#we just hung up and he helped me feel better by making m laugh and stuff but at the end he said how he ignored my msg

[chuulyssa]

── ★ 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 !

a/n: i finally reached impel down arc so here's me coping with ace's inevitable death read on ao3

𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨 — stripped and locked up in impel down with your boyfriend doesn't sound too bad, not after the mind-blowing ways he helps you pass your time there

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚 — fluff, angst, comfort, smut smut pure filthy smut ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎──‎‎‎‎─ tw reader is a strategist on wb's crew, humiliation by stripping and parading by jail wardens, cat-calling by creepy prisoners, overall really uncomfortable till you get to ace, implied mentions of assault, public sex, exhibitionism, bondage by cuffs, nipple play, dry humping, oral both f and m!receiving, face sitting, begging kink, praise kink, cockwarming at the end

𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 — ace x f!reader ft. cameo by crocodile

You shuddered from the cold wind as it rose goosebumps on the bare skin of your body.

It had been over an hour since you had been stripped of your clothing, plunged into boiling hot water to get 'baptized,' and hauled all the way here with nothing but a towel covering your naked frame. Slowly, as if to punish you through humiliation, you had been dragged by your hair downstairs, level by level, passing each and every cell filled with prisoners who gawked and wolf-whistled at your thighs and collarbones. They had hurled along each step, making a racquet and screaming for the warden to let you in their cell for 'just one night'. And for a moment, you seemed to think that was exactly what the jailers would do, before they yanked your hair up in another direction, and you heaved a sigh of relief despite the pain. It couldn't have been more horrifying.

Throughout your journey down to Level 6, you had passed many 'hells', as they called it. To think that an organization called themselves the harbingers of peace and unity, only to enforce such horrific scenes, and the even more terrifying formations such as the Buster Call, it was no wonder there was an army working day and night to bring down the World Government.

The stone of the final level had felt cold under your bare feet. Your head had been aching for a while now, and your body was trembling entirely. If it hadn't been for the ruthless jailer holding you up, you were sure your legs would have given in already.

"Move along!" The warden had screamed, and you had bitten a harsh remark before complying.

Here, too, the men of the lockers had screamed in delight at the sight of you, eyes widening out of their sockets and hands attempting to reach out to you from behind the bars. You had nervously hiked the towel that covered your breasts and crotch higher up, locking an arm to the side to stop it from falling over.

The head jailer, Domino, had opened a rather secluded cell. It was hidden well away from the rest, with just one cell in front of it. A man already sat inside it, his head hung low in defeat. She had pushed you inside it with all her might. You had fallen to the ground, the towel coming off your body slightly but still enough to hide the main parts. She had locked your hands apart, uncomfortably close to the other man.

Just as they had been about to lock you away for good with the man, the Warden, Magellan stopped and looked at you.

"To think that you still haven't learnt your lesson after escaping death from the World Government all this time," he snarled at you, and you glared right back at him. "Let us hope you rethink your decisions as you rot away here before your execution."

"I'm not gonna be executed."

"We will see about that. Oh, and," he walked back into the cell and tore the towel away from your body, "this won't matter in a few weeks."

You scrambled to hide yourself as the jailers left, everyone other than the Warden laughing uncontrollably. You could feel countless eyes on you from other cells. People craned their necks to get a better look at your body in spite of the dim lighting of the prison. You tried to move desperately to save some dignity, but the clanking of the chains around your wrists echoed in the room, and the vicious comments only grew louder. You seemed to be the only woman on this level, and the prisoners thus took this as a chance to memorize every curve of your body.

"That's enough," a familiar voice declared from beside you, and the jeering immediately stopped.

Your eyes focused on the man beside you. His messy black hair clung to his forehead, damp with sweat from the suffocating heat of the prison. His face looked hardened and tense. Every muscle in his body was coiled like a spring, as if he was ready to burst out in flames at any moment, despite the heavy shackles chaining him down.

Ace’s chest rose and fell with slow, measured breaths, the fury in his eyes growing hotter, sharper, as if silently promising death to all those who had had the nerve to comment on your fragile form, as well as to those who were the cause of it.

"Ace," you said softly, more so to yourself than you did to him. After all, how could he know the countless nights you had spent with the crew, awaiting his return as he sought revenge on Blackbeard? How could he know the sickness that overtook you when you found out of his imprisonment and ultimate execution? How could he know the relief you felt right now, just by the innocent sight of his face?

"Why are you here?" he said quietly, not looking up at you at all.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm a prisoner," you tried to inch closer towards him, but the chains that bound you did not budge.

"If the strategist I fell in love with did not foresee possible capture and execution, then she must be an impersonator."

You swallowed hard. You knew better than anyone that he wasn't angry with you — he was angry with himself. Angry that, despite all the warnings, all the plans, things had gone so wrong. And now, here you both were: stripped of everything, thrown into a nightmare where escape seemed impossible.

Yet now, in this hellish prison, with the cold iron chains cutting into your wrists, all of that seemed to fade into the background. The mere sight of him, alive and breathing was enough to satisfy all the anxiety you had had for the past few weeks.

"You're right," you bowed your head down. "I knew this would happen."

"Then why—"

"I missed you."

A deafening silence hung around the air before his eyes snapped back to you angrily. His entire body tensed, the chains around his wrists rattling as he shifted.

"You missed me?" His voice was low, and the fury in it was unmistakable. "You knew the risks, you knew what they would do to you, and you came here anyway? Why? Because you missed me?"

"You don't get it, do you?" you said softly, eyes meeting his. "I would rather be here with you, in this place, than out there without you."

"You're being stupid right now," Ace growled. His fists clenched in the chains, the metal creaking as if they were just a breath away from snapping under the pressure. "Do you know what you've done? You could've escaped all this — you didn't have to come here. Not for me. I'm not worth the—"

"I love you," you interrupted. The fire in his gaze flickered briefly.

"You know I love you too, but—" His voice softened. He wasn't good with words, never had been, and now, in this moment, he seemed to be fighting against them to keep you safe, even as you both sat in chains.

"If you're dying, I'll die with you," you whispered without hesitation.

Ace's breath hitched. He was angry, yes — but now more than ever, at himself. He couldn't protect you from this. He couldn't protect you from the world that had dragged you both down here.

"You shouldn't have to die with me," Ace muttered.

"But I want to."

"You said you were not gonna get executed," he reminded you, to which you shrugged.

"That was a lie. Of course, given the blocked exit points and the tight security against Whitebeard, there's no way we could escape from here without external help. Even if we do, assuming we got a few allies, what with Blackbeard becoming a Warlord, the chances of survival are 6%, which is not a lot, really."

"Wow. All of that flew right over my head," Ace smiled, one leg hiking over your hip to inch you closer. "Why didn't they dress you in prison clothes?"

"I threw a spear coated with sea stone at Magellan."

"Oh, is that why he was huffing around? That's my girl." Ace struggled to kiss your forehead, so you brought your face closer to his to help him. "I'm assuming they didn't try anything."

You shook your head, and his smile grew. "You look cold, baby."

"You know the drill," you giggled, crawling as close to his body as the cuffs allowed you to be, snuggling into his warmth. The goosebumps that coated your bare skin disappeared one by one. Ace let your hair back with his mouth before leaning down to kiss a cold nipple.

You gasped.

"Don't worry. Look," you looked in the direction he hinted at and watched most, if not all of the prisoners, drop down fainting.

"Conqueror's Haki?"

He winked in return before going back to the other nipple to lick it. Your body shook wildly. Ace's thighs stiffened around yours to lock your position on his lap, and you humped along his clothed cock, getting wetter by the second. Your tits bounced up and down with each movement, and he couldn't help but bury his face in them, sucking hickeys all over the area to make you wear his claim.

It didn't help that his body heat was beginning to rub onto you too, deepening the pit in your stomach. Clasping your thighs together, you nuzzled your face into his neck to lick your way up it. Ace laughed at the attempt, because although both his hands were currently chained to either side of his head, he was still very much in control of the situation.

"This is just like every day in our ship, princess," he groaned. "Tied up like this as I fuck my way into you, isn't that right, pretty?"

You mewled in response, the heat from the friction generating in between the rubbing of both of your crotches growing unbearable now. It was like music to his ears. Ace smirked and started to move his hips in a circular motion steadily.

"Is this enough for you, or should I lend my mouth to you too, princess?"

Your eyes widened and you nodded vigorously, stopping the humping movements before standing up and bucking your hips towards his face. You looked down into his eyes, but they focused on only one thing: the absolutely beautiful cunt in front of them.

The wetness dripped onto his face charmingly, and you swear you could've come just by that sight alone. He moved his head forward before sticking out a tongue and rubbing it softly in one stroke along your slit. You whined, legs giving in, but he held you up by putting his face under your cunt.

You felt your feet being lifted off the ground, and Ace was right under you, drinking in your juices so as to not let even a single drop go to waste. You moaned his name loudly, loud enough that you were scared the jailers might return, or a demon guard might catch the two of you, or maybe even the unconscious prisoners might wake up. But right now, all that mattered to you was Ace, and the mouth he was putting to such good use by sucking your clit like it was his last meal.

Your hips shook violently, and it took all of Ace's will power not to drop you down harshly onto his dick right then and there.

"Didn't know you grew so sensitive without me," he teased, the vibrations of his voice further aiding into your release.

"Shut up," you cried, and he grinned against your cunt.

"Roger that, baby."

At those words, you came as hard as you could. It had been so long since you had felt this good. All those countless nights you had spent putting on Ace's cologne onto his pillows and fingering yourself were nothing compared to the bliss you felt right now, his warm and wet saliva sticking out of your cunt and mixing in with your release.

You got off his face, trembling. You still hadn't gotten completely over the mind-blowing orgasm he had just delivered to you. You watched him lick his lips clean before he tried bending down to lick your cunt clean as well. You giggled, bucking your hips up to allow the access, giving him a loud moan in return.

"My turn," you said, bending down to nuzzle your face on his shorts. It seemed as if the jailers had decided to let your chains a bit looser than Ace's to aid you in covering yourself. If only they knew the way you were putting that blessing to use now.

"Yes, please, baby," he groaned, voice hoarse from eating you out for the first time in months.

You pulled his shorts down with your teeth, batting your eyelashes at him as his big cock sprung free from its shackles. It had been a while since you had taken his whole length in your mouth or cunt, but he seemed bigger than ever now that you were caged together.

"So big, so pretty," you muttered, peppering kisses over his balls and watching him crumble underneath the touches. "I wonder what happens if I do this?" You gave one kitten-like lick along the tip of his cock, and his eyes snapped shut and he bucked his hips up roughly.

"Fuck, ah."

"Crude language," you pouted, and his cock twitched at the sounds you were making. "May I please suck your cock?"

"Please," he choked out a moan, and you smiled victoriously, engulfing his long dick into your warm mouth in one, practised motion. Your cheeks were completely filled, yet you forced them to move up and down to please your needy boyfriend.

"Ah— fuck, so good baby, you're doing as well as always," he mumbled, looking up to the ceiling with tears in his eyes at the growing pleasure.

He was such a reckless mess for you, and you loved every bit of it. Smiling lightly, you bobbed your head up and down his dick to lubricate it with your saliva and make your movement easier. Unfortunately, you couldn't use your hands, but that made the determination in you to help him climax without a handjob even brighter.

"More, more, more! It's so good— ah— I can't imagine what I've been missing out on all these months," Ace groaned loudly, and it took one last effort from you to deep-throat him, making him spasm wildly around, tears reaching down his shirtless body and eyes burning from pure ecstasy.

"I'm gonna—"

You hummed along his dick, which seemed to be the final thing he needed to let go. With one final jerk of his hips, he came down your throat. So much. It was so much, too much for you. And yet, you swallowed everything down to the last drop. You didn't know how the food in Impel Down tasted, but by God it could never surpass the taste of his cum.

The two of you lay in the cell for some time after that, neither of you moving an inch. Although Ace still had limited movements he could choose from, you had longer chains and were thus able to move around much freely. So when your lips finally stopped shaking, you got up from your position to look around at the other prisoners.

"How long are they gonna be knocked out?"

"I don't know," Ace said, spreading his legs to invite you over to sit on his cock. "The Haki effects have obviously worn out now, I have no idea why they're still unconscious. Perhaps just lazy."

"Or maybe sleepy, like you always are," you giggled, hovering his cock, ready to slowly take him in inch by inch.

"That's not nice," he chuckled darkly before snapping his legs up to pull you down onto his cock harshly. You almost screamed, muffling the loud sound of protest against his neck, biting a hickey into it as revenge. He whimpered in response but continued to move his hips up and down nevertheless.

"You won't believe how much I've missed this," he murmured in your ear. "You riding me, looking oh-so-pretty with your boobs bouncing at the impact."

"You're so fucking dirty, honey," you tried acting as if the constant rutting of his cock into your cunt didn't affect you in anyway, but this position made him feel even bigger than your mouth had adjusted to some time ago, and now you felt as if you were gonna be torn up right from the pussy.

For quite some time, the only sounds heard on the entire floor were of Ace's balls slapping against your bare cunt, your squeals whenever his dick hit just the right spot, and his pants whenever he heard the melody that escaped your lips. The smell of sex lingered around the area, and you wondered what would happen if it reached any of the jailers who were in charge of this level, but it was hard to think too much with Ace whispering about all the fantasies he had had about you during his various trips before he got captured, about how every dream you appeared in used to leave him with a hard cock, and how he used to jerk off to the thought of your delicious cunt that awaited him once he reached back home.

You wanted to tell him all you felt too: about how it was getting so hard and suffocating being in the same ship as others without him, how your own fingers could never satisfy you the way his slender ones and coarse tongue did, and how the heat pooling in your cunt grew warmer and warmer till you couldn't take it anymore and at times burst into tears from the faux-pleasure humping yourself dry on his pillows would bring to you.

But you couldn't get a word out. Not with how his dick was rutting into you at a quicker pace now. Not with how balls-deep he was getting inside you now. Not with how you could feel his high approaching rapidly, and how he was getting more-than-ready to get his load into you after fucking you senseless in this dirty, dirty prison ward.

"I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come, I'm—" you chanted more to yourself than you did to him, and he shushed you.

"Hush, baby, me too," he groaned loudly, itching to touch you with his fingers even though he knew he couldn't. "At the count of three, yea?"

"Yes!" You cried back in response, your own hips moving at the speed of light. Ace counted backwards, and you both released heavily, liquids intermixing and spilling onto the floor. Yet the two of you paid no heed, continuing to move against each other like nothing happened. You bounced against him, ignoring the sploch! noises the sound of your cums together made, the stickiness encouraging you to get off your high using the man in front of you as your fucktoy.

Soon, the two of you had calmed down. You were still sitting on his cock, helping him keep it nice and warm. You lay your head onto his chest, both of you breathing heavily. It had seemed like a dream come true for you. Not only had you managed to reunite with Ace, but it was real, you really were there in his arms at that very moment, catching your breath after the wreck you had made on his cock.

From the cell in front of you came a chuckle. Your eyes snapped opened, and Ace lifted his head to glare at the source of the sound. Surely, no one had enough guts to announce their presence and interrupt your intimate moment.

Your eyes landed on a tall figure standing in the shadows of the cell across from yours. His skin was tanned and weathered. His slicked-back black hair gleamed under the dim light, along with a large golden hook in place of his left hand. His eyes were fixed on you both. He looked both amused and disdained. A cigar was perched lazily between his lips. He didn’t seem fazed by the prison, by the chains, or by the two of you tangled together on the cold floor. In fact, he seemed entertained by it all.

"Well, well," Crocodile purred sarcastically. "Looks like I've got front-row seats to quite the show." His smirk widened. "Didn't realize Impel Down had become so... lively."

[lovrsm]

ɢᴏʀɢᴇᴏᴜꜱ

sum: in which your brother invites you to a party, and oh god, you're so glad you accepted.

word count: 2.4k

pairing: charles leclerc x singer!reader

warnings: drinking, curse words & insinuation of cheating.

Spotify - Apple Music

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪ - ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɪ - ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ ᴀᴜ

"you should take it as a compliment that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk"

Monaco was such a lovely place, when my brother had told me about it I thought he was exaggerating. I mean, it wouldn't be that weird if he had, he's always excited about everything, he's the kind of guy who makes you see as if the world is made of bright rainbow colors, and I believe him.

I arrived from the airport about 2 hours ago, I was on my way to the hotel where Lando was staying, he told me he got another room for me. How could I say no?

He called me yesterday at about 3pm

"No, I'm telling you, IT WILL BE THE PARTY OF THE YEAR!" he screamed over the phone, making me laugh.

"Lando, I just came from signing with my sponsors, they expect me to write more songs in a 4 months period, you know how complicated that's going to be?" I exhaled, taking off my heels, tossing them across the room as I lay down on the couch. I was exhausted.

"C'mon, you'll have plenty of things to write songs about, look, I can already hear it!" he started to hum a catchy tone, making the corners of my mouth go up. "Lando... Jake won't be able to be there, god, I don't even know if he'll want me to be there, you know?"

I could already see him in the doorway telling me where am I.

Sure, he was on canada filming, but what if he finds out?

"I'm not even letting you say no, I'm already booking tickets, get all you need, you can even shop here if you want, I just want my sister with me tomorrow night with me"

"You better go get me at the airport Lando Norris."

"I wont let you down peanut" He chuckled and hung up on me.

Well he kinda let me down, he couldn't come get me due to some last minute meeting he had. I don't really mind, I know having a busy life is exhausting.

I thanked the taxi driver giving his a generous tip, my bodyguard helped me get out my suitcases, I had a hoodie and black sunglasses, he had a casual outfit so we wouldn't stand out.

For being a top artist in the whole world, I did not like having that much security. But it was an obligation, not an option, I had to stick to what my manager and team asks me to do.

_

After a busy day of shopping and walking around the streets, I could barely feel my feet. I had gotten a beautiful short red dress. Perfect fit for the occasion. It was just 7p.m. and Lando had texted me he was on his way to my dorm.

The door opened to reveal my very festive brother in the other side "You're here!" "I'm here!" I screamed back jumping into his arms.

We catched up, he was telling me about how he checked the track, for the next season, since we were in December. Although I never really understood racing, when we were kids our parents would take us out to the karts, and I'd always crash while he was beating all of us who tried to play.

He focused on sports and I focused on music, since I was 12 years old I learned to play the guitar. My mom used to tell me that I was a genius at writing songs, I guess many people think the same.

Time passed by too fast, with him I felt like an hour were just 5 minutes.

After hating each other all our childhood, we became closer than ever after my career and his took off. I think it was because we were twins, we hated it when people said we acted the same, because physically we are not alike at all. I am so much prettier, obviously.

it was already 8 o'clock "I'm leaving, I should get ready, do you wanna come with me?"

"I'd stopped talking to you if you let me get there alone, I know none of these guys Lando."

"I'm sure you'll know somebody miss famous." He bumped my shoulder and left my room, entering to his which was next door.

I took my time getting ready. God, I love being a woman. I took a bath, fixed my hair, put on my make-up and finally there was the dress, hanging on the bathroom door. I think it is one of the most beautiful dresses I have ever seen in my life.

How did I manage to put on the mini dress correctly by myself? I don't even know, but I couldn't stop looking at myself in the mirror. God if only someone could look at me.

Oh wait! There is someone, I grabbed my phone to click his name, my phone started to ring. I waited patiently, but he did not answer. So I called him once more, this time he did answer.

I heard loud music and singing in the back. "What do you need?" he asked, I could hear the irritation in his voice. "I wanted to hear from you, we haven't talked-"

"We talked last Monday, wasn't that enough? I'm busy." He interrupted me.

"Where are you?" I asked intrigued this time.

"Uhm... I'm in the bar with some friends"

"Oh and that's just more important than your girlfriend?" I raised my voice at him, I was now sitting the edge on the bed.

"Look, I don't want to fight, just call me later." He said, basically hanging the phone. "Jake..." I said before he could do so.

"What?" He sounded desperate. "Take care." I said.

"Ok" He hung. I felt disgusted, why? not idea, I just felt dirty, as if I was forcing him to talk to me. I took some deep breathes so I could calm my nerves down.

I don't even want to go out anymore.

I tried hard not to cry, I wasn't going to ruin my makeup over some small argument, I'm sure tomorrow we'll be alright, we always end up alright.

It felt as an eternity till I heard a knock on my door, I quickly grabbed my bag, looked in the mirror once more to fix my dark wavy hair, and rushed to the door. I opened it, in the side was Lando, his back on the wall while he was looking at his phone.

He turned it off and looked at me, I smiled "Ready to go Peanut?"

"Lets go"

_

We finally got to the club, electronic music was blasting off, people were already drunk, and boy they didn't even tried to hide it.

We had to basically run to the VIP area, I didn't said anything to my bodyguard about this, besides, he can use a break.

Lando was immediately greeted by everyone who was in the room. "LANDO!" A man screamed to him "Ayee, we're here!" He said hugging the man, and patting him in the back. "you're so late, you were the only ones missing!"

"we're here Pierre, I'd like to present to you all my sister!" He hugged me by the side and I waved with a smile on my face. It seemed that most of them recognized me, because some of them just stood there in shock "Hey everyone, ready to get wasted?" I laughed, that made them less tense and cheered, lifting their cups.

Lando gave a me a sweet kiss in my head, "see, you'll be fine, have some fun peanut!" I let go and we both went our own way.

I started to talk to a girl, her name is Kika, I learnt she was the girlfriend of a guy named Pierre Gasly. I've heard about him but no one ever told me how fun his girlfriend was!

"Girl, you should try this margarita, the most wholesome thing you'll have in your life!"

She was not kidding with that. In a few minutes, I had asked for... about 5 of them, or maybe just 13.

I had talked to everyone in the room by 10 pm, they were all so fun, and the energy was of another planet.

"Yeah, and then Max would make that grumpy face. I swear he looks like and old man!"

