#wasn't joking when i said 'tipsy'

[mang0d0ll]

Bob's Lonely Hearts Club

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: bob's all alone on valentines day. but not for much longer.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 1.6k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ includes: fluff, fem main character, negative self-talk, morale boosting, fem mc becomes bobs hype man, implied sex, mentions of alcohol and drinking, bob gets kinda tipsy, hangman is kind of a douchebag but whats new

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ a/n: this is my first full fic on tumblr!! YYYAAAAAYYYY im so excited that its here! this idea has been collecting dust in my brain and my notes app literally since tgm came out in 2022, but im just so proud of myself for actually writing this and putting it out in the world. enjoy <333333

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Bob wouldn't really classify himself as a loner.

Sure he was quiet, preferring to take a back seat to the rambunctious chatter and lighthearted bickering the rest of his teammates were always up to, but they always included him in the conversation. Hangman particularly enjoyed ribbing him with jokes about his mouse-like demeanour, until Bob would throw some smack talk of his own, making the group erupt with laughter.

But tonight was different. It was Valentine's, and Bob was - by all accounts - a loner.

There were other patrons scattered across the Hard Deck, but nowhere near the regular amount on a typical Friday night.

He hadn't even realised the romantic holiday was coming up. It wasn't until a week prior when Fanboy hollered that he'd scored a date with someone he'd been chatting up on Bumble; his booming voice causing Bob’s pool cue to completely miss the ball.

From then on, it was all he heard from the Daggers. Payback had a dinner planned with his long-term partner, Rooster was going out with a woman he'd been casually seeing, and Coyote nonchalantly declared that he'd have no problem heading into town and picking up a cute chick on the day itself.

Hangman had let it slip that he and Phoenix were going to a drive-in cinema together, but any cheeky remarks from the rest of the team were left unsaid at the heat of Phoenix’s glare.

So there Bob was, sitting at the bar on Valentine's, nursing a drink and musing over everything he could've been doing instead. With the complexities and demands of his job, he'd rarely given much thought to his romantic life. Boy, was he regretting it.

His eyes bore into the random sports match playing on the bar’s TV, his brain only registering the vibrant colours and fast-paced movements.

"Hey, Bob."

A melodious voice broke him out of his daze. Behind the counter stood everyone's favourite, sweet-as-sugar Hard Deck employee. She gave him a small smile as she wiped down glasses and put them aside.

"Fancy seeing you here tonight. Thought you'd have somewhere more important to be."

His head tilted, like a curious puppy, making her giggle.

"Y'know, cause it's Valentine's?"

"Right!" Bob exclaimed. "Yeah, no, no plans. I don't have anywhere else to be, so..." His voice trailed off as her warm smile struck his soul. With sweaty palms, he raised his glass and took a swig of his drink.

"That's a surprise," she said.

"It is?"

She shrugged her shoulders, "I thought you'd have a cute date or something."

Bob's eyes widened and he quickly choked out a laugh, "Me? Oh, no, no I'm flattered but I'm not..." A wave of nausea rushed through his body - the words sticking to his throat. "I'm not really the ask-out-women type," he said as he stared into his glass. "Never been good at it."

And maybe it was the alcohol making him feel all fuzzy. Maybe it was the bar's dim lighting setting the mood. Or maybe it was the feeling of being almost alone with the attention of the stunning bartender-slash-waitress he maybe, sort of, definitely, had a crush on.

Something in the situation just made him feel... different. Trusting. Honest.

"I'm not confident like the rest of them," he confessed. "Hangman, Rooster, Coyote, they see someone they like and have no problem approaching them. Even if they didn't, there are plenty of people who come up and offer their numbers all the time. But I can't do that. Can't bring myself to talk to anybody like that. I'm not suave or charming like they are. Not cool or confident. I don't stand out in a crowd or attract any eyes from across the room. I'm just the guy in the background no one gives two cents about. Boring ol' Bob."

A silence hung between them, the static sports commentator voice floating through the air.

A tsunami of emotions whirled through him. On one hand, a weight had been lifted off him- a cathartic thrum in his chest at finally voicing the thoughts that'd tormented him for years. On the other hand, the admission of his feelings only made them more real and ever apparent to him. A dark cloud over his head, doomed to follow him.

"Excuse me?" she spat.

His head snapped up to find her eyes ablaze.

"Do you really think that?"

His mouth opened and closed like a fish but no words came out. Thankfully for him, she didn't give him time to reply.

"Bob, you’re an amazing person. You're kind, and sweet, and thoughtful. You're always there for others, helping them even when they don’t ask for it. You carry your friends out when they're too drunk to walk. You listen to them rant about their work and lives. And when you're here during closing you insist on helping us clean up; stacking the chairs and storing crates in the back. You’re this guardian angel looking out for everyone around you.

So what if you're not like Rooster or Hangman? Why would you wanna be anyone else anyways? You're an amazing person all on your own and you show it everyday."

Bob felt an overwhelming heat engulf his body. It was as though he'd stood at the entrance of an active volcano for a decade.

“You really think that?” he squeaked out.

“Yes! And if girls don't see that then screw them. Anyone with a functioning brain cell would be lucky to go out with you.”

Bob smiled shyly, "Well, I'm flattered-"

"I mean, you're literally a dream!" She continued, hands frantically wiping glasses and setting them down with a low thud. "Not only are you kindhearted but you're a dream to look at. It's honestly criminal how fit you are with your glasses making you look so cute, and kissable, and..."

Her voice trailed off as their eyes locked and she registered Bob's tomato-red face. Bob's heart pounded in his ears.

"Sorry," she whispered. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

Bob wouldn't really classify himself as brave.

Sure he'd had a rare, unexpected surge of bravery when he joined the military - shocking everyone that knew him - but everything that came after was simply part of the job. Each day of suffering through grueling training to become a WSO had nothing to do with his bravery, but rather his tenacity and determination to show everyone what he could accomplish. What he was made of.

Buf in this moment, a rare moment in his life, Bob chose to be brave.

"What time do you get off from work?" he asked.

"Soon. In about an hour."

"And... do you have any plans after?"

"I was just gonna go home," she blushed, a smile painting across her face. "But you're most welcome to come with me."

"So Bob, how was your Valentine's?"

The Dagger Squad's chatter quieted down at Hangman's sudden question. The sounds of the Hard Deck filling the silence between them.

"It was good," Bob replied, leaning against a pillar and doing his best to act casual.

"Really? Get up to anything fun?"

"Stop it," Phoenix chided.

"What? I'm just asking," Hangman laughed, gliding about the pool table and lining up his shot as if he wasn't interrogating his teammate. "Wanna know if Baby-on-Board spent the night alone like I said he would."

The crack of his cue against the ball came as a comical sound effect to the shock everyone was smacked in the face with. Phoenix shook her head in disbelief and mouthed a 'sorry' to her WSO, which he waved off with an understanding smile.

"Well Hangman, since you're so desperate to know, I came here on Valentine's. And while I did start out alone, I ended up going home with someone."

Everyone's heads whipped towards him.

"No shit. Seriously?" Hangman chuckled. "Who is she? Who had the honour of being our Bobby's companion. Is she even real?"

It was at this time that she walked over to them, empty tray in hand. The woman who'd occupied Bob's head 24/7 ever since the night they shared together a week prior. The woman he'd confided in and poured his heart out to. The woman who held him and kissed his doubts away all night long. Her lips soft against his smooth skin, the heat of her body melded against his.

She moved with grace as she motioned for the team's empty glasses and bottles, everyone giving her polite smiles as she passed. Bob allowed his eyes to trail after her before turning his attention back to Hangman.

"I can assure you she is very real. She's an amazing woman, full of kindness and love. Adorable to boot. Honestly, I'm over the freaking moon that she even wants my company."

Their eyes met as she got closer to Bob, still pretending to be completely unaffected by the conversation at hand. Picking up the last empty bottle, she began to walk pass Bob to get back to the kitchen.

"And I'm most definitely taking her home with me tonight," Bob declared. Just as she passed, Bob raised his hand and let it fall with a swift smack! to her behind.

Jumping back in shock with a loud yelp, she turned to Bob, ready to tell him off, only to be met with his cheeky smirk and smitten eyes.

She huffed and glared at him, though there was no real heat behind her eyes. "We're leaving as soon as my shift is over."

"Yes ma'am," Bob smiled.

She scurried away as she failed to suppress the smile growing on her face.

He stared at her retreating figure unashamedly as the rest of the Daggers began whooping and hollering.

"Dude! No way!"

"How'd you pull her? What did you say?"

"My man! Knew you had that dog in ya!"

Their words fell on Bob's deaf ears, his head preoccupied with counting down to when he could finally leave with the woman of his dreams.

[bytemee]

7 RINGS — yu jimin.

"i see it, i like it, i want it, i got it."

synopsis. it starts with a glance—karina watching you a little too closely, your name slipping into places it shouldn’t. then it becomes a habit, an obsession—one you don’t notice until she’s already too close, too intoxicating, too impossible to resist.

pairing. idol!karina x idol!beefy!fem!reader

warning(s). 18+ (smut), power imbalance, alcohol consumption, reader was supposed to be gp but i got lazy and ended it early, facesitting, reader is a virgin & shy

words. 2.5k

authors note. zhank u for the request i hope u enjoy ok bye thx

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the first time you notice it, you're on stage, mid-performance, sweat slicking the back of your neck as you move through the choreography. it’s not unusual to have idols watching—everyone does it at these joint events—but when your eyes briefly scan the crowd, there she is.

karina.

seated with her members, half-focused on the camera trained on her, the other half on you. she’s watching, eyes sharp, lip caught between her teeth like she’s analyzing every move you make. the moment your gazes meet, her lips twitch up into a smirk, and then she looks away as if nothing had happened. as if she wasn't staring at you so intensely, it was like she could see under your skin.

you don’t know what to think. but the way your stomach swoops is telling.

fancams catch it, of course. the clips flood twitter within the hour:

"karina caught staring again. if y/n goes missing we know who did it..."

"she’s so real for this."

"girl is ovulating.”

you think it’s nothing at first. just coincidence. maybe she’s zoning out. but then it happens again. and again.

at a variety show, she picks your song for the random dance segment. in an interview, she calls your group "her favorite juniors" before the mc can even finish asking. at a fansign, she smiles at the sight of a fan showing her your photocard, almost taking it for herself before she realizes and hands it back.

the more times it happens, the more you start to wonder. why is karina so invested in your group? why does she always seem so attentive during your performances? you never ask her directly—it feels presumptuous somehow—but when your companies start bringing you closer together, you learn to read the signs.

she doesn’t treat you like her junior. not anymore. her gaze is appraising, evaluating—not unkindly, just…intense. and when you're called to the same event or magazine shoot, she speaks to you like an equal, as if you're one of her peers rather than a k-pop rookie. it's strange, but not unwelcome. in fact, you kind of enjoy it.

the night after the performance was a blur: the high from the stage, the adrenaline of the crowd, the dizzy excitement of drinking too much champagne. you were tipsy, giggling a little more than usual, the alcohol warming your blood as you and karina stepped into the same car, heading back to your dorms on different sides of korea.

the drive was quiet at first, but then the laughter started. a joke here, a teasing comment there. she had no qualms about putting you in your place, but she did so with a smile. as if she knew exactly how to make you laugh, even though you'd only interacted a handful of times. it didn't take long for that warmth to spread further, until you couldn't tell the difference between the champagne buzz and the feeling of being around her.

when you got out of the car, you were still smiling. still tipsy. and when she grabbed your hand to lead you inside your dorm, you let her. pulling her back when she tried to leave your room and return to the car outside.

"what?" she asked, voice soft, brows raised. "do you want me to stay?"

the question hung in the air for a moment. a loaded one.

you hesitated. then nodded.

"yeah, can't have you falling over and hitting your head," you said with a light laugh, playing it off as a joke.

but when you met her eyes, you could tell she saw right through you.

"okay," she murmured, lips curling up in amusement. "whatever you say." you could see she was tipsy as well, the pink on her cheeks mirroring yours.

when she closed the door behind her, you let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding. your heart was racing, your skin prickling. you were aware of every inch of space between you, yet somehow hyperaware of how close she was.

then, she stepped forward. closing the gap.

you go still.

and she waits—watching, reading you like she always does, giving you the chance to pull away.

you do, dropping your gaze to the floor. "i uh, i never had my first kiss before."

a pause.

"can i be your first?"

your breath catches in your throat. this isn't what you expected, but you don't know why. because she's karina? because she's older than you? or is it because you've spent the last few months wondering whether this could happen?

you take a deep breath. nod once.

karina smiles. and leans in.

"close your eyes," she murmurs.

you do, and she presses a kiss to your cheek. soft, barely there. testing the waters. you swallow thickly, stomach swooping again, hands instinctively reaching out for her. she's warm under your fingertips, soft against your chest as you lean into her. her lips touch your jaw this time, moving closer to your mouth, teasing. teasing until you turn your head just enough, meeting her halfway.

the first brush of her lips against yours is gentle. so gentle you hardly feel it. but it's enough to send your heart racing faster, to make your head spin with a fresh wave of warmth. when you press closer, she hums softly against your mouth, one hand sliding down to grasp your waist.

the next kiss is harder, deeper, her tongue sliding between your lips. your grip tightens, pulling her flush against you, needing to feel the heat of her body through your clothes. she kisses like she performs: precise, focused, determined. like she knows exactly what she wants and how to get it. and you let her guide you, let her control the pace and the pressure, and the way she makes you melt with every stroke of her tongue.

eventually, she pulls back to catch her breath, smiling at the dazed look on your face. her fingers brush your cheek, eyes flickering across your face like she’s memorizing every expression you make. you’re still trying to catch up, still processing what just happened when she leans forward again, brushing a chaste kiss against your lips.

“have you really never had your first kiss before?”

you blink, still dazed. “i—yeah. never kissed anyone before tonight. why did i do something wrong?"

karina laughs softly. "no, of course not. it's cute, that's all."

you blush, feeling embarrassed at her response. being an idol means you don't date, which also means no kissing or anything beyond that. you know most idols have had their first kiss by now, but you've been too busy with music to even think about romance. now that you have experienced it, though, you wish you'd done so sooner. especially if it was going to be karina.

“you’re cute when you’re nervous,” she murmurs, voice just slightly hoarse, her thumb grazing over your bottom lip.

you let out a breathy laugh, trying to mask the way your pulse is hammering. “and you’re—” you stop yourself before you can say something stupid, something that’ll give you away.

karina tilts her head, amused. “i’m what?”

you swallow, shaking your head. “nothing.”

she hums, clearly unconvinced, but she doesn’t press. instead, she leans in again, her lips just barely grazing your jaw as she murmurs, "tell me when it's too much."

too much? it's already too much, just standing this close to her, feeling her breath on your neck and her hand on your hip. but you don't say that. because you don't want her to stop. so you nod, letting out a shaky breath, and karina smiles against your skin.

she kisses down your neck first, featherlight, teasing. then her teeth scrape along your pulse point, making you shiver as the sensation shoots straight between your legs. you inhale sharply, hands tightening on her hips, and she takes it as an invitation, sucking harder.

"is this okay?" she asks quietly.

you nod. "yeah—" your voice cracks. "yeah, keep going."

her lips twitch against your neck, almost like she's laughing, but then her fingers are curling under the hem of your shirt. slowly dragging up your sides, fingertips leaving sparks in their wake. your breath stutters in your throat, goosebumps breaking out across your skin, and she hums appreciatively at your reaction, nails scraping lightly along the curve of your waist.

karina would admit she's obsessed with you. she knows it's ridiculous, but she can't help herself. the moment she saw you, she was drawn to you. something about you captivated her from the very start, and it only grew stronger over time. when your managers started bringing you together, she found any excuse possible to be around you—to watch you dance, to sing with you, to just see you smile. and now here she is, in your room, with your body pressed flush against hers. it's surreal.

she wonders if you feel it too. the attraction. the pull. but then again, maybe she's reading into things. maybe this is nothing more than curiosity, an experiment to satisfy some teenage fantasy. if so, she'll take what she can get, as long as she gets to touch you.

"wait," you whisper suddenly. she stills, pulling back to look at you. "sorry, i'm just… i wanna make you feel good too."

it's her turn to blush this time, eyes widening in surprise before she regains control of herself. "you sure?"

you nod, biting your lower lip, and karina lets out a soft laugh.

"alright," she murmurs, leaning forward once more. her lips find your jaw again, trailing down to your neck as her hands slide under your shirt. fingers brushing over your stomach, tracing the lines of your ribs, teasing along the bottom edge of your bra. you gasp when her nails dig in, scratching lightly, and she takes the opportunity to bite down on the side of your neck.

"what did you have in mind?" she breathes, hot against your skin.

you hesitate, unsure how much you want to give away. she pulls back to meet your gaze, watching you intently, waiting. it takes a moment for you to gather yourself enough to answer, but then you finally manage to say, "i…uh…can you sit down?"

"sit?" she echoes, raising an eyebrow.

your face heats up instantly. "um…yeah. like, on my face."

her eyebrows shoot up even higher, mouth falling open slightly, like she wasn't expecting that. maybe she thought you were going to ask for something vanilla. or maybe she assumed you weren't ready. either way, she seems pleasantly surprised by your request, and you try not to squirm under her stare.

"okay," she says slowly, grinning. "if that's what you want."

"it is," you confirm. "i've never done anything like this before, but—"

she cuts you off with a kiss, one hand coming up to cradle your cheek. it's gentler than before, softer. as if she's savoring the taste of your lips, the feeling of you pressed against her, the sound of your breath hitching when her tongue brushes against yours. you whimper quietly, clinging to her tighter, and she smiles into the kiss.

"i'll be gentle," she promises, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. "unless you ask me not to be."

you shiver at the thought, stomach twisting in anticipation, but instead of responding, you simply reach down and tug at the hem of her shirt.

she chuckles, amused. "eager?"

"a little," you admit.

"alright."

she moves back and starts removing her clothes. first her top, revealing smooth, toned skin underneath, followed by her jeans, until she's left in nothing but a pair of panties.

your mouth goes dry at the sight.

"like what you see?"

you swallow, nodding. "yes."

she pushes you backward gently, guiding you toward the bed. you lay down on the mattress, head resting on the pillow, and she crawls after you, straddling your lap. your eyes flicker across her body, drinking in every inch, until finally they settle on the dark stain between her legs.

your hands tug at the band of her panties, trying to pull them down, and she helps you, shifting forward so she can lift one knee up, giving you access. once her underwear is gone, you let your gaze wander again, staring at her center. she's slick and glistening, and the sight makes your head spin.

she shifts forward until her thighs bracket your face, hovering above you. you can feel the heat radiating off her body and smell the faint scent of arousal lingering beneath the perfume on her skin. you breathe in deep, reveling in the way your head spins from the mixture of sensation and scent, and then reach up, hands finding her hips and tugging her down onto your face.

the first touch of her bare skin against your lips is electric. hot and slick and wet, sending a shockwave through your body. you gasp softly, tongue instinctively darting out to taste her, and she shudders, her grip on the bedframe tightening.

"s-shit," she mutters. "that's so hot." you hum in agreement, the vibrations making her twitch above you.

your arms wrap around her legs, holding her steady against your mouth. she wishes she can see the way your biceps flex when you grip her hips, the way the veins in your hands stand out, the way the muscles in your forearms bunch as you keep her still. she can feel them, though, and it turns her on even more, knowing how strong you are. how easily you could hold her down if you wanted.

she can feel the pleasure building already, spreading through her body like wildfire. your tongue is eager, greedy, devouring her without hesitation, and it feels better than she expected.

"god, you're so good at this," she groans, rolling her hips slightly.

you moan again, the praise going straight to your core, and she can't help herself. she rocks down against you, grinding against your face. the sudden movement makes her gasp, pleasure shooting through her body, and you hold her tighter like you don't want her to move. which is true. you love the feeling of her weight on top of you, the taste of her on your tongue, and the scent of her filling your senses.

