hereâs why I think so:
Reason #1: Dum Dum
Definitely the most obvious reason, but the LOL Fanfest Dum Dum performance: the fact that the choreography was like That. And the fact that it was their idea to switch up who bites who for day 2:
Not to mention the fact that Dunk actually bit Joong for real:
I'm just saying, they wanted âhot and sexyâ, they chose this:
Reason #2: âWeâve never done this beforeâ
The way they kept bringing up how Hidden Agenda is more mature than Star in My Mind and how there were scenes that theyâd never done before*, it seemed to have been a big deal for them.
*see here for some eng subs (this video is unfortunately heavily edited)
Reason #3: âFavorite episode of Hidden Agenda? Episode 8!!ââ
The way Joong immediately said episode 8 was his favorite, smiling expectantly at Dunk...
...and then was very adamant when Dunk couldnât decide between episodes 7 and 8:
Considering their comments of how âepisode 8 is specialâ because theyâve ânever done anything like this beforeâ... Well, dare I bet itâs their favorite episode because of the ending specifically. Unless maybe they were particularly excited about the stalker story line. I donât think theyâd done that before either.
Reason #4: Ep8 watch party live on Instagram
The way they actually sat down and went live on Instagram in order to watch, react to, and comment on the entirety of episode 8.
And considering Dunkâs comment at the beginning of this live about how itâs âsomething we've never done beforeâ Iâm absolutely convinced they chose ep8 to react to specifically because of the ending lmao. Unless, of course, they were extremely hyped about the stalker plot. There were no creepy stalker plots in Star in My Mind, nor do I remember any significant stalking in Joongâs other works. Or maybe the two of them were referring to the scene where Zo bites Jokeâs arm. I donât remember any biting from Star in My Mind, so who knows, it might be that. What else was special in ep8? Oh right, Joke punched the stalker. That canât have been the âweâve never done this beforeâ thing, though, considering Joong was literally in a Mafia series before. Also, he punched Pepper in Star in My Mind. My theory still stands.
Reason #5: âIt was more intense than thisâ
In that instagram live they also dropped that a lot was cut from that scene and that it was supposed to be more intense than this. Uh, boys...? What kind of choreography did yâall on set come up with for this scene exactly??
(I canât stop laughing at Dunk's face when he agrees with Joong saying that a lot was cut. He looks like he suddenly bit into a very sour lemon lmao)
In conclusion:
Clearly they had a lot of fun with the Dum Dum performance and it seems that they were very excited about getting to do something more mature with Hidden Agenda, and also getting the the chance to do something that theyâve ânever done beforeâ in ep8 specifically. So my point stands: I think theyâd have a blast playing a sexy series together. I want it for them.
Bonus: Vampire BL
Bonus points if this sexy JoongDunk BL that Iâm asking for is a vampire BL!! Hereââs why:
You can find a more extensive list of vampire mentions in my JoongDunk Vampire Mentions Masterpost here.
#actually i think they'd have a blast on only friends ngl#i think they would totally have been up for it#airenyah plappert#joongdunk#adrm#sexy joongdunk vampire bl#i actually meant to upload this on sunday but then i ended up much longer than expected with my uni assignments rip#at least i've managed to get this done BEFORE gmmtv2024 tho so that's something i guess#also it doesn't actually need to be in 2024 tbh#i'll take one 2025 too#i'd also be excited to see them work apart from one another in separate projects#but. i need this at some point in the next 3ish years#@gmmtv do you hear me? ŕšŕ¸ŕšŕ¸˘ŕ¸´ŕ¸ŕšŕ¸Ťŕ¸Ąŕ¸ŕ¸°#justice for joongdunk#edit: i made this post BEFORE gmmtv 2024 part 1#so waaaaay before part 2 dropped the announcement for the heart killers#and can i just say...#you know how i'm using only friends out of all shows as an example here in this post?#i mean... did i speak jd being in a jojo show into existence with this post?? did actually i manifest it???? LOVE that for me ngl dkfjdjfjf#i hope they get to have some fun during the shoot <3333#i mean we DO know that august 22nd 2024 was an unforgettable day for them and dunk did drop they were filming sth spicy that day so!! djjdjf
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With the release of From The Rehearsal Room - Tokyo to Ramin's youtube I finally, finally, continue and finish this side project I'm doing.
Initially, I used AI to mastered it because the first version I got from bilibili were not in good quality but I wasn't satisfied and I found the much better quality. But with Ramin uploaded it to youtube, I re did all the mastering just with audacity for both Part 1 and Part 2. The Part 2 is still from the better version I found from bilibili, by the way.
What you need to do is just download the file and put it on your music player. The metadata is all completed as if it's whole legit album. Enjoy, guys!!
And I'm being weird so all the lyrics that are put there are from my listening although I still use what I found online but I still listened and compared. They made few ad-libs and changes and I notice because for the songs that I wasn't familiar, the lyric that I found online and what they sang was slightly different. Perhaps they sing the newer version of the lyrics or mistakes? Even each Sheytoons songs they sing one in both parts differ from the ones I found online.
Another sample from my favorite:
Source and Credits Part 1 | Part 2 (Ramin's upload) Album cover Photos
Vocal & Guitar: Ramin Karimloo, Hadley Fraser Piano: Ryohei Mori
#from the rehearsal room#ramin karimloo#hadley fraser#more to come probably idk we'll see#i should've also continue that eight letters project *sigh#sheytoons#edit: the lyrics hehe#add: tbh after i read steal our moments lyric so many times i even transcripted this mostly myself#bcs this is the only one among all the songs in this session that doesn't have the lyric online because they sang this so rare like soo rar#why am i starting to feel this song is about sierra lol sorry but my inner shipping heart can't resist#i even consult chatgpt (i know why idk but just asking really)#aren't all sheytoons songs written when ramin was in LND? written exactly in his dressing room in adelphi theatre???#and tbh most of sheytoons song are mostly about observing women but who idk it could be different#one of them could be about mandy and the other could be about rosalie because i know at that time she and hadley were dating already right?#or it could be some random lady#steal our moments: perhaps it's about a fleeting or secret relationship#the first verse is that the girl is full of life (house full could mean fulfilling life) but she is lonely and sierra lived alone in london#the singer and her share dreams and memories and then she plays her game of make believe could indicate that both of them are actors#every night and every day this is what we do: that's their work. they're on stage together every day every night. and ofc spending time tgt#and then the reff is about the singer doesn't want keep living like this bcs it makes him guilty maybe? he's tearing his soul apart#the singer can't stop thinking about her so he prays that things work on in the correct way even though they can't do anything about it now#so yea :D#fish noodle couple
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cross that line ę¤ (l.h)
part two
pairing: Logan Howlett x fem!reader
summary: For a long time, you were content hiding your feelings, but lately, the longing for someone you canât have has become unbearable. Despite knowing he could never be yours, you still cherished the sweet ache in your heart whenever he smiled or gave you a warm, platonic hug. Then, one day, everything changed.
genre: fluff + angst + smut (18+ mdni)
word count: 14k (14k on the dot to be precise but yeah uhm. sorry. I swear I'm normal)
warnings/tags: friends to lovers, roommates to lovers, thunderstorms, idiots in love, mutual pining, assumed unrequited love, jealous!reader, reader is described as shorter than logan, emotional!reader, miscommunication kinda, inexperienced/virgin!reader, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, piv sex, soft!dom logan, ok⌠just in overall bye, logan is soft for reader, sub!reader, vaginal fingering, oral (f!receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie, overstimulation, major size kink, praise kink, dirty talk, oral fixation. some daddy kink? breeding kink aaaaa sorry. I wrote this while ovulating. theyâre both FREAKS. scent kink? lots of pet names. this is high key sweet and turns filthy. logan is worshipping his sweet girl ok! reader is a mutant. reader has hair, no further description though. this is not beta read sorry!
a/n: GUESS WHAT!!! user healmydesires is back with another self indulgent fic about a new blorbo! Iâve been having all random kinds of scenarios about logan in my head and I just didnât know which type of story to go with. until I felt like there werenât much of inexperienced/virgin reader fics for logan and tbh⌠thatâs kinda my brand (Iâm high key kidding but lowkey thatâs what I love to write the most) if youâve read my works so. I thought Iâll write what I WANT to read. so this is high key self indulgent. english isnât my first language so pls bear with me <3 also ngl.. a lot of it is just smut đ I literally wrote this while ovulating⌠EDIT (19/09): I kinda edited it a bit because it had a lot of grammar mistakes and I'd often jump from present tense to past tense so ye
this goes without saying, but if you don't like it don't read it <3
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Being roommates with your best friend had its perks. You were together almost all the time, sharing both the big and small moments. As fellow teachers, you could easily swap teaching tips, lend each other a hand with tasks, or offer guidance when you were feeling stuck. Your tall best friend effortlessly reached the top shelves, and you both enjoyed laughter-filled moments during movie marathons. Sharing responsibilities became more fun tooâsplitting chores like cooking and laundry felt easy and natural. Plus, there was comfort in knowing your best friend was always dependable, ready to support you whenever you needed it. And whenever you were in need of a hug, your best friend was probably already ready to envelop you in his warm embrace.
But it also had its disadvantages.
Especially considering that Logan Howlett, your best friend, was quite the menace.
Logan had always had a rugged handsomeness that effortlessly made people swoon all around him. It wasn't fair how pretty he was. He had always been lucky with finding partnersâor rather, when it came to finding bed or sexual partners. He'd often bring those one-night stands or partners to your shared apartment only to have sex with them. Logan had never been the type to stick with one person, always preferring flings over long-term relationships. Or so you thought.
You, on the other hand, had always craved a long-term relationship. You dreamed of finding your true loveâsomeone to share adventures with, to have fun with, and to dive into deep, meaningful and random conversations. You loved the idea of being with someone who let you be your true self, where you could spend hours talking about the most random thingsâdiscussing your favourite TV shows one minute, and passionately criticising capitalism and the world the next. You were all about affection, from kissing to being held, but you also longed to hold your partner close and make them feel cherished, just as much as you wanted to feel loved in return.
Unfortunately, you had never had the chance to experience anything like that.
It wasn't like you had never had the chance or had the opportunity to explore and possibly experience a potential relationship. You had just never been really interested in creating a relationship with a stranger.
Plus the thing was, your best friend wasn't just your best friend. You had been in love with Logan for god knows how long.
Charles Xavier was the one who had introduced you both, years ago. You remembered that day very vividly.
You had just arrived at the Xavier Institute, and the professor had offered you a two-sided job, to be a teacher at the school and be part of the X-Men.
You'd always done your best to keep your powers hidden, but being welcomed into a school designed for people like youâa mutantâfelt incredibly liberating. That's why you hadn't hesitated when Charles Xavier invited you to his school. You'd always known you were powerful, with the ability to control and manipulate water, but you had kept your abilities a secret, not wanting to be treated any differently in a world that didn't really like or understand people like you.
As the professor took you around the grounds, you couldn't help but be impressed by how big and beautiful it all was.
You were so captivated by the mansion's grandeur and stunning architecture that you didn't even notice a guy casually leaning against the nearest wall outside of Charles's office. But the moment your eyes met his, it felt as if time itself stood still. Looking into Logan's eyes, you felt like you could drown in them. You had never seen anyone so effortlessly handsome.
Completely entranced by him, you almost forgot to introduce yourself. Your body heated up in the moment, and the professor definitely noticed. Logan Howlett gave you a knowing smirk, making the warmth inside you intensify even more.
That day you both became friends, though you still didn't quite understand why, given how different you both were. Logan was gruff and blunt, while you, though capable of being direct, tended to choose your words more carefully. He was passionate and strong-willed and opinionated, and sometimes he let that get the best of him. You were deeply in tune with your emotions, while he always seemed to hold back, keeping certain feelings tightly guarded. Logan was never one to be very straightforward with his emotions. He would rather keep most of them to himself, and didn't want to seem too vulnerable. Communication was something you valued and needed a lot, but Logan, by contrast, didn't seem to rely on it as much. You were an overthinker, always caught up in your thoughts, and he would often step in to ease those worries of yours.
You could say that opposites attract.
Over time, your friendship grew, and one day he asked if you'd like to move in with him into a new apartment near the institute. He craved a bit more peace and genuinely enjoyed your company. It seemed like a good idea, so you thought, why not?
You couldn't pinpoint the exact moment you fell in love with your roommate. All you knew was that one day, you were suddenly overcome by an emotion so intense, it was unlike anything you'd ever felt before. It hit you all at once. Before Logan, you'd never really had a serious crush, never experienced feelings this powerful for anyone. You often told yourself it must have started shortly after you moved in with him, but deep down, you knew that wasn't the truth. This feeling had been quietly growing from the very first moment you met him, slowly building until it became impossible to ignore.
It was funny, you thought, how life had a way of bringing you thingsâand peopleâyou never realised you needed. People like Logan, who became so essential that you couldn't help but wonder how you had ever lived without them. People like Logan Howlett, who somehow managed to be both your saving grace and your greatest temptation.
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A few months into your roommate arrangement, you still couldn't get used to Logan constantly bringing one-night stands to your shared apartment. It was pure torment.
As you ate cereal at the kitchen island, one of Logan's many one-night stands quietly slipped out of the apartment. You rolled your eyes, as Logan routinely walked them through the apartment to the door, their faces often adorned with sly smiles as they fluttered their eyelashes at him. A knot of anger twisted in your belly as you watched them play with the collar of his shirt, their fingers lingering while he made no move to pull away. You'd never felt such intense rage before. He responded with a grunt as they would casually give him a goodbye kiss.
You hated experiencing feelings like these. It was a gross emotion, a heavy sensation that felt thick and tar-like, clinging to your chest and making you ache with its heavy weight.
Anxiety? Sure, you were often more anxious than most mutants, but that wasn't the feeling you had at this moment. Maybe it was jealousy? You disliked how that emotion fit so easily on your tongue, leaving a bitter taste.
Each time you witnessed these scenes unfold, jealousy and frustration would wash over you. Or how you'd feel utterly awful whenever you accidentally overheard them having sex.
As Logan reentered the apartment and closed the door behind him, you couldn't help but snort. âSo, what number are we up to now?â
He stared at you for a moment, before chuckling and shaking his head with a smirk. âNot sure, lost count.â He shrugged, grabbed an apple from the fruit basket on the kitchen island, and took a bite.
âWhat was their name?â you asked, staring daggers at your bowl of cereal.
Logan shrugged again. âI don't know, and honestly, I don't care,â he replied curtly before walking away.
You couldn't understand how he could be so nonchalant about this situation.
It wasn't just jealousy; you longed for any kind of affection or love from Logan, more than you ever thought possible. You were grateful to be his best friend and you knew it might seem foolish to hope for a chance with him, but you couldn't help yourself. Deep down, you feared you'd always feel this lonely, believing you could never fall for anyone but him. He was everything you craved and needed in life.
You felt foolish, constantly embarrassed and rejected. More than anything, you felt hurt, knowing that you were the only one to blame. It was your own feelings that had caused all this pain.
The thought of him one day falling in love with someone else made your stomach sink, but you pushed and suppressed your sadness aside daily. It didn't really matterâLogan was free to date whoever he wanted. He was your best friend, only his best friend.
One day, you'd have to come to terms with the fact that he would always be just your best friend.
You just hoped that one day it would become easier to deal with these feelings.
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It was the middle of a cold winter night â the air cool against your skin, even with your large pink puffer jacket to keep you warm. The thick curtain of night enveloped the sky, painting it a deep midnight blue, with stars twinkling like the clearest diamonds. Despite the cool ambient air, you found yourself relaxing, your shoulders gradually easing.
âYou see that there?â you pointed up at the starlit sky, leaning unconsciously into Logan's warmth as you both lay on the grass of the X-mansion grounds. âThat's the Pleiades. People often mistake it for the Little Dipper, but it's just a star cluster.â
Logan hummed, but his eyes were focused on you, how you gazed up at the stars with an awestruck expression. A gentle smile tugged at his lips, as he enjoyed how you looked so endearing as you were so engrossed in the stars that you loved so dearly.
He glanced up at the part of the sky you were pointing to, located the cluster of stars you had mentioned. He studied it for a moment and thought he had seen something similar to the Pleiades before, but never illuminated in the night sky like this. Logan's gaze then returned to the earth, settling back on the grass where he lay beside you.
âBeautiful,â Logan whispered as he stared at you. âTruly beautiful.â
You were too busy gazing up at the sky to realise that he wasn't talking about the sky.
For as long as you could remember, you had loved the night sky, finding its dark embrace profoundly comforting. More than that, you adored the starsâcoming out at night to bask in their radiance, with their distant coldness soothing your soul.
You had always felt so mesmerised about the universe, especially the stars and the moon. They appeared beautiful, glittering magnificently beside one another as they hovered in the upper stratosphere.
âWhy did you bring me out here, Lo?â you finally asked, looking up at your best friend. You noticed him smirk down at you and saw a fleeting hint of hesitant insecurity in his green eyes, but it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.
He shrugged against you, still grinning. âI know how much you enjoy stargazing, and I'm aware you've had a rough week, so I wanted to give you a chance to relax for a bit.â
You softened as you gazed up at him. Logan was rightâyou had been having a rough week. The children had been sweet, but the workload had been overwhelming. You couldn't help but appreciate how Logan was always looking out for you.
âThank youâŚâ you whispered.
âAnything for you, sweetheart.â He winked before he looked back up at the sky. âWhy don't you show me another constellation?â
You giggled as you pointed out another cluster of stars, but more often than not, Logan found it hard to focus on the stars. After all, he had a bright light of his own by his side daily that captured all of his attention.
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A year had passed since you moved in with Logan, and autumn was already around the corner. The temperature was gradually dropping, and the air became crisper. The trees' leaves were starting to fade from vibrant greens to tamer shades of bronze and gold. You had always loved this time of yearâit was that perfect season where you could bundle up in layers when you were outside, then retreat indoors in the evenings, getting cosy with a hot chocolate and a good book.
It was during seasons like this that you found yourself wishing you could cuddle up with someone, enjoying a movie or simply each other's company. But it wasn't just anyone you wanted by your sideâit had always been Logan for you.
For the longest time, you were content in just keeping all your feelings hidden. Lately, though, the longing had been getting harder to bear. Wanting someone you knew you couldn't have was starting to feel unbearable, slowly eating away at you. And even though you knew he could never be yours, it didn't stop you from savouring the sweet ache in your heart every time he smiled or when he pulled you into a warm, platonic hug.
All the stupid fluttery feelings in your stomach every time his eyes would catch yours, or the way your heart beat fast whenever you were in close proximity to him. You knew it had been years since you'd known Logan, but you couldn't help the effect he always had on you. The way he left you yearning for more. But, of course, you tried to bury those feelings down deep, reminding yourself that Logan could never feel the same way about you as you felt about him.
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One lazy afternoon, with no classes scheduled for you to teach, you found yourself by the lake on the X-Mansion grounds, practising your water bending. The water flowed seamlessly around you as you moved your arms, bending it effortlessly to your will. As you went through each movement, you could feel a pair of eyes on you, observing every precise motion, your muscles tensing with each fluid shift. A light sheen of sweat formed on your brow, and your face held a fierce look of concentration as you focused on perfecting your stance and movements.
Several moments had passed, and the person watching you still hadn't spoken a word. By now, you were almost certain it wasn't just anyoneâit had to be Logan. Anyone else would have said something by now, maybe greeted you or asked about your training. But not Logan. He had a way of lingering in silence, watching you in that quietly intense way of his, never feeling the need to fill the space with unnecessary words.
âWell, are you just going to stand there and stare, or do you plan on saying something?â you asked, a playful smile tugging at your lips.
Logan grunted, âI think I'll just keep watching. I quite like the view from here.â
A flush of warmth spread across your face, butterflies fluttering wildly in your stomach at his words. You hesitated for a moment, pausing your movements before he spoke again.
âDon't stop on my account, sweetheart.â
You knew he was wearing one of his signature grins, and you so desperately wanted to wipe it off his face. As you grew more flustered, a wave of frustration built up inside youâhow could this man always have such an effect on you? An idea sparked in your mind, a mischievous smirk tugging at your lips. Deciding to continue your water bending practice while he watched, you let the water flow effortlessly around you, fully aware of his eyes tracking your every move.
Once a peaceful stillness settled in the air, you saw your opening. Without warning, you spun around with swift precision, bending the water toward him and drenching him in seconds.
Logan stood there, completely perplexed as you broke into a fit of giggles. He was drenched from head to toe, and you knew it wouldn't be long before he sprang into action. Sure enough, just seconds later, he smirked again, though this time it carried a sharper edge. âYou think this is funny, bub?â
âYeah, I kinda do,â you replied between laughs, unable to contain yourself.
But then, Logan's grin turned devious, and with a determined march, he began closing the distance between you. Your eyes widened in realisation, and without thinking, you bolted away.
âYou're not getting away with this, princess,â he called out, his voice low as he gave chase.
He moved swiftly through the gardens, but you were quicker, slipping just out of sight every time he got close. His eyes darted around, scanning the area, frustration slowly turning into determination. You could hear him muttering under his breath, his footsteps getting louder as he searched for you. Your heart raced as you ducked behind a tree, trying to stifle your laughter. The thrill of the chase had adrenaline coursing through your veins.
For a moment, you thought you had lost him, but then he sniffed and just as you peeked around the tree, you saw him spot you from across the grove. His eyes gleamed with mischief as a smirk curled at the corner of his lips. âI got you,â he muttered before he moved towards you with renewed speed. You tried to slip away again, but it was too lateâhe had you cornered.
Soon enough, two strong arms caged you in, trapping you between the tree and his chest. A startled yelp escaped your lips as you tried to back away, only to realise there was nowhere to go. âGotcha,â he murmured, his voice low and teasing, the familiar playful glint in his eyes making your heart race even faster.
You squirmed, trying to find a way out, but his grip tightened just enough to keep you in place without being overbearing. âLogan! Let me go,â you protested, laughter bubbling up in your throat despite your attempt to sound serious.
âThought you could get away that easily, huh?â he teased, leaning in so close that you could feel his wet clothes and the warmth of his body. The heat from his proximity spread across your own, making you acutely aware of how close you were. You bit your lip, your cheeks becoming hotter as his smirk widened. The sight of your flustered expression seemed to delight him, his satisfaction evident in his playful gaze.
âWell, this is cosy,â you remarked, but your voice barely rose above a whisper. There was a tremor in your tone, one that matched the rapid beat of your heart.
âHm, I think so too,â he responded with the same teasing tone. You gazed up at him with bright eyes as the golden hour of evening cast a warm glow around you both. It took all his willpower not to look away, not to acknowledge the tension that hung thick in the air.
You shifted against the tree, searching for a different way to elicit a reaction from him. Your touch light, almost accidental, but it sent a shockwave through him, his breath hitching in his throat. You could feel him stiffen, sensing the tension as he reacted to your contact.
He leaned in, just enough that he could feel your breath against his skin, just enough that the space between you became almost non-existent, and just enough to hear your breath hitch.
Logan closed his eyes, as he pressed his forehead against your own. Every time he tried to speak, the words got tangled up in the mess of emotions swirling inside him. All he could think about was how close you were, how your touch burned through him, how the smell of you, that unique soft scent of yours, filled his senses and made him want to lose himself in you.
âLoââ
Before you could finish, Ororo's voice rang out, calling your name. You felt a wave of disappointment wash over you as you realised your moment with Logan was interrupted. You had forgotten about the promise to cook together with her and Jean, and your friend's timing burst the bubble of what you thought might finally be a shared moment with him.
He grunted in frustration, pulling away from you and looking off to the side. Ororo, Jean, and even Scott soon found their way to you, their presence drawing closer. As they approached, each of them wore a grin that suggested they had noticed the tension between you and Logan. The air was thick with unspoken understanding, and it was clear that your friends had picked up on the charged moment that had just been interrupted.
You cleared your throat and stepped reluctantly away from Logan, trying to regain your composure. You forced a smile as you addressed your friends, saying, âSorry to keep you guys waiting.â You then walked away with Jean and Ororo towards the mansion, though you couldn't help glancing back over your shoulder. Each time you looked, a hint of longing appeared on your face as you cast a final, wistful glance at Logan.
As you walked away, you heard Scott remark, âYou look wet.â
Logan responded with a huff, âFuck off, Summers.â
You couldn't help but wonder what would've happened if your friends wouldn't have interrupted you.
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It had been Friday evening, and you were in your office at the institute, finishing up grading the last of the papers while waiting for Logan. The two of you had plans to head home together, but he had yet to come and find you. Growing impatient, you decided to look for him yourself. You grabbed your bag and jacket before going out of your office, closing the door silently behind you. The smell of stew wafted through the mansion as you jogged down the stairs from your office to the kitchen. You quietly approached and paused when you saw him with Jean. She was chopping vegetables, while Logan leaned against the island, holding a cup of coffee.
âI don't see why you don't just do it. Everyone can see how perfect you two are for each other,â Jean had sighed.
Your eyes widened and you bit your lip nervously as you instinctively hid behind the wall. You truly hoped Logan wouldn't smell your scent while hiding, considering his heightened sense of smell. You knew you shouldn't be eavesdropping, but your curiosity had gotten the better of you. Jean's words had left you intrigued about what they were discussing.
Logan huffed, âI've already told youââ he tried arguing, but Jean cut him off mid-sentence.
âLogan, come on,â Jean said pointedly. âYou keep denying it, but everyone here has seen the two of you dance around each other for years. You can't honestly tell me that you're just friends. Friends don't act the way you two do with each other.â
âWhat's that supposed to mean?â Logan asked, tilting his head to the side. Your stomach churned as you realised they were talking about the two of you. Silently, you pressed your back against the wall and shuffled further behind it, continuing to listen.
âIt means that friends don't stare at each other longingly, or they don't flirt with each other, and they certainly don't cuddle together while sharing the same bed,â Jean said, emphasising her point as Logan began to argue. âBesides,â she continued, âyou've known her for a while now. There's no one you've been more comfortable with than her. We all know you'll look after each other and be happy together. So why haven't you done anything about it? All we want is for you both to be happy,â Jean concluded.
You bit your lip at her words, feeling a mix of hope and nervousness churn in your stomach. With trembling fingers, you held your breath, waiting for Logan's response. When you heard him sigh, you felt your world begin to crumble around you.
âYeah, but Jean, it's not like that. We are not like that. We're just friends,â Logan had replied. You had pressed your teeth harshly into your lip, biting down so hard you feared you might draw blood. It was the only thing keeping you from sobbing out loud. Logan's words replayed over and over in your mind. While you had always known he felt that way, hearing it confirmed so casually had left your heart breaking.
Not wanting to listen any longer, you silently turned and hurried toward the main entrance, trying to be as quiet as possible. Once outside, tears flooded your vision as you ran to the mansion gates, searching through your bag for your phone to call a cab. Since you hadn't brought your car and had driven in with Logan that morning, calling a cab was your only option.
When the cab finally arrived, you slid into the backseat and gave the driver your instructions. As he drove you home, you took a deep breath, struggling to swallow the lump in your throat. Your breath came in labored gasps as you fought to keep from breaking down in tears. Your mind was running a mile a minute as you tried to process his words. Silently you let the tears flow down your cheeks.
When you arrived at your building, you paid the cab and noticed your phone buzzing incessantly. You quickly silenced it as you entered your apartment, not bothering to look at who was trying to contact you.
Once you entered your bedroom, you broke down just then as you let out a choked sob while stripping off your clothes. With great effort, you managed to put on your pyjamas before climbing into bed. Soon, you would let your destructive thoughts take over. Deep down, you knew you shouldn't have eavesdropped on their conversation and jumped to conclusions, especially since Logan wasn't done speaking with Jean. But you couldn't bear to stay and listen any longer. You felt too vulnerable as you let his words echo inside your head.
You had been ignoring all the texts from your friends and the calls from Logan specifically, too drained to even hold a conversation.
Eventually, you felt sleep overtaking you, utterly exhausted from a long workweek and an emotionally draining evening.ââââââââââââââââ
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That same night, you had jolted awake to the sound of a loud rumble. Outside, storm clouds loomed ominously over the city, with thunder crackling through them every few minutes. The storm had been raging outside your apartment, with thunder booming so fiercely it shook the windows. Curled up in your bed, you had whimpered softly, clutching a thick blanket tightly around youânot just for warmth, but for comfort and a sense of protection.
You had never liked thunderstorms, and by now, you must have tried a thousand different ways to distract yourself from them. You'd put on headphones to drown out the noise, but the knowledge of the storm outside still fed your anxiety. Thunderstorms always had a way of making you feel small and utterly helpless.
You felt a tightness building in your chest as you trembled beneath the sheets. Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to steady your breathing and calm yourself down. In moments like these, you felt truly helpless. You knew you shouldn't feel ashamed for being this terrified, but you couldn't help it.
You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to focus on the song playing through your headphones, desperate to drown out the storm. Moments later, you felt the bed dip. Slowly, you opened your eyes and found Logan sitting at the end of your bed, his soft gaze fixed on you with a look of quiet concern. A wave of relief washed over you just at the sight of him. Part of you wanted to ignore him and continue being upset with everything that had happened earlier that evening, but you couldn't find the power to do so. After all, he probably didn't even know why you were upset and who were you even kidding, he was everything you needed.
He was sitting there shirtless, dressed only in a pair of grey sweatpants. His hair was tousled from sleep. If it weren't for the sheer terror you felt because of the storm outside, you knew your cheeks would be burning at the sight of him like this. You noticed his mouth moving and, reluctantly, you slid one headphone off your ear to hear him.
âW-what?â you squeaked, your voice barely above a whisper.
âSweetheart,â Logan whispered cautiously into the darkness.
At the sound of his voice, the tears that had been brimming in your eyes finally spilled down your cheeks. âI'm so sorry, I feel so stupid,â you whispered, taking off your headphones and quickly trying to wipe your tears away, embarrassed by your emotions and the fact that you were terrified by the storm.
Seconds later Logan was climbing up the bed and he was lying right next to you. His strong arms wrapped around your shaking form almost immediately, holding you tightly.
âShhh it's okay sweet girl, I've got you,â he whispered softly as he kissed your temple. Warmth spread through you at the action and you melted into his embrace.
âI hate being scared of them, Lo,â you mumbled into his chest as he squeezed you tightly.
âIt's okay princess, I got you. I won't let anything happen to you.â His hands, surprisingly soft, were stroking your skin in a soothing manner as he continued to press soft kisses around the top of your head.