"very mature Lando, so mature." I bursted out laughing. "LECLERC HAS ARRIVED!" I heard someone scream in the entrance, and in seconds half of the group was there greeting the guy.

I decided I was going to take something else than a margarita. I walked up to the bartender, who definitely did not understood me. I don't know if I was speaking too softly or if I was just way too drunk to talk, but I decided to leave, I turned around and bumped into someone.

I was about to loose my balance till his arms were wrapped around my waist, I was able to stand straight. "are you alright?" he asked.

I looked into his eyes, green eyes "what?"was all I could manage. "Are you alright?" He asked again, I now noticed a thick accent, I bursted out laughing for that.

He looked so confused, he let go and chuckled with me. For a second it was as if the whole club was quiet. I looked again at him, and I immediately looked down at the floor. He grabbed my hand, the lights went out for a second and my world spun. My legs were about to give up.

His touch was... it was, god I can't even say it.

"I'm Charles, what's your name?"

I bit my lip, what went out of my mouth was definitely not what I wanted to say. "Do you always talk like that?" I asked a bit to seriously, I chuckled so that I wasn't that rude.

"Yeah, my first language isn't english."

"Huh." I said, I felt as if he had a goddamn magnetic field and it was pulling me towards him, I couldn't stand it.

I ran off to the other side of the room, leaving him standing alone next to the bar.

_

All night.

All night I couldn't stop thinking about him, his hand touching my hand in the darkened room...

and I made fun of the way he talked.

I'm never drinking again.

Yet there I was, in the bar once more, asking for whiskey. Mature, so mature.

I kept bouncing back and forth between the people there, once I saw Charles walking to my way, I would ran to the other side of the room.

I have a boyfriend for gods sake! I can't be thinking these unhealthy things about him.

But, I mean, can you blame me?

Look at him.

His first two buttons were unbottened which made him look so attractive. And you should see his dimples, he's so gorgeous it actually fucking hurts!

"So you're not going to talk to me?" I heard a voice behind my ear. His chest touching my back. I didn't move, but I did answer.

"Who said I wasn't going to?" I asked playfully, with a grin on my face, knowing he couldn’t see me.

He hummed in my ear, before he turned me to look him in the eye, he grabbed my neck, but he didn't kiss me. Instead, he brought his lips back to my ear.

"Then why do you keep running, huh?" His hot breath sent a shiver down my spine. I was dumbfolded by his actions, he took a step back to look at me.

I looked into his eyes, I was absolutely taking him in. I looked at his dimples because of the grin he had in his face. His eyebrows, his slightly sweaty hair, with pieces of it falling into his face.

I couldn't help myself, I noticed how he looked into my eyes, and then to my mouth.

What if..?

I asked to myself, I closed my eyes and got closer to him, waiting for a kiss. But he grabbed me by my hips pulling me back.

"You're far too drunk, ma chou" I heard and opened my eyes, he gave me a sympathetic smile. I felt dumb for a second, but after seeing his face... I think I might be falling.

"Why don't we leave, would you like that?" I hugged him, my head in his neck. I nodded as fast as I could. He grabbed me and in a second, we were in his car.

For sure the alcohol got to my head that night.

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[warning: exhibitionism, pvp, fem reader, bike race mention, cumshot] [inspiration]

Manijo, Manjiro

After everything in his life, he wishes he could say he's calmed down a bit. But, he picked the life of midnight races and adrenaline, and you.

You, the other adrenaline rush in his life. The one who keeps him high at all times. You, who like him for what he's got. His dirty mouth and worse mannerism doesn't bother you one bit. If anything, it keeps pulling you to him.

He saw you at one of street races he'd gone to watch. He'd gone just to get a scope of the competition of an upcoming race. But you caught his eye with your jeans shorts and flag wrapped around your chest.

"She's the flag girl, dude. She'll take it off to wave it! You can see her tits when the race starts!" He was surprised to hear more whispers about you than any about the racers. But that meant no one here was worth watching than you were.

Maybe I'll give you something worth watching.

He'd strolled over to you with hands in his pockets, "is it true?"

You'd barely spared him a glance before he continued, "that everyone here sucks so bad, the showrunners stole your clothes?"

You'd glared at him but kept your eyes on the racers who were taking their positions.

"How much are they paying you? I could pay you double and give you some clothes," he leaned on pole you were standing next to, wearing his signature grin.

"Why don't you fuck off instead? Shut up and watch like the other bozos who've never touched a bike but talk like they're Steve McQueen or something."

He laughed off your remark and proposed, "wanna ride with me? Be the flag girl that wins the race?"

You finally looked at him to tell him off again, but the confidence in his eyes stopped you. Your eyes wandered over to the memorabilia on his jacket, you recognized him then. He's the guys everyone's been talking about. The one who wins every race.

"What's someone like you doing here?"

"What's someone like you doing here?" He parroted the question back to you.

You glared at him and looked away. The digital timer on the side was counting down to the start of the race. 30 seconds to start.

“Okay,” he laughed, “'m here to see how much I'll need to hold back to save these guys from embarrassing themselves in their next race.”

You sighed at that. It was embarrassing working here. It doesn't help that he was right on the money about the show runner situation too.

He laughed again, pissing you off further. 20 seconds to start.

“If you agree to ride with me, I'll enter the race. That's bound to make you some money, right?” 10 seconds to start.

That's not how this works but it would help your brother the show runner make some much needed cash. 5 seconds.

“You better win.” Go.

He'd won, of course. He's not sure if there was a prize involved in this race. To him, you were the prize. You'd laughed and cheered the whole way of the race. Your arms were wrapped tightly around his waist. Your flimsy top(that you did not wave as a flag) let him feel the warmth of your body over his leather. You'd even asked him to speed up at times. You loved speed just like he did. He loved hearing your giggles in his ear with the song of the wind. He knew this could not be a one time thing.

"Don't stop, I know a spot nearby," you whispered in his ear when he crossed the finished line. He followed as if it was a command.

The spot you spoke of was a rundown gas station with a back alley that seemed to be a popular place for a different kind of ride. "This was so we don't do the whole 'my place or yours' or the 'who pays?' thing."

"I wouldn't mind taking you on the streets, an alleyway seems fancy." His hands ran down your body as you giggled in reply.

He pulled off your clothes in one pull, "if this is what they saw before the race began, they'd be crashing into things." His lips sucked on your chest ravenously. Red and purple lined his touch on your skin.

His leather jacket hung on your shoulders, your back pressed to the wall of the alleyway that anyone could walk into. Even if no one walked over, they'd hear your mewls and whines for sure. Mikey didn't seem to care and neither did you.

His hands didn't leave your body even for a second. One hand played with you chest, while the other did the same to your pussy. His fingers would ghost over your stiff buds right after he'd pinched and pulled at them. His mouth followed the same 'soft one moment, hard the other' pace - pecking you one moment, sucking your skin the other.

Your legs wrapped around his waist. You felt his hardness on your stomach. You would have touched him if his touch relented, but his pace only let you cling onto him harder. A hand deep in his hair, the other clutching his shirt. He hadn't even put it in yet and you'd already scratched his back.

"Mikey, c'mon!"

He only stopped when you begged him for it. Laughter bubbled in his chest and you felt it in yours too. He's unlike any man you had previously. Any other man would've stuffed your face already but he touched you to please you.

"Put it in, baby." His hands moved to your waist, finally giving you a moment to do what you'd been wanting to do since getting on his bike.

You palmed him over his leather to get a feel for him before revealing the real package. Hot. Hard as fuck. Pulsating and hot.

He rolled his hips into your palm, rubbing himself into the warmth of your hands. "Ah, fuck!"

Mikey's whining wasn't any quieter than yours. You let in sooner than him. A moment's grace before you undo his buttons and look down at him.

Sticky wetness dripped from his pretty pink tip. You thumbed some of it and brought it to your lips. "Someone's keeping you well fed. Wouldn't mind throat-"

A deep thrust interrupted your dirty words. "Want your pussy today, baby."

Your hands returned to his neck, holding on for dear life. His thrusts choked the breathe out of your lungs. Each one as deep as the first one, but like his ride, he didn't do slow.

He'd avoided fingering you earlier, teasing your clit relentlessly. Your aching pussy throbbed with him in it. It loved the filling it was receiving. Slick dripped down your lips and made a mess on his blacks.

"Fuck, Mikey, Mikey, Mikey, slow down!" you weren't sure if you'd be able to keep up anymore before losing it.

"Are we nearing a curve, baby? Are we losing it? Hm? Are we gonna cum?" he slowed down like you asked but just a moment later, "let it lose, baby. Cum with me."

He groaned as he thrust in you for the last time, his dick throbbed in you before filling you with his warm sticky cum. Your body attuned to his play, came as asked.

A cacophony of your moans and whines filled the alleyway as the two of you came off of your high.

"Whew, someone call the janitor. Clean up in the cum-alley."

Your noise attracted some people, but with your back to the wall and Mikey before you, they couldn't see you.

"You look like you'd like to clean it up yourself." Mikey wrapped his jacket on your chest before taking out your shorts from his pocket.

"Nah, we're good. Hearing y'all was good enough for me. Just wanted to come over and see the goods f'myself, that's all."

Lucky for you, they'd walked away as you got dressed. But being caught with Mikey in your pussy felt -

"Felt you throb around me when they caught us, baby. Maybe next time, I really will take you on the streets." He'd tucked himself back in and was wiping your slick off his crotch with your flag top. His eyes bore into yours, a sly grin on his lips.

You'd laughed as you walked out of the alley and to his bike. "I felt you, too."

And that is how Mikey became your ride for life.

[trulybetty]

two-pack habit & a motel tan

pairing: lucien flores x f!reader word count: 1,712 warnings: M | spoilers? cigarettes, alcohol, angsty in parts, aside from being noted as having breasts no other descriptions of reader estimated reading time: 7 minutes summary: no matter how hard you try, you find yourself coming back every time ao3: linked

A/N: Honestly, not sure what I'm doing as I know nothing about this movie and character other than those tiny clips from yesterday. I tagged it spoilers, but really this is a stab in the dark, because while writing this, this could have easily been Dieter, so who knows? Hopefully you enjoy this!

two-pack habit & a motel tan.

The room was dark, the only light that came was from the street lights outside. The cheap gaudy curtains disturbed by the forced air from the air conditioner unit swung lazily casting shadows across the green shag carpet. On the small round table beneath the window sat two empty bottles of beer and an overflowing ashtray, a cigarette hung on its lip, its embers still glowing despite being disregarded. The television flickered on a muted late-night talk show, its dull illumination serving only to highlight the lingering haze of smoke in the air. 

Lucien was sprawled out on the creaky bed, barefoot with his shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest. His dark brown curls were tousled, his dark eyes staring into nothingness as he took another drag from his cigarette. 

The click of the bathroom door opening drew his attention as you walked out, damp hair and wearing an oversized t-shirt that had seen better days, one that you had stuffed in your bag earlier that afternoon on your way out. Lucien’s eyes followed the trail of water droplets that traced your collarbone and disappeared beneath the threadbare and distressed collar of the shirt.

He sat up, patting the space next to him, inviting you to join him on the bed. You hesitated for a moment before relenting, moving across the room and climbing onto the bed knee first.

“Feel better?” He inhaled deeply before turning his head to exhale the smoke from his cigarette, all the while his gaze had followed the line of your bare legs.

You nodded, settling in next to him. He took one more drag of his cigarette before he stubbed it out. Turning back to you, his hand, warm and calloused settled on your thigh just below the hem of your shirt. 

“Don’t know why you bothered to get dressed doll,” his smokey voice intoned as he moved his hand an inch higher, this thumb tracing patterns on your skin as his other hand played with the chain around his neck, running the St. Anthony charm between his fingers out of habit. 

His dark eyes met yours, a playful challenge in their depths. You looked away, your heart pounding in your ears, trying to remember the reasons why you’d said this wasn’t going to originally happen in the first place.

“Luce,” you started, but he cut you off with a laugh that was laced with a tinge of bitterness.

“You’re going to tell me this is a bad idea again, right?” he said cynically as his fingers continued to draw meaningless shapes on your skin. 

He leaned back against the worn headboard, pulling you with him and over to straddle his waist.

“You know it is,” you murmured but made no move to escape his grip, your hands instinctively settling on his chest. His heart beating rapidly beneath your touch, echoing the beat of your own. 

He raised his eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips, “Yeah, but we’re not exactly known for making good decisions now are we?” His fingers slipped beneath the hem of the oversized shirt, making your breath hitch in your chest. His fingers not finding the material of your panties at your hips he gave you an almost smug impressed look, “Well, this is certainly a surprise.”

You couldn’t help the smirk on your lips as you leant down, yours meeting his. The lack of underwear had been a conscious one despite your reservations about even being in that motel room, to begin with. He let out a low groan into your mouth, as his fingers traced a path up your side. His thumb brushed the underside of your breast, causing you to gasp. He laughed, a deep warm sound that vibrated against your lips.

You tanged your fingers in his already tousled curls as his traced their way back down your sides, his hands cupping your bare hips. The feel of the denim of his jeans licked at your core and you couldn’t ignore the surge of desire that pooled in your belly. The scent of his cigarettes on the air, intertwined with the taste on his lips, unspoken promises hung heavy between the two of you, your hips buckled in an all too familiar motion seeking release.

His lips moved from yours, tracing a fiery path over your jaw and down your neck. You tilted your head back, allowing him better access as he trailed hot open-mouthed kisses over your skin.

“Jesus, you are so—” he sucked in a breath as your fingers with reluctance left his hair and slid underneath the barely buttoned-up silk shirt, your nails dragging up his torso to his chest, “maddening,” he murmured when he found his voice.

“I could say the same about you,” you retorted as you pulled his shirt up and over his head.

When you got his text that afternoon you knew where it would lead, it was an all too familiar path you couldn’t help but revisit again and again. For all his flaws, Lucien was a magnet that drew you in, each time harder than before.

His chest bared, the dim light from the nightstand lamp cast a soft glow between the two of you. Your fingers traced the fine outline of the chains around his neck until they reached the pendant that lay below the hollow of his throat. As you looked at St. Anthony, the irony was not lost on you. He was the patron saint of those who were lost, and here he was standing between you and the man who you continuously found yourself drawn back to, despite your many attempts to distance yourself from him altogether.

His lips found yours again, his teeth nipped at your bottom lip, teasing as you tried to go in for another kiss. His hand snaked up your back, coming to rest at your neck, his thumb massaging your nape. His thumb pressed in just the right spot that managed to undo you and have you mewing in response. He grinned with the knowledge that he knew your body better than anyone else ever could, better perhaps even than you knew yourself.

“Tell me,” he whispered, his voice husky as he toyed with the hem of the shirt you were wearing. “Tell me you want this,” he lifted your shirt, pushing it up to your chest before you took over and pulled it over your head. His brown eyes appeared even darker with his pupils blown wide with anticipation.

“I want this,” you said meeting his gaze, your voice barely above a whisper before in one swift movement he rolled you onto your back. 

His hands roamed your body freely now, tracing all too familiar patterns they knew so well; the curve of your breasts, the dip of your waist, the softness of your thighs.

As his lips met yours once more, your fingers traced the waistband of his jeans making short work of the button and fly. He groaned when you freed him from the confines of the denim, taking your time to run your hand appreciatively up and down his length, a low, throaty sound that made your heart skip a beat.

You knew that this should be the last time, but you weren’t trying to fool yourself. You knew there’d be another. It was a constant push and pull between the two of you that was years in at this point. There’d be no way the two of you could make a relationship out of what fractured pieces this already was, but you knew the minute he’d call, you’d come running. You knew it and he knew it, and as his warmth enveloped you, you couldn’t find it in your heart to care.

[stayandot8]

This Lover of Mine

Genre: Tooth-aching fluff

Relationship type: new-ish established boyfriend/girlfriend

Important Contents: For anyone who's having a tough and stressful week. This one is for you. this is the fluffiest thing I ever did write gahd dayum. Gonna give yall a cavity with how sweet this is.

WC: 3.1k

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Holding my phone between my shoulder and my ear, I could hear the screaming in the background of Chan’s apartment. Han’s shriek of protest pierced my eardrums so harshly I dropped my keys to the front door of my work.

“Christopher.” I couldn’t help the tired giggle that escaped my lips. “Please control your children, I can barely hear you.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” His own laugh was like magic to my soul, healing the ache that a long week tore in. I heard shuffling on the other end as I picked my keys back up and turned them in the lock, ending my work week for the time being. I dropped the keys in my bag and started my long trudge home, anxious to finally lay down in my own bed and sleep for an ungodly amount of hours. People were being especially stupid today, asking questions that were easily answered with a simple internet search or making demands that were simply not in my job description to meet. And they were doing this all. week. long. And I had had it. It didn’t help that working all week had prevented me from hanging out with any of my friends. And the worst part? They hadn’t even called to check where I was. That part stung the most.

Chan’s voice broke through my visit through my horrors of the past week. 

“So you’re done with work now?” The background noise had faded now, as if he had moved to another room.

“Yeah, I just locked up. I’m so excited to take a hot bath and lay down. I can feel the exhaustion in my teeth.” More of that soul-healing laughter. It made me smile involuntarily.

“Your teeth are tired?”

“I know, I regretted it the second I said it. But you get my point though.”

“Well, tired teeth aside…” I loved when I could hear his smile when he talked. “Is there any chance you would want to come over and just relax here? I’m sure I can kick the others out if you wanted to be alone.” I was quiet at his request. I wanted to see him, but the others sounded just a little too hyper for me at this time of night. And with the soreness already taking over my legs as I walked home, I was sure I wouldn’t be the life of the party I usually wanted to be. And I only wanted my boyfriend’s friends to see me at my best. 

“I would love to see you but I’m not sure I have the energy to be hounded by those children right now. And I don’t want to be the reason you kick them out. Some of them do live there so I would feel bad.”

“Oh trust me, I don’t mind.” Not a trace of a joke in his tone, which made me laugh again. This one knew how to make me smile and laugh better than anyone else could. It all felt like a dream in that way.

“Well, I would mind. But thank you anyways. Oh shit, I forgot I have to stop at the store. I have absolutely no food at home.” The groan in my throat was feral, rolling my eyes was immediate. “Now I can’t even go straight home.” My whine made me stop in my tracks, putting Chan on speaker to look up the closest store to my location. I was already on my way when I realized he hadn’t spoken in a bit. “Babe?”

“Yeah?” That voice was mischievous, as if a plan was forming in his mind in the silence. 

“You still there?” 

“Yeah, I’m here. You said you had to stop at the store right? Don’t forget toothpaste, you’re almost out. And don’t forget Han’s favorite cereal, he’ll freak out if we come over for breakfast again and you don’t have it. Or Hyunjin’s fruit stuff, you know the one. Okay, well, I”m gonnagonowokayiloveyoubabegethomesafebye.” I paused in my tracks as the phone beeped. Did I just get hung up on? AFTER being given a list?? 

I followed my phone’s directions to the nearest store and grabbed a cart to load up, the fluorescent lights stinging my tired eyes as I went aisle by aisle, grabbing some toothpaste, which had been a nice reminder. I grabbed Han’s stupid cereal, nothing but sugar and marshmallows, sprinkled with some addictive chemical that made the squirrel boy go nuts for it. Pun intended. Hyunjin’s fruit spread was a little harder to find, buried deep within the shelves. About forty-five minutes later, I was carrying my bags into my elevator, sagging onto the walls of the metal box. I was ready to collapse when I heard the ding, signaling my turn to get off and drag myself down the hall to my door. I fumbled with my keys when I heard soft piano music coming from inside my own apartment. I froze. My door was closed so there was no sign of forced entry. What kind of intruder puts on music and closes the door behind them? 

The kind that has a key. The realization hit me as I opened the door, which was unlocked. We would have to talk about that. 

The smell of jasmine and citrus hit me as soon as I walked into my dim apartment. Candles lit every surface from my kitchen counter to the coffee and side table in my small living room. The small firelight cascading beautiful shadows all around the small space I called my own, creating the perfect atmosphere for relaxation. I kicked off my shoes and dropped my bags near the fridge further inside to see the rose petals on the floor, leading down the darkness of the hallway and into my room, a soft glow coming from within. The groceries could wait, the curiosity killing me. The invitation was beckoning me as it drew me in, my footsteps careful and quiet as I followed the clear path to the source. 

This boy was going to be the death of me.

Chan was fumbling around with my TV remote, scrolling through different streaming services to find whatever he was looking for. He was sitting on the edge of my bed, facing away from the door frame I was now standing in. There were more gentle shadows from the army of candles that were lit on every flat surface. My laptop, which he had somehow broken into, was stuck on a silent loop of a fireplace, adding to the coziness of the atmosphere. More petals littered the floor and my bed had been transformed into a haven for the softest looking blankets I had ever seen and pillows of every shape and size. In the middle of the pile was my very own Wolfchan plush, the one I cuddled with while he was away. He had drenched it in his cologne to help when I missed him the most. 

On my desk where the laptop sat, there was an array of trays and plates of food. Fruits, chocolates, chips, and candies were all in dishes surrounding the entree: a round cake that was no bigger than my opened hand, strawberries outlining the edges. A bottle of something I couldn’t make out was standing next to two glasses and I only assumed it was some sort of alcohol with the curly writing of the label.

“Wha-” No words were coming to mind, just sounds that made no sense from the way to my mouth from my brain. Chan whirled around, not expecting me so soon it seemed. His features softened when he saw the adoration on my face, his smile growing with each step he took closing the space between us. 

“Hi baby.” He brought his lips to mine in a soft peck which I didn’t have enough mental strength to return the way I wanted to. I was still in shock, that this most perfect boy somehow found a way to prove once again that I would never find another like him.

“What is all this?” I finally said after drinking it all in. 