"oh god," she whimpers, thighs shaking slightly. "please."

your hands move to her ass, pulling her even closer. she cries out when your tongue slips inside her, hips bucking involuntarily. she tries not to grind down on your face too hard, but you seem to enjoy the way her muscles clench around your tongue, and she can't stop herself.

"please," she repeats, desperate.

you moan again, tongue working faster, harder, deeper, until she can't take anymore. her entire body trembles, the tension coiling tightly within her before snapping, sending her crashing over the edge. she moans loudly, riding your face, chasing her release as she shakes and twitches and gasps.

her orgasm lasts for several seconds, her legs quaking uncontrollably. finally, she collapses forward, leaning against the headboard.

"fuck," she breathes, panting. "holy shit."

you pull away, licking your lips clean, and grin. "yeah?"

she laughs weakly. "yeah." then, her eyes travel down your body, taking in the sight of you, and her expression shifts from blissful to predatory.

"take off your clothes."

[skywalkerslvt]

Leon Fucking You In A Sketchy Alleyway

❥Pairing: Leon Kennedy x F!Reader

❥Summary: Leon and reader get horny while he teaches her how to play pool, so he fucks her in a sketchy alleyway.

❥CW: 18+, smut, semi-public sex, unprotected p in v, sorta praise kink? 2.2k words

❥a/n: another very rushed and not proofread fic lol! Was half asleep when I finished writing it so I hope it's not too hard to follow. Enjoy <3 pics are from pinterest

The day had been long and exhausting. You and Leon had spent hours on patrol, dealing with the usual chaos that the city seemed to attract. As partners on the police force, you and Leon had grown accustomed to each other's company, you developed a rhythm that made every situation–stressful or not–so easy. You guys were inseparable, best friends even, and you worked well together. 

After clocking out, a few of your coworkers suggested heading to a nearby bar to unwind. It was a dingy, dimly lit place, frequented by off duty cops and regulars looking for a cheap drink. You and Leon had exchanged a glance and shrugged–why not? 

The bar was slightly crowded, the stale air smelling of cheap beer and cigarettes. You found a table with your coworkers and ordered a round of drinks. The chatter was lively, everyone sharing stories from the day and laughing at old jokes. 

A few drinks later, you found yourself tipsy and alone at your table, your coworkers mingling around the bar. One of them was having a game of pool with Leon. You had decided to stay at the table and watch the game while nursing your drink. 

Leon stood at the pool table, his eyes narrowing in concentration as he lined up his shot. He leaned over, his body a perfect blend of tension and relaxation. God, he looked good. The two of you had developed a close bond over the years. You trusted him with your life, and he trusted you with his. Your friendship was solid, built on shared experiences and mutual respect. Over time, your friendship had grown into something deeper–an unspoken bond that nothing else could compare to. You found yourself drawn to him in ways that went beyond mere friendship, your heart racing whenever he flashed that boyish smile or offered a comforting word. It was more than just professional respect that you two shared; it was magnetic attraction that was getting harder and harder for the two of you to ignore. 

It wasn't until Leon had walked over and stood in front of you, that you realized the game was over. You had been so lost in your thoughts, staring at him, that you hadn't noticed. 

“Ever played?” he asked with a boyish grin, nodding to the pool table. 

You shook your head, taking a sip of your drink. “Nope. Never learned how. I've always wanted to try, though.” 

A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. “Want me to teach you? It's not too hard.”

You hesitated, feeling a flutter of nervousness. “Sure, why not? But be warned, I'm a fast learner.” 

Leon laughed as you stood up, grabbing a couple of cue sticks. “We'll see about that. Come on.”

As you walked over to the pool table, the noisy sounds of the bar faded into the background, your only focus being Leon as he handed you a cue stick and explained the rules of the game. His hands occasionally brushed against yours as he adjusted your grip and stance. 

“First, you need to get your stance right,” he said, positioning himself behind you. As he pressed his chest to your back, he began guiding your arms with his hands. “Like this.”

You could feel his breath ghost on your neck, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. You hummed in affirmation, trying to focus on the game. 

“Now, aim for the ball,” he continued, voice low and steady. “And don’t forget to keep your eyes on the cue ball.”

You took a shot, but missed the ball completely. Leon chuckled lightly behind you. “That’s alright, it takes practice. Here, let me help you get the hang of it.”

He pressed himself even closer behind you and placed a hand on your upper back, pushing you forward until you were bent over the table. Heat rose to your cheeks as you felt him put his arms around you, his much larger hands enveloping your own as he corrected your grip once again and guided your hands into the correct position. His crotch was barely grazing your ass, but that was all it took to turn you on. You inhaled sharply at the compromising position you two were in, feeling heat begin to pool between your thighs. 

Leon noticed your sudden intake of breath, and leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “Relax,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, most likely from the few drinks he had. “Now, watch how I do it,” he said while guiding your hands.

With his guidance, you took another shot, this time hitting the ball. It rolled slowly, hitting another ball, but didn’t make any pockets. “I guess I’m not as fast a learner as I thought,” you said with a shaky exhale. 

Leon chuckled, the sound sending butterflies throughout your stomach. “You’re doing great. Just need a bit of practice. He moved his hands to your waist, his presence a comforting weight behind your back. 

"Want to try again?" he asked, his voice softer now, more intimate. You nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. He positioned your hands again, his touch lingering longer than necessary. The atmosphere around you grew thick with unspoken tension, each brush of his fingers against yours sending sparks through your veins.

As you lined up for another shot, Leon's hand slid from your back to your waist, his fingers pressing into your hip. "Just like that," he whispered, his breath warm against your neck. You could feel his chest rising and falling with each breath, his closeness intoxicating.

You took the shot, and this time, the ball sank into a pocket. You couldn't help but grin, turning your head slightly to look at him. "I did it," you said, your voice filled with a mix of surprise and triumph.

Leon smiled back, eyes locking onto yours.“Atta girl! Let's try it one more time.”

As you took the shot, you felt Leon's body press even closer against yours, his crotch pressed firmly against your ass now, and you could feel his half hard cock through his jeans. His breath was hot against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. As you took your shot, you experimentally pushed your hips back, slightly grinding your ass against his crotch. 

Leon's grip on your waist tightened, his fingers digging into your skin as he fought to control his own desire. You could feel the tension in his body, the barely contained need radiating from him in waves.

"Damn," he muttered under his breath, his voice strained with restraint. "You're a natural."

You turned to look at him, the intensity in his eyes leaving you breathless. "Thanks," you managed to say, your voice barely a whisper.

Leon opened his mouth to say something, but abruptly closed it in hesitation. “Do you…Do you wanna get out of here?” He asked. 

You caught the hesitation in Leon's voice, sensing there was something more behind his question. Your heart pounded in your chest as you searched his eyes for any sign of what he was really asking.

His gaze flickered between your eyes and your lips, a silent invitation hanging in the air. Without a word, you nodded, your own desire mirrored in his intense gaze.

In a heartbeat, Leon took your hand, leading you through the crowded bar towards the exit. The world around you faded into a blur as anticipation coursed through your veins.

The night air was cool on your flushed skin. Leon led you to the dark alleyway beside the bar, abruptly pushing you flush against the rough brick wall, and before you could even register the slight pain, his lips were on yours in a sloppy, open mouthed kiss. His hands roamed your body, moving up from your hips to your breasts where he groped you roughly. 

Your hands grabbed his now fully hard cock through the fabric of his jeans, causing him to let out a strangled moan into your mouth. You fumbled with the buttons on his jeans, the urgency in your movements mirroring his own need for you. Leon's ragged breaths mingled with your own as you finally succeeded, the sound of his heavy breaths filling the air as you pushed his jeans down his hips.

His hands had moved down to your thighs now, reaching up your skirt as he ran his finger along the wetness of your panties.

“Fuck…already so wet f’me,” he teased as he slid your soaked panties to the side, gathering your slick on his fingers as he pushed a finger inside of you while circling your clit with his thumb.

You whined as you began pumping his hard cock, precum staining your hand. “Leon…need you inside of me, now.”

“Fuck–I know, baby, I know. Just be a good girl and take my fingers for now. Then you can go dumb on my cock, yeah?”

You moaned and nodded, bucking your hips into his hand to gain more friction on your clit. 

With a wicked grin, Leon complied, his finger delving deeper inside you, curling and stroking in all the right places as you whimpered and squirmed against him. Each movement sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, the sensation building with every thrust of his hand.

You clung to him desperately, your need for release growing with each passing second. Leon's touch was electrifying, his fingers expertly navigating your slick folds as you teetered on the edge of ecstasy.

Right when you were about to cum, Leon removed his fingers, bringing them up to his lips and tasting your slick. He grabbed your thigh, holding it up around his hip as he guided his thick tip to your entrance, pushing in slowly. 

You keened at how his thick cock stretched the walls of your cunt. You've never had a cock this big, and he was filling you so good. You clenched around him as he gave you a second to adjust, causing him to let out a low groan. 

Unable to hold back any longer, Leon rolled his hips into yours as he leaned in and began sucking marks onto your neck. His cock was angled just right and was brushing against that gummy spot that had you seeing stars. 

You began meeting his thrusts, urging him to take you deeper and faster. Leon’s breath was hot against your ear as he moaned dirty praises, igniting a fire deep within you. 

As his thrusts became sloppier, signalling his quickly approaching release, Leon began working his fingers on your clit, pushing you further to the edge. 

The alleyway echoed with the rhythmic slapping of Leon's hips against your own, mingled with your shared moans that filled the air.

With one final, deep thrust, he hit your g-spot perfectly, sending you over the edge. Your chest heaved as you let out a strangled cry, your walls clenching tightly around his cock. A wave of ecstasy washed over you, your cunt gushing around him in a release that left you trembling. 

The sensation of your velvety walls tightening around him was all Leon needed. His grip on your hips tightened, and with a guttural moan, he buried himself deep inside you. You felt his cock twitch as he spilled his hot cum, filling you completely. His body shuddered against yours, both of you lost in the overwhelming pleasure of the moment.

As the intensity of your orgasms subsided, Leon remained close, his breath warm against your neck. He gently pulled out, and you could feel your combined releases trickling down your thighs. He steadied you, his hands now soft and tender on your waist. 

“You okay?” he asked, his voice low, but laced with concern. 

You nodded, a dopey smile playing on your lips. “More than okay,” you replied, leaning your forehead against his. 

Leon chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “We should probably get back before the others start wondering where we are,” he said, but he made no move to pull away from you. 

“Yeah, we probably should,” you replied reluctantly, moving to adjust your clothes.

Before you could move to leave, Leon caught your wrist, pulling you back for one more kiss. It was slow and tender, unlike the kiss you shared in the heat of the moment. “This…this wasn't just a one-time thing, right?” he asked, his eyes searching yours. 

You smiled, your heart swelling with affection for him. “Not if I have anything to say about it.”

With a final shared glance and a knowing smile, you both made your way back into the bar. The noise and lights greeted you, a stark contrast to the intimate darkness of the alleyway. As you rejoined your coworkers, the atmosphere was lively, with no one seeming to have noticed your absence.

Leon slipped his arm around your waist, pulling you close. "Let's grab another drink," he suggested, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

You nodded, your heart still racing from the intensity of your time together. As you sipped your drinks and mingled with your friends, the connection between you and Leon felt stronger than ever, the weight of your shared secret hanging between you.

[tsumuus]

miscommunication | k. bakugou

The dorm was buzzing, the sound of laughter and chatter filling the space as third-year students from all the courses mingled, slightly intoxicated and carefree. The party was being held at the Class 3A dorms, a casual celebration before graduation loomed over them in a month’s time. You were sitting with your usual group of friends in the living room, a cozy spot claimed by the UA third-years who had grown close over the years. The conversation flowed effortlessly, a combination of inside jokes and fond reminiscing.

You leaned back, half-listening, as Kaminari animatedly recounted a particularly embarrassing moment during a training session. The room around you was a blur of voices and the faint buzz of alcohol, your own drink sitting untouched beside you.

A familiar voice cut through the conversation- Mina’s voice, mischievous and teasing. “Alright, let’s make this interesting. Who’s up for a game of truth or dare?”

A round of cheers and groans echoed, but no one declined. You, included.

A few rounds passed, mostly tame dares and truths that had the group howling with laughter. Then, it was your turn. Mina’s eyes sparkled as she looked at you, a smirk playing on her lips. “yn, truth or dare?”

"Dare," you said without hesitation, already bracing yourself for whatever chaos she might come up with.

“I dare you,” Mina began, her grin widening as she drew out the suspense, “to kiss whoever in the group you have or have had a crush on before.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

The room seemed to fall silent, all eyes on you as you contemplated the dare. You could feel your pulse quicken, but you didn’t flinch. Instead, you sat there for a moment, deep in thought. It wasn't like you were going to back down from it- no, not in front of them.

As you stood up, you made brief eye contact with Bakugou, your stomach twisting for just a second. But you quickly looked away, letting your feet carry you toward Sero. The kiss was short, simple, nothing more than a soft brush of your lips against his, but it was enough to make everyone in the room gasp. Mina's shocked scream followed immediately after.

“When? How? What?!” Mina sputtered, clearly taken aback.

You giggled, shaking your head. “I had a tiny crush on him in first year, but it faded when we all became friends.”

Everyone laughed, even Sero, although the surprise lingered in the room. The game resumed, but your mind was elsewhere. You couldn’t shake the memory of that split second of eye contact with Bakugou, the intensity that had flickered in his gaze.

The party began to wind down after a few more rounds. People were slowly heading back to their dorms, tired or tipsy from the night. You and Bakugou excused yourselves around the same time, naturally falling into step beside each other as you walked toward the elevator. Being dorm neighbors had made this routine normal, but tonight, it felt slightly different.

The silence between you two stretched until Bakugou broke it.

“So… Sero, huh?” His voice was gruff, teasing, but there was an edge to it.

You rolled your eyes, a blush creeping up your cheeks. “Shut up.”

He snorted, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. He thought your blush was because of Sero, but it wasn’t. Not entirely.

As you stepped off the elevator and walked down the hall toward your rooms, he kept up his teasing, throwing a few more remarks your way. But there was something off about the way he looked at you before you both said goodnight. His crimson eyes lingered, and for a moment, you thought you saw something deeper, something raw. But before you could say anything, the moment passed, and you parted ways.

In your room, you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying the night in your head. Bakugou’s teasing echoed in your mind, but it was the way he looked at you that you couldn’t shake.

Bakugou couldn’t sleep.

He stared up at the ceiling, hands folded behind his head as the memory of the night replayed in his mind, more specifically, that kiss. The kiss you had shared with Sero. His blood boiled at the thought, but not because of Sero. Hell, it wasn’t even about the kiss. It was about the realization that hit him harder than any explosion he could conjure.

There was a tightening in his chest that he hated. Anger. Frustration. Disappointment. All of it swirled together, creating a storm of emotions he wasn’t prepared to deal with. He had always kept his distance emotionally, convinced himself that you were just another part of the group, just another friend. And yet, seeing you kiss someone else- even if it was nothing- had set off something inside him that he couldn’t ignore anymore.

“So, Sero, huh?” His own words from earlier echoed in his mind, and he clenched his jaw. He had tried to play it off, but the truth was he had been stupid to think there wasn’t something between the two of you. He had always felt it, that undeniable pull, but he refused to acknowledge it. Refused to admit it even to himself.

He scoffed bitterly, sitting up in bed. You had always seemed so close with everyone else. He’d watch you laugh with Kirishima, joke around with Kaminari, and now… kiss Sero. He thought he wasn’t even close to you compared to the others. And maybe you thought the same. But that wasn’t the truth, was it? Not for him, at least.

He had felt that connection with you, something deeper, something real. But it scared him. Bakugou didn’t do feelings. He didn’t do romance. He didn’t do vulnerability. So he buried it. Buried it so deep he convinced himself it wasn’t there.

But it was. And now, watching you with someone else, even if it meant nothing, tore him apart.

He clenched his fists. This was stupid. He was angry at himself for ever getting his hopes up, for thinking you could feel something for him. And the worst part? He couldn’t even be mad at you.

But he could ignore you.

Yeah. He’d just close himself off, avoid you. Push it all down like he always did. It was easier that way. If he didn’t have to face you, he didn’t have to face his own feelings.

Two weeks had passed since the party, and the days leading up to graduation felt like a blur. Everyone was busy, caught up in their final assignments, training sessions, and preparations for life after UA. You noticed the subtle shift in Bakugou almost immediately, but at first, you brushed it off. Everyone was busy; it wasn’t unusual for people to become distant with all the chaos going on.

But as the days went by, it became harder to ignore. Bakugou wasn’t just distant- he was actively avoiding you.

It started small. He wouldn’t sit near you during lunch or training. He’d avoid making eye contact during group hangouts, barely acknowledging you with more than a grunt if you tried to talk to him. You kept coming up with excuses for him in your head- maybe he was just stressed. Maybe he had a lot on his mind with graduation coming up. But the more you thought about it, the more obvious it became that something had changed.

And it wasn’t just you imagining things. He was deliberately shutting you out.

At first, you tried not to let it bother you. You told yourself that Bakugou had always been unpredictable, hot and cold, and maybe this was just one of those phases. But when it got to the point where he was ignoring you even during group activities, even when everyone else was laughing and joking around, you couldn’t pretend anymore.

Something was wrong, and you had no idea what it was.

It was late, and the dorm building was quiet. Everyone had gone to bed hours ago, but you were still awake, sitting outside your room, waiting. You hadn’t seen Bakugou all day- not surprising, given how he’d been avoiding you. But tonight, you were determined to confront him. You couldn’t go on like this, not knowing what had gone wrong.

Finally, you heard the sound of footsteps approaching down the hallway, and you stood up, your heart racing. Bakugou rounded the corner, his hands shoved in his pockets, his expression as unreadable as ever.

“Hey, 'Suki,” you greeted, trying to keep your tone light. “Been a while since we talked, huh?”

He grunted in reply, not even looking at you as he walked past.

“Why are you up so late? You’re usually the first in bed,” you pressed, following him toward his door.

“I was busy,” he muttered, clearly lying.

“Yeah, seems like we’re all so busy these days.” There was a long pause, the silence heavy between you.

“…Did you need somethi—”

“Why have you been ignoring me?” you cut him off, your voice more direct than you intended.

“What?” He finally looked at you, his brows furrowing.

“I said, why have you been ignoring me?” You repeated, crossing your arms.

He let out a fake laugh, shaking his head. “Go to bed, you’re going crazy.”

“I’m not going crazy, Bakugou,” you shot back. “I know we haven’t always been the closest of friends, but we were friends, right? And these last couple of weeks… it’s like I don’t even exist.”

Bakugou’s jaw tightened at your words, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. For a moment, you saw a flash of something- guilt, frustration, maybe even hurt- cross his face, but it was gone as quickly as it came.

“I don’t owe you an explanation,” he grumbled, turning away from you and reaching for his door.

“Yes, you do,” you insisted, stepping closer. “You can’t just act like we’re strangers all of a sudden without giving me a reason. Did I do something wrong?”

Your voice softened with the last question, and for some reason, that seemed to push him over the edge. He spun around to face you, his eyes blazing.

“Why do you care so much?” he snapped. “It’s not like we’re best friends or anything. I’m not one of your damn buddies you need to check up on all the time.”

His words stung more than you expected, but you didn’t back down. “You’re right. We’re not best friends. But we’ve spent the last three years together, and you know what? I thought we at least meant something to each other. I just thought you cared.”

“Why would you think that?” His voice was quieter now, as if he was struggling to keep it steady. “Because we joked around a few times? Because I put up with you during training? That doesn’t mean-”

“Because I thought we had a connection!” you interrupted, your voice louder than you intended. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself, but your emotions were spilling out now. “I don’t know what it was, but it was there. And now you’re acting like none of it ever mattered.”