As Logan held you, you felt yourself slowly begin to calm down. Even though the storm showed no signs of letting up, his presence made you feel much more at ease and secure. Logan meant everything to youâhe was your anchor.
âPlease, stay,â you whispered as the last few tears slipped down your cheeks.
In the dark, Logan whispered your name and tightened his embrace. âI'm not going anywhere, baby girl.â
As Logan held you close, you felt your body relax gradually. He gently ran his hand through your hair, pulling the covers over both of you and adding an extra layer of warmth.
You reflected on how he often spoke to you and the way he treated you with such care. You couldn't help but overthink his sweet and gentle treatment. You knew you were more emotional and needed extra reassurance and patience, but you had never considered that he might actually have feelings for you beyond friendship. You often felt like a burden to your friends and especially to Logan. You were fairly certain you were the only one he treated this way. His teasing sometimes seemed like it could be flirting, and despite your attempts to deny it, deep down you sensed that you were somehow special to him.Â
But another part of you couldn't shake what he had said earlier that night to Jean. You felt deeply conflicted and confused about everything happening between the two of you. The uncertainty and mixed emotions left you struggling to understand his true feelings, unsure of how to navigate the situation.
So you did what felt best to you, which was communicating. Even if you hated confrontation so much, you hated being unsure even more.
âLo?â your voice trembled as you whispered against him.
âYeah, sweet girl?â He said gently.
You took a little longer to respond, lost in your own thoughts, overthinking everything. Your heart was practically beating out of your chest. Sensing your hesitation, Logan spoke up again, breaking through your spiralling mind.
âAre you okay?â he asked, his voice lingering in the air as your eyes fluttered open. His head was tilted slightly, worry etched across his face.
â'M-am fine⌠I justââ you stuttered, your voice cracking. Logan stared at you, waiting patiently for you to finish. âI need to talk about something, or-or it will probably eat me alive if I don't.â
Logan's brow furrowed as his concern deepened, but he remained patient, waiting for you to continue.
âI- I overheard you and Jean earlier tonightâŚâ your voice barely above a whisper.
Recognition settled over him at your words. He sighed shortly after. âWhat exactly did you hear?â
âYou saidâŚâ your voice faltered, cracking slightly before you took a deep breath, closing your eyes. âYou said we weren't like 'that,' and that we were just friends. After hearing that, I couldn't stay. It hurt too much.â You paused, your words tumbling out in a rush. âI know I shouldn't have eavesdropped, and I'm sorry... I justââ Your voice trailed off as you buried your face in his chest, your rambling finally coming to an end.
He let out a deep sigh, pulling you closer into his embrace. One of his hands gently cupped your cheek, causing your breath to hitch at the contact. âSweetheart,â he said, his voice steady but filled with warmth. Slowly, you opened your eyes, tears welling up as you met his gaze. Logan's expression softened, and he let out a soothing sound. âAngel, if you'd stayed a little longer, you would've heard the rest of the conversation.â
âW-what?â You squeaked, your heart pounding against your chest as you anxiously waited for him to continue.
âFirst of all,â he began, locking eyes with you as he spoke, âI told Jean that I couldn't tell you how I felt because I never thought you'd feel the same way. I figured you were better off not knowing how I feel about you becauseâŚâ His voice faltered for a moment, a heavy sigh escaping him before he continued, âI've always believed I didn't deserve someone like you. Someone so beautiful, so patient, intelligent, caring and so sweet.â
���Loââ It was difficult to process everything he had said. You had been so sure that he didn't feel anything more than platonic for you, so hearing that he did was overwhelming and you needed to let it sink in. âI just thought... you know, with all the people you've had over in the past, you wouldn't feel anything for me,â you said, your sadness making it hard to finish the sentence and your nerves bracing for the words you had been dreading to hear.ââââââââââââââââ
âI know it sounds stupid, but I kept convincing myself that if I would have meaningless sex with random people that I would get over you. That if I told you how I felt, Iâd lose you,â he went on, his vulnerability tugging at your heart. âThatâs the last thing I want. You mean too much to me to risk that. I love you, and the thought of losing youâeven if it meant not having you the way I wantedâwas unbearable.â
Tears welled in your eyes, slowly slipping down your cheeks as he poured out his heart, leaving you in disbelief. You hiccuped through your tears, âYou... y-you love me?â
His expression softened further as he took in your puffy eyes and tear-streaked cheeks. Gently, he used his hands to wipe away the tears that were slipping down your cheeks, handling you with far more tenderness and care than you had shown yourself earlier.
âOf course I do,â he replied softly. âIn every universe, there's no one I love more than you.â
âLogan, you deserve me. Just as much as I deserve you,â you said, cupping his cheeks as tears continued to stream down your own. âYou don't have an idea how much I love you.â
Logan smiled softly before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. His arms tightened around you as he began to pepper your face with tender kisses. You couldn't help but giggle against him, feeling the tension between you both melt away bit by bit. The tears slowly came to a stop.
As the emotional intensity of the moment subsided, you felt a sense of relief and contentment. The storm outside seemed to fade into the background as you basked in the warmth of your newfound understanding. You knew that challenges would still come, but facing them together felt infinitely more manageable now that you had acknowledged your feelings for each other.ââââââââââââââââ
After placing a final kiss on the tip of your nose, he pulled back, his gaze filled with such deep affection that it left you feeling overwhelmedâbut in the best possible way.
Logan caressed your face with fondness as he admired you. âYouâre beautiful.â
Youâd feel flustered instantly. âYouâre so handsome Logan.â You whispered timidly.Â
âReally?â Heâd smile down at you.Â
âYes,â you whispered, continuing to meet his gaze shyly, your heart racing as his touch lingered on your skin.
You felt his hand slip beneath the hem of your nightshirt, his fingers tracing the soft skin of your back. A shiver ran down your spine at his touch, drawing his playful gaze as his eyes glinted mischievously. Your breath hitched when his other hand brushed against your bottom lip, sending warmth flooding through your body as his touch became more intimate, exploring you with quiet intensity.
âDo I make you nervous?â he teased with a devious grin.
âI guess you do,â you admitted, biting your lip bashfully.
âAnd why's that?â Logan asked, leaning in even closer. You could feel his breath against your lips, his nose brushing gently against yours.Â
Thereâs a moment of silence as Loganâs face moves closer and closer to your own, both unable to verbalise just how desperate either of you feel for each other.
His hands are warm as they wander all over your back, underneath the soft fabric of your pyjamas. Your eyes flutter close as you enjoy his attention. You feel yourself get lightheaded by his affection and by the close proximity of your bodies.
As your eyes remained locked with his, the intensity between you grew. You found yourself studying every detail of Loganâs faceâthe small moles scattered across his skin, his beautiful green eyes, the rough stubble along his jawline. Your gaze drifted from his eyes, down the slope of his nose, until you were irresistibly drawn to his lips. His mouth looks so inviting.
How much youâve dreamed of having them on your own.
You swallowed dryly at the intensity behind his eyes, your heart beating madly in your chest. A flare of heat rushed to your cheeks as you resolved to reveal the truth. You didnât want to keep it from him any longer, especially with him looking at you as if he was about to devour you.
âB-because Iââ you finally spoke as you stumbled over your words. You felt weak in his presence, but in the best way imaginable. Heat spreads through your body, a feverish sensation overwhelming your senses. Your heart raced, refusing to calm down, and your limbs trembled uncontrollably. It wasnât the kind of fever that came with illness, but a warmthâtingling, like anticipation coursing through your veins. You whimpered as the same warmth settled between your thighs. âI need y-yoââ
Before you could finish your sentence, his lips crashed onto yours, kissing you with an intensity and passion that left you trembling and helpless, while soft whimpers escaped your throat. Heâd tug your body fully closer against his own as his mouth claimed yours.
All your thoughts overwhelmed your brain, disabling any rational understanding of what was going on. Gradually, you leaned into Logan, melting into his embrace. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him back.
Logan groaned as he continued to kiss you with a fierce intensity, giving everything he had. You felt his tongue tracing your lips slowly. Knowing what he wanted you parted your mouth slightly, allowing him to slip his tongue inside and swirl it around yours.
You absorbed all his passion, savouring the warmth of his closeness and the sensation of his rough yet soft hands holding you tightly. You didnât want to ask how this was happening, nor did you dare question whether it was real or just a dream.
One of his hands roamed over the bare skin of your back beneath your pyjama shirt, leaving goosebumps in his wake, while the other explored the tender curve of your neck. He held you with such tenderness as his mouth continued to move ferociously against yours.
You whimpered against him as warmth and wetness continued to pool between your thighs, your pussy throbbing as his voice rumbled with a chuckle. âYou okay there, kitten?â he asked softly, his voice low as his lips brushed against your jaw.
You knew he could smell your arousal, knew he could hear how fast your heart was beating. You bit your lip, trying to stifle another sound, and you tried to bury your face into his chest, feeling the heat spreading across your face and body. Logan was having none of that, his lips quickly reunited with yours. He groaned softly, a deep rumble in his chest, as you trailed your tongue out to seek purchase in his mouth, and he opened for you without hesitation. His hands gripped at your waist and brought your body flush against his.
You wanted Logan to consume your very being. Claim you as his completely.
Soft little noises of pleasure kept leaving your mouth as he continued to kiss you. His lips pressed against yours, guiding the kiss with a gentle control that made you melt into his embrace. You surrendered completely, letting him lead as you revelled in the sensation. He was so good at kissing that all you wanted was to stay in this moment with him forever.
He pulled away after what felt like hours to breathe, his warm pants fanning across your heated face. He was still holding your face with one hand, and his thumb on your cheek moved a little, stroking your skin with so much tenderness. Murmuring against your lips, he said, âIâve wanted to do this for so long. I love you so much.â before delving back in for more.
You whimpered as he nipped at your bottom lip, then gently swiped his tongue over it to soothe the sting. You gasped, and Logan seized the moment to explore the inside of your mouth with his tongue once again. As the kiss grew more heated, you moaned, feeling lightheaded and dizzy.
Surprisingly, you completely forgot about the storm thatâs raging outside.
Logan devoured you, pouring all his love into you and claiming your mouth and kissing you with so much passion, your body shuddered with want, from the need for him. He moved his lips with yours and swirled his tongue with your own. His hand then moved to tangle in your hair as he pressed his body to yours completely.
Your hands moved to bury in his hair as well. When you pulled at his hair it was a bit rougher than you intended to and it tips his head all the way back and he lets out a loud, wanton moan that makes your whole body flush with arousal. You whined as he finally pulled away, as he left your body flush and panting and craving so much more.
His mouth then moved from your lips to your cheeks as he whispered his love for you again and again. He started trailing long, hot kisses down your jaw and neck. You whimpered pitifully as he suckled lightly on the side of your neck, tilting your head back instinctively to bare more of your soft skin to him.
âFuck, baby, youâre everything.â He groaned as he bit down gently on the junction of your neck and shoulder. You cried out, impulsively grinding your hips against his own, desperately searching for some much needed friction against your throbbing clit. âYouâre mine.â Heâd growl against your skin.
You gasped, your eyes flying open when you felt his erection pressing against your pussy. You moaned as your core started clenching around nothing, begging for some attention, his attention.
Logan groaned as you continued to grind against him, grasping your hips into his hands to halt your movements. You whined in protest, as he then rolled you both over, hovering above you as he pinned your arms gently against the mattress.
âSo needy.â He chuckled as a devious smile would grow on his face. âDoes your sweet little pussy want some attention?â He grinned when you whimpered underneath him, before he continued. âI can always smell how much you need me.â He growled before he rolled his hips against yours again. âThis virgin pussy is always begging for me to fill her.â
You didnât have time to become embarrassed as high pitched whimpers slipped past your lips as he continued to grind against you. Youâve craved this man so bad, and now that he was yours you didnât want to hold back anymore. He intertwined your hands together as he moved his big straining and clothed cock against your now soaked panties.Â
âLove those little noises you make for me, such a good girl.â He moaned against the skin of your neck as he pressed open mouthed kisses and licks across your skin.Â
You whined as he gave you a particular hard thrust. You could feel how massive he felt as he rubbed his cock against your clothed folds. You couldnât deny that it made you nervous but all you could think about was that you needed and wanted him to take you so bad. More wetness would pool down your heated cunt as you fantasise about him filling your tiny pussy with more than just his cock. âAh, n-need yo-you LoâŚâ
Suddenly everything became overwhelming, the temperature in the room rising quickly, the feel of his thick cock thrusting against you, the feel of his touch as it wandered all over your skin and the fact that you were going into a foreign but intimate territory with your best friend had you feeling hot all over.
His features softened as he took in how overwhelmed and flustered you looked. He slowed down his movements and one of his hands would move to hold your face as he slowly leaned down to peck your lips. âYouâre okay baby girl, Iâve got you. I will take good care of you.â He whispered against your lips. His low voice sent a new wave of arousal down your body. âTell me what you need, kitten.â
âYou, I need you, Logan. I've always only needed you,â you whimpered against his lips as you reconnected them. His hands gently caressed your thighs, and your mind became hazy with intense lust and overwhelming love for him. Your brain instantly turned into mush as you continued to kiss each other passionately.
The kiss then increased with an intensity that had you gasping for breath. You rolled your hips into his, rubbing your throbbing clit against him for some friction against your core. You moaned into his mouth as you rubbed against him. The front of his sweatpants strained as he moved along with you.
As you kept losing yourself in the kiss, you felt his hands wander up your thighs up to the hem of your shirt. His fingers brushed delicately over the sides of your ribs, moving up and down your skin repeatedly, his fingertips mapping out every dip and curve as they wandered all over your skin.
âYou're beautiful,â he whispered against your lips, admiring you, making you glance up at him shyly from beneath him. He pulled away just slightly only for him to hold the hem of your shirt, and you could tell what he was about to ask before he opened his mouth. You bit your lip and nodded vigorously, causing him to chuckle breathlessly. âYou want me to take this off?â He questioned as he tugged at the fabric gently.Â
You nodded bashfully, unable to use or trust your voice during that moment.Â
He smiled softly, his hands gently brushing under your shirt before hooking his fingers into the fabric. Slowly, he lifted it, and you raised your arms to help him slip it off.
You felt heat rising on your skin the way his eyes roamed all over you, taking in every little detail. The way Logan was looking at you, eyes filled with nothing but love, adoration and lust, made you feel so alive.
He discarded the piece of clothing to the side and began mouthing along your collarbone with affection. You trembled underneath him as he showered you with his attention. âYouâre so beautiful,â he whispered repeatedly as his mouth travelled all over your exposed skin.
His large hands moved to the curve of your waist where it met your hips and clutched it, holding you tight as he littered damp kisses and nips to your shoulders and any skin along the way down to your breasts. You whimpered as he traced the tip of his nose over the swell of your breast.
He smirked as he looked up at you, breathing in through his nose as he inhaled your scent and you couldnât help but shiver when he exhaled warmly through his mouth and onto your nipple. âFuck, baby girl, youâre so hot.â
Then, he wrapped his lips around one nipple, teeth just skimming your skin as he sucked and licked with passion.
âL-Lo,â you mewl as you try to grind your hips against him, your cunt seeking friction as it throbs with need.
âFeeling good kitty?â He quipped back as he grins up at you. You felt your skin flush with heat as you just stared down at him. Lust was written all over your face and he had no trouble reading your expression. So he resumed licking, long, lavishing licks with the flat of his tongue over your pebbled nipple as the other hand which was occupying your other breast, travelled all the way down to your panties.Â
As his fingers slipped underneath the band of your lacy underwear, down to where you needed him the most, his mouth fell open to unleash a loud groan onto your nipple as he felt your wetness, sliding his fingers between your soaked folds.
He explored your wet cunt patiently. Heat overwhelmed your senses as Logan continued to litter soft kisses all over your chest. Your hands found his head, running your fingers through his hair as his mouth continued to wander all over your naked skin.
Loganâs lips moved slowly down your body, kissing every little place he could find on your skin while his hands traced along.
Soon, he would retreat his hand from your heat, leaving you a whimpering mess. He then leant forward, his face meeting your sex, breathing in the smell of your pussy, running his nose against the damp patch on your underwear. You whimpered as he inhaled your scent. âFuck kitten,â he growled as he couldnât seem to stop smelling you. âThis pussy smells so good, I canât wait to taste ya.â
A devious smile played on Loganâs lips as he looked up at you through his eyelashes. âI am sure you taste just as good as you smell, if not better.â He groaned before taking your underwear between his teeth, while pulling it off your legs slowly. A shuddering breath left your lips, speechless as you watched him take off your lacy panties, becoming needier the longer you watched him. Logan kept looking at you as he slid down your body, pulling it off of you when it reached your ankles.
Once he took them off completely he gently pushed your legs wide for him, whimpering as the air hit your wet slit. He took a moment as his eyes took over you, your glistening centre clenching around nothing as he continued to stare at your wet hole. The man between your legs would moan at the sight. Not much later, Logan smirked as he kissed all the way up to your leg, taking his sweet time to give your body the attention you deserved. He pressed soft kisses from your ankles up to your knees, his hands moving along with his mouth, caressing the insides of your thighs as he gradually moved up your legs.
His lips lingered on your thighs, licking and sucking some kisses on your soft skin, Loganâs lips were so close to where you needed him the most yet he felt so far away.
âSo pretty,â he murmured as he guided your legs over either of his shoulders.
You were about to beg as his lips detached from your thigh, only for moments later to feel him nuzzling against your pussy, smearing your juices across his lips and opening you up to his skilled tongue.
You gasp and squirm at the contact of his wet tongue.
He then pulls back for a second, âpussy tastes so good,â he moaned before his fingers moved to spread your outer lips for him. âBut I think I'm gonna play with my girl for a bit.â Logan smiled as he slid a finger inside of you, watching the way your body squirmed at the sensation, moaning against the pillow next to you as you tried to muffle yourself.
You moaned as he moved his thick and long finger inside your tight walls. âSo wet for me baby girl, youâre literally dripping on my finger,â he said before he pressed some kisses on your pubic bone, making you buck your hips in response. âEasy, kitty, we have all night.â
âL-Logan, please please I need more. Need your mouth and just. More. Pleaseeee need you so baââ your whining got cut off the moment you felt his lips wrap around your clit, sucked it into his mouth, coaxing a loud but broken moan out of you. âF-Fuck!â
You felt like screaming, you didnât know what to do with your hands, feeling so lost and overwhelmed with the pleasure Logan was giving you already. He dove between your legs, licking a stripe up through your folds and teasingly dipping his tongue into your entrance along with his finger before he travelled up to your clit, spreading your lips with his wet appendage before sucking your button into his mouth.
The whine that came out of you only drove Logan to seek out more of those heavenly sounds. As his one single digit pumped in and out of you, you couldnât help but appreciate that his fingers felt so much more pleasurable and thicker than your own. As bliss overwhelmed your senses, you felt your whole body start to tremble.Â
Your core began clenching around his finger, begging for more. He pumped his finger in and out of you at a leisurely pace. Instinctively you tried moving your hips, slowly, grinding against his hand and mouth as he moaned. He gave you an intense look as he continued to fuck you with his finger. His eyes couldnât seem to stay in one place as he admired how beautiful you were underneath him.
You were panting heavily, barely able to think straight, your mind turning hazy as he slowly slipped a second finger inside your tight channel.Â
Logan moved them slowly at first as your pussy tried to adjust to the addition. The stretch was overwhelming but oh so satisfying. Little whimpers left your lips as he fucked you with his fingers. He moved his face back to meet yours, engulfing you in a passionate kiss, swallowing all your little mewls.
You gasped, his tongue slipped inside your mouth, kissing you with so much passion, giving you everything he had to offer. âThat feels good doesn't it, princess?â Logan groaned as his thumb made contact with your clit. You bucked your hips and nodded quietly. âUse your words pretty girl,â he taunted while he curled his fingers inside you as he played with the sensitive spot inside you.
âYes, please please Lo, feels⌠so good.â You moaned loudly.
Soon his lips travelled all the way down your body as whines and whimpers left your trembling lips, silently begging for more â all while he was still finger fucking you.
Logan inhaled your scent as soon as he leaned forward, but didnât let you wait in anticipation much longer. He wet his lips before his head dipped between your legs, warm tongue licking a slow stripe across your outer lips, all the way up to your button.
âAh, fuck!â You cried out, your hips bucking off the mattress.Â
Squeaky, senseless noises bubbled up from your throat wantonly. Your hips stuttered against him and he just sighed like there was nothing in the world he'd rather do than this, eating you out on your bed.
You were a mess of his name, chanting and stuttering over and over again like a prayer. Your eyes squeezing shut to the point of tears, his mouth licked up your clit, as he continued to finger you while one of his other hands was holding your hip, pinning you to the soft sheets as you bucked into him, trying to urge him to do more.
The way he build up your arousal by pumping his fingers in and out of you, curling up ever so slightly to find the spongy spot inside of you. The familiar coil in your belly continued to build up as Logan suckled on your sensitive bud. Your abdomen tightened as he began quickening his pace again, his fingers hitting into that sweet spot with precision, had your toes curling as you clenched your thighs around his head.
Logan was lapping at you with determination, moving his fingers continuously as he slowly got you to the edge.
âOh, myââyou whimpered, trembling digits sinking half into his brown hair and the other against your teeth, as you tried to silence yourself. âFuck, aahh Logan, f-fuckâŚâ
He moaned against you as his lips sealed around your clit and you bucked your hips at the action. Warmth spread throughout your whole body as he began talking you through it. âFuckinâ- you taste so good. Feels so good. Youâre just⌠everything.â
You whimpered as he continued. âCome on,â he grunted as he pumped his fingers faster in and out of you. âCome on baby, cum for me.âÂ
âAh, d-daddy,â You gasped loudly as your whole body trembled even more, the hot familiar feeling continued to spread all over your body, your body tingling, your hips moving at their own accord against Loganâs hand and face. Totally unaware of the word that slipped past your lips as your body tensed as he called you âa good girlâ and shortly after you came against his mouth and around his fingers.Â
âThatâs my girl.â
Your whole mind felt like exploding and all you could see were stars. You felt so overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure and emotions you were experiencing. Your body still trembled as you felt yourself come down from your high.
As you slowly came back to your senses you felt him gently pull his fingers out of your pulsing hole. But you still felt Loganâs mouth on you, licking and sucking at your pussy and it didnât feel like he was gonna stop any time soon. You whined as he moaned against you while he licked against your tight entrance, licking up your release, his tongue prodding your slick hole.
ââS too much.â You whimpered at the overstimulation.
Logan ignored your pleas, moaning against your heat as he continued to eat you out. The man you adored so much between your legs kept sliding his tongue up and down your sensitive slit. Your little mewls and other noises of ecstasy spurred him on, to move his lips back up to your clit, sucking the nub softly between his lips.Â
âYou love having daddy eat your sweet pussy donât you?â He smirked, looking up at your flustered and embarrassed face as he continued licking your soaked cunt. âNo need to be embarrassed, baby. I like it.â
The walls of your pussy clenched furiously, the empty feeling inside you intensifying with every lick, and as your wetness trickled out of you, your core practically begged him to fill it up.
âOh sweet girl.â Logan tutted as you began grinding your hips against his face as moans kept spilling from your lips. âYouâre so sensitive, kitten.â He chuckled as he pressed a kiss to your clit.Â
Eventually he leaned down, finally slipping his tongue into your entrance, he curled the muscle upward to brush your walls, the sight of your fingers bunching the fabric of the sheets in a tight grip encouraged him to do it again and again.
Writhing below him, you felt him lick up and press against a sensitive spot inside that had you seeing stars, while your hips bucked against his face uncontrollably. Your fingers moved once again, gripping onto his dark hair rather harshly as you pushed your hips against his face shoving his tongue deeper inside your hole.
âPlease,â you begged. ââM close.â
âPlease what?â He taunted as he continued to lick your heat.
âP-please,â you stuttered and paused before finishing timidly. âDaddy.â
âGood girl,â he said before plunging his tongue back inside you as his thumb came up to press against your little bundle of nerves. Moments later, the tension snapped inside your lower tummy, cumming with a loud whine, your hips stuttered as your vision blurred. You cried out his name, your voice unable to remain steady.Â
Your hips stuttered until the final waves of aftershock pass. As you slowly came back down to reality again while you tried to catch your breath, you heard him praising you softly while he continued to lap at your wetness gently. You whined and nudged him away with your leg, only to react with a chuckle.
âTaste so good, baby. Could eat your sweet pussy all day.â He grinned as he licked the wetness off his mouth. Logan smirked, holding eye contact with you as he brought his glistening fingers to his mouth.
You giggled as he licked his fingers clean, feeling slightly embarrassed by the action. Trying to hide your flushed face, you lazily raised your hands to cover it, but Logan wasnât having any of it. With a gentle smile, he placed tender kisses all over your hands, pulling them down slowly. Then, he leaned in closer, pressing sweet kisses to your nose, your forehead, and both your cheeks before finally capturing your lips. Each kiss was playful, filled with warmth, as laughter bubbled softly between you, his grin widening against your mouth.
He pulled away with a satisfied sigh, a warm smile spreading across his face as he reached to touch the side of your neck, tracing his fingertips up and down.
You exhaled as you melted at the feel of his touch and kissed his thumb as it came to trace across your lips. Your shaky legs wrapped around his hips, and with a playful gleam in your eyes, you gave his thumb a tender lick, holding his gaze as you rubbed your still sensitive heat against his clothed cock.
âF-fuck, you canât just do that kitten.â He groaned as his hands came to hold your hips, stilling your movements.
You whined, pouting as you looked up at him. âWhy not?â
âItâs hard to control myself around you.â He grunted as he started grinding his cock against you. Your gaze wandered downward, following the line of the vein near his V-line as it disappeared beneath his grey sweatpants. You couldnât help but whine underneath him as he continued to grind his covered cock against your growing wetness. You gasped after giving you a particular hard thrust, thatâs when you realised and felt he wasnât wearing any underwear underneath them. He felt massive. âIâve been trying to control myself for years. I think Iâd have to control myself a bit longer.â
âW-why?â you hiccuped as he kept rutting his hips into yours.
âDonât wanna hurt ya.â He mumbled, as his cock strained against his sweatpants.
âBut I know you wonât.â You said, your voice steady, filled with all the confidence you could summon. You watched as his jaw clenched, his grip tightening slightly as he held himself back, resisting the urge to just take you like he always wanted.
âHow are you so certain?â His breath hitched when you tightened your legs around him.
âI-I, because I trust you.â You continued to stutter as you both rolled your hips against each other. His eyes darkened with desire, but you could tell he was trying to restrain himself, fighting against what he truly wanted, even though the tension between you was nearly unbearable. Still, you held his gaze, unwavering. âBecause you love me.â
Logan groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as he fought to keep control, every muscle in his body tense with the effort. You could see the conflict etched across his face, the battle between what he wanted and what he was trying to hold back. His grip on you tightened slightly, a sign of the restraint still lingering in him, though it was slowly slipping away. His breathing was ragged, and for a moment, you thought he might give in. But then, he swallowed hard, forcing himself to stay still, clinging to the last shred of restraint that hadnât left him yet. âYou donât know how hard this is,â he muttered through gritted teeth, his voice thick with desire. âHow difficult itâs been, every day since I met you, trying to hold back while being around you.â
âI think I do, Logan,â you whispered, gazing up at him. âMaybe not in the exact way you feel it, but Iâve struggled too, convincing myself daily that I could never have you. And now, realising I couldâve had you from the startâitâs almost unbearable.â You bit your lip, noticing how his expression softened. âThatâs why I donât want us to hold back anymore. I donât think I can endure it any longer. Please, I need you, Logan. I love you, and Iâll always want youââ
Your words were cut off as Logan surged towards you, cupping your face as he kissed you passionately. His lips moved fervently against yours, as if he was trying to make up for every moment of restraint. Making up for any lost time. The intensity of his kiss made your head spin, your heartbeat quickening as you melted into his embrace. His hands then started roaming around your body, his hold on you tightening occasionally, pulling you closer, while his breath grew heavy as you felt every emotion as he kissed you. You clung to him, pouring out every feeling and emotion out with every heated kiss.
âI love you,â Logan murmured between tender kisses, breathlessly whispering your name.
Your own hands began wandering all over his body and eventually down his solid chest until your fingers met his abdomen, slipping momentarily underneath the waistband of his sweatpants. With a mix of urgency and desire, you tugged at them while whimpering underneath him as you continued to kiss him deeply.
âJust relax, baby. Iâve got you,â he whispered softly after pulling away from the kiss. He eventually took it upon himself to slowly peel back, shuffling a bit to rid himself of the last piece of fabric on his body. He tossed it aside, fully exposing himself to your hungry eyes.
Your breath hitched, your eyes wide. Fuck, he was massive. Long and thick in all the right ways. Just as you thought, the vein between his V Lines moved down to his cock. A spark of heat shot down to your pulsing core as you imagined how he would fit or fill you up. But it was also accompanied by a twinge of nerves.
Logan chuckled as he moved closer to you, his lips chasing your own as he enveloped you in another sweet but deep kiss.Â
The two of you kissed languidly for a moment, treasuring the heat of each other's bodies as your lips slot together with ease, but soon enough the kisses become deeper, more frantic and hands start to grip tighter and legs tangling together.Â
It's like you're both starved, this insatiable hunger for each other.Â
You couldnât help but roll your hips against his to feel his thick cock. You whined as it turned slick as you kept grinding yourself against him, and he had no trouble gliding his hips against you and rutting it into your clit.
You gasped openly into his mouth, desire growing quickly. You were so wet. Logan swallowed your whines with his lips against yours, hips rolling against you. He kissed you full with fervour, his grip on you intensifying heatedly.
He held his length in his hand as he kept rubbing the head of his cock from your entrance, up to your clit, circling until you were squirming underneath him, and back down. The thought of his thickness finally entering your pussy made you wetter by the second, turning you more on. Logan swallowed your little mewls with his mouth, his hips rolling with yours.
You were trembling against him, full of anticipation. His body covered your whole body with his. You writhed against him, wishing he was just in you already and filling you up and consuming you with pleasure once again.
âP-please, Logan.â You stuttered, your body trembling underneath him as you waited for his next move.Â
Logan hummed as he concentrated while circling your clenching hole teasingly. You arched your back slightly as you whined, silently begging to finally fill your pussy the way youâve always wanted him to do.