“Do you like it?” His hopeful eyes watched me as I glanced around my room, not able to fully comprehend every level that this gesture meant to me. “Wait, there’s more!” He exclaimed excitedly, taking my hand in his and leading me to my own bathroom. I had to know where on earth he got all of these candles…

My bathtub was full, the steam rising from the pool with an aroma that called to my aching bones. The overhead light was off, little tealight candles surrounding the lip of the tub while still leaving an open space meant for me to climb through. The petals on this floor were white, leaving a path in the middle for me to walk through. 

“Go ahead and get in, I’ve got something else for you when you get out. They should be done drying by the time you’re done.” I felt the pinch behind my eyes at his words. There was more? I couldn’t move as I just stared at the physical touches of his love around the small space. I felt his hands move from my shoulders down my arms behind me as he whispered, so close to my ear it sent shivers down my spine. 

“You have to get undressed first, baby. Here, let me help you.” He reached around from behind me to grab the bottom of my work shirt and lifted it up as I raised my arms to help him. He threw it somewhere I couldn't see. His warm hands stopped on my shoulders again, his thumbs moving to release some tension from the base of my neck. His fingers trailed down again to the clasp of my bra to release the hooks, letting it fall from my shoulders and to the floor. He ghosted his fingers down to my hips to trail to the front of my pants, undoing the button and grasping my underwear and pants in one swoop and dragged them down my legs for me to step out of. I finally faced him to ask the only question that mattered to me at that moment as he stood up straight again.

“Will you join me, my love?” My eyes widened in hope and I bit my lip, anxious for his answer. His answering smile told me I only needed to ask.

“Are you sure you don't want to enjoy this alone?” My annoyed expression was the only thing he needed before he let out a giggle. “I just wanted to be sure. Take my hand, darling.” He held it out as he stepped in front of me to lead me the three feet to the warm haven that awaited me. He didn’t let go until I was in and settled. He quickly stripped himself of his own black tshirt and sweats and climbed in behind me, scooting back and spreading his legs on either side of me. As I took my rightful place, the sigh that escaped me came from the depths of my chest. I let my head rest on the crook of his neck, his lips immediately attaching themselves to my own neck. He trailed his lips up my neck into my hair as he grabbed my arm to the hair tie wrapped around my wrist. He took it off me and swept my hair into a fist and he tied it up and nudged my head back to its original place. 

“Let me clean you.” He whispered again, grabbing a cloth from the side of the tub and dunking it in the water to wet it before dragging it across my arms. I felt the tension melt away as he finished my arms and moved to my back, going in circles to massage the soothing water into my skin as much as possible. 

“How are you feeling now?” He asked as he finished. I found it hard to form words again but this time, it was from the numb feeling of bliss from the last ten minutes of being washed and touched with enough tenderness that I wanted to cry again. I fought it as well as I could, hoping Chan wouldn’t get the wrong idea if a tear or two escaped.

“I couldn’t put it into words, Chan. The only thing I can think of is bliss.” I sighed as I closed my eyes and leaned back onto him. He wrapped his arms around me again and kissed my temple. 

“Good. Now let me get you a towel so you can dry off and I can get your other present out of the dryer. It should be nice and toasty now.” He twisted my chin to look at him and kiss me with his plump lips, his mouth parting slightly to take my bottom lip into his teeth and watch it snap back into place. My eyes started drooping, half from how relaxed my limbs now were and half because fuck that was hot. He climbed out of the tub and raced towards the folded towel on the sink, grabbing it and bringing it towards me. I grabbed it with my arms held high, trying not to let it touch the water and get it wet. He grabbed another towel and wrapped it around his waist, leaving his delicious torso open for me to gawk at unashamedly. The water droplets were glistening in the ridges of his abs in the candlelight. I couldn’t take my eyes away and I jutted out my bottom lip in a pout when he walked out of the bathroom, taking my view with him. I sighed and shook my head, trying to clear the dirty thoughts from my head.

 I stood out of the water, immediately hit by the cold after being submerged for far too long. I pulled the stopper to drain the water and climbed out, patting my body dry as best I could when I heard soft footsteps coming back to me. Chan reappeared, holding a brand new tshirt with a stray kids logo, fresh from his recent tour and a pair of pajama pants. His smile matched mine as I took them from him and giggle-bounced on my toes. They were still warm, the perfect thing to throw on in my near-shivering state.

“I hope you like it, it’s my last one. I thought you would like this better than the green one since you like pink. I thought it looked like you so I grabbed it.” 

“I love it. I’m putting it on right now.” I pushed past him to my dresser for a pair of underwear to put on underneath. He followed me out, grabbing his own clothes to put them back on and blew out the candles. My underwear and pants were on when I turned to see he had done the same. He was pulling on his shirt when I let the words tumble out. “You don't have to wear that.” I would’ve felt my blush under any other circumstance, but this time I couldn’t be bothered to feel embarrassed to say my thoughts out loud. He broke into a smirk and nodded, folding his shirt again and placing it on the dresser. He grabbed the trays of food and brought them over to the bed, patting the space beside him as I pulled my new favorite shirt over my head. I practically skipped over to the bed, grabbing the expensive looking bottle and the glasses on the way. He resumed his scrolling through the movies as I flopped into the pile of blankets and pillows he had made for us. He scrunched up his face as he read the descriptions of each movie, puffing his lips out in concentration. I wanted to pinch those cheeks. 

After entirely too much discussion, he finally settled on one and pressed play. He scooted back into the biggest pile near my headboard to lean against and pat the space between his legs for me to climb into. I poured us each a glass and placed them on the side table for easy access before crawling between his legs, sitting in the same position as we were mere minutes ago in the tub, my back to his chest and his chin resting on the top of my hair. His arms snaked around my waist and held firm. 

“Chan.”

He hummed, encouraging me to continue. 

“Thank you. For this, for everything.” He brought his finger up to my chin to turn towards him, his eyes round and inviting. “It’s nothing you’ve done, but I’ve just been feeling so alone lately and you’ve been so…” I didn’t know how to end that sentence. There were too many ways to end it and all of them seemed fitting. He smiled again and I felt the last bit of loneliness I had been feeling just melt away. “Just… thank you.” 

“As long as I’m here, you’ll never know a lonely day again.” He placed yet another kiss on my lips, letting them linger together and get tangled with each other. I pulled away to just look at his face, in awe that I could claim it as mine. 

“Sometimes I don’t believe you’re real. I have to pinch myself to know that you are actually in front of me and doing these things. You make me fall more and more in love with you and I don’t know how you do it. Just when I think I can’t possibly love you anymore than I already do…” I could only smile at him, barely holding my tears back. 

“Well, I’m real. And I am yours for as long as you’ll have me. You have ruined everyone else for me. You are it for me. You are all I will ever want. And if I have to spend my whole life proving it to you, then it will be the greatest success I will ever have the pleasure to achieve.” 

I brought up my hands to latch onto his as if they would disappear as I continued to stare at his features, studying them and committing them to memory. I felt my lips curve into a smile again as I turned my head back around to watch whatever he had picked out. I brought his kuckles to my mouth, kissing his hands and pouring all of my unspoken words into the small affection. He clenched me tighter as he brought me closer to his warmth. 

The love of my life.

My friend. 

My boyfriend. 

My lover.

[jake-kiszkas-smirk]

Need

Jake Kiszka x fem reader

(This is part 3 of Dirty Little Secrets)

18+ only, minors dni

Warnings: graphic sexual content, digital penetration (m rec), oral (m rec), light choking, pegging, handjob, I think that’s it!

This is not edited so I apologize for any mistakes 🖤

"Tell me again why we are in this store and couldn't just order this online?"' Jake murmured as you dragged him down the isle of the adult novelty store.

"Because, I feel like those measurements are always a little...misleading... this way you can actually see it" You shrugged, "Plus we don't have to wait for shipping" He grinned, rolling his eyes and shaking his head as you finally found what you were searching for.

That was only partly the truth, this was your way of making sure he felt more secure in his choice, made sure he wanted this, made it real for him.

"Come on, I'll even let you pick the harness if you want" You wiggled your brows at him.

He glanced nervously around the store before even looking in the direction of what hung on the shelfs. Once he realized there was no one else in the store besides the clerk, he let his eyes begin to scan the options. You watched his expression intently as he browsed, taking into account where his eyes lingered.

You giggled when he reached for one and then stopped bringing his hand to his chin in consideration and tilting his head as if calculating logistics,

"What?!" He laughed, cheeks turning pink "I'm very out of my element here y/n"

"Would you like some guidance?" You asked, pulling him closer to you and wrapping your hands around his bicep, leaning against him.

"Please" He conceded through a sigh, almost melting into you

"Well, I saw you eyeing this one" you reached forward, taking a modestly sized, deep blue colored dildo into your hand, or rather the package that contained it. It had a little curve in it, which told you it would hit his prostate perfectly, you silently wondered if he was thinking the same thing.

"Will that work? I don't see the fabric parts" he whispered.

You did everything in your power to stifle your grin, he was so cute and being very serious.

"Its harness compatible babe, we can use it with or without"

He nodded, turning back to the shelf and looking at the rest of the options one last time,

"Thats the one I want" he said in a quiet confidence that reassured you in the way you'd hoped it would. You ventured further down the isle and stopped in front of the array of harnesses. In a move that shocked you he immediately stepped forward, "This one"

You quirked a brow as he turned around and help up his pick, a leather harness with silver hardware and a few silver studs for decoration. You loved it, but didn't want to waste a moment to tease him,

"Hmmm I don't know, I kinda like this one better" You reached in the general direction of the shelf, knowing he'd stop you before you got too close,

"Not so fast" He stepped between you and the shelf, "You said I could pick, plus you'll look amazing in this" He smirked,

You'd expected him to pout, not step in the way he had.

"Yeah?" You asked, now fishing for his praise,

"Absolutely" He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

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As soon as the front door shut behind you Jake had you pinned against the wall, one hand tangling in your hair as he covered your neck with sloppy kisses and the other grabbing a handful of your ass.

The moment was interrupted by Jakes ringtone, the one you knew was assigned to his twin. He fumbled to silence it and then tossed it on the entry way table. You giggled as he went back to kissing you, rutting his hips against you. His phone began to ring again,

"Jake" You huffed, "What if its important?"

"Ugh" He reluctantly reached over to grab the phone, not moving from you, "This better be really fucking important Josh."

He continued subtly rocking against you, giving you a devilish wink and holding a finger up to shush you when a small groan passed your lips,

"Me? Why can't you do it?" He said loudly into the phone. You heard Josh speaking on the other end just as loudly as Jake. "Fine, when do I have to leave?"

You felt your face fall, and Jake caught it, stopping his motions and pressing a quick kiss to your forehead.

"Tonight?!" He gave your hand a squeeze, and his eyes met yours in an apologetic look as he parted from you and headed off to assumedly pack. "You have no idea how much you fucking owe me for this." Was the last thing you heard before he hung up the phone.

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That was 3 days ago that Josh had called needing him to cover for a sick Sam for some interview in New York. He was supposed to get back today.

As you turned the corner of your street you saw his car parked in the driveway, making your heart flutter. You always missed him like crazy when he was away, even if it was just a few days. It had been a less than ideal day at work and you were just so happy he was home.

Walking in the door you smiled at the sight of his favorite takeout sitting on the kitchen counter, but no sign of Jake. You slipped off your shoes by the door and made your way to the bedroom. The bathroom door was shut and you could faintly smell his bodywash in the air. Stripping out of your blazer you turned to toss it on the bed, freezing when you saw what rested there. The harness you had yet to wear, and the blue toy that went with it. You knew you hadn't left it on the bed, which meant Jake had. It occurred to you that this was his way of telling you what he wanted.

You heard the sink turn on and the familiar sound of Jakes electric toothbrush. Quietly you opened the door and stepped inside. Jakes eyes met yours in the mirror, a soft smile playing on his lips as his eyes raked over you. Since removing your blazer you were now in a lacy camisole and pencil skirt. You took this moment to take in Jake, the towel hung low on his hips and the damp waves of hair that surrounded his face. He looked tired, eyes half lidded and adorned with the slightest of dark circles.

You made your way forward, wrapping your arms around his waist, kissing his shoulder and neck as he continued to brush his teeth. His free hand reached down and lovingly rubbed your thigh. Once he was done with his teeth he turned the sink off and his head fell back against your shoulder, his other hand reaching up to caress the side of your face as you continued to kiss and nip at his neck,

"Baby" He sighed, "I missed you"

"I missed you more" you mumbled against his warm skin, fingers sprawling as your hands began to travel down his torso.

"I don't think so," He tried to turn in your arms but quickly realized that wasn't going to happen. Relaxing again into your hold as your fingertips slipped under the towel, he turned his head towards you as best he could, "Come on, give me a kiss, love." you ignored his request as the towel fell to the ground and you raked your nails down the front of his thighs. Oh so close to where he wanted your hands most.

"Any ideas how to make up for lost time?" You asked, his fingers tightened in your hair as you loosely wrapped your hand around his half hard cock, stroking it slowly,

"Mmm I have a few," He groaned,

"Do tell, Kiszka. I'm holding my breath" you teased as your eyes met his in the mirror,

"I- you know what I want" He replied, eyes fluttering shut as you gripped his cock a little tighter, speeding up your strokes,

"Maybe I just want to hear you say it" you nipped at his earlobe and he shuttered against you. Oh, he was feeling soft tonight, the way he'd conceded when you wouldn't let him turn, the way he hadn't made any commands, his coy responses to your prodding questions. You decided now that you'd try to cut it out with the teasing, and just focus on spoiling him.

You began peppering your kisses over his shoulders as you continued working him,

"I need you to-" He paused, licking over his bottom lip as his eyes opened once more, locking with yours intensely, "I need you to fuck me,"

You felt your heart skip a beat in your chest,

"Need it huh?" you crooned, gently taking his hand from your neck and placing it out in front of him on the sink, following suit with the other to where he was just slightly bent forward.

"Yes, god yes," he swallowed hard as your kisses made their way down his spine, "It was all I could think about the whole time I was gone baby"

"Oh, you poor thing" you said as you dug your fingertips into the plush skin off his ass, squeezing it as you knelt behind him, heart set on devouring him for the first time, "Tell me to stop if you don't like anything ok? Or if its too much,"

"Mhmm" He nodded "Are you about to.."

"Spoil you with my mouth and tongue? Yes Jakey, is that ok?" you sucked a hickey onto the round of his asscheek as you waited for his answer,

"I- only if you want to" He murmured nervously,

"Oh, I want it" And without a second thought you delved in.

The glorious sound of Jake's shocked gasp filled the room, echoing off the walls. He tensed only for a moment before relaxing in your hold. The smell of his bodywash and the taste of him filled your senses as you lapped over him, moving down to show attention to his taint before moving back up.

"You're too good at this, why are you so good at this" He groaned. You internally patted yourself on the back for the praise, "More, please give me more"

"I'm going to, love" you rose back to your feet, "You wanna move to the bed?" you moved to step out of the bathroom,

"Yeah, but first I want this" He grabbed your wrist, taking you by surprise as he tugged you back to him, pulling you into a searing kiss. He held you against him tightly, slotting his lips with yours and pressing his tongue into your mouth. The movements were slow but full of intention, causing you to get lost in the kiss.

When Jake finally pulled away he pulled your shirt over your head, "You're wearing entirely too much right now"

"Alright," You laughed softly, "I got the rest"

You shooed him into the bedroom as you went to remove the rest of your clothing, you wondered if the harness might be a little uncomfortable directly on your skin but decided it was a risk you were willing to take.

When you finally made it into the bedroom Jake was standing at the end of the bed holding the strap in his hands.

"May I?" He said, nodding his head in your direction. It took you a second to register what he was asking

"Oh, sure, it can be a little tricky" you made your way over to him and he knelt in front of you. You felt yourself melt as you watched him figure out the contraption and start to fasten the straps. Reaching down you caressed his face, prompting him to look up and realized you'd been watching.

He scrunched his nose, suppressing his shy smile as he placed a chaste kiss to the spot just above your clit, tightening the final strap. His hand found yours and you pulled him to his feet, not failing to notice the way his eyes studied you in your new look.

"You like it?" You asked, biting your lower lip as you waited for his answer,

"More than I thought, yeah. It's sexier than I imagined.." his words trailed off as he started kissing you again, much more desperately this time around.

"How do you want it babe?" You whispered against his lips. He stepped away, looking at the bed in a moment of consideration before climbing on it and reaching his hand to you, coaxing you to follow him,

"Can we, like this?" He laid on his side and guided you behind him, like the two of you were spooning, his pretty brown eyes looked to you expectantly,

"We can try" You said through a small breathy laugh, reaching for the lube in the nightstand drawer. Once you got it within reach you and Jake got comfortable. You knew from the times he'd fucked you in this position that you needed to be a bit lower on the bed than him. Finally you got situated behind him, right arm under his torso and softly rubbing his chest, his back against your front, his legs lazily tangled with yours. You blindly searched for the lube, putting some on your fingers and then dropping it back to the mattress. "Touch yourself for me? Please?"

He obeyed, slowly stroking himself as you carefully reached between his legs, spreading some of the lube onto him before slowly pressing into him with one finger,

"Y/n" He whined, "More, give me more"

"Are you sure?" You asked as you carefully pumped and curled your finger,

"Yes, yes, please-just-"

"And you say I'm the depraved one," You pressed another finger into him, savoring the moan you elicited, "but listen to you, begging me to stretch you out so you can take my cock,"

"Shit, say that again" His gravely voice wavered,

"The part about you taking my cock?" You curled your fingers into the spot you'd learned completely unraveled him, his free hand had a death grip on the sheets as he nodded quickly, "Is that what you need Jake? You need me to-"

"Yes, fuck baby please, just do it already, I need it" he was a rambling mess, wet hair stuck to his face and his cheeks flushed.

You glanced down between the two of you, looking at the modest size of the strap he'd chosen and you felt confident that he was probably ready, especially if you went slow. You removed your fingers, once again searching for the lube as you pressed some quick kisses to Jake's back. Out of the corner of your eye you saw him glance over his shoulder at your actions before relaxing back against the bed, and taking a deep breath.

"Hey, I love you." You said softly as you got back into position. His hand that he'd been touching himself with reached up and landed over your hand on his chest, giving it a loving squeeze

"I love you" his voice was calm, but you could sense his nervous energy,

"Are you ok?" You asked as you used your free hand to adequately lubricate the silicone between your legs,

"I-yeah, I just got a little nervous suddenly, but I don't want to stop" He said through a small nervous laugh. You pulled him a little closer to you, holding him tightly and adorning him with more kisses as you lined yourself up,

"I've got you babe," You felt him relax, "I'm going to go so slow, and you tell me if you want me to stop,"

He nodded, interlacing his fingers with yours. "Ok, I'm ready"

You cautiously proceeded, pausing every time his hold on your hand got tighter, freezing all together when a sudden moan passed his lips,

"It's-" His breathing had turned ragged, "Keep going, don't stop"

You pressed in further, reaching around with your free hand and pumping his throbbing cock. Another strangled moan came from him as he arched his back, effectively fucking himself back onto you,

"Look at you, taking it so well for me" You praised,

"Uh huh" He whimpered, "It's so-so good"

"Yeah? Are you going to cum for me?" You asked as he continued to roll his hips back onto the length, then forward to fuck himself into your slick hand,

"Please," He groaned, moving your hand from his chest up to his neck. You caught on and lightly wrapped your hand around his throat, squeezing it as a low growl rattled his chest,

"You don't have to ask Jake, I want it" god you fucking wanted it, you were dripping down your thighs and he'd barely touched you, it didn't even matter because you were sure you could get off on his pleasure alone. You went out on a limb and said something you'd never said before, "Be a good boy and cum for me"

"Oh god- oh fuck- oh" He trembled slightly as he groaned and cursed his way through his orgasm, placing his hand over yours tightly around his throat as he frantically rocked his hips until he'd ridden it out.

You felt him release the hold he had on your arm, reaching back to lovingly rub your hip as you gently removed yourself from him. He rolled to his back and looked to you,

"That was.....really intense" He admitted with a spent smile,

"Good intense?" You questioned as you tried to read his face,

"Perfect intense" He replied confidently, "Can I ask for one more thing?"

"Of course" You smiled sweetly

"Come here" He haphazardly tugged you so that you straddled his waist. You looked at him curiously as he started to work at the fasteners around your hips, "I'm feeling a little selfish tonight y/n" A tired smirk found its way onto his perfect mouth,

"Is that so?" you questioned with a tilt of your head and a quirked brow, massaging your hands into his chest as you listened

"Mhmm" he hummed, tossing the strap to the bed. "So I was thinking, I really wanna watch my pretty girl cum."

He grabbed your hips and moved you back to where you now straddled his thigh, a shocked squeal coming out of you causing him to grin,

"Can you do that? Use me to make yourself cum?" his fingers rubbed slow circles over your hip bones,

"And you're just gonna sit back and watch?" you quipped, looking down your nose at him,

"If you'd let me" He relaxed back, propping himself against a pillow,

"I guess you were really good for me" You tested the waters again as you began to grind down against his thigh, bracing yourself on his shoulders, his mischievous grin was back in its place,

"I was a good boy for you wasn't I?" his lips parted as you reacted to his words, speeding up your hips and whimpering a 'yes'. "Did you like fucking me, love?"

"Uh huh" your fingers were digging into his shoulders now as he watched you soaking his thigh,

"Good, because that was definitely not a one time thing" His eyes focused on your heat, "Next time...I want you to really give it to me"

"Jake-" You felt your orgasm building just listening to the filth coming from his lips, your legs started to shake and your movements staggered

"I can take it baby, I'll be so good" he suddenly leaned forward and placed his hands on your hips, guiding you a little faster as his mouth found your neck, kissing and sucking his way up your jaw, "You're so wet y/n, let me have it, I can tell how good it feels baby just let go"

"I- I'm gonna" You gasped out, not having time to finish the statement as your orgasm crashed into you,

"Yeah, thats it y/n, fucking stunning" He sounded just as out of breath as you, "So beautiful when you cum, I'll never get tired of it"

Even in with the pleasure fogging your brain you'd heard those last words and they gave you butterflies. As you drifted back down to earth you collapsed down onto Jake, savoring the way he held you and rubbed your back and kissed the crown of your head.

