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naked in manhattan
pairing: tashi duncan x fem!reader / implied art donaldson x fem!reader
summary: youâre just hours away from a flight that will change your career foreverâone that will take you to london, england, for the 2012 olympics, a milestone you never thought youâd reach. thrilled yet trembling with nerves, you find yourself at the hotel bar, celebrating alone. it does not help when you run into art donaldson and⌠his wife?
âor: you and tashi rekindle an old flame
word count: 6.9k
contains: SMUT 18+, smut with a lot of plot, semi-public sex (a gym at the middle of the night so idk if that counts), mid-challengers movie (a year after the atlanta scene with tashi and patrick), angst with no comfort, fingering, homewrecking, cheating but also not cheating but also a worse third thing, no use of y/n, old situationship best described in terms of âcasualâ by chappell roan (iykyk), art is lowkey a shit starter
authorâs note: so i finished this a while back and added it to my queue and did not realize i put it for july instead of june so LOL MY BAD. this is kinda like a prequel to âgood luck, babe!â but you don't need to read that to get this. alsoooo thank you for all the love and feedback in âgood luck, babe!â iâve read every single message and tried to reply to all of them! you guys are so sweet and inspired me to write more! thank you thank you <3 i hope you enjoy this one!
Manhattan, New York City, 2012
"I hope you're planning on getting laid tonight."
Your drink is cold, the ice cubes clinking against the glass as you swirl the straw absentmindedly. The dim lighting of the hotel bar casts a warm, golden glow over everything, making the polished wood of the bar counter gleam. Around you, the murmur of conversations, bursts of laughter, and the occasional clinking of glasses create a lively yet intimate ambiance. You glance at the TV mounted in the corner, where a muted sports channel displays highlights from a basketball game.
You try not to snort into your drink at the words of Patrick Zweig on the other end of the call. You push your phone closer to your ear, unable to bite back the grin spreading across your face.
"Are you serious?" you ask.
"What?" Patrick's tone is mockingly innocent, full of playful mischief.
"I thought you called to say something a little more... I don't know, sincere? Heartwarming?"
He lets out a loud, boisterous laugh that you can practically feel through the phone. In the background, you hear the faint sounds of a cityâhonking cars, distant chatter, and the occasional bark of a dog. The noise fades slightly as Patrick likely moves to a quieter spot, and you can almost picture him getting in his car in some other stateâyou think he's in Arizona.
"The only kind of warming I wanna hear about is cockwarming," he retorts, his voice dripping with mock seriousness.
You make a face, "You're disgusting."
"I mean it," he insists, still laughing. "I'm actually so jealous of you right now. You qualified for the Olympics, for fuck's sake! How's your mom doing? Did she have a heart attack? Did she call you already? I hope she packed you some condoms. There's gonna be such a wide variety. Literally every country in the world."
"Shut the fuck up, Patrick."
Your mother did call, her voice crackling with emotion over the phone just before Patrick rang you. She told you how proud she is of you, how she can't wait to watch you play and tell everyone she knows that her daughter is an Olympic tennis player. A gold medalist, maybe.
Her words echo in your mind, filling you with a warmth that battles the nerves simmering beneath the surface.
You take a sip of your drink, savouring the blend of fruity and bitter flavours, a welcome distraction from the whirlwind of thoughts. You try not to spill it on your Ralph Lauren sweater, custom-made, just for the Olympics, with your name stitched on the arm.
Around you, the hotel bar is alive with the buzz of other athletes celebrating with their teams. The fellowship is appreciable as laughter and cheers fill the air. But for some single athletes, like yourself, it's a different story. You feel as if you're in high school all over again, too awkward to make friends, hoping someone braver than you will come by and say hello first.
"You better not be sitting at the bar alone, drinking that orange juice you like."
"A sangria isn't just juice, you dick," you retort, rolling your eyes.
"You're such a loser."
You do feel a little bit like a loser, sitting alone at the bar, but you know you shouldn't. You're hours away from your flight to London where you'll have the chance to play tennis in the Olympics. This is all you've ever wanted since you were a child, all you've been working forâsweat, blood, and tears. You can't even remember a time when you've dreamt of something other than this.
Tennis has always been your escape, your sanctuary. You remember those early days when you played with second-hand rackets and makeshift nets, the local court becoming your second home.
And then there was Patrick, your closest⌠friend(?) and fiercest rival. His encouragement, his competition, and his company kept you grounded and motivated. When the going got tough, the dream felt too distant, and all of it made you feel far too guilty as if you had stolen someone else's life, Patrick was there to reassure you that you deserved it just as much as the next. Without him, you likely would have walked away from the sport you love.
"I can't believe you made it to the Olympics before me," Patrick's voice pulls you back to the present, a mix of envy and pride lacing his words. You can almost see the playful smirk on his face, a familiar expression that often surfaced during your countless matches together.
"I wish you were here, Pat." Your voice softens, the longing evident. It was hard to track down Patrick Zweig, especially while he was constantly on the move, hopping from state to state, playing as many challengers as he could sign up for, each match a stepping stone toward his dream of winning the US Open. And you think he will. You've played against him enough times to know he's better than you at hitting a ball with a racket.
There were nights when you'd both crash in a shabby motel or back at your place after a gruelling day on the court, strategizing and critiquing each other's play styles (sometimes in more than just tennis). His tenacity was a beacon for you, pushing you to strive harder and to reach further.
His voice softens, becoming more earnest. "Yeah, me too. I'll try to get tickets for one of your games in London. If not, I'll catch up with your mom and watch it with her. Is your dad still in the picture?"
You roll your eyes, a reflex to his familiar teasing. "Oh, my god."
"I'm just asking," he chuckles. "Listen, I'm gonna let you go, 'cause I've got a date tonight. But call me when you land."
"Oh, yeah, okay." You try not to let the disappointment seep into your voice, but it's hard. It's not like you and Patrick were together, at least not publicly, at least not in the sense that you couldn't see other people. But even as you tell yourself that, a knot tightens in your chest.
It feels a bit teenageish, you think, messing around with friends and acting like it means nothing just to avoid making things awkward. Yet, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were leaving something unsaid, something unacknowledged. Patrick was one of the few people in your life who kept you on your toes and made you feel goodâtruly good.
Now, the idea of him with someone else, going on dates while you chase your dreams, feels like a betrayal you can't quite articulate. But what right do you have to feel that way? You never made things official, never dared to cross that line.
You never bothered to search for love outside of tennis.
"Have fun on your date," you manage to say. It comes out more brittle than you'd hoped. "Talk to you later."
"Bye!" he says, oblivious to the turmoil in your heart. His voice is light and carefree, and why wouldn't it be?
You end the call and set your phone down on the bar with a bit more force than intended, the hollow thud echoing your frustration. The bartender glances your way and you try to flash him an honest smile before ordering another drink. The TV overhead flickers, switching from basketball highlights to a recap of the latest tennis matches. You watch the screen without really seeing it.
The bar is still lively, yet you feel an overwhelming sense of solitude. You can't help but feel like you're stuck in limboâcaught between your dreams and the reality of your personal life.
You take a deep breath and a long sip of the rest of your first drink, the cool liquid doing little to ease the heat of frustration building inside you. You tell yourself you should be happy, grateful even. But right now, all you can think about is Patrick, and how much easier it would be if he were here with you.
But he's not. And maybe he never will be.
Maybe no one will.
Maybe you will die alone, your tennis racket as your only companion.
"This seat taken?" A familiar voice breaks through your thoughts.
You turn, startled, "No-" you start, but then the blur of blonde hair comes to focus and you're stumbling over your words, "Art? What- what are you doing here?"
"Oh," he smiles, a shy faint red blush already growing on his pale skin. He sits beside you, almost hesitantly, "Just stopping by the city. I saw you and thought I'd say hi."
"Hi." You return his smile, albeit a bit warily.
It's been years since you last spoke to Art properly, though your paths have crossed a few times. You've seen him in magazines, TV, and brief passings usually at major tournamentsâWimbledon, the Australian Open, the US Open. Each time, there were shy smiles and waves from across the room, lingering eyes, and awkward conversations where mutual friends tried to reintroduce you as if you hadn't once known each other
Art looks different every time you see him. His hair, now a little shorter than you remember, still maintains that boyish shagginess. There's a darker tan on his skin, evidence of his time spent under the sun. Some days he has a brighter smile, other days, it's a smile that never reaches his eyes.
As he sits there, you can't help but think of how golden his hair used to look whenever he wore his old Stanford hat, the one he used to pull low over his eyes during your college days. The memory makes you aware that you're staring, maybe a little too long. But he's looking at you too, his blue eyes trailing from one end of your face to the other, as if trying to memorize it all, capturing a photograph of who you are now.
A warmth spreads through you under his gaze, and when he finally looks away, you turn too, tapping at your empty glass, pretending to seem interested in the way the ice has started to melt.
But your eyes betray you, slowly trailing back to him. You watch the way he sits, the way he calls over the bartender and orders himself a glass of water. You try not to notice the deep timbre his voice has gained over the years, and how it resonates in the noisy bar. He looks at you, then the empty seat on your other side, and finally scans the room anxiously, as if he's searching for someone or something.
"He's not here," you finally say, breaking the silence that has grown too heavy. "If that's what you're wondering."
He nods, trying to act nonchalant but failing miserably. "What city is he in now?"
"Vegas, I think."
He makes a face and rests his chin on his hand. "There's no challengers in Vegas this month."
"Then he's just visiting. I don't know." The truth is, you don't want to talk about Patrick right now. Especially not with Art. Not after the way they ended things. You watch Art shrug, and the bartender sets your drink in front of you. You take a grateful sip, savouring the blend of flavours. Art holds his glass carefully, and the two of you sit in strained silence for a moment, the noise of the bar fading into the background.
You can't help but ask, "What are you doing here? In Manhattan?"
"I have an interview tomorrow. For the New York Times," Art says, leaning back slightly. He seems a little surprised as if he expected you to sit there without acknowledging him for the whole night. It makes you wonder what he thinks of you. "They're doing a piece on my career, the highs, the lows... the beginning and stuff."
You study his face, trying to gauge his emotions. You know what it's like to be interviewed, to have a team of people making you look your best for photos and another team crafting answers to help you maintain your reputation. Itâs exhausting and thrilling all at once. "Congrats, I'm happy for you."
"Thank you. If anything, I should be congratulating you. Olympics? That's huge..." He continues talking, his lips moving, but youâre barely registering the words. For the first time that night, he seems genuinely enthusiastic, a faint spark in his eyes as he talks about you, about London, gesturing with his hand in excitement.
That's when you notice it. The gold around his finger. It glimmers under the warm lights of the bar, catching your eye like a beacon. You can't stop staring at it even after he's done talking.
"Oh, yeah. It's great." The words feel hollow as they leave your mouth. You struggle to find the right response, not wanting to be rude. "You're married?"
His face falls, and he looks down at his hand resting on his lap. "Oh, yeah, yeah. We, uh..." He scratches the back of his head, his eyes darting up to meet yours briefly before looking away. He seems nervous, like he's bracing for your reaction, worried to tell you, as if you werenât supposed to know at all. "We got married last year. We kept pushing the date for a while because we were... we were busy... and stuff just kept getting in the way."
"We...?"
"Tashi."
"Tashi," you echo, the name tasting foreign and bitter on your tongue. "You're married? You married each other?"
He nods, "Yeah, we've been engaged for a few years now. You haven't heard?"
You feel a lump form in your throat. "No, uh. My coach tries to keep me away from certain news... my mom suggested it. So I don't get uh, distracted."
This is exactly the kind of situation your team has been trying to avoid.
The reality of his words sinks in, and you feel a sharp pang of somethingâloss, regret, maybe even jealousy. The air around you feels thicker and harder to breathe. Each word he says feels like another brick being laid on your chest, pressing down, making it harder to stay composed.
"Oh. Yeah, that makes sense."
You force a smile, but it's a fragile thing, threatening to shatter at any moment. "That's... that's great, Art. I'm happy for you. Really. How was... how was the wedding?" Your mind races with thoughts of broken promises and missed opportunities. You imagine Tashi in her wedding dress; you know she looked beautiful. The image stabs at you, and you wince.
"It was beautiful. Both our families came in, and we kept it traditional, in a church. It was..." He pauses, watching you before adding, "It was a small ceremony. Private. Just family."
His words twist the knife deeper. Tashi's family used to see you as such. "No, yeah, I get it. Wouldn't want any trouble at the wedding. I'm happy for you. I'm happy for the both of you." You turn to the bartender, desperate to keep your voice steady. "Hey, can I get another drink? Something stronger?"
Patrick was right; your stupid orange juice won't get you through the night.
Art watches you with concern, his brow furrowing. "How many of those have you had?"
You laugh, but it sounds hollow even to your ears. "Not enough."
"Does your coach know you're drinking?"
"Does yours know you're talking to me?"
Art leans back, his posture stiffening. He turns to his drink, the ice clinking softly against the glass as he takes another sip. The silence that follows is thick and uncomfortable. You watch as he processes your words, his expression shifting from defensiveness to something more pained. You instantly feel a pang of guilt, realizing you've struck a nerve.
You've heard all about Tashi's coaching with Art. Whispers in the locker rooms during tournaments, hushed conversations about how she's pushing him until he cracks. You never wanted to believe it, never wanted to think that Tashi, of all people, would be the one to break him down.
"She calls you Ace, you know."
You make a face at the name. A journalist had written an article about you a few years ago when you won your first US Open, nicknaming you Ace since your serves were almost impossible to hit. The nickname stuck, plastered across headlines, magazine covers, and merchandise. People even bet on you becoming the youngest tennis player with the most aces in history before the season ended. You were only off by a dozen.
"Does she?" you ask, trying to keep your voice steady, unaffected.
"You do have a killer serve."
You scoff, shaking your head. "Killer." The word feels bitter on your tongue. "Tashi used to hit those back at me like it was nothing."
Art nods, taking another sip of his drink before pausing to look at you. "Only 'cause she knows you."
"Knew," you correct him.
The silence stretches again, heavier this time. You're about to say something, anything to break it, when Art speaks again, his voice softer, more earnest.
"I miss you."
What. The. Fuck.
"I do," he insists, leaning forward, his eyes searching yours. "I miss hanging out with you. I miss playing with you. Watching your games live and not recorded on my TV."
"Art, c'mon." You feel the dread crawling up your throat, wishing you had left the bar sooner. Every word he says seems to pull you deeper into a past you've been trying to escape. Art has done nothing but throw you off your game all night.
"I miss you outside of tennis, too," he continues, his voice tinged with regret. "I miss our late-night walks, studying in the library. You remember those?"
"Of course I do."
"Tashi misses you, too," he says, and you can tell he's crossing a line, testing your patience. You can feel the corner of your mouth twitch, your eyes unable to meet his. "She tells me every night. She's always keeping up with your stats, watching all of your games, rewatching your old ones. She makes notes for you, how you could improve. She wants to coach you."
"Art, stop it," you finally snap, turning to face him. The night feels ruined, any semblance of peace shattered. Was this all some elaborate scheme against you? After all these years, is this how they repay you? Out of spite? Is that what it is, a way to get back at you because you somehow got it all, and Tashi's taking whatever she can scrape off from Art?
"I don't want her to coach me. And I highly doubt she wants to coach me either."
"I booked the hotel," he says suddenly, his voice softer, more sincere. "She doesn't know you're here. And I really think it will be good for you two to talk." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small piece of paper, placing it carefully on the bar in front of you. "Here's our room number. I'll be out tonight with some friends, so the room is yours till late. Just, don't kill each other or break anything if you fight."
"I'm not goingâ"
"She really does miss you," he interrupts, his eyes searching yours for any sign that you might understand, might relent.
You stare at the piece of paper, feeling its presence like a burning brand. Art stands up, hesitating for a moment as if he wants to say more but thinks better of it. "I mean it. Think about it," he murmurs before turning and walking away, his footsteps echoing in the hollow space of your mind.
You watch him go, each step he takes pulling at the threads of your carefully constructed facade. As he nears the entrance, your eyes follow him instinctively, and that's when you see her. Tashi. She's standing there, with her bags looking around with a familiar intensity, her eyes scanning the room until they lock onto yours.
You feel sick.
Meeting Art was a pleasant surprise; he makes your heart race and your cheeks burn. But Tashi makes your heart stop and your brain shut off.
She looks differentâolder, more mature, hair straight and cut to a mid-length but also a lighter colourâbut still heartbreakingly familiar. Her eyes widen slightly as she recognizes you.
She opens her mouth as if to say something when Art stands next to her, pressing a kiss to her temple, but no words come out.
Your heart hammers in your chest.
The weight of her gaze is too much. You're the first to look away. You stand up abruptly, nearly knocking over your drink in the process. "Excuse me," you mutter to the bartender, slapping a couple of bucks on the counter. Your voice feels distant, and detached, as if it belongs to someone else.
You push through the crowd, your mind a chaotic whirl of emotions. You need air. You need space.
As you reach the elevator, you can feel Tashi's eyes still on you. But you keep moving, your footsteps quickening with each step. You need to focus on tennis. That's the only thing that's never let you down.
Tashi had once picked tennis over you, and now it was your turn to do the same.
You reach your room and close the door behind you, leaning against it as you finally let out the breath you've been holding. The walls seem to close in on you, and you slide down to the floor.
You need to remember why you're here. For the game. For the dream. And that has to be enough.
Only one problem.
You can't sleep.
Hours later, you find yourself in the hotel gym, the quiet hum of the machines the only sound in the stillness of the night. Your mind is racing, a chaotic swirl of thoughts and emotions you can't control. Desperate for an outlet, you hop on a treadmill and start running, hoping to exhaust yourself into some semblance of peace.
Anything is better than sitting in the hotel lobby, scouring the internet on the public computer for any proof of Art and Tashi's marriage while drinking wine straight from the bottle.
Art was right, it was a small wedding. There were almost no photos of it caught by the paparazzi, only articles upon articles talking about it, magazine covers and everything. God, how could you have missed this? How out of the loop were you?
There was only one photo posted, and it was from Tashi's Facebook and Instagram from less than a year ago; a picture of just her hand holding onto Art's, where you can see her wedding ring. There was no caption. But the photo had millions of likes.
You wonder if Patrick knew. He probably did. He stalks her account religiously and only recently started to tone it down. And then there's you, who had her blocked on everything since your last argument.
The music playing in your ears drowns out the world around you, a heavy beat pulsing as you hum along. Your eyes fixate on the rising numbers on the treadmill screen, sometimes glancing out the window at the city skyline, other times catching your silhouette in the glass reflection.
Sweat makes your clothes cling to you like a second skin, rolling down your spine in rivulets. You're still a little tipsy from your drinks, the taste lingering in your cheeks, but you think you're sober enough that a few more miles will drain it all out.
Art's words are burned into your mind. The wedding you were never invited to, how he suddenly wants to be friends again. You can see where he's coming from; tennis is lonely. You're lonely. You press the button to go faster, your legs burning as you push yourself harder, trying to escape the thoughts that chase you.
You don't hear the door click open, and it takes a few seconds for you to spot the reflection of someone walking behind you in the window's reflection, rolling out a pink yoga mat. But they don't step onto it, they don't move, and even worse, you catch their eye in the reflection.
Fuck.
It's Tashi Duncan.
Your heart lurches in your chest. You quickly look away, panic setting in. You turn your music up higher and make the treadmill run faster, the machine whirring louder in response. Your pulse races, not just from the exertion, but from the presence of the one person you can't bear to face right now.
In the corner of your eye, you see her approach you. When you hear her call out your name between songs, you pretend you can't hear her. You pretend to be captivated by the sight of the city at night, pretend that you're lost in the music as P!nk's voice blares into your ears, cursing out one of her old lovers.
You wonder how long you can keep the act up.
Tashi moves with a determination that you've always admired and feared. She walks around your treadmill, eyes locked onto you with a fierce intensity. Without hesitation, she reaches down and unplugs the machine from the wall, forcing it to power down abruptly.
Not long enough.
"What the fuck?" You huff, yanking out your earbuds. "What's your fucking problem?"
"You're my problem," she says, her voice steady, unyielding as she rolls her eyes.
"I haven't said a word to you."
"And that's my problem. I'm talking to you," Her gaze bores into yours, refusing to be ignored. You can see the resolve in her eyes, the same decisiveness that made her a force to be reckoned with on the court.
"I'm busy," you snap, and your breath comes in ragged gasps, both from the exertion and the emotional storm raging inside you. You feel trapped, cornered by the very person youâve been trying to avoid.
You bite your tongue, stepping off the treadmill and walking around her when she steps in front of you. You make a straight line for your bag, watching her from the mirrors as she follows you closely.
"Can you listen?" It's more of a demand than an ask, "I just... Art told me what he did. He's a little shit, I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that. You have other shit to worry about."
You're taking long chugs from your water, staring at her without saying a word. Part of it is because you have nothing to say to her, and another is because you're afraid that if you speak, she'll see through you.
Tashi's eyes roam over you, lingering on your shorts and the way the wires from your earbuds snake from your iPod, under your tank, and peek out from under your sports bra. Her gaze is both appraising and filled with something unresolved between you. When you don't respond, she sighs. "You look great, by the way. On the court. You've changed your approach. You're vicious."
The compliment stings more than it soothes. You still don't say anything, letting the silence stretch between you like a chasm.
"...Or maybe you've always been. I haven't seen you in a long time. So a lot could've changed, I don't know."
You lower your bottle, swallowing the water. It feels cold as it runs down your throat, a stark contrast to the heat of your rising anger. You can't help the way your eyes drop to her hand when you pull your hair down from its ponytail. The sight of the ring on her finger feels like a punch to the gut.
She notices.
"We didn't want you to find out this way."
Your eyes snap up to hers. "And how was I supposed to find out?"
Tashi looks taken aback for a moment, her confident façade faltering. She takes a deep breath, as if bracing herself. "I don't know. Maybe we should've told you. Should've invited you. But I thought... I thought it would be easier for you if you didn't know. I didn't want to hurt you more than I already had."
Your laugh is bitter, devoid of any real amusement. "Easier?
"Look," Tashi begins, her voice tinged with a hint of impatience, "I'm not a fan of the way I ended things. But I think that keeping a grudge for this long is embarrassing. We were teenagers."
"You're right," you concede with a bitter chuckle, "it is embarrassing. But you know what's even more embarrassing?" Your voice rises, fueled by a mixture of frustration and hurt. "Having your husband come to me and tell me how much he misses me. And how you miss me. But you don't have the guts to tell me that yourself, do you? Do you miss me, Tashi?"
"Of course I miss you," she scoffs, her tone defensive. "You were my best friend. My serving partner. We played and won doubles together."
"Is that all I was to you?"
"Was there supposed to be anything more?"
There it is, the moment you've been dreading, the confrontation you've been avoiding. You can feel the familiar ache in your chest, "You know I fucking loved you, Tashi," you admit. "And yeah, whatever, everyone loved you. No one could get enough of Tashi Duncan. But you know damn well I loved you for more than just that."
"Loved?" She steps closer, her eyes searching yours. "You don't love me anymore?"
"No," you tell her. "I don't. I dropped out of your groupie a while ago."
"What do you love, then?" Her voice is almost a whisper, the distance between you closing.
"I love tennis," you confess, your gaze never leaving hers. "I love winning. Turns out I'm great at both. And I love that too. And people love me. That's more than you could ever give me. Or Art."
"Even Patrick?" The mention of his name is a sharp jab; she's trying to get under your skin.
"I don't know, you tell me." You're taunting her. And you love the way she falters for a split second. "You saw him at the Open last year, didn't you?"