His gaze flickered, his expression hardening again. “You’re overthinking it,” he muttered, but there was no conviction in his voice. He turned toward his door again, clearly wanting to end the conversation, but you weren’t going to let him walk away this time.

“Bakugou, look at me,” you said firmly, reaching out to grab his wrist before he could leave. He froze, his muscles tensing under your touch. “I'd like to say that I know you pretty well, okay? If you’re mad at me, just say it.”

For a moment, you thought he would brush you off again. But then, he turned his head just enough for you to see the conflicted expression on his face. When he spoke, his voice was low, almost a growl. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

Your brow furrowed in confusion. “Get what?”

He jerked his wrist free from your grip, his eyes locking onto yours with a mix of anger and something else- something you couldn’t quite place. “I was mad because I didn’t want to see you with anyone else,” he spat out, his voice full of frustration. “There, I said it. You happy now?”

The words hung in the air, heavy and raw, and for a moment, you didn’t know what to say. The realization hit you like a punch to the gut. “You were jealous?”

Bakugou let out a humorless laugh, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, dumbass. I was jealous,” he admitted, his voice rough. “I didn’t know what the hell I was doing, okay? I’m not good with… this kind of stuff.” He gestured vaguely between the two of you. “So, yeah, I started avoiding you. Figured it’d be easier than dealing with whatever this is.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you could barely process what he was saying. “But why didn’t you just… tell me?” you asked, your voice soft, hesitant. “Why did you have to shut me out?”

“Because I don’t know how to do this,” he snapped, frustration clear in his voice. “I didn’t know how to deal with my feelings, and I sure as hell didn’t want to ruin whatever we had just because I couldn’t keep my shit together.”

He was breathing heavily now, his eyes intense as they bore into yours. For the first time, you saw just how much he had been struggling with his emotions, how hard it had been for him to admit any of this. And in that moment, you realized that you weren’t the only one who had felt a connection, who had been afraid of what it might mean.

Taking a tentative step closer, you reached out and placed a hand on his arm. “You don’t have to know everything, Bakugou,” you said gently. “We can figure it out, if that’s what you want.”

He stared at you for a long moment, as if trying to gauge whether you were serious. Then, he let out a sigh, the tension in his shoulders finally easing. “Yeah,” he muttered, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it. “That wouldn’t be so bad.”

A small, tentative smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “So, does this mean you’ll stop avoiding me?”

“Don’t push your luck,” he grumbled, but there was a faint, reluctant smile on his face as well. “I’m still pissed at you for kissing Sero.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “It was a dare! It didn’t mean anything.”

“Better not,” he muttered, though the possessive edge to his tone was softened by the warmth in his eyes.

For the first time in weeks, the air between you felt lighter, the tension finally broken. As you stood there, facing each other, you couldn’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something new. Something that neither of you were fully prepared for, but were finally ready to explore.

a/n im so done w school ive gotten an average of 4 1/2 hours of sleep every night this week 😩

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[madridnoora]

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ Pedri - The Manager’s Daughter.

(a/n - requests are open! I write for mainly barca boys and real madrid but I am open to write for others as long as they are over the age of eighteen :))

⋆｡˚Pairing - pedri x fem!reader

౨ৎ Summary - On a night out partying in Spain's capital at the end of national team duties, Pedri meets the daughter of Real Madrid's new manager.

⋆｡˚Word Count - 4.1k

౨ৎ Warnings - mentions of drinking and sex, angst, yearning and forbidden romance.

requests open :)

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Madrid rarely sleeps, but especially on a weekend. The city hums on a Saturday night in summer. Music pules through the cobbled streets and spreads through the neon lit signs that illuminated the historic streets.

The clubs, including the one you are in, are all packed full of people all wanting to have a good time, drinking away daily life through cheap spirits and swaying hips.

You join them under the dark red lights that flash over the hazy dance floor, dancing with your girl friends as you take in the nightlife of the new city you called home. Your father had just taken a job here working as the head coach of Real Madrid, and you decided to move with him rather than staying in Germany where he had been working previously. Spain always was your true home, where you were born and raised. It was the only place you felt you belonged.

Bass rolls in like invisible thunder from the speakers by the DJ booth at the back of the club, the floor of the club shaking under your black heels. Red lights pulsing overhead, distorting faces and vision. You sip on a glass of vodka lemonade like it's muscle memory, feeling the tingling sensation of alcohol under your skin pricking you with a heated warmth. You head is tossed back, your eyes closed feeling the reggaeton music thump in your chest as your pony tail swung behind your bare back. The air is scented by spilt liquor, cheap cologne and expensive perfume mixed with young anticipation.

You hope this night never ends, you hope it simple spills on like red wine on a white lace table cloth. You hope it stains you.

In the same club, separated by the sea of dark silhouette bodies and tucked away in an expensive VIP booth they were gifted for free were players from the Spanish national team, out celebrating a successful international break before they all separate one again for over summer club duties. Pedri leaned against the booth walls, an expensive tequila swirling in his glass, navy jeans and a crispy white t-shirt on his body while a small silver chain dangled around his neck.

Laughter rang around him, Dean and Lamine (who had been snuck into the club) made jokes with one another as they both had drank too much already. Pau and Gavi were conversing and Pedri joined them, light hearted and typical boy talk the topic of conversation. He was tipsy, no weight on his shoulders as he enjoyed a night of freedom with his friends.

He danced, he drank and the time slipped by like water running through fingertips.

It was Dean who pulled him out of his blissful, drunken unawareness as his national teammate shouted something over the silver bannisters of the VIP section.

"Oi, pequeña!" He shouted down to a girl with long shining hair and a low cut black halter neck top made of smooth silk as she walked through the club. When the girl turned and saw that it was Dean who shouted of her, her eyes widened in shock before rolled her eyes and threw her head back in a silent prayer to god.

Pedri couldn't help but chuckle at Dean's expense, it wasn't really the response any guy wanted when they called out a girl in a club. But, to his surprise, after your annoyed reaction you actually approached the barrier. Dean leaned over, the arrogant smirk of youth on his flushed face as he looked down at you and you looked up at him. Pedri's eyes flickered between you and him, unsure of the relationship between you.

"Dean," You said with a sarcastic smile, looking up at your father's new signing. You'd met him a couple times, he always seemed to be at the facility when you decided to pay a visit. He was young and full of flirty brazen confidence that never worked on you but he never let it stop him. He was annoyingly shameless, and warmingly kind. A friend.

"Oh come on, Alonso. No hello for me?" Dean slurred over the loud music, and you realise just how drunk he is. The glassiness of his eyes should have gave it away. You bite back a laugh.

Pedri watched and listened as the bomb was so casually dropped on the edge of the dance floor. Alonso. He could see it now subtly in your features under the red strobe lights. Xabi's daughter. A new Real Madrid princess. Her confidence now made sense, the way she didn't even blink at being surrounded by Spanish footballers in a room where half of the women were either trying to sleep with them or date them. But not you, no, you were raised in a household of Spanish football royalty.

He watched you shake your head at Dean with what seemed to be fondness, confirmed when you reach a hand up to ruffle his blonde hair.

He shouldn't keep looking at you, but he can't help it. It's like the music and the atmosphere bends around you. The lights glide over your glowing skin, the silk fabric of your top moves like water. Your exposed neck is tall and elegant, a golden cross sat glinting in the centre of your chest like a twisted joke. No good girl of god looks the way you do right now, or carried that glint of mischief in their eye.

Your features are sharp, upturned eyes and straight fluffy brows. Your lips so puffy and inviting, practically singing a sirens song to be kissed. You're one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen and you're off limits. Untouchable. Forbidden.

He doesn't know how long he had been watching, more staring at you but when you look at him it feels like a cold slap to his cheek.

Your eyes lock through smoke and space. Eveything else seemingly fades for a moment. You forget the drink your holding, you forget the song playing, you forget the people all around you.

He feels it. You feel it.

Each other.

That electric jolt that must be what people talk about when they speak of sparks, and then you're ignited.

Pedri González. Spanish superstar. One of the best midfielders in the world, and he does it for Barcelona. Your father's new rivals. At first he was just a shape in the corner of your eyes as you spoke with Dean, but now you've looked at him and can never look back.

His jaw is sharp and shadowed with stubble, the crisp whiteness of his t-shirt makes his skin look even deeper. You stiffen slightly becuase it is one thing too see him on posters and in Spain's colours, or to hear pundits talk about him while you wait for your father in the media room. It's another to feel him, to feel this -- whatever it is thats buzzing in the air between you -- under the humidity of a dark club's lights where his eyes are fixed on nothing but you like you're the only girl in Madrid.

Fuck, he's beautiful, you can't stop the though before you have it. You try to dull it but you can't because he's still stood there looking at you with a hint of a smirk which tells you he knows he's having an effect on you.

Most of the time, when you hear people speak of Pedri in the media, they call him humble, shy and sweet but you know that isn't the truth. You can see it in the way he stands. He's not shy, he's quiet in his confidence. He doesn't look for attention because he knows he will always capture it.

You shouldn't be thinking of him like this, not with all the rules you have to follow. Don't date football players. Don't feed the press. And he's the worst footballer of all, he bleeds blue and garnet. He's off limits. Untouchable. Forbidden.

Your father would lose his mind.

Dean is so drunk he doesn't even realise the tension, instead he assumes you're waiting to be introduced to each other.

"Pedri, this is Y/n. Y/n, this is Pedri"

"I know," The words almost pop out your mouth as you fake nonchalance like the fire of sparks hadn't just erupted between you.

Pedri just smiles, deep honey eyes looking into your soul or at least that is what it felt like.

You can't stand the way he's studying you, especially when you know you can't do anything about it. You'll never feel that realise.

"My friends are waiting," You give a quick excuse before darting off back to the dance floor to try of forget what just happened, although you know deep in your chest that you will never forget what you just felt.

Pedri let's his eyes linger on your body as you turn and walk away from him. The ruffled black skirt swishing with every swing of your hip, almost rising enough to see the bottom of your bum cheeks but never quite getting there. Teasing.

"She's something else," Dean shook his head lightly as he turned back to face Pedri, when he looked at him he had too laugh.

"Be careful, hermano. She's Madridista," Dean said, realising the look in his teammates eyes and that he was still looking at you even though you were not back on the dance floor. He gave Pedri a light tap on the back at he walked past and towards where the other boys sat and danced in the booth, "Forget her, she's off limits"

Pedri joined the rest of his team, following behind Dean to the booth and trying to take his words on board, but you're a hard woman to forget especially when you looked that good.

He can't forget you. Not when the music flickers to some things more upbeat, not when Gavi wraps his arm around his shoulder and pulls him into some stupid dance. He just can't escape you and that jolt of energy.

Pedri settles back into the plush suede seats of the booth, nodding along with whatever joke Lamine had just slurred and letting his body relax again as he downs another shot of tequila with squinted eyes. Every couple of minutes, he allows himself to look over to where you were dancing, to see if he could spot you because the alcohol made him lack self-control.

It took a couple times for him to actually see you swaying in the fog of dark silhouettes and hazy mist, but once he spot's you he can't take his eyes off.

You're not trying to catch his attention, which makes it worse. You move to the Spanish music with such little effort and yet you are the sexiest woman down there. Your hips sway so carelessly, your ponytail swings so gracefully. You look at home in the heat of a crowded club.

You laugh at something your friend is saying, clutching a hand over your bare stomach and tilting your head back showing off your throat in a way that has Pedri becoming undone. He stares as the club lights catch the shine of the golden cross like they were mocking him -- no good girl should should look like a such a sin.

He bites his tongue, clenching his jaw as he runs a hand across it.

He's trying to keep grounded, trying to remind himself who you are and who he is. Real Madrid and Barcelona. A physical El Clasico, and he'd be lying if he said it didn't feel that way between you. That tension, that pull, that fire and fight -- he'd felt versions of that in the Bernabeu and Camp Nou.

He takes another sip of whatever Gavi had handed him, hoping that the cool liquid with calm that burn he get's from simply looking at you.

It didn't even get the chance.

Over on the dance floor, you look up and catch him watching.

And, you know it wrong. You know that when you play with fire you will always get burned but you can't help it.

You don't look away.

Your eyes meet across a thick crowd, like the world had cracked open for you both. That same spark and aching pull from earlier came back like it had never left, and you realise maybe it hadn't. It's stronger now. Growing. Breathing.

Your puffy lips part, only slightly as you try and control the beating of your heart. There's a falter in your movements, a brief pause, the music had dulled to a buzz in your ears like it has in his.

That pull between you.

It's lust. In the purest form.

Desire for something you can't have.

So obvious you don't even have to wonder if he feels it too.

It's dangerous. It makes you feel dangerous.

You break the eye contact first, you hate that he has that effect. You drop your gaze to the black heels on your feet breathless, before turning into your friend and wrapping an arm around her with a bright smile like your not burning on the inside. Like you're not flushed with the heat of your bodies betrayal and warm between the thighs.

Pedri still kept watching you, because he was bordering on obsessed with the feeling you gave him.

He felt a break when you looked away.

He was used to the attention. He was used to women flirting and waiting.

But, this was different. This was a territory he had never explored. You didn't feed him, you kept your distance.

You looked at him like you could ruin him, then turned away like it meant nothing.

He wants you, he wants that chase. He wants to feel the taste of your lips as they touch his, he wants to watch you beneath him moaning and praying to god as you both give in to the feeling you shouldn't.

Dean laughs again as he lazily slams down in the booth beside Pedri, already understanding who he is looking at.

"I told you hermano, forget it. She not into football players"

That causes Pedri to look at him with raised eyebrows, because he knows that's not true. He knows your into him.

"She's just not into you," Pedri jabs lightheartedly.

Dean shakes his head with a lazy grin, one that flashes his teeth.

"I know, but I'm a shameless flirt and she's hot" Dean shrugs.

Pedri turns back to look at you again, but this time your back is turned to him. Your still whining your hips with a friend attached to your arm. His eyes trail the curve of your waist, the muscles of your bare back and how they contort and contract.

He see's the men around you circling, like vultures looking for fresh meat. They watch you with hunger, but you don't even realise it. Too in your own world to acknowledge the boring men that linger around it.

On the dancefloor, you are in your own world. The liquor now firmly mingling in your system, another shot burning down your throat. Your friends on your arms, the music thumping making your skin vibrate.

"I'm just going to pee," You yell in your friends ear, and she nods in acknowledgement before you set off, pushing your way through the warm bodies that are packed too tightly together.

When you get to the edge it's like a breath of fresh air fills your lungs, suddenly your lungs are given the freedom to breath. The humidity loosens, the colder air kisses your skin.

The corridor outside the bathrooms is even cooler, and more hushed. Tiled walls of black and white hum faintly with the bass of the DJ's speakers. Your heels click softly against the black vinyl floors that are covered in sticky liquid and smell of cocktails and regret. You're slightly dazed, and bring a hand to smooth over your short black skirt. A moment of composure before you enter into the ladies room.

When you come out, your filled with relief and ready to go back to the dance floor and spend the last moments of tonight with your girls.

When you round the corner, you jump.

He's there leaning against the wall, waiting.

In this light, you can see the way the white t-shirt has began to cling to his toned chest from the heat. An expensive but thin silver chain glinting around his neck.

You fold your arms across your chest, almost like your trying to protect yourself from the way he makes you feel.

"What are you doing," You ask quietly.

"I needed air," He says, and it's ironic because it feels like he's taking the air from you. Seeing him made it harder the breath. That lust and desire so strong, growing like a dragon under your skin.

"They have a roof terrace," You tell him.

"I know"

He moves to stand in front of you, closer but not breaking the boundary. You can smell him, the scent of cardamom and a hit of grapefruit. It stirs something primal within.

You without thought and mainly from panic, move away and feel the cold tile hit your back against your shoulder bladed.

Pedri moves closer, and now you're caged in with his chestnut eyes looking at you with a swirling lust, the same lust you're trying to fight away internally. The warmth between your thighs indicates your losing. As does the hitching of your breath and the lump caught in your throat.

His eyes trail you slowly, lingering on your hips and then on the low cut of your halter top. Usually, you would hate being objectified or looked at like this but with him it causes butterflies and it shouldn't.

"Don't look at me like that," You try and keep your tone strong, but the slight wobble gives you away.

Pedri smirks.

"Why not?"

"Because it's wrong,"

Pedri glances away with a frown, a fake one. Then he looks back, moving a few centimeters closer to you.

"Why?," He asks like he doesn't already know.

"I don't mix my pleasure with my father's business, and footballers aren't my thing"

"But I'm your thing,"

You glance down at your feet, crumbling under his cockiness and the way he looks at you like you are the first thing he's ever seen. So in awe and curious to know more.

You don't answer him.

You can't, and there is no point because he already knows.

What am I doing? You think.

It makes you stand up straight, pushing off the wall and now dangerously close to Barcelona's midfielder. Close enough to feel his breath against your cheeks like the brush of a kiss. It's smells like sweet. He's a temptation you desperately want to touch. You glance at his lips because you can't help yourself. You have no self control around him, and you're realising that too late.

Still, Pedri doesn't touch you.

His breath becomes heavy as he watched your eyes flickering from his own to his lips and then back. A silence lingering with a thousand words between you.

"Say something," He breathed, desperate to hear the sweetness of your voice, the one that must have been gifted by the angels.

"My father would kill me"

"He'll never know"

Fuck, he's irresistable. All dark lashes and parted lips. You think he was the type of guy the ancient poets would have written about.

"It's a bad idea,"

"Sure,"

"We'll regret it,"

"Maybe,"

His lips hover above yours, brushing against them but he holds off kissing you.

The feeling sends you wild.

But you're both still fighting it as if either of you were about to change your mind at any moment.

Your eyes flick from his lips to his eyes. He does the same to you. You tilt your chin up slightly, he's only a centre metre away now. Your hearts beating against each other as your chests feather with touch.

"You're trouble, Pedri," You whisper.

And then, like that was what he needed to hear, he leans in and slams his lips into yours.

It's urgent, and heated. Full of undeniable and built up lust. It's messy and dangerous. A kiss that shouldn't be happening but it is, in a dark corridor outside the bathrooms of a crowded club in Madrid. Anyone could see, anyone could leak and image to the press and then it's game over but that adds to the thrill.

In an instant, your hand find the back of his neck and travels up through his hair tugging lightly. His hands find your hips, gripping them tightly and causing indents in your soft skin.

It makes a moan slip from your mouth.

You feel him smile against your lips.

He pushes you back against the wall, slightly rough and uncontrollable. His mouth moves over yours like he's trying to memorise you.

You're both in a drunken sleazy haze, feeling high from the electricity of each others touch. The touch that stings you like you're being branded with a hot rod. It makes you feel so alive, and you've never felt that way before.

He pulls back, "You want to leave?"

You know what he's asking, and you take a beat to think about it. You're eyes scanning his breathless face and the way his cheeks are flushed.

You nod, because you're so in awe looking at him that you can't form words.

He takes your hand, his own hand warm and firm. His fingers laced tighlty with your and you follow him out of the club with your head down and hidden.

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You're naked beneath him, the silver chain dangling against your chin as he thrusts himself inside you over and over taking his time. His every movement purposeful and experienced. You body is on fire under him, pleasure seeping from your every pore.

If this is wrong, why does it feel so good?

He grunts, you moan. The dark sheets of his king sized bed entangle around you. The only light that seeps in through the curtains is that of the moon and city lights. It creates a white glow around him, the kind that makes him look like he had just walked straight out of your dreams.

Your finger scratch at his back while his teeth nip at your neck. Your back arches from the bed in an effort to be closer.

"Pedri," You moan over and over while he touches you in all the spots he shouldn't know. How does he know? He feels like your perfect match, like your souls have been trekking through life just trying to find each other again. Just trying to get back to one another.

Pedri feels that too, deep in his gut and in the pleasure that makes his toes curl. You feel so good he almost can't handle it.

When you both reach your peak and become undone, you pull back and look at each other.