"I'd say that definitely made up for the lost time," you felt him smile against your hair,

"I think so" He replied as he held you a little tighter. “What do you say we have a sleepover in the living room tonight? Pull out the sofa bed and watch some movies? Deal with the sheets tomorrow?”

“I think that sounds fantastic, if we can both make it in there” you giggled together as you stood up on still shaky legs, giving each other playful kisses as you both tried to steady each other,

“I think we can manage” he pulled you in close for one last kiss, taking his time and gently brushing his nose against yours “it’s good to be back home.”

[littlelalu]

FaceTime | Milo Manheim (Slight Smut)

WARNING: Some cussing ... some sexual words....

NOTE: Y/N = Your name

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FaceTime

The silence in the apartment felt heavier than usual tonight. I am used to hearing Milo’s laughter echo through the place. He has been gone for a little over a month to film season 2 of School Spirits in Vancouver. I couldn’t go with him due to my job and school. This has been the longest time without seeing each other. We do Facetime, call, and text every day but it’s not the same. I want him here, with me. I knew what I was getting myself into when I began dating him, but I didn’t expect to miss him this much. This week was the worst too. I have been wanting “him”. I keep having flashbacks from the last time we had sex. His hands are all over my body, His m, his plus eyes. I have been doing everything to keep my mind off it by watching shows, going on a walk with Louie, and doing homework. NOTHING HELPS.

From the corner of my eye, I saw my phone screen lit up. I grabbed my phone and checked who it was. It was Milo.

“Hey Babe. Just got done filming and I am heading to the hotel now. Are you still up?” he said when I answered.

We have a 2-hour time difference. “Hiii babe! Yeah, it’s only 8 here haha. How was filming?” I texted back. I saw the little text bubble pop up again.

 ‘It was fucking amazing. We filmed a crazy scene that I will tell you more about later, but that shit was scary as hell.”

‘Scaredy cat” I joked.

 “Mean,” he said with a giggle.

“ Anyways do you have plans tonight with the cast again?” I asked curiously. I want to try something new.

“Nope. Why? Want to Facetime?”

“Yes!” I said too quickly, making him laugh.

“Give me like an hour. I am like 25 minutes away from the hotel and I want to shower. “

“Same here. See you soon babe.” I said before we hung up.