The air drifting between you is almost palpable, shrinking smaller and smaller like itâs terrified of being trapped between you. "Listen," she says, her voice dropping lower, "I just came here to tie some loose ends. For Art's sake. He says It'll be good for me."
"Okay," you reply, seizing the opportunity to turn the conversation in your favour. Hook, line and sinker. "Is there anything else you want to get off your chest?"
Hook.
Tashi's eyes narrow slightly, but she takes the bait, her expression shifting to one of determination. "You raise your arm too high when you serve. You're gonna dislocate your shoulder one day."
"I bet you're waiting for the day I do."
"I can make you the best."
"Am I not already?"
Line.
"You're one of the best at most. But not the best. I'd be surprised if you bring back bronze. You're too short-tempered for silver. Let me coach you. I'll make sure you bring back gold."
"I don't need you," you say, the words catching in your throat.
"We both know you do," she whispers, her breath warm against your lips.
And sinker.
In that moment, everything else fades away, leaving only the two of you suspended in time. The words hang in the air, a silent challenge. You can feel the heat radiating from her, the closeness almost unbearable.
Without another thought, your lips crash together in a desperate kiss, a release of all the pent-up tension and longing that has simmered between you for far too long.
It's a whirlwind of heat and passion, each touch igniting a fire within you that threatens to consume everything in its path. Her hands are in your hair, pulling you closer, and you respond in kind, your body pressed against hers with a fierce urgency.
The kiss deepens a symphony of desire and desperation, all the words you couldn't say pouring into it with a fervour that borders on reckless abandon. You can feel yourself start to become absorbed into the bubble that is Tashi Duncan, it sucks you in, and it scares you, makes you feel as if you're sinking into the bottom of the ocean.
She grips the back of your neck, hard enough that her nails dig into the skin. Tashi waits for your gasp, and when you do, she pushes her tongue into your mouth, past your teeth until it collides with your own.
You're moaning, groaning into her mouth with the way she shoves you until your back hits the mirror behind you. You're arching into her at the way she fucking smiles against your lips at your reaction.
It's pathetic. You're pathetic. Almost in the same way Art is. You know it. She knows it. But in your defence, it's been a while since you've been kissed, it's been a while since someone's touched you this way, with heat and flavour. You're a little dizzy from it, cheeks flaring with embarrassment.
Tashi sucks your tongue into her mouth and you buck your hips against the thigh she's pressed between your legs.
There's a sweetness that lingers when she bites your lip, you wonder if she's wearing lipgloss, maybe chapstick. You hope she can't tell you've been drinking, that talking to Art made you spiral, that you've been bluffing since the moment she walked into the gym. Since the night she packed her things and told you she was leaving Stanford, her scholarship has no use since she can't play anymore.
When her hands run down your neck to your waist, gliding over the sweat on your skin, you can feel the cold touch of her wedding ring. It's frigid, making you shiver when Tashi starts to lick up the column of your throat. You almost feel bad about how wet you've become.
"Tashi..." you huff, her hands found their way to the base of your ass, guiding you to rock faster against her, only making you whine. Her grasp is tight, wanting. She pulls at your hips, slowly, dragging your crotch closer to hers and then pushing you back down on her leg. She repeats the motion a few times, rolling her own hips up into you a little more with each motion, and soon your muscles start to work so you can grind down onto her.
Tashi rewards you with a quiet moanâoh, you want her to do that again, you're going to make her do that again, louder and louderâand then, with a touch so light you could cry, she traces one hand over your hipbones and down to your pussy.
You can feel your stomach nearly drop, "You're married, Tashi."
She pulls away just to laugh at you. One finger traces your slit through your shorts, and you hear yourself moan. She raises her brows, a challenging look in her eyes, "Are you jealous?"
You try to scoff, but the cold glass of the mirror behind you squeaks when you shift. Even just this feather-light pressure through two layers of fabric, and every nerve ending in your body sets alight at once.
"What would Art say?" You try to say, your hair falling over your face as you try to collect some kind of morality. If you were caught, you can already imagine the headlines and the stories people would write about you. "What would he do if he found us right now?"
"I don't know," Tashi hums, leaning closer. She pretends to think as if the answer isn't obvious, teasing you a little when she gets close enough to kiss you but doesn't. "He'd probably ask to join."
You can't stop the way that thought alone makes you melt. You remember the jokes Patrick used to make back when you were in college, of you and Tashi being his wet dreams. You can almost imagine, how he would moan at everything, want everything, his whiney moans too similar to the ones he makes when he's on the court.
Tashi rubs gently at your pussy a few more times like she's exploring you, and then suddenly she taps right where your clit is. You cry out, and she sighs against your mouth. "You're so wet. You like it when I touch you?"
"Yeah, please... touch me." You nod. And in your head, you're telling yourself you only like it because you haven't been with anyone since Patrick left for his tour.
Tashi kisses you again, and it's a tangle of teeth and hands and smiles kept hidden, as you slip your fingertips beneath her shirt she starts to fumble with your waistband, and you're both angry and resentful and incredibly destructive, but it doesnât matter yet.
Her fingers are clumsily slipping into your underwear and then she's there, her fingers are brushing right against your clitâyou're so wet that her fingers brush right through your folds, gliding like silk, and by the time she reaches your hole, two fingers easily sink in right to the knuckle.
Tashi leaves you gasping and she teases you for it. "So sensitive," she taunts against your lips, pressing her thumb against your clit so she can see you squirm, pumping her fingers at an urgent pace to hear you moan. "So needy."
With each movement, she scissors her fingers a little, spreading you wider every time, and she starts to mouth at your neck with hot, wet kisses. "Do you like that, yeah? Am I making you feel good? I am, aren't I? I'm exactly what you need. C'mon say you want me. Tell me you need me, Ace."
"Maybeâ" You're breathless, and the nickname has you tugging at her hair again, "Shit, I saw the way you made Art. He... oh god... he wouldn't be half the athlete without you. I also... I also wouldn't want to ruin my shoulder... whileâwhile serving."
"I'm not talking about tennis."
For a moment, you worry that you've fallen for a trap, that you've said too much. You're vulnerable, a little drunk on lust and wine, and Tashi isn't stupid to not catch your sapphic crush on her since the two of you became friends, an old high school love that's never really disappeared, from slumber party kisses and how you've gawked at her, at her husband and even her ex-boyfriend.
"C'mon, Tash, you're always talking about tennis."
"Not this time."
You barely catch onto what she says. Your body feels like it's going through the most intense orgasm of your life, especially now that she's given up on pumping her fingers in favour of curling them in rapid beats against your g-spot, but you know that you're not even coming yet: you're close, though, judging by the way the room is spinning around you, and the pressure building in the pit of your stomachâ"I think I'm close... oh, I don'tâfuckâkeep touching me like that."
She bites your neck until you say her name. You pull her hair until she moans. Her touch is blistering against your skin. She says your name in a breathy drawl like she's pleading with you, humouring you, wanting to take everything from you.
"Keep going, please, please don't stop," you all but shout, and Tashi continues the massaging movement right up on your g-spot: the positioning of her hand means the heel of her palm is dragging over your clit, and your hips are frantically grinding up into her handâyou're gonna come, the world feels like it's crashing down around you.
Every muscle in your body tenses up and through it all you hear Tashi whispering, come on, that's it, I've got you, come on, come on, and then you're comingâ
Distantly, you can feel her fingers continue their movements inside of you, unrelentingâand the other hand keeps a firm grip on your hips, grounding you onto her lapâbut other than that, all you know is the pleasure slamming into each nerve in your body, one by one and then all at once. A hot sting against your skin that reminds you of the sun whenever you're on the tennis court, deep into the game you've turned into the love of your life.
It can't have possibly been this long since the last time you've gotten laid, right?
Then, suddenly, you're back in reality. Tashi is heaving for breath against your shoulder and her fingers are back to a slow, steady pumping, in and out of your swollen pussy. "You're so pretty, you know that? No tennis talk."
You lean your head back against the mirror, a slow grin forming on your lips, "You don't think I'm pretty when I play."
"I think you're hot when you play."
You peek a glance at Tashi, meeting her eyes as she watches you, watching the way you catch your breath, skin shining against the fluorescent lights of the gym, similar to how you shine on the court. Yeah, you're a sight for sore fucking eyes.
Tashi takes slow, taunting steps back and away from you, and then she brings her fingers to her mouth and sucks, moaning around the digits, and through hazy eyes, you can see the most fucked-out look on her face just at the taste of your cum.
She licks her fingers cleanâyou feel your pussy clench down again at the sightâbefore opening her eyes, fixing you with an intense stare, and panting, "I'll be in my room," she rolls up her pink mat (which she never used) and picks up her bag, "I'm sure you know the number. I'm hoping you can return the favour and touch me or something. You know, before you leave in the morning."
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Missin' You Already
Synopsis: You're finally getting the time to spend with your girls after you all planned a long-awaited trip away for the weekend. But how will ony take being away from you?
pairings: semi-clingy!ony x black reader
warnings: nsfw, more suggestive, use of the n word, not proofread fr (lemme know if I missed something)
"Onyyy!!" you whine, irritated, while pacing around the room. where the fuck did you put it? You JUST had it no way it could be gone just like that.
"hm?" he says more interested in the game than you. this just makes you more irritated. You have somewhere to be in not even 30 minutes.
You and your girls have been planning to go on a weekend getaway after you all agreed to the stress of jobs and life. This was the one time you could see all your girls in one place and relax all at the same time.
"Ony did you see my phone? imma be late!" you say flipping the sofa cushions up and down.
"Nah ma, i ain' seen it. did you check the dresser?" ony asks nonchalantly while still keeping his focus on the games screen not even sparing a glance. Of course you checked the dresser, that was the first if not second most obvious place to check.
You let out a sigh knowing he'd be no help in your search. You end up finding it in the bathroom on the sink. "how'd it get here?" you think, but you have no time to fully process it and give ony a quick, "I found it." before rushing back to the bedroom to gather the rest of your things.
Rolling your suitcase out to the living room you ask "Baby can you take me over to shy's place? I don't wanna be late." he looks over at you while removing one side of his headphones. "Yea ma don't worry bout it. I'll take you over there... just after this match" placing his headphones back on and refocusing on the game.
He cannot be serious. You've told him about this trip for weeks and now he's making you late.
"Baby please! everyone's probably already over there and im gonna be the only one that's not!" you pout in hopes of him immediately taking you to your destination.
"cmonn mama. just sit on my lap here" he pauses the game and pats his thigh and you hypnotically make your way over and place your self on him. He was dressed in his signature black sweats and his black compression shirt. Dont know what it is but it gets you everytime. "you're gonna be gone all weekend just give me 5 more minutes witchu baby. I know you're gonna miss me too" he gives you a peck on the cheek. you sigh and say,
"but I don't wanna be late" you whine hoping he'll just get up and take you.
He gives you this confused look while saying "but baby you're always late. it don't make a difference now." you look at him shocked. "fashionably late" he's quick to save himself.
"I know that's right, don't try to play me" you both laugh at each others antics. "but for real let's go, you know how long this has been planned I wanna go like now ony." you tell him as you start to get up but he wraps his arms around your waist to keep you on him.
"but maybe I don't want you to go mama." he teases. damn he's too cute. how can he switch up so fast? what happened to 5 more minutes?
"ony" you say his name in seriousness. nows not the time for this you gotta go he promised to take you.
"I'm serious mama, I don't want you to go" his tone is whiney but alluring all at the same time. he leans up to kiss you pouty glossed lips. it'd almost be sensual if it wasn't for how quick it ended. "you don't love me no more so you tryna go away wit yo friends for the whole weekend?" he says smirking. he knows what he's doing. "I know what yall doin there anyway, bouta be flirtin wit other niggas n shit tss" he shakes his head and pushing you off jokingly. "I guess I can take you."
You smile "Baby I'm not. you know you my only one" you bring your finger to brush his nose, a little habit you developed to show your affection towards him, and kissed it right after.
"yea I believe you ma" he chuckles. You stand up out of his lap and start to gather your things again to get ready to leave.
"wait baby, shit. why you in such a rush? s'not like they gonna leave you here. damn" hes gripping his arms around you harder to keep you in place but now he's kissing up on your neck. you know he's trying to be slick and get you to stay. "how can I let my pretty baby go when she looks this good hm?" he breaths into your neck and keeps kissing on it.
you let out a soft moan and started to lean into his affection forgetting all about your plans. he starts to tease you, kissing you everywhere but your lips. he knows exactly how to get to you.
"cmon mama, just let me say goodbye to her." rubbing on your clothed pussy. ony whispers in your ear, "just a quickie I promise." you're hesitant. you know it's never a quick fuck with him. he loves to make you feel good inside and out. so there's no way he'll ever leave you dissatisfied. which is why you say:
"Fine." with a playful smirk on you lips.
Because what would he do without you?
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âso americanâ
nico hischier x f!reader
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inspired by âso americanâ by olivia rodrigo
warnings: fluff, kissing
can you tell i love nico in a hat
You were sitting in the passenger side of Nicoâs car with your feet up on the dash. The window was down, and your arm was hanging out of it, the cool wind blowing your hair around your face.
It was spring, and the weather was just starting to feel like it. It had been cold for the past few weeks, and both you and Nico were happy to finally be able to enjoy semi-warm temperatures.
You loved driving around Jersey with Nico. You loved sneaking glances at him while he was too focused on the road to notice. You loved how warm his hand felt on your thigh. You loved how his t-shirt fit you and how it smelled like him. You also loved that he let you have aux privileges.
Nico frowned at you as one of your country songs came on the playlist. If his brown puppy dog eyes werenât covered by his dark sunglasses, they would probably be enough to convince you to change the song.
You giggled at his displeasure, consoling him by lacing your fingers through his that rested on your thigh. He seemed to accept this, a small smile on his face as he shook his head.
He gave you one last once over before focusing on the road again. His smile grew wider. âYou look so American.â
You let out a surprised noise. âWhat is that supposed to mean?â
Nico shrugged. âYouâre listening to country music, for one. I only ever see peopleâs feet on the dashboard in movies, very American.â
âYou donât do this in Switzerland? You donât relax with your hand out the window like this?â you teased, making wave motions with your arm in the wind.
He laughed, squeezing your hand as he did so. âWe relax. Itâs just different here. I like your Americanness. I guess the exception is that youâre wearing a Swissâs shirt, which you look very pretty in, by the way,â he said slyly, raising your hand to his lips to kiss it.
You felt your face heat up as you watched the smile that spread across his face as he pulled away. âGod, Nico, donât make me blush.â
But thatâs really all he did, it was what he was best at. You knew he loved how flustered he could make you if he wanted to. He loved how after five months of dating, he could still easily make you nervous.
The next day, at brunch with your friends, you expressed your utter happiness, but at a table full of mostly single women, it wasnât received the way you intended.
âIâm serious when I say that I have never seen a more attractive man in my life. Like, seriously, compare him to any celebrity crush youâve ever had, and multiply that attractiveness by a thousand,â you babbled mindlessly to your friends, who were giving each other looks. âAnd, ugh, donât get me started on his accent. Itâs so hot, especially when he talks me through it.â
âIâm gonna stop you right there,â your friend said, holding up her hand, a disgusted look on her face. âFrankly, itâs rude to talk about this during brunch. I mean, right in front of my french toast?â She gestured to her plate.
Another friend snorted. âI hate to say it, Y/n, but I agree. You literally only talk about him anymore. Itâs like youâre gonna marry him.â
âI might,â you blurted.
Their eyebrows shot up in surprise. âAre you serious?â
You gave a small nod, suddenly uncomfortable by the amount of eyes one you. âI know itâs early butââ
âBut you love him,â one of your married friends sighed. âIt certainly sounds like you do,â she added after getting some looks from the other women at the table.
You didnât respond, instead choosing to remain silent as the conversation steadily flowed away from you. You but the inside of your cheek, thinking about how you definitely loved Nico. You knew this before today, but with your history of failed relationships, you figured taking it slow with him was a good idea.
You werenât lying about marrying him. If he kept this shit up, you were going to.
That night, you were lying in bed, eyes on the bathroom door, where Nico was on the other side. In your shorts and tank top, you were a little cold, and the top blanket wasnât doing much for you.
When Nico slept over, you rarely made it under the covers. He naturally ran hot, and if you were covered by more than one blanket, you would literally overheat.
Finally, he came out of the bathroom. He was wearing a Devils t-shirt that was well worn and mostly likely from several seasons ago. He wasnât wearing pants, his boxers out for you to ogle at, although you knew you shouldnât.
Nico walked over to his side of the bed, stopping before he climbed under the blanket to pick up a book on your nightstand. Youâd both read it and come to the conclusion that it was a waste of your good money.
âWhy do you still have this?â he asked, showing you the cover. âI canât believe your friend recommended it.â
âI like reading your notes. I think itâs cute how angry you get,â you admitted.
He set the book down and got into the bed, covering you with his body, instantly warming you up.
Wrapping his arms securely around you, he pressed his face into the crook of your neck. He sighed into your skin, his warm breath fanning out and his stubble tickling you.
He placed small kisses up your neck, trailing along your jaw before capturing your lips with his. Between kisses, he said, âMissed you today.â
Your heart fluttered at his words. âYeah?â you said, smiling against his lips. âI missed you.â
He pressed one last kiss to your lips before pulling away. He brought a hand up to your face, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear, and stroking your face with his thumb. His lips parted, and his eyes were so big and brown that you genuinely felt like you could lose yourself in them.
âI wish you could come with us when we leave.â Nico was referring to an upcoming roadie. He would be gone for a week.
He was looking at you so sincerely, so vulnerably. âIâll go anywhere you go,â you whispered.
You knew you couldnât go with him. It wasnât realistic. But with the way he was looking at you, you really couldnât hold back from saying something so sappy.
He glanced down at your lips quickly before meeting your eyes again, his thumb continuing to stroke your cheek. âYou would?â he asked softly.
You nodded. âI love you, Nico.â
His eyebrows rose in surprise, like he wasnât expecting you to say it. His lips parted to speak, but nothing came out.
âSorry if itâs too soon. I know Iâm in love with you,â you spoke quickly. âI donât wanna just assume that you feel the same about all of it.â
He took your face in his hands and kissed you. When he pulled away, he kept his hands on your cheeks and looked at you meaningfully. âIâve been wanting to say that for months. Trust me, I feel the same. I love you.â
Your face warmed as he looked deeply into your eyes. You surged forward to kiss him again. You peppered his whole face with kisses, and he laughed as he gripped your waist and flipped the two of you over so that you were on top of him.
He grinned at you when you pulled away, his cheeks rosy and his hair slightly messed. âI donât think Iâll be getting much sleep tonight,â he said.
Your expression matched his perfectly. âI donât think so either.â
Even though you didnât confess that earlier that day, youâd thought about marrying him, this was still just as good.
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random request but lando norris x reader where he comes to her undergrad graduation or med school?
Warnings: SMUT, 18+, (i have severe mental issues)
Pairing: Lando Norris x medical!student!reader
A/N - sorry to add a negative message, but to yâall who keep sending me hate coz Iâm not able to do your request the same day itâs sent, fuck you bud. Iâm trying juggle fucking uni and my own job, so deal with it yourself if you want it written so bad. But anyways, @slytherinholland this is a sick request, sorry it took a while
âThis robe is SO unflattering,â you groaned, eyeing the outfit in the mirror as you dropped the fifth belt onto the bed. âItâs just a few hours in it,â your best friend smiled, âand that too, no matter what belt, thereâs no fixing that,â she grimaced as you snorted. âYeah, I can tell,â you laughed. And the graduation went well, you collected your certificates and threw your hats, but it was about to get even better. âOh my god, Iâm so happy!â you clapped your hand as your best friend raised an eyebrow.
âWha-Lando?!â you shrieked, your boyfriend standing behind you as you turned around, a stupid grin plastered on his face. âThought Iâd miss this?â he asked, seeing if youâd really doubted him. He was wearing a green hoodie and joggers, matching your robe and aesthetic. Wow, he really thought a lot about the details. âOh god,â you threw your arms round his neck, âsorry this outfits a bitâŚâ you gestured vaguely at yourself. âA bit ugly,â your best friend finished, making Lando laugh.
Saying your goodbyes to your friends, you smiled awkwardly at Lando. âYa know,â he said, gesturing for you to get into his car, âitâs not terrible,â. You raised an eyebrow. âThe fit,â Lando explained, âyou know who itâd look better?â. Seriously? He had an idea? You thought there was no fixing it. âIâll show you,â he said, seeing your disbelieving face. You had a bit of small talk, answering his questions about a few things and asking about races, cracking jokes and making each other laugh. Very different to what he had planned.
âStill revising?â he scoffed, seeing you sat at the desk in his apartment, books laid out. âYeah, got one final exam. Biggest one yet,â you frowned, trying to memorise the body anatomy. âWhat you learning?â you knew he wouldnât understand it, just trying to show some sort of interest in your life. âAnatomy,â you showed him the human body diagram. âGod, I donât get why they wonât just let you take a mannequin home,â you groaned. âI can help,â Lando volunteered, hands in his pockets.
âYou gonna steal a mannequin?â you raised an eyebrow. âNo, silly, I can be the mannequin,â he shrugged, cheeks dusted with a soft pink blush as you blinked. âOkay,â you said, letting him take your hand before he allowed you to lay him down, his eyes trained on yours. âThereâs a reason they donât make mannequins hot,â you muttered, his gaze unfaltering as your flushed. âWhat was that?â he smirked, knowing he heard you as you rolled your eyes. âNothing,â you shrugged.
âStop, that tickles,â he huffed, your featherlight touches along his neck and shoulders making him wriggle. âBetter?â you dug your nail into his chest, making him push you slightly. âYouâre a pain. Can I help with anything?â he tried to be helpful. âI canât really see much,â you shrugged, pulling at his hoodie, letting him read the situation and remove it. âBetter?â he asked. âBetter,â you nodded. âOut loud,â he commanded, his voice deeper slightly as he watched your finger trail down his chest. âVentriculus,â you said, cheeks flushed as you trailed over his stomach.
âIshcium,â your hand reached his hips, his lips parting slightly as his chest lifted up and down quicker. âMhm, what about lower?â he asked, your eyes closing as you tried to hide your blush. âLandoâŚâ you mumbled, his hands coming to your wrist to press your hand against him, his cock semi-hard against your palm. âWhat is it, hm?â he looked at you, his lips spread into a smirk. Without hesitation, you pulled his joggers down, his cock springing against you as you gasped, hand coming to throw base of it instinctively.
âFuck,â he hissed, his eyelashes fluttering at the sensation. You hummer softly and, without asking, you wrapped your lips around his tip, swirling your tongue around as he groaned. âFuck, Y/N,â he gasped, his hand coming to the back of your head as he pushed you softly more. âWhatâs the called, hm?â he said, hand coming to feel the bump in your cheek as your eyes rolled slightly. The words came out as muffles, making him frown slightly.
âCanât hear you,â he said, pulling you off as you spluttered, his hand on your neck. âWhat is it?â he asked again, voice more commanding. âGlans,â you coughed, a smirk on his face as your hand wrapped onto his tip again. âLift,â he said, sliding the robes off of your body as you crawled onto his chest, head on his shoulder and as he sit up, lifting you onto his lap. âMiss this,â he mumbled, lifting you so he could align himself with your entrance.
âMe too, Lan,â you moaned as he pushed in, his eyes on your face, a picture of bliss and ecstasy, as you sunk down onto him. His hands gripped your waist as he slammed upwards into you, your hips rolling back onto him as his teeth sunk into your neck softly. âFuck, Lan,â you gasped, his cock hitting the perfect spots as he sucked onto your skin, your eyes rolling slightly. âGonna cum for me, pretty?â he cooed, hands cupping your cheeks as you choked out a small âyesâ. âThen go on,â he said, slowing down as you felt yourself come undone all over him.