Two pairs of eyes, both hiding the same sentiment that what just happened was something more, something deeper and something that was unable to exist again.

You live in separate cities, your dad is a coach, he's a football player. You're meant to be oil and water. But you're not. You're a match and flame.

One can't burn bright without the other.

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Morning arrived in soft shaded of golden sunlight peaking from half drawn curtains.

Madrid is quiet not, the city resting after the party of the night before.

The air is cool, but the arms you're wrapped up in are warm as is the skin you rest you cheek on.

Pedri is still asleep, soft and shallow breaths making that obvious. You look at him, taking in the curve of his mouth. The messy darkness of his hair, the same hair you hand wrapped in your fingers only hours ago. The way his lashes lay against his sculpted cheekbones. You want to remember this, you want it to stain into your memories because you know this was all it could ever be -- a memory, a one time slip.

You slip from his arm's carefully, making sure he didn't wake up.

You pick up your clothes which are spread across the wooden floor of his bedroom, placing them on your body. You feel more bare now as the daylight creeps in.

It's Sunday morning but you are far from dressed for church.

You leave out his bedroom door, then out the front. You knew you would do this when you agreed to come, because it wasn't allowed to be any different.

No numbers exchanged. No notes.

Just silence and memories.

You hire an uber and head back to your house, trying to act like Pedri never existed.

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(a/n - i think i'm going to write a part two for this <3)

[urfavhecate]

I’ve been waiting for too long | drunk!Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: After your breakup with Wanda, Natasha takes care of you… good care…

Warnings: oneshot, drunk Natasha, SMUT, +18, MDNI ! drunk sex, breakup mention, short one, oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), multiple orgasm, kinda overstimulation.

Note: Hey guy, it has been long time since last post. As always… English isn’t my first language sp im sorry for all mistakes. This year I have my finals so it’s hard to find time for hobbies but I hope I’ll find more time to write some stuff. If you have any ideas for next shots or stories m requests are open, or if you want to yapp a little I’m also here. <3

No one is allowed to copy, translate or pubish my work as their own!

The life of an Avengers was never easy. As soon as you started your relationship with Wanda, you felt like you had found everything you needed, almost like you had grabbed God by the legs. However, as it quickly turned out, nothing lasts forever, because a few months later Wanda broke up with you.

It was one of those evenings when the Avengers tower seemed empty. While everyone else was busy with their own things, Natasha was sitting in the living room drinking her beer. When she saw you enter the room, she handed you a bottle so you could rest a bit.

„Have a drink and relax” she simply said. You thanked her and fell down on the couch next to Natasha. She just looked at you, knowing something was wrong. "Rough day?" she asked with a stoic face.

“Wanda broke up with me,” you replied quietly, your voice breaking at the thought of what had happened. “She chose that fucking toaster on legs over me.”

Natasha couldn’t help but giggle softly at the comment. “Vision you mean?”

“i don’t get it… what did i do wrong?”

Natasha’s smirk disappeared from her face. She leaned back on the couch, and she sighed before she could muster up a response. “Maybe you didn’t do anything… Sometimes its about what people want or don’t want”

“But him?! Really?! What did he have what i don’t?” You were irritated just thinking about him. He was a robot, he wasn’t even human.

"Beats me... He can fly and shoot lasers from his head" Natasha laughed again "You know... not everyone has good taste"

You laughed softly as you started to question whether or not he had a metal dick. You started to joke as Natasha smiled knowing that she cheered you up a bit, she didn't like seeing you down. Your relationship had always been weird. It wasn't just friendly flirting, but you never talked about what was between you, pretending that you were just friends and worked together.

“I think we should find you a new hobby because I don’t want to picture his metal dick again” The redhead laughed.

“I have one idea… We could always go to a bar”

It wasn’t long before you ended up at one of the nearby bars, drinking and dancing. A few shots and drinks later, you both were visibly tipsy, the alcohol was taking effect. Natasha’s usual composure loosened as her inhibitions lowered, her gaze more carefree and lighthearted. She leaned back against the barstool, studying you with a lazy smirk on her face.

“What?” you giggled noticing she was staring at you.

“Nothing… You just a lot more fun when youre drunk” she answered letting inner thoughts threaten to spill out.

When you finished on the dance floor, your bodies moved together in perfect harmony, you danced and your bodies rubbed against each other. She let her hand drift to your hip, pulling you even closer to her. Her eyes met yours, dark with mix of intoxication and desire.

“You're beautiful you know that?” you mumbled moving closer to her, your lips were now just inches apart.

“Am I?” she murmured softly, her voice a low seductive purr “Or is that just the alcohol talking”

“you are hot as fuck” Natasha's smirk turned cocky as her eyes burned with desire. She gently pushed you backwards until your back hit the wall, trapping you against it with the weight of her body. Her hand moved from your hip to your chin, tipping your face up to meet her gaze. Natasha chuckled, her body pressing against yours, her hand still holding your chin, her gaze boring into yours. She leaned in, her lips brushing against your earlobe, her voice a heady whisper in your ear.

"You don't know what you're asking for," she muttered huskily, her free hand roaming over the fabric of your clothes. "I can make you feel things you've never felt before." Wanda wasn’t really dominant so this was new and exiting at the same time.

Natasha dragged you into a taxi and you headed back to the tower. Throughout the whole way, you couldn't keep your hands to yourselves, wandering over the other woman's body.

Natasha's patience had reached its limit. The moment the elevator doors closed behind you, she punted. She slammed you against the wall, her body trapping yours, her gaze smoldering with desire.

"I can't wait anymore," she panted, her hands roaming all over your body, touching you with a desperate need. Her lips found your neck, kissing and nipping, leaving a trail of heated affection “I’ve been waiting for too long”

You moaned when her lips touched your neck and your fingers tangled with her hair. Natasha hummed against your neck, the sound a mixture of approval and desire. Your moan sent a jolt of arousal through her body, fueling her need to feel your skin against hers. Her hands roamed freely over your body, slipping under your clothes, seeking more contact, more flesh. Her kisses moved up until her lips found yours, capturing them in a passionate, demanding kiss.

When you got out of the elevator, Natasha immediately pushed you against the wall. Natasha groaned when you wrapped your leg around her waist, the action bringing your bodies even closer together. She ground her hips against you, the movement hard and desperate, her need for you becoming almost primal. She broke the kiss just long enough to let out a ragged exhale, her breath mingling with yours. "I want you. Now."

“Say it again... please….” You moaned. Natasha's hand gripped your hip, her fingers digging into your flesh as she pushed you harder against the wall. She leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear, her voice a low, sinful whisper.

"I want you. I need you. Now." Her hand slid up the length of your thigh, hooking your leg over her hip, the movement more possessive than ever before. "You understand?"

At that moment, you didn't care about the breakup or that anyone could see you two. Natasha's sloppy kisses were driving you crazy, so you dragged her to your room. Natasha pushed you onto the bed, climbing on top of you and pinning your hands above your head.

"Wanda never dominated you huh?" Natasha smiled knowing it was true. "Baby with me you'll feel things you could only dream of with Wanda"

A moment later they ended up naked in your bed. Natasha moved lower kissing your chest, your stomach and finally ending between those legs. She couldn't help herself and ran her tongue through your wet folds. She moaned loudly at the taste of you on her tongue.

"oh god... you taste so good"

Your fingers tangled in her hair holding her where you needed her the most. Her tongue moved faster and faster, and you squirmed beneath her. Natasha grabbed your thighs to keep you in place. She continued to eat your pussy like it was her last meal. She was hungry for your taste. It wasn't long before she added her fingers, pushing two of them roughly into your pussy. You moaned with pleasure, wanting more. You tugged at her hair, holding her between your shaking legs. Her movements were still sloppy from the alcohol. She mumbled something under her breath as she gently sucked on your clit.

"I’m… I’m gonna... cum... Natasha please… can I cum?" you moaned. Your body trembled as you ere closer to the pleasure, as Natasha’s fingers curled inside you, finding that sweet spot.

"Good girl, asking for permission... such a submissive good girl." Natasha mumbled, pushing another finger into your pussy "Cum for me baby"

It wasn't long before you came on Natasha's face. The redhead lapped up your juices, not wanting to waste a single drop. Her face was covered in your orgasm and her eyes still held a hunger. Her pupils were much larger and her irises were a darker shade of green.

“Nat… Natasha… oh god… fuck…!”

“Good girl, scream my name… my good girl” she kept mumbling.

As you came down from your high, you thought Natasha would pull away to kiss you, but she continued eating your pussy. She couldn't hold back, it only took a moment for her to become addicted to your taste. Natara's free hand pressed gently against your lower abdomen.

"Natasha...tooo sensitve..." you tried to pull away but Natasha held you in place.

"Don't you dare move. Just one more"

Natasha continued fucking you not paying attention to the overwhelming pleasure that was spreading throughout your body. Life mattered to your cheeks. Your legs shook as Natasha's fingers moved in and out at a rapid pace. You squirmed, moaning her name like a prayer.

"I can't...I can't…" You kept screaming.

"You can do it baby....You'll feel so good..."

“Tell me when you belong to… Tell me you’re mine…” She softly bit your clit.

“I’m yours… only yours…”

As you came a second time Natasha smiled and kissed your forehead. Her hands moved to your breasts. “I’m not done with you yet”

[lilolebambi]

WHEN PUPPY!CHRIS CHECKS HIS VOICEMAILS. . .

Voicemail #1 — February 6, 5:00 PM

(beep) Hi, Chris. I— (exhale) I- uh, it's me... we haven't talked in a while.. I just wanted call you but it went straight to this... (long pause)

Wait— fuck– I don't even know if you know how to check this... call me if you get this...?

(beep)

Voicemail #10 — February 7, 5:30 PM

(beep) (deep breath) You either don't know how to check these or you're just ignoring me... I've called you so many times, I left you so many of these, Chris. (long sigh)

I miss you, I miss you really bad. Please call me?

(beep)

Voicemail #11 — February 8, 4:20 PM

(beep) It's me again.... (long pause) I— I really don't know what I did, Chris... you barely even glance at me in class anymore... I miss your stupid jokes and playing with your stupid hair. And kissing your stupid face.....

Call me if you get any of these, please.

(beep)

Voicemail #12 — February 8, 5:30 PM

(beep) Um, Quen is trying to get me to go to this party.. y'know the one that one guy in chem said he was throwing? I— I don't know if I'm gonna go, you know I'm not a party person. But... Matt did say that he and Nick were going so, maybe I'll see you there? Please...?

(beep)

Voicemail #13 — February 8, 8 PM

(beep) (long pause) Chris, (sniffles) Please call me. Y-you're not here, I miss.. I miss you so bad. I- I hate everyone here— please—

(beep)

Voicemail #14 — February 8, 10:25 PM

(beep) M— m' at home now— (giggles) T-they had spiked Shirley temples there, Chris! Spiked!— I.... (long pause) feel like m' gonna—

(beep)

Voicemail #15 — February 8, 11 PM

(beep) Didn't throw up.... m' still laying on my floor tho..I think I'm still drunk, (giggles) only been tipsy.... everything feels so weird, Chrissy... have you ever been drunk before?

(long pause) .... forgot this wasn't a call. (huff)

call, me puppy.

(beep)

Voicemail #16 — February 9, 1:06 AM

(beep) Quen said that I should leave you alone, cut you off... but... I mean, Chris, I love you. You're my best friend... we do everything together, I can't see myself living without you.

I love talking to you, spending time with you, listening to your stupid fucking history facts.... how could I just throw that all away?

(long pause) Fuck, I'm tearing up. (giggles) You promised me, y'know? After graduation. An apartment, Portland, just you and me. Two cats..... Baby n' Daisy, right? (long pause) I miss you so much.

"Seriously, Chrissy, please call me. Whatever's wrong, tell me, and I'll fix it.... you know I will.

spendin' all my nights alone, waitin' for you to call me, you're the only one i want by my side when I fall asleep. —Brockhampton.

a/n: i'ma be there for you, i'ma make you see that. i want you, i want you.

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @domizmez @drewswife @strnilolover @sirensdollesque @courta13 @pinkmattrr @mattslilies @sturns-mermaid @bluetalia @pair-of-pantaloons @y2kstarr @sugarraez @sweeethrt @moond0llie @ambi-squirrelly @wastelandzella @applecidersturniolo @riasturns @iloveduckssm @oopsiedaisydeer @sturnsflirt @cayleeuhithinknott @h3arts4nat @angelyearner @pink1man @sturnsblogs @mi-co-uk @slvt4subchratt @tezzzzzzzz @chrisbratt333

[nativegirltapes]

trailerpark!mom!reader was just trying to go out to her favorite local bar when she met drew ........

warnings: i don’t think obx is actually filmed in outer banks but for this fic yes it is. this is basically just lots of dialogue but i’m just trying to fill in tp!mom!reader and drew’s lore. drew being tipsy + corniness & cliches

"we are getting fucked up tonight." your bestfriend shouted. it was thursday, which meant it was 'going out' night. your baby was safe with your sister, and you were in the passenger seat of your bestfriend's 2009 honda civic adjusting final touches to your makeup in the vanity mirror. "i fucking hope so. jason has been blowing up my phone all week, threatening to come steal baby." you applied another layer of lipgloss.

"are you fucking serious?" aubrey questioned, looking at you with loving eyes. even though you brought the topic up so casually, she knew it hurt you. "i love you." she branched her arms out over the car console, you accepted her embrace. "now let's get fucked up!" she gave you a kiss on your head. no one had ever made you feel as loved as she did.

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"sorry ladies," your usual bouncer stopped you and aubrey, "bars closed tonight. some cast rented it out."

"what?" you realized he wasn't joking. "what cast?" you furrowed your brows, wondering who the fuck would rent out a bar in the middle of nowhere, north carolina. "don't know, some show that's filmed here though."

"you can't just let us in?" you bestfriend proposed. "we know we're you're favorite. cmonnnn." the bouncer giggled, you guys definitely were his favorite, but unfortunately he wouldn't budge. "i wish there was something i could do. sorry girls."

"it's okay." you sighed, grabbing aubrey by her arm and dragging her to the side. she was one to cause a scene and you weren't in the mood to deal with that right now. "this is bullshit." she groaned. "i bet they're rich. rich people always ruining some shit for normal people like us." she circled around you. "can't even enjoy our thursday night anymore."

"it's okay, we can go somewhere else."

"you wanna get in?" an unfamiliar voice interrupted, before you could yank aubrey back to the car. both of you jolting your heads towards the voice. it was a tall pale man, a lit cigarette hung from his lips.

"yeah, can you get us in?" aubrey took no time taking up the offer, interrupting the prolonged eye contact you were sharing with this guy; he was cute and that was hard to find around here. "this way." he tossed his unfinished cigarette in the floor and stomped on it.

"thank you." you said as he held the door for you. as soon as you entered the bar you realized that maybe you really didn't belong there. thursday's usually had a solid crowd, and a familiar one at that. but there wasn't one familiar face aside from yours or your bestfriend's. "shit." you mumbled under your breath, the guy who let you in now long gone, entertaining a group of who you assumed were his friends.

finding a seat at the bar with aubrey, you asked the bartender what the deal was, "so, what's going on?" he poured you your usual. "some netflix cast rented out the bar for the night. outer banks or something?"

“oh, i’ve heard that show.” you replied, trying your best to discreetly look around, seeing if you seen any famous faces from tv, although you didn’t watch much tv. “i didn’t think they actually filmed that here?”

“me neither,” the bartender agreed, before leaving you and aubrey to tend to another person.

you watched as people danced, they all seemed well bonded, almost like family. you giggled at them, hoping one day you’d find a bond like that. you spotted the guy who had let you in, he danced pretty okay for a white guy. “should we dance?” you turned back to aubrey, practically shouting over the loud music.

“why are you even asking?” aubrey laughed, you knew her better than to ask if she wanted to dance, she was always down to dance.

you both danced together as ‘yeah!’ by usher played over the speakers, before you both had roaming hands all over you. you felt big hands wrap around lower stomach, “was hoping i’d come across you again.” a somewhat familiar voice whispered in your ear. you kept your back and ass to him, but turned your head to see his face, selfishly hoping it was the man who’d let you in, relief washed over you when you realized it was. “i was thinking the same thing.” you flirted.

“oh yeah?” he whispered in your ear again. the way he had lean down to reach your ear had your stomach doing flips. “why’s that?” you noticed his breath smelled of liquor and mint.

“i wanted to thank you again.” you answered, pushing your ass even closer to his crotch. flirting with men at the bar definitely was not foreign to you. “you don’t have to thank me. anyone would have let a pretty girl like you in.” he spun you around so you were facing him. “there’s that face.” he smiled, his bloodshot and droopy eyes staring down at you like you were the only girl to ever exist. this felt too intimate for your liking.

“so, why’re you here?” you grabbed his hands from your waist, just holding them with your own, you both still feeling the rhythm of the music playing. “you’re famous or something?”

“something like that i guess.” he shrugged, like he didn’t really want to talk about it. “why are you here?”

“i live here.” you said confused, wondering if he has expected a different answer. “i don’t want to sound like a creep, but you’re like, insanely beautiful.” his lips grazed your ear as he whispered to you. you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol talking or if he actually meant it, but nonetheless you were flattered. a sexy— famous guy saying you were insanely beautiful?

“thank you.” you blushed, pulling your jean skirt down. usually you were good at playing a man’s game but this time felt different. this time felt like something could actually come from this and you hated it.

after some more ramble jamble on the dance floor, the mysterious man asked if you wanted to go outside. “wanna step outside for a minute with me?” he extended his hand, you accepted.

you watched as he lit a cigarette. it seemed like every ounce of outgoingness left your body, you loved talking to and entertaining men, but he just made you flat out nervous. “so you’re from around here?” he offered you a swig of his cig, you declined.

“yeah, just down the street. me and my bestfriend come here every thursday.” you watched his lips as he took a swig, the way his eyebrows furrowed from the smoke was hot. you hated people who smoked but there you were getting turned on over it.

“sorry about that again. i seen the whole fiasco with the bouncer.” he looked down at you. “i mean it’s not your fault.” you reassured him.

“sorry i never asked. what’s your name?” his voice seemed so much deeper and clear now that you two were outside, almost like he was fully sober. it made you question how drunk he actually was, and how much of what you told you he actually meant. “y/n!”

“i’m drew.” he held his hand out, you shook it. his hands was so much bigger than yours. matter of fact, everything about him was so much bigger than you.

before you could question drew and his ‘famousness’ any further you heard his group yelling his name. they were all getting into a limo. how famous were these people? they needed a limo? but you couldn’t recognize literally any of their faces? “i guess that’s me.” drew again, flicked his unfinished cigarette on the ground and stomped it out. “what’s your number y/n?” he pulled out his phone and pulled up the keypad.

you swiftly put in your number and called yourself. you never gave your phone number away to the men you entertained, it was your own personal rule you set for yourself. but something about this one was different and you just couldn’t say no. “i’ll see you around y/n.”

[geddyqueer]

8, 14, 24 ok tx

kiss interruption, sharing drinks, teasing. alroight… for u, this:

"What is this?" Evan asks, and he grabs Tommy's glass and takes a sip before Tommy can even answer.

"A free for all, apparently," Tommy says, gently grabbing it back. "Why, you like it?"

"Not terrible." Evan licks his lip. "Citra? Mosaic?"

"Both," Tommy says. He pulls up the dumb QR code menu again. Why doesn't anyone print on paper anymore? "At some point you hop it too many times and you're just muddying the flavors."

"I don't know, the last flight was better. This was three let downs in a row."

"Oh yeah? Should I order myself another one for you to steal?"

"What's yours is mine, Tommy, aren't you always saying that?" Evan dips his head, flutters his eyelashes, and Tommy rolls his eyes and pulls the stupid fucking brewery app back up—what kind of brewery makes its own app, what is the world coming to—and orders another round. He gets a thing of mozzarella sticks, too, because he's right on the edge of tipsy enough that he's not going to want to wait for the brick oven pizza cart out back to start taking orders again, and then he looks up to find Evan staring at him. 

