#white cropped trousers

[rebchen]

Berlin street style -_-

[cafe-solo]

[thisisrealy2kok]

Kila Vintage Contrast Color Long Sleeve Slim Cropped Top / Gray and black second batch

[womenofwrestlingfashion]

Backstage at Raw 9/25/23

Maryse wears the White Crop Shirt from Theory ($245) & Logo-Jacquard Straight-Leg Trousers from Versace ($1,525)

[kermitheefrog]

wore my binder as a tank top as part of my family event fit this fine summered evening #transmascfashioninspo

[frantic-fiction]

Payback 18+

(Pic: northernolddragon) I cropped it

Astarion x f!reader, Astarion x f!Tav

Summary: Astarion goes too far and embarrasses Tav in front of the party. She decides she wants a bit of revenge.

Warning: Smut, MDNI, slight Dom!reader, slight Sub!Astarion, Dom/Sub switch (kinda?), delayed orgasm, Oral sex m and f receiving, PnV sex,

Word Count: 3.8k (I'm a gremlin who just can't help myself)

Masterlist

That fucking asshole. How dare he? You slammed open the door, the handle hitting the wall with a resounding smack. Locking it behind you, you kick off your shoes, stumble over your feet, and rip off your dress. You begin throwing off every other accessory and remaining article of clothing until you are completely bare and breathing heavily. You sigh, frustrated, and pull on a pair of trousers and an old, tattered shirt. Anger pulses through your veins, and embarrassment burns deep in your chest. Falling onto the bed, you drop your face into your hands and pull at the ends of your hair.

Astarion went too far this time. Usually, you loved his sassy comments and sarcastic humor. You were typically the first to laugh when he jests and pokes fun at you and the other party members. But how can you laugh when his lighthearted jokes turn to dirty secrets? When he's telling your friends out in a crowded pub intimate details from your sex life.

You should have known it was a bad idea to have Astarion feed from you while there was liquor coursing through your veins. But he was curious and very convincing. It didn't take long before you were offering him your wrist. Neither of you really thought the alcohol would affect Astarion, and you didn't expect Astarion to be such a fucking ass when intoxicated. 

He teased you and shared private moments all night, and you wanted to hate him. Moreover, you wanted him to be sorry. Beg for forgiveness and mean it. But Astarion is a prideful man and has a stupidly hard time giving out apologies. He's improved, especially with you, but you don't want a simple sorry. You want payback, a little revenge, or as close to it as possible.

A sudden, devilish thought crosses your mind, and you know how you're going to get just that. Quickly, you jump up and move to set your plan in motion. You clean up the room, erasing your angry tantrum from before, and strip down naked once more. You dig around Astarion's pack and pull out his white-laced shirt. And then you wait for him. 

It takes just under an hour of waiting. You filled the time with one of the books you picked up the other day. But just as you go to flip another page, the door handle twists, catching on the lock. You’re on your feet and at the door before Astarion can attempt to unlock it. The palm of your hand hits the door hard, and you're holding it close. 

"Why should I let you in?" Your tone lace with venom.

"Darling," Astarion sighs, a tinge of exhaustion undertoned in his words, his voice no longer holding that annoying drunken slur. "Must we do this?"

"You weren't very nice to me tonight." You lean your back against the door, crossing your arms. “I have half a mind to make you bunk with someone else.”

His head falls against the wood, pushing lightly against your back. "If you let me in, I promise I'll make it up to you." It felt like he was breathing these words sinfully into your ear. 

You flip the lock and open the door. "Say you're sorry."

"Is that really what you want?" He purrs, his eyes darkening and pressing into your space. "I much prefer physical apologies."

Astarion pulls you into a lustful kiss, his hand snaking up your shirt and massaging your breast. He bites your lip, and when you gasp, he licks into your mouth. He traces his fingers over your hip bone and pulls you close.

"Wearing my shirt with no underwear?” He nips your bottom lip, and you shudder. “I don't think you're as mad as you say, my sweet."