âOrgasm,â you tapped your boyfriendâs stomach as he pulled out of you, an airy laugh ringing vibrating through his chest. âYeah, know that one,â he cupped your cheek, pressing a kiss to your head. âUnless you wanna test out the reproductive system, I think itâs best we clean up,â he said, staring at his cum pooling between your legs. âIdeally no, but unfortunately, we have to,â you kicked your foot in mock sadness as he laughed. âAlright, Miss âI have a PhD,ââ he snorted as you flushed. âIâd never pull that card on anyone!â you said, rolling your eyes. And not even ten minutes later, you did.
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Authors note: sorry i havenât been uploading, iâve been kinda busy lately but iâll try to be more active, requests are still open !Â
Homelander x fem reader
Semi-public sex, fingering, rushed! reader getting chased by homelander, lmk if i missed anything :3Â
You were running, you donât know for how long, all you knew was that you needed to keep running.Â
It started off as fun- but being chased and running for fun quickly turned to running for your life.
You and homelander had been going on a walk in the forest- simply just to ease your head, feel comforted by each others presence, but when things got really playful and you agreed to play a game where he would chase you through the forest and you had to do your best to hide- things quickly took a dark turn.
You didnât think homelander would take it this seriously- its not like you were scared if him, but you had to admit, having him chase after you in the middle of the forest when its staring to get dark out with his red glowing eyes was pretty fucking terrifying.
You were getting tired, and decided it was best to hide instead of continuing running. One of the rules in this⌠âgameâ was that he couldnât use his x-ray vision, you werenât really sure if he was gonna follow that rule though.. Â
there was a massive bush in front of a tree that could block you if you hid behind the tree, so you decided to suck up how tired you were and ran up to it, making sure homelander didnât see you. Â
Sitting down behind the tree was possible one of the best things that had happened the last hours, your legs were aching so much you knew you had to rest the second you got home.
âcome out come out wherever you are~â
you heard him call out from behind, you peeked from behind the tree, making sure he couldnât see you and saw him as he walked slowly up the trail, his eyes glowing red as some sort of flashlight.
You turned your head slowly back behind the tree, staying as quiet as you could.Â
âGotchaâ
before you could even react homelander had put you to your feet and grabbed your hands above your head, pinning you.
âyou really think you could get away? from me?â he said laughing menacingly.
Your heartbeat was pounding loud and fast, not knowing what he had in store for you.
âYâknow.. you werenât that bad, i mean, obviously i wouldâve found you if i used my x-ray vision but it doesnât really matter, what matters is that you learn your lesson..â
He turned you around, hand still holding your hands above your head, pinned to the tree, your back arched.
âYou shouldâve seen this coming, wearing that sundress was a bad idea.. you just had to put on thigh highs too, didnât you?â he said, his hand resting on your waist.
âi-im sorryâ was all you could muster out, he laughed at you out of pity, you were completely vulnerable to him and he loved it.
âLetâs not waste anymore timeâ he said before pulling your panties down and slicing them, throwing them god knows where.Â
You stayed silent, the closest thing to a word was either a whimper or soft moan.
You felt his finger trace from your clit all the way back, sticking the tip of his finger in you, teasing you.
You moaned softly and arced your back as he put his finger in, curling it and hitting your g-spot.
âGosh, look at you.. so fuckin patheticâ he said softly before pulling out his finger and licking it clean, groaning at the taste and grabbing your hip with his hand while the other kept your hands pinned to the tree above your head.
You heard his zipper open and heard him groan at the feeling of what you could only guess was the relief from holding his cock in his now tight suit.
He put the tip to your hole before slowly pushing in, groaning lowly earning a soft moan from you.
âf-fuck- a-ahh~â you moaned out at the feeling if his stretching your pussy before he pulled out and slammed in again.
âSo fuckin wet for me, arenât you?â he groaned as he fucked into you.
âN-ngh- ahh~ fuckkâ you moaned out, he was guaranteed to leave bruises on your hip thats for sure.
He sucked and bit your neck to your shoulder while you moaned out his name, probably scaring whatever animals were nearby.
He kept fucking into you, keeping a fast pace and enjoying all the sounds you made from his cock fucking you.Â
âI-i cant- âm gonna-â
âHold out for me, just a little while longer, wanna cum with youâ he whispered in your ear as he thrusted into you faster and harder then before, his pace getting sloppier by the second.
âCâmon, cum with me, cum with me babyâ he whimpered as you came onto his dick, moaning out as he filled you up with his cum, dripping down your legs, drenching your socks.
You stood there for a while, him still inside of you before pulling out and finally letting go of your hands.
You turned around to look at him before wrapping your arms around him and kissing him, which he gladly accepted.
âFuck, that was..â
âAmazingâ he continued, before patting your butt as a sign to wrap your legs around him before jumping and flying off and going home to take a long, cozy bath.Â
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On Call - King Benjamin x Reader Smut
Warnings: smut obvi, Bennie boo being a little shit!, mild choking, semi semi public sex
I watched Descendants again. This is the outcome.
âFuck!â The curse left Benâs mouth and you clamped your palm on his mouth. You could feel him grin as his hips rut into yours before his hand leaves your waist to push your hand away.
âWhat? You donât want everyone hearing us?â He chooses that exact moment to roll his hips up, extracting an especially loud moan from you. âAtta girl.â
His hand gently grabs your chin, ready to bring you in for a kiss but he is interrupted by the phone on his desk ringing. You both turn to look at it, you silently wishing it would stop while a smirk plays on Benâs lips, a positively wicked plan forming in his mind. Before you even turn around, Ben is reaching for it.
âBenjamin, donât you even dare!â His eyes lock on yours and he grins.
âDonât make a sound.â You immediately shut your mouth, glaring at him.
He brings the phone to his ear and leans back in his chair, his other hand guiding your hips against his once again. You squeak in surprise, earning a glare from Ben who then puts his hand on your throat as a warning. You close your eyes, praying the call wonât take long.
âOh hey, dad!â Your eyes snap back open. There is no way in hell that he is going to fuck you like this while on the phone with the former king? Is there?
Ben grins at you, that smile that makes you melt and begins to jerk his hips upward again. To hide the sounds threatening to leave your throat, you bury your face into his neck.
"Oh yes, I will have those documents sent to you now. Is that all?" Ben's hand glides up your shaking body to your throat, pushing you back so he can see you.
He looks like the devil. His hair tousled, leaned back in his fancy desk chair, grinning at you like a fool with his hand on your throat, your warning to be silent.
"Y/N and I would love to join you and Mom for dinner tonight, right honey?" He raises his eyebrows at you and holds the phone to your ear.
"Y-Yes, sir. I will be there." Ben laughs at the breathlessness of your voice and brings the phone back to his own ear.
You clamp your hand over your mouth, too afraid of exposing you and Ben's current activities to Adam.
"Yes, Y/N is quite fine. She's just a little... preoccupied at the moment. But don't worry. We will see you at dinner. Goodbye, Dad." Ben puts the phone back and his attention turns to you.
His bottom lip pulls between his teeth as he watches you lose yourself in the pleasure. Your head tips back and he doesn't waste time in finding the exposed skin with his mouth, sucking deep, purple marks onto your neck.
Ben lets out a muffled groan when he hears the whine you release when he rolls his hips in that way you love. So he does it again. And again.
Your thighs tighten around his seated form, an indication that your orgasm is close, so he pushes your hand away from your mouth, replacing it with a kiss.
Even with your dress flipped up to your waist and sweaty, flushed skin, you are the most beautiful person Ben has ever seen. The kiss, unlike the actions of his lower body, is tender and sweet. You pull away, shoving your head into his neck again, muffling the whine you release as you come.
Ben closes his eyes and lets his body react to yours and with the way you contract around him, he follows not far behind. The two of you sit for a second, trying to get your breathing under control. Until...
"I cannot believe you answered the phone! And it was your dad? I mean, seriously Benjamin! What if-" He cuts you off with another kiss.
You give in for a second before pushing him away.
"No! Ben, that can't happen again, okay?" You try to put on a stern face, trying to show him that even though he's the King, he can't always do as he pleases. But then he quirks an eyebrow up and looks you up and down with that crooked smile.
"Okay." He whispers.
You lean forward, lips mere centimeters from his.
"Good." His eyes roll and an idea pops into his head.
You are mortified at the sound that comes out of your mouth when he moves his lower body. You'd forgotten he was still inside of you.
"Benjamin!" He grins again.
"What? I'm not on the phone anymore..." His hands find their place on your waist and pull you back to him, bringing your jaw to his mouth. "And remember..." His lowered voice sends shivers down your spine. "You can be as loud as you want."
JESUS MAN.
welp.
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Behind Closed Doors Pt. 2
Summary: Reader and Spencer get caught having sex in the storage closet, in possibly the most embarrassing way possible.
A/N: This is a requested Part 2 to my other fic by the same name, "Behind Closed Doors" . For the full experience, read them back to back!
Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader
Category: Smut
Content Warning: Reader POV, drinking/drinking games, rough sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, semi-public sex, tipsy sex (if you squint), exhibitionism (kind of)
Word Count: 2.9k
The storage closet at the BAU had become somewhat of an unlikely sanctuary for Spencer and I.Â
I didnât realize how much Iâd end liking it, especially since my boyfriend and I had always managed just fine with no PDA at work for long periods of time, but once I got a taste of it- I was fucking addicted.Â
Maybe it was the thrill of knowing we could be caught at any moment, or the idea of someone hearing my moans through the thin door of the small space, begging Spencer for more and more until I was practically sobbing.Â
Or maybe it was that Spencer seemed to lose all control when we were in the closet, any and all previous inhibitions and protests leaving him as soon as we closed the door, his hands immediately sneaking under my shirt, cupping my bra and removing it, touching me in any way fathomable. His lips would make their way down my neck, teasing me until I was needy and desperate, and then heâd let loose, fucking me like weâd never get the chance to do this again.Â
All in all, the closet was definitely a wonderful addition to the places weâd had sex in.
When Spencer and I had arrived at the bar for drinks after our most recent case, we werenât really expecting too much from the night. It was meant to be celebratory, to commence a job well done from the entire team and while nights like this could get rowdy, Spencer and I had already planned to leave earlier into the night than usual to spend some time with just each other. (And to just have loads of sex, truthfully).Â
Spencer had his hand in mine as we entered, spotting our team in the back in a little booth, already seeming to have gotten started on their drinks for that night. They smiled and waved us over and we approached them. Spencer let me slide in first, while he scooted in next to me, our thighs touching due to the small and intimate setting of the booth. It didnât bother him, and he let his hand let go of mine before placing it on my thigh. It was comforting, as if a way to subtly tether us to each other even while we were in front of the team.Â
We all exchanged hellos and pleasantries before Derek pushed two shots towards us.Â
âDrink up.â He said, with a smirk. âFor being late.â He added.Â
I rolled my eyes playfully, before grabbing the drink and tipping my head back and taking it. The familiar burn of tequila hit the back of my throat, and I made a face.Â
âEugh. Tequila? Seriously, Derek?â I said, scrunching up my face and placing the shot glass down, watching as Spencer mimicked my actions, having a similar reaction, albeit less pronounced than mine.Â
âCome on, pretty girl.â Derek said, winking. âLive a little. Plus, we all did them before you were here, so itâs only fair.âÂ
I laughed a little, already feeling a little tipsy and nodded. âFine. Fine.â I said. âIâm not leaving here without at least one Cosmo in me though.âÂ
After a trip to the bar and a few drinks, conversation became lively, and jokes were exchanged freely. Everyone had loosened up quite a considerable amount, including Hotch, who was known for a much more stoic appearance at these things.Â
It was JJ who eventually suggested we all take part in a drinking game, a habit from her teenage years emerging, when the options for entertainment in her small town were limited between drinking or visiting a local grocery store. If there was anyone skilled at turning a seemingly mundane situation into a lively one, it was her.
âOoh!â Penelope said, clearly enticed by the idea. âWhat do you propose we do?â She said, clasping her hands excitedly together and laughing.Â
âHow about Never Have I Ever?â JJ suggests, smirking. I internally groaned. Never Have I Ever was fun, but when it turned sexual it was always a bit awkward for Spencer and I specifically. Whereas the married members of our team had the luxury of not having their partners there when risque questions were asked, Spencer and I would awkwardly put down both our fingers at the same time, watching as our team put two and two together and realize weâd actually done that thing together. It was all in good fun and it didnât bother me or him that much. We were a couple. Of course we had sex- but still. Having everyone at the table know that the man who was the cause for all my put-down fingers and empty shot glasses was actually right next to me always proved to make some interesting situations for the two of us.Â
Still, we agreed good naturedly and smiled, as noises of approval spread among the table, everyone seemingly on board with the idea.
JJ looked happy, opting to ask the first question, since it was her suggestion in the first place.
âOkay, okay.â JJ says, excitedly. âNever have I ever.. slept with a coworker.â She flashed a mischievous smile, her eyes seemingly drifting towards our side of the table.
Spencer and I immediately groaned and the table erupted in laughter.Â
âSorry, sorry.â JJ said, putting her hands up in playful defense. âYou know I had to. Itâs practically tradition at this point when we play."
Spencer and I clinked our respective drinks with a small smile exchanged between the two of us, letting the bitter and burning liquid plague our throats. Penelope took a shot as well, since she had been with Kevin. We all argued for a bit that technically JJâs relationship hinged on the fact that sheâd met her husband working on a case. It was eventually decided that since Will never worked at the BAU specifically, JJ was void from putting a finger down. Even then, JJ wasnât about to turn down the opportunity to drink and took a shot anyway, and grinned. âOnto the next person.â She said, raising her shot glass to the person on her right.Â
Derek beamed brightly, being the next person in succession to ask a question. âAlright, my turn.â Derek pauses. âNever have I ever had a threesome.â He says, confidently.
Emily smiled, sipping from her glass. âThatâs me.â She said, tipping her head back and seemingly having no reaction.Â
âReally Prentiss?â Derek said, smirking a bit. âHow was he?âÂ
âWho said there was a âheâ at all?â Prentiss fired back, with a smirk and Derek nodded, raising his eyebrows and nodding. âDamn.âÂ
âDamn indeed.â Prentiss said, laughing a bit. âMy turn. Erm. Never have I ever had sex in public.âÂ
Spencer and I glanced at each other, hesitated, before lifting up our drinks to our lips simultaneously. The entire teamâs eyes widened, watching us.Â
âHold on- what?â Penelope said, leaning over. âNo way! You two are so.. proper!â She exclaimed, in disbelief. âWhere would you even..?â She says, trailing off, trying to figure out how she could reason this in her mind.Â
âHey, I donât kiss and tell.â I say with a smirk. Spencer let his hand snake around my waist, away from the eyes of our incredulous coworkers.Â
Derek laughs a little. âWell, at least we can be sure you two aren't the closet couple.â Derek remarks, and the team laughs. "That isn't something you'd ever do."
âCloset couple?â Spencer says, and even if heâs trying to hide it, I could sense the edge in his voice.Â
âYou know!" Penelope said, excitedly. âNobody knows who they are- but thereâs this couple who keeps sneaking into the storage closet off the hallways to have sex.âÂ
Prentiss interrupts. âIâm telling you, itâs that guy and girl downstairs in Records.â She says, nodding with absolute certainty. âAll alone in that basement all day? Iâd want sex that makes me scream like that too.âÂ
I heard the words and could feel my cheeks immediately heat up. Jesus, they were talking about me. Spencer and I were fully aware of the fact that we could be caught, especially since we werenât exactly the best at staying quiet, but hearing our team discuss us- our sex, right in front of us without even realizing it was a mortifying experience nonetheless.Â
âI just wanna know what heâs doing to her in there.â JJ muses, and everyone nodded in agreement. âLike, are you having sex or absolutely murdering the girl in there?âÂ
Spencer blushed at that, and now both of us were avoiding eye contact with the team, but they seemed totally unfazed, considering they were continuing their conversation about the aforementioned couple.Â
âI swear, somedays I want to stand outside that closet just to see who comes out, but they spend such an ungodly amount of time in there and thereâs only so long you can listen to two people having sex before it gets weird.â Emily remarked, and JJ laughed.Â
âWeâd have to take shifts, trying to catch them in the act.â and everyone agreed, nodding. âHe must last long if they can spend that much time there..â JJ noted, offhandedly.Â
âAs fun as it is to speculate on whoâs having sex in a closet.â Hotch starts, âItâs getting late. Iâm going to finish us off with an easy one.â Hotch says, looking at the team.Â
âNever have I ever had sex in a storage closet.â Hotch says, clearly expecting none of us to take the last few remaining shot glasses on the table.Â
Spencer bit his lip, hesitantly reaching over the table to take two shots for himself and me, and we both downed it. As we set our glasses down, we were met with the shocked faces of our coworkers. Derek's mouth was slightly agape, and Penelope pointed between the two of us, trying to connect the dots.
âYou know what?â I say, loudly, before any of them can say anything. âI think thatâs our cue to leave.â I comment, starting to push Spencer out of the booth, and he immediately understands my urgency. He grabs my hand and nods.Â
âYeah, itâs getting late.â He says, hurriedly getting out of the booth. âWeâll see you all on Monday!â He let his strong grip nearly drag me out of the booth, and we had our backs to the team in a split second.
âHold on! You canât just-â Penelope called out, but weâd already made it halfway across the bar before our coworkers could question us about what had just happened. As we left the bar in a panicked rush and felt the cold wind nipping at us, we took one look at each other and burst into laughter.Â
âIs it safe to assume they know?â Spencer said, through laughs.Â
My own chuckles came out a little embarrassed. âIncredibly safe to assume, actually.â I said, smirking at him nonetheless. âNow we know that all our coworkers think youâre murdering me during sex.â I say, playfully nudging his shoulder.Â
Spencer wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me into a soft, yet passionate kiss. It takes me by surprise but I immediately melt into it, wrapping my arms around him. I can feel his lips moving against mine, and when he slips his tongue in, I can feel the taste of liquor transferring from his mouth to mine. He pulls back and grins, boyishly.Â
âIâll take it as a compliment.â Spencer said, his lips brushing against mine as he spoke.
I bit my lip. He looked so fucking sexy right now, the adrenaline from the game and the drinks making his complexion look rosy and hot. His hair was messy from our kiss, and his lips slightly swollen. Despite what felt like embarrassment in the bar, I realized it didnât corrode the fact that I desperately wanted the man.
âSpencer.â I say, tugging on his shirt. âI need you.â I breathe out.Â
"I need you too, baby." He responds, rubbing small circles into my waist.
"No, I need you. Please." I say, hoping he caught onto what I was asking for, without me explicitly saying so.
He knits his brows, understanding, and he let his hands linger on my waist. âOkay, baby.â He says, hesitantly. âLetâs get back home-âÂ
My desire, only heightened by the alcohol Iâd consumed, caused me to shake my head. âNo.â I interrupted. âPlease, I need you now.â I say, using a voice that would go straight to his cock, full of broken desperation and need for him, just for him.Â
It worked. He took one look at my blown out pupils and my parted lips and looked around. âI donât wanna go back to the bar since the team could see us.â He groans.Â
âThen here.â I say, frantically.Â
â(Y/N).â He says, rubbing my shoulders. âI love sex just as much as you do but the front of a bar is not-âÂ
âNot here.â I say rolling my eyes. âThe back. That one alleyway?â I say, praying to every God that my boyfriend would just say yes. And thankfully, he did. His face broke out in a smug expression, realizing we could actually have sex now, nearly dragging me as much as Iâd allow him. I could feel the exhilaration and lust permeating from both of us, and as soon as we got to the alleyway, he got to work, kissing up columns up and down my neck. He didnât even bother to check if someone was out there, turning his entire focus to me, to us, and how badly he wanted this.Â
With every kiss and bite at my neck, my whimpers grew louder, and he cruelly put a mouth over my mouth, muffling my sounds.Â
âStay quiet.â He growled, and I looked at him, my eyes begging him to just fuck me already.Â
âI think enough people know how much of a needy slut you are already, mm?" He says, beginning to undo my jeans and flipping me around, so his broad chest was up against my back. "Or are you that much of a whore that you want the people at the bar to know too?â
He let the hand encompassing my mouth drop, and leaned over to whisper in my ear. âMake one noise, and I stop.â I then realized that I could feel the head of his arousal rubbing against my folds, and my knees nearly went weak from the sensation. I hadnât even realized weâd moved this fast, and suddenly, he entered me with a rough thrust, nearly pushing me into the wall.Â
It took everything in me not to let out a yelp of surprise, and the bite I had on my tongue in this moment was sure to draw blood, but I didnât care. All that mattered was every rough thrust that Spencer fucked into me, holding my hips with a bruising force, jutting into me like a man possessed.Â
âYou like that, mm?â Spencer whispered, leaning over to let his ears brush over the shell of my ear. âYou like the idea of being caught? Of everyone knowing how fucking well I treat you?âÂ
I nod, wildly. âYes.â I whisper. âSpencer, please-âÂ
But my words are cut off by another pass of his cock in me, leaving my jaw dropped but no sound coming out.Â
âCome on, baby.â He grunts, cruelly. âGave you one rule, didnât I?â He says. He notices how weak my knees have gotten in the midst of our rendezvous, and he quickly grips onto my hair, pulling me up against him. âCanât be a good girl for me?â He teases, a ruthless lilt in his tone.Â
I whimper, nodding. âI can. I canâ I mumble incoherently. I start to fuck back on him, matching the movement of his hips into mine, feeling myself rapidly approach my orgasm. âPlease. I need- I need-â and without thinking of the consequences, I come, feeling the tension leave my body in pleasure inducing waves that cause my entire body to convulse. This only spurs him on to go faster, feeling the clench of my cunt around his cock.Â
âFuck- you feel so good. So fucking good around me.â He praises, and in an instant, his head is thrown back and I can feel him emptying himself inside me with a shudder, still gripping my hair with a desperate, primal need. He's panting, and breathless, and he pulls out as he finishes, tucking himself back into his pants quickly. He lovingly turned his attention to me, fixing me up as well. I whimpered softly as he took care of me, brushing my hair back and pressing small kisses to the back of my neck.
He turns me back to face him once he managed to get my underwear and jeans back up, and caressed my face, planting a tender kiss on my lips, then my forehead, and then bringing me close for a hug. I can feel the scent of sex, liquor and his cologne swarming my senses, and it only causes me to retreat into him deeper. I sense him breathing in my scent, and it makes me smile, knowing we both derived the comfort we needed from each other in that moment.
Finally, he mumbles against the top of my head.Â
âLetâs get a cab and go home. Let me run you a bath. Youâre so good to me.â He murmurs, still holding me in his arms like I was the last precious thing on Earth.Â
I giggled against him, nodding. âYeah. Yes, please.â I say, still a bit breathless, retreating from his embrace. âIâm surprised I managed to convince you to do that.â I remark, smirking a little, despite myself. âI canât imagine how many germs are in an alleyway.âÂ
My boyfriend, of course, cringes. âDonât remind me.â He says, squeezing my hand. beginning to lead me to the main road to find a cab. He then looks at me, a little smugly. âBut Iâd say it was worth it, right?âÂ
âAbsolutely.â I respond, squeezing his hand back, a smile gracing my face. He smiles back, and I feel my heart jump.