I passed some time by going on TikTok and scrolling through videos. After half an hour, I got up from the couch and began getting my things ready so I could shower.

~~~After shower. ~~~

I quickly changed into a crop top and shorts since I took a little longer in the shower than I thought I would. I walked into my room and grabbed my laptop. As my Macbook turned on, I texted Milo.

Hey babe. Are you good to go?

Yes ma’am! Start the call!

I started the Facetime call on my laptop. Milo answered instantly

“Hey, cutie!” He said as he answered. His hair looked messy and slightly wet from his shower. He could see his bare skin. Oh God. He’s shirtless.

“Miloooo!” I said excitedly. “How was your day love?”

“Besides having fun filming, it was pretty chill. We had to reshoot some scenes because we kept getting out of character.”

We talked a bit more about his time on set, telling me that ‘scary’ scene he had to film. I was doing my best to pay attention, but he looked so fine. All I could think about was what I could do to him if he were here.

“You seem a bit off. Everything okay?” Milo said, bringing me back to reality.

“Yeah..” I said shyly, slightly blushing.

“What’s wrong, “Y/N”?” He asked sternly.

“I– I just miss ‘you’” I said.

“I miss you too, babe. No need to be upset right now. We will see each other soon” He said with a reassuring smile.

“No, Milo.” I sighed looking down slightly embarrassed. “I miss “you”’”

Milo looked confused at first. “What? What do you me-” He got quiet and his eyes widened. “Oh…”

“I-i’m sorry. I s-should go. I made this awkward.”

“Babe, no. Just caught me off guard. I never imagined you having these thoughts. You’re so innocent.” He said with a smirk.

“I’m not sure why I need you this way. I just do. This whole week has been crazy.”

“Well… “ He said “If it makes you feel any better… I miss “you” too.” He said using his hands to air a quote on ‘you”

I felt my cheeks get hot. “Really?”

“You have no idea. You left your mark on me before I left. Remember? I couldn’t stop thinking how wild you were” He said.

We did go crazy before he left—the best one for sure. 

I giggled. “Sorry about that. But no regrets” 

“Why don’t you show me how much you missed me?” He asked. 

I looked at him in shock. “H-how?”

“ Rub yourself.” He demanded.

Me being a good girl and started to do so. I took off my shorts and underwear and began to back my laptop. The angle of the camera can see my whole body now. I laid my back against the bedboard and spread my legs open. I grabbed a little bit of lotion and began rubbing myself. 

Slight moans came out of my mouth.

“Fuck babe” Milo groaned. “I want to fuck you so bad right now.”

“Do the same, Milo,” I demanded him.

He set his phone down against something and started pulling down his joggers. He sat up on his bed. His dick is so hard. His tip throbbing. 

“You’re happy to see me,” I said and winked at him.

“I-I always am” as he began to stroke himself. “I want to f-feel you, babe. Me pinning you d-down bed. Pounding you from behind.” 

I rubbed myself a bit faster and started to let out some moans. “M-Milo. I-I need you in me. I want to r-ride you so b-bad.” 

He bit his lip trying not to moan loudly. “Take your shirt off.” He demanded again.

I raised my shirt. I wasn’t wearing my bra, so my breasts were exposed to him. 

“O-oh G-god, Y/N” he moaned. “I remember how much they bounced when I was pounding you.”

“I w-wish y-o-o-u were sucking on them r-right now.”

I saw him roll his head back.“F-fuck, Y/N” He moaned. “Finger yourself and Moan my name for me. Think of me fucking you right now.” He kept stroking himself.

I inserted two fingers like he would and moaned his name louder each time I pumped them in and out. I kept thinking of how he would fuck me so hard right now. He moaned slightly louder this time.

“I-I-I’m close, baby” He whimpered out and picked up his pace. 

“Me too” I groaned. I rubbed myself in the right spot and finished in my hand. I was panting.

I noticed Milo finished and was out of breath too. 

“That was something: he said slightly laughing. I giggled at his comment.

“Yeah. It really was.” 

“Hold on… I … ummm… gotta clean my mess” He said. 

I nodded. “Me too” We left the call open but went to clean ourselves up quickly. Once we were done we returned to our call.

“I miss you even more now…” He said.

“Almost time babe. Just three more weeks.” I said.

“We might have to do that again sometime soon. You look so beautiful moaning my name like that.”

“Milo!” I said, slightly blushing.

“Oh I’m sorry,” He said in a playful voice “Is the girl who mentioned she missed me fucking her acting innocent now?”

I rolled my eyes at him “Haha, very funny”

“Well…. Just know your dreams will become true very soon” He said and winked at the camera.

I have been counting down the days for that anyway. “I hope so. If not, I will just have to do it myself” I smirked at him.

He acted offended.”Don’t you dare.” 

“I’m just saying.” I giggled.

He yawned. “I’m tired now babe. Ima head to bed. I have to wake up early to film some more. I’ll text ya in the morning.”

“That’s fine love. Get some rest.”

“Goodnight babe. I love you so much, beautiful.” He said as he blew a kiss at me and waved at the camera.

I blew a kiss at him “Good night! I love you too, handsome.”

We ended the call.

I went to bed that night feeling relaxed and happy after that exciting call. Now, I have to wait for the real thing soon.

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NOTE: I am posting this at midnight. I started working this Friday afternoon but was too busy to finish it. It's not my best as I have not written anything smut. But I'll see how it goes.

Time for bed for me.... Goodnight yall! :)

[buggy-samaaa]

Knife kink drabble continued

Continuation of this

Akin to Pavlov’s dogs, Buggy now gets turned on by the smell of peanut butter. He keeps a jar in his bedroom just to take a whiff, late at night when he’s alone. You’ve learned you can tease him by saying, “I could go for a snack.” It’s ridiculous. You’re actually not sure if his kink is knives or peanut butter. So you decide to ask.

“Peanut butter—?! You think I wanna fuck a jar of P.B.?? Is that what you’re asking me??”

“W-Well, I don’t know — you just get so …aroused… by it, I can’t help but wonder!”

“It’s the knife, baby, the KNIFE!” He says, exasperated, mumbling under his breath about stickiness and crevices. He’s leaning against the mast with his arms crossed and his detached hand pinching the bridge of his nose with frustration.

“Buggy, you don’t have to be mad,” you say, and you take his hand from his face and hold it, patting it. “I’m not judging you for it.” You give the back of his hand a peck. It returns to his wrist.

“I’M NOT MAD! I’m FRUSTRATED!”

“Buggy baby, hey, no, it’s okay, honey…” You are really laying it on thick with your cooing voice. You give him a big, soppy hug. He scoffs and grumbles, but lets his chin rest on the top of your head. “Better?” You ask him and he grunts in reply. “You know, if you like knives so much….” You pull back from the hug and look at him mischievously. “Maybe we could do something interesting…”

Buggy quirks a brow, intrigued. He pulls you back into the hug by your hips, his frustration Entirely forgotten. He grins at you and leans in when you crook a finger. You whisper your thoughts in his ear. He stiffens and his grin gets wider. You separate yourself from him and grab his hand, leading him into his bedroom. Buggy is beaming with surprised delight.

—

You’ve been making out for a while, now, and Buggy is starting to wonder when you’ll fulfill your promise.

“Babe—“ He says between kisses. “When do you think (mph) — you’ll (mph)— do the thing—“

“Patience, Bug,” you say quietly, continuing to kiss him. “I want you all riled up for me.”

“I’m riled, I (mph)’m really, (mph) Really riled,” Buggy replies, then lets out a shaky breath when you move your attention from his lips to his jawline. “So riled,” he says to no one as you lick his jaw.

You look down at his tented pants and raise your eyebrows, pretty proud of yourself. “Okay,” you say, and Buggy lets out an excited laugh. He detaches his hands and sends them flying across the room to where his coat is hung. He reaches inside the coat and brings back one of his knives.

“Okay, here, here ya go,” he hands you the knife and is practically panting like a begging dog right now. So needy. You take the knife in your hands and sit back on the bed, no longer touching Buggy.

You make a show of bringing the knife up to your face and running the dull edge across your cheek. You sigh and stick out your tongue. Buggy’s eyes are wide open as he watches you.

“Please…” he’s whispering to himself. You look right into his eyes as you touch your tongue to the knife and lick it for him, a long lick from the base of the handle to the tip. You close your eyes and let out a soft moan, loving the feeling of his eyes on you, enraptured by your actions.

“Oh… Oh God…” Buggy whispers with a grunt. “M-More, babe, please,” he begs under his breath. You lick the knife again. Buggy is covering his open mouth in awe at you, trying to stifle a ragged moan. His other hand is dragging down his own chest and stomach.

“Don’t touch yourself yet,” you say quietly. “We’re just getting started.” He nods frantically.

“I—I won’t, I won’t touch myself,” he replies, and he actually detaches his hands and rests them on the corner of the bed. “I’ll be good.” He’s so cute when he’s eager to please.

You get to your knees and prop yourself up against your heels so he can see most of your (still-clothed) body. Your shirt is unbuttoned enough to show your some of your chest. You take the knife and drag the dull edge along your skin, tilting your head back and sighing at the cold metal. You see Buggy’s hands start to grip the sheets.

“Keep going, baby,” he whispers, mouth still parted.

You keep dragging, leaving raised pink lines against your sensitive skin. “Nnn… that feels so good…” you say aloud, trying to drive Buggy crazy. He loves that you’re doing this just for him.

“Ready for the fun part…?” You say through lidded eyes. All he can do is swallow and nod. You take the sharp edge of the knife and start to slice up your buttoned shirt, popping the buttons open and exposing more and more skin. Buggy shudders as your chest is fully exposed to him. He bites his bottom lip and stares, trying to take it all in. You see out of the corner of your eye that his hands are gripping the sheets even harder, as if desperately avoiding rushing over to grope you. You stroke near your nipple with the dull edge and shiver. Buggy huffs and puffs at the sight.

“You gotta let me touch, please,” he begs. “This is too much for me, I-I can’t—“ You see his pants are straining. You feel kinda bad for him. So you decide to scoot forward on the bed with the knife still in your hand. Buggy stares up at you curiously. You silently poke the tip of the knife against his chest, willing him to fall backward against the bed. He does so, eyes glinting and mouth twitching into a smile. This time, you use the knife on him instead.

You spread his legs and rest yourself between them. His breath hitches in his throat at your touch. He swallows and looks down at you as you slowly start to cut open the opening of his pants. He’s so enamored that he doesn’t even care that these are his good pants. The ripping fabric separates to give his cock a little release. You do the same to his underwear, to Buggy’s relief.

“Thanks,” he sighs gratefully. “Can I touch now?”

“No.”

“Come on…” One of his hands starts to tip-toe from the edge of the bed towards you. It floats over to your leg and ghosts its fingers across your calf. “At least let me touch Something…”

“I said, ‘no.’” You point the knife to his throat with a smirk. Buggy immediately pulls his hand away and his face reddens. He wets his lips, his mouth feeling dry. You grin at his reaction a little sadistically, which excites Buggy to no end. He tests the waters by drifting his hand against your ass, wanting to see how far you’ll take the game. You flip the knife so the sharp side is against Buggy’s neck. He breathes hard and shakily, glancing down at the knife and back at you with a wicked grin. He grabs your ass.

You practically growl and you pin him down by straddling him, the knife pressed against his neck, right beneath his Adam’s apple, which bobs with another nervous and excited swallow.

“Fuck, babe… you’re so hot…” He whispers with lust, glittering eyes staring straight into yours. “What are you gonna do…? You can’t cut me…”

“I can… scratch you,” you say, and you show him by using the tip of the blade to scratch along the thick tendon in his neck.

“Nn—“ Buggy whimpers. “Fuuuck…”

You lean down to lick the red mark you left, making Buggy tingle. His hands start to run from your ass up to your chest, and he slowly strokes it with his palms, brushing against your nipples. You bite his neck as a punishment for touching you when you told him no, twice.

“Joke’s on you, I’m into that shit,” he grunts as you clamp down. He gropes your pecs and bites his lip to suppress a raspy giggle. One of his hands floats over to your backside again and he presses his fingers against you. You can’t help but press back against his touch, gasping. “Who’s in control now, huh?” In your surprise, he takes the chance to grab and flip you so he’s on top. He pins your hands above your head and grab the knife from you.

“Buggy—“ you say as you squirm. “Hey—!”

Buggy chuckles huskily and drifts the dull edge of the blade along your cheek. “Whatsa matter, cupcake? You don’t like it when I’m on top?” He presses the blade against your cheek, the sharp tip dangerously close to cutting you. You stare up at him and glare, struggling against his hold. “Ooh, I like seeing you pissed off like this…” He moves the knife to scrape against your cheek, gently, as if he’s shaving your face with a straight-blade. Buggy whispers in your ear, “I bet you’re loving this, aren’t you…?”

You inhale and exhale sharply, heartbeat increasing in fear and arousal. You nod with a dazed expression.

“I wanna hear you say it,” Buggy whispers, scraping your other cheek.

“I love it,” you admit quietly, looking at him with lidded eyes.

“How far do you want me to go?” He asks, still flirting, but sincere, his voice low.

You look at him, eyes hard now, and you confidently whisper, “Cut me.”

[bbitess]

skater boy prt 2-clyde x f!reader

part 1 here

shower sex‼️ smut >>> plot

warnings‼️ smut, fingering, oral m!receiving, oral f!receiving, throat fucking, cum eating, ass slapping, hair pulling, p in v, cream pie, aftercare

another normal day rolled around. about two days later i decided to go over to the skatepark again and i saw clyde. he was sitting on his skateboard on the ground. i calmly rode towards him so my board would nudge his and when he noticed, he looked at legs and followed up my body to meet my eyes. he looked up at me with his lips slightly parted, and i smiled. “hey.” was i all i said.

clyde quickly got up from his board and pulls me in for a hug while i am still on my board. “why are you so happy to see me?” i asked. he looked confused, tilted his head and slightly raised an eyebrow. “i need a reason?” he joked, “but in all seriousness, i’ve been skating here everyday, noon to night, since i last saw you, and you just showed up. maybe the anticipation is making me mad.” he joked. i laughed and then thought how sweet that was.

his eyes locked with mine. i blushed a little but kept skating. later once the sun had gone down i was pretty much done skating and clyde looked exhausted. i skated up to him and nudged his leg with my foot. “are you okay?”

“yeah im okay.” he said rubbing his eyes and sitting up on his board. he inches towards me and says, “im just really tired, skating for the past three days you know.”

i laughed, “that was your choice!” she smiled, “and i bet you got a lot better.” clyde laughs and smiles but lays back down with his face in his hands. his shirt pulling up a little to reveal a small happy trail.

i got bold, “you know clyde, you could come back to my place and stay there.” my stomach sunk. he sat up when he processed the invitation, “really?” he asked. “yes,” i nod.

“but how would i shower?” he asks, “i have a shower too.” i said grabbing his hand and pulling him to his feet. his smile covered his face, “okay, i’d love to.” he said and we walked to my car and packed up the skateboards before we left and drove to my house.

i opened my door and set my things near the door. clyde did the same, his eyes scanning the interior. “wow, this is a nice place” he said smiling at you. “thanks,” i smiled, my blush hidden in the dim house. i stepped towards clyde and watched his adam’s apple bob as he swallows. i grab his board from him, grazing my fingers against his for a moment. i set the board aside and walked behind him.

he was nervous, i placed my hands on his upper back softly, i heard his breath hitch and felt how tense his shoulders were. i pulled his flannel off his shoulders and hung it on the coat rack. i began to massage his stiff arms and shoulders, feeling the muscles unknot. he began to breathe deeper and almost grunt as i kneaded his skin. his arms were skinny but toned and the wife beater was snug to his pecks and waist. he turned to stand in front of me, facing me with his lips slightly parted. i snaked my arms around his waist slowly and faintly smiled. he returned the gesture and our faces leaned together to meet for a sloppy kiss.

clyde was making out with me like it was his last time ever, he savored the flavor that he had been longing for since the first taste. the sound of light moans and loud kissing filled the mud room. i pulled away and lead him to my room and into my bathroom. he looked a little confused.

“do you still need to shower?” i asked, a slight smirk on my face. clyde didn’t know what to say so he just nodded. i smiled turning to go grab towels but clyde grabbed my arm, stopping me. he looked into my eyes and said “i may need some help figuring out the water pressure and stuff, though.” he smiled. i was suprised, he had never made a move like this before. i smiled and felt like i was going to melt in his grip. i was speechless and just pressed my lips to his once again. he began kissing back ferociously and even started cupping my boobs and pawing at the bottom of my shirt.

i pulled about for a second to pull off his wife beater, exposing him and all his radiance. i followed suit pulling my shirt off swiftly. clyde’s jaw dropped and his hands and lips immediately connected to my chest. he kissed down my cleavage and sucked hickeys on my neck. i whimpered under his soft touch. he kept panting, blowing his warm breath over my bare skin as he continued kissing my chest.

i pulled my bra over my head and he continued swirling his tounge around my nipples and holding my tits harshly. i moaned and reached for his belt, quickly undoing it and letting his pants fall to his ankles. he helped me step out of my pants and panties leaving me completely bare. he didn’t have much time to look before i pulled his boxers down exposing his hard cock to the air. he winced a little as it popped up on his stomach, the tip was red and angry, a pearly bead of precum dotted on the tip. the veins pulsated down his multiple inches of member. clyde had the prettiest cock i have ever seen.

i couldn’t help but kiss the tip, rubbing the precum on my lips and meeting clyde for a kiss. he moaned into my mouth at the the taste of himself. i giggled a little when i pulled away to step into the shower. i turned on the warm water and felt it run down my body. clyde had followed me inside the shower and was admiring me as i rinsed my body. i turned around and grabbed him by the back of the neck, pulling him into the stream of water and meeting in the middle with another passionate kiss.

it didn’t take long for my hands to slide down his stomach and onto his hard cock. i stroked it slowly in my hand, and clyde built up the confidence to move over of his hands from my tit to the heat between my legs. he mumbled and whined as i toyed with his dick but i froze when i felt his index finger enter me. it caught me off guard and i leaned my head back, letting out a lewd moan as the hot water sprayed on my tits. i was so wet for him already.

i tried to keep a steady pace as i moved my hand on his cock but he just kept fingering me. “clyde you are so good!” i moaned. he began to speed up, even slipping a second finger in. i felt my insides behind stretched and i clenched his fingers inside me. “your so fucking tight.” he mutters into my ear quietly, i could barely hear it over my own moans and the splashing sound of his hand pounding into my cunt.

“oh my god clyde, please i’m going to cum.” i muttered whining and moaning his name as he mercilessly finger fucked me. his other hand lifted and left a harsh slap on my round ass, i felt heat rise to the spot and the pleasure only heightened. i let out pornographic sounds that filled the shower. “cum for me, baby.” he says, i looked into his eyes, and that was all it took, hearing clyde call me baby and seeing his wet hair framing his face, his lustful eyes digging into mine, his fingers hitting the soft spot inside me again, and again, and again. my face contorted as i came to my climax and squirted all down his fingers.

i rode out my orgasm and he licked his fingers dry. i kissed him deeply and grabbed his cock once again, happy to return the favor.

i began kissing down his neck and chest leaving red smudges littered on his skin. he whimpered at the contact and sighed deeply when i started licking at his shaft. he moaned quietly, “shit, you are so fucking hot.”

i took this as a signal to deep throat his length. he filled my mouth up to the brim and hit the back of my throat making me gag on his hard cock. he whined loudly and i slowly began bobbing on his dick.

his moans repeated with my motions. he carefully moved my hair from my face, i looked up through my eyelashes to meet his gaze and he threw his head back with a groan. his hand was planted on the back of my head, gripping my wet hair in his fist. i felt my wet pussy leaking down the drain and as he started guiding my head, it only felt better.

he kept his hand firm on my head and pushed himself down my throat at a rapid pace. i thought it was almost to much to handle, he showed no mercy as his hips worked on their own, pounding into my face. i gagged and sputtered all over his cock, the spit running down my chin and his balls. i reached up and gripped them in my hand, massaging them slightly and looking up at him with teary and cock drunk eyes.

he couldn’t help but cum right there. he moaned and whined as his pace slowed and my mouth filled with his seed. my mouth was almost overflowing with his cum and he loved the sight of it. i swallowed as much as i could and licked my fingers clean. he pulled me to my feet with a big smile and kissed me quickly, tasting his cum on my lips.

i pulled away. “please clyde…” i muttered, my pussy throbbing between my legs, “i need you to fuck me, so bad.” was all i could say, a low whisper in his ear but it sparked his desire to cum again, this time inside my tight cunt.

he swiftly flipped me around and pressed me against the wall of the shower, my ass raised to the running water. i grabbed my behind and started spreading my ass cheeks to show him my aching hole. his cock hardened once again and he pumped it in his hand to keep it erected. i moved my hands, one to squeeze my tit and finger my hard nipples, and the other i moved over to messy pussy, dripping with lust.

i carefully began pumping my fingers inside my sore cunt, my thumb pressing on my hard clit. moans slipped from my mouth as i pleasured myself.

clyde raised his pre-cum-covered hand and left a harsh slap on my ass. i let out a sharp whine and fingered myself harder. he raised his hand again, leaving another slap on my tender skin, staining my ass red. i whined again and played with my clit lazily. “please clyde…” i mumbled.

“what?” he questioned, leaning over me, pressing his erect dick to my back. “fuck me, clyde!” i moaned a little louder. clyde chuckled a little and lined himself up with my hole. i leaned back on him, my wet cunt quickly swallowing the pretty tip.

he immediately felt pleasure overflowing his body, he didn’t know how much longer he could keep himself together when he was fucking a pussy as good as this. he pushed in further, the inches filled me up. i let out pornographic moans as he bottomed out and then began thrusting in and out. i thought he would split me in half, but his gentle movements melted the pain into pleasure.

i let out a lewd moan and slapped my other ass cheek, making me whine and tears pricked up in my eyes. i moaned his name like a prayer as he kept pounding into me under the stream of the hot shower. the water splashed all around us and it felt almost primal, being so wet, naked, and close to one another.

clyde grabbed my hair again, pulling my head up as he pushed me into the wall, grinding into me. he knew he was close, “cum for me, please,” he begged, gripping my hair tighter. he left another harsh slap on my ass and that send me over the edge. i had a second orgasm, spasming on his cock. i clenched around him and he came quickly after, squirting cum into my hole, it overflowed and dripped out around his cock. when he pulled out, cum flowed out of my hole and down the drain like a white waterfall. clyde quickly got to his knees and took my ass in his hands, lapping my cunt dry. he moaned into me, his vibrations stimulating my sensitive clit. i had to push him off me because the pleasure was getting over stimulating.

he got up and turned me around, moving the hair from my face and kissing my puffy red cheeks. i turned off the shower and when we got out i could help but notice how fucked i looked when i got out the the shower. i could tell i had been crying and the redness on my ass hadn’t gone down. clyde looked closely and swore he could see his hand print as clear as day.

“then everyone will know you are mine.” he purred into my ear, wrapping me in his towel and nibbling on my ear love. he continued to suck at my neck, claiming his territory. i smiled at him and kissed him again before taking him back to the bedroom. i gave him some of my pajamas that would fit him and we helped each other get dry and dressed. i swore i had never seen a man more beautiful then clyde when i was drying his hair.

we snuggled into bed and clyde kissed the top of my head, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me flush to him. “goodnight,” i said, but there was no response. he was already fast asleep.

i didn’t know much about clyde, the skater boy, but i really enjoyed tonight and will remember it as the best time i’ve had in a while.

[farfromsugafanfic]

Rebound | Chapter Seven: Weak Side

Genre: College AU, Basketball Captain!Yoongi, Basketball Captain!Reader, Idiots to Lovers, slight Rivals to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings: references to sexual acts

Synopsis: You and Yoongi always catch each other on the rebound.

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"Remember to ice it for twenty minutes before you go to bed," you said, waving from the driver's seat of your car.

Yoongi nodded and slung his bag over his shoulder. He waved back at you before walking awkwardly towards his apartment. At the rate he was going, it was going to take him forever to get up the stairs.

You shut off your car and got out to help him. "Yoongs," you said, lightly grabbing his wrist and wrapping his arm around your shoulders. "Let me help you."

Yoongi relented and allowed his arm to fall over your shoulders. You walked with him slowly as the two of you walked up the stairs one at a time.

Yoongi's face was curled in frustration and he was nearly panting by the time you reached his front door. You knew he had been careful not to put his weight on you and had taken the brunt of the pain himself. And, in all the years you'd known Yoongi, the one thing that frustrated him most was when he wasn't able to practice.

Yoongi reached in his pocket and pulled out his keys, fumbling slightly before getting the door open.

Yoongi's apartment was exactly how you imagined. Functional with a few small details of personality. The walls were mostly bare, except for his high school basketball jersey that hung on the main wall of the room.

"Aw, I still have mine, too," you said, pointing up at the fading red fabric.

"Oh yeah, I, uh, I like to remember where I started. And, it was the only thing we could get to stay on the wall without damaging it."

You laughed. Noticing the wall safe strips every college student is familiar with, on the back of the frame.

"You don't live alone, right?"

Yoongi shook his head. "Nah, I have two roommates. But, we're all busy, so we don't really see each other much."

"Do you want me to stay until someone else gets back?"

You helped drop him gently on the couch and stretched your shoulder as the weight he had leaned on you had still be substantial.

"It's getting late," he said. "You should get home."

You nodded, but not leaving the room. Yoongi always seemed to know the perfect thing to say when ever you were down. Maybe he'd known you long enough it just came naturally, or maybe he just understood something about you that you didn't. But, in that moment, you couldn't find anything to say to make Yoongi feel better, or rather, any reason to stay.

You'd never admit to him how much you wanted to curl up under his arm on that couch and watch a movie until you both fell asleep. Or, how thankful you were that you were chosen to help Yoongi rather than anyone else on the team or the coach.

"Call me when you get home," he said.

You nodded again and finally turned to leave when you felt Yoongi's hand wrap around your wrist. It was still a little sweaty and almost felt clammy, like a teenage boy who's about to confess.

Before you could question Yoongi's action, his lips pressed to yours quickly and chastely. It wasn't a special kiss by any means, in most respects boring and innocent. The kind of kiss that was shared between shy kids or as a quick interlude before both parties needed to rush off into their lives.

"Thank you," he said.

You nodded, not knowing how else to respond. You weren't sure why you were so awkward in the moment, but something in your stomach caused you to become weirdly energized and nearly trip as you turned around.

Your eyes widened as you came face to face with another boy. His eyes were just as wide and his lips pursed slightly in surprise.

"Oh, uh, sorry to intrude," you said, as you moved past the boy. "I was just dropping Yoongi off. He, uh, sprained his ankle at practice."

The boy nodded, any semblance of his surprise long gone. His composure barely lost.

"It's not an intrusion at all," the boy said. You hadn't noticed how attractive Yoongi's roommate was until that moment when he smiled at you and sent a glance at towards Yoongi. "I don't think we've met, I'm Jin."

"Y/N," you said. "I'm a friend of Yoongi."

"It seems like you're a little more than friends," Jin said, partially under his breath, but you could tell he wasn't attempting to hide his words.

You immediately felt your body grow warm and you dropped his eye contact.

"Leave her alone, Jin," Yoongi said, his cheeks tinged a shade of pink.

"I didn't mean to embarrass you, Y/N. I've just, uh, never seen Yoongi like this."

You ignored Jin's comment to save yourself from making a bigger fool of yourself and said you goodbyes. With another quick reminder for Yoongi to ice his ankle before bed, you walked back down to your car.

vVv

"The van's full," your coach said. You and Yoongi stood just outside the open door, your bags sling over your shoulders. "Does one of you mind driving?"