âRelax, baby girl.â He whispered after he licked and kissed underneath your ear.
âPlease d-daddy, I-I need you.â You whimpered in anticipation. Logan would grunt loudly before nudging the tip of his cock against your soaked hole. Your legs trembled underneath him, a mix of nerves and excitement. âWant you to fill this little pussy. Need you t-to fill it with more than your cock. N-need your cum.â You whispered seductively against his ear as his last bit of restraint snaps.Â
At your words, Logan gradually put more pressure on your entrance making you whimper underneath him, once he finally slid his tip inside you, a gasp elicited from the both of you.
Youâre aware this was just barely the tip of him, but you couldnât help but feel the stretch burn already. Logan slid in so slowly it was agonising. You cried out as he gradually pushed more of his pulsing cock inside your own clenching hole. He was so big.
You tangled your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling slightly as you whined underneath him. He panted along with you, his warm breath fanning over your face while he kept his forehead pressed against yours. The stretch stung, but his pace kept it bearable. He guided himself a centimetre further, then another, another, until you were digging your nails into his scalp, a gasp spilling from your lips.
His hips stilled instantly once he heard the pained noises falling from your lips. Tears began to prickle at your waterline, a combination of discomfort and the overwhelming feelings that were coursing through you.
âDoing so good for me baby,â he praised as he peppered your face with gentle kisses. âYouâre doing so good for me.â
âPlease,â you whimpered as your eyes fluttered close.
Logan continued to move almost painfully slow, letting you adjust to every centimetre of him. After a couple of seconds you were able to relax more into it. You whimpered, clutching his shoulders at the stretch, the heat in your abdomen growing as your walls fluttered around him, pleasure beginning to bloom in your stomach.
âSo fullâŚâ you whined.
âSuch a good girl,â he grunted softly. You think there wasnât a possibility to get more wet but as he utters those words you felt your heat get even more wet. He leaned down as he kissed your lips gently, as he filled you up bit by bit. He hoped the sweetness of his embrace would soften the sting.
Youâre trembling as you canted your hips up, begging for him to fill you to the brim, while you gripped the bedsheets between your fingers. âPlease Lo, need more. I can take it, daddy.â You whimpered as you involuntarily and repeatedly tightened around his thick cock.
He groaned at your desperate whines, losing his composure momentarily as he thrust the rest of his length all the way inside your tiny hole. The head of his dick kissing your cervix once he bottomed out. You cried out as you were trembling underneath him, trying to adjust to his size while your pussy kept pulsing around his cock.
âFuck, so fuckinâ tight.â He hissed as he let you adjust to his cock.Â
His lips came to press soft and tender kisses all over your face as he let you relax. Tears brimmed at the corners of your eyes as you continued to adjust around him. You felt so full, as if he was made for you, and only you. The feeling of him filling you up so completely had you seeing stars and digging fingernails into his shoulders. You felt one of his hands finding your hand, lacing them with yours as the other one reached up to your face.
His breathing was heavy as you squeezed his cock repeatedly. Small whimpers left your lips as you squirm underneath him.
You needed more.Â
You hadnât even realised your eyes had drifted shut until you slowly opened them, gazing up at Logan with a soft, pleading look. âPlease, Logan.â
âWhat do you need, sweetheart?â he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated deep in his chest.
âNeed more.â You whispered.
âAww, does my sweet girl need me to move?â he teased, tilting his head with a playful smirk.
âNeed you, please.â You begged as your pussy clenched around his thick cock rather hard which made him groan above you. âPlease, I need you to fuck me so bad.â
His breath hitched as he exhaled shakily, before nodding quietly. Slowly, he started moving inside you, gentle but deep. One hand reached down to play with your clit, while the other one went to intertwine your fingers together, holding your hand tightly.Â
The sting hurt for a while, but it easily morphed into a more pleasurable feeling as he moved against you. Youâre so overstimulated from all your previous orgasms that the sensation he was giving you was mixed between pain and pleasure.
He grunted as he dropped his head to your ear to kiss and lick at the sensitive skin just below it. Soon enough the pain would completely disappear and all you could feel was pure bliss.
Slowly, you were getting used to his girth, anticipating it every time he pulled out of you before moving forward. Your legs are splayed open on either side of his hips as he ground his cock into you. The angle was so good, gradually he would pick up his pace, leaving you a whimpering mess underneath him. As he fucked into you in languid strokes, the sound of slick skin and your noises of pleasure could be heard in your bedroom.
âHow do you feel?â he whispered against your ear.
âFeels so good.â You moaned as you tightened around his cock, this time voluntarily.
You whimpered as he picked up the pace, angling himself in a certain way inside you. He finally leaned down to wrap his arms around you, the action elicited a gasp out of you as you grab at the sheets around you, as he fucked you harder and faster.
Every time heâd thrust inside you, his pelvic bone would drag along your throbbing clit, making you cry out his name in pure ecstasy.Â
âYouâre taking me so well, sweet girl. Doing so so, good for me.â He whispered against your skin as he moved to nuzzle his face against your neck.
Soft grunts fell from Loganâs lips whenever he hit a specific deep spot inside you. You whimpered as his lips moved back up to your lips, enveloping them in a heated kiss. You melted completely against him, holding you close to him as he fucked you. He snaked one of his hands down between your conjoined bodies finding your clit as he rubbed two fingers over the sensitive nub.
At a certain point you felt him slide into a pressure point in your core and coupled with the way his fingers circled your clit, it had you clenching like a vise around his dick. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head from the pleasure he was providing you. The whimpers that fell from your lips became higher pitched as he picked up his pace.
âFeeling good, kitten?â He groaned, as his lips curled into a mischievous smile as he admired the way your face twisted in pure bliss. Too overwhelmed by the new experience. Filth and praise continued to come out of his mouth as he fucked you. âThis pussy was made for daddy.â
His mouth covered your own instead as he swallowed all your little noises of pleasure, you could feel the tightness return in your belly, the tight coil that pulls tighter with every movement and every touch.
Your whimpers, gasps of pleasure and pants increased as ecstasy and warmth overwhelmed your senses.
âTaking daddyâs cock so well, baby.â
His hands couldnât get enough of you, sliding around your hips and lower back, wanting to feel all of you, touch you everywhere. You whimpered at the feeling of his speed, feeling another orgasm coming so close, eyes tightly shut and legs locked bruisingly around Loganâs hips. He could feel it too, in the way you clenched and squeezed around his length, and he began to drive even harder into your pussy as he tilted his hips gently, searching for the one place that he hoped would blow your mind.
âAh, daddyââ you hiccuped as he fucked you so good you felt like a blabbering mess. âNeed you to come inside my pussy...â
âIs that what you want?â He growled as you pulsed around him. âCanât believe it⌠itâs your first time and youâre already begging for me to cum inside. So filthy. Youâre close arenât ya?â
You nodded furiously as your arms trembled as they wrapped around him, your nails digging in his back as he moaned on top of you. The feeling of the coil tightening in your belly, was tingling down to your legs, ready to snap at any moment.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he whispered, cursing under his breath when you purposefully tighten your walls around him. âBet youâd look even prettier with my cum inside your pussy. All full and messy.â
âPleaseâŚâ you moaned as you thought about him filling you up. âPlease Lo, baby, daddy⌠please fill this pussy up.â
He grunted as he buried his face into your neck as he fucked into you, making the whole bed rattle at his force.
âYou want to cum pretty girl?â
You nodded frantically at his words while your eyes fluttered close as you bit your lip harshly. You were bucking up beneath him, nails digging into his skin even more as his hand moved back to your clit as another came to intertwine your hands together, pinning them to the bed. He rubbed your clit with enough pressure to ensure youâll cum around him.
âCum for daddy.â Logan demands softly.
And when he finally nudged against that spot inside you coupled with his deep voiceâ you were exploding, shattering, and detonating all at once, as you cried out his name. Blood was rushing so wildly in your ears that you couldnât possibly hear the way you wail and sob as he crashed his lips onto yours, swallowing all your noises. Your head lolled back, your back arching violently as you twist and contort in pleasure underneath him.
âThatâs it, good girl.â Logan moaned in your ear as your walls spasmed and pulsed around his cock, begging him to cum inside, desperate for him to fill you up the way he promised.
âFuck,â he groaned, pushing himself up as he thrust deeper into you, the head of his cock hitting your cervix repeatedly. âYou want me to fill this pussy up? Make it all messy?â
You were still in a daze but you were able to understand him so you nod vigorously at his words, whining even more at the sensitivity. Your pussy squeezed around his cock in anticipation. âPleaseâŚâ
âFuck, take it baby.â It washed over him instantly, hips stuttering into you as he grew desperate, eyes squeezing shut when he felt his cock throb inside of you before hot spurts of his seed splashed along your walls, painting them in ribbons of white. The warmth of his seed filled you up and spread inside your pussy. The feeling made you whimper, limbs limp on the bed as he shallowly thrust into you, making sure you took every last drop.Â
His warm cum filled you up deeply, the mild heat of it settling deep inside you and causing you to squirm under him. Logan panted as he let his body slump against yours. He rested on top of you, trying to steady his breath. His cock was still nuzzled deep within you, still half hard as it kept his cum from leaking out.
It was a blurry haze when you came back to your senses, your whole body was aching whilst simultaneously feeling the most relaxed you've ever been, equally as exhausted as it was energised, and you didnât bother trying to question why. Just pure contentment.
Once both of you caught your breaths, Logan leaned his forehead against yours before kissing you tenderly.
âThat wasâŚâ He breathed, smiling tiredly at the complete dopey mess he's made of you; hair all over the place and eyes lidded heavily, heated skin glowing and your lips looking swollen from all the kisses youâve both shared.
âOh yeah, that was mind blowing.â Your voice came out hoarse, still recovering from the height and volume it had gone, and you cleared your throat gently before you smiled up at him.
âI love you.â He whispered before he captured your lips in a deep and lazy kiss. You could feel his soft mouth smiling against yours as you whimpered against him. You felt yourself melting against his embrace as he wrapped his arms around you.
âI love you too.â You whispered back against his mouth.Â
You shifted slightly when you felt that he was still hard inside you. Biting your lip, you squeezed purposely around him at the realisation. Logan groaned at the feeling, his large palms sliding up your sides in a soothing manner.Â
âDonât do that.â Logan grumbled but you saw a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
âWhy not?â You giggled as your hands trailed through his hair.
âMakes me wanna fuck you again.â Your boyfriend mumbled.
âHm, thatâs kind of the point.â You continued to giggle.
Logan chuckled as he pulled his head back, looking at you with a mirthful smile.
Before you knew it, he pulled out only to man handle your body in the position he wanted you to be. Manoeuvres your body until youâre on your tummy. His hands came to hold your hips, pulling them up, your ass in the air for him.
He kneads the flesh of your cheeks before spreading them apart for him. Your body slumps slightly forward with exhaustion but Logan is quick to grip your hips, holding you in the same position. âOh kitten, Iâm not done with you yet.â He tutted.Â
Your cheeks flushed with heat as you prepared yourself for a long night filled with passion.
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Hiiiii! So Iâm not super thrilled with this but Iâve been having a time of it at work so I worked on this when I could đ
Not sure if there will be a second part yet tbh weâll see!
Edit: almost forgot to add that the gorgeous divider below is by @gildui they have some absolutely beautiful cod themed dividers.
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Reader comes back Wrong
Content: implied/referenced torture, injury, suicide reference/implicated âpactâ (by background character), lack of wound care
The breakup was bad.
Not in the top 3 of Simonâs worst nightmare-inducing memories - but likely top 5. He certainly wakes up chest aching and eyes burning often enough for it to be a solid contender. Heâs haunted by tears that dripped like acid and the cracks in your voice deafening him.
On bad days, he thinks he can still see you shuffling down the halls, eyes sunken and red-rimmed, dark circles and chapped lips. Anger giving way to resignation giving way to pain and sadness. The rest of the team tight-lipped and wincing, no sides taken, shoulders and ears offered equally in commiseration.
Your misery wanted no company, though.
You didnât tell Simon that you were leaving. Gaz let slip over a subdued but obligatory game of cards, youâd be gone for a long time - loaned out to Laswell.
Simon didnât go to see you off. Didnât ask why you were leaving or accuse you of being too immature to be on a team with him. He didnât wish you good luck, stay safe with the rest of the team on the tarmac at 0-dark when you took off.
He should have.
Price says youâll be gone for six months. Just six. Itâs better this way, he reminds them when Johnny balks. His eyes are on Simon, though, when he adds that you need to get your head on straight, and you werenât able to do it with them.
So. Six months.
Simon stops expecting you on his left. Stops smelling your shampoo lingering on bits of clothes he pretended not to notice you steal. He still dreams about you begging him not to push you away.
183 days come and go.
On day 184, Laswell sends word - your temporary team likes you quite a bit. They want you to stay on for one more month⌠one more mission⌠one moreâŚ
Six months turns to ten.
312 days since you left; since you were home.
The team hasnât stopped leaving a space for you at their tables, right between Gaz and Price. You miss your own birthday. Laswell says sheâll pass along well wishes.
The situation changes. A target resurfaces. All hands on deck, including yours.
374 days. Twelve months and some change.
They donât spend the holidays with you, but thereâs a stack of presents waiting in Priceâs office. Your mugs have collected dust in the back of the rec room cabinet.
Laswell says youâre still deployed on one last mission, return TBD. Soon, though.
487 days. Still TBD. Soon. Really. Just some loose ends to tie up.
561 days. There was some trouble during exfil but youâre alright. Just a bit of recovery.
Youâre coming home.
590 days. Youâll land at 0700 tomorrow.
Itâs been 591 days since Simon last saw you. Since any of them last saw you.
Laswell has come to deliver you personally, a kind of apology for keeping you away so long. Sheâs the first off the transport and youâre right behind her.
Your hair is shorter. Much, much shorter. Thereâs a new patch on your jacket - memento from your temporary team, Simon figures.
Apart from that, you look⌠almost exactly how you did when you left. Dark circles under your eyes, mouth drawn and tight. Thereâs invisible weight compressing your shoulders, urging them in and down. But youâre there again. Just the way he remembers.
(Why are you the way he remembers?)
âLong time, no see,â Gaz calls, reaching for you.
Thereâs half a beat, you blink. Hesitate.
Then you grin and reach back.
âMissed my pretty face, did you?â you reply.
Johnny laughs and brings you in for a hug. You twitch hug him back, patting his shoulder as you pull away.
âGood to have you back, Sergeant,â Price says, shaking your hand.
You turn to Simon, nod in greeting, expression pleasant. âGhost.â
So thatâs how itâll be? Alright.
âSergeant.â
That night, you go out for drinks with the team and Laswell. Simon goes along to show there are no hard feelings.
(Not that you seem to need reassurance. Itâs not even that youâre not looking at him. You are. Whenever he speaks, the rare times he does, or if he shifts in his seat. Your gaze doesnât linger or jerk away, you treat him like you do Johnny and Gaz and Price.)
When Johnny mixes up your usual for Priceâs, you donât even seem to notice. But Simon does.
âWhen did you start drinking whiskey?â he wonders.
You used to swear youâd never like it, claiming it tasted like boot polish and the âBoys Clubâ wasnât worth the indigestion it gave you.
âSomeone from my other team,â you say by way of explanation.
You donât ask for another whiskey. Laswell gets the rest of your drinks for that night.
Simon turns into the rec room two days later and finds you already there. Thereâs only the light above the sink on, and youâre staring at the steady drip, drip, drip from the faucet. A cup of black coffee cools in your hand. Youâre already wearing gloves.
âSugarâs in the left now,â he calls.
Your head twitches, something pops in your neck.
âOh, thanks,â you chirp, turning for the cabinet. âSleep okay, LT?â
ââBout as well as I ever do,â he replies gruffly, sidling up next to you for the kettle.
You hum. Thereâs a yellow packet in your hand. (Didnât you used to like the blue one?)
âI get that,â you sympathize.
He snorts. Since when?
âDo you?â
When he glances down, youâre not looking at him. Instead, youâre trying (and failing) to get the sink to stop dripping.
âYou know thatâs been broken for ages,â he says.
At least as long as the 141 has been around. You tried to fix it once when you first joined up, too, with no luck.
âRight,â you say. A little too quickly, a little too agreeably. âWell, anyway, enjoy your tea, Lieutenant.â
You leave the packet of sugar behind. Unopened.
Youâre back and itâs like it used to be - not just before you left, but before the breakup. Before there was ever anything to break up.
Your time away seems to have given you whatever space from Simon you were hoping for, because you act like there was never anything at all.
Heâs half expecting, dreading, that youâll pull him aside at some point. Ask for a word after dinner, or swing by his room before bed. Talk about the break up now that cooler heads prevail and 19 months have sanded down the rough feelings. Seek closure, maybe.
But you donât. The weeks pass until a month has gone and you never exchange more than easy pleasantries with Simon. You give him space, give him privacy. Things you never used to give him much of before, for better or worse.
You fool around with Gaz and Johnny, trade quips with Price, and follow Simonâs orders. Train recruits. Write reports.
Youâre back, better than ever.
So why does it feel like Simonâs still waiting for you to return?
Youâre always dressed now, head to toe. Day or night, rain or shine. From the neck down youâre in full sleeves, long pants, boots and gloves.
It doesnât occur to anyone until youâre sweating through your compression shirt in the gym. Wipe your shiny forehead for the dozenth time before Johnny says, âwhy not just take it off?â
âItâs not that bad,â you laugh, waving him off.
When you lie down to bench press, Simon notes the bottom of your shirt tucked tight into your waistband. He exchanges a glance with Johnny - heâs seen it too.
You used to dress in shorts and sports bras during exercise, a towel over your shoulder. In the common room, youâd mill in tank-tops and boxers. Even used to trot down the hall swaddled in a towel or robe, mumbling that you forgot a razor or some other toiletry before showering.
âWhat, did ye get an embarrassing tattoo or somethinâ?â Johnny asks finally.
You blink at him, expression bemused. âA tattoo? Why do you think I have a tattoo?â
âYer covered up like a nun on Sunday. It cannae be comfortable.â
You snort. âJust because youâre allergic to clothes, MacTavishâŚâ
âAllergic?! Whaâs thaâ sâposed tâmean?!â
Gaz barks a laugh. You grin and continue your workout.
Simon tries not to be disturbed by the name âMacTavishâ coming off your tongue for the first time since you met.
Itâs your first mission since youâve been back. You have new gear, a new handgun. Somethingâs been carved into the side of the barrel in Cyrillic, Simon canât read it. A new callsign.
(âWhat kind of a name is Carry-on?â Johnny teases, but he doesnât quite hide the unease in his eyes.
You snort and lace your boots tighter. The edge of you sleeve inches up, revealing the curve of a glossy scar that wasnât there before.
âYouâre one to talk Mister Maybelline.â)
Someone painted an upside down cross on the temple of your helmet with their finger. You thumb it before stuffing it over your head.
âYou ready for this?â Gaz asks, knocking his knee into yours. The two of you have been paired together for this mission. (Was it Simonâs imagination, or did you look annoyed that you would have a partner?)
âAlways,â you reply.
Simon doesnât hear what happens, but Gaz looks shellshocked when you haul him into the helicopter during exfil. You shake him a bit once everything is secure and the birdâs in the air.
âGarrick,â you shout, âcâmon, where did he get you?â
It takes him a second but he blinks, offers his arm for your inspection. You move with a speed even Simon is impressed by, tearing into the nearby med kit almost viciously. Gaz is patched up in record time and you sit back with blood on your hands, barely even seem to notice as you wipe them carelessly on your pants.
(You used to be more squeamish, werenât you? You used to be the last one they asked for medical care because seeing your teammates in pain made you nauseous.)
âWhat about you?â Gaz asks after a small eternity.
You yawn. âWhat about me?â
âYou got nicked too, didnât you?â
Simon takes a second look at you and now that Gaz mentions it, youâre soaked in blood. Wet patches on your vest, your pants, dripping down your boots. It takes him a moment to notice the tear in your thigh, shredded flesh visible when you rock with the wind turbulence.
âDid I?â you wonder, glancing down like you only just noticed it.
Johnny curses, reaches for you - but you wave him off.
âItâs just a scratch,â you reply. âBarely even feel it, no worries.â
Then why is it still bleeding?
When the team lands, you hop off the heli without so much as a wince. Droplets of blood lead all the way back to your room.
(When Simon asks Nikolai about the hand-etching on your gun, he says the word means âpromise.â)
In the after-action report, your callsign isnât âCarry-On.â Itâs Carrion.
Laswell takes you off the mission two months later, a joint assignment with KorTac. They send three operators to work with TF141 - Stiletto, Konig, and Nikto.
On the transport to infil, Simon notices the Russian inspecting his handgun in a seat separated from the rest of the squad. He recognizes the Cyrillic carved into the barrel this time: Promise.
Itâs an eerie, creeping suspicion. An anxious fog rolling in.
Itâs not one single thing that trips an alarm in Simonâs head, but a steady collation of oddities over months. A single arhythmic beat, a note off key. Just once or twice, but over and over until he canât notice anything else.
You act just like yourself except for all the minute ways you donât.
You smile big and wide, sunshine bright, when they make a good joke. Your laugh is still the same, bubbling up in your throat, head thrown back. You smell the same when you pass Simon in the hall, shampoo and soap thatâs haunted him for a year and a half.
Itâs insidiously subtle; he canât pinpoint what it is for the longest time. Your mannerisms are almost too practiced, the cadence of your voice too measured. A missing turn of phrase you often used, replaced by something unfamiliar.
Simon dismisses it as guilt-laden paranoia. The two of you ended on bad terms with a year and half worth of space between. Heâs hardly one to gauge whatâs normal for you anymore.
And besides, the few times someone else has noticed at those tiny yet all-too-obvious inconsistencies, you shrug it off as something you picked up while away.
But he catches Johnnyâs brows furrow one afternoon as you light up a cig (after swearing for years that youâd never pick up the habit) and Simon knows heâs beginning to see it too.
âYou ever notice,â Gaz begins slowly. Youâre the only one missing from the rec room this evening, retired with a drawn-out yawn. âThat Carrion always mentions being away, but never talks about it?â
Simon stills. Johnnyâs eyes fly to Price, whoâs grimly tapping at his crossword puzzle.
âThe fileâs redacted,â he says. Heâs seen it too then, tried to investigate for himself.
âThatâs normal for a mission like that,â Simon reasons carefully.
âI donât mean the mission,â Price says. âI mean Carrionâs file.â
âThis is a good movie,â you mumble from the armchair youâve stolen from Price. âWhatâs it called?â
Simon exchanges glances with the rest of the team. No one points out that this is (used to be?) your favorite.
Price looks into the team you were loaned out to. All were KIA or remain MIA. All but one. His file has been scrubbed too, the only documents readable are discharge orders and a PMC contract, both associated with the callsign âNikto.â
Theyâre running out of time.
Less than 36 hours on the clock with only one lead, and itâs a zealot with a suicide pact. Price and Laswell both took a crack at him with nothing to show for it. Even Ghost has gotten hardly anything and heâs running out of nails. With time, he might get something useful, but they donât have much of that left.
In the anteroom looking into interrogation, youâve been observing through the one-way glass with your hands in your pockets, head tilted, expression serene.
Price and Laswell are discussing strategy, contingencies. Gaz and Johnny are throwing in their two cents, but Simon⌠Simon is watching you.
Like medical, torture used to be your Achilles. You were trained like the rest of the team, but there was never any need for you to step into the room yourself. Hell, you were a last resort even for observation or emergency resuscitation. No one blamed you for having a weak stomach for information extraction.
But today, you glance over your shoulder and make eye contact with Laswell.
âIâll handle it,â you say with an air of finality.
The room goes silent. Price opens his mouth, but itâs Laswell that speaks, voice hard with resignation.
âDo it.â
You donât blink. âYes, maâam.â
You walk out the door without a backwards glance, shoulders loose but each step steady and purposeful.
âWhat the hell is going on, Kate?â Price demands.
Kate sighs, looks away as you enter the interrogation room.
âLetâs do this outside. It wonât take long to get that intel.â
The only thing sheâs able to share is that you and your team were captured. For a long time. And then youâre already stepping out of the interrogation room, wiping your bloodied hands off on an old rag.
Thereâs an unusual glint in your eye, an unnatural stillness in your expression.
âGot what we need,â you announce cheerfully.
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one of your girls / ln4, part two
lando norrisxfem!reader
no use of y/n, as always.
part one
a/n ⯠I LIED IT'S COMING OUT NOW!!! i sat down for 'bout four hours after work and a family dinner to knock this the fuck OUTTTT. it's shorter than i expected, but this was the best way i could wrap up this supposed 'oneshot'. i hope you all enjoy it. and remember, it is up to YOU for what you are wearing, clothes are intentionally vaguely described for your own viewing pleasure. and tbh, i did not proof read this...don't sue me!!! I JUST WAnted it out asap for everyone@!!! pls don't let it flop!!!
warnings ⯠SMUT 18+++!!! minors DNI!!!, language, drunk hookup, choking (slight), p in v sex (wrap before you tap!), fingering!(f)receiving, overstimulation, feral lando. sickeningly in love lando, possession, jealousy.
wc ⯠13.7k (unedited!)
he hadnât heard from you in weeks. weeks. it was driving him fucking insane. he didnât know that the girl would come back, he didnât know she would be a bitch, and he certainly didnât know you would react that way. to his ultimate surprise, it was a comfort knowing that you did care. however sick and twisted it was, it told him without using your words, that you wanted something.Â
things had been left unsaid between the pair of you for a long time. too long. he was never in the business of guessing your feelings, assuming that you felt one way or another about him. and neither were you. both of you were too fucking stubborn for your own good. neither of you could see what was right in front of youâ
each other.Â
and that was the worst part for lando. it had him pushing himself harder. faster. to be better to perhaps catch your attention. to win you back through his ability to race. but you didnât care about that. you didnât care about how fast he drove his car, didnât care about the number of podiums he got. you cared about him. but you never let the words fall upon his ears, and that was your first mistake.Â
it was the weekend in spain. warm, but not too humid, you traveled with alexandra and the rest of the ferrari hospitality team. you had gotten close to carlosâ girlfriend, rebecca, as well. they were both great company and more times than not, lando had slipped from your mind completely.Â
but not for him.Â
he was a mess. a wreck without you. guilt consumed him night and day, and he would feel eternally wrought with what could have been. heâs called you, texted you, even had oscar reach out to you, but there was nothing but radio silence and the bolded words âreadâ beneath his sent messages. it hurt more knowing that you saw him suffering and did nothing about it.Â
but he deserved it. he deserved this treatment. he wasnât going to fight you. he would roll over, belly up like a good boy for you. pay attention to me, his actions would scream. look in my direction. but you didnât even view his stories on social media anymore. didnât even like his posts.Â
the british driver would be found pacing back and forth, staring hunchback at his phone. oscar would watch him from across the room, legs dangling from the papaya barstool. he hated to see lando this way, but he knew what he did. lando was honest with oscar, hoping to maybe seek advice in his own girlfriend. but lily simply shrugged her shoulders and her expression said enough.Â
you did this to yourself.Â
but little did you know is that he threw that girl out the moment you left. okay, not literally, but in ever metaphoric way possible. he never contacted her again. he hadnât contacted any girl, in fact, these past few weeks. he would be isolated with his PR team at every occasion, refusing to even entertain the thought of hitting up a new girl.Â
his loyalty to you was suddenly unwavering, but it was too late.Â
âmate,â oscar said from where he sat. lando didnât look up, just hummed, staring at your last text to him.Â
âyouâre too sweet,âÂ
too sweet. what would you say now? you had replied to a set of merchandise he saved for you, special edition for miamiâs grand prix, and that had been it. from you. he had to scroll down through the text chain to reach the bottom. his endless apologies, desperate words, and more apologies. he felt nauseous. sick that he ever treated you that way.
his favorite girl. his girl.Â
âsheâs here.âÂ
what?Â
landoâs head snapped up, looking frantically around. but there was no sign of you.Â
âwith alexandra. ferrari paddock.â oscar gestured his phone towards lando. he snatched it from him, letting his eyes fly across the photo. it was a picture of you, rebecca, and alexandra. posted on alexandraâs instagram story.Â
you lookedâŚ
happy.Â
heâŚ
he didnât know why he was upset by that. he wanted you to feel the same level of anger, sadness, distress, even. but here you wereâ looking absolutely beautiful with your bright smile. so fucking beautiful. he remembers he was there when you picked out that top. and god, he was right, itâs meant for you.Â
lando threw oscarâs phone back at him, and knew this would be a long fucking weekend.Â
barcelonaâs air had been clean. much cleaner than miami, new york. the decor of the paddock, too, had you thinking and trailing your fingers over the textures. you had done that moreâ feeling the things around you. you used to do that with lando. but now he was gone, and you had to suffice to other obscurities to lay your fingers upon.Â
gone. the word echoed in the chasm of your mind. gone. you didnât realize the depth of landoâs absence would impact you this much, but that had been a mistake on your part. clearly. an oversight of your intimate relationship. that, eventually, it would end. it would end in flames, crash and burn, and ultimately never recover. as much as you thought, anyways.Â
you heard your name being called from the other side of the couch. you glanced up.Â
rebecca stared at you expectedly.Â
âsorry,â you breathed. âwhat did you say?âÂ
rebecca huffed, but repeated herself regardless. âi said that i have a friend with me i want you to meet.â you raised your brows quizzically. âi think youâll like him.âÂ
him? him? oh, fuck, here we go.Â
as much as you wanted  to breeze past what happened in landoâs monaco apartment, you couldnât. your feelings, as heavy as they were, weighed you down into the abyss of lando norrisâ wellbeing.Â
you didnât sleep with anyone since him. you couldnât bring yourself to do it. it didnât feel right, and your own attempt at an orgasm was ultimately futile.Â
but you said nothing when rebecca turned, pulling a man from conversation with carlos. he looked confused, but let his eyes settle on you. he relaxed.Â
he was a handsome chap. dark hair, dark eyes. tanned skin. fit. he had a grecian nose, one that was slim and curved. not like landoâs, you thought, but brought yourself down to earth and stood. you greeted him with two kisses on the cheek, and his name was raphael.Â
âso you areâŚâ his spanish accent was thick and attractive. you couldnât deny that. âfriends with rebecca?â
âthatâs right.â you nodded, bringing a bottle of water to your lips to cool down. âyou, as well?âÂ
he shrugged, giving you a âso-soâ hand gesture. âcarlos, really,â you let out a soft âahhâ and soon realized, too, that this would be a long fucking weekend.Â
the day of free practices came and went. so did your time with raphael. he wasnât a bad conversationalist whatsoever, you were simply not interested. but you made a promise to rebecca this weekend that you would try. try and branch out instead of looking insatiably bored on live television. she was right. you needed to get over this and move on, because lando mustâve, right? he mustâve slept with that girl, given the fact that he didnât go after you.Â
did you expect him to?Â
you werenât sure. you werenât fucking sure of anything. you werenât a mindreader for fucks sake. but you saw his text messages. all of them. you made yourself sick with despair every night, rereading them to yourself like the fucking bible. what did you expect him to do for you? crucify himself? maybe. just maybe.Â
as you were walking down the pit lane with alexandra at your side, you felt the wafting air of an oncoming storm of people. you glanced around, but alexandra was the one to point it out.Â
âuh oh.âÂ
the papaya suits could be seen from anywhere. itâs not like they were subtle.Â
you bristled and stood up straight. fuck, okay. this was happening. heâs walking this way. was he coming toward you? no, donât be so foolish. but you hoped that he would.Â
lando was approaching you, but his eyes were set forward. but when you werenât bothering to look, he had been staring at you the entire way here. he could spot you from miles away with your countenance, your undying beauty.Â
but he didnât stop to look at you.Â
you didnât either.Â
but your handsâ
god your hands
they brushed past one another when he swept past your shoulder. his pinky desperately latching to yours before you let him go. you gasped lowly and he heard it, his ears twitching with the sound. but he didnât stop. he couldnât.Â
if he stopped to turn, he would kiss you out in the open.Â
you dared him to.
but you both kept on your way, and the interaction had you fuming. why canât he care to show up? texts, calls, whatever, didnât compare to the ability to show up. you knew he was in monaco. you knew exactly when he was there. it wasnât a fucking secret.Â
fuck him.
you didnât care if you were being a brat. you knew what you put at stake, but you opened your heart to him. and you believed that maybe, just maybe, if that girl hadnât interrupted, the two of you would be in a very different situation. maybe. but you didnât let that thought linger. you couldnât.Â
âwhat was that?â alexandra whispered to you as you both kept walking.Â
ânothing.âÂ
and thatâs what you promised yourself it to be. nothing. when in reality, it had been everything. lando had seen you, spotted you from what felt like a mile away with a man lingering at your side. fuck. reality set in for him that you were looking. you were looking elsewhere from him for companionship. it made him fucking sick to his stomach, and he knew that had to change. he was a man on a mission now, a conqueror ready to pillage.Â
it was the evening when you found yourself locked away in your hotel room. it was well past ten oâclock, and you were exhausted form today. alexandra had invited you out, but you just couldnât bring yourself. rebecca prodded away at you, too, insisting that you and raphael hit it off today. he said that he wanted to see you again.
you had thought about it. you really did.Â
but you couldnât.Â
youâd been sucked into a tv melodrama in your hotel room when you felt your phone vibrate. someone was calling you.Â
you checked the time and raised a brow, lifting your phone to see the all-too-familiar contact card lighting up your face in the ambient lighting of the room.Â
lando
you hesitated.Â
suddenly your heart was racing, beating rapidly against the cage of your chest, and you felt like a prisoner to your anxiety. you felt it drop to your stomach, feeling queasy, but hit âanswer callâ anyways. you lifted your phone to your ear, and let out a soft breath.Â
âwhat?âÂ
your words were bitter, but quiet in the solitude of your room.