I don't think I'll ever stop feeling like Iâd won the lottery when it came to him.Â
ahh! only got it out 1 day late. so that's good. hi! hope you enjoyed. nearly 4 people requested a part 2, so i hope you guys liked my take on the team "catching" them. any likes, reblogs, comments are so appreciated. thank you for reading. i am eternally grateful. ty!!! cannot say it enough
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filming
lena oberdorf x actress!reader
summary: while filming in london, you have a special guest visit you at work
you're standing on set, mentally exhausted but pushing through as you try to channel the villain you're playing.Â
the heavy makeup, the dark clothes, everything about the character feels so different from who you are. it's been a long day, and while you're focused on your next scene, your thoughts keep drifting to lena, knowing she's in london too, playing against arsenal with wolfsburg in the champions league semi-final.Â
you wish you could be there, but acting doesnât exactly allow for last-minute trips across town.
"hey, can you turn around for a sec?" your costar says casually, snapping you out of your thoughts.
"uh, sure?" you respond, a little confused as you turn.
the sight that greets you makes your heart skip. lena's standing there, a playful smirk on her face, with sveindis right beside her.Â
you blink, trying to register that theyâre actually here, in the flesh, on your film set.
"what the hell?!" you exclaim, rushing over to them. "what are you doing here?"
lena chuckles, taking in your costume. "i had to see this for myself. my girlfriend, the horror villain. you look... terrifying, baby."
you laugh, rolling your eyes. "yeah, yeah, i know i look like i just crawled out of the underworld and the SFX makeup doesnât make this any better. but it's just a character, promise. i'm still me under all this."Â
"thank goodness," lena jokes, stepping closer and pulling you into a tight hug. "though, it kinda suits you."
"oh, shut up," you nudge her playfully, feeling a warmth settle in your chest at how easily she makes everything feel lighter. "i missed you."
"i missed you too," she murmurs, kissing your temple.Â
you turn to sveindis, grinning.Â
"and you! i can't believe you both came here. you know youâre my favorite of lena's friends, right?"
sveindis laughs, shaking her head. "i mean, i try."
"seriously though," you sigh, "i wish i could come to your game. itâs killing me that i can't be there."
"we know," lena says, her voice softening. "but youâre busy, and you're killing it here. we get it."
you nod, biting your lip. "yeah, but it still sucks."
"you'll see us in the final, though," sveindis adds confidently.
"damn right i will," you grin. "you better win."
"we'll try our best," lena says, squeezing your hand.
they donât stay long, knowing you're in the middle of filming, but before they leave, lena gives you another quick hug, whispering, "iâm proud of you, you know that?"
"i'm proud of you too. now go crush arsenal," you whisper back, your heart swelling with love as they walk away.
you spend the rest of the day filming, but your mind keeps replaying the moment with lena, that grounding presence she always brings with her.Â
when the director finally calls cut for the day, youâre exhausted but relieved to be done.Â
as soon as youâre back in your trailer, you pull out your phone and check the score. wolfsburg won.Â
you waste no time pulling out your phone to call lena. as soon as the ringing stops, you hear her excited voice on the other end.
âhey, baby! we did it!â she practically yells, and you can hear the noise of celebration in the background.
you canât help but laugh, her energy contagious. âi saw! iâve been dying over here, refreshing the score like a maniac.â
âyou shouldâve seen it,â lena says breathlessly, still riding the high of the win. âit was insane. poppi scored the winner, and everyone lost their minds!â
âiâm so proud of you,â you say softly, smiling to yourself. âi wish i couldâve been there.â
âdonât worry about it. youâre working hard too,â she reassures, though you can hear a little hint of longing in her voice.
âwell,â you pause, biting your lip, âiâve got news. iâm taking time off to come to eindhoven for the final. iâm gonna be there.â
thereâs a beat of silence before you hear her gasp. âyouâre serious?â
âof course! thereâs no way iâm missing this. iâll be in the stands, screaming my head off for wolfsburg.â
âoh my god,â lena breathes out, and you can practically see her smiling.Â
âthatâs... thatâs amazing. i didnât think youâd be able to make it.â
âwell, i pulled some strings,â you tease, feeling a weight lift from your chest just knowing youâll be there.Â
you didnât really need to pull any strings. the champions league game happens to fall on the week break that filming has.Â
âand as soon as filming wraps for good, iâm coming back to germany. i promise weâll have time again.â
âyou have no idea how much iâve missed you,â lena says quietly, her voice soft now, intimate.Â
âitâs been so hard with both of us being so busy.â
âi know,â you whisper, âbut weâll get through it. we always do.â
âgod, i canât wait to see you,â she says, the happiness in her voice clear as day. âitâs going to be perfect.â
âi canât wait either,â you reply, heart swelling with love. âand hey, tell sveindis sheâs still my favorite for scoring the last three games, okay?â
lena laughs, a sound that makes you feel like youâre home even though youâre still on set.Â
âiâll tell her. sheâll be so happy about it since she's a fan of yours.â
âawee,â you joke, leaning back in your chair.Â
âyou two better get some rest tonight. youâve got a champions league final to win soon.â
âdonât worry,â lena says confidently, âweâve got this. and knowing youâll be there... thatâs all the motivation i need.â
âi love you,â you say softly, letting the words settle between you.
âi love you too,â she replies, her voice warm and full of emotion. âsee you soon, okay?â
âsee you soon,â you echo, smiling to yourself as you hang up.Â
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Kinktober Day 18: CBT
Author's Note: Thank you, Souya anon, for forever altering my brain with your thirst. I haven't been able to stop thinking about bullying Hakkai since you sent that đĽ´
Pairings: Hakkai x male reader
Warnings: Mean dom male!reader, sub!Hakkai, CBT, bullying kink, degradation, Reader is supposed to be a rival gang leader/captain
Prompt credit: wylerkinktober đ§Ą
âI thought you were s'posed to be tough. Or are ya all bark and no bite?â you taunt, shifting more weight forward to your foot as it presses against the man's crotch. You've never seen someone more pathetic than him. A single tear streams down his face, and you can't entirely stifle your laugh as you watch him.
âTell me,â you begin again, âwhat exactly are my men so scared of?â Hakkai inhales sharply when you twist your foot, grinding your boot against his semi-hard dick. Another tear threatens to spill, and it takes all of his willpower to prevent that from happening. ââbecause all I see is a crybaby who can't even handle one man all by himself.â you spit. Another twist sends him into a fit of whimpers and cries, struggling to stay propped up on his elbows.
You step off of him, standing tall while you watch his shaky form curl in on itself. A chuckle erupts from your throat, but it dies just as quickly as your eyes land on the stained patch on his pants.
âEw, are you turned on right now? Seriously?â you say in disbelief, covering your mouth in an exaggerated display. You're basically pointing and laughing at him, and Hakkai feels his cock grow even harder, swelling in his pants from the shame.
As you eyeball his bulge, an idea crosses your mindâ a rather devilish idea, at that.
âTake 'em off.â
âWh- what?â
âTake 'em off, crybaby. Show me what you're packin'.â Hakkai's eyes widen when he realizes what you're asking. He refuses at first, but when you threaten to rip his clothes off yourself, he decides it's better to just do as he's told.
Goddamn, you think to yourself, he's bigger than he looks⌠It's hard not to stare when the guy you're bullying is secretly packing seven inches of dick underneath his clothing. Well, all the more dick for you to toy with.
âKeep your legs open, yeah, just like that.â you order, once again placing your boot on Hakkai's cock. The pressure is already making him bite his lip, and you haven't even done anything really. Just a little pressure on his shaft, a little grinding down here and there, and the pretty man below keens, gripping the pavement underneath his hands until his fingertips become bloody.
His voice is shaky, breathless as he begs, âO-oh-ok! Hah⌠you win! J-just stop already!â
âWhy? We're havin' so much fun, Shiba.â you lift your foot away slightly and there are strings of precum sticking to the underside. âUgh, you're havin' a little too much fun⌠but if it feels that good, hump it.â
Hakkai blubbers in confusion. His cheeks flush quickly as you stare at each other. âHump my shoe, dumbass. Don't pretend like you weren't thinking about it earlier.â after your foot is back on his cock, Hakkai gulps, moving his hips cautiously at first. The ridges on the bottom of your boot do feel good against his dick⌠and when you press down harder, he curses and a cold sweat washes over him as he nearly cums right then and there.
You can't lie, this whole power trip is getting you excited too. You're sure that he notices the tent growing in your pants as well, since he keeps glancing at it. You rub yourself through your clothes while continuing to torture poor Hakkai, and he watches you intently. His eyes are glued to your foot pressing down on his leaky tip, then glued to the outline of your cock as it swells.
âMmm⌠you wanna cum, right, big boy?â you drawl. Hakkai doesn't answer at first, too focused on the sticky mess he's creating on the underside of your boot. But he snaps out of it once you shout to get his attention. âLook at me. Do you wanna cum or not?â
His breathless 'yes' made your stomach flip. It was so honest that you stopped moving for a second just to process Hakkai's response. Here he was, literally underneath another gang member's boot, and when asked if he wanted to experience an orgasm after they bullied him⌠he didn't even hesitate to say yes. You gotta hand it to him; he wears his heart on his sleeve.
âWell shit, alright. But only when I say so, yeah? If you can't follow simple instructions, I'll beat your ass, got it?â
âG-got itâŚâ
With that, you began moving your boot up and down his cock, pulling slutty moans from him the whole time. There's precum trickling down his thighs. Sliding down to his hole, no doubt. Hakkai is throwing his head back, concentrating on holding it in until you say the magic word. Thank god you pulled him into this back alley⌠you have all the privacy you need to humiliate the Toman member without getting caught.
As he inches closer to his orgasm, you suddenly stop. Hakkai gasps and begins to question you, but clams up as soon as you crouch in front of him and push him fully on his back.
âJust tell me when you're really close, ok?â you say in a tone that causes Hakkai to shiver. He's sure you're up to something, he just doesn't know what yet⌠until you grab him by the balls and start hitting them. It's not hard enough to hurt hurt. If anything, the pain actually enhances this experience.
The way Hakkai's voice goes up and downâhe sounds adorably pathetic, and you even slap his dick around just to see what other sounds you can get him to make. Your little musical instrument.
âGnngh-! AaaAAaaAAAhhHh!! Mmmclose! Haah-! â his voice trembles. Hakkai can feel his heartbeat in his dick, pounding away in his ears as wellâall while his tormentor grins sadistically down at him. This large shadow looms overhead as you straighten up again, stepping on his cock and ordering him to rut against you until he cums.
Of course, you don't make him do all of the work. You're generous enough to move your foot back and forth in small yet quick motions. âOoh, I can see it dripping everywhere. I can't believe you're really gonna jizz all over another man's shoe. Don't you have any shame?â His head shakes; whether he means to say yes or no, you can't quite tell⌠you reckon his head is too fuzzy to grasp anything you say at the moment.
âNo? Aw, you're a keeper. Maybe we'll do this again sometime.â As you tease him a little more, you catch the spurts of white spilling down his shaft. Hakkai's voice cracks as a powerful orgasm travels through his bodyâleaving him a shaking, crying mess.
His eyes close soon after, and when Hakkai comes to, the only thing he sees are the buildings stretching up towards the sky. Not a trace of his bully in sight.
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congrats on 400 & i'm so happy to be here!!!
for the event, if you still write for south park, could i get headcanons of maybe the main 4 + butters receiving genuine, heartfelt compliment and love from their partner? male or gn if that's okay/needed!!!
i've been craving soft comfort qwq
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Here you are love!
South Park - Main Four (+ Butters) Reacting to Genuine Affection
Kyle
Okay, so you guys definitely have quite a bit of banter in your relationship
So at first it takes him a minute to figure out when you're actually being serious
"Kyle, you're so pretty."
He'll just blink at you for a second
When you don't give him a teasing smirk or burst out laughing, that's when he knows you're being real
And then his cheeks turn a few shades darker, and he looks away bashfully
He'll mutter something semi-coherently, not looking at you at all while he says it:
"Yeah, well... you're prettier..."
It's not that he doesn't believe what you say, or that he's embarrassed, he's just taken off guard
He actually really loves when you surprise him like that
He will be thinking about it for the next week at least
He'll totally zone out, tooâjust replaying that moment over and over in his mind
A little smile comes to his lips involuntarily, and he might even start blushing a little
He's just got to be careful not to do it around the guys... he'd never hear the end of it
Stan
He's convinced you're being fake or joking at first
Especially if it just comes out of the blue
"I love you, Stan."
He'll just blink, waiting for the "just kidding" or the punchline
When it doesn't come his face scrunches up a little
"You're... being serious?"
He's not trying to sound rude, he's just having a hard time believing you
He struggles with insecurity :(
No matter how long you've been together, he still doesn't know why someone like you would ever love him
But when you just smile sincerely and tell him that yes, you are being serious, his heart flutters
He definitely gets that huge lovesick grin of his (you know the one)
And he'll look at you with the purest loving gaze
Be prepared for a bear hug :D
And maybe some happy tears on your shoulder
Butters
It doesn't even occur to him that you might be joking
He believes everything you say, unless it's ultra-obvious you're joking
And even then he's more inclined to take whatever you're saying/doing as genuine, if only for his own delusional enjoyment
So, even if it comes out of nowhere, Butters accepts your affection
"You're the best thing in my life, Butters."
He'll put on a huge grin, taking your hand and squeezing it excitedly
"You're my favorite ever, Y/n!"
Cue the tooth-rotting fluff
This is how you two often fall into bouts of sickeningly sweet affection; cuddling, hand holding, "no-I-love-you-more" competitions...
It is very cheesy
But Butters LIVES for it
He loves it when you can both be all genuine like that; it increases his own confidence, plus it gives him a chance to show his unending love for you :)
Kenny
I feel like Kenny's really good about reading your emotions
And matching them as soon as he's aware
So even if you're in the middle of the goofiest goof session, he'll flip the switch just as quick as you
He'll know you're being genuine right away, and wastes no time being dumbfounded or anything
"I'm so in love with you."
You can see his cheeks going a little pink, but he smiles the brightest smile and hugs you tight
Then he returns the affection in full; both physically and verbally
It doesn't matter if you were being verbal or physical with your affection, he'll give you both in return
"I'm in love with you, too."
Depending on if you're in a silly affectionate or serious affectionate mood (again, he'll know), you may or may not end up in a hybrid cuddle-tickle fight
Otherwise you'll settle down somewhere and just bask in each other's arms
Maybe playing with each other's hair, mumbling sweet nothings, listening to heartbeats and breathing
Cartman
He is NOT going to take you seriously (or at least that's how it'll seem)
Even when he realizes that you are, indeed, being serious, he's going to make fun of you
"I love you more than you even know."
He tries to play off the way his cheeks turn pink and the way his heart flutters
He'll look away, waving his hand dismissively at you
"Pff, whatever. You're so cheesy, Y/n."
In reality, he's internalizing what you said and it's getting him higher than the moon
And he can't help just hugging you, at the very least
Or pretending to suplex you as an excuse to get you laying on top of him with his arms around your waist
Then he'll start to think about what you said more, and after a while he'll mutter, almost inaudibly:
"I love you more, stupid."
He'll never admit that he said it (activate gaslighting mode), but he secretly hopes that you really did hear it, and that you believe he said it (despite what he'll try to make you believe)
Because he meant it, and he wants you to know that he feels the same about you :)
Thanks for this request! And thank you so much for reading, take care doves <33
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hey babe, i love ur writing its acc soo amazing. can you write about like chris or matt seeing you at one of their hockey games and while you were talking to some other guy, they score and do a celebration for you and obvi you don't see so they get pissed and then after the game they see you talking to the guy again and then they come up to you and grab your arm, pulling you into the locker room and then they yk fuck you for like three rounds and them they pocket your underwear and make you walk up to the guy you were talking to before and talk to them, but you're yk walking or limping and the guy notices and the you can do whatever you want
also this could be for either matt or chris or even nate
attention
chris sturniolo x reader
warnings: smuttt (donât read if you donât like), p in v, cream pie, oral (fem receiving), cursing, semi- public sex
a/n: i did chris cause i feel like iâve seen so many hockey matt fics
ummm yeah hope you like :)
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i watched as chris skated on the ice, my eyes never leaving him. the game was pretty close, but chris was playing really well tonight.
i felt someone tap my shoulder, making me turn towards them, and breaking my gaze on chris.
âheyâ i was greeted by a guy that looked to be around the same age as me. he was a tall brunette, with green eyes.
âum, hiâ i said, confused.
âsorry, um i just- do you recognize me?â i narrowed my eyes at him, now even more confused.
iâve never seen this kid a day in my life before.
âum, should I?â
â iâll take that as a no. i sit a few rows back from you in historyâ
well this is awkward as hell.
âohhh shit, sorry! yeah, yeah youâreâŚâ i trailed off, waiting for him to say his name.
âblakeâ he finished.
âblake! yes, yeah! sorry, iâm a little out of it todayâ i said awkwardly.
this is why i donât talk to people.
âyeah, no worries. i get it, you pay attention to the teacher, why would you even be facing the back?â he said, trying to justify me not knowing him.
i really really donât like talking to people.
âexactlyâ i said, before starting to turn back to the game. before i could, he starting talking again.
âyeah! very studious of you. iâm normally just staring at the back of your headâ he said, chuckling a little.
i really want to side-eye the shit out of this kid.
âhmm, normally iâm paying more attention to my boyfriend. you know, the kid who sits next to me?â
hopefully this kid takes the god damn hint.
âoh, chris, right?â i nodded my head.
âisnât he like, a player, or something? you sure heâs the right guy for you? â
i just side-eyed him.
this kid isnât real, there is no way he just said that shit.
âit was a joke! sorry, i just wanted to get you to laugh. donât take it too seriouslyâ he nudged me with his elbow.
i shouldâve sat next to nick, he would have a comeback that would scare this kid off.
suddenly, the crowd went crazy. as i went to turn towards the game to see what happened, blake grabbed my shoulder making me turn towards him.
âlisten, iâm sorry that wasnât funny! iâm kinda just trying to impress youâ he admitted.
âjokes are usually funny, that was notâ his smile dropped. ânot that itâs any of your business, but chris treats me well. iâm not interested in anyone elseâ
he didnât say anthing else, so i turned back to the game. which is now over.
fuck. this dumbass made me miss the rest of the game.
i looked closer, realizing chrisâs entire team was slapping chris on the back and giving him high fives.
i looked at the score, his team won by one point.
fuck. chris scored the winning point, and i missed it.
chris happened to look over at me, locking eyes as his jaw clenched.
oh, heâs pissed.
CHRISâS POV
i scanned the crowd, looking for a particular person.
when i finally found her, someone was standing next to her.
who is this kid?
whatever, it doesnât matter. i have to focus.
the game is so close, all we need is a score and we can win.
when i saw an opportunity to score the point, i took the shot and made it.
i just scored the winning point.
âYEAHHHHHHâ i yelled, starting to celebrate.
i looked in her direction, wanting to see her reaction.
what the fuck.
she was facing towards that random kid, his hand on her shoulder.
she didnât even see.
was she ever even watching the game?
i saw matt and nate, along with the rest of my teammates skate towards me.
i was graced with multiple âcongrats, dudeâ and pats on the back. i didnât even care, all i could focus on was her.
when i looked back at her, we locked eyes. her face dropped as she realized how angry i was.
i just rolled my eyes and turned away.
READERâS POV
i waited right next to the locker rooms, where we usually meet after chrisâs games were finished.
suddenly, i heard blakeâs voice again.
he just wonât stop.
âhey, you waiting for chris?â he asked.
âyup.â i kept my response short, looking for chris.
âyeah, that was some game-winning goal, huh?â he asked.
i turned towards him, âhow would you know? you were never even focused on the game, you were too busy trying to get my attentionâ
âi-â before he could even finish, my arm was grabbed and i was pulled into the locker room.
i didnât even have to look to know it was chris.
he pushed me up against a set of lockers, â i scored the winning pointâ he said as he looked into my eyes. âbut you didnât see that, huh? too busy talking to that kidâ
i didnât say anything, too shocked to speak.
âhmm, lost your voice, baby? or are you just having trouble paying attention to me?â
âno.â i answered.
âno? no, what?â
âiâm sorry chris, he just wouldnât leave me alone. i told him i had a boyfriendâ
âyeah? is that why he had his hand on your shoulder?â
âchris, iâm sorryâ he pulled my hoodie over my head, sucking on my neck until it left marks.
âchris, what if someone walks in?â i asked, worried someone would see us.
we were in the very back of the locker room, but we were still out in the open.
ânobody has a locker back here, so as long as youâre quiet, thereâs nothing to worry about.â
he unclasped my bra, taking one nipple in his mouth, while squeezing the other in his hand.
âshit, chrisâ i moaned. he lightly bit my nipple. âfuck!â
âdidnât i just say you have to be quiet? i swear to god if someone comes back here iâm not stopping.â he said as he continued to lick and suck.
my head fell back into the locker, as one of his hands snuck past the waistband of my sweatpants and into my underwear.
i gasped as i covered my mouth with my hand.
he rubbed circles on my clit, as he continued his work on my tits.
âthink he could make you feel this good?â he whispered into my ear.
i didnât open my mouth, scared a moan would spill out.
he inserted two fingers into me. âanswer me.â
âfuck, no no no. no one can, just you chrisâ i whispered.
suddenly, he pulled away and pulled my underwear and sweatpants down.
he brought me over to a bench and laid me over his lap. the bench was wide enough that i could position myself on my hands and knees without falling off.
he slapped my ass, making me whine, and rubbed it after.
he spit into his hand before rubbing my clit with his thumb.
âshit, chrisâ
âremind me, whose pussy is this?â he asked. i couldnât see his face, but iâm sure he wore a smug grin on it.
âyours, chrisâ he slapped my clit, making me jolt forward.
âfuckâ i whispered.
he continued to rub my clit with one hand while inserting his middle and index fingers into my pussy.
âFUCK CHRISâ i yelled out, not even caring about being loud.
his fingers moved in me at an abnormally fast pace. i didnât even know anyone could move their fingers that fast.
i approached my orgasm quickly. âchris! CHRIS! iâm gonna-â
âgo ahead cum, on my fingers maâ
my legs started to shake uncontrollably, and i clutched the bench under me for dear life.
â oh FUCK! FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUCK, CHRISSSâ my voice shook as my entire body twitched.
he continued to assault my pussy with his fingers. âoh my god, chrisâ i moaned as i reached behind me to pull his hand away.
he slapped my clit, making me cry out and move my hand away âyou know your safewordâ
he maneuvered my legs so that he was in between them and without another word, he gripped my thighs and began to run his tongue through my folds.
i couldnât contain the loud moans coming out of my mouth as he shook his head from side to side, completely suffocating himself.
my legs instinctively closed around his face, as i squirmed and whimpered.
his nose rubbed against my clit as he moaned into my pussy, sending me over the edge.
âCHRIS- CHRIS IâM CUMMINGâ i yelled as i finished on his face.
when he pulled away his face was covered in my cum, his eyeblack smudged all over his face.
that is hot as fuck.
he quickly took off his gear and underclothes, leaving him naked.
he placed me on my back at the end of the bench and stood between my legs.
he pumped himself a few times and lined himself up with me and pushed himself in.
âhmmmmmâ i whined as he groaned out, âso fucking tight. look at how perfectly i fit in you, this pussy was fucking made for meâ he mumbled.
he didnât even give me a chance to adjust, pounding into me mercilessly.
this side of chris was driving me absolutely insane. he looked too good snapping his hips into mine, lust-clouded eyes, his face red and sweaty.
my head fell back, and my eyes squeezed shut.
âopen those pretty eyes, youâre gonna pay attention to me this timeâ he growled.
he growled.
iâm losing my fucking mind.
suddenly, he increased his speed and thrusted into me with all his force.
â my GOD, CHRISâ my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
he reached down and started to rub my clit.
âwhat did i tell you about those eyesâ
âsorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorryâ i repeated it like it was a mantra.
he started to squeeze my boob with his other hand.
i started to twitch again, clenching around him over and over again.