"I don't mind," Yoongi said, as you shook your head. While you weren't keen on driving,Yoongi always drove. It was infuriating that he always insisted. But, you knew that the three hour drive would wear you out and only make the anxiety you already felt increase.

You followed Yoongi to his car. He popped the trunk and he tossed his bag in before taking yours off your shoulder and throwing it in beside his.

You climbed into the passenger seat, buckling yourself in, and hoping to find some comfort on the long ride.

He plugged in an aux cord and held it out towards you. "Do you want to play music?"

You shrugged. "I don't care. You can play whatever." You turned to see the van full of you teammates departing and you caught a few sympathetic glances from them. They all still thought your rivalry with Yoongi was because you actually hated each other, or at least that you annoyed by him.

You would never tell them it was because you were trying to forget how his skin felt against yours. The pressure of his lips against your own. Trying to forget that you'd slept with him when he was Ji-yoo.

"Are you nervous?" Yoongi asked, keeping his hip hop playlist at a low volume. He pulled out of the parking lot, following the van.

"I don't know. I don't think there's a point, but, yeah, I guess I am."

"You've practiced a lot and look solid. You don't have anything to worry about."

You nodded, not feeling the knots settle in your stomach. "Are you nervous?"

"Not really," Yoongi said. "I don't really care if I win or lose. I've started to care mainly about my music. I love basketball, but I don't really think there's a future there for me."

You turned your head to try and hide to your surprise. Yoongi was one of the best basketball players you knew and if he didn't see a future for himself in the sport, where did that leave you?

"It's okay," he said. "I don't really want to play professionally. I'm more into my music."

You nodded, forgetting Yoongi was a music major. The majority of your teams were studying something related to sports: sport psychology, business, or like you, kinesthesiology.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing after graduation?"

He shook his head. "I'm just gonna keep working on it. I've already sold a few songs, so it shouldn't be too hard. Maybe do a mixtape or something."

"A mixtape?" you asked, smirking. "Could I listen to it?"

"Do you want to listen to it?"

"Maybe," you said. "If you'd let me."

"Well, I haven't even written it yet, but once it's finished, you'll be the first to listen to it."

You smiled. "Even if we don't see each other after graduation?"

That caused him to take his eyes off the road for a moment. They flit over your form that slumped slightly in the passenger seat.

"Of course, I can't think of anyone else I want to listen to it first."

Your shifted your gaze out to the vast highway. The van with your teammates now a few cars in front of you. You felt Yoongi look over at you a few times, while the looks were brief, they nearly burned holes in your skin.

You barely talked for the rest of the ride. Your thoughts straying to the last time you were in Yoongi's car. His limbs tangled with yours and his raspy, tired voice. You were sure now that he was in love with you. And, worst of all, you were falling in love with him.

You had just entered the city where finals was held. It was held in a professional stadium—the Ravens to be more specific—the team Yoongi had seen scouting you at semis.

If Yoongi was right, this could very well the city you'd move to after graduation. The place where your professional basketball career would begin. For the team, you'd loved since you were a child.

"You know, we could say we got stuck in traffic..."

"And? What?" Yoongi asked, his eyebrows raising, as he exited.

The city buildings rose above you now. It wasn't that you weren't used to the city, the twin you and Yoongi grew up on was a half hour away. But, your university was in a small city, where it felt like you could breathe.

"I don't know," you said. "I could finally pay you back for last time." Your lips twitched. You wanted to pretend that giving Yoongi a blow job hadn't been on your mind, but it was impossible.

"You really want to taste me, huh?" His lips were twisted in a smirk and his fingers splayed across the stick shift as he shifted down to a lower gear.

You gulped at his phrasing, finding that you quickly needed to rearrange yourself in the car seat.

"Not today," he said, the smirk still not leaving his lips. "Let's get through finals first."

You felt like you were going to lose your mind. The boy was going to force you to wait. But, maybe it was for the best. The last couple times you slept together it happened as a rebound, just to help you bounce back.

Except, it hadn't. You hadn't even glance at other guys since you and Yoongi first had sex on your desk.

"But, we should still take that detour. There's a place I've been wanting to go."

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Leo Valdez x child of Poseidon pt 2

As Leo was walking back to his cabin still grinning from ear to ear he realized that he was going on a quest that week that he had completely forgotten about

it made him sad that he was leaving tomorrow because he wouldn’t get to see you

he then had an amazing idea

he ran back to your door and knocked on it

you were still in pajamas with your hair being a mess but he didn’t care

” get ready I have something I need to show you”

you were a little surprised but got ready and went with him

he led you to the forest talking about anything and everything on the way

thats how he learned you like f/c (favorite candy), loves f/m (favorite movie), and that you love f/b (favorite band) this would help him for future reference

you walked up to a door. A BIG door

Leo LIT HIS HAND ON FIRE and it opened

“welcome to bunker 9” he said as your mouth hung open

as the doors opened a DRAGON was inside

but it was bronze not a regular dragon

”this is Festus he’s our ride on the quest, I haven’t shown him to anyone yet”

“ so why are you showing him to me?”

“ because we might find Percy on this quest and I wanted to show you that we have a reliable ride”

”thanks it makes me feel a lot better that you you all will be safe even if I barley know you

just then Festus walked up to you and nuzzled your chest

you laughed as Leo said “ he likes you…hey do you want to go for a ride with me?”

you say yes and you both hop on Festus

the feeling of soaring through the sky is amazing

he gets close enough to the water that you can touch it and you do

your sitting in front of Leo and you can feel him behind you

it makes you feel safe

You start to feel a little lightheaded from exhaustion since you haven’t eaten anything and you’ve been a little overwhelmed

suddenly you blackout and the last thing you think is I just fell backwards onto Leo’s chest

leo is freaking out because you just passed out

you land back at bunker 9 and he get you down

hes carrying you bridal style and he walks back to camp like that with you in his arms

hes still freaking out as he takes you to the infermery passing annabeth and piper on the way

they look at each other in surprise as they see what’s going on and from then on they know you guys like eachother

leo walks into the infermery and finds Kayla

“ she passed out I don’t know what to do” he is still freaking out

Kalyan tells him to lay you on a cot while she does an assessment

Leo sits with you the entire time

piper and Annebeth walk in to see what is going on as they’re walking over Kayla say to Leo “ she passed out from exhaustion but it she doesn’t look healthy. I think she’s been starving herself”

Annebeth says “ y/n I knew you were skipping breakfast but I didn’t know it was this bad”

piper turns to Leo and says with a smile “ why were you guys together?”

leos face goes red “ no reason, just hanging out.”

Piper leaves to prepare for the quest

You Wake up about 10 minutes later and immediately Annebeth is looking at you saying “y/n why have you not been eating?”

you look shocked that she found out and hoped that she hadn’t found out other things to

Leo is there to

” I’m just not really hungry anymore”

Leo pipes up “ it’s not healthy to skip meals please promise me you’ll eat more”

”ok”

you walk out of the infermery and Annebeth pulls you to the side

convo goes as follows

“what’s up with you and Leo ”

Blushing “nothing he was just showing me something he found in the woods”

”it sure seems like you like him”

” ok maybe a little but what’s wrong with that”

” there’s nothing wrong with it but I don’t want you getting hurt”

you go back to your cabin and see something else on you door step

you pick it up and realize that it’s a few f/f tied together with a note attached

dear y/n, I hope these make you a little happier because you deserve that. - secret admirer

you smile and walk back into your cabin

Ok I’m gonna have to do a part 3 I’ll post it later

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"Lucía you're going to kill me. You need to slow down" Lando practically screams at me as I drive us back to the villa. Since we left the club he's hung onto the car for his life.

"You're the worst passenger ever! I'm literally driving the speed limit Lando and I'm being careful because I'm not used to driving this car. I can't wait to get you in my car" I say laughing as I look at Lando.

"Are we back yet? I feel like we've been driving forever" as I pull into the grounds of the villa I turn off the car and stop to look at Lando.

"I've never heard anything so dramatic. Come on" getting out of the car a let myself into the villa Lando following close behind.

"This place is insane" feeling Lando's arms snake around my waist I move my head to the side giving him access to my neck. My body just reacts to him and his touch, I've never had a feeling like this with someone before. "You're insane Lucía. I can't wait to have you to myself on Wednesday"

"I can't wait to see what you have planned" turning around in Lando's arms I wrap my arms around his neck "how does it feel knowing you're a formula one race winner?"

"Fucking incredible. Even better knowing I had you there. You might have been wearing Aston Martin colours but I know you were supporting McLaren deep down"

"Do you want to know something no one else does?" I ask pulling Lando onto the sofa with me.

"What is it?"

"I was wearing orange underwear for you" biting my lip I pull my dress up slightly extending the invite to Lando.

"Oh fuck you're still wearing orange now" I let out a small moan as I feel Lando's fingers trace over the lace of my thong "maybe this is my lucky charm. You're so ready for me"

"Lando I've been ready for you all day" grabbing the back of the collar of Lando's shirt I pull it over his head not even bothering with the buttons. I just want his clothes off.

"Lucía are you back here?" Hearing a commotion and voices I mumble a quick 'fuck' under my breath before my dad, his friends, my friends and Max come flying into the living area. Lando's head is buried in my shoulder and I know he's thinking the same as me. We should have gone to his hotel.

"Whoa it looks like Lando was about to get his real prize for winning" Danielle shouts drawing everyone's attention to me and Lando. My friends have no idea what it means to be subtle.

"Lando I know I said I'm okay with you seeing my daughter but I don't want to physically see you on top of her"

"Oh my god papá! Stop please!" I could quite literally die of embarrassment right now.

"Fernando mate, I can't help that she likes to be shown a good time" Lando says with a laugh pulling his shirt back on.

"Oh Christ Chels he's got a death wish!" Practically hiding behind Chelsea I make my way into the kitchen to grab drinks for everyone. I said I wasn't going to drink tonight but right now I need a tequila. Possibly six.

"Lucía he better not hurt you" my dad says joining me pouring a tray of shots in the kitchen "if he's only using you for sex he won't know what he's getting himself into"

"Papá! I thought you said you weren't getting involved? And how do you know it's not me using him for sex? Trust me papá, me and Lando are on the same page but if I need you I know where you are" I really don't want to have this conversation with my dad but I need to get through it as much as I can for now then when I get home I can get my mum to have this conversation with my dad.

"Okay I won't get involved" my dad says holding his hands up in defeat. I know this won't be the end of it but while my dad is drunk it's the last thing I want to talk about with so many people around "come on lets get these shots out there. Everyone is in the pool"

Carrying two trays of tequila out to the pool I pass the tray around before sitting on the side of the pool with Lando, Ryan, Millie and Callum. It's funny how quick my friends have taken to Lando being around, they don't know him but for me they seem to be giving him a chance. When he's with Ryan and Callum he's one of them.

"What's on your mind?" Millie asks sitting next to me.

"Nothing serious. I'm just thinking of what you all interrupted when you came home. I could be at least two orgasms deep by now instead I'm entertaining all of these drunk lunatics"

"I'm sure you won't miss out on any orgasms tonight Lucía" Millie laughs while rolling her eyes "he's besotted with you, he can't keep his eyes off you regardless of how drunk he is now" looking up I see Lando's eyes on me, even if he is mid-conversation he still manages to throw a wink my way causing me to blush. Blush for gods sake, I'm Lucía Alonso I don't blush.

"No one has ever made me feel the way he does Millie. I can't explain it, I've never had this before but it scares me. When he's happy, I'm happy and vice versa. I hated seeing him so upset after the race in Hungary"

"You're in love. You'll deny it because you're Lucía and you're not used to being all in with someone because they usually fuck you over before you get to that stage but this time it could the real deal. I don't want to sound cliche but you need to trust the process" listening to Millie I know she's right. I don't ever give my whole heart to someone because it usually turns out they're using me, most of the time for Formula One tickets so now I keep myself closed off.

"You're right and I know you are. I suppose I just need to give him the benefit of the doubt" Lando has never done anything to make me think he has ill intentions, I have to believe he's in this for the right reasons.

[spicywhenspeaking]

If I’m There : Chapter Two

Part One

exploring the budding relationship between Noah and my OFC Natalie - ah young love - but of course to be young and in love is usually to be kinda stupid. This story will soon take us 10 years into the future and our two love birds with meet again but secrets have been kept and feelings buried away..will true love prevail?? (yeah probably but it’s gonna hurt like Hell first)

Triggers : language , violence

tags: fluff 🫶🏻 , a little angst

smut eventually I PROMISE! let them cook, so minors dni pls&thx

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“Noah. stop seriously please you’re only going to make it worse” I say as I race after him down the hall, his long legs making it difficult to keep up “please stop” I plead “you think doing anything to him will make it better?”

I continue pulling his arm back to keep him from rushing towards the courtyard where my brother is no doubt sitting at his usual table for lunch.

He turns around to face me with a seething expression “Natalie. He hit you.” Noah’s hand light grazes my blackened eye. “He deserves to pay for that”

“And you think what? By kicking his ass? Or yelling to the whole school that he hit me is going to help with anything? You think it would make my life any easier?” The frustration in my voice impossible to miss.

“You don’t understand Noah, I’m just trying to make it through this last year and a half of school and escape from my shitstorm family. It would be a lot easier if my already volatile brother wasn’t provoked further” I pull his arm back further towards me “so please, just leave it alone”

Noah let’s loose an annoyed breath “fine” he grumbles.

“But If he touches you again-“

“He won’t” I interrupt “he won’t do it again” hopefully

“If he does, call me. Please. Text me. Send a fucking carrier pidgeon i dont care, just tell me.“ he reaches out for my phone and puts his number in and texting himself.

Nick coughs behind us and I turn back to him “why did you text Noah?” I question him. “I at least assume that’s why he came barreling into class with that crazed look on his face.”

Nick just looks between Noah and I and sighs deeply “you two are so dumb. I texted Noah because he talks about you all the time, figured you probably felt the same way considering I saw you doodling a figure that looked strikingly similar to him” Nick continues “I figured he’d give a shit if the girl he’s all hung up on showed up to school with a shiner”

ha sounds like Nick just said Noah likes me…wait what

“Wait what?” I turn to look at Noah and he’s blushing red from the neck up. “You talk about me all the time?”

“You drew me?”

We both speak at the same time, laughing at the ridiculousness of it.

I let him go first “you drew me? why didn’t you show me?”

I let out a nervous laugh “I mean I didn’t want to look like a weirdo drawing pictures of some guy I like” the last part came out in a rush, my brain is apparently moving faster than my mouth can filter. Oh my god shut up.

“I mean-“ I stumble

“I like you too,” he confesses in a small voice. “Sitting next to you and bothering you in study hall is one of the highlights of my day”

“You’re never bothering me” I tell him quietly.

“Ugh okay I’m leaving now” Nick says from behind us.

We continue walking but now away from the courtyard trying to slip into casual conversation. “So now that I’m not planning on kicking your brother's ass, did you maybe want to eat lunch together?” He pushes the hair that fell into his face back behind his ear as he asks me.

“Yeah, that would be great. I totally forgot to bring my lunch with everything going on at home but I would enjoy sitting with you” I smile up at him softly.

“Hell no, Natty. What do you want? My treat” he said while reaching over and wrapping his arm around my shoulder pulling me closer.

We walked off campus to the taco truck a block away from school and Noah bought us lunch while we talked more. Before we went back to school he stopped me and moved his hand to cup my bruised cheek.

“Can I take you out for real?” He asks sweetly “like a real date, not just tacos at lunch time. Friday night?”

Oh my god, he’s asking you out. Noah is asking you out. He just bought you lunch. He talked to you about art and music and wants to take you out on a date. Okay you've been quiet for too long. Say something.

“Yes! That sounds great” I manage to choke out through the nerves clogging my throat.

“Awesome” Noah smiles and takes my hand as we walk back to campus.

Friday cannot come fast enough. I need to get through two more days and one massive AP biology exam so I am in an intense study session when my phone buzzes next to me.

Noah : you’re not responding to my snaps and they’re so funny. Put the notes down for 5 seconds to laugh. I promise it’s worth it. 8:46

Natalie: haha okay! Fine. 8:46

Natalie: It better be worth it, this test is like a huge part of my final grade. 8:46

I open the snap and it’s a series of videos of Noah fake falling next to wet floor sign and another of him placing a bible in the science fiction section of a Barnes and Noble. what a beautiful dork

Natalie: Those are precious moments I could have used to study, now lost forever. 8:58

Noah: Natty, you wound me deeply. Say something nice before I completely lose all self confidence. 9:01

Natalie: You have the voice of an angel, now pls let me study. 9:03

Noah: aw :) you like me huh? 9:03

Natalie: less and less now XD 9:04

Noah: You've wounded me again. I may never recover <\3. 9:04

Natalie: I will try to make it up to you later but for now biology calls my name and I need to finish studying this unit. Goooodnight noahhhh :) 9:06

Noah: I will hold you to that Natty. GN :) 9:07

I fall asleep on my textbook and wake up again at around midnight to crawl into my bed.

The next day passes quickly and it’s finally Friday ! I feel great about my test so the day is going great, and it’s only going to get better because tonight Noah is taking me out on our first official date. He doesn’t want to count tacos during lunch period as our first date, which I get, but that’s not what I’ll tell our kids….okay Nat let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

I get home after school and rush to my room to get ready. I take a boiling hot shower to wash away the oncoming nerves. Will he want to have sex? No. right? That's crazy..no way. Right.? It our first date, he couldn’t possibly expect that…but I mean he’s had girlfriends before. Maybe I’m in over my head…I’m an inexperienced, never had a boyfriend virgin loser….No. Noah is a nice guy, he likes me. Kyle’s words are just getting to me. This is going to be a great date and Noah is a great guy.

I decided to wear my dark green wrap dress, black tights and ballet flats. I don't normally wear makeup but I decided to put on a little mascara and blush and I use concealer to cover up the fading bruise on my eye. I brush out my hair and pin it half up with a clip.

Noah texts me that he's outside at around 6:00. He didn't tell me what he had planned but I'm excited either way.

As I approach the car he hops out of the driver side seat and greets me with a happy smile and moves to open the door for me. “Hi” he greets me with a warmly “you look beautiful” he pulls me into a gentle hug.

Wrapping my hands around him to return the hug I smile at him and climb into the passenger seat.

“So, what do you have planned for this evening?” I ask curiously.

“A little this, a little that…don’t worry Natty, I have the perfect evening planned” he winks at me and I can’t help the blush that floods my face.

Fifteen minutes later the car pulls into a small parking lot outside of a brick building with a sign reading “Holts Roastery and Records” a record store? That tracks.

“I’ve seen you wear some pretty cool band shirts so I was thinking finding some new records would be fun, plus the coffee here is pretty good” Noah comments as he throws his arm around me walking from the car to the front door.

We walk inside and order. I get a hot chai latte and Noah orders a mocha. We get our drinks and walk around the records and music, I see a lot that I recognize, l mostly listen to classic rock or oldies like Led Zeppelin, Rolling Stones or Otis Redding. Noah is pulling out bands I’ve never heard before like Megadeath, Slayer, he hands me a Bring Me The Horizon CD and says “just listen to this, if you can give me anything at all, listen to this”

I laugh softly and take a sip of my tea taking the cd “okay, I’ll listen to it, cross my heart”

We continue browsing the shelves and talking before heading to the checkout counter where Noah plucks the cd from my hands to pay for it “my treat Natty, I want to have all the credit for introducing you to the best music you’ve ever heard” he finishes paying and we toss our drinks heading back out to the car.

“Nights not over yet, don’t worry” he laughs “one more stop and then the best burger of your life”

Noah drives us to the park near the lake, we park and walk hand in hand and he leads me to a bench. We sit and take in the warm evening sun as it’s on its path to disappear.

“I come here a lot to write, it’s one of my favorite spots” Noah comments softly “I was hoping to bring you here sometime”

“It’s a lovey spot, thank you for bringing me” I return in a gentle voice. The sun is dipping more into the horizon and the sky is filled with a beautiful orange glow.

“It’s so beautiful” I whisper, staring ahead at the glistening lake.

“Yeah, it is” Noah agrees but his gaze remains fixed on me as his hand comes up to brush the hair off my neck.

I turn to face him and before the next word leaves my mouth his lips are against mine in a kiss that quiets all thoughts.

His lips are so soft and warm against mine, he moves his hand to cradle the back of my neck as the kiss deepens slightly, my hand moves to hold onto the front of his shirt not wanting this kiss to ever end but knowing we will eventually need to breathe again.

Pulling away to rest his forehead against mine as we both attempt to catch our breath Noah speaks first “I’ve been wanting to do that since- well- for a while”

I move to fix his hair behind his ear “well I’m glad you did” I giggle and move to kiss him quickly again “now I remember you mentioning food? I’m starving”

He laughs and kisses me one, two, three - six more times and then we’re back into the car and headed to a nearby diner. We both order cheese burgers and milkshakes. He tells me more about his home life and I talk to him about my dad, him leaving, his anger but also his love for music, how I’m mad at him but I also miss him.

After we eat Noah takes me back home and after saying goodbye in his car for about fifteen minutes I reluctantly head inside to get ready for bed.

As I’m getting ready to lay down I hear a knock on my bedroom door.

Padding from my bed I open it to see my brother Kyle standing, arms crossed “so what? Now you’re dating him?” He spits out.

“Not that it's any of your business, but yes.” No sense in lying.

“You’re an idiot. He’s only doing this to piss me off” his bitter laugh cuts into his last words.

“Well then I guess it’s working. Listen Kyle, I don’t care how you feel about it, or if you think he’s playing some game. I really don’t care” I go to shut my door but he pushes past to invade my space.

“So you’ll let him whore you out just to get back at me?”

Oh fuck you, I think to myself.

“What I do, and who I choose to spend my time with is none of your business and I’m not whoring myself out you dickhead. It’s a date. It’s what young people do. You would know if you acted somewhat decently to people.”

I gesture towards my door “now please, get out of my room I am trying to study”

“You’re not going out with him” he seethes

“Yes. I. Am” I stand my ground “now get out!”

“No” he moves to grab my shoulder but I move back and using all my strength push him out of my door, shut it and twist the lock.

He’s banging on the door and screaming.

“Just go to sleep Kyle!” I scream at him “Fuck off and go to sleep, you’re acting crazy!”

First there’s silence and then he’s throwing his whole body weight into the door and bringing it off the hinges.

“KYLE!” I scream before he’s throwing me to the ground with his hands wrapped around my neck.

————-to be continued here!

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[cloudofdarkness]

I need your help

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning :Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: F/M

Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog - All Media Types

Relationship: Amy Rose/Sonic the Hedgehog

Characters:

Sonic the Hedgehog

Amy Rose (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Miles "Tails" Prower

Additional Tags:

Comfort

Angst

Fluff

Language: English

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No one can bottle up their feelings for too long, not even Sonic

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Okay, I need your help.

Please don’t tell anyone.

Amy stared down at her phone in silence, her fingers gently tracing the sides of her case as she read the two texts back over and over. She’d done it on her way over there, and who knew how long she’d been standing here in front of his front door. Sonic had never actually reached out to her about these things before, let alone anyone else. He wasn’t really someone who liked to willingly express negative emotions, so it shocked her to suddenly get such a text. Usually when something was wrong, it was played off as “Hey, you wanna go throw baseballs at glass bottles in the junkyard at three am because we’re both upset?” It wasn’t ever just..I need your help. That’s what worried her.

Gently, she knocked on the door, tucking her phone away in her shoulder bag and waiting for a moment to be answered. It took longer than she expected, already plunging her worry deeper than it already needed to be, and when he answered..He seemed perfectly normal. That might’ve actually weirded her out the most.

“Oh hey! You made it!” His usual cheery tone was there, but somewhere she heard a slight crack in his voice. He looked around her as if to make sure no one was following, before stepping back to invite her in. “Tails made cookies! He wanted to try this weird mint chip recipe he found, since we all know he’s crazy about mint. They’re actually not that bad! Just..not my thing. You can grab some if you want! He knows you’re coming by!”

He was..a bit too cheery for someone who’d texted her like he did. It’s not like it was his normal to text with periods and lowercase either. She knew that, everyone knew that. Something was up. And she figured it had something to do with him avoiding his feelings. She knew it was coming, that he’d get so close and then back out of it, but she’d crack him somehow, that’s what she was here for. She knew that’s what he wanted too. “Right. I’ll Ah..bring some home with me. Why don’t we catch up first? It’s been a good minute since I’ve hung out with anyone. I know you and Tails have been up to a lot~ wanna ramble about that?”

His ears perked up in interest as he turned on his heel toward her, leaning against the counter all casual like. “Well~ we met this cool gal, Tangle! She’s this lemur with a super long tail that’s almost like a hand! We hung out with her for awhile..oh! And Blaze is back! She wants to help with the resistance! Thought you’d be happy to know that~”

Amy had to keep her cheeks from flushing at the mention, before clearing her throat with a smile, going to sit back in one of the bar stool chairs. “I’ll make sure I keep an eye out for her~ Anyone else I should know about?”

“Oh yeah! This gal named Whisper! Silver’s all about her, and at first I didn’t really get her, but..she’s kinda like Shadow! She works with people she really trusts, even if at first she seems kinda cut off from everyone else!” He continued, already feeling a bit better just talking about new friends, though he knew it wouldn’t wholly stir the problem from his thoughts. “There was a couple other smaller things but~ not much from my end besides daily plane tests and explorin’ the countryside~ what about you?”

Amy simply laughed at this, playing with one of her bracelets before leaning against one of her arms. “Well..nothing as exciting as you, I’m sure..just resistance work and sometimes visiting Vanilla and Cream. She’s grown so much, it’s crazy! I work for so long sometimes, it really doesn’t hit me how long it’s actually been until I can feel my quills hitting my shoulders, you know?” She tried to lighten the mood, playing with her longer hair for added effect. There was something about her that just..made Sonic feel better than he was before. Even if it was just talking to her, she always managed to keep a positive attitude. How was she so good at that?

“Hey..Ames, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what’s on your mind?”

He hesitated for a moment, not wanting to ruin the small, happy reunion they were having..but he needed to know. “How do you..stay so positive all the time? I mean, you’re the leader of the resistance and yet you seem so unfazed by everything..like when you guys rescued me. Yeah, you were pretty emotional then but..it was only because you were worried about me. You never once seemed stressed that Eggman had taken over Mobius..and that you were at the head of all that.” He paused, noticing that she was avoiding his gaze now, her fingers tracing the patterned lines on the counter. “..I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that..I just-“