You smile sharply and pull him further into the room. Reclaiming his lips, you start pulling at his shirt, exposing Astarion's pale skin. He's kissing down your neck, tugging your shirt aside to lather his tongue over your shoulder. His fangs tease your skin, and you moan. Trailing your fingertips down his stomach, you undo his pants, tugging it down. Astarion steps out, leaving him in a pair of tight briefs, an outline of his swelling cock evident against the straining fabric. He pushes the trousers to the side, and the two of you fall onto the bed in a heap.

"Who says this is for you?" you say coyly, forcing his head to the side and biting hard at his throat.

"Hells,"

"Maybe I was going to take care of myself tonight." You kiss his cheek "Take a bath, have some wine," you bring your lips to his ear. "Touch myself." You tease his ear between your teeth. His grip tightens on you. "I don't need you to please myself, Astarion."

Astarion groans deep in his chest and runs his hands up your thighs to the swell of your ass. He grinds you down onto his half-hard cock. "But here we are." 

"But here we are." You mimic, smiling smugly, relishing how Astarion so confidently believes he holds all the cards.

He kisses you again, and you let him. You could easily get lost in the wet dance of lips and the delicious silent promises of more to come. Give in and just let Astarion consume you. But no, you are far more excited with what's to come. 

"I want to taste you." You moan needily- dragging your teeth down his chest. Maybe you were playing it up, but it seemed to work. You circle his nipple with your tongue, and Astarion lets out a deep groan, nails digging into the plush flesh of your ass.

"Don't let me stop you, my love," 

You tug his cock out and squeeze him softly; he's stiff and aching and instinctually bucks up into your palm. Licking over his nipple, you begin to suck. A trickle of precum starts to fall, and you collect it, beginning to stroke slowly. Kissing down his stomach, you reach his pelvic bone. You look up, meeting Astarion's intense gaze. His mouth is agape, his chest moving in harsh breaths. One hand is reaching up, gripping the headboard in an ironclad grip. You softly press a kiss to the tip of his cock before taking him into your mouth. 

"Fuck," He hissed through clenched teeth, "Gods, I love your mouth." 

Urged on by his response, you take more of him in his mouth and begin to move at a slow pace sucking and bobbing your head. Astarion's hands grabbed your shoulder and softly stroked up your neck to the back of your head. He didn't force the pace, just gently held your head, rubbing his thumb softly behind your ear.

"That's it, Darling. So good to me."

Heat rushes through your body, the praise going straight to your core. You hum and begin to bob your head faster. Sucking hard, hollowing your cheeks, you trail your hand down his tensed thigh and cup his balls. You roll him in your hands, and Astarion moans, thrusting into your mouth. You gag and grab his hips, holding him down with your weight.

He's close. His eyes are unfocused, trying desperately to stay on you; he's letting out breathless gasps and attempting to buck up into your mouth, seeking more for you to give. That's when you pull off of him entirely and squeeze his cock tightly.

Astarion lets out a needy whine, sits up, and instantly meets your eyes. He opens his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it. 

"Apologize!"

"What?" Astarion says, dazed and still lost in the loss of stimulation. Then it dawns on him, and he realizes what's happening. "Naughty little-"

You give him one stroke, and Astarion chokes. "Apologize for embarrassing me tonight."

"My sweet, I was intoxicated; it's not really my fault." He's trying to give off an air of indifference, but you know him better. Astarion was moments away from crumbling.

"I was just as drunk, and I wasn't telling everyone about our sex life." You lick over the tip and begin to stoke him slowly. "Apologize, and I might just let you fuck me."

He moans deeply, thrusting up into your fist. "I-ng shit, I'm sorry, you were upset with my words tonight."

"Nope, try again." You stop completely and meet his eyes. "You have to mean it."

"Please! My love, I'm sorry." His voice cracks. He's practically whimpering; he brings his fist to his mouth and bites down to keep a semblance of control. 

"That's closer, but what you said still hurts, so I want you to make it up to me." You move up his body and kiss him. "Do you want to make it up to me?"

"Yes! Anything!" He sounds so desperate. You don't think you've ever felt so aroused. You clench instinctually against nothing, seeking friction that's not there.