âfuck maâ he groaned before painting my walls with his cum, launching me into my orgasm.
i moaned his name over and over again before cumming all over his cock.
he then picked me up, and held me up against a locker fucking me against it.
âchris! chris! sensitive, i- FUCKâ he groaned into my ear as he continued to slide in and out of me.
he lifted up my leg, letting him directly hit my g-spot.
suddenly, the locker room door opened. footsteps could be heard, but they were nowhere near us.
chris covered my mouth with his hand, his nose pressed against mine as he stared into my eyes, almost daring me to make noise.
he continued to fuck me into the lockers, his speed increasing.
there was rustling, before a locker door closed. and the footsteps retreated.
i silently gasped into his hand, and he rubbed my clit, making me grip onto his biceps.
as soon as i heard the locker room door close, signifying that the person left, i let out a scream.
âCHRIS IâM GONNA CUM, GONNA CUMMMâ
âfuck, give it to me babyâ he said as my front half shot up, and i wrapped my arms around chrisâs shoulders.
my juices shot out onto chrisâs cock, and he released his load into me.
he fucked me through my high, giving a few more thrusts.
when he pulled out, our cum dripped out of me and down my leg.
âhere, iâll help you get dressedâ he handed me all of my clothes, except my underwear.
âchris, you didnât give me my underwearâ i said, my voice hoarse from all of the screaming i did.
âi know, iâll be holding onto thatâ he said as he put them in his pocket.
ânow câmon, we gotta get you dressed so we can go talk to our friendâ
oh. thatâs not good.
i didnât argue, knowing it would make things worse.
once we finished getting dressed, chris grabbed his stuff.
as we started to walk towards the door, my legs started to shake slightly.
fuck. i can barely walk.
âyou ok, ma?â chris asked with a slight smirk on his face.
i just narrowed my eyes at him, making him chuckle.
when we left the locker room, there blake stood. directly across from the locker rooms.
i know this kid did not sit here and wait for me.
i glanced over at chris, and he motioned for me to go up to him.
i slowly limped over to him, chris not too far behind me.
âheyâ i said to him.
his eyes widened, noticing the limp, as he took in our features. the hickeys all over my neck, my shaky legs, the sweat all over chrisâs face, and our messy hair.
âumâŚheyâ blake said.
i nodded, slowly and awkwardly.
chris then stepped in.
âhey, iâm chris. her boyfriend. whatâd ya think of the game?â chris asked with a head tilt and a smirk on his face.
âuh, yeah! n-no, great, awesome game! youâre a great hockey playerâ
this kid is fucking shaking in his boots.
âreally? thatâs crazy! i didnât realize you were able to watch the game by staring at my girlfriend!â he said sarcastically.
blakeâs eyes widened.
âi didnât know, sorryâ
âyou didnât know she was my girlfriend? alright well, now you doâ he got closer to him. âand if you ever forget, i swear to god youâll end up with a lot more than a black eye, got it ?â
blake just nodded.
âgreat, walk awayâ he waisted no time in doing exactly that, getting away as quickly as he could.
i turned to chris.
âhey, iâm really sorry i didnât see your big moment. i genuinely was trying to pay attention, he just wouldnât leave me aloneâ
he gave me a kiss to my cheek, âitâs ok baby, i donât think we have to worry about him doing it againâ we laughed together.
âhe looked like he was gonna piss himselfâ he grinned at me while he wrapped his arm around my waist.
âok, câmon ma. gotta find my familyâ just as he said that, they came into view.
chris helped me walk over, as i was still limping.
nick and matt just looked at us and shook their heads.
âyou two are fucking disgustingâ
âwhatever, letâs goâ
matt stopped us, â hold up, i gotta get my stuff from the locker roomâ
chris and i glanced at each other.
âyeah, you dirty fuckers i saw you two go in there, which is why i waitedâ he said as he walked in the direction of the locker rooms.
we looked at each other and busted out laughing, trying to catch our breath.
ââââââââââ
âŚhope you like <333
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ANGEL OF MINE (Sequel to Whoâs Better Than Me?)
Rio x blackfem!reader (OC - Angel)
âAfter a plateau in their relationship, Rio sets out to make things rightââ
PARING: Exes to Lovers / Past High School School Sweethearts
SUGGESTED TUNES đż: We Need Resolution by Aaliyah, Best Thing by Usher, Take Away by Missy Elliott & Ginuwine, Think Of You by Amerie, Fallen by Mya, Ella Me Levanto by Daddy Yankee
CONTENTS: 18+ MDNI, SMUT, ANGST, Some fluff, professing of love, cursing, pinv, r*ugh s*x, cre*m p*e, or*l (fem receiving), Semi Redeemed Rio, Rio being a bedroom bully, with a dash of pettiness again lol, slight use of Spanish, a potential pregnancy, etc. (NOT PROOFREAD/UNEDITED)
AUTHORS NOTE: Genuinely I did not think about writing another part, but some ideas popped up in my head and so here we are lol! this part is kinda long but hope yâall enjoy regardless đ GIF CREDIT: by me :)
âHow I'm supposed to be to you if you keep squirmin'? Be still,"
Angel couldnât fully register Rioâs instructions over the pounding of her heart. She shivered, squirming in her spot on the bed. Rio lowered his head, placing small kisses on Angelâs stomach. The softness and warmth of his lips spurred her on even more, Angel began to pull away from Rio's touch.
âDonât move,â Rio ordered, his large hands held her in place, one of them pressed down on Angel's stomach, "You gonna be good and listen, hm?"
âYes! Iâll be g-good,â Angel whimpered.
Rio smiled down at her, keeping one hand on her stomach, while the other reached for his hardened shaft. He aligned himself with her dripping core, plunging the tip into her wetness, eliciting a soft moan from Angel. He repeated the movement a few times over slowly easing more of him into her. Angelâs whines grew more desperate with each shallow stroke.
With one last stroke, Rio bottomed out, fully, planting his hands firmly at Angelâs waist.
âFuck, Angel. So fuckinâ tight,â
Angelâs hands snake up Rioâs back, pulling him towards her, as he began rocking into her.
âAngel,â
âYes, baby?â
âAngel,â
âHm?â
âAngel!â
With two snaps from her friend, Benny, Angel was pulled out of her reverie and back into reality.
âYou good?â Benny asked as he waved his fork in the air.
âSheâs fine,â Keke chuckled, âSheâs just having a flashback, of Riooo,â
Angel rolled her eyes as she took a sip from her drink. She leaned back into her seat, looking at the passerbyers. It was a beautiful day, the sun shined brightly, casting down warm rays. After being stuck in the office in the all morning, the change in scenery was much needed.
âHave you talked to him?â Benny mused. He twirled pasta around his fork, before eating a large forkful.
ââŚNo,â Angel sighed.
âSeriously?â Keke asked, eyes wide with shock. âI thought yâall hit it off, literally, after the reunion,â
âWe did! And the sex was amazing, butââ
âBut what?â
âI donât know, y'all. So much time has passed, and he's changed so much since we were in high school, I feel like he's not the same boy I once knew,â
"I mean duh, Angel," Keke shrugged, "are any of us who we were 20 years ago?"
"She's right, Angel," Benny added, "None of us are the same as we were back then. It's impossible, babe. It sounds like you more scared of what he does not who is,"
Angel leaned back into her chair; arms folded across her chest. Maybe Benny was right. There was never a moment that passed in the day that she didn't want to be wrapped in Rio's arms. To just be with him. Yet, every time Angel wanted to reach out something stopped her. Everything was different about Rio and seeing him at the reunion was a bit jarring. From his clothes to the way he walked, even that damn eagle tattoo itched on his neck. The way he practically had all of their former classmates fawning over him, laughing at all of his jokes. There was a dangerous charm that Rio possessed. Sure, Angel was used to Rio's boy-ish charms after being on the receiving end of it, but this was something entirely different. It was potent, calculated, and completely irresistible. That was developed from experience, an experience that made Angel think twice.
"By all means, I'm not excusing Rio's, nefarious activities," Benny continued, "I just think you should at least talk to the man. The man, you've been in love with most of your life,"
"And from that glow you've been sporting," Keke added, she paused to a sip from her drink, slurping for dramatic affect. Benny and Angel chuckled, "I know that dick was good. So, take a chance! You'll never know what could happen between you too,"
Angel nodded. For the rest of the day, she pondered Benny and Keke's advice. She had to take a chance, she had to try.
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It wasn't until 10 PM, when Angel pulled to her home. Arms chalked full of groceries, she wanted to stock up on food and other snacks for her much needed staycation. Angel trudged up the stairs, to her humble bungalow, she fumbled with the straps of the shopping bags and her work purse, trying grab her keys. She quickly opened the door, once inside she locked the door behind her and made a beeline for the kitchen.
Angel didn't bother to turn the light on in the kitchen. Her mind was preoccupied with putting the groceries away so she could take a shower and finally relax. So much that she didn't notice a smoldering, Rio leaned against the refrigerator. He watched her as she unloaded the groceries, not wanting to disturb her just yet. He wanted to admire the way her slacks hugged her curves, just a tad bit longer.
With a grocery bag in hand, Angel turned around, immediately meeting Rio's eyes. Her heart dropped to her stomach.
âFuck!â
Angel quickly crouched down, grabbing the spilled groceries on the floor. Rio crossed the room in quick strides, bending down to help. A quietness fell over them as they loaded the items into the reusable bag.
ââŚWhat are you doing here? How did you get here? You know what don't answer that," Angel sputtered. She sat the bag on her breakfast table. She folded her arms over her chest, âNo call, no text. I mean, what the hell Rio?â
His expression was indecipherable as Rio peered at her. His eyes continued to trace over her, as if he was trying to commit her features to memory, as if he really needed to for that matter. Rio tipped his head to the side and scratched the light stubble on his chin.
Angel mentally kicked herself, only Rio could look that dangerously good in minimal lighting. She averted her eyes, looking at the calendar tacked on her fridge, before looking back at Rio.
He shrugged. âI could say the same. You didnât call, you didnât text. You avoidinâ me?â
Angel scoffed. âFirst off, Iâm not avoiding you. Second, who breaks into someoneâs home after not seeing for a couple of weeksââ
ââA month,â
âHowever, long it was. If you wanted to talk, this isnât the way to go about it,â
Rio nodded slowly, poking his bottom lip in that ever so subtle way, as he mused over Angelâs words.
âIf I called, would you have answered?â
Angel opened her mouth to respond but quickly closed it. Truth was, if Rio did call, she wouldnât have picked up. Not because Angel didnât want to, it was complicated. The night that they shared was magical, more amazing than anything Angel could ever dream of, but when the sun rose the next morning and reality set in. They were too different, Angel lived a normal life, she loved her job, her friends, her family, even the âTinkerbellâ car she drove. Her life was routine, with a few moments of spontaneity (hooking up with Rio was one of them). Rioâs life she assumed, was nothing but spontaneity, having to always keep one eye open, always looking over oneâs shoulder. Adding Rio into the equation was too much. It was easier when they were younger, it was simpler time. Their love came with no extra baggage, it was pure.
Now, things are much different, Rio was different. Heâs a crime boss for peteâs sake, and Angel knew that he didnât want the same things, as she did. Last time she checked, living the life of a criminal didnât allow for marriage and kids, not in the way Angel wanted anyway.
âRio,â Angel began, the dropped her arms, and twiddled with her fingers, âyouâŚwe, we are just different,â
A deep sigh escaped Rio. When Angel finally met Rioâs gaze she could see the cracks in his resolve. His jaw was tight, and usual brown eyes carried a hardness in them. Rio ran a hand across her features, rolling his shoulders while doing so.
âYou breakinâ my heart, Angelita,â Rio took a few steps forward, now standing only a few away from Angel. He easily towered over her small frame, âwhatâs so different about me?â
âY-youâve changed, Iâve changed,â
âSo?â
âSo?! This is serious, Rio, are lives are completely different, you donât want the same things as me,â
âBullshit. I need real, Angel. Why are you pullinâ away from me?â
âYouâre a fucking criminal, Rio!â
A huge wave of embarrassment and guilt washed over her, she quickly buried her face in her hands. She couldnât bear to look at Rio after saying what she said. How could she react like that? Regardless of her aversion to what Rio does, he deserved more respect than the outburst she just had. This was the man sheâs been in love with since she fifteen, he deserved better.
Angel felt Rio gently wrap his hands around hers, and pulled them away from her face. He then tilted Angelâs upwards to meet his gaze. Rio searched her eyes, seeing the guilt in them he softened.
âYou scared of me, Angel?â
Angel froze. Her mind traveling back to the night they spent together, and the glimpse gun she saw as she left his place. Her mind drummed up all of the scenarios that could happen, flashes of him in an orange jumpsuit behind bars, and his name across the headstone in the graveyard. A future that she never wanted to see, but in a way already happened. A little into Angel's first semester of college, word got out Rio was going to prison, it broke her. She couldn't bear to see him like that or worse, 6 feet under.
So, to answer his question was she scared of Rio, no. Was she scared of what could happen to Rio, absolutely, Angel loved him too much just to be okay with could happen to him. Or what he could do to others.
"Hey, hey," Rio spoke, pulling her focus back to him, "there you go wonderin' again. Tell me, what's going on in that pretty head of yours?"
Angel sighed. â...I donât like what you do,â
Rio dropped his hand away from Angel's chin. He nodded slowly, processing. A quietness fell over them, as they stared wordlessly at one another. Rio's eyes slowly trailed down towards Angel's chest. She felt the breath hitch in her throat, when he reached towards her. Gently, he lifted the necklace she wore. Rio held the angel pendant between his fingers, the pad of his thumb softly tracing over the figure's wings.
"You kept it," Rio spoke, his eyes combing over the figure with Angel could only interpret as fondness. Her heart fluttered. "You know, I put in mad work tryna get this. Cutting grass, washing cars, all that shit. I wanted you to feel good. I wanted you to know I loved you,"
"Rio..."
"Por siempre y para siempre, forever and always. That's what's engraved on the wings. Angel, you're my forever, you're my always. It's only been you,"
Angel felt tears prickle at the corners of her eyes. This is the most vulnerable she's seen Rio, ever. To hear him speak with such sincerity and conviction, Angel couldn't help her heart swell with love.
"My business is my business, and I can't change what I did and all the choices I've made. But being with you made me realize, mama that shit has an expiration date," Rio brought his hands to Angel's face, and cradled her soft cheeks, "I can't promise that I'll magically become a better man over night, but I want to try, for you will. 'Cause I don't wanna loose you mama, not again,"
Without a second thought Angel leans forward and kisses Rio. Their kiss was sweet, tongues moving in tandem as Angel snaked her arms around Rio, pulling him closer to her. Her fingers caress the top of Rio's head, soft touches rubbing at his scalp. Rio lets out a throaty groan, its vibrations straight to Angel's core. A flush of heat rushes through her entire body. She breaks the kiss.
"I wanna try, Christopher," Angel whispers. She nuzzles Rio's nose. He pulls away slightly, to see her face fully. A smile blooms across his face. He kisses her again.
"Yeah?" Rio's smile grows wider seeing the sincerity in Angel's face.
"Yes, baby," Angel nods, biting her lip.
A flicker of lust danced in Rio eyes. His tongue swiped across his bottom lip, while his hands drifted towards Angel's bottom. Rio's large hands squeezed and palmed her ass. He landed a firm smack on her ass.
"Rio!"
He chuckled. "Go upstairs, and get on the bed, how I like," Rio mumbled against her cheek, before placing a soft kiss there.
Angel didn't waste any time, she raced upstairs to her bedroom, completely forgetting about her groceries in the kitchen. She kicked off her heels, stripping off her slacks and dress shirt. Angel sat on her bed, legs spread out for him, in only her bra and panties. Coincidently, in his favorite color, green.
Minutes seemed to drawl into hours as Angel waited. Her heart rattled against her chest, as Angel's mind raced at the possibilities of what Rio was going to do to her. Another a minute or so passed when Angel heard Rio's footsteps coming up the stairs.
He appeared in doorway with two bottles of water in hand. He smoothly entered the room, eyes glued to Angel, he settled on a spot in front of Angel's vanity. Rio sat one of the water bottles down on the table, while he opened the other, taking a quick sip. His were so heated, so blazed as they roamed Angel's body. It felt like invisible hands were rubbing and caressing her all over.
"You look good, mama. All spread out for me. Shit, lingerie in my favorite color too..."
"All for you, baby," Angel cooed.
Rio's lips tipped into small smile. He took another swig of water. He sat the bottle down, putting the cap back on.
"I'm not gonna lie, you hurt my feelings, when you went ghost on me..."
"Rio, baby, I'm sorryâ"
"Sshhh," Rio hushed Angel with a finger to his lips, "All is forgiven, but you got make it up to me. You gonna make it up to me, darlin'?"
Angel nodded.
"Play with that pussy for me."
Angel slowly peeled out of her panties, making a show out of it, she made sure that Rio got a view of her ass. She flung them to the side, returning her previous position. Widening her legs, Angel's fingers found themselves at her core, swiping at the wetness, she began to rub taut circles on her clit.
"Fuck!" Angel whined.
"Damn..." Rio voice trailed, eyes zeroing in Angel's core. He hummed in satisfaction as fingers began to unbutton his flannel. "You, look so fuckin' good. You close?"
"Yesssss, I'm so close! I need you soooo bad," Angel moaned as her fingers continued to rub tight circles on her clit.
"I got you, just keep going. I wanna see my pretty girl cum for me,"
Angel felt the familiar knot in her belly as her orgasm began to build. Her wetness pooled out of her the more her fingers worked her core. She felt her pussy flutter when Rio peeled out his t-shirt, revealing his svelte frame covered in intricate tattoos. Seeing his rich skin practically covered ink, tipped her over the edge.
"Ooooh, shit, I'm cummin',"
"Mhm, let it out for me, mama," Rio egged her on.
Angel shook as her orgasm coursed through her, wetting up her sheets. She laid down on the bed, closing her eyes as she rode out the aftershocks, her skin tingling with pleasure. Quick taps on her thighs, brought her back, she opened her eyes to Rio looming over her.
"On all fours, darlin',"
Angel obliged. She turned and faced her faced her headboard. She adjusted herself, making sure her the arch in her back was damn near perfect. Rio's belt and zipper clinked and clanked as he undressed himself. His hands palmed her ass, the callused pads of his fingers felt good against her skin. Angel mewled loudly, when she felt Rio's soft tongue lick down her slit.
"Christopher!"
"You taste good. Sweet as fuck," Rio groaned. "You ready for me?"
"Yes, baby. Please don't play with it," Angel turned her head to look at him, biting down her lip. She gazed into his stormy eyes, clouded thick with lust. With one hand, Rio's fingers trailed down Angel's spine, pausing for second. Then landed another firm smack on her Angel's ass. "Baby! Be nice,"
"Nah," Rio stated firmly, he deepened Angel's arch. He adjusted himself, inching his dick closer to Angel's entrance, "You still got some makin' up to do,"
With no warning, Rio plunged into Angel, bottoming out completely. Angel's toes curled, at his fullness and the stretch that only he could give her. He circled himself inside her, pulling himself out, then plunging back in. Rio tightened the grip on Angel's hips as began to rock into her. She gushed and clenched around his member, nails clawing at the sheets below them.
"Goddamn," Rio hissed, "I feel you tightin' around me. You close already?"
"Oh my god! Yes, you fuckin' me so good,"
"Yeaaaah, that's right me, only me. Nobody else, right mama?"
"N-nobody else, baby, shit! I love you so much, Christopher,"
Angel felt Rio's hips stutter at her confession. It only served as more motivation for Rio, spurring him on, he pistoned into Angel faster and harder. He reached downwards, grabbing a handful of her coils, yanking her upwards.
"Say it again," He rasped in her ear.
"I-I-I love you, shit,"
"Again,"
"I love you, I love you, I love you, Rio I'm cumming," Angel cried out.
Rio held Angel close, fucking her through her orgasm. Angel shuddered, as she felt her essence drip down her thighs, as Rio continued to thrust into her wildly, kissing and nibbling at her ear lobe. He slowed rhythm of his hips, letting Angel's hair go, placing small kisses down her neck and shoulders.
"You did so good for me," Rio breathed out. He softly patted at Angel's plush thighs, as he slowly pulled out. "Face me,"
Angel shifted around, laying on her back she spread her legs wide. Rio situated himself between Angel's legs. He stroked himself a few times, biting his lip at the small squelching noises he made. In one swift motion, Rio plunged himself back in, fully engulfing himself in Angel's wet pussy.
"Fuckkkkkk," Rio growled. Angel whined in response. At this angle, Rio was hitting her spongy spot way deeper than before, causing waves of pleasure to flood her entire body. "Pussy so fuckin', shit, nena,"
Both her heart and her pussy fluttered, seeing the blissed out look on his gorgeous features. Rio was always so controlled and reserved most of them, so to see him like this, guttural, borderline animalistic, Angel loved it. She began to feel him throb inside of her, he was close.
"Mhmm, I feel you, baby. I want you to cum inside me," Angel cooed as she cradled the back of Rio neck.
"Yeah? You want me cummin', inside you. Careful, now. I might fuck around and give you a baby forreal,"
Angel cupped Rio's face, kissing him deeply. She pulled away, nodding her head in a wordless confirmation. Rio's eyes softened, at the realization. He bucked his hips, in deep, desperate strokes.
"Shit! Angelita, you gonna look so good, belly fully, with our baby, fuck. I love you, Angel," He grunted, as his resolve was wearing down by the second. The midst of his brutal thrust, Angel felt another orgasm hurdle towards the surface. Her walls spasmed around Rio's dick, screaming out as she came. "Just like that, fuck, eres mio, todo mio, baby, shit,"
A few strokes were all it took to send Rio over the edge. He buried himself in Angel's neck as his blasted his cum inside of her. Rio groans were muffled against Angel's skin. He held her closed as he shook from the pleasure, shooting thick, hot ropes of cum inside of her. Angel wrapped her legs around him, she didn't want to miss a single drop.
A calmness fell over them, as the breathed in tandem, hearts following the same rhythm. Rio lifted his head up, resting his chin on Angel's chest. Warms hands rubbed soft circles against her skin. He gazed at her, nothing but love and stardust in them.
"You're gonna be a good mom," He mumbled.
Angel smiled softly, she rubbed at his shoulders. "And you're gonna be a good dad. I love you, Christopher,"
"I love you too, mama. Por siempre y para siempre."