"You can finish that," Tommy says. 

"Now that I got my spit all over the rim?"

Tommy knows a set up when he hears it. "That's what I said last night, isn't it?"

Evan wiggles his eyebrows. "You can say it again tonight, too, if you want."

"I can't take you anywhere."

"Oh, you can take me everywhere," Evan says.

Tommy snorts and grabs his other half-empty glass; the witbier wasn't perfect, but it's better than nothing. "Evan, it's not polite to kiss my ass and then tell the whole bar about it," he says, or he starts to, at least; he only gets halfway through his joke before Evan leans in and snatches the witbier out of his hand and plants a wet smooch on his lips. 

"Oh, I'll do a lot more than that," Evan says into his ear as he sits back up. "Feeling a bathroom break coming on."

Tommy looks down at his phone. The bar's backed up, too; they have twenty minutes or so. "Alright, you menace," he says, pushing back from the table. "Let's make it quick."

[jude-duarte-wannabe]

the broadway bug; pt one

@hugleclerc and @isaadore it's finally finished! I hope it turned out alright <3 love you guys and thanks for taking a look at what i'd written.

pairing; charles leclerc x marcy lace montgomery faceclaim: gracie abrams

blurb; when artist met athlete and they turned eachothers world's upside down.

warnings; grinding, dirty thoughts, google translated french, hair pulling, dirty talking, being mutually horny, oral fem!receiving, unprotected sex [wrap it before you tap it], one night stand, morning after awkwardness, drunk/tipsy sex, sloppy kisses, slight mention of a belly bulge [let me know if i missed anything!]

currently playing; woke up late by drax project ft hailee steinfeld "last night we met at one, drank 'til two, danced 'til four, walked you home, awake 'til dawn, slept 'til noon and now i want more, i got that taste, it's in my mouth, it's like i had too much last night but it just felt so right"

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your back hit the door with a thud as you gasped into the mouth of the tall firm body pressed against you, hands sneaking under his shirt with an eagerness of seeking out new territory.

his skin was warm beneath your hands and you could feel the muscles tense under your delicate featherlight touch, his hands gripped at your hair as you lips met in a sloppy wet kiss.

"i didn't catch your name" you giggled in a moment of respite from his heavy assault upon your mouth "charles" he muttered before attacked your mouth once more as the door to your apartment fell open sending you both tumbling back inside.

"marcy" you murmured but it seemed this charles character couldn't care in the moment as his fingers began to play with the strings of your lace up cami, fingers pulling in earnest.

you'd had no clue that you'd be going home with a guy tonight let alone one that you didn't know, your best friend of fifteen years had decided to take you out in celebration of landing the role of eliza schuyler in hamilton the musical.

you'd first met this charles when you were around four drinks in, already at the bar asking for your fifth and he'd appeared beside you, ordering another round for his table.

it was the off season and he was celebrating with his future teammate lewis who said that he just had to see new york and others including his current teammate carlos "i'm going to miss you mate" charles mumbled "it won't be the same without you" he'd told carlos, they'ed become like brothers and while it was nothing like the relationship carlos had with lando, charles would trust carlos with his life.

"buy me another drink and then we can get sappy darling" carlos chuckled, it had been a running joke the past four years that they had spent together, calling eachother endearing names.

"yes sweetie" charles chuckled back, finding his balance as he stood, already being a little tipsy and that's that how you both came to stand at the bar at the right time to meet eachother while waiting for new rounds of drinks.

he'd accidentally bumped you as he'd approached "m'sorry" oh now that was a smile you knew would be worth sinning for you thought as you gazed into those perfect soulful green eyes "it's alright" you smiled back.

god must have a cruel sense of humor throwing you in charles's way, he wasn't looking to go home with anyone but he was quickly changing his mind, was the temperature in this bar getting warmer or was that his mind playing tricks on him for the way gazed at you.

but he couldn't help himself, you looked so pretty in your lacy little camisole, he swallowed when he thought he caught sight of your pebbled nipples beneath the fabric, his mind began to wander as he thought about what they might feel like beneath his fingers or better yet.. between his lips.

he shook his head to get rid of the thoughts as the bartender placed his drinks on the tray in front of him, he looked down and when he gazed back your way, you'd started walking away, he reacted quicker than he would during a race.

his hand reached out and grabbed your arm gently, he had to get to know you, you spun around when you felt the hand on your arm, although the touch was featherlight, you felt it... the touch sending shivers zapping up and down your spine, he'd barely touched you and he already had heat pooling in the pit of your stomach.

"do you want have your drink with me and my friends, i can pay for it too, make up for bumping into you" he offered in that smooth husky voice that you'd begun to realize you'd do just about anything for including dropping to your knees right then and there to give him a blowjob that would have him writing his vows on a bar napkin.

and oh how you'd wanted to agree so fast but the lingering thought in the back of your brain told you no.. you were here with your friends.

but his eyes were begging you, those sweet soulful eyes and well fuck it.. it was a night to have fun "you know what.. sure" you nodded as you glanced back your friends who were all tangled around eachother on the dancefloor.

when charles returned with you, his friends looked surprised "now who is this mate" lewis chuckled but charles dismissed them with the words "a friend"

great you thought, already friend-zoned but if you had anything to do with it, you'd change his mind by the end of the night, you however had no clue that he'd already begun to regret his words.

you watched as he sat and offered you a seat on his lap, you swallowed at the thought of it, the idea of being able to feel him through his jeans and your skirt.

fast forward two hours later and your basically grinding against eachother as you made your way out of the dingy little downtown bar, hailing a taxi at a fast pace, you and charles had talked for hours and yet neither of your names came up and right now neither of you could care as his lips met the sensitive skin behind your ear as you still tried desperately to hail a taxi which led to the current moment.

you couldn't keep your hands off eachother as you stumbled back towards the bedroom of your studio apartment, pulling eachothers clothes off in hast, you were desperate to feel the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips, to hear the groans that would slip past his lips as your nails dragged down his back.

you were stripped bare of all but your lacy black underwear while he was still adorned in his jeans as your back hit the bed and the little oof you let out at the impact made him sigh.. fuck you were adorable.

you weren't sure if it was the mass amount of alcohol floating through your bloodstream or the heat radiating between your bodies but the sight of him standing before you made your mind even hazier than it currently was, it like all your thoughts had vanished as you gazed at the muscles of his taught chest and his strong arms.. oh yeah no your thoughts were long gone, floating on a phantom wind like autumn leaves in a cool afternoon breeze.. this man was about to be the death of you.

the weight of his body pressing against yours as he climbed over your trembling frame was heavenly "you excited sweetheart" he muttered as his lips found your collar bone, that was the first time you'd noticed his accent, french and it was thick in his throat and fuck did you love it.

"please keep talking" you gasped as your fingers gripped at his hair, tugging gently, your whispered breathless words brought a chuckle from his throat "you like my accent sweet girl" he asked darkly to which you merely nodded, as you pulled him closer.

"et si je parle en français, c'est gentil" [and if i speak in french sweet thing] he murmured against your skin which caused you to shudder underneath him "relax sweet thing" he chuckled as he felt the movement.

your fingers threaded through his hair to pull him even closer which theoretically wasn't possible but you couldn't help but try.. charles on the other hand couldn't help but believe that he was finally able to make his earlier thoughts to come to life.. he felt like he was living in a dream as his lips enclosed around you breast, sucking and licking at the skin as though he was a man starved.

"oh god.." your head tipped back against the mountain of pillows that made up your bed "your hardly doing anything and your driving me insane" you groaned out fingers tugging at his brown locks, you could have sworn you felt the cocky smirk that spread across his face at your words.

it wasn't long before his lips released your breast.. thumb rubbing over your nipple in fascination.. before he once more began to kiss his way down your body, lips tracing every dip and curve of your body.

your stomach tensed as his lips kissed his way down the length of your body, tongue darting out to lick at your skin as he went, tasting every inch of you.

"so sweet darling, want to eat you up" the grin that adorned his face was deadly, when your body shuddered beneath his touch, he knew there was no more denying eachother of the thing you both wanted.. his mouth on you and the taste of you on his tongue.

the soft featherlight kisses that he placed against your core through the lace of your panties had you tensing and bucking your hips against his face, with a smile even deadlier than the last, he wrapped his arms under your thighs and across your stomach, pinning you to the mattress.

"gotta stop squirming sweet thing" charles breath was hot against your core as he chuckled, pulling the barely there scrap of lace you called underwear to the side, it was torturous the way he placed soft kisses to the pussy lips.

as your fingers tangled through the soft locks of his beautiful brown hair, he knew you'd had enough of his teasing, your hands pushing his head closer to where you desired him most, when the tip of his nose brushed against your sensitive clit, he could have sworn the sound you let out was orgasm worthy.

he wriggled a little, trying to get rid of the feeling, he was not about turn back into the insecure teenage boy he once was, the boy that would be so close to cumming in his pants when a girl simply said hello to him.

cloud nine was really the only way to describe the feeling zipping through your body when he finally made his move, tongue dipping into your folds and licking one gentle swipe up across your cunt.

charles felt his eyes roll as he finally tasted you, so sweet like honey or maybe even champagne, you were addicting, a new drug he couldn't get enough of.

you felt he was treating you as some kind of meal with the way he was eating you out, his tongue dragging through your folds and licking up every drop of your sweet juices like he hadn't eaten in days.

it wasn't long before he had you cumming on his tongue, juices flowing into his mouth but he didn't stop, he merely pinned you harder to the mattress and kept going at you like some three course meal.

it was overstimulating the way he kept licking and sucking at your cunt, the whines that slipped past your red raw lips you'd been gnawing at the whole time were like an angel's voice to charles ears but the tug you gave to his hair let him know it felt the opposite "no more... no more" you gasped.

charles pulled back unwillingly "but you taste too good to stop.." he whined in protest "later" you promised, grabbing at him, trying to pull him closer, his body clambered back up and above yours, hands caging around your head as he leaned down close to your face.

your lips smashed together, hands coming up to cup his face as your kissed sloppily, you could taste yourself on his lips and tongue "i see what you mean" you purred as your tongue wiped across your bottom lip.

"holy fuck... your gonna be the death of me" charles groaned out, his voice turning hoarse at the sight of you, it wasn't long before his jeans had been discarded and joined the rest of your clothes on the apartment floor, scattered around to hunt for tomorrow morning.

"shit!" you squealed as charles's hands took a firm hold on your hips and lifted you closer to him, aching to slip inside you but not wanting to cum too fast, he took a moment to admire your fully naked quivering form beneath him, the mere sight of you was becoming embedded into his memory for later use, it would also haunt his dreams later... not that he knew that fact in the moment.

with a few soft reassuring words and your hands tightly gripping the sheets beneath you, you tensed as the first nudge of his cock entering your wet, tight, hot walls could be felt.

the position he currently had you in made the feeling all that more breathtaking, the groan of pleasure mixed with utter relief escaped your mouth, head slamming back against the pillows, eyes rolling to the back of your skull as he railed his hips in and out of you like a rabbit in heat.

"oh god... fuck" his voice was low as the words escaped his parted lips, charles's head pressed against the mattress next to yours, hips picking up speed with every thrust

"how the hell are you deep" your words a rasp in charles's ear as your body moved, hands gripping at his shoulders for support, holding on for dear life, almost though you'd tumble over the edge and not return if you let go. the pleasure zipping through your body was intense and yet you never wanted it to end.

charles gazed downwards at your words and almost came from what he saw "oh putain" he cursed, hand pressing to the base of your stomach and pushing down on the little bump that formed there with every thrust "shit!" you squealed at his actions, teeth biting at his shoulder to avoid anymore overly loud sounds coming out of your mouth, you didn't need a noise complainant tomorrow morning.

it wasn't long before the both of you were tumbling over the edge, multiple curses slipping out, your grip on his shoulders loosened as you slowly came down from the highest peak anyone had ever brought you to "what the fuck was that" you breathed out softly.

charles slowly rolled off of you, body landing with a soft thud on the mattress next to yours, being ever so smug he merely gazed you with a soft smirk playing at his lips, he rolled onto his stomach and moved around a little until his fingers trailed across your skin, his touch featherlight as his fingers created little patterns out of your freckles and his lips pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder.

the two of you lay there in silence for a good while, unsure of what to say to each other in that moment, the silence was only slightly awkward yet comforting in way that soon lulled you both to sleep, charles's arm still lightly draped across your body as soft snores filled the room.

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waking up the next morning, you had to squint to keep the sun out of your eyes, why the hell didn't you close the curtains you cursed yourself but at the same time, the warmth was nice to wake up to, it helped to ease the headache pounding against your skull.

"this is why i don't drink" you muttered, rolling onto your side, when you did you had to rub your eyes to make sure that you weren't hallucinating the man currently laying face down on your bed just small shuffle away, that's when all the memories and thoughts from the previous night hit you hard, how good he'd made you feel and the accent he held which made every word that tumbled from his soft yet slightly chapped lips sound even better.

you also couldn't stop yourself from thinking how nice he'd been to talk before you'd even made it back your apartment, if only you could remember his name; chris.. no, carl.. definitely not, charlie sounded almost right but not quite there and so in order to avoid hurting your brain anymore, you decided to just settle on his name being charlie for now.

as you there gazing at him, you couldn't but admire him, the way the morning sun peaking through the windows of your studio apartment illuminated his features in a way that made him look like some kind of greek god, his soft lips lightly parted as even softer sounds escaped them. you admired his slightly flushed cheeks and cute fluffy morning bed hair, he looked adorable.

the thoughts that swirled in your brain as you admired him were consistent, he was cute, he is really good in bed and others like it but there was one that more prominent than the others, how awkward this would be when he woke up and it's not like you could sneak out while he still slept, you normally would but that was when it was their apartments or hotel rooms, this time, it was yours.

as you contemplated the predicament that you had currently found yourself in, the man you had dubbed as charlie began to stir next to you "shit, shit, shit" you cursed under your breath, you watched as his eyelids slowly began to flutter, letting you know that he was slowly waking up. you quickly debated your choices in your head, you could either pretend to still be asleep for face the morning after conversation that was about to take place head on.

however before you could decide between choices, his eyes fully opened, revealing the most striking greenish blue you'd ever seen, you felt like you could almost drown in them, in the current morning light you couldn't stop yourself from thinking that his eyes looked even more captivating in this moment than they ever did in the lights of the cheep shitty bar you'd him in last night.

"buongiorno.." he mumbled, voice still rough with sleep was like heaven to listen to and that accent.. it was distinctly European you couldn't help but think but there was something else to it was well, he sounded french but you didn't want to assume, his accent overall had made his simple greeting sound effortless, you watched as blinked several times, seemingly taking in his surroundings with ever growing confusion.

"morning.. charlie" you greeted awkwardly, testing out the name that you'd settled on after not being able to fully remember his real name. you watched as he brow furrowed slightly and he cleared his throat "it's ah.. it's charles actually" he offered you a polite but strained smile "but ah.. close enough I guess"

you groaned at your own mistake before gazing at him again "marcy.." you muttered softly, "i'm marcy.. in case you forgot"

"marcy.." charles repeated, as if he were testing the name on his tongue. "I.. I didn't forget" the slight hesitation in his voice betrayed him completely. "sure you didn't" you replied with a knowing smirk.

the awkward silence that followed was almost palpable as you both lay there, two strangers who knew each other's bodies but very little else. charles shifted uncomfortably, causing the sheet to rustle around him "this is your apartment then.. i'm guessing" he asked, stating what you both knew was painfully obvious all while his eyes continued to dart around your studio apartment, taking in all the little details that made you, you.

"no.. last night I broke in and brought you along for the thrill" you deadpanned before you could stop yourself, your hangover was making your word filter malfunction "oh god.. un, sorry, yes.. this is my place" you groaned out quietly, hiding your head under your pillow in embarrassment.

he chuckled nervously, running a hand through his disheveled hair, you peaked out from under the pillow at the same time and your gaze couldn't help but follow his movement, the way his bicep flexed with such a simple action, the memories of those arms had felt wrapped around you last night flashed through you mind as you moved your back out from under the pillow so that he could see your face fully again.

"I like your.. ah" charles gestured vaguely around the room, his eyes landing on the framed playbill posters on your wall "... your ah.. theater things" ah bless him you couldn't help but think, trying to break the awkward tension between the two of you with casual conversation.

"theater things.." you repeated, unable to hold back a soft snort "that's.. very specific" as his eyes lingered on one particular piece of your framed memorabilia, you saw the recognition slowly begin to dawn on his face "wait.. you're.. are you that marcy? marcy montgomery from thoroughly modern millie.. my maman loved you in that" he murmured as he gazed at you.

you felt your cheeks heat up, it always caught you off guard when people recognized you, your role as dorothy in the hit broadway show back in 2012 had earned you some recognition in new york but you weren't exactly a household name, at least you didn't think that you were.

"ah.. guilty as charged" you admitted, pulling the sheet higher around your chest, suddenly beginning to feel much more exposed than you had just mere moments ago "though i'm surprised that a.." you trailed off, realizing that you had absolutely no clue who charles really was or what exactly it was that he did for a living.

"formula one driver" he supplied, saving you from your own embarrassment "I drive for ferrari.." your mouth dropped open in shock, now it was your turn to be impressed and yet mortified at the same time, you'd gone home with a race-car driver and had spent the morning calling him by the wrong name.

"formula one" you repeated dumbly, almost like he had done with your name earlier "as in like.. the cars that go really fast?" charles's lips quirked up in amusement then "well that's.. one way to put it, yes" he replied

"that's why you've got the accent.. italian.. right?" you guessed, knowing immediately from the expression that came to adorn his face that you were wrong "monégasque" he corrected you gently "from monaco"

you laughed then, face falling into your hands as another soft groan escaped you "alright well now i'm glad i guessed italian, my original guess was that you were french.." you admitted.

charles couldn't stop himself from laughing at that, it was a genuine sound that momentarily cut through the awkwardness "well, you weren't entirely wrong.. monaco is very close to france and many of us speak french so your instincts weren't completely off" he replied with a soft smile

"small victories.." you mumbled, attempting to smooth down your bed head with one hand while still keeping the sheet secured with the other "so.. you're like, pretty famous then.. yeah"

charles shrugged at your question, a gesture that was somehow both humble and confident at the same time "in certain circles.. yes but not like you and broadway thought, that's real talent"

"oh.. says the man whom drives death machines at three hundred kilometers per hour" you shot back. "that's a fair point" he conceded with a small smile that made your stomach do an inconvenient flip, you were just going to blame it on the hangover.

another silence settled between you then, it was less awkward than before but still had a sense of lingering uncertainty, you both seemed to be calculating your nest moves as if planning a race strategy or blocking for a complicated dance number.

"I should probably.." charles finally broke the silence, gesturing vaguely towards a pile of clothes on your floor that were unmistakably his.

"right.. yes" you nodded too quickly, wincing as your head protested against the sudden movement "and I should probably..." you trailed off, realizing that you actually had nowhere to go, this was your apartment after all.

charles seemed to slowly register your dilemma "I.. I can go to the bathroom while you.." he made another vague gesture that somehow encompassed the entire concept of the morning after composure. "that would be.." you couldn't seem to find exactly the right word "helpful"

as charles gathered his scattered clothes from the floor, you couldn't help but notice a flash of red fabric - ferrari branded boxer, of course it was, you quickly adverted your eyes, feeling your face become flush again as charles made a quick dash for your bathroom.

the moment that the bathroom door clicked shut behind him, you scrambled out of bed, suddenly very aware of your complete nakedness, you grabbed the first two things you could find - an over sized 'nyu drama club' shirt and a pair of black yoga pants that has definitely seen better days, you ran your fingers through your tangled hair, knowing your hairbrush was in the bathroom. you couldn't help but grimace at your reflection in the mirror of your dresser, last nights mascara had created quite the impressive raccoon circles under your eyes.