âdidnât think youâd answer,â came his raspy voice from the other end. he was breathless, as if he had been running. or fucking some girl. fuck you, you wanted to bite out, but held your tongue.Â
âneither did i.âÂ
that earned you a cheeky laugh from him. he hesitated, too, before breathing. âare you at your hotel?â
you were confused by the question. âyes.âÂ
âcan i see you?âÂ
his words hit you hard. you fell back against the pillows of your bed, hand coming to rest over your forehead. you sighed with a grumble. âi donât think thatâs a good idea.âÂ
you could practically feel him wince through the phone.Â
âplease.â
fuck him and his soft words. his desperate tone, the pity that you felt for him grew. the fact of the matter flew from your head, disappearing with a singular plead from his cracked vocals. he sounded honest. that he truly wanted to see you, and a small part of you wished to reconcile whatever was happening between the two of you. you were not a woman of small touchesâ you wanted it all, or nothing.Â
âokay.â
lando cleared his throat, choking on his breath, exhibiting his initial shock. âiâ okay, okay, what room are you in?âÂ
â610.â
he hung up before you could let out a breath. your phone fell onto your nightwearâ a simple baggy shirt and spandex. they were what kept you most comfortable at night.Â
your hands raked over your face, pulling your eyelids with it. what were you doing? engaging with him, talking with him over the phone. the long text chains of read messages you had banished him to sat idly on your screen, staring you down with an ambivalence that you quivered before. was this a mistake? should you just pretend youâreâ
there was a knock at your door seconds into your thoughts.Â
you jumped from your bed, hands raking through your hair. how did he get here so fucking quick? you scrambled around your room, checking yourself in any reflection you could find. fuck, why were you so nervous? how could he possibly make you so riddled with anxiety in a matter of seconds? your heart was in overdrive once again, and you wondered just how much you could take.Â
he said your name through the door. weak, pining. you dropped the brush you grabbed in the bathroom instantly, feet soaring over the hardwood floor to open it. when you did, you were face to face with the british driver.Â
he wasnât drunk. thatâs a first. the thought crossed your mind only briefly, thinking that you were just a booty call in the late hours of the night. it wouldnât be the first time.Â
lando was disheveled, messy, and the white shirt he wore was ruffled. upon his head was a mclaren hat, concealing his identity from the outside. most importantly, though, that you noticed was how his face was glazed in a sheath of sweat. you cocked a brow at him.Â
âdid you run here?â
lando shrugged. it felt, in that moment, that things were normal between you two. that all of thisâŚshit washed over for just a second. you felt at home. comfortable. but you cleared your throat and let him walk in, shutting the door behind you.Â
you didnât want to speak to him here. not where he could see your laundry everywhere, pairs of underwear sprawled around so heâd get distracted. not that you expected to fuck him here, though the thought didnât upset you. fuck, you were in deep.Â
you brushed past him, leading him to the small terrace just outside your bedroom. you slid the door open and leaned your back against the railing. he slid the door shut behind the two of you, and he took a seat in one of the wooden picnic chairs. he gawked at you, openly, letting his eyes run over your bare legs beneath the oversized shirt.Â
âdonât do that.â you said, breaking the silence between you two. you seemed to rip him out of his dreamscape with a clearing of his throat.Â
âdo what?â he feigned innocence. though he knew what he was doing. he missed you, lest he verbalize that.Â
âlook at me,â you breathed, âlike that.âÂ
his brow lifted, still playing dumb. dumb, as if he didnât want to take you over this railing, ask you to be his.Â
âlike what?â
you scoffed.Â
âlike youâre in love with me.âÂ
ouch. your words bit harder than he thought they would, blood gushing from an open wound in his heart. he let your words settle before he leaned back in the chair, legs spreading as he fiddled with the skin of his thumbs.Â
âi wanted to see you.âÂ
âi know,â you answered. âyou saw me. now what?âÂ
lando shook his head. âdonât do that.â please donât do that he wanted to say.Â
âdo what?â it was your turn to play dumb. your turn to pretend that you werenât doing the same thing. pushing him away was the easiest way to deal with all of your problems.Â
âact so cold.â he turned his head away from you, glancing over towards the lights of the city. âgiving me frostbite.âÂ
âlando, whatââ
âiâm sorry.âÂ
huh? you froze, eyes widening as you straightened upright. did you hear him correctly? it wouldnât be the first time youâve heard an apology. but this was a first to hear it in person, not in begging text messages half way across the world.Â
âwhatâ?â
âfor everything. iâm sorry.â his head fell to his hands as he leaned over, gripping at the curls atop his head. you felt the same urge creeping up your spine, your hands feeling empty. you shifted on your feet, stepping a foot closer.Â
âwhy now?â
he perked up, wondering what you meant.Â
âwhy, now, are you sorry?âÂ
he was speechless. unable to form the words that could answer such a vague question. but you had an idea, so you thought youâd share.Â
âbecause i was with someone?â raphael. you know that he saw the two of you talking. chatting. maybe an occasional giggle so you could keep him quiet for the rest of the free practices.Â
lando began to shake his head. âno, noââÂ
âreally?â
you stepped into his space, wedging yourself between his thighs. he stared up at you, lost in the reflection of your eyes beneath the starlit sky. his hands found your hips and you let him keep them there, at least for the moment.Â
âreally.â he promised you. head leaning forward to rest on your stomach. you felt the perch of his nose dig into your skin. your head leaned back, taking a large breath, feeling tears begin to well.Â
âwhat do you want, then?â you said with a shaky breath.Â
you felt his hands tense against your hips.Â
âi donât know.â his words were muffled, but you could make them out. it shattered you to hear the creak in his voice, but it hurt even more knowing that he didnât know. you wanted something with him. a relationship. but he didnât feel the same.
your fingers cupped his face, bringing him to look at you. âthatâs it, then, huh?â your voice was dangerously soft.Â
he was confused. again.Â
âthatâs all iâll be?â he still didnât catch on, too busy staring at your flushed face, reddened eyes. he wanted to fix itâ take back his words. heâd do anything to reverse time. would do anything to revoke the words that spilled from your pretty lips.Â
âone of your girls.â
you pushed him away, walking back to the railing with your back turned. he said your name over and over. you ignored him.
âi think,â you said, sucking in a tight breath to calm the storm of emotions that were threatening to raise hell. âthat you should go.âÂ
âno, noââ lando stood, coming to wrap his arms around you, but you turned, holding up your hand to stop your advances.Â
âwe knew this would happen one day, didnât we?â you reaffirmed, steadying your breaths the best that you could. but it was difficult. nothing about this was easy. but it had to be done. you were done waiting. done pining for someone that did not feel the same. did not burn the same.Â
lando breathed your name again. you shook your head. âno. no. we canâtââ you choked on your tears. it felt hard to breathe. âi canât keep waiting for you.âÂ
landoâs own eyes filled with tears. it felt like a breakup, when you two were clearly never together. you made that clear enough, and he obeyed, just wishing to feel your skin beneath his fingers, fall asleep to your heart beat. so why did he say he didnât know? fuck, heâs such an asshole. he couldnât take back his words now, could he?Â
he tried to explain. words stumbled from his lips, nervous and riling with anxiety, but you would hear none of it. you simply brushed past him and into your room, opening the door from your hotel room for him. you said nothing else, tears sliding down your cheeks, lip caught between your teeth.Â
âplease,â he begged one last time. he had succumbed to his tears, too, cheeks flushed and lip wet. his hands trembled as he made one last attempt to cup your face. you let him.Â
your foreheads met in both desperation and exhaustion. here, it felt like time stopped. the two of you in sync with your racing hearts, trembling hands, voracious blood churning through your veins. you looked up at him through your wet lashes and he met your gaze. it only had you sobbing harder.Â
he wiped the tears from your cheeks.Â
âplease,â he said your name on his trembling tongue. the sound had your knees trembling, but you resisted. you had to. you couldnât keep doing this anymore. there was a life out there, waiting for you to take hold of. âdonât make me go.âÂ
you let out a shaky breath, shaking your head.Â
âyou have to.âÂ
lando hiccuped. his fingers were still shaking, and he finally accepted your rejection. though he supposed he signified it first. that was his first mistake. he couldnât take back his words without sounding like a dick, so he was trapped. trapped utterly in this pit of mayhem.Â
he exited your hotel room with his tail between his legs. defeated.Â
you shut the door behind him and slumped against it, your back sliding down until you hit the floor. your head fell into your hands as you attempted to stifle your sobs.Â
little did you know, that he had done the same thing, fallen limp against your hotel room door. your sobs were in unison as you began to unravel, whilst he coiled into knots. forever entwined amidst your inability to be vulnerable with one another. toilsome, but ultimately true.Â
you didnât know how long you stayed there. he didnât know how long he stayed there. the two of you stayed in parallel behind a closed door, mimicking each otherâs beating heart, for you knew that they would never be one.Â
when you woke, you were still slumped against the door. you stood, stretching out your painfully aching muscles, arched your back, twisted your neck. your eyes were swollen raw with your epidemic of tears the night prior, and you rubbed the crust away. the memories flooded through you. lando was here. he was here, and you had to haul his ass out.
you thought he was going to kiss you.Â
but he didnât. your lips would remain untouched by his own.Â
your fingers ghosted over your mouth, shivering at the memory of him so close to you. you could feel his breath fanning over your faceâ the heaving, desperate puffs of airâ and he felt yours, too, with the same amount of anxiety. you were a wreck before him, and he was too.Â
in no time you found your phone, grimacing at your battery, and the plethora of texts from rebecca and alexandra. it was still early in the morning so you had time to pull yourself together, but you had a big day with them today. qualifying was happening, and rebecca had set you up.
she set you up with raphael for the day. you knew she meant the best. and maybe it was. this was your opportunity to uphold your promiseâ to move on. you had to, or else you would be strung dry for the remainder of your life, with dreary hopes and aimless romantics. you would not drown in the ocean of lando norris, despite how cumbersome he gripped on your ankles.Â
you fixed yourself for the day. showering quickly, styling your hair to your liking. you threw on a formal chic outfit, perhaps trying a bit hard today to catch raphaelâs eyeâ or someone elseâs, by chance. but you left the unattainable at the back of your mind today, heart far too raw to be ripped open again.
you would stick with something safe. someone safe. raphael was your answer in the short term. you were sick of playing the long game, bested to your knees in the face of whatever conspired between you and the british driver. you were convinced it was for the best. it had to be. these emotions couldnât be for nothing.Â
it couldnât be for nothing.Â
when you arrived to the track that morning, alexandra was quick to meet your side. she had an impenetrable amount of questions for you, yearning for your answers, but you only gave her a brief overview.Â
âweâre done,â you said as you walked through the pit lane. âhe doesnât want me like that.âÂ
she was clearly taken back. her hand flew over her heart, obviously distressed for you. you admired her care for you. you would do the same for her. âreally?âÂ
you nodded, gulping down the lump in your throat that was tempting to choke you.Â
âitâs okay.â you reaffirmed her. she made a move to speak over you, console you to the highest degree, but you stopped her. âiâm fine. swear. letâs have a good day, shall we?â you plastered on a fake smile towards her, but you knew she saw through you. but she would accept this for now when you were approached by carlos, rebecca, and raphael.Â
you smiled brighter when raphael came to kiss both your cheeks. you gripped his bicep. engaging in conversation with him felt easier today, and you werenât begging for an out. youâd catch rebeccaâs eye here and there, and she glowed with happiness. if you werenât doing this for yourself, you could at least say that you were doing it for her.Â
raphael was not a bad man whatsoever. he smelled good, had good hygiene, and had a glowing smile. but he didnât smell the same. didnât have the same musk. didnât have the harsh pricks of a stubble that burned into the skin of your neck.Â
fuck. you missed the feeling of that stubble.Â
you clung to raphaelâs side for the rest of the day, a burning itch between your thighs undoing the morals of your mind. if you wanted to get over lando, youâd have to truly get over him.Â
it was never a âstringâs attachedâ relationship, was it? you were free to fuck whoever you want, when you want. so why would it be so bad if you wished to see raphael bend down for you?Â
or you wanted someone else, but raphael was the closest youâd get.Â
the rest of the day went by smoothly. for you, at least, but not for lando.
he had come into the mclaren paddock looking absolutely awry. his hair messy, eyes dreary with sleep and emotion, whereas youâŚyou looked beautiful. untouched by your emotions from the night before. so much so that you were cuddled against that same fucking dude, which had landoâs blood bursting to life.Â
you were across in the pitlane observing the car, arms folded over your chest. that fucking guyâs hand rested on the upper part of your back, rolling soft circles with the pads of his fingers. he clenched the rim of his helmet in his hands. his teeth grinded inside his mouth, sawing down the enamel. for you, heâd have no teeth. for you were the only world he wished to bite, and even then you starved him of it.Â
âyâalright, mate?â oscarâs voice interrupted his thoughts. lando broke his stare from the pair of you, ripping his eyes away.Â
but you had turned, then, and let your eyes linger on his back.
âfine.âÂ
that evening was no different than any other. for lando, at least, he succumbed to his hotel room for the night. he had no interest in going out. if he saw you with that spanish prick, heâd only lose himself even more. the guilt of losing you had been overturning, divulging into what a psychologist would declare as madness.Â
but you were the opposite. you were out on the town, clubbing with rebecca and raphael. carlos was there, too, but was saving his energy for the race tomorrow. he held no drink in his hand, but you did. you were downing shot after shot.Â
you were swaying your hips, grinding against raphael with a steady pace. he was into it. his dick was aggressively hard against the back side of your dress, but you werenât scared by it. it enticed you further, in fact, and had you drawing new sensations of pleasure through you.
finally, you thought, a break from him. from lando. but the voices echoed inside the back of your mind. it bounced off the walls; he couldnât compare.Â
lando would have his hands drawing up the sides of your body. fingertips scathing the fabric of your dress, teasing touches that would have you writhing in his hold, desperate for him to fuck you in the back.Â
lando would have his face nuzzled into your neck whispering bittersweet praises into your ear. heâd squeeze your hips with anticipation as the both of you would move in sync. always in sync. the two of you were one on the dance floor, one when you fucked one another senseless in your less than private moments. when he was particularly desperate for your touch, heâd go as far as taking you in the bathrooms at any club. he had no shame; not when it came to you.Â
but raphael was tame. and maybe you appreciated tame. maybe this was a new start for you. fresh and free of any unknowns.Â
âyouâre beautiful, hermosa.â he would whisper to you, body trying its best to keep up with you. he did, for the most part, but you moved to your own beat. lando would know. he knew every inch of you. were you really prepared to be strangers?Â
you spun around in raphaelâs arms, wrapping yours around his neck. you offered him a cheeky smile. this wasnât you. âand youâre handsome!â it was alcohol talking. you would never be seen so exuberant. not like this.Â
it had raphael laughing, though, and it was enough for him to take you back to his place.Â
the entire way back to his place you were giggling, latching onto his tanned skin. his hair was soft, sheen, and luscious. your hands never got lost in the strands of his hairâ it was too combed, not curly enough. nothing was curly enough.Â
and then he had you against the wall of his flat. your hands pinned against your head, and he met your lips with his. fuck, you couldnât remember the last time youâve been kissed. but the worst part about all of it wasâ
you hated it.Â
you tugged his head down to your neck, letting him work the sensitive skin with his tongue. your lips felt hot. blistering with a heat you havenât felt in a long time. it feltâŚit feltâŚ
raphaelâs tongue found the meeting part of your underwear and skin, âcan i?â he asked with a timid voice. you let out a soft moan and nodded. he tugged the fabric down, your dress still hanging off your body. you didnât even remember if he left kisses along your neck, your breasts, you guessed his lips werenât that memorable.Â
and then his tongue was against your slit. you werenât wet enough. clearly. you could feel the chapped parts of your cunt, disappointed in your body that you couldnât âget it upâ for him. whereas he was practically jacking off in his pants, you were left like a desert. it wouldnât be like this with lando.Â
he explored your cunt with his tongue, narrowly dodging your clit ever so slightly. he thought your noises of pleasure were noises of distress, so he avoided touching your clit as much as possible. so he tongued you through and through, until you began to become irritated.Â
you couldnât even feel tight in your stomach. the feeling couldnât be outmatched. maybe your sexdrive had died. maybe you could never cum ever again. this was to be your fateâ dry and lonely. fuck. you let your head fall back against the wall, which he took as a good sign, and kept going. instead, you threaded your hands through his hair, rolling your eyes.Â
you let out a few soft, faked moans. you felt guiltyâ of course you didâ but apparently it was an olympic sport to make you cum. he certainly wouldnât make the playoffs.Â
after another minute of this, you were fed up.Â
you tightened your cunt on command, which took a lot of fucking work, thank you, and began to heighten the sound of your moans. the award for best fake orgasm goes to: you!!! you surged forward to grip onto his shoulders, even pretending to be shaking.Â
you deserved an oscar.Â
âdidnât think i was that good.âÂ
an egot, maybe.Â
you let out a soft sigh, a faked chuckle, and let him lead you to his bedroom. he fell atop of you on your back, holding himself up with the strength of his forearms. he dipped his hand down, scathing over your irritated cunt. you gasped at his hand finding your slit once again, drenched in only his spit, and without warning slipped a finger inside of you.Â
your mouth hung open, lurching at the sudden contact. you felt sinched beneath his weight, taught with tension. he even curled his finger inside of you. he grazed your bundle of nerves that had your squirming. squirming for more pressure. he kept hitting your spot until he pulled away. you looked confused at first, wondering where exactly he was going.Â
andâŚthen he was pulling his cock out. fuck. you really werenât going to win here, tonight, were you? not in the slightest, it seemed. he looked down at you with a knowing smirk. the same one where he thought you came beneath his tongue.Â
he thought you came.Â
fuck!
âare you ready?â he asked when his cock pushed against the skin of your lower belly. he was a good size, you admit, but you had a inkling that you werenât going to find a sweet release with his hands. you nodded, forgetting your manners, but raphael said nothing.Â
he pushed into you with a discerning pace. you scrunched your nose out of his eyesight. he was too busy fucking himself into your pussy. he couldnât even open his eyes to look at you. and, for the record, he didnât use a condom. dick. at least you had a form of a contraceptive. youâd make sure not to let him finish inside you. thatâs for fucking sure.Â
he slid in and out of you with the lubrication of his spit and his own precum. you didnât move. you laid there, bored, faking a moan and gasp here and there.Â
the whole time you thought about someone else. and you didnât feel guilty about it. you were able to find yourself comforted by the dreaming thought of landoâs voice in your ear. the phantom touch of his stubble. the amount of moles that you could count on his face.Â
with a grunt, you felt raphael push off of you, cumming onto his own sheets. he laid there, panting, and youâŚâdid the same.âÂ
he turned to face you, smile on his face. âdid you finish?â
you nodded with an itching smile. he seemed triumphant. though you couldnât be drier than a haystack.Â
your exit from his flat quickly. itâs not like he even took your dress off. he insisted that you stayed, but you retorted that you had an early morning with alexandra. whether or not that's true, you didnât seem to care. he didnât fight your statement and seamlessly let you go, clearly too exhausted from his evening to even see you out the door.
you hailed a cab from your hotel shamefully. you felt icky. your lip sneered when you caught a cab and tipped the driver once you arrived back. the elevator ride never seemed so tantalizingly long.Â
when you swiped into your room, you threw your belongings on your bed and turned on a hot shower. while you waited for the water to heat, you opened your phone.Â
no messages from lando.Â
did you expect any?
maybe.Â
you decided to call him. you didnât fucking care. it was the alcohol talking.Â
ringâŚringâŚringâŚringâŚringâŚ
no answer.Â
you left a voicemail.
âheeyyyâŚ!!â you surged into the phone as you began to untangle your dress from your body. âiâuh, i dunno i justâŚwanted to call you⌠because iâŚâ you swore under your breath as you couldnât get a strap off. âsorry iâŚâ you stuttered, laughing to yourself. âi think i miss you, lan.âÂ
and then you hung up, singing yourself into the shower. the hot water panned over your body, fingers trailing over the mounds of your breasts. the soft skin of your abdomen.Â
but with your whimsy, came a price.
lando was there. he just didnât answer your call. he had been awake, wondering what you were doing, since you were absent on almost all forms of social media. so when he got your call, he couldnât bring himself to accept it.Â
then the voicemail came.
he mustâve played it over a dozen times. hearing your soft voice, amicable and kind. you had been drinking, clearly, and he could hear the sound of the shower running in the background. he held his phone against his head, other hand running through his hair. he was a wreck over you, and you were as well. drunk dialing was never a thing between the two of you.Â
especially an âi miss you.âÂ
and how âlanâ slipped past your lip with such ease. the name was meant for you to use. only you.Â
he found himself stroking his cock to your words, the temptress in your voice. he knew she was there, baiting him, and he was no better than a fish to bite. he fisted his cock with your name on his lips, and a reminder that yours was on his.
with a pounding heartbeat and ringing in his ears, all he could think about was you. and more or less, you the same.
your fingers trailed down your navel in the shower, coming to nib at the lips of your clit. how swollen it was, angered and annoyed, that such a man could ignore it. by association, you.Â
a hand rolled over one of your breasts, twisting your nipple in hand. you gasped at the sensation you provided, flicking your clit between your fingers. you truly needed no more to make yourself cum, except the thought of landoâs voice in your ears.Â
âcome on, baby,â he would say to you, fingers gliding along your drenched slit with ease. you clenched around nothing, whimpering to yourself in the hum of the hot shower. âlittle more for me, yeah?â he would always talk you through it. never once would you be alone when you came. he was always there, lingering, a shadow against the walls.Â
you slipped a single finger inside of yourself, curling it expertly as lando taught you to. âjust like that, sweet thing.â heâd mutter against your shoulder as heâd fuck you on a chair facing a mirror. you could never make yourself cum before his âlessons.âÂ
your back arched against the marble of the shower walls. your thumb and forefinger worked just like his would against your clit, massaging the bundle of nerves until a coil inside of you snapped, and you came all over yourself with his name on your lips.
and he could feel it. amongst the cosmic plane. he had been grudgingly fisting his cock, grunting your name over his lips. it was sinful, the way that his cock was spewing cum in only a matter of minutes at the thought of your voice. âlan, lan,â you would say to him, âneed it. need you inside,â youâd whimper against him, begging for his cum to seep out of you.Â
heâd never deny you a pleasure. so he shouldnât deny himself. he came in a matter of seconds over the palm of his hand, your name flustering his tongue. and heâd lay there, soaking in his milky cum, eyes blown wide at just how much of an effect you had on him; mind, body, and soul.Â
you stood there in the shower, flustered from heat, the slick running down your thighs. your hearts beat in unison at that moment, miles apart, on the same wavelength.Â
the shower wasnât the same after that. you felt dirty, but so good. the namesake of landoâs voice in your ear was enough to have you cumming on your own fingers, but the touch of another man made you ill. what a shock that was to you. or maybe it wasnât a surprise at all.Â
clean to the best of your ability, you slept easy that night. the best sleep youâve had this weekend, in fact, with lando frolicking through your dreams. and you in his, whispering soft âi love youâsâ which had him writhing with pleasure. you infested every part of him, and he did the same to you. youâd never be free of lando norris, and the thought began to settle. it wasnât the worst thing in the world, but you couldnât forget his words.Â
âi donât know,â he spoke into your stomach. his nose pinched you. the words sliced clean. your stomach coiled not with pleasure, but anxiety. why didnât he want you that way? why did he hesitate?Â
you werenât taking his rejection well. that was clear.Â
but he wasnât taking this any better. he was going through his own emotional turmoil of trying to make this up to you. it would be the last thing that he did.Â
when you woke that morning with a groggy headache and a sore ache between your thighs, you couldnât help but groan. what the fuck were you doing last night? you perhaps had the most disappointing sex of your entire life, and now, as you looked in the mirror you were nothing more than mortified.Â
littered on your chest, above your breasts, were a few specks of bruises. hickeyâs. fuck. fuck. that was one thing that was always far too intimate. kisses and hickeys. what did this mean, then, that you belonged to raphael? your fingers trailed up the bruises on your chest, the flesh tender beneath your soft touch. you winced at the memory of his cocky face, thinking that he had you finishing more than once. if at all. you leaned over the sink, washing your face off with cold water.Â
your hands rested at the base of your neck. your reflection stared back at you, pitiful, the bruises beneath your eyes reflected a tiredness that the word âexhaustionâ could not begin to fathom. you were disappointed in yourself. that much was clear.Â
a sigh escaped you when you finally mustered the courage to leave the bathroom. for the race today, you decided on a long dress. one that covered your chest, but hung on your shoulders. it was a beautiful piece. youâd been saving it for this weekend, and you were more than thankful that the universe seemed to be looking out for you.Â
you tidied up your appearance the best you could and slid on a pair of heels, grimacing at the sore ache from the night before. raphael didnât have a valet, so you had to walk across four blocks with his hands wandering down your sides, desperate to fuck you in an alleyway. ew. you shivered at the memory, but continued on from your hotel room.
though, you took one last glance before leaving, and let your eyes rest on the balcony. it felt like a dream to see lando sitting there, his face resting against the tender flesh of your stomach. his stubble itched through the cotton of your shirt, but it rather tickled. and then he said he didnât know what he wanted with you, and your whole life slipped right through your fingers.Â
he slipped through your fingers.Â
you shut the door.Â
landoâs morning, on the other hand, started off stellar in comparison to yours. he had stayed up a while longer, wondering if you would call him back, but you never did. there was a faint pang of disappointment, but much more guilt that he let you slip away so easily. he shouldâve refused to leave your hotel room that night. refused by any force you attempted on him.Â
but heâs just that much of a fucking idiot, wasnât he? when he left for the paddock early that morning, he glanced at his phone one last time. one missed call, and it was from you last night. and then suddenly, his heart was warm, and there was a smile on his face.
all this told him was that there was a chance. you called him. you called him whether or not you were shitfaced. blackout drunk. in your vulnerable moments you thought of him. reached out for him. fuck, he was in love with you.
in love
he paused when he shut the door behind him, frozen in place. what? is that what this was? love?Â
anxiety churned in his stomach. this feeling had been there for a while. a long time. and only now he was just realizing it. shit.Â
he fiddled with his phone in his hands. thumb hovering over your contact card, he let it fall.Â
it rang twice before he heard the line connect.Â
âyeah?â you said, demure and quiet. he knew you were exhausted. heâs heard this tone before. the tone you had when you were viciously hungover. it had him chuckling. âwhat?âÂ
âgood morning to you, too.â the words rolled easy from him. he suddenly felt calmer with you on the other end, but it didnât stop the butterflies from fluttering in the pit of his stomach.Â
âgood morning.â you said, like you were shocked that he was calling you to say good morning.Â
âfun night?â he asked, stepping into the elevator and hitting the âlobbyâ button. a few members of his team were already waiting for him.Â
 but you had froze up in the car ride to the paddock. what? how could he know? did he know that you were with raphael? you cleared your throat. âwhatâ what do you mean?âÂ
âyou called me.âÂ
shit.Â
if you werenât fucked already, you were royally now. your hand dragged over your forehead as your head swarmed with anxious thoughts, completely forgetting about calling him and thenâŚtouching yourself in the shower to the thought of him. yikes! what a little freak you were. but lando would enjoy it.Â
âiââ you stuttered, voice caught in your throat. âiâm sorryâŚi was justâŚâÂ
your voice trailed and you could hear his childish laugh from the other end. âno, no. it was cute.â you heard the elevator ding from his end, but it hard to focus on when there was a deep blush flustering your cheeks.Â
âi didnât mean to bother you,â you quickly said, finding the need to apologize over and over again for disrupting his night. it was embarrassing enough as is that you had the worst sex of your life, but you called the one man that didnât want you for consolidation. what a conundrum that was, wasnât it?Â
âyou didnât.â his words were firm this time, no traces of playfulness. you perked up at this, finding yourself laughing.Â
âmustâve said something dumb, didnât i?âÂ
there was a pause.Â
âyeah. yeah. something dumb.âÂ
there was another beat of silence. you shifted in the uber, the pass around your neck.