#siribaesfics#rio x reader#rio x blackfem!reader#rio x blackcurvy!reader#rio x black!reader#black fanfiction#poc fanfiction#rio smut#rio good girls fanfiction
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DMC Men on Valentine's Day (SFW/NSFW)
Gender-neutral reader! NSFW is marked before it begins for each <3
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DanteÂ
âDante had never taken Valentine's Day seriously
âBefore he met you there was no real love in his life so the day meant nothing to him
âWith you in his life though, he is determined to make Valentineâs Day the best day of the year
âVery stereotypical setup, he got the flowers, the candy, the floor covered in flower petals, and your shared apartment is fully lit up by candles
âHe is pulling out all of the stops by making you your favorite dinner and treating you to a romantic bubble bath
âHe has never done romantic stuff before and heâs actually really into itÂ
âDante finds decorating and setting everything up to be very fun and keeps imagining your reaction when you arrive home and see everything
âWhen you do arrive home your reaction is better than he imagined as you wrap your arms around him tightly planting kisses on his lips, nose, and cheeks
âYou were not expecting this and are so grateful for the effort he put inÂ
âFirst, he helps you take off your coat, takes your bags from you, and then leads you to the dining table where the food is set up
âThe meal is delicious and you can taste the love he put into it, he tells you how he had a small mishap while cooking and you both laugh and talk for hours
* NSFW FROM HERE IF YOUâRE UNDER 18 LOOK AWAY *
âAfter dessert, Dante leads you into the bathroom where he has a bath ready for the two of youÂ
âHe stands behind you planting kisses on your neck and down your shoulders slowly taking off your clothes
âOnce you are down to just your underwear you start to undress him starting by taking off his shirt, kissing all over his chest, and running your hands over his abs
âYou drop to your knees as he reaches down to undo his belt, eagerly you pull down his jeans and boxers and are met with his semi-hard length
âTaking your hand around it you spit onto his tip and spread it over the head of his cock beginning to stroke him
ââGod, I love the way you do that, Babyâ Dante groans as he looks down to meet your eyes
âYou lock eyes with him as you take him into your mouth swirling your tongue his tip still using your hand to stroke him
âTaking his cock further into your mouth prompts Dante to place his hand on the back of your head gently pushing you to take him deeper down your throat, âJust like that, youâre doing so well for meâÂ
âYou bob your head using your free hand to brace yourself until he stops you brings you up to standing and pulls you into a kiss
ââYou are so good to me, but today is about you,â he says as he takes your hand to lead you into the tub
âDante spends the night exploring your body and making sure you are satisfied before finally lying down in your shared bedroom where he has put several dozens of flower bouquets aroundÂ
âHe holds you against his chest drawing patterns on your back as he whispers about his love for you until you fall asleepÂ
Vergil
âThis man loves you more than you will ever knowÂ
âHowever, he is clueless when it comes to things like Valentineâs Day
âThis doesn't mean he isn't going to try as he does want to spend this day with you and show you how much you mean to him
âValentineâs with Vergil is simple and meaningfulÂ
âHe plans to make dinner with you playing music while you two work together to prepare the meal
âA song will come on that Vergil specifically made sure was on the playlistÂ
âWhen the first note plays he stops what heâs doing to take your hand and pull you to his chestÂ
âOne hand goes to your waist and the other takes your hand in his as he leads you in a slow danceÂ
âHaving you close to him allows him to shower you with compliments and tell you just how much you mean to him
âHe ends the dance with a kiss on your cheek and you two go back to workÂ
âYou work seamlessly together to set the table and plate the foodÂ
âThe meal is beautiful and the conversation you share is deep and full of love
âAfter you are done eating you go to begin cleaning but Vergil stops you and hands you an envelope telling you he wants you to read it while he takes care of the dishes
âPuzzled you nod and go to the couch to open the letterÂ
âInside is a beautifully written note recounting your relationship from the day he met you until now saying how grateful he is to have you in his life
âYou begin to cry before you can get to the end and by this time he has come to sit beside you wiping away your tears
ââYou are the world to me, the end to my suffering,â he says as he places a kiss on your lips
* NSFW FROM HERE IF YOUâRE UNDER 18 LOOK AWAY *
âYou deepen the kiss running your hand through his hair and gently tugging at his white locks
âVergil groans into your mouth pulling you onto his lap not once taking his lips off of yours
âHe places his hands on your ass gently squeezing as he pulls you into him
âYou begin to roll your hips into his starting to feel him harden underneath you
âBreaking the kiss he leans his head to look at you fully
ââBe good for me and get on your hands and kneesâ he asks guiding you with his hands
âYou happily oblige feeling him take off your pants from behind youÂ
âMaking quick work of your shirt you turn to see Vergil now undressed behind you slowly stroking his cock
âHe pulls out a bottle of your favorite lube and applies a generous amount to his now swollen memberÂ
âPlacing a hand on your hip he guides the tip of his cock to your entrance
ââTake it all for me, Baby,â as he slowly slides into you
âHis thrusts are deep starting slowly
âHe wants you to feel him fully each time he enters you
âGrabbing your hips with both hands he guides you back to fuck yourself on his cock
âYour moans fuel him as he changes the pace to a faster oneÂ
âWhen heâs about to cum he grabs your hair to pull your back against his chestÂ
âAs he finishes he whispers in your ear, âYou are mine and I will never let you goâÂ
Nero
âThis man has all of the right intentions but cannot plan to save his life
âHe had so many ideas of what to do with you on Valentineâs Day, so excited to show you how much he loves and cares for youÂ
âBut he did not check his calendar and now here the two of you are on Valentineâs Day driving to kick some demon ass
âHe thought it was weird that Nico wasnt here to drive but he forgot about it as he was too focused on designing a bouquet of flowers for you in his head
âNero starts up a conversation as he usually does, you seem off but once again he is so preoccupied with what restaurant to make reservations at he figures that heâll ask you about it later
âIt was a small job only taking the two of you about an hour and something falls out of your bag as you were packing things up
âNero picks it up thinking that heâs helping you but he notices that itâs a cutely wrapped box with his name on it
âYou see whatâs in his hand and lock eyes with him unsure of what to say next
âThis is when it clicks, today is Valentineâs Day
âImmediately he begins to apologize attempting to explain what happened and how he lost track of time and promising to make it up to you
âYou stop him and tell him that you arenât angry and tell him to open the box
âHe opens it to find a note stating that you were sorry for forgetting what today was
âYou tell him that you also had plans for today but did not look at the calendar until today, only having time for what is currently in his hands
âHe starts laughing and pulls you into a bear hug, you two hold each other as you laugh over what happened realizing that a day didn't matter, the bond you had was unbreakable and the love you share is stronger than anything life throws at you
* NSFW FROM HERE IF YOUâRE UNDER 18 LOOK AWAY *
âGetting back into the van all of the awkward air is gone and you can now just enjoy each other's companyÂ
âYou look over at him from the passenger seat and start noticing how good Nero looks today
âWhile he rambles on about what take-out food to get for tonight you begin to run your hand over his thigh
âIt takes a minute for him to pick up on what youâre up to but once you begin stroking his cock through his pants he shuts up
âHis grip on the wheel tightens trying to keep focus on the road
ââYou keep this up and we might crash, Sweetheart,â He says aware of how hard he is now
âTaking this as a challenge more than a warning you undo his belt and he lefts his hips to pull his pants down freeing his cock already dripping with precum
âYou undo your seatbelt hoping to take him into your mouth but your plans come to a halt as you feel him abruptly pull over
ââGet in the back now,â Nero says as he puts the van in park and takes the keys out of the ignition
âQuickly you get to the back and undress watching as he does the same
âNero lays you on your back taking one of your legs in his hand and bringing it up to his shoulder
âHe spits into his hand and spreads it over his cock before he lines up with your entrance
âLocking eyes with you he says, âI love you and I never want you to forget that,â as he pushes into you fully
âThe gasp that leaves your lips tells him everything he needs to knowÂ
âFucking you in the back of a car was not what either of you planned on for Valentineâs Day but you know he will more than makeup for it when you get home
Author's note: This is my first NSFW post! I have more detailed posts that I am working on and will be writing longer and more detailed stories both SFW and NSFW for individual characters soon <3<3
#dante x reader#dante#dante sparda#dmc dante#vergil x reader#dmc vergil#vergil sparda#dmc nero#nero#nero x reader#dante devil may cry#dante smut#vergil devil may cry#vergil smut#nero dmc#nero sparda#nero smut#dmc x reader#reqs open
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hey!! i love your fics could you mayhaps a do paige or kate x dancer reader?
| she hold me down like gravity
⢠pairing: paige bueckers x dancer!reader
⢠summary: headcanons about paige with a dancer gf
⢠warnings: none!
kate martin with dancer!reader here!
helps you do your slick backs before basketball games or competitions
You were sat in front of the mirror on a chair that Paige had dragged in there for you to sit on, as she used a boar bristle brush against your hair so it could be in the perfect slick back.
âCan you hand me the hairspray?â she asked. You grabbed the bottle and handed it back to her before feeling the cold mist hit your hair. Paige then let it dry down for a little bit before using the brush to come through it and slick it back.
She then handed the metal can back to you before asking for the tub of gel. You switched the two products with each other, now placing the can back down on the counter as the blonde held the tub of gel in her hands.
Paige then moved so that her body was in front of you instead of behind so that she could gently gel down the front of your hair. She took two fingers into the gel before laying it against your hair. She focused the gel on your hairline to make sure no fly aways would happen. She then went back in with the brush to make sure all your hair was perfect slicked back.
âThank you,â you smiled looking at her through the mirror.
âCourse baby.â
if she knows that youâre gonna be at the studio for a while, paige is 1 million percent joining you
if you have a hiphop routine you just know she is sat and wonât be taking her eyes off you
was so sad when you went to UDA nationals because she couldnât go with but was so happy that yâall made it
âI just miss you,â her voice rang through your phone as you walked around outside at ESPN sports complex. It was really late at night and you had just finished your hip hop routine.
âI miss you too P,â your red lips curved into a smile, even though she couldnât see it. âI think we might make it to semis!â you beamed through the phone.
âYou did. I know it,â she spoke confidently.
You laughed through the phone, âMhm, sure you do.â
reposted the photos you took in front of the ESPN world wide of sports globe on her instagram story
travels to all your competitions and is waiting for you as soon as you get off the stage
makes kayla video all of your halftime performances
âYou looked fire during halftime,â she commented as she held your small white poms in her hands as the two of walked to her car.
âHow did youâdid you seriously make Kayla video again?â you asked turning to look at the blonde beside you, her lips in a grin.
forces you do to do tiktok dances with her because âyouâre a dancerâ so youâll be good at them
actually wouldnât stop bothering you when you got cheoro and kept asking for you to send her videos
made you help her with her cartwheel
goes with you to the studio when she doesnât have practice
going off of that, when sheâs watching you practice your solos, she has her phone out like a proud mom and is video you every second
would drop everything to come watch you dance
âWhatcha doin?â she asked through the phone as she was walking to the cafeteria on campus with the team.
âAbout to go to dance practice in a little bit, how bout you?â
âWell I guess I now gotta go drive this really beautiful girl to dance practice,â she pretended to complain as she said bye to the girls and started walking to your dorm.
gives you flowers after EVERY performance that you had to start telling her to stop because they were taking over your dorm
and as a bonus hereâs the wbb team with the uconn dancers (never seen someone so excited to hold poms)
allieâs corner
i hope this is ok! and again not a dancer! iâm a cheerleader so i kinda based it off that with like nattys and everything
#wnba#paige bueckers#uconn wbb#wnba basketball#uconn huskies#uconn wcbb#uconn vs iowa#uconn lives#uconn womenâs basketball#uconn x reader#uconn anon#paige bueckers angst#paige bueckers fanfiction#paige buckets#paige bueckers x reader#dancer#dance team#hcsiqs
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Hi! Can I request fem reader who is tall, strong basically ideal woman for Bi-Han who is interested in her but instead reader chose Kung Lao cause âhe makes her laugh.â (*^â˝^*)
Jessica Rabbit - Kung Lao x fem!reader x Bi Han
in which you find your Roger Rabbit between two men
a/n: if you make her laugh and giggle, you can make that gyatt clap and jiggle
ship[s]: kung lao x fem!reader x bi han
warning(s): semi-kanon
You laugh at Kung Lao's horribly flat joke as you ate lunch. Midday, perfect breeze, and at a temperature not too hot, it was a good day for lunch outdoors.
While you're laughing wholeheartedly, it's Kenshi who points out the obvious cringe in that joke.
"It wasn't even that funny, he missed the punch line," Kenshi states in his usual deadpan voice.
You shake your head as you keep laughing, and he sighs as Johnny pats his back.
"You seriously don't get women, Ken-doll," Johnny tuts, and Raiden rolls his eyes as he continues to watch his best friend and newfound friend share a laugh.
Kung Lao has been interested in you since you came to the Academy as the final Champion for Liu Kang. You were but an ordinary farmer in the village over, past Fengjian, picking out crops for the upcoming festival. Suddenly, your village was attacked by black-clad ninja-warrior-men-things, and you had run in to join the fight with your limited knowledge.
Of course, like the rest of the champions, Liu Kang revealed himself, explained the circumstances about this "mortal kombat tournament" and the existence of realms. Oh, and how your mentor was the descendant of a former champion.
As you trained, you got to know your other champions better. You were stand-offish first, since many people were taken aback by your height and overall broadness of body. You were right to do so since the monks avoided sparring with you since your height may give an advantage.
The first person to break that ice between you and them was Kung Lao. You learned from Liu Kang that his ego knew no bounds, but you didn't think his ego was afraid of social anxiety. He came up to you like a normal person, treated you as such, and sparred with you that fateful day.
You remained reserved, since you were afraid this was all a joke, but when his friend, Raiden, came along, then Johnny, then Kenshi, you realized it was in good faith.
Since then, you five have grown close, but no one can deny that you were closest to Kung Lao. Despite his inflated personality, he's honest, kind, sensitive, objectively attractive, and personable.
You understood why he and Raiden were friends, and you commended him for not letting his ego get to him despite everyone praising Raiden. You remembered what he said about that topic.
"I trust Raiden as much as he trusts me. He gives me the strength to act like this, because I know he has my back."
That made up a good seventy-five percent of the reason why you liked him. But what about the other twenty-five? Well, that brings us back to the lunch outside the academy.
You wipe your eyes as you give Kung Lao a weak high five, and he smiles brightly before tackling you into the biggest of bear hugs. You can't help but laugh more as he tickles your sides, tears of happiness leaving your eyes.
"Kung Lao, stop that. She'll have cramps later during our spars," Raiden scolds, pinching his ear for him to let go. Kung Lao whines, releasing your reluctantly as you settle down fully.
"Alright, mother. Whatever you say," Kung Lao teases.
"She could've peed too," Johnny points out the (gross) truth. You sigh and shove him playfully, and he's feigning shock that everyone's turned on him.
"Oh come on, I'm funny too!" Johnny pleas, and Kenshi flicks his forehead.
"Vulgarity does not equal hilarity," Kenshi quips.
As you guys finish up, you all take the trash from your lunches back to the canteen room, only to meet Liu Kang and three men in blue, yellow, and gray uniforms. You five recognize them as the grandmaster and his seconds-in-command: Bi Han, Kuai Liang, and Tomas.
All five of you bow, and you lead the introductions. "Greetings to the Lin Kuei."
They nod their heads as a sign of acceptance, and Liu Kang asks you all to rise. "I see your meals are over, I hope everyone enjoyed, yes?"
Everyone nods, and Liu Kang hums in content. "Well, since everyone is present, I will announce our next training plan for the month."
Liu Kang states that because it is the final month before the tournament, he invited the Lin Kuei's leaders to take charge of a more intensive training.
Of course, the final representative would be chosen the week before they left for Outworld, so everyone was getting learning how to defeat different kinds of opponents.
The Lin Kuei would be aiding in representing figures like General Shao, Reiko, Kotal, Sheeva, and other "magically huge" (Johnny's words, not Liu Kang's) opponents.
Not only were the contenders non-human, but possessed qualities and traits only heard of in fairytales.
"Hence," Liu Kang finished. "I have enlisted the help of the Lin Kuei to train you all. I hope you all get along well."
Liu Kang bows and takes his leave, also stating he had prior engagements. So, it left the eight of you in an awkward situation. Rather, awkward silence.
"You've all eaten, yes?" Tomas breaks first. Raiden then answers, and they walk together as everyone else follows suit.
"Thank the elder gods for Raiden and his personability," Kung Lao whispers to you, and you nudge him playfully.
It's Tomas's turn to talk, and he immediately talks to Johnny about his movies. While Tomas doesn't see he's clearly stroking his ego, Johnny keeps rambling about how this experience will make a great movie (if he can make it). Kenshi just rolls his eyes and tells Tomas to ignore him.
The only one left to say anything was Bi Han, the leader of the clan. He pulled back behind everyone to assess the current situation.
He didn't address you nor Kung Lao, and you two kept to yourselves as you talked about other matters. Even so, Bi Han can't help but stare at you.
Your height was the first thing he took into account when looking at you. Your hair suited you as well, long and the color practically glowing under the sun. Your arms were out due to the attire of the training clothes, but they were muscular and well-toned.
And when you smiled at whatever the hell Kung Lao was yapping about, Bi Han can feel his chest hurt a bit. Tight, warm, and burning with... a feeling.
After walking out of the canteen, down the shaded walkways of the training grounds, you all stop at the courtyard where the training dummies are. Bi Han gets in front of everyone and announces the new changes.
"We'll be sparring every day for two hours. Meals will be shortened to thirty minutes instead of the forty-five, and at the end of each week, I will host mini tournaments to see how far each of you has come."
You collectively sigh, Johnny more vocal about the loss of his break time. Kenshi and Raiden are the first to speak-up about their distaste of the changes.
"I don't think all of this is necessary, Grandmaster," Kenshi begins carefully. A vein in Bi Han's forehead is visible as he lays out a punishment already.
"Laps. All of you."
Ah, what lovely training you'll be receiving.
*******
A month passes by and training with the Lin Kuei is actually okay.
Waking early, shorter lunches, longer training, it all benefited when it came to the accuracy and power of landing hits.
Except for you.
"Sloppy," Bi Han sums you up as you're panting and gasping for oxygen. You look at him with an incredulous look.
"Grandmaster, I don't understand?" you ask as you breathe heavily between words.
"We train after your dinner," Bi Han orders you. "Dismissed for the night, except you."
You groan, the sun beating down on you before the shadow of a familiar silhouette falls over you.
"See you at dinner? In a couple?" Kung Lao asks as he helps you up.
"Of course, I have yet to hear those jokes you made up," you giggle.
Kung Lao is doing his best to keep his shyness to a minimum, but it's hard when his hand is touching yours as he lifts you. It's difficult when his hand fits so well on your lower back.
It's impossible when his heart is beating through his ears, and three of his friends are staring bullets into the back of his head.
Kung Lao walks with the other boys, looking back at you one last time before you're left alone with the beast.
Bi Han tries not to come off like an asshole, he's actually way more chill than this. With the weight of the tournament, plus his need to do something for the clan, he can't help it.
Besides, sparring takes his mind off of things.
You deal with it surprisingly well, and Bi Han doesn't know if he feels bad for his methods of keeping you around or proud of how well you deal with stress.
Bi Han has had a crush on you the minute he saw you and Kung Lao together. He wasn't rude enough to interrupt the conversation, but he wanted more of you.
Over the course of his and his brother's stay, he held you back purposely to talk to you. Invited you to eat with him and his brothers, hell, he even sparred one on one with you.
He usually reserves that last aspect for people closest to him.
However, despite Bi Han's darndest efforts, you could not feel anything towards the man.
He was enjoyable to talk to, his brothers were equally matched in that aspect too. He was kind and considerate to you after the fact he was a strict instructor.
But something was... missing. He's as stiff as a board, a little too rough around the edges for you.
But Bi Han didn't know that, and since the training is coming to an end, Bi Han decided to really step up his game and confess to you. Something he talked to his siblings about.
While Tomas was more than supportive, Kuai Liang was a bit more reserved with his opinions.
"Brother, I don't wish to look at yourself differently, but she might be looking at someone else completely," he said to him as they were cleaning up one day.
"If you have nothing better to tell me, make yourself useful with Tomas," Bi Han gruffed.
He kept that in his mind, though, and now that you were here, just the two of you, in the warm afternoon and setting sun of the academy, there was no turning back.
"So, Grandmaster, what about me is sloppy this time?" you ask, settled down and finally having gathered enough air.
Bi Han places a dummy in front of you, then another one next to it.
"Your knees lock too early when you kick," he point to the torso of the dummy. "Strike here."
You give a good sidekick, but it's caught early. The grip he has on your shin is surprisingly soft as he points out the flaws.
As you two talk, you don't realize that Kung Lao has the perfect view of you two. He's slurping his congee and hard-boiled egg, glaring at the sight of Bi Han holding your leg like that.
"If you stare any longer, she'll die to a gunshot wound on her head," Johnny teases.
Kenshi flicks his forehead, scolding him about his senselessness. Raiden, though, looks at him with more concern.
"What has you so concerned?" Raiden asks. "Do you believe that she actually will choose the Grandmaster over you?"
Kung Lao freezes, his eyes widening a bit at the thought. You and Bi Han, a couple. Deadly, beautiful, a perfect match for each other.
Still, Kung Lao recovers, "What's there to worry about? I'm the greatest catch on the market!"
Raiden's hand is on Kung Lao's shoulder, and he stares into his eyes to try and fish out what's really eating at him.
"Kung Lao..." Raiden calls his name softly.
For once, Kung Lao sighs and admits defeat. He takes his hat off, dropping it next to him as his head meets the table with a harsh thud.
"I just... She is such a catch!" Kung Lao admits with a red face. "She has been with the Grandmaster after every meal, and for hours on end..."
Johnny and Kenshi stop bickering finally, hearing the dilemma their dear friend is in.
"And she and Grandmaster Bi Han would look great together..."
It's true that perhaps you and Bi Han would make a great couple, but Kung Lao underestimated himself greatly in the part of him that made him... well, Kung Lao.
Bi Han couldn't make you laugh as hard as Kung Lao did. Often times, his jokes fell incredibly flat, or the punchline was missed, or his tone was just off.
This was unknown to Kung Lao, though, so he sits with his friends as he continues to ramble.
"Just, stop.." Kenshi halts his incessant yapping. "You're going to have to tell her. You can't keep this a secret forever."
Johnny burps before adding on, "Especially with the tournament so soon, who knows when we'll have time like this again."
Kung Lao groans heavily, throwing his head back and scratching his head roughly with thoughts on how he'd do so.
What he doesn't realize is that you're in front of him. Freshly showered, clothes somewhat sticking to your body, and the most damning thing that makes him realize he's too late.
A bouquet. Beautifully assorted flowers are wrapped in paper and tied at the stems in an arrangement that screamed "money money money". You were smiling at him as he looked at you from his point of view, head parallel to yours.
"What'cha thinkin' about, Lao?" you ask.
Kung Lao doesn't hear a thing as his heart beats erratically. Harsh, angry, frustrated, he stands up abruptly to leave dinner.
With his food still unfinished.
Knowing something is wrong, you place the flowers in Raiden's arms and rush after him, not even bothering to say anything to the other men. He may be tall and fast, but your strides were longer and you peak over him a bit in height.
You catch up to him with ease, grabbing his wrist and forcing him to face you (isn't this supposed to be the other way around?)
"Lao, you left your food... you never do that," you inform him, and his looks away with gritted teeth and a scowl.
"Leave me, I am not hungry anymore," Kung Lao lies.
You scoff, "Kung Lao, be real with me." You let go of his wrist, your eyes trying to find his as he obviously darts away.
"The flowers," he breaks. "Where did you get them."
It's not a question when he "asks" you. He's pissed, clearly disappointed too.
"The Grandmaster," you answer truthfully. "He gave them to me as a gift."
"Why."
"He confessed to me."
Kung Lao turns away to walk, "Congratulations. I wish you two-"
"I rejected him," you interrupt him.
He turns back to you, his eyes practically spilling out of his eye-sockets as he waves his hand in a motion that says "continue".
"He told me that he had intentions of courting me, but I rejected him," you explain as you begin walking back to the canteen. He follows you, listening in disbelief.
"Why would you reject such an offer? He is the perfect suitor!" Kung Lao praises, dropping his egotistical façade. You shake your head, a bit pink on your neck and ears as you tell him the truth.
"He doesn't, well- he can't make me laugh."
Kung Lao is slack-jawed, shocked at such a trivial personality point that tipped Bi Han out of your favor. Taking this opportunity, you take his hands and slip your fingers in his.
"And besides, you're my favorite clown among everyone here," you admit shyly. Kung Lao is beet-red now, stuttering like a failing engine as he tries to sell himself short. You stop him, though.