“No it’s okay.” She quickly interrupted him, her eyes falling down to her lap as her tracing slowed to a stop. “I guess you got me~ I..I’m not good with my own feelings. Probably because I’ve never had to deal with anything big before. I’ve never felt upset about anything significant. When I started the resistance..it was a simple thing to look for you. Just our friends and I hoping that you weren’t dead. And then months passed, things became more serious and..everything depended on my judgement. Every time we lost something, it was on me. Every time we lost someone? Me again. Every time..I’d write to myself, and when that wouldn’t work..I’d just..cry. I’d find somewhere that nobody else was, and I’d cry. Shadow left, Tails left..and I felt like I failed you. Even if you were dead, I couldn’t keep two of the most important people in your life safe. I didn’t even go after them..” her voice wavered at that last part, before she stopped, realizing there were tears dripping into her lap. She tried to wipe them away, before sighing softly. This wasn’t about her..but she felt like both of them needed to know this. “..I realize now that..what I felt then, that’s what you feel like every day. And I’m so sorry you have to carry that burden.”

Damnit. She really knew how to read people. He bet she could hear the cracking of his shell. He bet she knew he was going to break any minute now. Maybe that was okay, but he still wasn’t sure. He’d try to put this as delicately as he could. Gently, he took one of her hands, watching her head lift a little. “Remember when we first met? I saved you from Metal and you said I could stay with you because I was a stupid runaway kid not much older than you. And I said, sure but don’t get attached! And then your parents ended up spoiling me so much I stayed for almost a year? I think that was one of the best homes I’ve had.”

Amy nodded, a small smile coming to her face as she met his gaze with watery eyes. “Hah..yeah..and we would stay up all night watching corny movies and looking at cute boys. And you’d act like you hated school, but then saw how fun my classes were and tried to join in with me.” She earned a laugh with that one.

“Yeah well-! They weren’t normal classes! I’ve never met anyone who took five language classes and a chao caretaking class!” He tried to defend himself, pouting rather indignantly. “Besides that, they had cool PE games. And I totally kicked butt at every one! But..then I left for awhile..I met Tails and Knuckles..we all went on adventures..people started knowing my name..they started looking up to me, counting on me. And I became exactly what I’d ran away from.”

Amy noticed his voice fading again, watching as he sat back in the stool behind him, still leaning against the counter. “I became someone that gave orders..that..people would solely trust in just because I did a couple really cool things. It’s like..I know I’m fated to do great things, I know I’m connected to chaos and I’m super powerful, but I just..I wanna do all that and still be me. I don’t want people thinking that my word is law. I don’t wanna be the reason behind failure..I don’t want people sacrificing themselves for me. I’m just one guy.” He paused again, looking down to his hands, before clenching them into fists. “I sometimes wonder what the world would be like if I did die. Not that I want to..but I wonder. Sure, things would be awful..but they’d get better, right? Shadow’s just as good at saving the world as I am. Silver too..you’re an amazing leader, even if it’s stressful sometimes. So is Knuckles. Tails is practically following in my footsteps..it’s like..things would be okay without me. And I’m not just saying that because I think I don’t matter..I just want the world to know that they don’t always have to look to me. They can look inside themselves for judgement.”

When he finished, he realized how quiet the atmosphere had gotten, and he quickly grew nervous. “Sorry, I guess the deep feeling juice is really running its course.”

“Does it feel better?”

“Huh?”

Amy smiled, knowing she’d worked her magic on him. Not even Sonic could bottle up his emotions around her. “Talking about it with someone. Does it help?”

Ah shit..that’s what she was doing all along, wasn’t it?? He’d really gotten eased into this so easily! He simply scoffed, trying to play it off as a small blush came to his cheeks. What a sucker. “I guess it does~ ya really got me there, Ames~ remind me to get you back.”

Rolling her eyes, she hopped down from her stool, going over to hug him and hearing his playful groans of embarrassment. “No~! Not the gentle hugs~! I refuse to be this sappy!”

“Deal with it, punk. Because I’m staying like this for a good minute!! If you squirm, I’m only making it tighter!!” She teased back, before backing out of the hug with a giggle, she met his gaze for a moment, brushing back her quills before feeling herself being pulled back in. Her head rest against his chest, feeling his muzzle against the top of her head. “..Thanks, Amy. I really needed this.”

She gently hugged him back, her fingers brushing the spot between his back spikes just like how she knew he liked it. It was calm. It was nice. It was a small moment, before the kitchen door was kicked open by Tails, causing the both of them to frantically jump out of the embrace.

Tails simply eyed the two in confusion, before going to grab a soda bottle from the fridge. He grinned playfully to Sonic, earning a side eye from him before hurrying back to the door. “It’s nice to see you, Amy!”

“Tails..” Sonic spoke between his teeth, faking a smile as Tails cackled, shutting the door behind him before he could face the other’s wrath. He knew exactly what he’d done..

“..so. You wanna watch corny movies and talk about boys like old times?” Amy tried to stray from the awkward moment, gently squeezing his hand and causing him to revert his gaze.

“Totally.”

[thebreakfastgenie]

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Oh man. Oh jeez. Okay. I'm gonna get annoying about this. Just remember you invited this.

1. The Emergency Room - The West Wing

“You were supposed to leave—” he couldn’t remember when Donna had said her flight was. He remembered too much, but it was never the right things. “—already,” he finished lamely. “Well, I didn’t.” On Christmas Eve, Donna takes Josh to the emergency room. Post-Noël.

This is probably still my favorite thing I've ever written. I really feel like I achieved something with the prose here that I've been striving to do ever since. Since the whole point of this is self-promotion; this fic will probably make sense even if you haven't seen The West Wing. It takes place the same day Josh is diagnosed with PTSD, a few months after being shot. It focuses on Josh and Donna, but it's not romantic. If you ship them, it will feel like pre-relationship, if you don't it will feel like friendship. I alway catch myself thinking this fic came easily, because I pretty much tortured myself over this one but the result was so worth it. Here's a little excerpt from one of my favorite scenes:

A streetlight flickered above them. He watched through the windshield as a few wet flakes drifted down.

“We can deal with that.” Donna was solution-oriented; it was a valuable skill in an assistant. Even now, he knew, she was making plans—drafting memos, rearranging his schedule. She’d ban music from the building if she thought it would protect him. He felt a surge of appreciation—affection, even—but protection wasn’t what he needed now. “Next time it could be something else.” The implicit acknowledgment hung between them like frozen breath. There would be a next time. Donna turned up the heat. “We can deal with that too.”

It's really all about hope and getting better, but at this very early, awkward moment. It also explores, without discussing it head-on, the idea floated in the episode that Josh may have had suicidal thoughts. The conclusion this fic comes to is that he lived because he wanted to live.

2. hills like white elephants - M*A*S*H

“Margaret,” he says for a third time. “The result of this test… the one that goes in your file, the one we tell Colonel Potter… it doesn’t have to be positive. Not if you don’t want it to be.” Margaret laughs, because it’s just like him to think he can make a test say what he wants. “I think people would notice when I had a baby,” she says, trying hard to sound funny. “If you have a baby,” Hawkeye says quietly. Seriously. An AU of What's Up Doc? where Margaret is pregnant, but still doesn't want to be. Hawkeye offers her another choice.

The abortion fic! This one means a lot to me. I've had a couple people tell me they've read it more than once, and that means a lot to me in and of itself. I think we need more stories about abortion, especially ones where abortion is shown as it is: a procedure that rescues women from really difficult situations. I had a lot of fun writing this one, even if my post-Dobbs feelings were very much on my mind. I had a lot of fun writing Margaret and I feel good about how I wrote her in this one. It was nice to focus on her and her interiority. I originally envisioned the fic as a mix between Hawkeye and Margaret POV, and I almost cut the one short Hawkeye POV scene I ended up with because it was so close to being entirely Margaret. The reason I didn't is that it was very important to me to imply BJ knew what happened, but he and Hawkeye chose not to discuss it for safety. I really loved the Hawkeye-Margaret dynamic I hit in this one, too. This is my signature "if you ship them, you can read it a pre-romance, but that's not necessary" dynamic. Hawkeye's willingness to go out on a limb to help is important and I think the story is stronger for not suggesting it's motivated by romantic love. A little excerpt two little excerpts because I can't pick and they go together:

“Why are you doing this?” she blurts out.  He looks at her sideways.  “Just because we can’t do it in the hospital doesn’t mean we’re abandoning safety.”  “No,” she says, frustrated, “I mean… When I told you that I might be… you practically started knitting booties.”  He doesn’t say anything.  “You think I should have this baby,” she accuses.  “It doesn’t matter what I think,” he says softly.  “It matters to me.”  She’s even softer; she’s not sure he can hear her, but he does.  “Why?” he asks. 

and

“Maybe,” she says, but she knows she won’t. After a moment, she asks, “What would you want?” He raises his eyebrows.  “You mean besides a maternity girdle?”  She laughs, properly this time.  “I meant in Donald’s position,” she scolds.  He thinks for a moment.  “I’d want you to be happy,” he says. “That’s what I want in my position, too.”  She sighs.  “Not all men are like you.” 

I knew from the very beginning I had to get a couple Hawkeye pregnancy jokes in there. The booties line is my own little reference to the "baby booties" line in GFA. I also wrote an author's note where I wished death on a couple of Supreme Court justices.

3. the play's the thing - M*A*S*H

“Oh, yeah, in college I played Hamlet,” he brags. “No kidding.” Sidney stares at him, and he has a funny feeling he can see all of it. “I was pre-med. I was the only one who could get my hands on a skull,” he says, attempting to explain what he’s never been able to explain to himself. Hawkeye plays Hamlet and is very mentally ill about it.

This was not the first M*A*S*H fic I started, but it was the first one I finished and posted, so it's very special to me! I had a lot of fun writing this one. It kind on of turned Hamlet into my signature Shakespeare play. Hawkeye playing Hamlet being true is a near and dear headcanon to me. I knew that I wanted my Hawkeye acting story to be that he did it once and was very good at it and then never did it again. I was really worried about making actor Hawkeye different from Alan Alda and without knowing it, I succeeded at this by making Hawkeye memorize his lines without meaning to; Alan Alda was awful at learning lines (see: all the blooper reels). All the non-Hawkeye perspectives were added in fairly late in the process and I think it was absolutely worth it. Gloria also became much more significant; originally, she was just the cute girl he cited as his reason for auditioning. I really grew to love her. I loved her so much I had to give them a good ending; for all my reputation as an angstmonger, I'm a total sap. Gloria's last name, Mayer, is for my great-grandfather who worked in the ticket office on Broadway. A short excerpt:

He doesn’t say anything. He’s staring at the skull. It’ll spend one last night in the safe hiding spot he’s found for it backstage—protected from the world by the thin cloth of the bag—and in the morning he’ll slip in Searles 103B and return it. If Professor Grable has noticed it’s missing, he hasn’t said anything, and he sees him three times a week for anatomy lab. He finds himself a little sad at the thought that he won’t see it every day anymore. A man and his skull can grow very close, he thinks. 

This part is relatable to me in a way I can't quite explain. The image of college freshman Hawkeye showing up to the audition with the portion already memorized and his own skull charmed me and still does, but the skull just took on a life of its own, even for me. I didn't get too deep in the weeds researching this fic, but I did find a building at Bowdoin that was already built in the early 1940s and is currently a science building, and I used a plausible room number. I also did a quick, panicked rewrite when I remembered it wasn't co-ed yet. I just love this fic a lot.

4. Campfire - The West Wing

The fic I wrote in the woods. Huge chunks of it came to mind and I was so anxious about getting home in time to write it down, I ended up writing pieces of it in my notes app during lunch and in the car. Since I posted this, I've been really overwhelmed by the willingness of my fellow fans to put up with what I call "summer camp bullshit." It's a very different setting from the White House and it's about kids. That part of the story was intended to be shorter and darker, but these three kids basically invented themselves and said "what if Josh had friends?" and it really changed the whole tone of the story for the better. This was the second time I did this one-shot-two-narratives thing and I'd like to do it again. A small excerpt:

“You didn’t have older siblings growing up,” CJ continues. “It teaches you humility. And how to fight dirty.” His fist tightens around his beer. “I did,” he says softly. CJ looks surprised, then confused. “You did?” she asks. He nods. “But I thought… I mean, when we sent that card, after your dad— we checked with Leo, about who to address it to, and he said just your mom and you.” Josh looks at the floor. “Her name was Joanie,” he says, so he won’t have to say she died.

I've had bits jotted down for years that never saw the light of day but got at both parts of this fic. Josh talking about Joanie at summer camp and having it go badly, and CJ being the first person from the Bartlet campaign he told. I love Josh and CJ's brother-sister relationship, but I also think telling CJ first just makes the most sense because of her role in The Crackpots and These Women. This was also a September fic; one of the reasons I latched onto Josh was the experience of losing a close peer at a young age, and I certainly had feelings going into this fic. The only thing is I wish it had a better title! I couldn't think of anything better so I just went with this, but I love the titles for the other fics I've mentioned here.

5. safe travels - M*A*S*H

“Of course, this is all just speculation. I couldn’t tell you what happened in Seoul on that particular day.” BJ looks like he wants to say something, but Hawkeye beats him to it. “I never made it that far,” he admits, his voice dropping. Post-ep for 9.01 The Best of Enemies. With some encouragement, Hawkeye tells the truth about what happened after the left the 4077th.

I had a really hard time choosing a fifth fic, so I reread several, and I remembered how much I love this one. I posted the play's the thing first, but I started writing this one first, and it was almost finished for a very long time. I struggled to get it over the finish line, but I had so much fun with it! This was the first time I wrote BJ and I had a blast; since then, he's been difficult for me to write. I felt good about how I captured a bunch of different characters in this fic--BJ, Potter, Charles, and in a very brief appearance Mulcahy--and there are several pieces of dialogue I'm really, really happy with. I ended the first two sections on dialogue by chance and decided to keep it up throughout the fic. I don't think it was necessary, but it was fun to play with. When I reread it, I noticed some parallelism I don't remember consciously putting in, like both BJ and Hawkeye missing/ignoring their cues, so I'm very pleased with myself. A couple of small excerpts:

Sherman sits for a moment. It takes that long for the man’s words to sink in. “You’re serious.” “You thought I was kidding?” He’s not too old to feel the flush of shame. “I’m sorry.” “People always think I’m kidding,” Pierce shrugs it off. “Of course, most of the time, I am.”

This bit of dialogue came in early and I'm very fond of it.

“Hawk, he held a gun to your head!” BJ explodes. The thought of Hawkeye at gunpoint enrages him nearly as much as it frightens him. “What would you do if it was me?” Hawkeye asks. “If I had a chest full of shrapnel, bleeding into my brain—” “I—I’d try to make some burr holes. Get some pressure on the arteries—” “What if you weren’t a doctor?” Hawkeye presses. “What if you were… a farmer, or something, and one day the army said ‘sorry, Charlie, you’re ours now,’ and took you away from your plow and your family and your ox and gave you a gun? And the whole thing is just, completely unbearable, except for the guy standing next to you. He has has own family, and his own farm, and his own ox, or at least he did before the army took his pitchfork out of his hand and gave him a gun. And then suddenly he’s dying and all you have is this is stupid, lousy gun. What would you do?” “What if it was me? What if I had the 24 hour pass? What if someone held a gun to my head? Would you be so understanding then?”

This conversation--or rather, most of it; the Hawkeye speech came in later and was both fun and extremely hard to write--is where it all started. Hawkeye defending the man who abducted him was important to me. They formed a sort of bond by the end and I don't expect BJ or anyone else to understand that. I made a choice early on not to raise the question "what would Hawkeye do if it was BJ?" but instead "what would BJ do if it was Hawkeye?" I still alluded to the former, when Hawkeye himself wonders what he would do if it was any of his friends, but I gave more time to the latter. It just felt right; of course Hawkeye, who's been through it on the other side, has thought about it. BJ needs to be confronted with the question, and I found that more interesting. And of course it opens the door for BJ to ask how Hawkeye would feel if The Best of Enemies happened to BJ instead. I don't answer any of these questions, because that's the reader's job. If you have thoughts about these answers I'd love to hear them; I wrote this fic because I was absolutely consumed by this episode, and I still am.

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Make me sin - MK.L

Pairing: Mark Lee x fem!reader

Word count: 7946 words

AU/Genre: kinda childhood friends!AU, churchboy!mark, bad influence!reader, smut, fluff, angst?, humor

Warnings: biblical themes, christianity, this is practically 7k of blasphemy and some change (I'm sorry), mentioned alcohol abuse, smoking (cigarettes), corruption (in both a sexual and non-sexual way) mentions of masturbation (m), oral (m & f receiving), deepthroating, hand job, dirty talk, facial, fingering (f receiving), cumming in pants

Summary: Your questionable lifestyle does not sit right with your parents. Hence, you're sent on a field trip of your local church in hopes of a positive outcome. As you meet the other supervisor Mark, a long forgotten childhood friend of yours, you're itching to crumble down his walls of dedication to christianity to get him to sleep with you. But what if the awkward churchboy tickles feelings out of you that you haven't felt before?

A/n: please keep in mind that this is fictional, it does not mean I agree with the reader's opinions, choices or actions. Stay safe and respectful when it comes to religion. Also, this is kinda fast paced, there could have been more pushing and pulling, but I kinda like it like this.

Your parents never asked much of you, not when your sibling was born, not after your grandparents died, not when you moved out because your parents didn't approve of your party lifestyle. They just let you be. And maybe that had been the problem.

To say you're a troublemaker would be cringe, but accurate. For the third time this year, your parents had to bail you out of jail - nothing serious, just problems you'll get with the law if you're someone who parties (too) often - and they were not happy about that to say the least.

"Please, for once in your life, please listen to us," your mother begs you, "please go on the field trip with the confirmation class of our church. I promise, it will help you get better..."

"I've already talked to the pastor and he agreed. You're going. End of discussion. Now get in the car, I bet you're still too drunk to drive." Your father holds open the door for you.

And with that, it was settled. You don't know why supervising a bunch of teenagers (?) to make sure they're not drinking or having sex would help with your alcohol and finance problems, but here you are: 10am sharp with your luggage in front of the church.

To be honest, you're still kind of hung over, but at least you look somewhat presentable with two aspirin in your system. Your hair's up with a big black hair clip, your body wrapped in the clothing of the night before, but covered with a decent looking coat from your mom. At least, your parents allowed you to bring your own clothing...

"Hey!" A voice greets you. "Are you here as a supervisor?"

You turn around until you're eye to eye with some guy. He must be a little taller than you, but right now - because of your plateau boots - you're at eye level. He grins brightly. He's kinda cute.

And he looks kind of familiar...

"Yeah?" You answer.

"Sweet! I'm Mark. May God bless you!" He beams. Where does he get all his energy from this early in the morning? Probably he just slept enough, unlike someone else who'd been up until 5am to get picked up at the police station by their parents...

"Mark?! You mean as in Mark Lee?" You can't believe your ears.

"Wait-"

"The last time I've seen you, we were like- what? Seven?"

"Dude, what?! That's crazy! I didn't even recognize you! Wow, you changed so much, what are you up to? I haven't seen you around here on Sundays, are you always skipping church or what?" He laughs, putting his hand on your shoulder. You eye his hand on your shoulder dismissively until he draws it back.

"Actually, I don't come to church at all. The last time I've been here was when I was 10 because I heard they gave out free cookies on Christmas." Your fake-smiling lips turn into a tight-lipped line. "Turns out they weren't."

Mark laughs. "Yo, dude, you're so funny. Just like old times! Imagine not going to church." He leans forward to catch his breath from laughing so hard. You ask yourself what's wrong with him.

Mark Lee. The son of your father's best friend a couple of years ago. They got into an argument over some stupid shit so you weren't allowed to hang out with Mark anymore. Mark's grown up so much, of course, but he's still cute, like he was on your playdates all those years ago. Now you'd rather have a different kind of playdate with him...

The next second, the bus arrives and Mark counts the children (???) (you should find out how old these people are) and then guides everyone onto the bus. Once everyone's inside, he sticks his head out of the bus door. "You coming?"

What else are you supposed to do...

After putting your luggage into the bus, you climb inside and sit down at your assigned seat next to Mark who gets up to give a speech for the- kids? You take this opportunity to quickly switch seats with him so you're next to the window.

He just accepts this and sits down, then the bus begins to move. After about 5 minutes, you realize that this was a mistake. You swear that if you hear one more person talking about God you will hop off this bus and get drunk at the next gas station. Instead, you put in your AirPods and listen to some music.

You're 3 songs in when suddenly someone removes your right AirPod. You slowly turn your head, glaring at the culprit, Mark, who just puts the air pod into his own ear while asking what you're listening to.

LibidO by OnlyOneOf keeps playing and after a few lines, Mark looks at you, shocked.

"Yo, we can't be listening to this. This is not something Jesus would approve. It contains hmhmhm themes..." Mark whispers to you and you almost spit in his face with how hard you snort from laughing. Then you realize he's serious. Did he really just censor that word?

"Chill, bro, it's just music."

So you continue to listen to your playlist. And Mark does even bop his head to it.

Mark is immensely emerged in his bible the next time you look over at him. Of course you could talk to him and catch up, but actually, you don't care. You probably won't even see him again after this trip, so why bother with making awkward smalltalk? Mark also doesn't seem to be interested in your hobbies or which classes made you drop out of college.

The bus has mostly gone quiet, some people where sleeping, others talking lowly in the back, you finally get the chance to take in the beauty that had become Mark, he had a cute face, still, but his chest area was actually pretty nicely built such as his ass which you saw earlier when he got on the bus.

Something inside of you tells you that you probably shouldn't think like this, but you can't help but to imagine what he would be like in bed. A shy church boy in the streets... you know what they say. You kind of want to find out what happens when you tease him a little.

So you pretend to be stretching, making sure to move enough to get his attention on you before spreading your legs to touch his and pushing your arms together so he can get a great view on your cleavage. In the corner of your eye, you can see him gulp. You smirk.

Pressing your leg further against his, you sit back and relax, feeling the warmth of his thigh against your own. A wave of arousal floods over you and you have to ask yourself: has it really been that long for you to get horny because someone's leg is touching yours? Apparently.

"What are you doing, Markie?" You whisper a little too close to his ear, visually seeing him shiver.

"Uh, I was just reading my bible." Mark seems a little nervous.

"Can you explain it to me~?" You ask him in a sweet voice, biting your lip. Maybe he is into dumb girls?

"Well, see, in this part-"

"What about the story where Jesus is nailed to the cross." You look deep into his eyes "Wouldn't you like to do that with me?"

"Uh, well, I guess that would hurt-"

"I like it when it hurts, Mark."

"I'd have to put nails through your palms..."

"Wouldn't you like to see me spread out for you, naked and completely at your mercy?" You put your hand on his thigh. "If you know what I mean?"

In Mark's head, it seems to be clicking, finally. His mouth shapes an "o" as his eyes flicker down to your lips, then your cleavage, then back up to your eyes. Then his ears turn red. "I-I mean..."

"Don't tell me you believe in this 'no sex before marriage'-thing." You gesture the quotation marks in the air with your fingers, a mocking tone on your tongue that Mark seems to miss.

"I-" He leans closer to whisper, "I do, but it's not like I have never done the thing... I did it twice and had to ask for forgiveness afterwards"

"Really?" You raise an eyebrow, he nods. You can't decide if this means more or less fun for you. Who would have thought you'd meet old childhood friend Mark on this trip - and then plan on twisting his morals and get him to fuck you?

After what seems like forever, you finally arrive. You put the teens in their rooms and then go to your own, unpacking and chilling a bit before dinner. On the way there you realize that you and Mark would be sharing a room and this gives you an idea.

Mark sits on his bed on the left side of the room, you excused yourself a few minutes ago to change your clothing in the bathroom. As you come back, now dressed in a revealing, cropped shirt, Mark's eyes fall directly onto your tits, mouth hanging open a little as he takes in the sight.

"Like what you see, baby boy?" You grin as you step towards him.

"I- uh, I wasn't-" he tries to explain himself, but leans back as you come closer, taking a seat on the floor in between his legs, batting your lashes as you look up at him.

"Don't lie to me, Markie, it's okay if you stare. It's okay if I turn you on." You smile sweetly and he gulps.

"N-no, it's not. I can't think about you like this. It's wrong! I can't have these thoughts about you, I've known you when we were kids! This is not what Jesus would want," he rambles.

"Mark. I don't care about what the bible says." You look into his eyes, a flat expression on your face, before you tilt your head to the side. You already love making him nervous, the way his eyes widen and eyebrows rise when you say something sinful.

"W-we have to go now- dinner! Yes, dinner, come on..." He grabs your hand and helps you up before turning around to adjust his pants. You smirk. Maybe not this time, but next time you'll get the sweet church boy to fuck the living shit out of you.

Dinner had been nothing special, apart from you sucking deliciously on your popsicle, shoving it down your throat while keeping steady eye contact with Mark who almost chokes on his own saliva.

Afterwards, you meet everyone for a camp fire.

The fire is already set up as you arrive, waiting for the rest of the children to gather at the location. The first thing you do is light a cigarette, the first one for the day since you didn't have time before, the whole trip occupying you completely.

Mark realizes what you're doing, still he hushes, "yo, dude, what are you doing?"

"I'm obviously smoking."

"You can't do this here, what if the kids see?!" He looks around, panic in his eyes, before he grabs your arm, pulling you after him. You squeal at this, surprised by his actions as he hides you behind one of the many small houses of the area.

"What the hell?!" You snap, almost having burned yourself in the process of being dragged away.

"If you have to do it, at least don't make it so obvious for everyone to see. You're a role model after all..." Mark mumbles, looking around if anyone's seen your slip-up. He huffs out the breath he's been holding after confirming that no one caught on.

Whilst all of this, you just lean against the wall, inhaling the smoke and puffing it out with a cocky smile, scanning the panicking Mark in front of you. He's so cute when his eyebrows are scrunched together like this...

"We got lucky this time." He turns to you, taking in your figure leaned against the wall. You're still wearing the reveling shirt – and no bra – and he still hasn't grown accustomed to the sight.

"Markie, you're so stressed about this, why don't you let me help you relax a little?" You raise an eyebrow as you smile.

"What are you suggesting?" Mark's eyes widen as you loop a finger through his belt buckle, pulling him closer. He gulps as his gaze flickers down to your lips wrapping around the cigarette before you blow the smoke into his face.

"Want some?" You grin, offering him the cigarette.

"Isn't that a sin?"

The way he asks you of all people... He looks at the cigarette, then back up at you, debating. You can almost hear the gears clatter in his brain.