âiâll see you there?âÂ
you heard him suck in a tight breath, then release it.Â
âyeah. yeah, âcourse you will.âÂ
you smiled. he could feel it.Â
âokay. bye, then.âÂ
he said your name softly on the other end with a salutation, and the line went flat. you slammed your back against the leather seats of the car, hands rolling over your face. you rubbed your eyes, wondering if you were still dreaming.Â
it wasnât fair that he could make you this way. that he had you in tears just a few nights before, and now your fingers shook with excitement. fuck him. fuck him for making you feel this way, and yet, there was no trace of annoyance on your face.Â
just a bright smile.Â
your name was called when you swiped into the paddock. it had you whipping your head up to see who it could be, but you already knew that it was alexandra. she wasnât trailed by anyone else, thank god, and she flung her arms around you for a hug.Â
you sang a soft greeting towards her, and she looked up at you expectantly. you raised a brow.Â
âsoâŚ!?âÂ
you narrowed your eyes.Â
âyour night withâŚ!â her voice dropped to a whisper. âraphael.âÂ
you shushed her, looking around, before you held one of her hands in yours. âyou want the truth?â her facial expression dropped, but she nodded anyways.Â
âawful.âÂ
she groaned, head rolling back in disappointment. âi told rebecca it wasnât a good idea.âÂ
âthe sex wasâŚhorrible. justâŚi mean, what the fuck?â alexandra burst out into a laugh as the both of you joined side by side towards the ferrari hospitality. you dreaded going, given the unanswered texts for him, you didnât want to be confronted withâŚanything.Â
âmost importantlyâŚâ alexandra stopped the two of you before you entered. âare you over him?âÂ
him. the inevitable.Â
you swallowed.Â
and nodded your head.
alexandra was only slightly pleased and gave you a reassuring smile. boy, this would be a long day.Â
before the race started you were wandering around the pitlane with your miniature crew of ferrari girlfriends and their friends. raphael had found you, eagerly, with a prideful smile on his face. out of kindness, you returned the gesture, and let him linger around you for the day.
ferrariâs pit was next to mclarenâs. you couldnât help but stare.Â
lando was there. in his papaya race suit. he was speaking to his engineers, and never glanced your way. look at me, you wanted to shout. please, your mind begged. but you stayed firm at raphaelâs side.
he dared to stretch out his hand to let it loiter on your waist, but you shimmied out of the contact with an awkward smile. he noticed, but didnât say anything.Â
lando did too.Â
but not what you wanted him to see. he saw you with raphaelâs arm around your waist. you were smiling, laughing, in their presence. whereas he couldnât even bear a night out without the cumbersome thoughts of you constricting his mind. he thought of nothing but you. and here you were, haphazardly dangling this spanish prick in front of his face. fucker.Â
you turned to look at lando again, free of raphaelâs touch. he was staring.
your heart beat faster, eyes widened. your palms were sweatingâ why were they sweating? he looked pissed, frustrated, but you didnât know why. your brows upturned with a soft expression that he yearned for, and his envy flushed away.Â
it was that easy. your gentle features. the concern ridden in your face.Â
you even gave him a small wave, twiddling your fingers. he was bashful in response, and returned it with a small twist of his own fingers.Â
but his eyes carried down. towards your chest. you blinked, realizing that part of your dress had slipped further. there was an obvious bruise making an appearance, and you felt guilty. guilty as if you had cheated on him, but you were never in a relationship to begin with.
you saw his jaw tightened and his hands flex before he turned, leaving you speechless.Â
and then you were dragged away, just like that, into the viewing panel for the race. they were about to start their formation lap, yet you could barely focus with your racing heart.Â
it past with ease. raphael tried to get closer to you, but you found excuses to stay huddled at alexandraâs side. she noticed, and even wrapped her own arm around your waist. the two of you were a picturesque vision of divine femininity. you felt untouchable at her side, incomparable to any girlfriend youâve ever had.Â
lando was fighting hard. he was aggressive on the straits, pushing past the limits of his drs. your hand traced over your chin as you watched the tv intensely, frightened when you saw him make contact with one of the mercedes drivers.Â
âwhat is he doingâŚâ you muttered under your breath. your nailbeds were being hacked on by your teeth, chewing them down to the stump. parts of your thumbs streamed with blood.Â
little to your knowledge, your reaction had been broadcasted. alexandraâs face unfurled with a cheeky look, realizing that she had been played by your deception from earlier. you were not over him. in fact, you were entirely worse than before. your concern was ebbed through the power of media, and that wouldnât be forgotten.Â
âare you okay?â came raphaelâs voice. you didnât even look at him.
âfine.âÂ
he took your cold tone in earnest, realizing that there was something more at stake here.Â
you couldnât be more grateful when lando passed the checkered flag. your hand found the column of your throat, finding comfort. you let your face be consumed by a smile, one similar to raphaelâs when he thought he made you came. stupid man, you thought, glancing towards the spaniard. you had a new priority now.
you had to prove that you wanted lando. but how? everything felt like it was becoming too complicated. your fates were intertwined via an invisible string.Â
and you didnât even go to his podium.
he looked for you, sweat dripping down his forehead, but didnât see you. it had him grow weary, agitated. he raced this hard so he could prove himself to you. prove that he was better than some lowlife.Â
but he fears he lost you.Â
the hickeyâs on your neck spoke volumes. you fucked him. fucked that stranger. his fists curled around the trophy, break-necking the medal display.Â
did you come?Â
no. stop that. itâs none of his business to askâ
she didnât. you couldnât.Â
the pieces began to fall in place in his head. the phone call. you called himâŚwhen you needed him most.Â
it suddenly made holding this trophy all the more worthwhile, and he even donned a smile on his face when he raised it high above his head. this, he thought, was victory.Â
the night came as swiftly as the day went. you were getting ready to go out, alexandra reminding you to schedule your uber. you did. the dress you wore this evening was short. one of your favorite colors, and had a high neckline. for obvious reasons. you were entirely mortified that raphael felt the primal need to mark you like some bitch. it had your stomach twisting with anger, fingers pulsing with a punch.Â
but your violent urges stayed dormant when you met up with alexandra, charles, rebecca, carlos, andâŚraphael. jeez, what a lot youâve surrounded yourself with. raphael was at your side in an instant when you climbed out of the uber, refusing to give you a morsel of space. it had your lip curling, grimacing down the vomit that curdled in your throat.Â
you barely spoke a word to him tonight. there was nothing more to say to him. if you were to say anything, it would be a rotten lie.Â
alexandra tugged you along through the doors, charles at her flank, which you gladly let her do. anything to get away from raphael would be best for you, given how much you didnât want to confront him. it was just for the weekend, right? no strings attached.Â
no strings attached, echoed through your mind. flashes of landoâs hands on your hips, the phantom embrace that tensed around your flesh, seeped into your head. your heart plummeted against your will, looking around futilely for his bright smile amongst the sea of oncomers.Â
it didnât take you long.
but you wish that it did.Â
he had his arm slung around some girl, hat backwards, first few buttons undone on his white dress shirt. hands clamming up, you tightened them together over your front, letting your eyes gawk at such a beautiful pairing. it was a different girl than the one you had rudely met in monaco.Â
another one of his girls.Â
your mind begged you to let it go. but your heart chained itself to lando, refusing to let go thisâŚinfatuation that had you sick to your stomach. what did she have that you didnât? was she nonchalant? was she a cool girl?Â
your staring lasted too long. lando saw you. he felt your eyesâ your heated stare, beckoning his attention. he answered your call, glancing directly at you. but he did not wave.Â
neither did you.Â
the urge thwarted you to look anywhere else but him, tugged your attention elsewhere, but you stayed firm on his freckled face, sharp cheekbones, his daunting stare. you felt the beat of his heart from across the room, the bass boosted rap, his irritability when raphael came to rest a hand on your hip. but you did not turn away from this fight. your arsenal was loaded, and so was his.Â
lando glanced at raphael, first to break eye contact, and swug the rest of his cocktail in hand. he let the glass slide across the counter of the bar before tugging the girl at his side to his front, the pair of them dancing with one another.Â
fine, if he wants to play, then youâll play.Â
you were handed a cocktail by raphael. you thanked him sincerely before you downed your own in one gulp. raphael gaped at you with a slack jaw. you wiped the loose drops from your jaw, and offered him your hand.Â
âdance with me?âÂ
raphael didnât need to be asked twice when he took your hand. you led him deeper into the club, the led lights brightening both your faces. in this light, you supposed that he was irrecoverably handsome. and the thought slipped through your mind that maybe, just maybe, you couldâve had a good life with him. that in some universe that you could get over this feud with a man who doesnât want you, youâd have a well-earned chance at happiness.Â
but the thought left just as quickly as it came.Â
your hips were against his. ass against his crotch, grinding in a rough series of movements. he began growing accustomed to how you moved, and that much you could be thankful for. no longer would the two of you be awkward on the dance floor, fragile hands trembling against your body. he felt more confident, but you could tell there was something brewing behind those big brown eyes of his. but you honestly couldnât care less, not when you were distracted.Â
not when your eyes were entranced on a man who treated you like garbage. who cried in your arms, begged for your presence. then, left your hotel room with tears streaming down your face.Â
his hands were tightly wound around the girls abdomen, cocky expression glazing his face. he spoke to a few of his buddies here, too, amply looking like a douche. one that who knew exactly what he was doing to girls. fuck.Â
you were just one of his girls.Â
this enraged you. but it shouldnât. but it did. there was no excuse for your fray of emotions. they simply existed, and you were going to deal with them. not in a responsible way. no, you were far too gone for that. alcohol warmed your throat, your palms, your chest.Â
you let your head lean back onto raphaelâs shoulder, your mouth coming to his ear. âyou can touch me.â you encouraged him. he seemed to lighten at this, becoming bold enough to let his hands trail up your body. heâd indulge in your shape, letting his fingers imprint against the globes of your breasts, the lining of your panties beneath your dress.Â
a light giggle left you when you let your head rise from his blades, and were met with an aggressive, terrifying, stare from across the room.Â
your lips puckered.Â
landoâs head was resting on the girlâs shoulder, his hips swaying with hers, but his eyes were trained on you. you, you, and more you. he was glaring at the man behind you, his gaze so bitter that it soured even your own tongue. it was the miniscule amount of guilt that flustered your head, but you shoved it down.Â
lando retaliated, beginning to kiss on the girls neck. she leaned against him, a gorgeous smile lighting up the room.Â
you grumbled, turning your head to meet raphaelâs eyes. your eyes pleaded with a language of seduction, one that any man could understand.Â
raphael took the bait.Â
his lips trailed down your ear, down the column of your neck. all whilst your back was pressed against his front, you felt the outline of his dick. your palm tightened at the memory of how he attempted to fuck you, but you had to remain composed. you couldnât fail now.Â
your lip caught between your teeth for dramatics. like you were holding back a moan.Â
lando was watching. in fact, he never stopped. he was drunk on the addiction of watching you. watching you grind your hips on that fuckinâ guy, not even wince when his lips were glossing over the sensitive flesh of your neck. could he make you wet with just his mouth?Â
the british driver could feel his end nearing. if this progressed any further, heâd drag your ass to the bathroom and fuck you like youâd deserve. he didnât give a fuck. not anymore. not when your lip was bitten by your top row of teeth, an illusive point to how that guy was pleasuring you. he felt fucking sick. though he was starving to the same degree.Â
his chest was aflame at your teasing touches on your own body. he could see the outline of your panties, the lack of a bra. your nipples were pinching against the fabric that confined them, and he had to stop himself from drooling. you were so fucking sexy.Â
the girl at his front was growing bored of her lack of attention. he, honestly, didnât even remember her name. but heâd suffice it with a swirl of his tongue around the skin of her jaw. it was a critical move, since he knew that youâd never let yourself be kissed. you wouldnât risk such intimacy with a man youâve only known for a few daysâ
except you would.Â
this was war, wasnât it?Â
watching lando suck and slurp on that girlâs neck had you desperate to come up with an alternate idea. an approach that would crown you victorious without a second thought. it was cruel, you knew this, but you were out of options. you had something to prove. prove that you were over him. though, you knew that this would end in one of two ways;
him, fucking you.
or, him leaving.Â
you much preferred the latter.Â
with enough fury boiling in your bones, you lifted your head to meet raphaelâs eyes. with your pointer finger, you let it roll over his chin, connecting with your thumb. you glanced at his lips, your tongue wetting your own, and pulled him to meet you.Â
raphael said your name into your mouth, nervous to even let his tongue explore yours. you sucked in a tight breath, lip curling to reference a snarl at how much you despised the sensation. it was messy, wet, and you felt instantly disgusted with yourself for even letting him touch your lips. you felt like you jumped too far into a relationship with raphael, even though you were certain that you didnât want one.Â
âbe my girlfriend,â raphael breathed into your mouth. you hummed a laugh, thinking that he was joking. but he moved to separate you too, staring at you with a brazen thoroughness that you never wished to see again.Â
âiâm serious. i wantââÂ
ââscuse me, mate,â you knew that voice. you knew that voice too well. your head spun around to see lando leering dangerously close to raphaelâs face, the heat of his body emanating onto your own. he stood only a few inches from you.
you felt his hand ghost over the small of your back, and you suddenly felt desperate to feel it. with your lips raw from that kiss, your fingertip glazed over the flesh, your eyes lost in landoâs tense expression. his jaw was tightened, chest doing itâs best to keep his heated expression under control. however, that control was slipping with every passing moment that you were in raphaelâs arms.Â
raphael turned his attention to lando, suddenly pissed. âneed something?âÂ
lando gave him a hoarse chuckle. âyeah. can i borrow your lady for a second?â
raphael made a move to shake his head. âno, we were justââ
âthanks, mate.â lando gripped your back with his fingertips, digging into the skin without mercy. you felt his anger rolling off of him in tense waves, the urge to consolidate him overwhelming. he led you through the crowds of people with an insurmountable force, jaw tightly clenched the entire way. you could practically hear his teeth grinding against one another.Â
he said nothing until he openedâ no, broke the doorâ to the bathroom. it was a single stallâ no one was in there. he allowed you to enter first, stretching out his arm as a much needed signal. you waited a moment, arms crossing over your chest.Â
his eyes didnât relent. he would wait here all fucking day before you decided to go in. and you did. he locked the door behind the two of you in an instant.Â
âwhat the fuck are youââ you began to scold, back turned to him as you approached the mirror and the sink. you were interrupted when he spun you around, hand place firmly on your hip. the contact had you gasping, glancing down at his hand.Â
âso, what?â he said, looking down at you through hooded eyes, blown pupils. his heart was electrified, hidden behind his cage of ribs, and one hand flexed as it gripped the edges of the porcelain sink. he hummed, âhm? he your boyfriend now?âyou gaped at him. âyouâre serious?â you stifled a laugh, unbelieving of his attitude. âwhatâs it to you, lando? hm?â
his shoulders tensed. âyou shouldnât be with him.âÂ
you rolled your eyes. lando gripped your chin, demanding your attention. âwhy not, then? âm i supposed to be your whore forever?âÂ
his thumb rolled over your bottom lip. âyou never were,â he tsked. you were bewildered. brow raising, however difficult to focus when his hand around your hip began to swirl circles on your skin.Â
âwhat the fuck are you saying, then, lando? you need toââ
âyou let him kiss you.âÂ
you froze.Â
ânever me. why?â his restraint was slipping. his forehead edged closer and closer to yours until you could feel his breath fanning across your face.Â
âwhy?â he asked again, his nose brushing against your own. you shook your head âno,â lip beginning to quiver beneath his body. his chest pressed against your own as he got closer. he needed to be closer. âhe fuck you better? hm? that it?âÂ
you shuddered when you felt his fingers lower from your hip, trailing circles towards your navel, the slit of your dress that met your upper thigh.Â
âgo on,â he urged, his voice tense from gritting his teeth. âtell me. tell me, and iâll stop.âÂ
you stayed quiet except for the whimper that left your throat when his fingers curled against your panties, a dampened spot ruining the fabric. there was a deep chuckle against your face, landoâs forehead still against your own. you tightened your lips together, not daring a word to spill.Â
âtell me, and iâll let you go party with your new boy.âÂ
âfuck you,â you bit out, seething with your desire, angered with his jealous antics.Â
âyeah? yeah? you want âta fuck me?â there was no way of hiding his cocky grin. it could be seen from miles away, even when his face was millimeters from yours.Â
âyouâre an asshole,â you heaved, your hips bucking when he began to slide your underwear to the side. your breaths were harsh against his cheeks.Â
âmust like âem mean, then,â he cooed, followed by a deep chuckle. ââcause youâre drippinâ for me.â you felt your slick seep around his fingers as h grazed the puffy lips of your cunt. your head was thrown back against the concrete wall, smacking against the surface. lando was quick to adjust your head, his fingers tugging into your hair.Â
âfuck,â you sighed, finding his pleasures undeniable. he was so on edge from seeing you kissing raphael, that he was lost in his madness. this pent up lust was bursting from its locked away jar, pouring its fury onto you. âtouch me, lando. pleaseââÂ
with a swift motion he perched you onto the porcelain sink, your head lolling against the mirror, supported by his palm. he tugged you forward so your glossy cunt stained the front of his black pants. the wet spot was pertinent, your face flushing with embarrassment. you were supposed to hate this. why did you love it?Â
ââam touchinâ you, baby.â his middle finger teased you, blessing you with a split moment of euphoria of grazing your clit. you moaned, eyes fluttering shut. âlook at me,â his hand tightened in your hair. your eyes flashed open, face to face with his crooked, loving smile. âlook at me when i make you cum.â
you nodded, whimpering rapidly. he grinned harder at your desperate, pleading tone. though you spoke no words, he could tell just how badly you needed him.Â
âinside,â your begging didnât cease, especially when he was still refusing to slide a finger inside of you. âplease, pleaseââ
your words were cut off when his middle finger curled sweetly inside of you, eliciting the sweetest pleasure you have felt in weeks. the moan you delivered was guttural, deep, and most of all, primal. landoâs dick pulsated in his pants, his fingers twitching at your lewd voice.Â
a hand reached out to grip onto his bicep, your head falling into the crook of his neck. you felt undeniably at ease in his hold, despite the hurt that heâs caused you.Â
his finger began to slide in and out of you, scissoring you to high hell and back, and you were putty in his hands. moments like these is what he favored most with you, but he would take anything to be in your presence. he didnât feel an ounce of guilt when he swooped you up from that assholeâs arms, leaving him shocked and disrespected. lando was keen enough to twist his head over his shoulder when he led you away, watching as raphaelâs face contorted with disappointment. it had his jaw tensing, resisting the urge to smirk.Â
âcome on, baby,â landoâs voice cut through your high, your naval tightening with a hot pressure. âknow youâre close. can feel it.âÂ
he added a second finger, using his thumb to roll over your sensitive bundle of nerves. the stimulation was overwhelming, your throat raw with the carnal moans he drew from your depths. heâd be the only one to hear any of these ever again. he promised himself that much.Â
your orgasm was imminent, the coil in your belly snapping with a hopeless yearning youâve been deprived of for what feels like an eternity. slick covered the palm of his hand, and your eyes had locked onto his. he watched as you trembled with desire, legs twitched around his waist. with one quick move he brought his two fingers to your lips.
you knew what he wanted.Â
youâve never tasted yourself before. but your lips parted, and he lathered your slick over your tongue. you sucked in earnest over his calloused digits, lips puckering, cheeks hollowing. you swallowed, letting your tongue linger over his fingertips.
ânow you know,â he whispered, clutching you tight. âwhy i canât stay away.â for a brief moment, you thought he was mentioning because of the taste of your cunt. but with the deep look in his eyes, you knew it meant more. you were made for him. both in spirit and sensuality.Â
lando spun you around from your seat atop the sink, having you flipped, staring at your reflection in the mirror. you look disheveled, and downright fucked. your feet met the ground, the palm of his hand spreading over the expanse of your back, flattening you to a ninety degree angle.Â
âlift your hips for me, love,â you obeyed without second thoughts, rising to your tip toes as he ran his fingers along the underside of your thighs, pulling down the fabric of your panties. they hit the floor, and your cunt went rigid with the cold air. but you heard lando making fast work with his belt, his jeans, and you sifted back and forth. you even turned to look at him over your shoulder, lashes batting unintentionally at the spring of his cock against his lower belly.Â
âmissed this,â he breathed, saddling his hand at the base of your neck. you pushed into his hold, deepening the connection.Â
your exhaustion didnât impede your ability to get fucked. that was for sure. lando wasnât going to spare a single effort on your behalf. he was riled, pent up, and now he wanted to see tears in your eyes as you were split open on his cock. it was a promise.Â
âmissed you.â you mumbled. landoâs hand tightened around the frontal base of your throat.Â
âwhat was that?âÂ
you whimpered. âmissed you!â
âatta girl.â he was pleased with your higher volume, and awarded you by edging the tip of his cock through your folds. you lurched forward, gripping onto the dish of the sink. a deep groan left you, and he gave you a grace period to adjust. but it took too long. you wanted him deep. bottomed out. until there was nothing else for you to give.Â
âshow me,â you grit your teeth. âshow me heâs not good enough.âÂ
your words seemed to ignite a flame inside of lando that couldnât be ignored. you felt him huff air, the sensation tickling your spine, and he thrust himself inside of you. forget a grace period, you were going straight to heaven.Â
you moaned, his cock stimulating a perverse area inside your cunt that no man could ever reach. lando was out for blood to prove that he was the only man that could truly fuck you. and fuck you he would.Â
the sound of skin slapping echoed through the bathroom. your moans intertwined with his mewls, creating an atmosphere derived from both of your pleasures alone. nothing would ever compare to this feeling. how he curved deliciously inside of you, how you tightened so mercilessly around his cock. heâd let himself run dry so he could feel your tight walls each night.Â
the pressure of his hand around your throat didnât relent. with his index and thumb squeezing at every point he bottomed out, you swore you were seeing stars. you were an irrecoverable mess in landoâs arms, and thatâs just the way he wanted you. in the reflection of the mirror stared the fading marks that fucker left on your skin. but he was determined to make his own. and it was different that youâd let him. without a doubt, he could bite through your skin, make you bleed for all you fucking cared.Â
âwhoâs fucking you this good?â lando asked, hand tightening briefly for your response. you were lost in your haze, unable to truly focus on his words. your brows furrowed.Â
âyou,â you said, breathless, clenching onto the sink with all your prospective might.Â
âwho?â he prodded further, opposite hand coming to rub at your clit. you seethed, breath tightening in your throat. tears burned at your retinas, the skillful work of his fingers bringing you to an oncoming orgasm. lando felt it, and paused his fingers.Â
you whimpered, then looked at him in the mirror. he loomed like no man youâve ever seen. darkened eyes, sweaty hair. fuck, heâs so hot. âyou!âÂ
his fingers returned their assault on your clit, and you could feel the burning heat once more. you grinded hopelessly against the palm of his hand, which he responded as to pinching the bundle of nerves atop your cunt to with more pressure.Â
it didnât take long before you were keeling over the sink, his hand around your neck forcing you to arch before him. with your unbearably tight cunt, he came with you, filling you with hot ropes of cum. the feeling of him warm, vested in your walls brought you a comfort like nothing else.Â
landoâs head fell forward with his heaving chest onto the base of your neck. his heart was beating so fast, you could feel it. you lifted yourself from the downward angle of the sink, his hands coming to steady you despite his exhaustion.Â
âi lied to you before,â he spoke into the skin of your neck. too fucked out to really process what he was saying, you turned slightly to catch one of his eyes. âyou arenât a favorite.â
you frowned, still confused, heart feeling ripped open once more.Â
âyouâre the only girl.âÂ
you turned fully this time to face him.Â
âwhat?â
âyou heard me.â you did. that was true. but what you didnât believe was true, was his words.Â
âdonâtâŚâ you begged. âdonât play with me anymore, lanâŚâ the nickname rolled off your tongue with ease. âi canâtâŚi canât wait for someone who doesnâtâŚâ love, âwant me the same.â
lando brushed a stray hair from your forehead. he let himself lean into you. your bodies fit together perfectly.Â
âwhat do you want, then?âÂ
your voice was caught in your throat. there was a million things you wanted, but there was only one thing you needed.Â
âi need you.âÂ
need cut through his body like wild flower to barley. need was the mending his heart needed. need was the remedy of his uncertainties about you.Â
his face upturned into a smile.Â
âi canât do this,â he said, taking a breath. âany of this, without you. need you here, with me,â with his forehead touching yours, you could feel his lashes against your browline.Â
âlandoâŚâ
he shook his head. your name was soft on his tongue. âplease, please, stay with me. i shouldâve never left that hotel room. never.âÂ
your cheeks were wet. but they werenât from your tears. his. his lip was quivering when you opened your eyes, his own shut as if he were too afraid to face you.Â
and instead of answering him with words, you tilted your head up, and let your lips collide with his. torn into shock, landoâs eyes flew open, unbelieving of what was happening. you were kissing him. your lips on his, intimate. you wanted to be intimate with him, not just fuck him.Â
his eyes fluttered shut, and his hand came to wrap around the back of your neck. he returned your kiss, tongue eager to explore the cavern of your mouth, and you let him. you had been afraid to let him kiss you, fearful that you would become addicted to this pleasure.Â
you were right in your fear. there was never a universe where you wouldnât be drunk on his tongue, craving his teeth clashing with your own. it was an ensued battle with your mouths, one you werenât going to relent easily. but he remained victorious and let his tongue run over yours. the two of you were inseparable, body and spirit.Â
there was finally a blasted knock on the bathroom door, which had you jumping. lando turned his head over his shoulder, and was quick to drop to his knees to roll your panties back up.Â
âlike you down there,â you commented from him on his knees. he turned to look at you with a knowing smirk, and kissed the skin of your thighs. when he stood at his full height, he adjusted his own pants, looking presentable enough.Â
âbeautiful.â he complimented, leaning in for a plethora of kisses. he kissed all around your mouth, your nose, your jaw, before he landed on your mouth.
âi love you,â he blurted out against your lips. you gaped at him and he was worried you wouldnât feel the same. but the two of you knew this answer for a long, long time.Â
your brows upturned. âi love you too.âÂ
his hand fell on your lower back, guiding you out of the bathroom. âguess youâre my girl now, yeah?âÂ
you slapped his bicep. âwe have a lot to talk about, but for tonightâŚâ you nodded.Â
he was happy enough with that answer.Â
âgotta let raphael down easyâŚâ you mumbled as lando held the door open for you.Â
âohâŚ!â he said in an exaggerated tone. âthatâs what his name is.âÂ
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Hey, Horrormaster Sims. I have a wildly different question that barely relates to TMA (Sorry about that) but its about your own process. Please, if you could, can you tell me how your first drafts made you feel? I'm on the fence about writing my own thing (not a podcast, and again, not Magnus related, though I have a million little aus for that delightful tragedy you wrote, thank you for that!) But I'm discouraged by the collective notion that first drafts are always terrible, because there's no ... examples I can solidly use to help the dumb anxiety beast in my brain that tells me everyone who is in any way popular popped out a golden turd and not, well, you know. One of my friends said 'Oh I bet Jonathan Sims's first draft was nothing like what he wanted' and I got the bright idea to just. Send you an ask, since you're trapped on this hellsite like I am. Anyway, thanks for reading this (if you do) and if you'd rather ask it privately, I am cool with that. Alternatively, you're a hella busy man with Protocol (you and Alex are making me rabid, i hope you know) and you can just ignore this! Cheers, man, and good words.
To my mind all writing advice, especially stuff that's dispensed as truisms (like "first drafts are always garbage") are only useful inasmuch as such advice prompts you to pay attention to how you write best: what helps your workflow, what inspires you, what keeps you going through the rough bits. There are as many different ways to write (and write well) as there are people who write and so always consider this sort of thing a jumping off point to try out or keep in mind as you gradually figure out your own ways of writing.
On first drafts specifically, I think the wisdom "all first drafts are bad" is a bit of unhelpful oversimplification of the fact that, deadlines notwithstanding, no piece of writing goes out until you decide its ready, so don't get too hung up on your first draft of a thing, because a lot of writers find it much easier to edit a complete work than to try and redraft as they go. It's also important to not let perfectionism or the fact your initial draft isn't coming out exactly how you want stop you from actually finishing the thing, as it's always better to have something decent and done than to have something perfect and abandoned.
But the idea of a "first draft" is also kind of a fluid one. The "first draft" you submit to someone who's commissioned you will probably be one you've already done a bunch of tweaks and edits to, as opposed to the "first draft" you pump out in a frenzy in an over-caffeinated weekend. For my part, my first drafts tend to end up a bit more polished than most, because I'm in the habit of reading my sentences out loud as I write them (a habit picked up from years of audio writing) so I'll often write and re-write a particular sentence or paragraph a few times to get the rhythm right before moving to the next one. This means my first drafts tend to take longer, but are a bit less messy. I'm also a big-time planner and pretty good at sticking to the structures I lay out so, again, tend to front load a lot of stuff so I get a better but slower first draft.
At the end of the day, though, the important thing is to get in your head about it in a good way (How do I write best? what helps me make writing I enjoy and value? What keeps me motivated?) and not in a bad way (What if it's not good enough? What if everyone hates it? What if it doesn't make sense?) so that you actually get it done.