"No matter what anyone says, you are you. This version of you is the one I want," Kung Lao is silent as you keep going. "You're not a Raiden copy, 'Thunderland', or anything else."
Kung Lao's heart actually skips a beat, and he taps his chest to try and get it back in rhythm. You giggle and kiss his cheek.
"This is what I mean by clown. You're always making me smile, no matter what."
Kung Lao forgets about his food, and you ignore your stomach as you both go on a moonlit walk on the training grounds.
Just the two of you, the pleasant sound of your laughs ringing in the air as Kung Lao keeps firing joke after joke.
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"seriously, what do you see in that guy?", "he makes me laugh."
never settle for less, Jessica Rabbit loves a man who makes her giggle
see y'all in the next fic!
#mortal kombat#mk1#mk1 2023#bi han#sub zero#x reader#kung lao#kung lao x you#kung lao x reader#bi han x you#bi han x reader
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Pretty Privilege (and its complicationsâŚ)
âŤ: California Gurls, Katy Perry // Icky, Kard
âYou love your boyfriend more than anything; so much so that you decide to pay a visit to him while heâs on duty, a perfect excuse to gawk at his perfect form and charming self. Unbeknownst to you (like always) the act only causes Taehyun to stress, forced to watch you attract attention like a magnet and have people flirt with you left and rightâ even your understanding boyfriend has his limits, you know.â
lifeguard!Taehyun x fem!reader
Genre: established relationship, beach au, fluff, smut
Word count: 9.6K
warnings: bimbo/ditzy/feminine mc, mc is called a queencard bc idk, mc gets horny every three seconds, mc has nipple peircings and insane pretty privilege, (I have nothing to say for myself.) everyone in this damn beach wants her, she gets hit on by both men and women. alcohol consumption, (no one gets drunk) use of pet names (baby, my girl etc.)Â and the words boyfriend/girlfriend, lowkey public indecency.. teasing, possessiveness, a little jealousy.Â
smut warnings: dom!taehyun, sub!mc semi-public sex, marking, thigh riding, degrading, possessiveness (again!), rough sex, biting, breast play, grinding, oral (f. rec) multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, strength kink, tae picks the mc up, praise, dacryphilia, creampie (lemme know if I should add anything!)
Notes: alternate title: my strange addiction (kang taehyun) this fic is nawt meant to be taken seriously!! (I blacked out halfway through writing and editing this) Can you tell that I have tropes that just have a deathly chokehold on me? EmbarrassingâŚ
Kang Taehyun feels his heart stop the moment he sees your car pull up.Â
A peaceful, thirty-minute break quickly turns into a meditation session the moment he sees your hot pink Porsche convertible pull up, straight from a Barbie movie as the fuzzy dice that hang from the mirror bounce aroundâ even from the top of the hill where the parking lot is at, heâs still able to spot you with eerie ease.
Youâre as energetic and bubbly as ever as you exit the car, laughing with your friends as you fail to notice Taehyunâs heated stare; your friends however, are much quicker to catch him, sharing knowing looks amongst themselves and laughing softly.Â
His face feels hot as he quickly looks back down, his gaze downcast as he goes to scroll on his phone as a distractionâ like instinct, he opens Instagram, your newest story popping up on his feed as he finds himself gulping nervously.Â
Beach day!! >v< the picture is captioned, your bright smile practically blinding as you pose with your friendsâ you practically steal the spotlight with ease however, especially when youâre wearing a pink halter top with a Hawaiian flower pattern that exposes your breasts perfectly, the dip allowing your gold necklaces to rest in between.Â
God, Taehyun sighs, running a hand through his hair as he hears your bubbly laugh from a distance, itâs so difficult having such a hot girlfriend.
A hot girlfriend whoâs practically an influencer, he adds, counting down the minutes before he has to go back on duty as he remembers how successful your social media page has become. You didnât mean to do it on purposeâ you simply wanted to document your life and style like any other person wouldâ but it seems as though you attracted much more attention than you anticipated.
A few hundred thousand followers and plenty of sponsorships later, however, you quickly found yourself titled a true âqueencardââ not that you wanted to be, anyway.Â
You took your newfound âfameâ with a grain of salt however, living your life as normal and continuing to document your lavish and busy lifestyleâ in turn, Taehyun asked you to keep your relationship on the more private side.Â
It wasnât that Taehyun didnât want to be seen with you; if anything, he adored showing you off, enjoying the way no one could take their eyes off you whenever you entered a roomâ off his girlfriend. He was very vocal about the love and pride he held for you, but he also preferred to keep his life away from the media. And like the angel you are, you accepted his wishes without any hesitation.Â
Like Taehyun, you absolutely adored your partner; you were quite obsessed with him, honestly. If heâd let you, youâd fill your feed with him, your camera roll that was already filled with pictures of him begging to be posted as your mind told you that he could be an influencer as wellâ because who were you kidding, heâs so smoking hot.Â
âGirl, you need to stop staring before you start drooling,â Chaewon says, helping Wonyoung unload the bags from the car as they begin to laugh and tease you. You simply whine at her comment, biting your lip before you force yourself to look away; how could someone look so attractive by just scrolling on their phone?
âI canât help it,â you cry, taking a beach bag from Wonyoung in order to help, âheâs just sooo hot!âÂ
âAnd you let us know every time,â Wonyoung laughs, nudging your side as she gestures toward the beach before her, âdonât you at least wanna get closer?âÂ
Like an eager puppy, you nod, getting a head start as you walk down the steep path towards the beach; you can hear your friends yelling at you to be careful, but all you can currently think about is Taehyunâ Taehyun and his rippling muscles, Taehyun and his tan skin thatâll be left exposed to the hot sun, Taehyun and his chain that you love to tug on when heâs on top of youâŚ
Oh my god, you realize with dread, your thighs rubbing together as you stop to wait for your friends, Iâm so horny right now.Â
The curse of having such a hot boyfriendâ you literally got soaking wet from the very thought of him.Â
The last thing you would do is have your friends realize, however, much too embarrassed to let them in on your more intimate thoughts as you scan the beach, looking past the groups of people for a good spot to settle down; lucky for you, you find a spot between the lifeguard tower and a concessions stand.Â
âHere here here!â You yell, running towards the spot without hesitation as your friends are forced to keep up; you ignore the feeling of the sand slipping into your sandal pumps, much more distracted by the fact that youâll be able to see your boyfriend on duty.Â
Taehyun, ever the innocent victim of your antics, remains clueless as to where youâre setting up at the moment; he sits at the tables on the other side of the concession stand, still scrolling through his phone as he counts down the minutes before heâs on duty once moreâ sighing, he looks up from his device, his eyes scanning the hill before him as he inevitably finds your carâ he canât help but frown once he sees that youâre no longer there.Â
Where could you have run off to, he wonders, walking over to the headquarters in order to go back on rotationâ heâs unable to stop thinking about you, already dreading how much of a distraction youâll be to him as he makes his way over to his platformâ only to stop, his breath stuttering as he sees the very sight heâs been dreading. (See: fantasizing.)
Youâre wearing that same denim mini-skirt that always drives Taehyun crazyâ actually, youâre not even wearing it anymore, his teeth sinking into his lip as he watches you strip innocently. The bikini bottom you wear matches your top, the same pink with the Hawaiian flower pattern; the shameful excuse of a bottom barely covers you, yet you donât really seem to notice as you tie a sheer beach skirt around your hips.Â
Dangerously, you pull your shirt over your head; and if Taehyun wasnât flustered enough by your bottoms, the matching top definitely did the trickâ how it barely managed to cover you almost impressed Taehyun, his mouth drying as he took note of the way you tied all the strings into cute little bows, adorning your hips and back as your friends complimented you over the cute setâ puffing your chest out proudly, Taehyun swore he almost fell to his knees as he took note of the piercings that poked through the thin fabric.Â
Oh god. Heâs screwed.Â
You and your friends are quick to set everything up; youâre eager to lay back against the towel as Wonyoung runs to the ocean, yelling at the two of you to go with her as she laughs with joy.Â
âNo thanks, Iâll stay here,â you say, getting comfortable as you stretch under the sun, the warmth making you smile as you reassure Chaewon, âActually, I think the place over there has a mini barâ I might go get a drink.â
With one last goodbye and a yell along the lines of get me one, Iâll meet you there! Chaewon leaves, sand kicking up behind her as she begins to chase after Wonyoung; the two look beyond happy as they enter the water, the sight endearing as you finally get up.Â
Unbeknownst to you, Taehyun watches like a hawk; he couldnât get his eyes off you even if he wanted to, the sway of your hips and the shining sun on your skin much too enticing as he watches you leave, bitterly taking note of the way the men nearby begin to drool over you.Â
Taehyun isnât an insecure personâ heâs far from it, and he knows damn well that youâd choose him over any other man on this beach. But heâs also tempted to run after you, to claim you as his and show everyone just how much you like himâ but he remains professional, feeling his ears turn red as he snaps out of his lewd fantasies.
You havenât even talked to him, but heâs already feeling desperate for you.Â
Being a lifeguard has its perksâ todayâs perk comes in the form of his tall seat, being able to get a good look at the whole beach, and you. More specifically, the way you cutely lean against the counter of the bar, pouting like always as you take a second to stare at the menu.Â
âSoâŚâ you trail off, pursuing your lips before youâre smacking your lips, tapping your ID rhythmically against the wood as you feel the worker staring at you intently, âIâll just have two margaritas. And a water. Please?âÂ
The worker before you is bright and quick to work as he nods, stumbling over his feet for a second before heâs making you your drink; you donât think youâve ever seen someone work so fast as he hands you your order, sliding over an ice cold water bottle as well.
âThank you! How much do I owe you?â You exclaim, placing your purse over the counter as you begin to dig for your wallet; only for him to interrupt you, stuttering out a quiet Oh, wait, as you look up at him with innocent doe eyes, waiting for him to continue.
âItâs on the house,â he smiles, watching as you can only let your jaw drop at his words; unsure of what to do, you glance back at your order, left speechless as you take a second, only to look back up at the worker in surprise.
âReally?â You ask breathily, tilting your head as you lean in closer to read their name tagâ Jay simply nods, smiling sweetly as they reassure you that you donât need to pay, âOh, youâre so sweet!âÂ
Youâre laughing at the way Jay turns slightly red, surprised at his kind act as you ask one last time if itâs really okayâ he reassures you once more, opening his mouth to say something before another customer is approaching, taking his attention as he reluctantly leaves your side.Â
Taking a sip of your drink, you canât help but feel the smile stuck on your face as Chaewon finally appears to join you; sheâs soaking wet as she stands with you under the shade of the bar, thanking you with a cute smile as she takes the margarita you hand her.Â
âHow much? Iâll pay you back,â Chaewon says, gesturing at the drink before her as you simply shake your head in response.Â
âNo need. It was free!â You say, giggling at the way Chaewon looks at you incredulously.
âFree?â She echoes, watching as you only nod eagerly in response, âhow?âÂ
âDunno,â you say, licking at the rim thatâs dusted with sugar, âthat Jay guy was just really sweet!âÂ
âOr attracted to you,â Chaewon muses, nudging you playfully as she gives you a mischievous grinâ she laughs as you shake your head defensively, painfully unaware of your pretty privilege as you fail to notice the way Jay glances back at you, clearly hoping to talk to you again.
âI got this for Wonyoung,â you say, gesturing to the cold water bottle thatâs currently dripping over the counter, âgonna go give it to her, wanna come with?âÂ
Chaewon shakes her head, gesturing to her unfinished drink as she tells you to go ahead; watching you go ahead, she waits for you to get out of earshot, turning to the employee before sheâs narrowing her eyes at him.
âCan I get a water please?âÂ
Without another glance, Jay nodsâ âThatâll be one-fifty.â
Barking out a laugh, Chaewon grins, proving her theory right as she watches Jay turn red from the realization that she caught onâ being friends with you proved to come with more benefits than she realized, she thinks, biting back another smile as she goes to drink her margarita. Turning around, she watches you fondlyâ and more specifically, the way you begin to walk past the volleyball game thatâs going on, making your way back to your setup as the men playing begin to take notice of you.Â
âHey baby,â a man calls out, drawing your attention as you simply hum politely in response, âWhy donât you come play with us?âÂ
You can only muster out a soft laugh at that, shaking your head as you ignore the way your body begins to heat up from all the attention; shyly, you refuse their offer, unsure of what to say as you feel their eyes taking you in slowly.Â
âOh, Iâm not that good,â you say, shaking off their amused laughs as you hold Wonyoungâs water bottle close to you, feeling the perspiration drip onto your forearm, âI probably wouldnât be very useful on your team.âÂ
Your response is genuine; you know youâre not good at volleyball after countless failed attempts to learn, much more content sitting on the sidelines and watching your perfect boyfriend absolutely dominate during his gamesâ the thought is enough to have you fighting back a fond smile, brought back to reality by the way the man talking to you takes a step closer to you.
â âs okay, I can teach you,â the man grins, spinning the volleyball expertly in his hands as his teammates nod in agreement. Youâre unsure of how to refuse them now, but a sudden sharp whistle is taking all of your attention as your head whips to the source of the sound.Â
You practically feel like an overexcited puppy as you spot Taehyun, on duty and scolding a group of teenagers for who-knows-what. Without another thought, you run over to him, leaving the group of men who can only call for you to waitâ their words fall deaf on your ears as you feel your heart beating faster, calling out his name and watching as he finally spots you running over to him.Â
âHyun!â You say, waving cutely as you watch him smile fondly at youâ you think your heart could burst as you practically jump into his arms, feeling him stumble back from the impact as you throw your arms around his neck fondly.Â
âTaehyun!! Baby, hi!!â You say, bouncing on your feet as you pull away to pepper kisses on his cheek; all he can do is laugh as he falls victim to you, muttering a soft âokay, okayâ as he pats your back fondly.Â
âBaby, baby, Iâm still working,â Taehyun reminds you, watching you pull away with a small oh right, that tumbles from your lips. His hands are still on your waist as his fingers trace over the fabric of your beach skirt, and you canât help the way you burst into giggles as you take him in.Â
âWhat, whatâre you laughing at?â He asks, brows raising as he tilts his head curiously; you can only shake your head, wiping the bottom of your lip as you attempt to calm down.Â
âMy lip gloss is all over you,â you say, watching as he simply laughs at your comment, his dimple on display as he reaches up to rub at his cheekâ it barely works, but he doesnât seem to mind much as he finally lets go of you.
âDid you get yourself a drink, pretty?â He says, nodding his head at the water bottle you hold in your hands; you nod, smiling happily as you recount the events that happened in your head.Â
âYeah, the worker there is super sweet,â you gush, glancing back at where you see Chaewon still leaning against the counter, waving at you happily as youâre quick to return the gesture, âhe gave me my drinks for free.â
âDid he now?â Taehyun asks, raising a brow at you as he watches you nod innocently. Glancing back at the shop, he sees Jay, who can only avert his eyes and hide from his sight. Looking back at you, his gaze softens as he takes in the way you practically glow under the sun, âthatâs very nice of him.âÂ
Taehyun wishes nothing more than to be able to go back off duty and enjoy his time with you; instead, he needs to wait another four hours before he can properly show you just how happy he is to see youâ unbeknownst to you of course, much too eager to be outside on such a nice day as you ramble about things with no clear end in sight.Â
âI need to go back to work, baby,â Taehyun sighs, smiling at the way you begin to whine immediately, âI know, I knowâ I wish I wasnât working today either.âÂ
Bringing you in closer, he places a soft kiss on the tip of your nose before heâs taking a step back, the dazed smile you send him enough to have his heart fluttering as he returns it without a thought.
â âm just happy I get to see you.â
His words clearly affect you as you attempt to stutter a response, hitting him with a whine the moment he tries to laugh at you fondlyâ you can tell heâs reluctant to leave, but the same group of teenagers as before seem to be causing a ruckus once more as he sighs, bidding you goodbye before heâs off.Â
You can only stand and stare with dismay, pouting as you watch him turn his back to youâ his toned, broad back, with a waist so small youâd do anything to wrap your arms around itâ or even better, your legsâŚ
You groan as the same dangerous train of thought begins to hit you, your eyes squeezing shut as you force yourself to turn aroundâ to walk straight to where Wonyoung lays without glancing back at your boyfriend, the task much harder than youâd think as you hear his sharp voice scolding the group of teenagers.
He sounds so hot, you think to yourself, wanting nothing more than to run away with your man and have him fuck you stupid behind the concession stand, oh my god, I want him so bad.Â
âWow, this thing is freezing,â Wonyoung says, taking the water bottle from your hands gratefully. Watching as you slump down next to her, Wonyoung pauses, trying to guess what might be wrong before she follows your line of sight.
âAh,â she mutters, taking a long drink from her water before she sighs, âAre you sad you canât talk to your boyfriend?â
âHeâs being professionalll,â you groan, throwing a hand over your eyes as you lay back, the pout forming on your face second nature at this point, âI just wish heâd stay over here!âÂ
âItâd be a danger to the public if he just stopped doing his job,â Wonyoung reasons, watching the way you reluctantly agree with her, âplus, it was your idea to visit while he was on duty.â
âI didnât think heâd look so fucking hot!â You admit, crossing your arms over your chest in defeat as Wonyoung simply laughs in amusement. Opening your eyes, youâre surprised to find Chaewon looming over you, a smile on her face as she takes her seat on her towel beside you.Â
âYou always think he looks hot. Also, the bartender over there totally wants you.â Chaewon pipes up, calling Wonyoungs name as she gestures to the water bottle in her hands before gesturing back to the mini-bar.
âDonât tell me,â Wonyoung says, staring down at the item in her hand as Chaewon nods in confirmation, âwow, thatâs pretty impressive.â
âItâs nothing, he was just being nice!â You refute, ever an airhead and your friends simply shake their heads in response, âItâs true!âÂ
âHe didnât bother looking back in my direction once you left,â Chaeryeong points out, glaring playfully at Wonyoung who laughs at her comment, ânot to mention, those guys playing volleyball were literally drooling over you.â
âWait, I saw thatâ I was kind of scared for a second,â Wonyoung admits, Chaewon nodding along as she confesses that she was about to jump in when you finally managed to escape, âyouâre so lucky you managed to leave before things got weird.â
To be honest, you stopped listening around that last partâ well, itâs not like you werenât listening, itâs more like you werenât really contributing to the conversation as you take notice of Taehyun, more specifically the way heâs playing with a child around the shallow end of the ocean, watching as he manages to make the child laugh, his eyes bright and fond as he takes good care of the toddler.
The sight practically has you melting, and youâre forced to bite your lip to suppress your smileâ but then again, youâve never really been good at hiding thingsâ especially with the way you find your friends looking in the direction you are, the two of them sporting knowing smiles as they exchange a look.Â
âOh girl,â Wonyoung sighs, going to lay on her back as she puts on her sunglasses, âyouâre drooling again.âÂ
Shit, you totally were.Â
-âĄ-
The next three and a half hours pass by painfully slowlyâ for Taehyun, at least.Â
It seems that youâre finally able to take your eyes off him after a period of adjustment, and heâs able to watch from his post as you enjoy yourself in the ocean, splashing around with your friends as the three of you have fun and remain carefree.
Carefree is probably one of the last words Taehyun would use to describe himself at the momentâ it was a given that being a lifeguard was unpredictable and difficult, but being on duty while having his hot girlfriend that attracted attention like a magnet there with him was next-level.Â
He couldnât even begin to count the number of times someone managed to hit on you in the past hourâ from what he saw, at leastâ it was ridiculous, really, even more so because you were never able to pick up on it. Ever.Â
Taehyun couldnât take his eyes off you for one second without a new person approaching you; he chalks it up to both your beauty and the fact that youâre one of the most approachable people Taehyun has ever met.
Heâs never been happier to own sunglasses than todayâ or else you definitely wouldâve caught him watching carefully as a random woman your age offered to put sunscreen on you, your friends back in the ocean as you opted to take a moment to rest under the sun instead.Â
âYour swimsuit is so cute,â she told you, her voice filled with a flirty lilt as it managed to travel to Taehyunâs ears; you had been as clueless as ever, holding your top up with your hands as you allowed her to untie your string and lotion your backâ he tried to give this random stranger the benefit of the doubt, but it was really difficult to with the way she massaged you gently and leaned over to speak into your ear.Â
âAre you single?â The implications of her words barely registered in your head before thoughts of Taehyun were overpowering your brain, a smile involuntarily tugging at your lips as you tried to hold back your giddy giggles in order to answer.Â
âSheâs not.â
You could feel the womanâs hands still on your shoulder as the two of you looked up, your smile only widening as your eyes met Taehyunâsâ at least you think, he was currently wearing sunglasses. (Which he looked really hot in, of course. You think you wouldâve jumped on him by now if it werenât for the risk of you flashing the entire beach.)
âOh, Iâm sorry,â the woman behind you said, laughing nervously as she quickly went to stand; you couldnât help but be confused by the way she hurriedly said goodbye to you, but all your questions were answered once you turned around to meet Taehyunâs irritated face, his brows pulled together in a frown as he let out a soft tsk.Â
âHyun, are you jealous?â The question is enough to have him snap out of his daze, blinking wildly behind his shades before heâs pushing them up and onto his head, pushing his wet hair back and exposing his forehead as he did; looking down at you, he canât help but soften at the sight of you and your cute wide eyes, letting out a soft chuckle before heâs patting your head fondly.Â
âNo, Iâm not.âÂ
You watch as he settles down behind you, taking the previous womanâs spot as he murmurs for you to turn around. Youâre facing forward once more, taking in the pretty sight of the beach as you shift on your knees, sitting back on your legs as you wait for him to do something.Â
âYou looked pretty jealous,â you muse, looking down to watch as he takes the sunscreen bottle that was left at your side; the smell of the lotion fills your senses once more as you hear him open it, squeezing some on his palm as the sound of his airy laugh reaches your ears.Â
âWell, itâs not exactly nice to watch another person feeling up my girl,â he reasons, watching as you straighten up at his comment, âwhy didnât you ask your friends for help baby?âÂ
âMmmh, theyâre busy and she offered to help,â you confess, shivering at the feeling of the cold lotion against your shoulders, âand she was not feeling me up.âÂ
Unbeknownst to you, Taehyun canât help but feel frustrated at your commentâ your naivety made it difficult to make a point sometimes, and this was one of those moments as he was unable to stop the deep sigh that escaped him.Â
âShe wasnât?â He asks, and you canât help but gasp as you feel his touch become further; fingers digging into your flesh, massaging your shoulders tenderly as he leans in close to whisper into your ear, his hands roaming your body so slowly you think you might melt, âso what do you feel now that Iâm doing it?âÂ
Horny.Â
âI⌠I feel like Iâm in the wrong,â you admit, stuttering softly as he begins to come back up to your shoulders, his dainty hands going past your collarbones and down your arms; slowly, he makes his way down, leaning forward as he does so until heâs pressed firmly against your backâ his firm chest against your back, his hands reaching for your own as he interlocks his fingers with yours.Â
You can feel his hair tickle against your neck as he presses a slow kiss against the back of your shoulder, biting your lip as you fight back the desperate whine that threatens to escape from you.Â
âGlad you realize,â he laughs softly, letting go of you and sitting back as he takes a moment to inspect the beach; you canât help the sadness that fills you as he begins to stand, only to pause as he notices your dejected state.
âDo you need any more help?â He asks slowly, watching as you nod happily before youâre laying down across the towel; he thinks he might lose his job as you look back at him, batting your eyes prettily as you send him a coy smile.