"I want you to beg. I want you to beg to fuck me, handsome" You scratch your nails teasingly down the broad of Astarion's chest. "I want everyone to hear how - how did you put it, love? 'desperate and needy' you are for me."

He looks at you like you’ve grown a second head, eyes blackened from arousal, and a smile stretches his lips."I like this side of you, Darling."

 Astarion captures your lips, and you're on your back before you can comprehend what's happening. "My sweet, please, I need to touch you." His voice is louder than it needs to be. 

"Do you?" You purr, hooking your leg over his hip. 

"Yes!" He moans out, rutting against your dripping cunt. "Please, I need you!"

You brush your hand through Astarions hair and pull him down for a kiss. "Then be a good boy and touch me." 

Astarion doesn't need to be told twice to tug up your shirt. You let him pull it off and throw it across the room. He starts to trail sloppy, wet kisses down the column of your neck. A rough hand grabs your breast, and nimble fingers pinch your nipple. You sigh and thrust your hips up when Astarions mouth finds your other nipple and rolls the peak softly between his teeth before sucking hard.

"Astarion," you moan, caressing any available skin of his you can reach. "So good to me."

He grunts at the praise and moves down your stomach, leaving kitten licks and sharp nips in his wake. His hands are trailing down your sides and stop to grip your hips in a firm hold. He pulls you down the bed, and you let out a little yelp. Astarion meets your half-lidded gaze and bites at the fat of your thigh, lapping up the droplets of blood that bead up to the surface. 

"The sweetest treat," Astarion moans, throwing your leg over his shoulder, trailing his nose down your thigh to the spot you want him most. But I'm still famished. I need more, please."

"Don't let me stop you, handsome." You smirked, mimicking his previous words. Your breath was catching, and you felt just as desperate as Astarion.

You let out a gargled mewl when Astarion trails one long agonizing lick up the length of your cunt. He never breaks eye contact; you bite your lip and grip one of your breasts, fisting the other into the bedsheet.

Astarion consumes you like he'll never be able to again. Desperate, messy, and with no care for the thinness of the walls. You gasp and instinctually try to clamp your legs close. His cold hands hold your hips apart, only allowing pathetic gyrates of your hips. The room is filled with filthy wet slurps and needy moans as Astarion tears you apart.

"Faster, Star. Don't you dare stop," you demand, grinding against his face, shivering when his pointed nose teases your clit. "Such a good boy."

His moan quakes through your cunt, and you throw your head back into the pillow, arching your back slightly. Astarion's fingers push into you and match the ragged pace of his mouth. Your hand finds his soft curls again and holds him in place, pulling gently at the roots. Astarion could break away anytime, but he seems to like it because you feel him grind down against the bed. 

"No, no, pretty boy." You tsk, pulling his hair harsher. He grunts against you, sucking harder at your clit. "You don't get to come until you’re forgiven."

Astarion pulls away from your clit, chin glistening with your juices. His fingers are still pumping into you. "You cruel women." He practically whines breathlessly.

"You're- shit- you're making up for your naughty behavior, remember?" The coil is tightening in your stomach, your body hot, and your breath shaky. "Now be good and make me come."

He smiles wickedly and resumes his ministrations. He curls his fingers up and presses against the spot that has you gasping in silent cries. His mouth finds your clit again and laps his tongue against it. He's relentless, and your legs are trembling. The pleasure is building, the flame licking through your veins. 

"m close, Star,"

He doesn't stop or voice any cheeky comments he would typically make. He just pumps his fingers faster and sucks and lavishes his tongue harder against your cunt. You feel your body tightening, and you grab for anything to hold on to; one hand is still in Astarion's hair, but your other hand grabs his shoulder, digging your nails into his flesh. Astarion scrapes his fangs playfully against your clit, and that's all you need to fall apart. 

You're moaning and screaming his name and mumbling incoherent praises into the air. Black spots seem to cloud over your vision, and all your muscles tighten at once. Astarion drags you through your orgasm, slowing his fingers and moving to soft kitten licks. It takes you a moment to return to yourself, and you are out of breath and covered in sweat. Looking down, you see Astarion. He's staring at you, licking his lips, collecting every drop of you. His face is full of affection and untenable arousal.