"great.." you muttered, your licking your thumb and attempting to smudge away the worst of it "very fucking glamorous marcy" you muttered to yourself

from the bathroom, you could hear water running, followed by what sounded like a hushed phone conversation, probably calling his friends who were wondering where he'd disappeared to last night, you suddenly wondered how just how famous charles might actually be, famous enough to be spotted at breakfast spots or maybe famous enough that you should be concerned about paparazzi outside your apartment building. the thought sent you scrambling to your bedroom window to check the street below you, just the usual morning traffic and hurried new yorkers with coffee cups in hand running late for work, no suspicious characters with zoom lenses.

you breathed a sigh of relief just as the bathroom door opened, charles emerged looking considerably more put together than when he'd entered, hair damp and face clearly washed, he'd managed to make yesterday's rumpled clothes somehow look intentional, in that effortless european way that had always eluded you.

"I'm sorry about that" he said, holding up his phone "my friends were.. concerned about my whereabouts" he mumbled "well did you tell them that you were with dorothy from thoroughly modern millie" you joked weakly.

"actually, I told them I was with another friend.." charles replied, his eyes meeting yours with a strange sincerity that made your breath catch "I hope that, that's alright"

"a friend.." you repeated, unsure why such a simple word made your heart do a little stutter "yeah, that's.. ah accurate, I guess" charles rubbed the back of his neck, looking around your apartment as if searching for the right words "well.. I should probably get going"

"right, of course" you nodded, suddenly feeling oddly deflated, this was how one-night stands were meant to end, polite and quick goodbyes with absolutely no string attached.. so why did this feel so different "it was very nice meeting you.. marcy" he said, extending his hand as if for a handshake but realized the absurdity of the gesture after what you'd shared last night and dropped it awkwardly to his side.

"you too.. charles" you replied, crossing your arms over your chest, suddenly feeling very shy despite everything, he moved towards the door and as he went to grab the doorknob, you stopped him with your words, suddenly wanting to get to know him better when you realized that him leaving meant that you'd never see him again "do you want to stay for coffee" you blurted out.

charles froze with his hand lingering on the doorknob, clearly caught completely off guard by your sudden invitation, he turned back to face you, his eyebrows slightly raised in surprise "coffee?" he repeated, as if testing the word.

you immediately regretted your very impulsive offer, "I mean, if you have time that is.. you probably don't, you've most likely got plans with your friends or whatever it is formula one drivers do" you were rambling now, your hangover causing words to spill from your mouth quicker than your brain could filter them.

"actually.." charles glanced down briefly before looking back up to meet your gaze "I don't actually have any plans today.." you hadn't been expecting that, now what to do "oh.. well um, my coffee maker is completely ancient so don't be expecting anything fancy"

charles smiled, the tension in his shoulders visibly easing "i'm not too picky about coffee after a night out..." he trailed off "right.." you nodded, heat rising to your cheeks again "well make yourself comfortable.." you gestured towards your couch with a soft smile on your face

you moved from your spot, making your way towards your kitchen, the open layout still allowed you to be able to communicate with charles while you worked, you couldn't help but fumble with the coffee maker, the familiar routine gave your hands something to do as your mind raced with one singular question repeating itself; what were you hoping would happen by inviting him to stay..

"nice place.." charles commented, flopping down onto your couch "it's very... new york"

"well that's a polite way to say small and overpriced" you replied with a wry smile as you continued measuring the coffee grounds "I meant it has character" he clarified "monaco is beautiful but can be a bit.. sterile at times"

"I've never been, so I wouldn't know" you admitted, pressing the button on the coffee maker before turning to look at him, your body leaning against the edge of the kitchen counter "to monaco or any part of europe actually"

"never" charles seemed genuinely surprised by your words "even with your career" he questioned to which you shook your head "broadway shows don't typically tour europe, you have the odd west end show that comes here from time to time but it's not usually the other way around" you explained.

"well that's a shame" charles murmured, looking thoughtful "european audiences would love you" the compliment caught you completely off guard and so you busied yourself with pulling mismatched mugs from the cabinet just to hide your pleased smile "so what brings you to new york exactly.." you questioned, trying to change the subject.

"my new teammate for new year, lewis, he loves new york and said I just had to see it" he explained in brief "and so.. how are you liking it so far" you asked, raising an eyebrow at his words, a faint blush began to cover his cheeks "it has been.. memorable"

the coffee maker sputtered to completion and so you poured two mugs "milk, sugar?" you asked before picking them up "black is just fine" he replied, wrapping his hands around the mug as he watched you take a seat on the small couch next to him "thank you" he muttered.

as you sat, pressed close together due the small size of sofa, you suddenly became aware of just how intimate this felt - sharing coffee in your tiny living room, the both of you still slightly disheveled from the night before, yet a strange domesticity hung in the air, completely at odds with your usual one night stand protocol, you couldn't help but think that this was something you could indeed get used to.

"so.." you began, not knowing where you were going with it "formula one huh.. must be intense" charles gave a small laugh "well, that's one word for it.. it's my whole life" he offered in return

"how did you get into it?"

charles's eyes lit up your question and so he launched into a story about karting as a child, the influence his father had on him, a story all about chasing his dream and you found yourself genuinely fascinated, not just by what he was saying but by how he was saying it, the passion for his job evident in his voice and the animated way his hands moved as he spoke.

"sorry.." he said suddenly, cutting himself off mid sentence "i'm talking too much"

"no" you assured him, surprised to find that you really meant it "it's interesting.. really" you reached across, hand squeezing his gently in confirmation before falling back into your lap.

he swallowed as you squeezed his hand, having not have expected it at all "so ah.. what about you" he asked, taking a sip of his coffee "how exactly did you end up on broadway" now it was your turn to tell your story, about dance classes from the age of four, about the local community theater where you'd grown up all up to the audition that changed everything. as you spoke, you realized how long it had been since you'd talked about your journey with someone who wasn't a close relative, friend or someone who was already in the business, it was nice being able to talk to someone who asked you questions out of genuine curiosity rather than just professional networking.

"and now?.." charles asked you "what are you working on now?"

you smiled at the question "I just got casted as eliza in hamilton for the cast reunion shows, the original actresses couldn't do it cause she was too busy.." you explained

"hamilton?" charles's eyes widened with recognition. "even in monaco we know it, those songs are everywhere."

you smiled, "it's pretty surreal, honestly., i've been understudying for months, but when they called me for the lead..." you trailed off, shaking your head. "it still doesn't feel real."

"I understand that feeling," charles said softly. "my first time in a ferrari was like that, something you've dreamed about for so long suddenly becoming a reality."

your eyes met and there was an unexpected understanding between you, two people from completely different worlds who yet somehow recognized the same emotional landscape, the coffee in your mugs had since grown lukewarm yet neither of you seemed to notice as you discarded your mugs on the nearby coffee table, the late morning sun filtering through your windows casted a gentle glow across your apartment. you were about to ask him more about racing when your phone buzzed loudly on the coffee table.

"oh.. i'm sorry" you muttered, glancing at the screen to see it was your best friend; phoebe calling, charles merely stood "I should go anyway.. I've already imposed on your morning more than I intended to" a pang of disappointment hit you as you watched him collect himself, straightening out his shirt and running a hand through his soft hair, you silenced your phone, letting the call go to voicemail.

"it's just my friend, she can wait.. you don't have to rush off" you blurted out quickly "unless you have somewhere you need to be" you really didn't want him to go, you were enjoying his company far too much.

charles paused, already halfway to the door, his expression shifting as he considered your words. he turned back to face you, running a hand through his dark hair.

"I don't have anywhere urgent to be," he admitted, his voice softer than before. "It's just... I didn't want to overstay my welcome."

"you're not," you assured him quickly, perhaps too quickly, but the genuine smile that spread across his face in response made your momentary eagerness worth it, he settled back onto your couch, his lanky frame relaxing into the cushions. "so hamilton, huh? that's a big deal."

"yeah," you nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you settled beside him, close but not touching, which was surprising considering how small your couch really was "i still pinch myself sometimes, just thinking about it" you admitted with a soft smile adorning your features, charles smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I know exactly what you mean, I still do the same with ferrari."

"so how long have you been racing?" you asked, genuinely curious about his world that seemed so far removed from broadway, "since I was four," he replied, his expression softening with nostalgia. "my father put me in a go-kart, and that was it, i knew even then what I wanted to do with my life." he paused, studying your face, "what about you, huh marcy? was performing always the dream?"

hearing your name on his lips sent an unexpected warmth through you. "my mom took me to see hairspray when I was six, I came home and announced I was going to be on broadway someday." you laughed softly. "she probably thought it was just a phase."

"but it wasn't," charles said, his voice warm with understanding, "no" you agreed. "dance classes, voice lessons, community theater, i was obsessed and then nyu for musical theater and after graduation, there was the endless cycle of auditions, rejections, waitlisting..." you shrugged.

"and now hamilton," he finished for you "that's amazing.. really" the sincerity in his voice touched you, so many people in your life had supported your dreams, but few truly understood the sacrifice and dedication required to make them reality, yet here was this not so strange anymore stranger who seemed to get it immediately.

"racing seems even more competitive," you offered. "I mean, there are what, only twenty formula one drivers in the world?"

charles nodded. "twenty seats and hundreds of drivers who would kill for just one of them." his accent thickened slightly as he continued, "the pressure is...intense, one bad season and sometimes even a few bad races, and they're looking to replace you."

"how do you handle it?" you asked softly, he was quiet for a moment, his gaze drifting toward your window "i remind myself that i'm living my dream, even on the hardest days." he looked back at you. "and you, how will you handle opening night in one of the biggest shows on broadway?"

"probably by throwing up backstage," you joked, though there was truth in it. "but then the music will start, and everything else will fade away." you hesitated, then added more seriously, "it's the only time I feel truly present, when i'm performing, it's like nothing exists outside that moment."

"that's exactly how it feels in the car," charles said, leaning forward slightly, his eyes alight with recognition. "the focus narrows until there's nothing but you and the track and the absolute edge of what's possible." you stared at each other for a beat, the connection between you palpable, two people who understood what it meant to pursue something with every fiber of their being, who understood what it was like to live for those moments.

"it's strange," you murmured, "how someone who drives at 300 miles per hour could understand my world so well."

"perhaps not so strange," he countered softly. "passion is passion, no matter what form it takes." your phone buzzed again from the coffee table, but neither of you glanced toward it, the space between you had shrunk somehow, though you weren't sure which of you had moved closer.

"how much longer are you in new york for" you asked, charles's expression softened as he considered your question. "i'm actually here for another week," he revealed, leaning back slightly against your couch cushions, you couldn't help the smile that spread across your face at his words.

"so this is going to sound a little weird.. but i'd like to get to know you a bit more.." you admitted then, unsure of how he would take it, after all this had all started as a one night stand.

charles smiled, his green eyes crinkling in the corners softly "I don't think that sounds weird at all" he said, voice soft "I was actually hoping that you might say something like that"

relief washed over you. "really?" you asked him, just wanting to double check on his answer "really," he confirmed, shifting slightly closer on the small couch "there's something about you, marcy... I can't quite explain it but hen I woke up this morning, I should have been thinking about my friends waiting for me at the hotel, but all I could think about was finding a reason to stay a little longer."

your heart fluttered at his admission. "so what does your vacation look like for the rest of the week?" you asked, trying to sound casual despite the warmth spreading through your chest.

"well," charles ran a hand through his dark hair, "my friends and I had plans to see some sights, check out some restaurants, it's very rare that I get time away from racing to just be... normal." he paused, looking at you with a hint of vulnerability in his expression "but I'm sure they wouldn't mind if I disappeared for an evening or two, maybe you could show me your new york? the places tourists don't know about?"

"i'd like that," you said, unable to contain your smile, the conversation flowed easily between you, minutes stretching into hours as you discovered more about each other. charles told you about growing up in monaco, about the weight of carrying on his father's legacy, about how these rare getaways with his childhood friends and sometimes the other drivers kept him grounded during the whirlwind of the racing season. and you shared stories of your hometown, the countless auditions and rejections before finally landing your big break.

as afternoon sunlight shifted across your apartment floor, you both realized how much time had passed, charles glanced at his watch with evident reluctance.

"i really should go this time," he said, though he made no move to stand. "my friends have probably been texting me wondering if I'm still alive."

"i know," you replied, equally reluctant to end this unexpected connection. "I have rehearsal in a couple of hours anyway." charles nodded, finally rising from the couch, you walked him to the door, a comfortable silence falling between you, at the threshold, he turned to face you, his tall frame almost filling the doorway.

"thank you for today" he said softly. "and for the conversation, this wasn't exactly how I planned for my day to go, but..." he smiled, "it's turned out better than I could have imagined."

"I know what you mean," you admitted, looking up at him, charles took a step closer, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. the touch sent electricity through you, and you found yourself leaning into his palm as it cupped your cheek.

"may I?" he whispered, his accent thicker than before, his eyes searching yours, you nodded, rising slightly on your toes as he bent down, the kiss was gentle at first, tentative, his lips soft against yours but as your hands found their way to his shoulders, the kiss deepened, becoming something more certain, more promising, you could feel the rapid beating of his heart matching your own, the warmth of his body as he pulled you closer.

when you finally broke apart, you were both slightly breathless. charles rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closed.

"my friends will tease me endlessly about this," he murmured with a soft laugh. "disappearing after a night out and coming back with stars in my eyes."

"worth it?" you asked with a playful smile.

"completely," he answered without hesitation. "I'll text you later?"

"You better," you replied. "I want to know which tourist trap your friends are dragging you to next so I can suggest something better."

with one last quick kiss, he reluctantly stepped back into the hallway. "until tomorrow, then.. tour guide" his last words before disappearing down your apartment buildings hallway pulled one final laugh from you.

as you closed the door behind him, you leaned against it, fingers touching your lips where his had been moments before. your phone buzzed again—probably phoebe, desperate to know where you disappeared to last now and why you'd been ignoring her all day but for now, you wanted to savor this feeling: the unexpected connection with someone who, despite coming from a world so different from your own, somehow understood you completely.

you smiled to yourself, your life had always been about the stage but suddenly, your world seemed to have expanded to include the city monaco and a certain formula one driver with green eyes and a soft accent who had come to new york for a vacation with friends and somehow found his way to your door, as you lent against it, you couldn't help but think about nothing except for seeing him again.

marcy.on.stage

marcy.on.stage: today's occupation: tour guide

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[burninglavenderincense]

conversations on sleep

spencer and reader have a conversation that leads to the next step in their relationship

Spencer was sitting at the bar throwing his head back laughing at a joke you just told him. To be fair, he wasn't even sure if he really got the meaning of it, it sounded like something something pop culture but he truly did not care. If he was a little less tipsy he might have asked you to explain it to him, but for once in his life he wasn't in the mood for explanations, he just wanted to feel. Which is exactly what happened whenever he was around you. You made his mind go practically blank, something he had longed for ever since his brain became occupied by all this everlasting noise. He even allowed himself to drink a little tonight, knowing you'd be there to take care of him. And now you were looking up at him with those eyes of yours that he thinks are way too dangerous for the general public to be able to see, he's sure he'd start a war for you to just keep looking at him. He catches himself in the thought and almost blushes, heat rising to his cheeks and ears as he gets embarrassed at his own mind. If you notice you decide not to say anything and he's just so grateful for you and your kindness.

"You want another drink, Spence?" you snap him out of his thoughts, gesturing to his almost empty glass, a small smile on your lips that has been there ever since you greeted him today, pulling him into a hug he's still currently recovering from. He swallows before shaking his head subtly. "You know, I think I've had enough for now. But I'd love to get you another one, if you'd like". He can't help but notice how he talks differently with you, softer than usual. Now it was your turn to shake your head. "Oh no, this is my last one for the night, I really don't wanna get drunk. I wouldn't want you to have to play Dr. Reid tomorrow morning to fix my hangover." Spencer really blushes this time. He wasn't sure if you even noticed the innuendo of your words, the implication that you'd be spending the night together. His thoughts were racing back and forth about whether to address what you've just said or simply ignore it. Tonight, he decided he would be bold. "Tomorrow morning?" he asked almost a little breathlessly, his heart racing in his chest. Your eyes ghosted over his face, your tongue darting out to lick your lips, a nervous habit Spencer had noticed the first time he was granted the gift of being in your presence when he approached you in this exact bar a little over a month ago. Okay, a month and eight days ago, he was in fact counting. "I didn't want to...push anything onto you. It's just an offer, you don't have to take it up or anything. I just thought it'd be practical since I live right around the corner and then you wouldn't have to walk home alone and I wouldn't have to worry about you". So you did mean what you said. Spencer almost can't believe your words, looking at you in shock at how you're even able to think that he'd ever decline such an offer. He would hate himself if he didn't take any chance he could get to spend the most time with you as possible, to simply have you near him. Then he gets himself together and gives you an honest smile that turns into a small chuckle. "Of course I want to." He reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before his hand rests on your cheek, cupping it softly whilst his thumb draws slow circles on to your skin. Spencer feels you lean into his touch as an immediate response and he just cannot believe his luck. "Did you know that studies have shown that sharing a bed can lead to increased REM sleep, better sleep efficiency, and more overall sleep compared to sleeping alone?" Your smile widens at his words and you let out a small laugh, his hand reluctantly falls away from your face. "So you just want to spend the night with me to maximize your sleep efficiency?" And he's blushing again. It's almost embarrassing how much he blushes for a man his age but he simply cannot bring himself to care. Not when you're the reason for it. Before he knows, an honest laugh bubbles out of him. "You know that's not what I meant. Besides, both of our sleep efficiency would improve." "Well, then we better test that theory out, huh?" you say with a small smirk as you slip down from the barstool and grab his hand. He smiles down at himself and shakes his head in disbelief at how he has finally been granted something like this, especially with someone like you. He returns his gaze to look right into your eyes "Lead the way, pretty girl."

[binniesbooks]

• YOU DON'T WANT HIM TO KNOW, DO YOU?

SB 000 .F23 2024

wc 4k

pairings brother'sbestfriend!Soobin x fem!reader

warnings lot of curses, mouth to mouth passing of liquid, making out, oral sex, slight somno, degradation, protected sex, pet names, dom!soobin (idk what else did I miss)

faye's note I saw Soobin's ig post last night and the cogs and wheels of my brain started working lmao. But I wasn't able to post it immediately because of power interruption, it sucks. Tsk. Anyway, hope you enjoy this! Oh, btw, fuck Tumblr for messing it up again agh!

You had known Soobin for years now. He was your brother's best friend, the kind of guy who was always around, cracking jokes and lending a hand in whatever task you were working on. Soobin has been the most gentle person you've ever met, or so you thought.

But lately, things have shifted. You found yourself drawn to him in a way that was more than just friendship, a stirring attraction that you couldn’t seem to shake. Soobin is not that dumb to not know and knew how to connect the dots.

From the way you welcomed him even if his best friend was not around, the way you gave him water or food, the gazes he could feel you were throwing at him even if his back was turned to you, the lingering touches you were giving with simple grazes of fingers, the way you changed your hairstyle to a high ponytail, the way you kept on using thin clothes whenever he was around and the way you join them whenever they are playing because you never did these things before.

On your brother's birthday, the three of you had been hanging out in your brother's house. Laughter echoed through the rooms, and the smell of barbecue wafted from the backyard where your brother was busy grilling. The moment felt all too ordinary, yet sparkles of tension crackled between Soobin and you when you found yourselves alone in the living room, the rest of the world felt like it was fading away.

The air thickened with unspoken words as you sat close, the TV flickering in front of you. Soobin was just as aware of the shift, glancing at you from the corner of his eye, his usual carefree demeanor replaced with something more serious.