As for how my first drafts made me feel? Terrible, every one of 'em No idea if that's reflective of their quality, though, tbh - I hate reading my own writing until I've had a chance to forget it's mine (I can only ever see the flaws). I suppose there's theoretically a none-zero chance they were pure fragments of True Art and creative perfection, but Alex's editing notes make that seem unlikely.
#writing advice#rambling#first drafts#gotta say not mad on being called a horrormaster#feel like ive a ways to go yet#horror journeyman maybe
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for your information: author!abby x editor!fem!reader. professionals with a very strained relationship. abby and reader drinking a little but completely coherent + sober still. haters-to-lovers, semi-public, outdoor sex. bratty!reader. fingering (r!receiving). steamy make out session. clichĂŠs ahead. pet names used: baby, good girl, various insults tbh. 2.8K WC.
đđđđ đđđđđđ, had this idea for like, a whole year now. oops. just love autumnal/dark academia type shit and abby is my favourite bookworm. abby picture by @/tpicsl on pinterest. MASTERLIST.
Creativity is fickle. Abby knows it better than anyone.
Her mind is her greatest asset. It is a hidden strength; everybody thinks they have her figured out just by glancing at her. The woman is built of brawn and steadily-sculpted muscle, but it is merely a peek into her real power.
Abby's appearance is a reflection of dedication, an application of self-discipline trained over many moons.
Her brain is her might. Her will to excel. It is a library of all the things she has loved, words she has read, stories she has heard.
And the result is an author of applaudable talent. Yet, her reputation precedes herâshe is not easy to work with.
Abby has published four books so far in her career, but she's been through twice the amount of editors in that time. Nothing could ever stunt her rise to fame, no matter how many claims were made against the woman's cocky, self-gratified nature. Abby Anderson is a household name.
But as her most long-standing editor, you must agree with the rumours. Working for Abby is a living nightmare.
Creativity is fickle. Abby refuses to let anybody impede on her artistry. If they do not see her vision, she will throw a fit. Writing is her gift, and god forbid someone attempts to critique it. She rejects all common writing adviceâshould anyone attempt to tell her to 'kill her darlings', Abby will send back a heated, passive aggressive email.
You let her have her freedom. That is the difference between you and other editors. Perhaps they don't see the vision like you do, and absolutely not like Abby does. You will remove what is only necessary, and maybe there are small disagreements every so often, but you have proven yourself to have the wit that matches Abby's perplexity.
You do not leech on herâsucking the life and rareness out of her words, only to brag and drag her name through the mud. Even Abby will admit that you are the most pleasant editor to work with.
But god, she almost burnt you out.
Impossible deadlines, communicating at only the most iniquitous hours. Whether it was a high-priority email at midnight or two-thousand words to be read and fixed by the end of the day, she was a prick. On purpose.
And why? Well, even though your furious emails would raise her hackles, she began to realise she actually enjoyed reading them. You've got quite the attitude. It certainly tickles her dry sense of humour, after all. Everything you say is professional, so as to not raise alarm, but it's laced with just enough venom to sting.
Her personal favourite email, which she immediately starred, is the one in which you were complaining about her constantly quoting you in her own book.
'Miss Anderson, I do not find you as funny as you think you are. I would like to be taken seriously when I voice my concerns about your ill-treatment of my service, as flattering as it may be that I have inspired your work. 'Please see attached the edited draft as requested. Â 'P.S. I do believe you ought to get some sleep. Sending a draft at 03:30 is not acceptable.'
It's just not fiery enough to halt her efforts.
Somehow, you made it out alive. Pulled yourself out of quicksand with that heavy load on your back. You have lived long enough to be present tonight.
Today marks the highly anticipated release of Abby Anderson's fifth release, her newest standalone title following her critically acclaimed series. Many reviews seem to say she just keeps getting better, while others written in unkempt fury detest her for writing in a way that feels almost pretentious nowadays.
Abby's clearly had a day full of bustling conversation, hundreds of well wishes. She signed so many copies of her book that her wrist aches of overuse. She made it through, thank goodness, and the hour of relaxation has finally arrived.
The release party.
Who doesn't love a party? A warm celebration filled with prideful chit-chat, her family and friends, and competitors masking their envy with tight-lipped smiles and side-eyes.
All that and a splash of champagne to take the edge off.
Your heels crunch flaxen leaves in your path to the door, streams of fading sunlight painting the yacht club in warm golds and gingers. It's a remotely calm evening save for the seaside breeze. The trees whistle and you can hear the faint sound of pastoral waves clashing with the cliffside.
Your inner-voice begs for a few moments more stood outside the party. You could give yourself some grace, a fleeting moment to prepare for the questioning and disrespect you'll receive.
You think back to a charity event Abby hosted once. You met a man who spoke with blatant indiscretion about Abby's writing, and admittedly your ego was bruised as much as Abby's would have been. He had watched you argue your point, and when you finished, the man parted his lips to ask, 'who are you?'
Her fucking editor, that's who. Only one who'll put up with her.
It would help if Abby would stop acting like she doesn't know you.
You don't expect flowers, nor praise. She wrote those books by herself. But a tree cannot grow without proper care. If her words were sowing the seeds, you were watering them.
If only Abby could take the stick from her ass and so kindly acknowledge the sweat and tears you put into dealing with her.
Light disappears into the horizon and the moon has risen. These cocktail parties were never your style. It isn't a wild bender, nor is it a classy and quiet event. It's just somewhere between that.
Networking.
It's tedious, dreadful. If you don't catch their attention within the first seconds of the conversation, you won't make that connection. First impressions are everything, and unfortunately, you struggle to be as charming as the others in this room.
"Well, well, well. Look who showed up."
Her eyes have wandered to you for the past two hours, not as discreet as she thought she was being. It seems Abby has finally found the time to pull away from big-wig publishers and authors to finally seek you out.
"I almost thought you were gonna pull the same shit as last time 'n hide all night."
"You wish." Your voice is dry and quick, always straight to the point. "Makes no difference if I stay in the shadows or hang around the others. You'll ignore me anyway."
"No," Abby murmurs, a scrunched up scowl on her face now. It's far from hateful, and directed more towards herself than you. "I'm talking to you now, aren't I?"
"Mhm."
"You know what I just.. love?" Abby asks, head tilted towards you. You are a thief to Abby's attention no matter where or when, but regret to realise that. "You are just as hard to deal with in person as you are over email. It's really authentic."
"Ah." You give a curt nod, taking a short sip of wine, and notice the way her eyes track the movement. They linger over your lips, struggling to tear away. "I am glad you think so. I like to keep it real."
She scoffs, short and breathy. "Yeah. It's real lovely."
Abby enjoys the way you match her energy. She enjoys it too much.
"So, did you come here to say anything worthwhile, or are you just polite enough to greet all your guests?"
Her face doesn't changeâher smile remains intact, but it's the twitch of her eye that forces a soft chuckle past your lips.
"Yeah, actually. You know, I was getting there." Abby's indignant reply is masked with a pleasant tone, one that irks you. She doesn't know how to act any way but sarcastically with you. She could say the smallest thing, but it gets on your nerves. You're not the most proud of how reactive you are to Abby's behaviour. "You know, some sappy shit about how helpful you are. But I might keep it to myself now."
"Makes no difference to me," you say with a shrug of your shoulders. Actually, it would be nice to hear what she has to say. "You couldn't be genuine with me if you tried."
"You know what? Let's go." Abby takes and sets your glass down on a nearby table for you, hand wrapping firm around your wrist. "I have some things to say to you that I'd rather others don't hear."
"Can't wait," you mutter, anticipating what, from past experience, can only be referred to as a sour exchange of words.
Abby drops your hand to get the door with the most cocky grin you've seen on her face in a long time. "Ladies first."
The French doors lead to a round balcony that overlooks the water. As you step outside you feel a wave of relaxation overcome you. The ocean is calm, the breeze from earlier has filtered away into a still, but cold, night. The only sounds you can hear are muffled chatter and music from inside.
"Alright." You clasp your hands together and bat your lashes. "What was it you had to say? Don't forget to raise your voice this time."
"Y'know, I actually wasn't planning on yelling at you," Abby says in a gritty voice, stepping closer. "But if you keep trying to get smart with me, I may reconsider."
"Oh, of course. I hope you do. It's a pleasant sound."
"Iâ Stop talking."
Without you having realised, she's backed you into a corner. Your hands grasp the stone fence of the balcony tightly, looking away until she tugs your jaw closer.
"I wanted to actually say something nice. You know, a sorry for being a cunt. A thank you for putting up with me. I wouldn't have half the success I have if it weren't for you."
"Oh."
It's simply unexpected. It isn't an out-of-this-world idea for Abby to be sincere, of course not. But her confidence is often mistaken for pure arrogance. You just didn't think she could tone down her ego enough for something like this. Not at a release party, at leastâthis whole shebang is meant to be celebrating her.
"I didn't know how to show you I actually appreciate your work," Abby continues, "I thought about flowers... a letter... you know, for an author, it was ridiculously hard to put some words down. And I wanted to avoid clichĂŠ. So I wanted to personally talk to you about it."
"You know, this is actually leaning further into clichĂŠ territory than a letter?" You muse, only with the intention of making this slightly less awkward.
Considering Abby is usually the one to let her eyes wander, right now, you are the one who can't pull their eyes away. Her shirt fits her far too perfectly for your liking. Her eyes, electric blue and staring sharply enough to cut youâthey're perfect. And you hate it.
"Oh yeah?" Abby huffs, her palm flat on the fence behind you. She's caged you in. "Why's that?"
"Because you look like you're about to kiss me."
She falters for a moment, sheer surprise on her face. Oh, come on. She can't be that clueless to her own desires, can she?
"You wish."
"Well if you don't kiss me, I'm going to kiss you."
"What? Because I said one kind thing to you? Are you really that easy?" Abby lets out a quiet laugh in disbelief, perhaps a bit of shock tooâyou've thrown her off balance.
"You are the one who's not-so-subtly stared at my lips all night," you point out. "So I think you need to find your own answer to your question."
Jesus, you make Abby actually think sometimes. Interacting with you is differentâher wit is matched for once, you indulge in the same dry sarcasm, you're actually fucking intelligent.
But what irritates her is the way you have such a great read on her.
"What I need is for you to shut up and let me be nice to you for once."
"God, you write your own clichĂŠs so much you'd think you would have seen this coming." You meet her eyes with that of a mischievous look in your own, lips curled into a satisfied grin. "Make me."
Oh, for fuck's sake.
Screw it.
Her lips are on yours. Her hands settle over your hips. It's warmâincendiary, even. The autumn chill takes a backseat as she kisses you once, twice, and once more.
She stays close enough for your breaths to mingle, lips a hair's breadth away from each other now.
"That wasn't so hard, was it?" You murmur. Abby scoffs softly.
"I hate you."
"I don't think that's right."
"No?"
"You're welcome to walk away right now, if you hate me so much."
There is not a chance that's going to happen. Even below the faint blue moonlight, you can see how rosy her cheeks have turned. Not a chance. She's staying right here.
"I thought a kiss was supposed to make you shut up," Abby grumbles.
"Oh, ha, sorry." You aren't sorry in the slightest. That coy smile is going to be the death of her. Who knew little old you would have the upper hand right now? "You can try again, if you'd like."
"Right."
It's as desperate and fiery as before, yet not as ephemeral. She's captured your words with her lips, her hands unceasingly moving along your figure. She touches and grabs everywhere that she can reach. You cup the back of her head and pull her closer as you sit on the balcony fence.
That stresses her out the slightest bit. It's a precarious position, on a high place, no less. But she simply takes it as an opportunity to splay her palm over your ass, 'keeping you from falling off.'
"Here's the deal." Abby attempts to command you, but wandering lips are staining her throat in lipstick and, plain and simply, she whimpers her words. "You're gonna watch that door and tell me if someone's comin'."
"Mhm."
Your mouth seeks her freckled collarbone, so tauntingly visible beneath her shirt. She always leaves the first few buttons undone. You've controlled yourself so well all this time, you deserve to taste the salt of her skin there.
And Abby's fumbling with the button of your pants. They fit you so well. They hug your body just right, flaring at the ankles. They hug her attention, too.
"Coast is clear?" Abby whispers. Her hand is painfully close to where she wants to be, buried into your cunt, but she just can't without the confirmation that you won't be caught in your little escapade.
You peek over Abby's shoulder. The party is still bustling inside, not a soul seeming concerned with the balcony.
"It's clear."
"Thank god."
Abby's hand slides beneath your panties finally. She's amused with the way you spread your thighs wider to accommodate her, your legs wrapping around her waist now.
"That's a good girl," she mumbles, fingers gathering some of your wetness. She nearly shudders at how fucking hot all of this is. You, your stuttered breath, and the thrill of fucking you somewhere so public. "Shh-shh."
Two fingers push past your folds and your hands grip her broadened shoulders. It's a stretch, those thick fingers stuffed pretty inside you, but the feeling is more than welcome.
"Fuck, Abs."
"I know, just be quiet."
Her fingers begin to move, slow at first as she tests the waters, and gradually it reaches a faster pace. Your sounds are even better than she could have anticipated they'd be. Gentle, short moans. So, so cute, and all for her ears' pleasure only.
"Open those eyes, baby. You need to keep watch."
You do your best. You force your eyes open and stare at the blurry door behind Abby.
Her digits reach in deep, they stretch you wide, and her thumb laves over your clit simultaneously. She feels the tension build in your body. Your fingers bruise her shoulders, your legs tremble, and you muffle your rising volume by hiding in the crook of her neck.
"C'mon, baby," Abby encourages, her free hand groping and squeezing your butt. "Gonna cum for me?"
She has finally conquered your attitude. Left you unable to do anything but moan, and fuck, your legs feel like jelly now. She revels in your jittering, in the clenching of your hole around her fingers.
"Good girl." The praise, sweetened further by that smooth voice, leaves you reeling. And like the prick she is, she just has to use your own words back at you. "Wasn't that hard to shut up, was it? You did so good for me."
You hum tiredly in response, weak fingers fastening your trousers again. "I hate you."
"Hate me enough to come home with me?"
Ha.
"Of course."
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cravings!
rin misses you, a little too much
itoshi rin x reader: lovesick rin, yandere ish, its all metaphorical tho, word dump tbh.. , not proofread + likes and reblogs are appreciated <3
he must be going crazy, he thinks, lying on the rock-hard mattress provided by this lukewarm facility - a cold reminder on where he longs to be, by your side on your soft bed right by your side. and there he goes, becoming sidetracked all over again. all he can think about is you - and he knows that should be normal, considering youâve been dating him for over a year, and thatâs all normal. but even to itoshi rin, he thinks its a little more than infatuation, limerence or a crush, he thinks heâs truly gone crazy being apart from you for so long.
he misses every inch of you. he misses your eyes that seem to sparkle when it meets his, he misses your eyes when they blink at him confusedly whenever he attempts to show his affection to you, he misses your eyes that turns into crescent lines when you smile - and he canât get enough even through the face calls heâs making all too often or through the thousands of photos he keeps in his phone in a secret folder. he misses your lips when it mesmerises him as it changes its shape as you chatter away, he misses your lips melting into his, connecting and becoming one with his, he misses just the look of your lips whether glossy, dry, sticky - and he doesnât think any photo that he takes whether with his phone or with the help of your digicam can ever do it justice. he misses your hair that flicks on his face that usually annoys him but at this moment of weakness it makes him yearn for you even more, he misses combing through your hair as you lie on his laps doing whatever you want as he watches football matches, he misses the warmth of your hair against his neck and face as you sleep soundly beside him, resembling an angel - and yet all he can do is to stare through the blue screen to watch your social media to see if youâve changed your hairstyle - leaving it down, tying it up, if you curled it or straightened it and whatnot. he misses your hands when it interlocks and fits right into his, he misses your hands and the way it sends electric shock down his spine as you touch him, he misses your hands that were so warm and gentle against his cold and rougher hands - and he regrets now not taking a few pictures of your hands and he has to rely on zooming in like a creep on your shared pictures.
and he thinks he truly has it bad when he dreams of you. he dreams of you at night - some days its back to school, where youâll be with him all day long, convincing him to study that heâs truly taken advantage of because right now all he wishes to do is to go back to school and learn mathematics with you even if he doesnât understand a single word youre trying to say, eating lunch with just you, sitting right next to you during practicals, exams, class time, and everything. some days itâll be another weekend for you two - lying on his lap as you scroll through your phone or play games or sometimes even revising your work whilst he without fail glues his eyes on the computer or tv displaying clips of football matches, and all he wishes is that he focused on you instead. some days, its much more weird, some days he dreams of those cringe love mangas, and he swears its your influence on him - where you play the princess and he can be your prince or knight, or maybe even a role reversal if heâs real tired that day and some days he just dreams of clips of you, like heâs stuck in those edits he sees you giggle and lose your mind over and now suddenly he gets it as if youre his idol.
and right now, all he wishes to do is to crawl within your veins. all he had learnt at blue lock is simply that he canât stand this distance between you and him, as though he is in a drought, as though this red string of fate between your fingers is instead wrapped and tugging at his heart, as though youre his water and food and air to him. he yearns to be one with you, not just by signing a piece of paper to determine you two as forever, he wants to be one soul with you, he wants to be the one you match your ribs with, he wants to be yours completely the ways you are his entirely. he wants you to eat him, the way he wants to eat you - having each other inside of one another is romantic albeit sick and twisted in others head, be one with you truly, be mixed with every part of you. heâs never thought so much about something other than his crushed dreams of football, and even that pales to this addiction of you. youre like his drug, and he feels as though heâs going through withdrawal symptoms - heâs getting even more moody than usual and heâs sure his roommates in this claustrophobic space can tell by his glare, his even more snappy and irritated tone, the ways heâs getting more fidgety as though heâs a kid going through a sugar rush that is you, his head is rushing with thoughts of you that is simply unlike him, and his chest is pumping now even faster as he thinks about you.
at this point, just for a moment, he doesnât even want to be itoshi rin anymore. he wants to be the necklace youre wearing, making contact with your skin as you walk, looking around at the scenery with you, sharing your point of view. he wants to be the homework youre probably stressing over, having all your attention and your hands on him, and maybe even your tears he suspects since its exam season. he wants to the fan in your room, cooling you off and helping you stay comfortable and relaxed, being rewarded for his relentless spinning by the grace of your smile that heâs sure will send him to heaven. he wants to your hands, aiding you in your everyday life, and getting his reward through being able to touch your skin that heâs sure is sculptured by whatever god rules this world. he wants to be your blood, deep inside you and keeping you alive, getting to see you from the inside, and exciting and forbidden view he thinks. he wants to be a virus cell, exploring your insides and truly being one with you, infecting you with his lovesickness probably, as he in a way becomes one with you. he wants to be the walls in your heart, and be kept deep inside your heart like a secret, like heâs truly yours, like heâs one with you.
and he knows he can never say all these weird thoughts out loud - not because of his pride, not because of his inability to truly express his extent of his love, not because he thinks its cringe but simply because he knows you just might leave him and heâd rather die, rather give up football, rather go to hell for the rest of eternity than to be separated any longer. he would do anything just so you keep him a little longer - heââll play a fool, heâll play as a pet, heâll play as your doll, and heâll do anything you ask of him just so youâll stay even if you donât love him. but he knows you does, so what can he do to keep being in your, his angel, good graces to go to paradise, as in to stay with you forever. he cannot even bear the thought of separating from you relationship-wise - he thinks the world will end if you ever broke up with him, maybe heâll truly die whether by his own hands, those pill bottles, or simply just from the distance youâve put between you and him, because youre his blood, youre his heart, youre his brain. he rather live through being abandoned by his own brother, witnessing his own metaphorical death and corpse rotting on that grassy field than to ever be separated from you, rather go through the fiery pits of hell, rather be tortured for an eternity than to be reared apart from your embrace in this mortal life. because if he canât even handle this one mere week without your physical presence, even with your voice mails youâve sent to keep him alive and the face calls you make every night, he thinks heâll become a mad man, hell, he doesnât even think heâd be alive if you ever left him truly.
but for now, heâll let his strange mind wander and yearn for you a little more, he just hopes you wont think youâve gotten a cold from the amount of times youâll be sneezing today from the constant and never-ending thoughts about you.
#bllk x reader#blue lock x reader#itoshi rin x reader#rin itoshi x reader#rin x reader#yandere bllk#rin.<3
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[Click Click Boom] [Shadow x Reader short stories]
Summary: You're set to be Shadow's companion to keep an eye on him and keep him in line, a courtesy from the goverment for him saving the world with Sonic and the others.
Word count: 1.8k
Warnings: Can be read as platonic or romantic! Shadow/reader romance is implied though! You're human in this, age is vague but you're meant to be in your 20s.
Disclaimer: Shadow is an adult, and as for the furry debate, he's literally an adult who can consent and is sentient, don't like? Don't read!
A/N: I've literally been obsessed with this fucker since I was a literal child and it's the first time I've written for him!! The trailer yas me going insane. This is written well before the movie has come out, literally all I got to work with is Shadow in the trailer and the bits and pieces of info I psychoanalized so I don't wanna hear shit about it not being accurate tbh, this is self indulgent!!
Shadow isn't the worst task you've been assigned, you both are more akin to awkward roommates more than anything.
I'm talking randomly lingering in the corners of the room, his bright red eyes glowing and they always seemed to be locked right onto you.
You screamed the first dozen times, but now you just glare at the black hedgehog and spit out a "fuck you." and go about your business.
He'll never admit that it brings him infinite amusement, it's hard to tell, but the huff he lets out is evidence enough.
Shadow will never admit he cares for you, he loses everyone he cares for, and humans don't live that long. It's terrifying to think about how much he's come to like you.
He's not nearly as slick as he thinks he is.
You're sitting down at the dinner table, typing away on your laptop, editing the mission report from the other day when Shadow makes his way towards you. Sending him a nod in his direction, you don't think of anything when he moves in close.
A huge slam takes you off guard though, jumping damn near out of your skin as you twist your head to look at him.
"What the fuck-"
"Take it."
It's one of Shadow's guns, his emblem being engraved along the stock.
"What? No, I have guns." You raise an eyebrow at the hog, his face is perfectly still, eyes locking onto yours as he waits for you to grab the heckler.
"Your guns are worthless, you need something better."
"Well excuse me, I so happen to like my guns." You try and joke back, but the offense is taken.
Shadow rolls his eyes so hard you're scared that he's gonna blind himself. Jutting his chin towards the table once more to get your focus back onto it.
"If you have one of mine, I know you're safe." He doesn't elaborate. Not that he needs to.
"...Thank you, Shad."
All you get is a grunt in response, and he's on his way back to his room.
Gingerly picking up the weapon, you take in how pristine it is, a thumb caressing your small initials that you missed on the other side of the stock.
With Shadow saving the world, the reeking of havoc makes it to where he's limited to what he is allowed to do in the public eye.
Not that he listens, he isn't supposed to be out after curfew. But to be fair, it is extremely hard to keep a teleporting hedgehog confined to a meager two-story house.
You can hear him teleport above you, he's on the roofs of the nearby building, leering down at you.
It was a small errand you were on, simply stocking up on the essentials for the house.
Namely, snacks for Shadow, he doesn't ask for a lot other than coffee beans and Doritos.
You are choosing to ignore the fact that he eats the coffee beans straight up, the crunch echoes through your head and it sends a shudder down your spine.
He was adamant against you leaving the house this late, standing in front of the front door.
"No."
"Fuck you mean no?"
"I said no."
"....I don't listen to men."
And you weaved around him to leave the house, ignoring his shout of disapproval.
That leads you both to here now, you pretending you don't see him trailing you from the rooftops as you walk your way back home from the small shopping center.
You feign surprise when he opens the house door for you, begrudgingly sticking a hand out to help you with your bags.
"Oh! Thank you my knight in shining armor~"
"Shut it."
He's never told you his birthday, which you can understand, living for 50 years and not having your family around must be hard. No matter how he may fake that it doesn't bother him.
That doesn't stop you, not in the slightest really. You damn near kick him out of the house for the day, shoving him over to Tom and Maddie's house so he can be with the others. Despite how much he protested.
"I don't want to go over there. Not with that blue fake."
"You don't really have a choice bub, I need you out of the house."
"I don't understand why I have to-"
"Keep arguing with me and I will make it a point to not buy you shit next grocery trip."
It's an empty threat, but he grunts nonetheless.
"...."
"That's what I thought."
When he finally gets home from his long and admittedly overstimulating day with the Wachowskis, he's ready to recharge in his room.
He teleports through the house door, sighing and rubbing at his temples as he moves to kick off his shoes, knowing that if he doesn't, you'd chastise him for not doing so.
Something about tracking dirt and rocket fuel into the carpet.
Whatever.
After trying to massage his brain through his fur, he opens his eyes up to see a colorful banner strung across the mantle.
'Happy birthday!' It screams, in its disgustingly neon color palette.
Shadow wracks his brain for any information of it being your birthday, he knows for a fact it isn't today. A friend you're throwing a party for? Well, that makes no sense, he knows very well you don't have many friends, especially any that you'd invite your house up for.
You're antisocial to a fault, not that he has absolutely any room to talk.
He hears you before he sees you, turning the corner into the living room, carrying some balloons in your hands. A stupid little party hat on your head.
"Shadow! What are you doing back so early?"
Kicking off the last shoe, he stands at his full height, staring into your eyes with a shrug.
"I wasn't aware I had a time."
"....fair enough, anyways, fuck, goddamnit. Stay here. Okay?"
And you're off, running into the kitchen, his ears flick at the slamming of the fridge door, followed by the cabinets being no doubt, hip nudging it shut way too forcefully.
He's awkwardly standing there still until you yell for him to come in.
Shadow has half a mind to ignore you and go into his room, but curiosity kills the cat, so he takes in a deep breath and makes his way to you.
He finds you sitting at the little kitchenette, a nervous smile spread across your lips as you gesture to the plate in front of you.
The smell is apparent, it's a coffee cupcake.
The hedgehog feels his ears flick again, staring down at the desert, then trailing his eyes back to meet your own. Wordlessly asking you what was going on.
"You've never told me your birthday, but it's been a year since you've been here, with me. After the whole trying to destroy the world shit. So since you won't tell me, we can kinda treat this as it?" You keep rambling, eyes flitting around the room, very clearly nervous as to his reaction.
Shadow doesn't say anything, or move even. Just staring down at the cupcake.
It looks amateurish, the frosting is lopsided, and the toppings on it look messy. But you made it for him. You even added a big black "1" candle in the center.
He doesn't know what to say, he can feel heat rush through his body, rushing to his ears and his face, and his fur feels constricting.
What the fuck.
What the actual fuck.
You go to open your mouth again, no doubt to apologize, but he beats you to it.
Moving to scoop up the treat, he gently sniffs it before taking a cautionary bite.
A beat passes between the two of you.
"...it's good."
Shadow does his best to ignore the smile that blooms across your face, not wanting to remember just how pretty he finds you like this.
Disgusting.
Shadow doesn't like touch, you know it, he knows it, and everyone knows it. He's threatened to break Sonic's wrist for even so much as patting the older hedgehog on the back. Baring his sharper fangs and hissing out to not touch him ever.
He avoids group hugs from Team Sonic, avoids Tom and Maddie like the plague, dodging every invitation to be a part of the family, it makes him sick to think about it.
With you, it's a little different.
You're not like them, you don't push him to change, you don't have a problem with how closed off he is, giving him space, never once pushing his very strict boundaries.
Something churns in his chest at the sound of you crying in your room, you probably think you're being incognito, holding a pillow to your face to drown out your sobs.
The internal debate is heavy, Shadow used to be able to comfort, to provide warmth, but he hasn't done so in years. Flashes of memories where he would comfort Maria on her bad health days, letting her run her fingers over his quills, to lend an ear to Gerald when he was frustrated about treatments not working.
It's not to say he is replacing you in their place, but it's scary. To open himself up like that again. He can feel his anxiety rising as he goes over the pros and cons of crossing this line. Eyes squeeze shut forcefully as he tells himself he doesn't care about you, that you're an adult, and you don't need to be babied.
His ears twitch when a pathetic little whimper drops from your lips, and his resolve cracks.
You don't look up when he makes his way in, too stuck in your bubble.
Startling a little when two, much stronger and larger hands grab at your own, peeling them away from the pillow. Your puffy bloodshot eyes looking at the hedgehog in front of you, his face set as it usually is, stoic. But his eyes are different, and his body language is different, when has he ever looked at you so softly? It's jarring.
Oh, he's moving closer. Okay. Weird.
"Shadow? Uh, I'm ok-"
You try and lie, it's a pitiful attempt. Your voice is scratchy and the tear tracks down your cheeks aren't helping your plight.
"No, you're not."
He shuts you down immediately, hands sliding up your arms to drag you into him.
The instant your bodies touch, you feel a fresh wave of tears well up in your eyes again.
Shadow has you resting against him, your head resting on him as he wraps himself loosely in your arms, giving you the space to move away if you so choose.
It's the first time he's allowed you to hug him, the first time he's ever initiated contact with someone in years. A fact that you both are well aware of.
A sob works its way up your throat, immediately tightening your grip on the hedgehog, curling into him as you shake.
Shadow doesn't say anything, doesn't make fun of you as snot pours from your nose, doesn't point out that your mascara and eyeliner are getting everywhere, just sits there and lets you cling onto him like he's your only lifeline.
He thinks that this is okay, he's strong enough for you both, and you don't need to worry when he's here.