"Smoking isn't directly mentioned in the bible, so... I think it will be okay?" He smiles unsurely.

"Do you know how it works?" You pull him a little closer again since he's shied away, and he just shakes his head. "You wrap your lips around it, then you inhale, like this." You demonstrate it to him. "You have to inhale deeply into your lungs, otherwise it has no effect, then you breathe it out through your mouth."

Mark nods, understanding the explanation as you place the cigarette in front of his mouth, giving him the chance to still back out, or to come closer and follow your instructions. He does the ladder, leaning forwards, keeping steady eye contact with you as he takes the filter into his mouth, lips grazing over your fingers that are holding it out to him.

Your breath hitches. It's so sexy, for some reason, how he listens to you, does forbidden things because you tell him to. Also, you can't help but imagine that his lips would look so good wrapped around your clit instead...

Mark inhales, forcing back a cough before breathing out, the smoke blowing into your face. Fuck, you want to kiss him.

"Good boy," you breathe out quietly, but you're sure he hears you as he blushes faintly before taking another hit. You two share the cigarette in silence, gazing into each other's eyes until it's burned down completely.

After you put the cigarette out into your portable ashtray (you might be careless about your health, but not the planet's), you sigh, leaning back against the wall. Suddenly, Mark's hands appear right and left next to your face against the wall, as he tries to keep himself steady. "W-why am I feeling dizzy?"

You giggle. "It's the nicotine, it'll go away in a few seconds. Your body has to get used to it since it was your first time."

Mark nods. "Thank you."

"Thank me? For what?"

"For giving me the chance to do something like this. I liked it. I kind of like to be bad sometimes..." he admits, body having calmed down as he leans back, a hand coming up to scratch on the back of his head nervously. He's adorable, you think, and smile.

"Anytime."

The rest of the night goes by relatively easy. You decide to give Mark a break from your teasing and attempts to make him flustered and just casually sit by the fire with him and talk about nothing. It's when you two get back to your room and Mark decides to hop into the shower real quick. A few minutes later he comes back out.

Your eyes almost jump out of their sockets as you lift your head from your place sitting on Mark's bed. Mark is dressed in nothing but a towel, wet hair tousled as it releases droplets of water onto his shoulders and down his torso.

"Mark, are you trying to tempt me?!"

"I forgot to bring underwear-" he explains awkwardly, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. You almost don't register his words, brain completely occupied with taking in the sight of Mark's strong chest muscles and his abs. Damn, the boy works out. "Could you please hand me a pair? It's in my suitcase..."

"Oh hell no. I will not be supporting you putting on clothes, Mark. Why don't you stay like this, you're pretty."

Mark clears his throat a few times. "Please?"

You roll your eyes before reaching into his suitcase, grabbing ahold of some Spiderman undies as your hand brushes against something papery. Curiosity getting the best of you, you pull that out instead. It's a magazine.

"Mark Lee, why is there a women's dessous magazine in your suitcase?????" You screech franticly, mouth opening into a wide, shocked, but crazy grin, fist repeatedly punching into Mark's mattress in excitement.

Mark whines, grabbing the upper hem of his towel so it won't slip off his naked body as he steps closer to you, trying to snatch the magazine from your hands. "Just- give it back!"

"I can't believe it!" Your eyes are wide with joy, eyebrows almost at your hairline as you try to dodge Mark's attempts of getting the magazine back, falling back into the pillows, Mark's strong frame suddenly above you.

Your laughter calms down, but the grin stays as Mark's face is merely inches away from your own. You can feel his breath on your lips as you gaze up into his eyes. The two of you stay there, with Mark between your legs as you look at each other, eyes flickering down to each other's lips from time to time. Mark's lips look so soft and pouty, you just want to pull him closer and lick over them.

"Mark..." you sigh, and when you lift your hips a bit, you're sure you can feel his hardness against you.

"Hm?" He hums, eyelids heavy as he licks over his lower lip, eyes fixated on your own lips. If you did everything right now, you could maybe get him to fuck you. But is that what you want?

"Did you jerk off to that magazine?" You grin again.

"Yo, stop!" Mark whines, face scrunching up in embarrassment as he finally grabs ahold of the magazine and lifts off of you. Instantly, you sit up too, eyes immediately focusing on the way his towel bulges around his middle.

"So, did you?"

You didn't get an answer to your question, but really, you didn't need one. You can totally imagine what Mark does with that magazine when he's alone. It's kind of cute, actually, but you kind of wonder if masturbating is considered a sin. You decide to ask Mark another time, though.

It's the next morning, the night went by without any incidents because you didn't want to push poor flustered Mark any further. He's suffered enough for one day. That doesn't keep you from planning a whole bunch of evil shenanigans for today, starting early in the morning when you wake him up.

"Good morning, sleepyhead!" You grin down at his face. He groans, face scrunching up cutely before he opens his eyes. "I got alcohol, you want some?"

"What?" Mark's eyes widen as he sits up abruptly, almost knocking his forehead against yours in the process.

"You can't expect me to go on a hike with a bunch of kids completely sober."

"You're not gonna drink! That's not okay!" Mark's completely awake now, grabbing the bottle from your hands and hiding it under his blanket. Whatever he thought would happen was probably not that you begin to pout, hands immediately reaching under his blanket to win the bottle back.

"Give that to me, I need it!" You whine, hands wandering around under the blanket, occasionally stroking over Mark's warm body. You can feel him tense up as your hands reach his stomach, touching all over his abs in a poor attempt to find the glass container.

"You don't need it," Mark reasons. His face is flushed pink again, but he doesn't stop the ministrations of your hands. An idea pops up in your head.

"Then give me something better instead." You smirk, hands stilling under the blanket, resting a few inches above his crotch.

"Well, what do you expect me to do?" Mark frowns.

"You know exactly what I want." You grin, teeth catching your lower lip as you move your hand a little lower, hoping he'd get the hint.

"What-" he starts, but soon after he looks down, seeing your hand move towards his dick under the blanket and he gulps. "L-look, we really can't-"

"Why not, Markie, I promise it'll feel good."

"That's not the point!" He groans in frustration because he wants you to continue, so badly, but he can't. It's a sin. "I'll give you something else! Just- don't drink. Please?"

He's almost too cute with his puppy eyes.

"What will you give me?"

"Well, what do you want?"

"Hmm, what do I want..." you pretend to think, exaggerating the action by tapping your finger against your chin repeatedly. "I want you to kiss me."

Mark lets out a shaky breath.

"Or is that a sin?"

"It's- not..."

"Are you sinning when you look at those magazines, Markie?" You tease with a wink and he averts his gaze away from you. "Such a bad boy."

"Don't say that..." He tenses visibly. "Alright, we can kiss. Just let me brush my teeth first."

To your disappointment, you didn't get your kiss because just as Mark exited the bathroom, you heard a knock on the door, calling you for breakfast. Breakfast went by, the porridge not providing enough dirtiness for you to tease Mark about it by eating it sensually, like you did with the popsicle the night prior, plus you were kind of in a bad mood now. Who'd have known those church people would be such insufferable cockblocks?

Even so, after breakfast, you were rushed to grab your things and get going. You were still salty about not being allowed to bring any alcoholic beverages with you on that hike, but you were still hoping to get cock-drunk from Mark, anyway. Honestly, you're not too sure about that anymore, it's like a war between your core and your heart on how to continue things with Mark. You must admit, you kind of like the guy. He's cool to be around, funny and adorably awkward. Still, you like the expression 'cock-drunk' and grin to yourself as it pops up in your mind, mentally noting for you to remember it because it will surely gain you a laughter or two in your friend group.

"How long is this gonna take? I'm tired," you whine dramatically, your feet hurting because no one's told you to pack proper footwear. Mark walks beside you, grinning at your distress as he watches over the kids walking in front of you. "Another kilometer."

"Break?" Your eyes light up at the mention of you finally being able to rest your feet and maybe hide somewhere to smoke. Mark nods and smiles at you. God, he's so cute with his curved eyebrows and his little nose. You swear you will raise actual hell if you don't get a piece of him any time soon.

Finally, you arrive at a small cabin, and once you stored the teens inside with the tour guide explaining something about God – or anything, really. Who knows? Certainly not you – you find a comfortable enough looking rock behind a bunch of trees and decide to place your butt on the ground in front of it, leaning your back against the stoney surface.

Mark is quick to follow you there, sitting exceptionally close to you. You squint at him, his behavior suspiciously different, but he just takes a bite of his apple, looking at the beautiful creations of mother nature. He's so sexy when he does stuff.

"Why are you looking at me?" Mark suddenly asks, raising an eyebrow as he gazes over at you, eyeing you from the corner of his eye. For a second there, you're at a loss of words. It feels like someone had kidnapped good ol' awkward Mark and replaced him for a more confident version of Mark.

"You're hot." Phew. Saved. "And you still owe me a kiss."

Mark eyes widen comically and he chokes on a piece of apple, you assume, coughing frantically as you watch the tears gather in his eyes. You're glad that weird Mark is back, you kind of like him better. Once he's finally calmed down, he takes a deep breath, lifts his butt up from the mossy ground to get onto his knees. He shuffles over until he hoists a leg over your lap to take a seat.

"Aww, baby. Someone's eager to get his pretty lips wet, aren't we?"

Mark clears his throat, but nods. It's all you need to lean in closer, feeling his shaky breath ghost over your skin. Your gaze switches between looking at his eyes and and his lips, licking over your own at the thought of having them against your mouth.

"You have such pretty lips, Markie," you coo and Mark's response almost sounds like a quiet whine. He catches himself though, more or less, and responds with a whispered "Thank you".

At the undeniable closeness, you can feel your heart flutter and your stomach tickle with butterflies, but you choose to ignore that weird feeling of excitement and decide to only acknowledge the excitement happening in your pants.

Finally, you close the gap between you, feeling the softness of Mark's lips against yours as you kiss him. It's like a firework exploding in your body – though you, again, only admit to the thrilling bolt of want striking in between your legs – and your hands instantly fly to roam over his body.

Mark nothing but moans into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut before your own follow his action, his hands come up to cup your jaw gently as he pulls himself closer to you.

Experimentally, you lick against his lower lip and he almost instantly opens up for you to slide your wet muscle into the hot cavern of his mouth, tongue dancing and playing with his own. There must be a karmic imbalance somewhere in the universe, you think, because right now Mark is kissing you, finally, after all these hours of exhausting teasing.

You almost lose yourself in the kiss, nails scratching over the jean fabric covering his things as you try to pull him closer to you. Mark hums against your lips, tasting as sweet and sour as the apple he just ate.

The sudden raucous sound coming from Mark's pocket makes him jump, hands leaving yours to clutch at this chest dramatically as he shimmies off your lap to the take call.

Great. Cockblocked again.

To say you're moody on the whole way back would be an immense understatement. It's not that you believe in religion or fate, or anything for that matter, but you can't help but to feel like the universe is against Mark and you happening.

Mark quickly catches on to your distress and tries cheering you up with beatboxing and rapping a few lines from one of his biblical rap tracks on Soundcloud, but it actually just makes it worse.

Once you arrive back at the camp, you head off into the nearby woods, sitting down against a large tree in silence. You even decided against the idea of bringing your bottle of vodka with you, just because you didn't feel like it.

Slowly, you're kind of scared of the kind of person you're becoming.

When you suddenly hear your name being called out by Mark, you turn around to face him. He's taking big steps over the leaves and branches on the ground, but still manages to catch his foot on one big rock and stumbles.

"Why are you out here all alone?" Mark finally arrives by your side, plopping down next to you, wincing as he manages to poke another rock right into his ass cheek in the process.

You just shrug, dragging on your cigarette as you stare into the deepness of the trees.

"Come on," Mark whines, grabbing your shoulder to shake you slightly.

"Don't you see it?" You mumble, fiddling with the bud of your cigarette.

"That we never seem to get some time alone?" You turn to Mark quickly, eyes widened. You're surprised that he could see through you so easily, that he even noticed what you had been planning.

"Maybe it's a sign," Mark muses, gaze catching yours briefly, "I don't know for what, though."

"You mean, I should just give up?"

"No!" Mark's voice echoes through the woods, "I mean, I don't know. Maybe it's a sign to, " – Mark clears his throat – "to try harder..."

A smirk forms on your face and you watch Mark as his eyes take in the way his hands fiddle with each other in his lap.

"Markie," you sigh, putting your head on his shoulder, enjoying the warmth that his body radiates, "I want you so much, but – and this is actually scary to me – I don't want to corrupt you anymore. I want you to want me too, so much that you're willing to let God out of your life for just one night."

You turn to look at him. "And I'm willing to wait."

There's silence for a while, Mark stares into his lap, watching his fingers play with each other before he sighs, turning his head to look at you as well. "Maybe I don't want you to wait."

"Wh-", you start, but don't even get to finish the word before Mark leans in to connect your lips once again. The kiss feels different than the last one, much less needy and wild, but rather gentle and intimate. His lips move slowly against your own, there isn't even tongue involved, just softness and genuine feelings.

You're slowly admitting to yourself that you might really have feelings for Mark, and of course, why shouldn't you? Mark is an amazing guy, lovely and sweet, polite and helpful, awkward and funny. He's fun to be around, he's honestly everything your parents ever wanted for you, but can you bring yourself to overcome your pride and bring him home?

Mark parts from you, his breath gently fanning over your wetted bottom lip as he pulls back, eyes not leaving your mouth until he's leaned against the wood again. His eyes are hooded, but not from lust, but rather from- yeah, from what exactly? Does Mark even have feelings for you? Or are you just exciting to him because you're so foul.

A silence that is not particularly comfortable nor uncomfortable surrounds you for a moment, but then Mark begins to speak, "look," he turns towards you, the tiny stones on the ground probably scratching over his ass in the process, and you wince at the thought, but he doesn't seem to care.

"You're exciting to me, everything about you is so new and... kind of alien, that it intrigues me... but at the same time, you make me question stuff. Like, you've done all this stuff that I never could because of- you know," he halts, and you lean further into him until you can press your face into the crook of his neck, deeply inhaling his heavenly scent.

"I think we-" he clears his throat, "we kind of balance each other out, and I think that's a good thing."

"Even though I push you to do bad things?"

"That's life," Mark simply answers, smiling as he lifts your chin to press his forehead against yours, "I love how we connect."

"I love y-", you catch yourself before you say something you might regret, "that too about us."

Mark smiles even wider, pressing another chaste kiss to your lips.

Both you and Mark spend more time together in the woods, relishing in the feeling of one another being so close, giving you time to talk freely, without any worries in the world. You don't really remember who initiated your next move, but somehow the both of you ended up heavily making out against the stone wall of the small church on the grounds of the camp. It had gotten dark outside, so you were sure no one would come around and be able to find you, and this apparently put Mark at ease, so much that he's thrown all of his worries and morals out the metaphorical window just to be with you.

Mark's leg finds its way in between yours, hands grabbing onto your waist to push you down against it, his boldness catching you off guard. You moan against his mouth, still holding back to not wake up any teens and scar them for life.

"Mark," you gasp as his lips leave yours to kiss your neck instead.

"Hm?"

"Let's... go inside."

Mark halts.

"Inside?"

"Yeah?"

"In there?"

"Yeah?"

"But-"

"It's just a building, Mark, come on!" You smile, leaning in to nibble on his neck, kissing the soft skin before biting down. In response, Mark groans, nodding his head quickly, stepping away from you so you can lead him inside to sin.

You push the heavy door open to reveal the dimly lit inside of the church, only a few candles illuminating the interior. Pulling Mark with you, you choose one of the many benches that thankfully provides just enough space for you to lay down on it, pulling Mark on top of you.

"We shouldn't-" Mark mumbles, but contrary to his words, his lips find yours once again, smashing down on them repeatedly as he touches all over your body. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of getting to have Mark. Though you don't feel like you've won at corrupting him, you feel like you're at eye-level, making these decisions together since Mark had pretty much admitted to you that he loved the things you're doing to him.

Suddenly, Mark parts from you, "I don't know if I can."

"Okay, okay," you sit up, thinking for a second before a small light bulb lights up over your head, "how about a blowjob, then?"

"A b- how would that be any better?" Mark chuckles, a hand scratching the back of his head just like many times before, a gentle blush on his cheeks giving away that he's interested in your offer.

"You're not doing anything, it's all me," you suggest, then fall onto the ground with your knees, shuffling over to sit between Mark's spread legs once again. Mark looks around, unsureness in his eyes, but the noticeable tent in his pants gives away how much he wants this.

"Please, Markie," you pout with pleading eyes, hands coming up to stroke over his thighs, "please let me suck your cock."

"Holy s-, do you have to be like this?" Mark whines, throwing his head back as your hands draw closer and closer to where he wants them most.

"Like what?" You grin, lower lip caught in between your teeth as you look up at him mischievously.

"So freaking hot," Mark sighs as your hands reach his bulge palming him throughoutly through his pants. His hips begin bucking into your touch, eyes closing as he relishes in the feeling of your hands on him. Shortly after, you begin opening the button and fly of his jeans, gently tugging on them which causes Mark to lift his hips so you can rid him of his pants.

"Fuck, Markie, look what a big boy you are, " you beam, repeating your actions of palming his bulge, though this time his reaction is certainly more intense with fewer layers of clothing in the way.

Leaning forwards, you press your nose into the warmth of his clothed dick, inhaling deeply. Your eyelids flutter at the musky scent as it hits your olfactory receptors, groaning quietly, then you begin mouthing over his boxers, making sure to lick over his tip in the process. "You smell so fucking good, baby."

Mark's thighs tremble next to your head, and your hands find comfort in stroking over the expanse of his thigh muscles, raking your nails over them to make Mark shiver. The sounds he lets out at your ministrations sound heavenly to you, spurring you on to dig a little deeper.

"Will you let me taste you, pretty boy?" You ask, dragging your nose along the hardness in his boxers one last time before you sit back, gaze catching Mark's lidded from lust eyes.

"Yes," he breathes out, pulling his underwear down his legs quickly, chest heaving with every deep breath he takes to try to calm down his raging nerves. The moment his length springs free, you feel yourself salivate, licking your lips briefly as you take in his memorable size. Without hesitating any longer, you wrap your hand around his shaft, stroking gently to work him up a little more, enjoying the hot heaviness in your palm to the fullest.

Finally, you lean forward, gently pressing your tongue against his tip, and Mark nothing but whimpers, the muscles of his thighs clenching together with his abs that you can slightly make out with the way his shirt has ridden up.

"You taste so good, too," you sigh, flattening your tongue to drag it all over his cock, forcing a moan out of Mark's throat. As you look up at him, he looks so fucking beautiful, so fucked out and destroyed already that you feel like you could cum dry from the sight alone. His eyes are glazed over, eyelids heavy as he watches you lick over him with his mouth agape.

"Has anyone ever given you a blowjob before?" You wonder, leaning down to suck one of his balls into your mouth as your hand keeps rubbing over his shaft with the help of your spit as lubricant.

"N-no."

"Ah, so I'm your first?"

"Yes."

"Then let's make this count." And before Mark can question your statement, you move back up and slide him right between your lips, taking as much as you can of him at once, and Mark moans out so loudly you're sure someone must have heard.

You keep bobbing your head up and down his shaft, making sure your tongue teases him in all the right places, and pushing yourself to take him further and further into your mouth until his tip hits the back of your throat.

Mark stumbles over his words above you, all kinds of syllables falling from his lips in an attempt to comprehend the pleasure he's feeling. You let out a few humming sounds yourself that vibrate against his cock, too emerged in the feeling and just how hot the entire situation is.

Catching your breath, you pull him out of your mouth. Finally, enough drool has gathered all over his length and you wrap your hand around his tip, stroking it by flicking your wrist, thumb playing with his slit. Mark whines out, hands gripping the bench beneath him so tightly his knuckles turn white.

You begin taking him into your mouth once again, keeping eye contact as you swirl your tongue around his tip and taking his balls into your hand to fondle them. Something inside of Mark seems to snap, his hands coming up to hold onto your hair, carefully but desperately pushing you further down onto his cock. Your eyes roll back at his sudden roughness, enjoying the way his tip briefly catches at the back of your throat, then slides further down. Mark moans loudly, never ending sounds of pleasure leaving his pretty lips as he watches you taking him whole, your nose brushing into the cloud of public hair around his dick.

Mark's hips begin moving on their own accord, thrusting his hardness into your esophagus over and over again, not even giving you the opportunity to breathe properly as he chases his high, though you welcome him using your mouth and throat to his heart's desire. Tears gather in your eyes and soon begin running down your cheeks. You rub your thighs together to gain some friction, finally slipping a hand inside your panties.

"C-can I finish on your f-face?" Mark asks shakily, and you groan out in response, doing your best to nod while trying to force down your gag reflex as your fingers rub harsh circles into your clit. Mark thrusts a few more times, then pulls out of your mouth, making you pant before opening your mouth widely.

Mark tucks on his cock thrice, then groans out deeply. Your eyelids flutter shut just as you cum together with him, hole clenching around nothing as Mark paints his cum all over your cheeks, tongue and chin.

You feel a little light headed as you realize what just happened, you're tasting Mark's cum as you lick around your lips, then swallow all of it. Mark sinks down exhaustedly, flinching as you wrap your lips around his tip once last time to clean the cum off of it.

"Thank you," he finally manages to get out.

"Anytime!" You smile, wiping the remaining cum stains off your skin with a tissue you find in your pocket.

Mark takes another half minute to really come back to his senses, then begins speaking once more, "no really, I really appreciate it! Like, it was really good! Felt great! I hope you're okay too, but it seemed like you were enjoying it, so-"

"Mark," you giggle and put a hand on his thigh, "I loved it too. Great cock, by the way!"

"Uh-"

"Markie, I want to be honest with you," you start again, on a more serious note, and Mark nods attentively, "this is new territory for me. I usually just leave after doing something like this, but I kind of really, really want to cuddle... so..."

Not long after, you find yourself laying in Mark's bed, his shirt covering your body as you move closer to him, allowing him to wrap an arm around you. It's silent, all you hear is his heart contently thumping away in his chest as you place your ear on it, along with his gentle breathing. The situation, not weird at all, still feels foreign to you. You've never been a cuddler, but with Mark, you want to stay wrapped up in his arms until the day you die.

"I can't believe we did that," Mark speaks up, causing you to turn your head towards his face.

"Do you regret it?"

A few seconds go by, then Mark answers, "no. I really enjoyed myself. I don't regret it."

"Good," you sigh, fingers dancing around Mark's toned stomach, watching his abs flex as you tickle him slightly.

"What about you, though."

"What about me?"

"Yeah, you didn't even-"

"Oh, yeah, I did."

"Oh," Mark purses his lips as his eyebrows raise, "w- how? When?"

"You're so cute," you giggle, pressing a kiss to his chest.

"But it wasn't... like, it wasn't me who made you- you know?"

"Are you offering to get me off right now?"

An unsure squeaking noise comes from Mark above you, and you sit up with a wide grin. The sight of you causes the corner of Mark's mouth to rise up as well, "I mean if you want to."

"As if I'd say no to that," you wink before laying back down, Mark hovering over you within seconds pressing a few kisses to the skin of your neck before laying down beside you again, running his hand over your body towards your panties.

Just like you did, he touches you over the fabric before really diving in, stroking over your folds and clit with such expertise that you're confused if he's really only done this twice.

You press your hips further into his touch, secretly hooking your hands into the hem of your panties to pull them down yourself.

"Someone's eager," Mark chuckles, allowing you to rid yourself of the flimsy piece of clothing before creating some skin on skin contact with your slit. You hum delightfully at the sensation, spreading your legs further for his ministrations.

His fingers collect the wetness pooling at your entrance, spreading it around your folds gently, then concentrate on rubbing circles into your clit. You moan softly at the feeling, loving the way his fingers feel.

"I kinda- uh..." Mark speaks lowly against the shell of your ear causing goosebumps to form all over your body, "can I eat you out?"

You whine out, nodding your head. "Have you done that before?"

Mark shakes his head, then shuffles down the bed until he's seated in between your thighs. You spread your legs as far as you comfortably can. Mark's eyes are glued to your glistering folds, his eyes sparkling with excitement and lust at what's to come.

"Just do whatever you feel like doing, just try everything out, I'll tell you if something's not good, yeah?" You suggest, the last words almost getting stuck in your throat as Mark dives in, flattening his tongue to lick a fat stripe over your entire core, only to then continue with smaller licks over your clit. You mewl at the feeling, pushing further into his face, and his hands find comfort grabbing onto your thighs to keep them spread open for him.

From time to time, he looks up at you, the look in his hooded eyes sexy and aroused as he blinks slowly, letting his tongue test the waters around your most private parts. Soon, he gets bolder, suckling on your clit, even gently nibbling on it to make you dizzy with excitement, then he licks further down, plunging his tongue into your hole.

You moan out loudly, immediately loving the feeling, but as quickly as it came, it's gone again.

"Was that bad?"

"N-no, no, no! Good, was good, please, do that-" the words tumble out of your mouth until you feel him repeating the action, sinking his tongue into you as far as he can, licking around, thrusting in and out. You sigh, "- again..."

You press your hips into his face, practically riding his tongue at this point. Quickly, you feel the knot in your stomach tighten, heat spreading through your body rapidly, so you sneak a hand down to rub at your clit. The action obviously doesn't go unnoticed by Mark who reacts immediately by swatting your hand away and replacing it with his own.

"Fuck," you whimper, struggling to keep your eyes open at this point as Mark presses into your clit, massaging it throughoutly, " don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't- stop..." Your orgasm comes crashing down on you quicker than you thought at the sight of Mark grinding his hips into the mattress and groaning into your folds. You swear you see stars as you clench down on Mark's tongue who licks you lovingly through your high.

All you want to do is pull Mark up, kiss him, and tell him you're in love with him.

"That was great, but I should stop talking before I say something I'll regret," you inform Mark breathlessly who strokes over your thighs a few times before sitting up and plopping down next to you.

"Well, what if I have the same thing in mind?"

"Then it's still too early to say that," you decide, then gesture towards his dick "do you need help with that?"

"No, thank you." He grins, then begins cringing at the sticky feeling inside his pants. Silently, you smile at him, the fond look on your face probably speaking paragraphs about what's going on inside your mind, but you don't mind.

You want him to know, want to reveal how much you like him.

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