Your heart raced as your knees brushed against each other, a simple contact that sent electricity coursing through you.“Do you think he’ll be done soon?” you asked, trying to lighten the moment as you rocked yourself back and forth, but your voice trembled slightly.“Who, your brother? He loves taking his time,” Soobin replied with a smirk, but his gaze lingered on your lips for a moment too long.

"I'm done grilling, let's start drinking!" your brother announced as he marched with the container of barbeque in his hand.

The night passed with your brother's blabbering and boasting about things, like how he managed to raise you alone even when it's just the two of you, how he takes care of you and he doesn't want you to be taken by a man who didn't treat you with respect. You throw a few more glances at Soobin who's just sitting across you, and you can tell he's staring at you as well with the simple grins he shows whenever your eyes meet.

Your brother is most likely the kind of guy who can't handle his liquor, Soobin does handle his oddly fine, enough to stay conscious and aware of his surroundings. Aside from the bit of redness on his cheek and ears, you couldn't tell he was tipsy.

"He's out." You muttered as you stared at your brother snoring with his cheek pressed on the table, causing Soobin to snort as he poured the remaining alcohol into his glass. It's almost two in the morning.

"Can you carry him to the couch? I'll grab his blanket and pillows," you said dusting your shorts from anything you have sat on. Soobin just simply nodded.

"Stop staring, you'll end up making a cave in my head." You can feel how he's watching you behind your back as you are tucking your brother to sleep. Giving him pillows for him to sleep comfortably at least.

"Y/n," Soobin called the moment you're done. You replied with a simple "Hmm?" as you started to pick up the bottles, glasses, and plates cluttered around the table.

You turned your head to him when you did not hear him answer. He's sitting on one of the couches across the one you're brother was sleeping on, your eyes meet, the ends of his lips curving up.

"Have you tried drinking?" he asked, swirling the liquor in the glass he was holding. "I haven't. I wanna try though, I'm already beyond my legal age. But this asshole brother of mine does not want me to do so." You pouted as you jokingly raised the bottle you were holding to hit your sleeping brother.

"Your brother does seem to care for you so much." He grins once again, sipping on the alcohol.

"Why, of course. I'm his only family." You say as you sit at the armrest of the couch where your brother sleeps.

"Say, have you broken any of his rules?" he asked, running his hand through his hair. You nodded, causing his plump lips to stretch a bit.

You looked at your sleeping brother, "He used to tell me not to go out at night, but well, sometimes I sneak out, to be with my friends." You chuckled as you bit your lip. "Please don't tell him." You looked back at Soobin again. "Anything else?" He tilted his head to the side, still staring at you. "I...I was told not to be too close or friendly to other guys. He also told me not to like any of his friends because they're total assholes." Your voice slowly becomes faint as you fidget with your fingers.

The clink of glass he picked up on the table made you realize you were straight-out confessing, to one of his friends. You snapped back to him, "I-i mean..." You were out of words as you stared at his mused expression. Scared that he might tell your brother. You're screwed.

"Come here," he motions you to come in front of him. "You don't want me to tell this to him, is that right?" You nodded, embarrassed at what you've said and done. "Only if you do me one thing." He leaned back to the couch he was sitting on, his hand once again running through his hair. "That is...?"

"That is if you break one more damn rule of your brother. For me." He smiled at you, purposely pausing, emphasizing the last two words."I... I'll do it." He feels you're desperate as he watches you ball your fist while he can hear your thumping heart in the dead of night.

"Sit here." He tapped the space beside him as he picked up his glass of alcohol once again, his face painted with pure amusement. Just like being bewitched, you obeyed, sitting beside him.

He places his hand on the space behind you, "Pft, you're so tensed," he snickers. "One more rule, yeah?" He inquired, bringing his face closer to yours. "One..one more. Just one only..." You confirmed voice barely above a whisper.

He sipped on his glass as he held and tilted your face towards his. You breathed, gripping the couch to steady yourself. In an uncharacteristically bold move, Soobin closed the gap between you. You were too stunned to push him away. Hell, you liked it too much you couldn't push him away. He brushed his thumb on your lower lips before pressing his lips on yours, slowly letting the liquid flow out from his mouth to yours. That was it—the final push you needed. Maybe it was the fear you felt that he might tell your brother about your secrets or him being the reason you're breaking the rule, but at that moment, you wanted to break every unspoken rule. You parted your lips, you loved the taste, either his lips or the liquor, you don't know anymore. You place your hand on his chest ultimately clutching on his button-up shirt. His lips danced skillfully on yours, the liquid escaping, dripping to your chin.

He pulled away for a bit to look at you. Only to see you drooling as you look up at him with your hands tightly clutched on his button-up. "More... Please." his smile widened at you begging. "Greedy little girl, aren't you?" You lean unto his hand that is gently caressing your cheek. "Please.." you begged once more. He chugged the remaining liquor in his glass as he held your nape, crashing his lips on yours a little bit harder than last time, his other hand flew up your neck, feeling how you slowly gulped on the liquor mixed with his spit, he gently squeezed your neck, emitting a soft gasp from you as you sightly opened your mouth. He wasted no time shoving his tongue into your throat, practically making the dirtiest and nastiest kiss you've ever experienced.

You rubbed your thighs when he gently pulled at your hair, he's rough yet gentle. He's aggressive but careful. How ironic. You know this is wrong. You're kissing-- no you are making out with one of your brother's best friends, who was sleeping in front of you.

"You like this, don't you?" He taunted as he pulled your hair once more. It takes everything in you to not scream out in pleasure. His lips captured yours once more in a fervent kiss that ignited a wildfire within you. You melted into him, the taste of anticipation on your tongue, the weight of what you were doing fueling the heat of the moment. The kiss deepened, and you felt yourself surrender to what was happening. You pressed your body closer to his, your connection growing more urgent. It was reckless, forbidden—everything that made your heart race. You knew the stakes: if your brother found out, you're done. Yet, that thrill, that desire to break one of your brother's rules, is pulling you closer to Soobin.

He pulled you by your hair once again, a string of saliva hanging on both of your lips, you're panting as you snap your head towards your brother. Thankfully, he's still sound asleep. You looked back at Soobin, plump lips red from the pressure and heat of the kiss. He licked his lips, "Such a good girl for me," he chuckled, his hand still on your nape. "Now, come here, we're not done yet." He stood up and grabbed you by your wrist marching towards your bedroom, turning off the light in the living room in the process. Hearts pounding, adrenaline coursing through your veins as he locked the door behind.

The moment you two stepped inside your room, your mind immediately processed what would happen. You are in your room with a boy, Soobin. Your brother's best friend. Whom you recently grew interested in. You even made out in the living room with him. He even made sure your door was locked. What makes you think this won't reach the most intimate part? There’s no doubt about it—something significant was bound to happen. Why wouldn't it? Soobin is experienced. You've heard him and your brother talk about it multiple times. How they shared the same girl, how he ended up with a one-night stand with the girl from the bar, how he made his enemy's girlfriend sneak out with him, and many more nasty things they've done.

"Climb up the bed, pumpkin." He's ordering you around again, yet you are following him without restraint. He unbuttoned his shirt as he was staring down at you sitting tensely on the bed, with your hands in between your folded thighs. You were staring up at him, eyes blown, maybe you just can't handle the shots of liquor, or maybe you're eyes were just filled with lust. He scoffed, running his hand through his hair for the nth time today. He climbed up the bed, the black piece of cloth he was wearing long discarded.

With his back pressed on the headboard, he motioned you to move closer to him. "C'mere pumpkin. I won't tell, any of your little secrets to your brother~" his voice clearly mocking you with a sing-song tone. "Can't afford to let you get screwed, anyway." You were sitting between his legs. You can't decline to anything he wants. Aside from you being scared of your brother, deep inside you, you also wanted this. You also want to break the rules just to be with Soobin.

Your eyes ran through his long legs, his dress pants comfortably hugging the lean muscles of his legs. "Your hands are pretty, you're actually creative," he was probably referring to the artworks you've been doing, "I wonder what else these pretty hands can do." He unzipped his pants as he grabbed one of your hands, placing it on his aching bulge. He rubbed himself with your hand, humming at the sensation. His other hand flew to your lips, rubbing your lower lip as he stared at your eyes filled with need. "Soft lips that give tender and sloppy kiss," he muttered, "What else can you kiss better, pumpkin, hm?" He pressed his thumb on your lip.

You scoot closer, moving your hand on its own accord as he lets go of your hand, eyes still looking at him with unfulfilled pleasure. He pushed your head down towards his bulge, "Why not try going down on me, let's see what you can do." You carefully stroke him once more within the confinement of his boxers. "Fuck. Your hands are quite good." He moaned as he gripped your wrist. You pulled his boxers to expose his girthy length. You're not bewitched, you want him. He stroke his exposed cock as he pushed you down a little bit more, making you almost kiss the base of his cock.

Your tongue prodded out, licking the base of his cock as both of your hands were holding to his legs to keep yourself steady. "Shit!" His cock pulsated as he flinched, he was unprepared. He chuckled at your quirks. "Start. Your secrets depend here." He taunted.

Your dainty fingers wrapped around his cock got him reeling. You licked the tip of his cock, it's red and it feels burning. You slowly took him in your mouth as he puffed out muffled moans and grunts. He crossed his arms behind his head, " Wondering how your brother will react if he finds out that this precious little sister of his is doing something very very naughty behind his back." You took him whole in your mouth, gag reflex kicking in. "Fuck angel, you'll be the death of me." He huffed as he tightly closed his eyes. He's restraining himself to hold you, keeping his arms behind his head.

You continuously bobbed your head with your tongue occasionally wrapping around his cock. "You're quite skilled. Have you ever done this? You don't look and act innocent at all." His grin grew wider at the thought. You pulled away, shaking your head.

"N-never... But I f-fantasize over you." You admitted. The smug look on his face becomes heavier as he lets out a mocking laugh. "Look at you acting innocent and all. Yet you have a dirty little mind." The shit-eating grin on his face looks devilish. "My little slut." You tweaked at his words. Embarrassed at where you have put yourself into. "Now don't be shy and show me who you really are, kitten." The pet names he's been calling you, you can't react to it other than getting wet. You wanted to be degraded by him. You've wanted this for so long.

You continued giving him head, " shit, you are so dirty," his light laughs makes your heart flutter, and his degrading words make your pussy clench. He started thrusting carefully in your mouth when you started moaning, the vibrations giving him extra sensation. He holds your head to stay still as he started fucking your mouth, you could tell he does not care about hurting you but his thrust was controlled, holding you as if you'll break easily, just letting the tip of his cock kiss your precious throat. "Delicious. Fucking. Mouth." He grunts at every thrust. He stilled, your mouth overflowing with his white sticky cum.

He gently pulled you on his lap, "Did you just swallow it?" He asked, his stares at you were intense. You simply nodded "I did, am I good?" You were seeking validation amidst the forbidden thing you two have done. A playful smile shined on his face, "More than good, angel." He gently lays you on his chest, and you could feel his heart thumping as if it were about to burst out of his chest.

"Rest for a while, I'll wake you up before I leave." He said as his long fingers combed your smooth hair, he hugged you tight, pulling your blanket to cover the both of you.

He was in awe, how can you possibly sleep when it's still dangerous around you? He lays you on your bed, registering in his mind how you look. His hand travels around your body, lightly squeezing your neck as you gasp in your sleep. He pushed your shirt above your chest, scoffing at the sight, did you purposely not wear a bra the whole night he was here? He lightly pinches your nipple, rolling his fingers on it, making you squirm. His eyes traveled from your chest to your waist as he hovered above you.

His warm hands enveloped your tiny waist, smiling at how it first perfectly on his huge hand. His hands moved down, gently tugging your shorts off you. "What a little mess we have here." He mumbled, staring at how your panties stuck at your cunt. The baby blue piece of cloth was drenched with your slick. He moves it sideways, prodding his middle finger in your wet pussy. He touched you achingly slow, causing his cock to twitch inside his pants.

His hot tongue finally comes in contact with your cunt. He knows that you'll wake up anytime. "Wake up, pumpkin," he mumbles while lapping on your pussy. You grunt and squirm, feeling the uncomfortably extra wetness in your cunt. Your eyes fluttered open at Soobin eating you out. Your hands immediately clutched your mouth to refrain from being noisy. His tall nose kept on touching your clit, making it more sensitive. You clutched his blond locks, pulling him closer to your cunt as you chase your high.

"I-i'm gonna cum," you whispered, voice muffled as you were almost biting your hand. His two fingers entered you freely, pressing inside, finding your sweet spot. "Let me have a taste of you, kitten," he kept on lapping and pushing his fingers in and out of you, making you shudder and grip his hair tighter as you came on his tongue. Soobin gently sucked on your clit emitting soft whimpers from you.

He hovers above you once again, his veiny hands propped on both sides, his chest rising and falling, toned abs clenching. He pulled his wallet from his back pocket, bringing out a condom packet. He wraps his cock in one swift motion, as he prepares at your entrance. He penetrates slowly, grunting at how tight you feel on him, he covers your mouth, "Don't you make a noise-fuck, I'm warning you pumpkin." He stilled inside as you gasped for air, "Stay still, I won't move for a while," he muttered as he kissed your forehead.

The once dark and dead night is almost gone. The bluish color of the sky makes the surroundings a little bit easier to see. You two came to your senses when you heard a knock, then the rattling sound of the door knob. "Fuck!" You shout-whispered, pushing Soobin off of you. He pulled out, both of you immediately wincing at the pain.

"Y/n?" Your brother called you, you panicked as you stood against the door instead of lying down on your bed. "What the hell are you doing there?" Soobin's furrowed as he whispered enough for you to hear.

"Have you seen Soobin?" Your brother asked, you were about to answer when Soobin pinned you on the door.

"Hey, is everything fine? I heard a noise." The rattling sound of your doorknob can be heard once again.

You faked a yawn, "I-i'm good! I just fell from bed! Ouch!" You made your voice as sleepy and hurt as possible but ends up shaky. "You sure? Should I come in?" He asked. "No! No need! I'm fine! I'm good!" You panicked.

"W-what were you asking again?"

"I said if you saw Soobin? Or did he talk to you before leaving or something?"

You gasped when you felt something penetrate you once again.

"Fucking tight, pumpkin." Soobin was gripping your waist, penetrating you from behind. He covered your mouth.

"Y/n?" Your brother knocks again.

Your legs were wobbly, about to give up. "Answer him. But be careful, you don't want him to know, do you?" The grin of mockery is once again plastered on his face. He started thrusting in you. "Shit, what a dirty doll. Likes being taken from the back." He pinned you more on the door, no longer muffling your mouth, making you whine and whimper, you clenched on his cock.

"What the fuck? Are you turned on? Oh fuck, you're really dirty." Soobin whispered in your ear.

"Hey, y/n, if you don't answer I'm gonna break this door open." Your brother's voice is irritated.

"Answer him, doll." Soobin taunted.

"I... I did not see h-him.. mmhhh.. maybe..maybe he had gone h-home." Your voice ends up whiny. "Please s-stop banging the door, i-i'm... I'm gonna sleep some m-more.." you tried your best to answer your brother. Soobin smirked.

"Maybe he did go home, his things are in no sight. Well then, I'll just call him later, rest more, I'll go to my room my head is spinning." You heard the footsteps gone faint. That's when Soobin started thrusting a bit harder on you.

You clawed the door, face pressed on the cold wood. Taking every thrust he's giving you.

"Shit, such a dirty slut." Soobin has been gripping your waist for too long, that you're sure it will leave marks later on. You clenched at his words once again. He scoffed, "Wow, you really love being degraded?" His hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing it a little to restrain your lungs from acquiring oxygen. It makes you dizzy. Yet you love it. It makes you dizzy but you want him to cum inside you. It makes you dizzy but you crave for more.

"Good for nothing, cocksleeve." He keeps on pounding into you, bending you on the table near your door. You can't help but clench at his every word as he laughs lowly, enjoying what you two are sharing.

Your knees grew weaker. "Cum on my cock, I know you want it." He taunted. It was your last straw, "S-soobin.." you covered your mouth as you come undone, squirting all over his cock.

He bent down to your ear, licking your earlobe as he kept on pounding chasing his high once more. "Dirty. Fucking dirty. Fantasizing over her brother's best friend. Getting fucked and squirting on their cock." You wanted to cry at his words but it turns you on so much. He pulled out of you, discarding the condom and pumped his cock as he cums on your back.

He turned you around and kissed you, carrying you to the bed as he carefully laid you down. He picked up his discarded button-up shirt and wore it again.

"P-please don't tell him..." You tug at his shirt while he's buttoning it up.

"Your secrets are safe, my pretty slut." He saw how you melt at his words, he heard how you whine at his words. He pulled you for a kiss, a deep and passionate kiss. He removed something on his wrist and kissed your hand. His silver bracelet is now tied to yours, the cold metal kissing your skin makes you remember the heated moment you and Soobin shared.

You watch him peek outside your room as he steps out, tiptoeing to the front door.

@binniesbooks 2024

[appocalipse]

see for yourself ⋆ sirius black

summary: after a party, you tell sirius how you ended things with the guy you've been seeing because he was a bit jealous of your friendship with him. sirius shows you that maybe he was right to be.

"You're in a good mood."

Sirius looks at you from his place on the floor and grins, wild and boyish. It makes your stomach do flips that you'd rather not think about too much, lest it leads to things you really shouldn't be thinking about.

"Must be your charming company," he says before looking back up at the ceiling, fingers laced behind his head.

He's laying spreadeagle on the hardwood floor, staring up at the slowly rotating fan and taking occasional swigs from an open bottle of Firewhisky beside him. Everyone but Remus, with whom Sirius shares the flat, had already gone home hours ago, leaving only you and Sirius behind in the living room.

You roll your eyes even though he can't see you doing it, setting your empty cup on the coffee table. You lean back against the sofa and fold one leg up under the other so you can turn to face him fully. "Remind me again why you're not sitting on furniture like a normal person?"

"It's more fun down here." He turns his head enough for you to catch his wolfish grin. "Care to join me?"

"Oh no," you laugh, shaking your head. "I should be getting home anyway. It's late."

Sirius frowns and pushes himself up into a sitting position. The look in his gray eyes is equal parts amusement and disappointment. "On a Friday night? Come on, love, we're barely tipsy. Besides, you still haven't told me what happened between you and that wanker you were seeing."

"There's nothing to tell," you shrug.

He scoffs as he crawls across the floor towards you. You bite the inside of your cheek when Sirius hoists himself onto the sofa beside you and pulls one leg up to his chest. There's a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth that doesn't seem quite as innocent as you'd like it to be.

"He looked pretty pissed off when he left," he says, twirling a long strand of your hair around his index finger. "What'd you say to him?"

"I didn't say anything. And we were together for barely three weeks. I was just...he wasn't the right guy, okay? Now shush."

You make a halfhearted attempt to turn away from him, but Sirius laughs softly and rests his head on your shoulder. "You don't say."

"Sirius."

"What? I'm glad you didn't waste any more time on that tosser. He would never have made you happy."

"How would you know?"

Sirius lifts his head and leans back far enough to look at you. His expression is one of smug self-confidence as he says, "Because I know everything."

"Everything, huh?"

"Everything."

You quirk an eyebrow. "Well then, what am I thinking right now?"

His eyes flick down to your lips for a brief moment before they find yours again, but it's enough for heat to rise in your cheeks. You could swear he starts to move closer before he blinks and turns away with a dry laugh, but by then you're not so sure anymore. "That you're bored of talking about this dolt."

The ache of disappointment in your chest must be almost palpable, because Sirius furrows his brow and asks, "Is everything alright?"

"Yup."

"You're lying."

"No, I'm not."

Sirius gives you a knowing look and shifts on the sofa to face you more fully. His knee knocks against yours. "Don't tell me you're hung up over that berk."

"Not in the slightest."

"Liar."

"I'm not," you insist. "Really."

"Did he break your heart or something? I'll break his arm."

You laugh, though you doubt Sirius is actually joking. "Nothing happened. He was just jealous. That's all."