#IS THIS ANY FUCKING GOOD LMAO#I have no clue but i love him so bad hes been a comfort character my entire life#no one loves u shadow like i do#promise#teddy loves shadow â#shadow the hedgehog#shadow x reader#shadow the hedgehog x reader#sonic x reader#sonic the hedgehog x reader#sega#sonic 3#sonic the hedgehog#shadow
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kitty or shark hybrid tyun thoughts pleasepleasepleaseplease
i already had kitty tyun in the works so you read my mind but omg SHARK TYUN ???!!!! i know we literally just talked abt this on discord but i never thought abt how it would actually work⌠iâve never thought about marine hybrids before đ¤ would he need water ??? reverse sandy cheeks LMFAO but no the predatory aspect mmmmm we should talk abt this later
edit this is longer and kind of turned into more of actual writing (??) than the soobin one ugh sorry iâm so inconsistent iâm ekwkndndkfk almost donât even wanna post it BUT ANYWAY ,,,,,
next on my agenda: cat hybrid!taehyun !!
cat hybrid!taehyun with perky dark brown ears that nearly blend in with his hair, and a sleek tail to match. heâd be reserved when you first bring him home, but not shy or nervous like soobin; taehyun would be cool, collected, on his guard but in a way that lets you know he still sees himself as one in control.
at first it would seem like he really couldnât care less about your presence in the apartment; quickly getting comfortable enough to make it his own, but apparently you werenât included in that sentiment, judging from the way heâd just side-eye you before carrying on with whatever he was doing as his only form of acknowledgement every time you attempt an interaction đŤ
it makes you nervous; was this the right decision? will we ever form a bond? little do you know⌠muehuehue
you knew that cat hybrids were notoriously hit or miss in terms of how affectionate or independent theyâd turn out to be, but i mean come on â taehyun acts as though he doesnât even need you at all !!
imagine the first time you try to pet his ears, him flattening them and immediately swatting your hand away to shrink back with a scowl; the way your stomach would drop as you quickly start to apologize đ but heâs already stalking away into the next room like a grumpy grouch >:(
itâs not that taehyun hates you or anything, itâs just that he doesnât like his personal space invaded â or at least, thatâs what he thinks at first, but more on that later đ
him hearing you crying in your room one night cuz youâre just so frustrated and sad :(( wanting to build a happy comfortable life for him but heâs not even letting you try and you donât know what youâre doing wrong 𼺠thatâs the first time heâd feel a little twinge in his chest, an unfamiliar emotion that he canât quite place as he finds himself wanting to⌠comfort you? hmm.. he decides that he doesnât like this strange new feeling and continues on to his room instead.
but the next day youâd be shocked when youâre on the couch and he actually comes andâŚ. sits.. in the same.. room.. as you ???? someone call oprah âđź
heâd silently situate himself in the armchair away from the couch, opening up his book an educated mf and starting to read without a single word as you sit there gaping at him like đď¸đđď¸ not having any clue that this is his way of offering a small bridge for the gap youâre even a little suspicious tbh LOL but you get so excited regardless and even though you try to hide it, his sharp senses are quick to notice the change in your demeanor.
also you keep glancing over at him like every 10 seconds so thatâs kind of a giveaway in itself
after that youâd begin to notice little things that heâd start to do that make you realize you need to let him be the one to decide when to come to you, when youâre allowed to touch him, etc â and honestly youâre just grateful to be making progress.
youâd be on the phone with a friend one day when they start asking about your new hybrid, taehyunâs ears perking up from the kitchen; (you glance over to see his head poking out and his boba eyes sparkling with interest before he catches you looking and instantly scowls, feigning indifference as he disappears again đđ your heart clenching at the cuteness..)
him listening intently as you talk about him, surprised as you even defend him when your friend makes a comment about the cat hybrid stereotypes â âheâs not âhellishâ in the slightest. heâs been very good. he just likes his space, thatâs all.â
but his favorite part of all would be when they ask you about his breed, what he looks like, etc; his chest swelling with pride as he hears you talk about how handsome he is, how strong and lithe he seems to be, and he finds a purr escaping from his throat at the praise as you boast about him.
after that, even more progress seems to be made; like him randomly coming up to you one day with an extra bit of his food in hand as he places it in front of you and says, âi brought this for you.â and walking away again before you can respond đ
with how put-together he always seems, youâre finally starting to see how cat-like he truly is the more he opens up to you â¤ď¸âđŠš
he starts speaking to you more often too, his voice a pleasant surprise to you; smooth and even-toned, inducing a bit of a blush from you whenever thereâs a slight rasp or purr caught at the end of a phrase.
he perplexes you at first with how blunt or monotoned he can be, but you learn to read him better as time goes on, learn to understand his subtle undertones, and each flick of his ears or swish of his tail.
youâve also learned that he can be won over with certain treats and presents⌠which ends up leading to the mess youâve found yourself in now.
when you decided to buy a bunch of catnip, thinking it would be nice to bake him some desserts with it every now and then, you didnât think youâd have to go out of your way to hide the stuff. since you brought him home taehyun has never acted out much aside from the occasional swipe of something off the edge of the counter when heâs bored; but he never scratches up your furniture or makes a mess of the apartment, so imagine your shock when you come home from a late shift one night to find your kitchen absolutely ransacked.
drawers and cabinets thrown open and their contents scattered everywhere, kitchen towels shredded to bits, and for a minute youâre terrified that someone broke in or something.. until you realize what youâre looking at.
catnip is strewn EVERYWHERE.
the tub of it fallen open on the floor has you gaping as your eyes follow the trail of it, from the cabinet taehyun must have smelled it from, to where it then spilled across the counter, before being knocked to the floor and.. rolled in??
with a start you suddenly realize that itâs too quiet.
taehyun is never one to come and greet you at the door, but this time, something feels.. different.
which is why you nearly jump out of your skin when you turn to go and look for him, ready to call out his name, only to find him standing in the entrance of the kitchen already watching you.
heâs so quiet that you didnât even hear him approach and youâre convinced that in another life he wouldâve made a great vampire or something.. taehyun salvatore has a nice ring to it iykyk
âholy shit, kitty, you scared me! why are you lurking like that? what the hell happened in.. here...â
your voice trailing off as you actually take in the sight of him andâŚ.
taehyunâs chest rising and falling at a quicker rate than usual, normally neat hair all tousled out of place, tail swishing sharply back and forth behind him, ears twitching â you meet his eyes and swallow hard. heâs never looked at you like this before.
his pupils are blown wide and taking in every inch of you, roaming over your body before locking onto your gaze, as if heâs looking straight into you, hyper-focused; silent and still and.âŚ
predatory.
thereâs a crackling tension in the air as something flickers in his eyes.
before you can process the speed that he moves forward with youâre being pushed against the kitchen counter with his body flush against yours, radiating heat as he rolls his hips, rubbing his face into your neck as a deep, growl-like purr reverberates in your ear.
you gasp, thighs pressing together instinctively, his tongue licking a rough stripe up to your jaw as he growls, âwhose scent is this?â, and you barely even have time to remember the new coworker that he must be smelling let alone the time to answer him before heâs mouthing at your neck, muttering, âdoesnât matter.. iâll just have to scent you myself.â
his tail curls around your waist and you inhale at the slight prickle of his sharp canines as he smirks against your throat;
âhave to let him know that youâre mine.â
you donât know how you got here, bent over the kitchen table as your previously aloof hybrid pounds you from behind, licking and biting at your shoulder and neck as he purrs roughly in your ear, your pussy clenching hard around his thick cock as he tugs your hair to bring your head up into a scorching kiss; whatever insane energy high that catnip gave him was all being released onto you right now, and you really canât complain.. nor can you even remember whatever guilt you may have felt since at this point heâs fucked it right out of you.
heâd be telling you how your scent belongs to him, how no one else can have you like this; this sudden possessiveness coming out of seemingly no where, baffling you with the whiplash of taehyunâs deeper feelings coming out.
(feelings that he honestly didnât even realize he had himself until that catnip got him good)
heâd so be the type to act completely nonchalant about it all the next day, to the point where youâd just about convince yourself that you went crazy and dreamed it all up until heâd do something to show you that no, you definitely did not.
standing at the sink washing dishes after lunch, lost in your swirling thoughts, when heâd come up behind you to place his own dish in the sink â chest ghosting against your back as he leans in just close enough for you to feel his smirk against one of the many love bites littered across your neck. quickly turning to face him but heâs already walking away, casually and without another glance in your direction;
later youâd be tidying up the apartment when heâd walk by you and his tail would curl sneakily around your waist, trailing over your ass as he passes by..
but itâs the last straw for you when youâre sitting on a conference call and taehyun slinks into the room, eyeing your computer, and you can already see the wheels turning in his head at the sound of your male coworkers going over their part of an example presentation.
your eyes widen marginally as his narrow â lip curling as he quickly deduces that one of them must be yesterdayâs icky scent culprit â and you give him a stern warning look that he only ignores with a sly smile as he approaches where youâre sitting, your breath catching in your throat as he suddenly gets on his knees between your legs, just out of sight of the camera.
youâre about to mute your mic and ask him what the hell heâs doing when you hear your name being called from the screen, quickly averting your attention to answer your coworkerâs question, when you feel the tip of taehyunâs claw begin to trace up your inner thigh.. ohhh boy youâre done for.
youâd be panicking as heâd tease his way under your skirt, flipping it up to reveal your panties that heâd so easily push aside, your voice coming out in a squeak when you try to continue talking as he nuzzles his face into your cunt.
trying to deter him by pushing his head away, but that only spurs him on more at the feeling of your fingers brushing past his mischievously twitching ears; your coworkers asking you if everythingâs alright as the sudden warmth of taehyunâs tongue against your pussy sends a rush of electricity through you in the form of a choked-out moan that you can only disguise as a cough.
having to sit through the rest of your meeting as your naughty hybrid meticulously eats you out, his shameless rumbling purrs sending vibrations through your core while he laves at your juices, smug eyes glittering up at you the entire time as you try your absolute hardest not to squirm and moan.
itâs so filthy, so obscene, and heâs got you so so close to the point where you have no choice but to feign sickness and quickly hang up the call with reddened cheeks and labored breaths.
but taehyun pulls away immediately and you give a sharp whine before you can stop yourself.
you can see the satisfaction in his eyes as he poorly feigns indifference poorly on purpose ofc and states, âiâm bored,â with a move to stand up â but youâve had enough of his teasing.
ânuh uh,â you breathe, your hand in his hair pulling him back in with a surprised little trill as your need to cum overpowers your conscience.
âfinish what you started.â
and heâs more than happy to oblige as that same flicker from last night returns to his eyes, yanking you towards his waiting mouth as he ravishes your pussy with even more vigor than before.
âtaehyun, y-youâve been such a⌠bad.. k-kittyâŚâ
and he eats it right up, the both of you knowing who really seems to be in control here despite your scolding words as you lose yourself on his tongue.
coming apart easily not once but twice before he finally sits back on his heels, licking the wetness from his lips and observing your spent form in satisfaction;
from then on itâs decided that taehyun does like his new owner after all, quick to jealousy but even quicker to remind you that youâre his; whoâs the real owner here, to be honest? đ¤
and he even comes to realize that - you know what? - curling up with you for cuddles and head scratches really isnât so bad after all. he could definitely get used to this â¤ď¸âđŠš
my dom!taehyun agenda knows no bounds i couldnât stop myself womp
also this feels to me like it had a much different vibe from the soobin one as in like a lot less detailed even tho itâs longerâŚ? idk but later i wanna post more than just one thing for each member anyway so
#ask mj âĄ#mjâs hard thoughts#txt#txt x reader#txt hard thoughts#txt smut#txt thoughts#hybrid!txt#dom!txt#taehyun#taehyun x reader#taehyun hard thoughts#taehyun smut#taehyun thoughts#hybrid!taehyun#cat hybrid!taehyun#dom!taehyun#taegimood#mootie lia! đŤ
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Movie Night - Hongjoong
KINKTOBER DAY 12, REQ. BY anon
~"gentle sex+ praise w Hongjoong"
pairing: hongjoong x fem!reader
genre: 18+, filth, sweet
summary: watching movies with your lovely boyfriend takes a 180 turn... as he gets a little bit too excited mid-watching.
wc: 2k
warnings: first time sex, all lovey dovey, getting bricked up while watching a movie, consent is hot omfg, protected (yay!), fingering, foreplay, aftercare, completely consensual, praising, pet names, established relationship, for sure forgot something, completely unedited might edit later.
Author's Note: I believe this is the seeetest smut fic I've ever written? Nothing too intense, lovely chemistry and so on... I actually like it tbh. Anon, I hope it's up to your expectations and if not, I'm always going to receive feedback! Be it positive or negative ^^ my requests are open đ¤. Enjoy ,lovie !
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent the reality of the members in any way.
The night was quiet, save for the soft hum of the television and the occasional pop from the bowl of freshly made popcorn. You and Hongjoong were curled up on the couch, legs tangled comfortably beneath a shared blanket. The room was dimly lit, casting a warm glow over the both of you as the movie played. It was supposed to be a relaxing eveningâa movie marathon, your favorite snacks, and the comfort of his arm draped casually over your shoulder.
As the latest movie flickered across the screen, you glanced up at Hongjoong. His usual focus on the screen seemed slightly off tonight, his eyes darting to you more frequently. He was silent, but you could feel the shift in his energy. Your stomach fluttered, not entirely sure what had changed, but knowing something had.
At one point, you shifted to get more comfortable, your body brushing against his. You didnât think much of it at first, but then you noticed the slight tension in his body. When you glanced down, you saw itâhis reaction. Your face heated instantly, and you bit your lip, trying to suppress the sudden wave of embarrassment.
Hongjoong noticed your expression and followed your gaze. He tensed for a moment before giving a soft chuckle, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Iâuh...sorry, I didnât mean for that to happen," he muttered, the faintest hint of a blush creeping onto his cheeks.
You cleared your throat, trying to laugh it off. "Well...I guess thatâs one way to make movie night more interesting."
He smirked, leaning a little closer. "Maybe we could take a break from the movie, then? You know...if you're up for it."
The playful suggestion in his voice made your heart race even more, and despite your flustered state, you couldnât help but feel a pull of excitement. You met his gaze, feeling a mix of shyness and anticipation.
"Maybe..." you whispered, giving him a teasing smile.
Hongjoong's gaze lingered on you, and the tension between you grew palpable, the air thick with unspoken words. He leaned in slowly, his hand finding yours beneath the blanket, fingers brushing softly against your skin. His touch sent a shiver through you, your breath catching as he closed the distance between your faces.
You felt his warm breath on your lips, your heart pounding in your chest as you searched his eyes for a sign of hesitation. But there was noneâjust quiet intent and a tenderness that made your chest tighten. You tilted your head slightly, eyes fluttering closed as you met him halfway. His lips touched yours gently at first, as if testing the waters, before deepening the kiss.
The movie played on in the background, forgotten, as you melted into the kiss. His hand slipped up to cradle the side of your face, thumb brushing softly against your cheek as his lips moved in perfect rhythm with yours. The kiss was slow, unhurried, but it carried a depth that sent warmth rushing through you.
You pulled away for a brief moment, catching your breath, only to have Hongjoong's forehead rest against yours. His voice was barely above a whisper, filled with an intimacy that made your skin tingle. "You okay?"
You nodded, smiling softly. "More than okay."
His free hand began to move, tracing along your arm and then down to your waist, pulling you just a little closer, the weight of his body grounding you in the moment. You responded in kind, your hands sliding up to tangle in his hair, pulling him in for another kiss, this one deeper and more urgent. The world around you seemed to blur as you both gave in to the building tension, the space between you dissolving as you held each other tight.
Hongjoong pulled back slightly, his breath uneven as he looked at you, his gaze filled with a mixture of desire and tenderness. He ran his thumb gently over your cheek, studying your expression, making sure you were still comfortable. "Can I...?" he started, his voice soft, almost hesitant. His eyes flicked down briefly before meeting yours again, the unspoken question hanging between you.
You felt your heart skip a beat, understanding what he was asking without him having to finish the sentence. You could see the care in his eyes, the way he was waiting for your response, giving you control of the moment. Your chest tightened with emotion, and after a deep breath, you gave him a slight nod, your voice barely above a whisper. "Yes."
His lips curved into a soft smile, filled with both relief and affection. He leaned in to kiss you again, slow and deliberate, his hands moving to the hem of your shirt. His fingers brushed your skin lightly as he began to lift the fabric, pausing for a moment, giving you a chance to stop him if you changed your mind. When you didnât, he continued, pulling it over your head gently.
For a moment, Hongjoong just stared, his eyes wide and filled with awe as they roamed over you. His breath hitched slightly, and you could see the way his face softened, as if he couldnât believe what he was seeing. "Youâre... beautiful," he whispered, his voice full of sincerity. His hand moved slowly, tracing the curve of your shoulder, his touch light as if he were afraid of breaking the moment.
You blushed under his gaze, feeling exposed but not uncomfortable. There was something in the way he looked at youâlike you were the most precious thing he had ever seenâthat made your heart swell. "I've never seen anything like this," he admitted quietly, almost to himself. His eyes met yours again, filled with admiration. "You're perfect."
You felt your cheeks grow warmer, but you couldnât help the smile that tugged at your lips. His praise felt genuine, heartfelt, and it only deepened the connection between you. Hongjoong leaned in to press another soft kiss to your lips before moving to kiss your collarbone, his touch reverent, as if every inch of you deserved the utmost care and attention.
His hands moved gently, exploring your skin with a mix of curiosity and adoration, but always with a quiet, unspoken question in his eyes, making sure you were comfortable with each step.
As soon as he got to the hem of your sweatpants, he looked up again and even before he got to ask you, you nodded and let him know that he can undress you. So with that he took your sweatpants off, leaving you in only your panties, no bra.
"Everything good..?" he shyly asked, gaze shifting onto your hard nipples, gulping at the sight.
"Y-yes.. please, Joong.." you pleaded, whining at him.
"Are you.. sure? It's kinda.. both of our first times..." he said, slightly panicking, but you reassured him that everything is okay by shutting him off with a longed kiss.
While still kissing you, he also took your panties off, then broke the kiss for a moment.
"You're perfect.. my love.." he told you, showering you with love. He took off his clothes and looked at you, eyes full of lust combined with affection.
As you were laying on your back on the laid-down couch, an extendible bed, he positioned himself to your entrance and stood like that for a moment. His hands went traveling, from your thighs to your waist and to your breasts, resting them around where he could, flustered. He went in for a kiss, tongues interlocking and deeply tasting you as his right hand went to your dripping folds, softly, almost scared-like touching you, to not make you uncomfortable. You squirmed under him, trying to get more friction from his fingers and as soon as you felt him insert two of them, you soflty moaned, the sound revrebrating through as you kissed him.
He deepened the kiss as his fingers began to move, slowly at first, teasingly. You could feel the heat of his body against yours, the tension in the air growing as his pace picked up, each stroke more deliberate, more eager. Your hips instinctively rocked against his hand, silently urging him on as your breaths became shallow, each touch sending jolts of pleasure through you.
His lips trailed away from your mouth, planting soft kisses along your jawline, down to your neck. The sensation of his hot breath and the delicate pressure of his lips made you shiver. He could sense your need, your desire for more, and his hand responded in kind, fingers curling inside you, finding that sweet spot that made your back arch and a sharp gasp escape your lips.
For a brief moment, he paused to look at you, his eyes dark with desire, silently asking for permission to continue, to go further. You could feel the connection between you, the understanding that this was a shared moment of passion, of trust. With a soft, breathless nod, you gave him that silent affirmation, ready to lose yourself in the sensations he was stirring within you.
"I-mmh, I'm close, Joong-" you breathed out, legs trembling and your walls clenching on his fingers. The knot that formed in your belly was damn close to bursting, his fingers became steadier and faster, one of his hands traveling to your breasts and fondling with them. He leaned in for another kiss and as soon as he curled his fingers inside you a couple of times, you came down from your high, broken moans and whines escaping your throat.
"Good girl.. my love" he praised you, while the hand that was inside you just a moment ago went to his hard and aching cock, looking contently at you. He slowly got up and opened a drawer, taking a condom out of a small box. Your eyes widened at his care as he put it on and lined himself up to your entrance, his hands resting on your waist.
"Are you ready?" he shyly muffled.
"Y-yes" voice breathless and broken.
He slowly thrusted himself in you, giving you time to adjust to his size. He stood still for a moment, waiting for a sign from you, to which you softly moved under him, trying to get some friction. He took that as a sign and started fucking you more rapidly, but with all the care in the world. He lifted you up in his lap, as he embraced you. Your hands gathered around his shoulders, holding onto him dearly.
"I love you so much... y/n" Hongjoong stated.
"Me too, Joong.."
You were now in charge of the movements, being of top of him. And as you moved up and down, with a steady rythm, both your breaths got shallower and in a gasped manner. Hongjoong's hands were holding onto your waist and ass, trying so hard not to move you more than you wanted. But he was patient, never rushing you.
He muffled something you couldnât quite figure out, but he soon found his words, "You feel so good... my love. You're so beautiful.. Goddamn, I'm so close-" and as you let yourself be fully filled by his lenghty cock, he finished and let out a string of muffled words, forehead now resting on your shoulder.
He decided to fuck you through his high which put you in the spot to be close to cumming again, which happened as soon as he bottomed out a few more times, hitting all your good spots, accompanied by his hands roaming your body.
You felt slightly overwhelmed, tears forming in your eyes from all the pleasure and pain of having sex for the first time with your lovely boyfriend.
He helped you off and lifted you up, carrying you to the bathtub. He slowly put you down and turned on the shower, getting in, too.
"Let's get you washed up.. my darling " he softly said and moved the shower head towards your body, hands soflty cleansing you.
"Thank you for all of this.. truly" you said, smiling.
"Thank.. you for trusting me, I should be saying" Hongjoong stated and leaned in for a forehead kiss, embracing you thightly while he let the water run and slowly fill the bathtub.
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Some thoughts on why and how I believe Crowley and Aziraphale's relationship would incorporate sex/why I do not read them as wholly asexual:
This is something I've seen the most discourse about in this fandom, and I've had a few thoughts of my own that I really wanted to expand upon in a full meta/character analysis post. I do understand that this can be a contentious topic, so first, let me clarify a few things:
First of all, this is going to be long. Tbh it probably won't be that organized either. I ramble and I'm not very good at editing, so just... you know. Be warned. (*Hi, it's me from 2 days after writing this; I'm really not kidding, it's LONG)
These are all my own thoughts. They might not be hot takes, because recently I've seen more than a few people come to the same conclusions on a lot of these points as I have. But I've also had these notes in my drafts for about a week and a half now, and have been continuously adding to it as things have occurred to me. This post is essentially just somewhere for me to collect the separate but related meta I've been kicking around in my head.
I fully respect anyone who does see and prefer an asexual reading of this relationship. These are my own thoughts and interpretations as someone who is not asexual. I am in the LGBT+ community, so while I do know a few things about the asexuality spectrum, I am by no means an expert.
This is NOT something I expect, need, or even necessarily want the show (or, God forbid, Neil's tumblr ask box) to address. Tonally, it's just not that kind of show. Newt and Anathema's sex scene was very much played for laughs, and it worked for that reason. If the show found a way to address it in a way that was both appropriate for the tone of the show and ultimately satisfying, then great! But there is so much more to this relationship than sex, and I didn't need a kiss to confirm their love, so I certainly don't need a sex scene. As immortal beings (as I assume they'll stay) there is so much of the rest of their lives we'll never get to see. You can headcanon them as asexual and potentially be right. I can headcanon them as not and be equally potentially right. Again, these are just a collection of my own thoughts, because I think the question of sexuality (or lack thereof) is just as interesting a facet of these characters as any other.
Note: Tbh I've been second-guessing this whole post and debated deleting the whole thing several times for being silly or unnecessary, bc I don't want anyone to think that this is the only thing I care about when it comes to this story/characters. But if nothing else, it's inspired me to write in a way that nothing has in a very long time, so I've decided it's worth continuing, if for no other reason than that.
This is going to be a mixed bag of textual reading, subtextual reading, and a full-on reach or two. It's been a while since I've been in an English class, but if my teachers expected me to find a deeper meaning behind blue curtains, you can expect me to read too deeply into the symbolism of a loaded rifle or an ox rib. (This is probably not what my professors had in mind when grading my literary analysis papers but oh well) My point is, if it feels like a reach, I'm as aware of it as you are. I am in no way saying that all (or even any) of my points made were deliberate on the part of Neil or the actors or the writers or the directors. I am no longer the delulu Apple Tree Yard child of my youth, I promise.
If anything said here is in any way offensive or hurtful to anyone in the asexual community, please do not hesitate to message me or comment and let me know exactly what it was. I promise you it is not my intention to do so, and am happy to clarify or outright edit anything that reads that way.
With all that being said, let's talk about why I think Crowley and Aziraphale would absolutely fuck nasty incorporate sex into their relationship.
Note: I am out of practice with essay writing, so I think I'll just go down the bullet points of notes I have been making, and expand on each as best I can
Food
Where better to start than with Aziraphale's introduction to Pleasures Of The Flesh? (Just a heads up, this entire post may feel very Aziraphale-heavy, and with good reason).
This might be the least hot take here. We've all seen the Job minisode. We've all seen That Scene.
Whether this was intentional or not, the symbolism here is off the charts. Eve was tempted by an apple. So why not go a similar route and tempt Aziraphale with another fruit, or cheese, or bread, or literally anything else for his first experience with food? Instead, we go with a huge, glistening slab of fresh meat that he proceeds to absolutely go feral upon, moaning and gasping into his meal while Crowley watches with what definitely doesn't look to be disgust or even satisfaction with a good temptation. There's surprise at the ferocity of Aziraphale's appetite, certainly. But ultimately he looks to be intensely fascinated by it, while the thunder crashes, the music crescendos, and the earth literally shakes around them.
(It's also interesting to note how very little it takes for Crowley to tempt him with the ox rib. One murmured suggestion, a bit of unwavering eye contact, and vavoom Aziraphale immediately meets him in the middle.)
Cut to Aziraphale devouring the rest of the meat with Crowley splayed back on a makeshift bed, drinking wine and continuing to watch him indulge through half-lidded eyes. Outside a thunderstorm rages while they're learning secrets about each other in warm flickering firelight. It's cosy, it's intimate, and if they'd thrown in a bearskin throw blanket, it might as well be a post-coital scene straight out of Game of Thrones.
The next time (chronologically) we see them discuss food is when Aziraphale "tempts" Crowley with oysters in Rome. So Crowley first tempts Aziraphale with meat and then Aziraphale tempts Crowley with what is widely regarded to be an aphrodisiac. Interesting.
And then chronologically after that, the Arrangement begins to form, which has always reeked of a friends with benefits situation. Just to throw that in there.
It's What Humans Do
In the very first episode, we're shown Gabriel's obvious disgust and bewilderment towards Aziraphale eating sushi, calling it "gross matter" and being proud of the fact that he does not sully his body with it. Aziraphale initially tries to defend his own enjoyment in it, before passing it off as something that humans do, as something he simply has to do in order to blend in (which we know very well is not the case).
He does this again in season 2, passing off Nina and Maggie being in love as "something humans do". But it isn't, is it? Angels are beings of love, and can sense it, and understand very well what it is... up to a point. Even romantic love is obviously within their wheelhouse, given what we now know happened between Gabriel and Beelzebub (we'll come back to them).
What the "humans do" that angels wouldn't understand is messy, physical forms of love.
But here's the thing: Aziraphale and Crowley love doing what the humans do. They love drinking, they (or at least Aziraphale) love eating. They love music. Crowley loves driving and sleeping and watching rom-coms and sitcoms. Aziraphale loves reading and doing magic and earning little licenses and certificates for achievement in his various hobbies. They love to playact at being human so much that they've stopped playacting and started building a genuinely human lifestyle for themselves and with each other.
Once together in an unambiguously romantic sense, why do we think they wouldn't also want to explore one of the most prominent, intimate, powerful human expressions of love and desire with each other?
Angels, Demons, & Asexuality
Here's where I really want to clarify that in no way do I mean that sex is necessary for a healthy, fulfilling, and loving romantic relationship, or that the lack of desire for sex makes you any less human. Asexuality is a sexuality as valid and human as any. What I would say is that it is definitely in the human minority compared to allosexuality.
Angels and demons, on the other hand, are predominately asexual. Sexless/genderless unless Making An Effort. (Which, btw, is a concept introduced as early as the original book; why even bring it up as a possibility? Why not keep angels/demons being sexless/asexual as a hard and fast rule, if not to open up the potential for later use? Chekhov's Effort, if you will. And isn't that something that Aziraphale in particular is shown to do time and time again? He makes an effort in French and driving and magic, doesn't he?)
And this is why I don't believe Aziraphale and Crowley necessarily need to be asexual, narratively. There is already a huge amount of ace rep within the angels and demons (and no, not just the horrible ones. Muriel also doesn't "drink the tea" and has no reason or desire thus far to Make An Effort, and there are certainly other angels and demons who aren't horrible like the archangels seem to be who likely wouldn't Make An Effort either).
The central conflict for Aziraphale and Crowley is that they are on their own side, the ones who went native, the ones who are so different in so many ways from their respective hives. It would make sense for them to also break away from traditional angel/demon asexuality.
I say "traditional angel/demon asexuality", because I would also like to note that I would absolutely not rule out demisexuality for either of them. This post is being written to as a response to people who specifically believe that they (like the rest of the angels/demons seem to be) would be sex-averse in a relationship, and that it wouldn't be a factor in their relationship. I could easily read them as demisexual, but I do think there would be no real way of verifying this, because they've never been able to form as close an emotional relationship with anyone else but each other. Certainly not in heaven, and I can't imagine they would be able to form that kind of attachment with any of the humans, who they love and emulate but ultimately regard as the separate species they are. So yes, they could either be allosexual or demisexual, in my opinion.
Then again, now that I think about it, Making An Effort itself could be a great metaphor for demisexuality, since they would be entirely sexless/asexual until they have enough of an emotional connection with someone to consciously manifest otherwise. Since the other angels and demons don't generally form those types of emotional connections with anyone, there hasn't been a precedent for it.
Except...
Brielzebub
We do have a precedent for it now, don't we? Gabriel and Beelzebub fell in love. They are a direct foil for Crowley and Aziraphale's relationship, speedrunning right through their courtship and finding their happily ever after on the other side of things.
For being such a 1 to 1 comparison, it feels deliberate that they did not kiss. They held hands, they were gooey with each other, but they did not kiss. That feels like such a deliberate thing to omit when you know what's to come at the end of the episode between Crowley and Aziraphale.
And going back to the food = sex metaphor for a moment, let's notice how even as they fell in love over the years, even when pints and crisps were there on the table in front of them, they never felt the desire to reach out for them. They didn't need to. It's a date (love story) even if you aren't eating dinner (sleeping together).
Yes, I know Jim liked hot chocolate. No, I am not counting it because I don't consider Jim and Gabriel to be the same person with the same proclivities, and Jim was highly suggestible at the time anyway.
Gabriel and Brielzebub's big happily ever after moment (as of now) was one between two asexual supernatural beings. They did not need to kiss to drive the point home. They showed what Crowley and Aziraphale could have, if they would only acknowledge it.