âDo the rest for me?âÂ
Taehyun hesitates. On one hand, it wasnât very professional of him to lotion up his incredibly gorgeous girlfriend while on dutyâ not that the public was aware of the fact that you two were together, anywayâ but on the other handâŚ
âHow could I say no to you,â Taehyun sighs, kneeling at your side and taking the lotion bottle from you as he decides fuck itâ he has half an hour left anyway.Â
Your skin is warm to the touch; both of you are sighing in contentment the moment his hands meet your skin, massaging the lotion into the rest of your back as he tries to remain as professional as possible.Â
You, on the other hand, are not doing that great.Â
If thereâs one thing that tests your self-control more than anything, itâs Taehyunâ especially Taehyun that has his hands all over you, his touch firm and soothing as he begins to massage the back of your thighsâ if he sees you squeeze them together, he doesnât bother to let on, your mind fogging with horrible and lewd thoughts that would have your boyfriend red and flustered within seconds.Â
The last of your resolve crumbles the moment his fingers ghost over your waist; dipping under the skimpy string of your bikini bottom, reaching toward the back before he begins to cop a feelâ you can feel your breathing begin to pick up as heâs moving up, tickling against your sides before heâs reaching past your top; fingers massaging against the sides of your breasts, cupping what he can before heâs squeezing coyly. Flustered, you bury your head into your arms, listening to the way he laughs teasingly, his hands drifting away just as quickly as they appeared before heâs going to ask you if youâre alright teasingly.Â
âI need you,â You whine, the words muffled against your arms as you dig your head deeper into your arms.
âHmm?âÂ
This seems to be your last straw; sitting up, you scramble to keep your top on as you turn around to face Taehyun, taking him in in all his sun-kissed glory, sure that you look beyond flustered and destroyed by now.Â
âTaehyun, I need you so bad,â you whine out, scooting closer to him as you watch his eyes widen with your unhinged rambling, âIâve been trying to be good this whole time and distract myself, but itâs so fucking hard because Iâve been wet from just looking at youâ Hyun baby, Iâm so hmmfâ!â
Taehyun is impressed by how easily youâre able to fluster himâ heâs sure his ears are completely red as he presses his palm firmly against your mouth, taking in the way you look at him with wide, teary, and fucked out eyes.Â
He takes a deep breath in order to control the dangerous feeling of desire that flows through him.Â
Exhaling deeply, he takes a second to look at the clock posted by the headquartersâ he feels his body relax with relief as he slowly pulls his hand away from you, giving you a warning look before he gestures at the time.
âFifteen minutes,â he says, leaning in and muttering the words in his deep, glorious voice, âcan you be good for me for another fifteen minutes?âÂ
You think you might die if you donât take him right now.Â
âYeah,â you breathe out shakily, watching as Taehyun laughs at your pathetic state.Â
âGood,â he says, standing up and getting ready to leave before another lifeguard realizes heâs been talking to you this whole time, âjust wait for me, baby.âÂ
Youâre a bit dejected as you watch him leave you, back to being his perfect and professional self as he spots abandoned swimming equipment from the rental shop; he can feel your heated gaze on him the entire time, forced to stifle a laugh as he glances back in your direction curiouslyâ youâre shamelessly staring, a pout on your face as you carefully re-tie your top once more.Â
Please, you think to yourself, choosing to lie back against your towel and clear out your thoughts, your eyes fluttering shut as you take a deep breath, please let these next fifteen minutes pass quickly.Â
-âĄ-
Taehyun knows the exact second his fifteen minutes are upâ only because you trot up to him like an excited puppy, your beach skirt flowing in the wind as you wave at him excitedly.
âWill you let me clock out at least?â Taehyun asks, letting out an amused laugh as you immediately attach yourself to his side; you give him a quick nod of your head in response, telling him to lead the way as you refuse to leave him anytime soon.
âMissed you so much,â you say, eyes sparkling as Taehyun can only throw his head back and laugh in bewilderment at your comment, âIâm serious! Itâs hard to keep my hands off you, Hyunnie.â
âDonât worry, I feel the same,â he hums, slowing his steps to place a gentle peck on your cheek, âWait for me? Iâll only be a moment.â
Nodding happily, you tell him youâll go get him a drinkâ you know he could use it, taking in his tired steps as he walks back to headquarters with a sighâ turning around, you spot your friends already at the bar, waving you over as you make your way to them happily.Â
âHeâs finally off?â Chaewon asks, watching as you nod with a bright smile on your face, âthatâs good. You two can spend some time together nowâ especially now that the sun is beginning to set.â
âNot that you werenât already,â Wonyoung teases, watching as you try to defend yourself with useless stutters as she continues to poke fun at you.Â
âIâ can I just get a water?â Giving up on trying to win the argument, you turn back to the same worker from earlier, watching as Jay jumps in surprise the moment your eyes meet his.Â
âOh, of course,â he mutters, placing the ice-cold refreshment before he clears his throat, face turning red as he avoids eye contact with you, âyou donât owe me anything, weâre closing soon and the register is already locked.â Â
Letting out an embarrassed laugh, you canât help but glance at your friends, feeling your face become hot as they send you sly looks; Jay seems to be just as flustered as you, bowing politely before turning around and resuming his closing tasksâ biting your lip, you suppress another laugh, your friends already mouthing things along the lines of I told you so, as you simply push them playfully, looking around to see if Taehyun has come back yet.Â
âThis for me baby?â Taehyunâs hand is warm on your waist as he appears behind you, looking over your shoulder and smiling as you eagerly hand him the water bottle in return.Â
Heâs quick to drink, much thirstier than he realized as he practically begins to gulp it down; he can feel your stare on him the whole time, fighting back a smile as he closes his eyes in an attempt to ignore it.Â
He looks like a model, you think, watching him fondly with hearts in your eyes; the day hasnât looked nicer than it does now, the beach almost empty now that the sun has almost set and the weather growing cooler as the waves crash against the shore, the golden rays of the sun practically leave Taehyun glowing. Playfully, he pushes you away, unable to hold back his laugh any longer as he scolds you to stop staring! You can only laugh sheepishly as you try to deny doing so, but you know heâd never believed you from how clingy youâve been with him all day.Â
âYouâre so sweet Jay,â Taehyun smiles, the said male practically jumping out of his skin at the mention of his name; turning around slowly, he laughs awkwardly, meeting eyes with Taehyun, who snakes an arm around your waist and pulls you closer as he tilts his head teasingly, âfor not charging my girl. I appreciate it.âÂ
âYeah, of course,â Jay stutters, eyes downcast as he feels his face burning from the attention, âfigured it was for you, so I didnât bother ringing it up.âÂ
Taehyun only hums in appreciation at the manâs comment, slightly irritated at the way heâs able to lie through his teeth so easily; turning away from him, he takes the chance to look at you, smiling fondly and leaning in for a chaste kiss that has you melting against him.Â
âGross. Get a room you two,â Chaewon scoffs, covering Wonyoungâs eyes playfully as the two tease you endlessly.Â
âGladly,â Taehyun smiles mischievously, rolling his eyes at the way your friends gag in response, pulling you against him as you steady yourself with a hand on his chest, âmind if I steal her away from you guys for a bit?âÂ
âGo ahead,â Chaewon says, waving the two of you away with ease, âbring her back in one piece, please.âÂ
Iâll try, is all Taehyun says, pulling you along and laughing at the way you eagerly follow along with one last goodbye to your friends, clueless to the way Taehyunâs jaw ticks with annoyance as he pulls you away from your friendsâ and right towards headquarters, making his way to the back of the building, secluded by trees and the hill you came from.
âTae, whatâre we doing hereâ?â Your sentence is briefly cut off with Taehyunâs mouth against yours, the kiss harsh and desperate as you quickly become a mess of spit, moaning weakly against Taehyunâs mouth as he sinks his teeth into your bottom lip.Â
The string of saliva that connects you two as he pulls away has you whining breathily, steadying yourself with two hands placed firmly on his shoulders as you allow him to corner you, walking backward as his firm hold on your hips forces you to be pressed against the wall.Â
âYou drive me so fucking crazy,â he growls in frustration, attaching his lips right under your ear as he begins to suckâ youâre gasping in response, clinging onto him desperately as you already feel your knees become weak. Pulling away from you, his dark gaze meets yours, heated and sharp as he takes in your fucked out state.Â
âDo you have any idea how hard it is to have my pretty girl get flirted with by everyone that lays their eyes on her?â He asks, shifting your hips towards him as he slots his thigh between yours with ease, âto just watch it happen because sheâs too much of an airhead to realize whatâs happening in front of her?âÂ
The whimper that escapes you from his words is downright embarrassing; but itâs enough to have Taehyunâs lips back on yours, eager to keep you quiet as his fingers begin to play with the strings of your bikini.
If thereâs one thing Taehyun is an expert at, itâs pleasing you with every part of his bodyâ which is exactly why heâs able to have you turn into a mess under him in seconds, flexing his thigh and bouncing it as his strong hands force your hips down on him more; heâs controlling your every movement, his grip on you bruising as you wonder if itâll leave a mark on you later.
âYouâre already wet,â Taehyun muses, feeling the way you claw at him uselessly, throwing your head back against the wall as you try to set the pace yourself, only to fail miserably, âbarely took anything and youâre already dripping all over me.â Â
The pleasure becomes overwhelming as Taehyun begins to litter kisses all over you, biting at you softly as he slowly begins to make his way down to your breasts; with a breathy moan, you jut out your chest, the sight making Taehyun let out an airy laugh as his eyes flicker back up to your face to watch your expression carefully.Â
âSuch pretty tits,â Taehyun grins, kissing on top of the fabric as he watches your eyes flutter shut, his eyes flickering back down to the metal that pushes against the thin top, âwhich ones are you wearing today baby?â
âThe ones you got me,â you reply, biting your lip as you open your eyes, clouded with lust as you grind a little harder against Taehyunâs thigh, âthe heart ones.âÂ
His warm mouth against your breast is enough to have you letting out a sigh of contentment; a hand immediately threads itself in his hair as you feel his tongue laving over your nipple through the fabric, tracing the jewelry carefully as you jut your chest out to him in response. His hand comes up to slip itself under the fabric of your swimsuit, grabbing your breast and squeezing teasingly before he begins to circle your other nipple.Â
You feel dizzy, his touch practically everywhere as your eyes flutter shut, trying your best to keep your noises to a minimum as you bite your lipâ but itâs useless, especially with the way heâs practically on you, his warm body on yours as youâre able to feel his erection against you.Â
Whining hopelessly, you let go of his hair, allowing your hand to trail down as you get a good feel of his bodyâ his strong muscles, his abs that flex in anticipation as you begin pawing at his swim shorts.
âPlease please please,â you cry, slipping a hand past the barriers and stroking his dick slowly, your hips picking up the pace as you hear him groan lowly into your ear, âplease fuck me Hyun, I need you so bad and Iâve been waiting so patiently for youâŚâ Â
âHave you?â Taehyun asks, relishing in the way your hand struggles to keep a pace, shivering slightly at the way you tighten your grip on him for a second, âbecause all seen today is the way my little attention whore of a girlfriend canât survive if my eyes arenât on her for a second.â
âDid you have fun seeing the way everyone else drooled over you?â He asks, pulling your hand away from him harshly before heâs stepping in between your legs, hooking one of them around his waist before he begins to grind against you, âdid you like seeing me jealous, sweet thing?â
âI didnât mean to,â you gasp, feeling him prod against your entrance as he unties your beach skirt with deft fingers, the cloth fluttering to the ground as he begins to grind against you harder, âI didnât knowâ!â
âOh, you didnât know?â He mocks, taking pity on you for a second before his gaze is hardening again, âyou never know, dumb little thing.â
Itâs almost shameful how hard your pussy clenches at his words; youâve made a mess of your bottom as Taehyun groans, eyes catching the way youâve left a damp spot already.Â
âGod, you really canât control yourself, hmm?â He asks, cooing at you softly as he takes in the way youâve already begun to tear up. The sound of distant voices has him pausing, and you feel as though youâre afraid to breathe as your wide eyes meet Taehyunâs.
âDid Taehyun leave already?â The voice is immediately recognizable as Taehyun narrows his eyes, listening to Yeonjun, one of the other lifeguards on rotation today, talk to someone else.Â
âYeah⌠he left a few minutes ago,â Jay responds, and you canât help but raise a brow as Taehyun takes a step away from you, about to mouth what are you doing? before heâs sinking to his knees before you, throwing a leg over his shoulder as you can only watch helplessly.
âWith that one girl?â Yeonjun asks, your eyes widening as you glance over in the direction the sound comes from; youâre quickly brought to the man in front of you as he begins to litter kisses all over your inner thigh, biting the skin softly as he murmurs eyes on me. Shakily, you nod, letting out a shaky breath as the conversation from the two filters back to you two once more.
âYeah, you saw her?â Jay saysâ Taehyunâs nimble fingers are undoing the ties of your bottoms with such ease that you canât help but gasp as the fabric slips off, your pussy left for display as your boyfriend takes in how needy you are with a satisfied smile.
Taehyunâs tongue is warm and teasing as he circles it over your clit, letting his spit coat you freely before heâs pressing firm kisses against your budâ you're forced to slap a hand over your mouth as he begins to suck on it, his tongue running over the sensitive bud as you feel your thighs shaking around his head; his hair is wet and ticklish as it touches the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, and youâre forced to concentrate in order to not let an embarrassing sound slip from your lips.
âMan, of course I didâ she was fucking hot,â Yeonjunâs confession is enough to have Taehyun working harder, fingers prodding at your entrance and eagerly stretching you out as you choke back on a moanâ in any other situation, you would be loud enough that Taehyun would have to stop to tease you about it, but the thought of either of them hearing you was much too mortifying as Taehyun began to slowly pump his fingers.
Your body said otherwise, however.
âI saw you give her those drinks for free,â Yeonjun teased, and you listened to the way Jay simply groaned at the reminder; you, on the other hand, were forced to remain quiet, your eyes rolling to the back of your head the moment Taehyun added a third finger, picking up his pace and bringing you closer to your high as you began to rock your hips against his face subconsciously, feeling his tongue beginning to wander as it licked all over your pussyâ curling his fingers, you sighed, feeling the way he flattened his tongue against your clit before he began to pump his fingers once more.Â
âI thought Iâd try to make a move on her or something,â Jay confesses, the embarrassed tone to his voice not lost on you as you feel yourself grow hotâ your hand presses harder against your mouth as you reach down to thread your fingers through Taehyunâs hair, pulling him closer against your pussy as you subtly try to communicate that youâre close; he seems to get the hint as he does his best to keep his ministrations up, your eyes squeezing shut as their conversation continues to flow into your ears.Â
âBut that was before I knew she was his girl,â Jay says, sighing as Yeonjun replies with an incredulous seriously? âYeah, you shouldâve seen the way he looked at me when he caught on, man. I was scared for my life.â
Youâre sure you know how Taehyun was looking at himâ at least, if itâs any resemblance to the way he looks at you now, his eyes filled with pure possessiveness and anger that it has you coming undone in seconds, a weak moan escaping through your hand as you squeeze your eyes shut. Taehyun helps you ride out your orgasm diligently, the lewd sounds of his tongue cleaning you up making you flustered as you cover your face in embarrassment.Â
Heâs sucking teasing marks all over your inner thighs once more before heâs standing back up, prying your fingers apart gently as he whispers for you to look at him; your eyes are needy as you blink up at him, and Taehyun swears youâve never looked more beautiful as you practically glow before him, his eyes darkening at the reminder that youâre all hisâ his coworkers could only dream of getting close to you, let alone having you in the position he does now.Â
âMy pretty girl,â he sighs out, smiling at the way you throw your arms over his shoulders, bringing him in closer until youâre pulling him in for a tender kissâ it doesnât last long however, your breathy whines making Taehyun press against your cunt once more, feeling how much wetter itâs gotten as he begins to kiss you senseless.
âMy girl,â he repeats, pulling away to trail his kisses down to your neck, beginning to suck carelessly as he feels you reach down to pull his cock out, âall mine. Mine.â
His sudden possessiveness is new to you as you can only remain pliant under him, allowing him to do whatever he wants with you as he finally aligns himself at your entrance; biting your lip, you bury your head in the crook of Taehyunâs neck, squeezing your eyes shut as you feel him tease youâ rubbing the head of his cock up and down your slit, feeling the way you clench around nothing as he grinds against you subtlyâ itâs enough to have you digging your nails into him, whining into his ear that you need more as you feel his tip begin to nudge at your clit; you think you might lose it as you feel his precum drip all over your cunt, your hips shifting toward him involuntarily to try and chase the feeling.Â
Your mouth is falling open the moment heâs entering you; stretching you out, sliding in inch by inch as he feels your pussy fluttering around him uncontrollablyâ he can feel the way youâre gasping against his skin, and heâs hooking your leg over his waist once more as he presses you firmly against the wall of the building.Â
Youâre shaking like a leaf against him; whining for more, biting and kissing at his skin absentmindedly as you grind against him, your cunt dripping and sucking him in as the thought of keeping quiet slowly escapes your mind.
Itâs enough to have Taehyun tugging you back, pulling on your hair teasingly before heâs planting his hand firmly over your mouthâ his eyes never leave yours, the conversation of the two men nearby muddled in your ears as Taehyun begins to move.Â
Itâs slow at first, the grind of his hips against yours allowing his cock to hit deep into you, the wet sounds of your cunt around him making you feel slightly shy before the thought is completely thrown out the windowâ you could care less of whatâs happening around you as he begins to thrust roughly against you, your body rocking from the motion and your eyes threatening to flutter shut as you feel his cock hit against your sweet spot; but you refrain from doing so, much more entranced by his gaze as he slowly begins to pick up the pace, the sounds that come from you getting more difficult to muffle as you feel yourself getting overwhelmed by the pleasure.
The reminder that there are two people that could hear you has you looking over to where they stand, feeling your heartbeat pick up from the anxiety as you eye that direction carefullyâ youâre quickly snapped back to reality the moment Taehyun is jerking your head back to him gently, tightening his hold on you as his gaze darkens.
âEyes on me,â he whispers, rolling his hips just the way you like as though to make a point.
Eyes on him. Eyes only on him, you think, struggling to think anything coherent as his hand reaches up to pull your breasts out from your top, the flesh spilling out and beginning to bounce freely from the way Taehyun is fucking youâ the heart jewelry that adorns your nipples shine at him, the sight making your boyfriend let out a weak moan as you feel him twitch inside you.Â
âSo lucky to have you,â Taehyun sighs, reaching over to your other leg as he briefly lets go of your mouthâ not before taking one of your hands and placing it over your mouth, pressing his hand firmly over your own as he gives you a stern lookâ and he hoists you up, leaving you completely at his mercy as he begins to bounce you on his cock, the feeling making you slap your other hand over your mouth as you eyes roll back from the pleasure.
âStupid little airhead, only has eyes for me,â he rambles, laughing quietly to himself before it breaks out into another moanâ heâs practically driving you into the wall behind you as he fucks into you roughly, able to set a much faster pace as he watches your tits bounce in his face lewdly, âgod, so glad to have you all to myselfâ youâre perfect, cute little pussy was made for me.â
You clench down on him at that, feeling as though youâre going crazy from the pleasureâ that, and the way your boyfriend looks, feeling your nails dig into your cheeks as you take in his messy, wet hair, his tan skin and muscles that flex from using his strength on you, and his face thatâs contorted with pleasure as his lips become bruised with how much heâs biting on themâ in an effort to keep himself quiet, he hovers over you, placing his head directly next to yours so he can moan and whisper to you freely.Â
âWanna cum?â He asks, feeling the way youâre beginning to clench uncontrollably; frantically, you nod, tears beginning to pool in your eyes as you look at him with pure desperation in your eyes.
âTell me youâre mine,â he grins, knowing that youâre too fucked to even speak correctly, âmine, and only mine.âÂ
Youâre trying to choke back on your sounds as you wonder if doing that is even possibleâ then he slows down, grinding into you and burying his cock as deep as possible as it begins to kiss your cervixâ coyly, he leans down, his hair tickling your collarbone as he wraps his mouth around your breast; circling your nipple with his tongue lewdly, covering it in his spit and tracing over the heart-piercing before heâs blowing air on itâ youâre shaking from the feeling of him, unsure of how youâll do what he asks without blowing your cover completely.Â
âHyunâŚâ you whine out quietly for him, sniffling as he slows down his pace, almost stilling inside you as he watches fat tears run down your cheeks with cruel eyes, âHyun, Iâm only yoursâ I only want you, no one else, promise I only think of you, love you so muchâŚâ
The way youâre hiccuping from the effort to choke back on your sounds has Taehyun groaning, taking a deep breath in order not to come before heâs pressing his lips firmly against yoursâ then heâs resuming his pace, watching as you quickly quiet yourself as your body bounces from how hard heâs fucking you.Â
Itâs too muchâ youâre falling apart the moment heâs bringing a hand over to circle your clit, supporting you against the wall and holding you up with his other arm as he watches you fall apart, his mouth opening in a silent moan as you tighten around him, pleading breathily for him to cum inside as you do so.Â
âYeah? Want me to fill you up?â He asks, riding out your orgasm as he buries his head into your neck, âhave you dripping with my cum while other people try to flirt with you? Give you a little reminder of who you belong to, fuckâŚâ
With one last harsh thrust, he buries himself deep in you, finally coming undone and filling you up with his hot cum as you moan against your handâ the harsh bite he leaves on the juncture of your neck has you whimpering weakly, hands becoming limp and falling against his chest as he presses the rest of his body against you, holding you up as the two of you pant and try to regain your composure.Â
âYouâre too good to me,â Taehyun finally sighs out, placing soothing kisses over the place he bit you, listening to the way you laugh softly in response. Youâre throwing your arms over his neck as one of them moves to his nape, pulling him away from your neck and bringing him in for a sweet kissâ youâre reluctant to part as you speak, unable to hold back from pecking him between your words as you do so.Â
âYouâre too good for me,â you say, pausing to give him a kiss, irresistible as always as he laughs breathily at your words, âyouâre always putting up with me.âÂ
âNot your fault youâre irresistible,â Taehyun smiles, watching as you grow shy under his comment despite the fact that heâs still bottomed out inside you, âI still love showing you off.â
âI wanna show you off too, you know,â you pout, hitting his chest gently before youâre pausing, biting your lip uncertainly as you tilt your head, âif youâre okay with that.â
Taehyun realizes quickly what youâre referring to, unable to stop the fond laugh that escapes him as he takes a second to think.
âSure. Iâd like that.âÂ
It takes a second of you celebrating cheerfully to finally sober up and ask Taehyun to put you downâ your legs are wobbly as you feel your face grow hot, his cum immediately leaking out of you as you whine in embarrassment for him to not stareâ he can only shake his head in amusement at your antics, helping you clean up with the only thing heâs able to find at the moment.Â
âWait, thatâs my favorite beach skirt,â you whine, not putting up much of a fight as Taehyun kneels before you, your leg thrown over his shoulder as he cleans you up, placing gentle kisses along your inner thighs as he does so.Â
âI can wash it,â he replies, unable to hide his grimace as he tucks it away in his pocket; the sight is enough to have you giggling, readjusting your swimsuit and fixing your appearance before youâre hiding behind Taehyun, asking him if his coworkers are gone yet.
âThe coast is clear,â he hums, scanning the nearly empty beach as he spots your friends sitting by the ocean, chatting idly amongst themselves.
âYou donât think they heard us, right?â You ask, blinking at him innocently as the belief that you did a good job keeping quiet runs through your headâ the sight is enough to have Taehyun soften, letting out a sigh before heâs nodding his head.
âYeah. You were so good for me.â
Taehyun knows better, thoughâ but he doesnât really mind, because now he knows that he wonât have to worry about either coworker flirting with you the next time you come to the beach.Â
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