He frowns, then narrows his eyes at you. "Jealous of who?"

"Oh, you know, the usual suspects," you say lightly, waving a hand as if to dismiss the topic completely. But when Sirius remains silent, you let out a slow breath and (as you usually do when it comes to him) give in. "You, mostly. He said some stuff, and I didn't take too kindly to it."

A wry smile spreads across Sirius' face. He looks delighted. "What'd he say about me?"

"Seriously?"

"Absolutely."

With a dramatic roll of your eyes, you rest your head back against the cushion behind you and say, "He thinks you, uh...you know, fancy me or something. That we spend too much time together. But I told him that he's crazy, obviously."

"Obviously."

The following silence bothers you.

You turn your head enough to see Sirius' face. He's staring back at you, an unreadable expression on his face. Then, after several moments of more tense silence, he whispers, "What if I do fancy you?"

"Sure you do," you mutter, rolling your eyes again.

Sirius places his palm on top of the hand resting between the two of you and brushes his thumb over your knuckles. "I could show you."

It takes a moment for you to register the offer.

"Did you drink more than I realized?"

"Just enough for the liquid courage to work."

Your tongue feels like sandpaper. "Sirius."

"Mmhm."

"Stop being ridiculous."

"Who says I'm being ridiculous?" he asks, bringing your hand to his lips and pressing a light kiss to your skin. "Maybe I'm madly in love with you. Have you considered that?"

You swallow, trying to ignore the way your stomach is doing somersaults. "This isn't funny, Padfoot."

"It's not supposed to be funny."

"But—"

He cuts you off by cupping your cheek and leaning in close enough for you to feel his warm breath on your lips. It smells of Firewhisky and mint. "Kiss me and see for yourself."

"You must be drunk."

"Only tipsy," he reminds you. "Or maybe a little drunk on you."

"You know, you're not half as funny as—mmph!"

He's kissing you. Sirius is kissing you, and dear sweet Merlin, you could swear that the world's tilting beneath you as his hands pull you closer. He hums contentedly when he feels you reciprocating, cradling your face between his palms as if to make sure that you won't go anywhere.

Not that you intend to.

It's the kind of kiss that steals your breath away. The kind of kiss you can lose yourself in without even realizing it, especially when one of his hands slides into your hair, and you moan involuntarily into his mouth.

Sirius laughs breathlessly against your lips as he eases you down onto your back. His fingers dance along your jawline before he curls them under your chin, tilting your head back and kissing his way down your throat.

"I think this went better than expected," he murmurs, pausing long enough to gently bite down on the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder. You gasp.

Sirius sits up suddenly. His hair hangs in front of his face like a dark curtain and his eyes glitter with amusement when he pushes it back. Your pulse jumps when you see the slight redness of his lips and the hint of mischief on his face. "Don't tell me you're getting shy now."

"Shut up."

He leans down and kisses you again, groaning low in his throat as your hands slide up the broad expanse of his back. "I'm starting to think you fancy me, too," he whispers, words ghosting over your mouth.

"Yeah," you admit sheepishly, sliding your hands up and over his shoulders. "I may have been lying earlier. It's not that crazy."

"May have?"

"Fine, I did lie."

"I knew it."

He looks far too smug. Just this once, you don't really mind.

[candylix]

the bet | seo changbin

Pairing • Best Friend!Changbin x GN!Reader Summary • After a night of tipsy half-joking, half-arguing, Changbin makes a claim that's unequivocally false— if you were sitting on his dick, you would be the first to move. You've never done anything sexual with your best friend, but here you are the next day, sitting on his cock, seeing who would break first. The prize? The winner can post whatever they want on the losers twitter account. Genre • smut WC • 1.7k Content • no pronouns used but reader has a vagina, cock-warming, edging if you squint, unprotected, groping, nipple play, clit stimulation, piv penetration, lots of teasing and taunting from both sides, MDNI 18+

"You sure you want to do this?" Changbin asks. He's lazily sitting on his couch, smirking as if he's already won.

"What, scared you'll lose?"

"As if."

The two of you have poked fun at each other your whole life, but it's never escalated this much. It just started as jokes. Watching a raunchy movie, him saying he was bigger than the male lead, you not believing him, and somehow it ended up with him saying you wouldn't be able to resist it if you saw it. Of course you could, there's no way you'd care about his dick. It's Changbin. You've seen him do too much embarrassing shit your whole life to take him seriously. You could definitely resist his dick if you saw it.

And that's when he said you wouldn't be able to resist it if you felt it.

"This will be a walk in the park. All I have to do is sit there," you say.

At those words, you see a bulge start to grow in his grey sweatpants. Yeah, this will be so easy.

You ignore the pulsing that starts in your core.

"Let's make this a bit more exciting," he says. He's still so cocky. "Whoever moves first, wins. And whoever wins..." he stops for a moment, and his eyes light up when he thinks of a prize, "whoever wins gets to post anything they want on the others twitter account."

"Oh, you're on."

Despite all the talk, you're still nervous to actually start. You've never undressed in front of him before, and the most you've seen of him is his chest at the beach.

He starts first, taking off his sweats and putting them beside him on the couch. You try not to stare, but it's hard not to notice the mound in his crotch. Maybe he wasn't lying about being bigger than that actor after all.

"Are you gonna keep gawking at me, or are you gonna actually do something?" he says.

He can be so irritating when he wants to be.

Finally, you pull down your pants and throw them on the other side of the couch.

He starts taking off his boxers, and you pull down your underwear as well. You're a bit embarrassed to look at his cock directly, but not only is it big, it's thick too. Instead, your eyes dart up to his, but he's not looking at your face.

His eyes are directed at your pussy, drinking up the sight of it.

"Are you gonna keep gawking at me, or are you gonna actually do something?" you say.

He looks back up at you and smirks.

"Come sit down and we can start."

He relaxes into the couch, arms on top of the backrest, waiting for you to make a move. Hesitantly, you climb on top and straddle him, hovering over his lap. He uses one hand to position his dick, and you lower yourself down slowly. He teases you by moving it before it enters you, and it instead rubs your clit. You try again, and he moves it the other way.

"Changbin."

"Sorry, sorry," he laughs, and holds it still. Finally, you lower yourself on his cock, and you feel how hard he is. Looks like that teasing backfired on him, the slightest stimulation from your pussy stiffened him up this much.

Just from the first inch, he was already proving to be difficult.

"Wow, you're already so wet. Were you looking forward to this?"

"Shut up, I can feel your dick throbbing."

You lower yourself more, and you feel his girth stretch you out and fill you up in a way that no one's ever done to you before. It was terrible- you'd never be able to make fun of him for having a small dick again. You felt the pressure of his thickness against your walls as it slid in, slowly moving through you, and eventually you were able to fit his massive cock all the way inside you. When it hits the right bundle of nerves, you let out an involuntary moan.

He raises an eyebrow, but thankfully doesn't mention it. You think you would die of embarrassment if he did.

He reaches for his pants, takes out the phone in the pocket, and starts scrolling through twitter.

"We never said that was allowed!"

"We never said it wasn't."

If you knew he was going to cheat and use his phone to distract himself from his dick inside you, you would've brought your phone too. But you stupidly left it on the table, and you're forced to look at him laughing at posts you can't see.

You sat there in silence. Minutes pass, and you're trying to think about anything other than the way your best friends cock feels deep inside you, hot and pulsing against your walls. It wasn’t working. You wanted to rub your legs, squirm on his dick, feel any sort of friction from him. You take a deep breath to calm your racing thoughts.

He doesn't look up from his phone when he taunts you.

"Ready to give up? Why don't you bounce on my dick, for your own sake. Get it over with."

It's way too early in the challenge to give up now, but the less reasonable part of you does want to feel him thrusting into you and relieve the tension building up in your core.

It wasn't fair that he got to be on his phone. If he was going to cheat, so were you.

You move your hands to the bottom of his shirt, lifting it up enough to slip your hands underneath. Before he realizes what's happening, you're groping his chest, feeling how solid they were under your fingertips. You move to his nipples, circling them before rubbing them directly.

"What- ugh," he moans, and you tease his nipples more to see his reaction.

"This can't be allowed-" he says, breathing heavier. His dick twitches inside you, and it gives you a minuscule amount of friction.

"We didn't say we couldn't."

"Oh?" He smirks. "Is that so?"

Suddenly, his hands are inside your shirt, pulling up your bra and groping your boobs. He thumbs over your nipples, feeling them harden under his touch before pinching them. You moan louder than the first time, and your hands fall to his waist as you try to steady yourself. The movement of his groping slightly rocks you on his dick, and you feel it pressing against you, rubbing over your sensitive spot.

"Ch-changbin," you moan, "I take it back."

He stops groping you, but leaves his hands cupped over your tits. You're finally able to regain some composure.

"This definitely shouldn't be allowed," you say.

He laughs. "I can agree to that. No more groping."

He gives your boobs one last squeeze, and slides his hands down your torso, making sure to touch you the whole way. His hands rest on your thighs.

"Now," he continues, "bounce on my dick for me. You're getting desperate."

It's true, but you don't want him to know that. You're aching for something to to happen.

"If you want it to be over so badly, why don't you bounce me yourself."

He scoffs.

"I could make you end it now if I wanted, but I'm a nice guy so I'll let you think you have a chance."

"Oh yeah? And how would you do that?"

He stops for a moment, and then you see a mischievous glint in his eye. He looks down to your pussy and smiles.

"Like this."

One hand grabs your waist, and the other moves to your clit. He makes rough circles around it.

This was not good.

You try to force his hands off you, but it's no use. His toned arms stay where they are, and he rubs your sensitive bud with more pressure. You can't help but moan as you bury your head into his shoulder and attempt to keep yourself still, but your body mindlessly rocks into his. You've already lost, but he doesn't stop. In fact, he makes it worse, rolling his hips into you while he keeps his fingers rubbing your clit. Your moans don't stop, and soon he's guiding you up and down on his massive dick. You're bucking wildly on him, getting every last inch of him inside you. Every bounce hits that sweet spot, and you know you're close to your peak.

Then, he moves to lay you down on your back, cock still buried inside you. He's on top of you now, and he lifts your shirt up to feel your boobs as he's pounding into you. He thrusts into you deeper and faster, squeezing your tits, until you're a twitching, moaning mess. You clench your pussy around his cock, and you feel the coil snap.

"I'm cumming," you're barely able to say, and he continues pounding into you as you ride out your high.

He speeds up, chasing his own high. Soon, his hot white liquid fills you up as he collapses on top of you.

You both lay there on the couch, thoughts racing from what just happened. He really just fucked you silly.

Changbin of all people.

And it felt fucking good.

"So..." he finally says, rolling over to your side. "Should I start posting now, or do you want to get cleaned up first?"

You bury your face in your hands.

"Please don't post something that could get me fired."

"What, I can't post 'I got cock drunk on Changbin's massive dick'? Or how about 'Changbin's cock felt so good inside me that I came before he even moved'. I think that's a good one."

"Ha ha, very funny."

"What about 'I've never seen a dick as massive as Changbin's. I want it inside me, thrusting into me-'"

"Stop!"

While that last one may be true, there's no way you'd let him say it out loud.

"Alright, alright. I'll post something so wholesome you're gonna barf."

You sigh. You'll never agree to something like this again.

"So...," he says, "wanna go for round 2?"

His fingers rub lazy circles around your clit, and you feel your core pulsing again. This is going to be a long day.

[multific]

Two Pieces of a Puzzle

Simon "Ghost Riley x Reader

Summary: You are sent on a mission with the infamous LT, but you might have just as many talents as he does, if not more.

When you found yourself on a mission with a military man, Lieutenant Ghost, you knew you were in for a treat. 

He was a tall, rugged man with an attitude and a sharp wit that kept you on your toes. 

As you set out on your mission, you were quick to realize that you were in for an adventure unlike any other.

The Lieutenant was a seasoned soldier, and his experience showed in every move he made. 

He led you with precision and confidence, never hesitating to make tough decisions or take risks when necessary. 

You found yourself in awe of his leadership skills and his ability to think quickly on his feet.

He was impressive, you weren't going to lie about that.

As you navigated through the treacherous terrain of the dense forest and faced unexpected challenges, Ghost remained calm and collected, always finding a way to overcome whatever obstacles stood in your way.

A rescue mission.

The children and wife of an important politician were kidnapped and you received intel that they were in a hidden house in the middle of a dense forest up in the mountains. 

Of course, your way to the forest was an entire mission on it's own, but you heard the tales of the infamous Ghost.

His determination was infectious, and you found yourself pushing harder and digging deeper than you ever thought possible.

Every second you spent with him, you felt your movements sharpen.

It was inspirational.

But it wasn't just Ghost's military prowess that impressed you. 

On no.

The mystery. 

The secrets he held inside himself.

The mask.

That damned mask.

He also had a wicked sense of humour that kept your spirits high even in the darkest of moments. His jokes and witty remarks never failed to bring a smile to your face, even when the situation seemed dire. 

His jokes, even if they were tired and mostly military-related, did help your mood a lot. 

Despite the dangers you faced and the odds stacked against you, Ghost never wavered in his commitment to completing the mission. 

His unwavering dedication inspired me to do the same, and together we forged ahead, determined to succeed no matter what.

You got to the house, just the two of you, hiding behind trees as you assessed the situation.

"You take the back door, I take the front." he said.

"With all due respect, Sir, I believe Captain was clear, you get me here, I get in and them out. I'm called Shadow for a reason." you smirked and put your gun down.

Your time to shine.

You were a specialist in kidnapping and hostage situations. They always got you as you were quiet on your feet and you always got to the point fast. 

You always rescued the person or people and no one ever saw you coming.

In the end, your mission was a success.

As always.

The happy family was back together as you and Ghost walked back into base.

"That was impressive." you heard him say.

"Thank you, Sir. I do live to impress." you said with a smile.

As you celebrated our victory, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to work alongside such a remarkable man. 

And as you parted ways, you knew that you would always carry with you the lessons from your time together on that unforgettable mission.

Or so you thought.

You would say you were tipsy, others would call it drunk.

Ghost called it sexy.

You loved to see how his scary mask fell from his face. How his walls crumbled as you climbed into his lap and kissed him.

It was dark in the alley you followed him for a smoke.

He sat down on the steps and you followed suit.

"How did you do that? How did you get in and out without anyone seeing you?"

"The same way you got us through that block on the road or how you made me crawl on my stomach under a car so they wouldn't see us enter the woods. Skills, Sir. Years of training and skill."

It might have been your fault that you leaned in too close.

It might have been him when he looked at your lips. You weren't sure. But you were sure about one thing.

The way he kissed you spoke volumes.

He was touch starved and scared at the same time. 

But you did like the thrill of it.

And also because you were the same.

You two fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. 

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You're Lying, Right?

Lando x Fem!Reader x Charles

*ੈ✩‧₊˚warnings: swearing, drinking and mentions of alcohol (might be inaccurate, I don’t drink), format might be weird (this wasn't saving the way I wanted it to),

*ੈ✩‧₊˚word count: 1k

*ੈ✩‧₊˚Summary: Lando and Charles teach you to kiss after you confess that you've never been kissed

.ೃ࿐Request: Idk if you watched the movie Were the Millers?? But can you do imagine where reader never had a first kiss and charles and lando give her her first kiss ?? Like the scene with Jenn Anniston, will poulter, and Emma roberts ???

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The three of you had been drinking for whatever reason, and to be completely honest, you couldn’t exactly remember why the bottles of alcohol had been brought out in the first place. However, you knew the drink in your hand was stronger than the stuff you usually drank, but after the horrible few days you had, it was needed. Its surprisingly sweet smell inviting you to take big gulps. The burn as it passed down your throat numbing the thoughts of your busy life and failed dates. You subconsciously continued to fill your glass with the earthy-fruity liquid, one glass after another– silently watching Charles and Lando interact with one another.

"You're awfully quiet," Lando said from beside you, reaching for your drink to fill it with something new, hesitating when he noticed your slight frown. 

"She had a date yesterday; I can only assume it went horribly," Charles added, moving from his spot to lean against the armrest of the sofa. 

Lando hummed at the newfound information, disapprovingly shaking his head, deciding you had had enough to drink– knowing another glass would not help alleviate whatever pain you felt. “Don't tell me you're attempting to drown your sorrows with liquor. What even happened on this date of yours?"

"The date itself wasn't the worst; it was actually the best I've had in a while– but when the date ended, he expected a kiss. And I know I have to have my first kiss at some point, but I didn't want to disappoint him."

They stared at you for a long time, letting silence settle in the room– you were suddenly aware of the increased warmth. Regret and embarrassment immediately fill your body, urging you to want to vomit up everything you had been drinking. Of course, you had to have the loosest fucking lips known to man when drunk. Actually, you couldn't fully blame the alcohol; the amount you had consumed only slightly gave you a buzzing feeling– enough to feel tipsy. 

“You’re lying, right? I mean, you have to be joking, no?” Lando's small laughter stopped as he noticed your humorless demeanor and sick-looking face– awkwardly clearing his throat, body shifting at Charles's glaring gaze. 

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone experiences life differently; it just so happens to be that you haven't had your first kiss," Charles nodded in your direction, still glaring at Lando– urging him to add to what he said, hoping to ease your embarrassment. 

"Yeah, absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. I mean, some people find that sweet."

"Obviously, my date didn't find it sweet... I'm surprised he didn't laugh in my face. Honestly, it fucking pathetic," you let out a dry laugh, picking at the strings of your ripped jeans. You sighed, looking up in time to notice Lando nudging Charles and nodding in your direction. He mouths something to Lando, which you can't quite make out; you'd never been good at reading lips or people. Lando opened and closed his lips a few times as if having a struggle with himself– unsure if he should say something or let Charles take control of the situation. 

"We could always teach you how to kiss," he finally says, watching your face for any sort of reaction, noticing the way your eyes widen at the nonchalantness of his words. "–only if you want to, of course," he quickly adds, sensing your hesitation and overall embarrassment over the situation. 

You feel the world around you slow down, the noise slowly dissipating– replaced by a low ringing sound you can't quite place. You barely notice yourself nodding, nervously running your hands down the front of your jeans, attempting to get rid of the clammy feeling– which only increased at the soft touch of Lando's hand on your cheek. "It's weird if you keep your eyes open," he whispered, holding back a laugh, not wanting to make you any more embarrassed than you already were. You closed your eyes and swallowed the little saliva you had– an attempt to calm yourself, finding your mouth extremely dry. Your heart quicked at this; what if the kiss was too dry? The desire to vomit returned and your throat tightened itself as a final attempt to hold everything down.

 Lando's hand gently caressed your cheek, trailing down to your jaw, pulling you in closer– his warm breath falling against your skin. His lips hovered over your own for a while before they finally connected in an awkwardly stiff kiss. "It wasn't bad," he reassured you, smiling when he noticed the way your eyes nervously bounced around the room– avoiding his own. "Just relax a bit, don't be too stiff." 

He leaned forward again, soft lips moving against your own; in complete contrast to the first kiss, this one was looser– relaxed and something you could see yourself enjoying despite the foreign feeling. His hand moved up to tangle itself in your hair, his tongue lightly running against your bottom lip. You weren't sure if it was the alcohol that finally reached your senses helping you relax, but whatever it was that possessed you to open your lips was definitely on your side. The sweetness of your past drinks mixed with the bitterness of whatever he had been drinking. "See, I told you you just needed to loosen up." 

"I don't know... I feel like you're only being nice about it."

"I'll tell you the truth; let's see what Lando has taught you– or if he taught you well," Charles says, his voice reminding you that he had been there watching the whole interaction, sitting beside you on the other side of the sofa. 

His warm hand pulls you towards him, connecting his lips against yours in a confident kiss. While Lando's kiss had felt firm and loose– slightly messy, this was a lot more calculated. He pulled you closer, hands moving to gently grip the hair at the nape of your neck. "You can definitely impress your next date."

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