Crowley & Aziraphale's Dissatisfaction
But they do have that already, don't they? If you really think about it, what do Gabriel and Beelzebub do with each other that Crowley and Aziraphale don't already? They hold hands, they spend time together, they create little rituals, they give gifts, they're visibly and verbally affectionate with each other, etc. They are more or less already in a romantic asexual marriage relationship with each other, aren't they?
And it doesn't seem to be enough for either of them.
At the beginning of the season, Crowley is immediately shown to be unsatisfied with the way things are. Obviously part of it comes from living in his car, but it seems to be more than that (especially since Aziraphale makes it clear that the bookshop is just as much Crowley's as his, implying that he could have been living there the whole time and is choosing not to, for some reason?). You could argue he's feeling unmoored without Hell telling him what to do, but isn't that what he wanted? Isn't that what he still wants, by the end of the season? All season long, he's never indicated the desire for a new job, or a new project. He stopped the apocalypse because he wanted the freedom to openly spend time with Aziraphale, to spend his time on Earth however he sees fit. Until Gabriel arrives, he has exactly that (minus a flat).
So where does the dissatisfaction come from? And if it represents anything to do with his relationship, what does he want out of it that he isn't getting already?
I think Crowley only really comes to the realisation of what he's missing when Nina names it for him, not only putting them in the category of romantic, but physical (outright asking if they are sleeping together). These two posts [1], [2] go into more detail about what I mean, but I think it really pushes him into acknowledging that their relationship is more human than either of them have stopped to consider, and what that might mean as far as everything a human relationship can entail.
After all, Nina and Maggie only advised that he should talk to Aziraphale, make clear his feelings. The decision to kiss him, to tip them over the edge from nonphysical to physical, that was all him. And no, kissing isn't sex, but I wonder how taboo even that might be in the kind of all-encompassing asexuality most angels seem to identify with. (If they're disgusted by food and drink, I can only imagine what they think of snogging, much less sex.)
Aziraphale doesn't have this moment of someone observing their relationship from the outside. He loves Crowley, and as of 1941 probably even knows he's in love with him in a way that Crowley doesn't understand yet. Which makes sense, since love is technically his job, he'd be more likely to recognise it for what it is.
However, Aziraphale's reference for romance and relationships is Jane Austen. It's chaste. It's dancing and dinner and doing sweet things for each other and roses and candles and handholding. He contextualises his love for Crowley in that soft fantasy sort of way, where it's there, it's obviously there, but it's neat and easy and unspoken. Not to quote Glee in this, the year of our lord 2023, but it's all very "the touch of the fingertips is as sexy as it gets".
Someone should tell that to Aziraphale's face, then.
I'm not going to pretend I know what Michael Sheen's script notes were, but there were definitely some Choices⢠made. Because yes, there were plenty of moments in both seasons with Aziraphale looking at Crowley in a sweet, loving, smitten way. And then there were moments that were yearning.
But yearning for what, exactly? All of those sappy Jane Austen tropes already apply to the two of them. So why are there moments where Aziraphale is looking Crowley up and down like the last eclair in the window and licking his lips and visibly exhaling like he's trying to get in control of himself (see: Bastille scene + Crowley telling Muriel to ask him if they have any other questions about love)? Why is Aziraphale not only unconcerned when Crowley shoves him bodily up against a wall in s1, but staring at his lips and a beat too late in noticing Sister Mary's arrival? Why are some of his lines so suggestive? I'm sorry, but the car ride after the church explosion might as well have been the beginning of a Pizza Man porn with a really weird Blitz theme. If even my mother picked up on that vibe, I can't imagine it wasn't intentional on part of both the dialogue and the delivery.
(This section may feel like more of a reach/joke, but I'm really only 20% joking. These are writers and actors who are EXTREMELY good at their jobs; they know what they were doing here.)
More importantly, I don't think Aziraphale is even aware that there is more to what he wants. He lives in the Jane Austen fantasy and it never even occurs to him that he might be interested in anything further. It never even occurs to him that, as an angel, there is anything further to be interested in in the first place. Until Crowley forces it to occur to him. Just like I believe Nina forced Crowley to confront the idea that romantic love is what he's been feeling all along, I believe Crowley forced Aziraphale to confront the idea that physical intimacy is something he's been wanting, without even realising.
Aziraphale's Hedonism
Expanding on Aziraphale for a moment. We talked about his relationship with food, but we all know that Aziraphale is defined by his love of things that Feel Good.
It isn't just that he and Crowley love human things. Aziraphale loves the best of the best, or at least his version of it. He doesn't just love food, he loves going to fancy restaurants. He doesn't just love clothes, he loves soft, cosy, warm, plush clothes, or shiny, flashy, bougie fashion. He loves the warmth of tea and cocoa, loves getting drunk, and sitting in a comfy chair in the sunlight. He doesn't just experience, he indulges.
Given the emphasis put on things that Aziraphale loves just because they Feel Good, it feels narratively strange to assume that he wouldn't enjoy the feeling of being touched, or that he wouldn't be willing to try it, at least once, with someone he cared very deeply for. And just like the ox rib, I think that once he gets the first taste of things, he would absolutely tip over into complete and utter self-indulgence.
Dancing
I also think that dancing could be construed as a huge metaphor here. After all, we're told flat-out that angels don't Dance. Except one.
I would argue that Aziraphale, in fact, Made An Effort to learn how to Dance. He threw himself into the gavotte with delight (at a Victorian gay club; noted) and worked hard to be good at it. He's chomping at the bit to Dance with Crowley, working up the nerve to ask him with undeniably romantic intent and eagerness. So, angels don't Dance... unless they Make An Effort to do so.
We are told that demons, on the other hand, do Dance, but not well. Makes sense, since they're the ones who would want to encourage a deadly sin like lust, but have as little understanding of human love and physical intimacy as the angels. Crowley, however, is shown to be an excellent dancer at the ball, especially in his compatibility with Aziraphale.
(But Aziraphale WandaVisioned the ball so everyone knew how to dance! Yes, he did. However, the rest of the brainwashing doesn't seem to affect Crowley in any way, and they did actually live through the time period where this sort of dancing was a social norm; I'd be surprised if he never needed to learn. After all, the demons can't spell either, and Crowley is at least functionally literate, as far as we know.)
As of today, it's also been confirmed that when Aziraphale asked Crowley to dance, Crowley replied with "you don't dance." Not "WE don't dance". So going along with the metaphor, Crowley is just now discovering that Dancing is something Aziraphale is interested in at all, much less with him, and not denying that he himself is interested in Dancing. In his defense, I believe he was asleep for a few years while Aziraphale was learning the gavotte, so he wasn't exactly aware of Aziraphale's hot girl summer.
Love Languages
I want to expand on that; Crowley and Aziraphale's compatibility. Specifically in regards to their individual love languages.
We all know Crowley's love language is Acts of Service. I don't think there's any debate there. He loves it, Aziraphale loves it, they're both aware of it, we're all aware of it, God and Satan are aware of it, no surprise there.
You may disagree with me, but I believe Aziraphale's love language is Physical Touch, for a number of reasons. One of which being his aforementioned hedonism. Aziraphale likes things that Feel Good, remember? He likes soft clothes, and well-worn books. Neil himself has said that they like holding hands. And any time he is taken by surprise (Brielzebub getting together, the wave of love in Tadfield, etc.) what is the first thing he does? Reaches out for Crowley. He stops him with a hand to the chest in the pub. He leads him by the hand to the dance floor. He guides him by the waist in the graveyard. He reaches out during the entire Brielzebub scene, whether he can reach Crowley or not. Despite his own turmoil, he grasps at Crowley's back during the kiss.
The one time Crowley reaches out for him (not counting the kiss yet; we'll get there), he is aggressively pushed against a wall (by someone he loves and trusts) with a complete and utter lack of concern (and perhaps some interest, depending on how you read it).
And when he isn't reaching out for anyone, or there isn't anyone to reach out to? Well, he's wringing his own hands together, squeezing his own fingers, as if to find that physical comfort in himself.
So. With that theory in mind, we have Aziraphale (Physical Touch) + Crowley (Acts of Service). Throw in 6000+ years of deep love, cherished companionship, and forcibly repressed longing, and there is a very real potential of this combination resulting in fierce sexual compatibility. Where Aziraphale would want to touch and be touched, to indulge in physical pleasure with someone he adores, in the same the way he indulges in every other fine thing in his life. And where Crowley would want to indulge him in return, to give him everything he wants, and to take pleasure in Aziraphale's pleasure, in the same way he enjoys watching him take joy in food everything else.
So Aziraphale is an angel who is insecure about his own less-than-holy desires, who would want to treat Crowley like a luxury to be touched and cherished and adored. And Crowley is a demon who has, over the millennia, been unhappy about how they've been forced to deny even their friendship with each other, who would want Aziraphale to feel comfortable and safe and encouraged to indulge in earthly delights. That sounds like a stunning recipe for sexual compatibility to me.
"You said 'trust me'" / "And you did"
Just like the Job minisode, the Blitz is RIFE with symbolism (intentional or otherwise). This one will be quick, but I did want to touch on it because I thought it was interesting. Maybe I'm reaching at this point, but I'm assuming you read the tin.
First of all, Crowley not wanting to admit to never firing a gun before; comes off as someone who very much does not want to admit to their crush that they're a virgin ("You must have done this lots of times!" / "Umm.... yyyyyeah.")
(You could make the argument that Aziraphale having a firearms license and a Derringer in a hollowed-out book is symbolic of him not being a virgin while Crowley is. I disagree, for reasons I'll go into later, but it's a valid reading. However, I see it more like keeping a condom in your wallet; it's there in case you need it, but the opportunity has not yet risen no pun intended.)
More importantly, the theme of this entire minisode is trust. We already know they trust each other with their lives against the rest of Heaven, Hell, and the world. But specifically, this is about the importance of having complete trust in your partner in a charged, physically vulnerable, intimate moment, where the only danger is between the two of you.
Aziraphale needs to believe Crowley would never hurt him if he can help it. Crowley needs to trust Aziraphale's unwavering blind faith in him. Frankly, it all feels very symbolic of two people deeply in love losing their respective virginities with each other.
The trick is a success, and they share an intimate candlelit dinner in which they reaffirm their faith in each other. Aziraphale also begins to voice his agreement with Crowley, that maybe Heaven's rules shouldn't have to be as black and white as they are, and that there are benefits to... blurring the lines, shades of grey, wink wink (at which point even my mom was like, whoa guys, this is a family show).
Btw also: Can we all agree how much it looked like Crowley was getting ready to get a lapdance in that one scene? You know the one.
Also also: "Aim for my mouth"? Come on.
The Birds & The Bees
Now that I think of it, there's also something to be said for the fact that Crowley and Aziraphale are both obviously familiar with where babies come from (how they're made and how they're born) while the other angels aren't.
Something something Aziraphale and Crowley fundamentally understand sex and reproduction in a way the other angels (and probably demons) very much do not, nor have any desire to.
Probably not important. Just thought it was worth mentioning.
The Kiss⢠& Religious Trauma
The Kiss. Where to even begin?
This has definitely been the hardest one to start, because there is so much going on here that I definitely won't be able to cover it all, and will certainly miss a few things here and there.
Aziraphale's reaction to the kiss afterwards is the most interesting to me. And I don't mean directly after, I don't mean the "I forgive you" part. I mean the way he touches his lips when Crowley is no longer in the room and he no longer needs to save face, when he is completely alone. Had it been directly after the kiss, it would have been rightfully read as horror, or disgust, a shield to discourage further action.
It's not. It isn't just a touch, it's a press. As desperate and angry and unexpected and imperfect as the kiss had been, Aziraphale is pressing it into himself, recreating the feeling as best he can. Beneath all the poor timing and shock and hurt from their fight and fallout, I think it's fair to say that it was something he enjoyed. Something he doesn't think he should enjoy, something that Feels Good that he only allows himself to indulge in when completely alone.
Remember, Aziraphale's idea of love is Jane Austen and gentleness and courtship and fantasy. If he'd ever even considered kissing an option, it might have been gentle pecks, cheek kisses, forehead kiss, hand kisses. Soft, safe, chaste affection.
Crowley's kiss turns all of that on its head. He introduces physical intimacy in a very real, very messy, very human way that I don't think Aziraphale ever even considered could apply to them. Considering what other angels are like and what they look down on, even Aziraphale's Jane Austen fantasies probably would have been considered taboo.
So for their first kiss to be rough and desperate and passionate in the way it was, of course he was confused and in shock. It was deeply physical, and as overwhelming and awful as it was in the moment, it Felt Good. Enough that he grasped at Crowley and kissed back, if only just for a moment, before stopping himself. Enough that he actively pressed it into his lips afterwards, in private, to remember.
I adore how Neil has decided to evolve these characters past the first book/season. More so in this season, Aziraphale and Crowley have both become such interesting allegories for queer people on either side of the spectrum of toxic religion. Aziraphale in particular obviously, because he is the side that so desperately wants to believe, to make a difference, and to unlearn all of the propaganda he's been fed over such a long time. Just like so much of organised religion, there is so much that he is told, time and time again, that he should not want, that he is silly or stupid or outright wrong for wanting. It reminds me so much of the severe Catholic guilt one might feel for wanting/engaging in sex for the first time, and the stigma of being queer layered on top of that.
What is so critical to Aziraphale's character is that he goes on wanting, and more than that, actively pursues. He was convinced to go up against Heaven and Hell and stop all of Armageddon because he wanted to go on listening to music and eating lunch and reading books and enjoying the simple company of the person he cares most deeply for, even if that person is supposed to be the enemy.
All this to say that if angels are as generally asexual/sex-averse as I believe them to be, narratively speaking, it would make sense for Aziraphale to be singular in that regard as well. Mirroring his first experience with food, it would make sense for Crowley to be the one to first introduce this new messy, physical, human dynamic between them, for Aziraphale to hesitate (obviously we are at the Hesitation phase at the moment), and then (eventually) for him to dive in wholeheartedly, to absolutely glut himself on this new thing that Feels Good. It would make sense for his character development to show him overcoming his metaphorical Catholic guilt and pursuing the sexual intimacy most (if not all) of the other angels would scorn.
(I can't help but remember that plot idea Neil described from the unwritten sequel, with Aziraphale in a hotel room trying to watch a full porno by way of the free 2-minute teaser clips so he wasn't technically sinning by paying for it. I so hope this is used in season 3, because gosh, I wonder why Aziraphale would suddenly be so interested in observing human physical intimacy after 6,000 years. Lonely and doing a little surreptitious research there, angel?)
Crowley, on the other hand, is the queer person who has broken free from his toxic religion. He prides himself on being his own person, on their his own side. He doesn't have the hang-ups Aziraphale does. He doesn't worry that he's going to be judged or cast aside for wanting things he's not supposed to. So it only makes sense for him to be the first one to suggest/initiate physical intimacy. It makes sense for him to be the one who "goes too fast" (another fantastic example of this dynamic beginning as early as s1; what is that conversation in the car meant to represent, if not Aziraphale being overwhelmed by the intensity of their relationship, and his fear of succumbing to it when he believes he shouldn't? It's also interesting that this is the first conversation to take place in Soho, just after watching Aziraphale realise he's caught feelings for a demon, with the red glow of lust serving as the backdrop).
Do I think the kiss in and of itself was sexual? No. I think it was a passionate and devastating last-ditch effort on Crowley's part to convey the way he feels for Aziraphale. Not just that he loves him, but that he loves him in the most human way possible. But I do think that the kiss represents how they can move forward from here, and what they might want to explore with each other once they feel free enough to do so.
In Conclusion
I am sure, deep in my bones (unless we are explicitly told otherwise), that this was both of their first kisses no, I'm not counting the gavotte, and that neither of them have ever thought to do anything else physical with the humans while they have been on Earth. Like I said before, they adore the human race and lifestyle in general, but ultimately view them as a separate species altogether, and they seem mostly happy to keep to themselves and each other, unless otherwise necessary. I just can't see either of them being drawn enough to a human to pursue anything close to sex. If Crowley in particular has had anything to do with sex in the context of temptations, I'm positive he would be inciting lust amongst the humans themselves, not involving himself directly. At least not that directly.
So, like every other human experience they've had on Earth, sex is something new that they could explore together, just the two of them, on their own side. A deeply intimate, tangible declaration of their love and everything they've gone through to earn it. A visceral finger to give both Heaven and Hell. A renewed appreciation for their corporations and for each other's. A enjoyable method for immortal beings to simply pass the time in each other's company. A new and exciting way to Feel Good, and all the variations that come with it.
You might agree with this post, or you might not. Whether this is something that is ever addressed or not, it doesn't matter to me. This is a brilliant love story either way, and I genuinely feel so privileged to witness it.
But I just can't find it in myself to imagine, given everything we know about these two characters, that sex isn't an experience they would both consume with wholehearted enthusiasm, curiosity, and profound, ineffable adoration.
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CHOSO'S GAMER GF!
i've been obsessing over choso rn, MDNI, dont remember if i edited this tbh :/
Choso hadnât heard from you all day. No texts, no quick âi miss youâ messages, and, most importantly, no lovingly packed lunch with that tiny note heâd gotten so used to finding. You werenât obligated to pack him lunch, of course, but it had become one of those little gestures that made his day brighter.
He knew you were busy with work, constantly streaming day and nightâfrom 11 in the morning until the early hours. But frankly, heâs had enough. You barely pay attention to him anymore, only reaching out when you need something.
He gets that itâs your job, but the poor guy has needs too. Needs that only you can fulfill. Needs that only your warm pussy can give him.
So when he walks into your shared room and sees you at your gaming PC, headphones over your ears, wearing one of his oversized shirts that barely skims your thighs with just your panties peeking out, his anger quickly disappeared.
The warm light from your screen glows against your skin, highlighting the curve of your exposed legs. His cheeks flush almost immediately, heat blooming beneath his skin.
You have that effect on himâeffortlessly, every single time.
Choso steps closer, the floorboards creaking lightly under his weight, but youâre too engrossed in your game to notice. He smirks, a little amused by how focused you are, and stands behind your chair, his shadow falling over you.
When you still donât react, he leans down, the soft scent of his cologne wafting around you as he tilts your chin up, guiding your gaze away from the screen.
The surprise in your eyes lasts only a second before a smile tugs at your lips, and he presses a gentle kiss against them. Itâs warm, familiar, and makes your chest flutter. But before he can deepen it, you pull back, eyes flicking back to your screen to quickly dismiss him with a, âNot now, babe.â
Choso rolls his eyes, an annoyed expression on his face. A small grin curves at the corner of his mouth as he mutters under his breath, âOh, so the game gets more attention than I do now, huh?â
But heâs not done. Not even close.
Choso chuckles softly, the sound rumbling through his chest. He leans down, his face just over your shoulder as he watches you play, eyes following your quick movements.
Without warning, he hooks an arm around your waist and lifts you from the chair effortlessly, pulling you into his lap as he sits down in your place. The sudden motion makes you gasp, and your game is forgotten for a moment as you find yourself straddling him, his face inches from yours.
"There. Now I have your attention," he says, eyes glistening with playful intent.
The intensity of your focus is cute, he has to admit, but it only makes him want to break it more. His hands roam your body, resting his hands on the warmth in between your breast. His fingers tracing lazy circles over the fabric of his shirt that drapes over you.
"Focus on your game." he teases, voice low and warm against your ear. The corner of his lips lifts as he sees the slight twitch in your expression. You're trying not to react, which only turns him on.
"You're needy today, huh?" you say, your voice playful but tinged with the concentration you're still giving your game.
"Maybe," he admits, fingers tightening just enough to pull you a little closer. He shifts his weight and plants a light kiss on your exposed neck, letting his lips linger there for a second.
You fight the shiver that runs down your spine, refusing to give in just yet. "I'm almost done," you tell him, though the slight breathlessness in your voice betrays you.
Choso chuckles again, but this time, it's deeper, with a hint of mischief. "I don't know if I can wait, though," he whispers, the heat of his breath skimming your skin.
Without giving you a chance to respond, he slides his hands down to your thighs, fingers brushing over your clothed pussy. His touch is featherlight, teasing, sending a wave of electricty through you.
You suck in a breath, eyes flicking back to the screen as your focus starts to waver. The game that had been holding your attention now feels like a blur compared to Choso's touch and the way he's looking at you, dark eyes glinting with playful intent.
"Choso," you murmur, half a plea, half a warning, but he just smiles, tilting your chin back up to face him again.
"Come on, just a little break," he coaxes, his voice smooth as silk. The way he's holding you, the feel of his hands and the steady warmth radiating from him, it's enough to make you surrender.
"Fine," you finally say, letting out a breathy laugh as you set your mouse aside and turn to face him fully. The triumphant look in his eyes makes you roll yours in return, but you can't deny the flutter in your chest.
He leans in, brushing his lips over yours again, but this time, it's slow and deep, the kind of kiss that makes the whole world outside that room fall away.
Choso's hands trail up your sides, warm and deliberate as he deepens the kiss, taking his time like he's savoring every second. The heat between you simmers, slowly building into something more intense. Your game is now completely forgotten, the sounds from your headphones a distant hum that doesn't matter anymore.
You shift in his lap, moving just enough so that your legs drape over the sides of the chair, and he pulls you closer until your bodies are pressed together.
One of his hands slides up the back of your neck, fingers tangling gently in your hair, while the other stays at your waist, holding you as if you might slip away.
"You have no idea how hard it was seeing you ignore me today," Choso mutters against your lips, his tone low and rough.
His confession makes your heart stutter, and you smile against his mouth, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes.
They're dark and soft, filled with an affection that always makes your chest feel a little tighter.
"Oh, I think I have some idea," you reply, voice playful as you brush your fingers over the side of his jaw. "You missed me that much?"
Choso chuckles, the sound vibrating through you. "Every second," he says, not an ounce of teasing in his voice this time. He looks at you like you're the only thing in the room that matters. It's the kind of gaze that always makes your cheeks warm and your heart flip, no matter how many times you've seen it.
Before you can respond, he leans back in, capturing your lips again, but this time it's slower. His thumb brushes over your cheek, and the kiss shifts from playful to something deeper.
Your hands move on their own, slipping under his shirt to feel the warmth of his skin. The way he reacts, a slight shiver under your touch, makes you smile.
You pull back just a little, eyes meeting his as you murmur, "Guess I'll have to make up for it, huh?"
Choso's grin is instant, eyes sparking with mischief. "I was hoping you'd say that."
The room feels smaller now, warmer, as the world outside fades even further.
The low glow of your screen flickers, casting a soft light that dances over the room as you lean in again, ready to make up for every second you've missed-and then some.
Your heart hammers in your chest as Choso's hands slide up your sides, bunching the fabric of his oversized shirt between his fingers. The way his touch lingers, warm and deliberate, makes your skin tingle. He pulls back just enough to look at you, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk when he sees your dazed expression.
"You're cute when you're flustered, you know that?" he says, his voice rich with affection and that playful tone that drives you wild.
You roll your eyes, fighting a smile. "Shut up," you mumble, but your voice is too breathless to sound convincing.
Choso laughs, the sound deep and smooth, filling the room. He shifts in the chair, adjusting so you're settled more comfortably in his lap. The movement sends a jolt through you, and his eyes catch the way your breath hitches. He doesn't miss a thing when it comes to you, and that awareness only makes the tension crackle between you more.
His hands skim under the hem of yourâ well, technically hisâshirt, tracing the curve of your waist before resting just above your hips. The gentle, teasing pressure makes you squirm, and he leans in, lips brushing against your ear as he murmurs, "Think you can take a longer break?"
You meet his eyes, and the way he's looking at you-hungry but with that undercurrent of deep fondness-makes your resolve crumble. The game forgotten, you nod, a smile playing at your lips. "Yeah, I think I can."
His grin widens, and before you know it, his lips are on yours again, this time with more urgency. His kiss is all-consuming, sending a warmth spreading through you that makes your head spin. You tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging slightly, earning a low sound from him that makes heat pool in your core.
"Good," he breathes, breaking the kiss just long enough to meet your gaze, eyes dark and full of intent. He lifts you effortlessly, standing up with you still wrapped around him as he moves toward the bed.
The anticipation makes your pulse race, and you can't help but lean in to kiss him again, smiling against his lips.
Choso sets you down gently, his eyes never leaving yours as he climbs over you. The way he looks at you, full of adoration and desire, makes everything else fade away.
You bit your lip in anticipation as choso slowly drags your panties off your body. He couldnt possibly go any slower you thought. You needed him just as much as he needed you.
Choso has a stupid smirk on his face as he sees just how wet you are for him. All that just from touching you. Or maybe you had been thinking about him before he came.
Choso leaned into your inner thighs, your scent filled his nostrils and he wasted no time in licking a long stripe of your pussy. You slick getting caught in his chin, as he eagerly eats you out.
His skilled mouth lapped at your pussy like he had been starved for yearsâ and to him it did feel like that. You ignoring and preferring a game over him had him angry.
Choso's anger built more and more as he remembers how you pushed him aside and without a warning two of his thick fingers are inside you. You moan feeling hiw his fingers caress the deepest part of you.
You hold his head against your wet folds. Chosos finger thrust into you, stretching you out. Having his nose hitting your clit repeatedly while his long fingers curve just right has your head thrown back and toes curling.
Choso can feel how your walls try to push his fingers out but he refuses. He harshly fucks his fingers into you, hitting that spot your small little fingers can never reach.
Youre a whimpering mess, pushing Chosos head further into you, as he takes your swollen clit into his mouth.
âo-oh fuck yesâ Your cries are nothing but music to Chosoâs ears and dickâŚ
Choso became relentless, devouring you for hours, making you cum and squirt over and over again, until your cries turned into pleas but he doesn't care.
His face covered in your cum, he looks at your exhausted face through his damp eyelashes. He chuckles, his hot breath fanning over your dripping cunt.
âpleaseâŚchoâŚchoso, please!â you beg, tears streaming down your face, your voice hoarse from screaming.
Despite your pleas, Choso sucks hard on your sensitive clit. You buck your hips into his face, his grips on your hips tighten.
Your thighs tremble around his broad shoulders and your pussy clenches, around his tongue as you squeal, feeling your orgasm wash over you.
Your slick juices drench chosos face,riding out your intense orgasm. âholy shit.â you close your eyes, blinking the tears away to fall down your face.
Choso kisses your inner thighs, making you squirm at his touch. He grins before leaning in to capture your lips. You kiss him back, unable to hold back the moan that escapes as you taste yourself on his tongue.
He pulls back, looking into your eyes with a devilish smirk, knowing that you had a long night ahead of you.
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HOME SWEET HOME â ŕźâ§âË.
ft. nanami kento !
ę° SYNOPSIS ęą : thereâs nothing more than nanami loves than coming home to you after a long day, especially if he had to work overtime.
ę° CONTENTS ęą : MDNI. unprotected sex, cockwarming, soft smut, needy nanami tbh, â WC : 800
ę° NOTES ęą : this is an edited fic from my old blog. this man deserves to be taken care of <3
reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! (*á´ÍËŹá´Í)á°*.ďž
nights like these were starting to become more frequent. nanami would have a mission and often times, he wasnât able to return until after you had fallen asleep. heâd always return frustrated, upset that he didnât get to cradle you in his arms, planting sweet kisses all over your body as you fell asleep.
the man already hated working overtime enough and after marrying you, he despised it even more. so coming home late usually meant one of two things.
the first, heâd come home, shower off the grueling day and gently crawl into bed, careful not to wake you up. holding you so close as he tried to push away the bad thoughts he was having about whatever experience he had that day.
the second was different, very different. the second was the kind of night tonight was. nanami raced through the house, tearing off his clothes every step of the way. grabbing a hold of his tie and yanking it down, loosening it quickly. buttons were practically flying off his deep blue shirt as he made his way into your shared bedroom.
normally, nanami thought of himself as a calm and collected man â save for a few times heâs bursted his forehead vein over something idiotic gojo said. but when it came to you, his impulse control slipped through his fingers. whenever he needed you, he had to have you right away.
and there you were waiting for him so, so sweetly. fast asleep, youâre curled up into bed in his favorite silk nightgown you owned, your arm reaching over to where he would usually lie next to you.
practically jumping into his spot, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent for all of its worth. it only lasted a second before the need fired ablaze deep within his core, yearning for your touch â your love.
âdarling.â he called out, hands pawing all over your body as his lips attacked your neck. it didnât take much for your eyes to flutter open, taking in the scene before you. as soon as nanami walked through the bedroom door and saw you, he couldnât help his obvious arousal. you felt him pressed up against you, desperately hard, throbbing viciously against your thigh. âplease, need to be inside of you. right now.â
his voice was overflowing with desperation, each syllable of his sentence resulted in a slight voice crack, his body rocking against yours as he continued to nip and kiss your neck. nodding eagerly, you reach under the blankets and give his throbbing cock a few tentative tugs, sending him further into his spiral, teeth sinking into your shoulder to hide the strangled noises he was involuntarily letting out.
moving your underwear aside, you rub the tip of his already oozing head against your slick, gathering as much as quickly as you can. nanami let out a groan, relishing in the feeling, uncontrollably bucking his hips into your sweet hands.
as soon as you were able to, you ease him inside your warm, wet cunt. throwing your leg over his side, greedily sucking him all the way in. the room fills with a symphony of moans as he fills you up so perfectly. no matter how many times the two of you had been intimate together, the initial feeling always left you breathless.
âhome sweet home.â nanami breathes out, the warm air flowing into your ear. his breathing started to even out as his shakes died down. wrapping his arms around you, he pulled you impossibly closer. your silken walls were so snug around his hard cock, keeping him right where he needed to be. he was convinced his cock was made to be inside of you, the way you perfectly molded around him sent shivers down his spine.
and on days like this, this is all he needed to cope. all he wanted to do was lie in his bed with his lover, focusing all his attention onto you as the horrors of the day started to fade away in your soothing presence.
often times, the two of you fell asleep like this. curled up in each otherâs arms, filled to the brim while nanamiâs faced pressed firmly into the crook of your neck, whispering the sweetest nothings into your ears as you succumbed to sleep. it didnât take him much longer after you dozed off, content in watching your peaceful face was more than enough to send him off to wonderland.
heâd always make it up to you in the morning though, pounding you into the mattress and singing nothing but praises into your ear. worshiping you in the morning after a long night of cockwarming was a ritual at this point. but for right now, being caught up in you, it's all he could dream of doing.
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