"Am I forgiven?"

You surge forward and tackle him into an uncoordinated kiss. You maneuver him around until his back is against the headboard, and you are seated comfortably in his lap. Your tongue tangled with his, the tangy sweetness of your release mingling in the dance. Pulling back, you catch his lip tugging playfully.

"Hmm… I don't know," You smirk, grabbing his neglected cock and giving it a few languid strokes. 

"Darling, please!" He begs, head falling back, exposing his neck to your greedy mouth. 

You press your mouth to the hollow of his throat and suck until you're sure there will be a noticeable mark tomorrow. "I guess you have been such a good boy." Circling your thumb over his tip, you swipe his cock through your folds, coating him in your arousal. 

"Yes, I've been so good." His voice chokes, and he clenches his jaw, desperately trying to seek more friction. Hells, he was so incredibly sexy like this.

"And I think a good boy deserves a reward. Wouldn't you agree, Star?" The rush you feel at his desperation, his neediness for you and only you, has your confidence surging. 

"Yes! Please!"

You line him up with your hole and sit down painfully slow. Two groans of pleasure join together in the room as you seat yourself to the hilt. Astarion grabs your hips in a death grip, releasing an almost painful hiss through his teeth. For a moment, you don't move; feel the stretch and the completeness he gives you. Meeting his eyes, you place your hands on his shoulders and raise on your haunches. You pull up almost off him completely before lowering at the same brutally slow pace.

"Gods, you're so tight." Astarion groans, head falling against your arm. 

He uses the grip on your hips to help set a steady pace that has both of you dissolve into a moaning, blubbering mess. You clench around him and run your hand up his neck to the back of his head, pulling him to your chest. Astarion is quick to resume lavishing your breast with messy kisses, surely littering you with bites and bruises that will linger for days to come. 

You would have loved to drag this out. Punish Astarion for hours until he was nothing but a mumbling, blushing pussy-drunk mess. But you were growing impatient, and the delicious feeling of Astarion's cock filling you was clouding your more devious thoughts. Grinding your hips down hard onto his cock had Astarion gasping into your chest. 

You cupped his jaw and captured his mouth before whispering seductively into his ear. "You've been forgiven. Now I want you to fuck me hard."

A deep groan rumbled through Astarion's chest, and he did just that. You're suddenly on your back, and his tongue is in your mouth. The slow pace was thrown out the window to a brutal pounding that tore the breath from your lungs.

"A-astarion, fuck” You roll your hips to match his pace. 

You're not going to last much longer; you don't think you've ever been more aroused, and seeing how pent-up Astarion is, having been teased along for too long. You know he's just as close. You grab his hand and pull it down your body to where you want it most. He grunts huskily in your ear and rubs harshly at your bundle of nerves. Throwing one of your legs over Astarion's hip, you adjust your body, and his thrusts find a new angle that presses against that beautiful spot inside of you. 

Astarion’s other hand, can’t seem to stay still, moving up and down your body, trying to pay equal attention to all of your soft skin. He’s squeezing your hip, tickling your side, cupping your breast, and moving back down to repeat all over again. He’s peppering kisses over your forehead and cheeks, biting your kiss-swollen lips, running his nose along yours. It’s overwhelming and not enough, but it is always with him. Astarion moves to your neck and sucks at his favorite spot, the place he feeds most frequently from, silently begging for a taste. 

"Mhm," you nod, words no longer forming on your tongue. 

Astarion's fangs pierce your skin, and the familiar icy cold floods your veins. You cry out as he greedily drinks from your body. Your blood seems to turn Astarion feral. He grabs your other leg to join the other in a link behind his back. Astarion grinds you into the mattress, brutally pumping in and out of you. All your body can do is wrap your arms around his neck, smoothing your hands over his body, and hold on. The only sounds that echo in the darkroom are the slick, obscene sounds of skin sliding against skin and needy moans and desperate whimpers. 

You can't tell if you're lightheaded because of the pleasure Astarion is giving you or the blood that he's consuming from your neck. It's probably both, but right now, you only care that he keeps going because that lovely burning heat is returning and boiling in your stomach. 

"I'm so close," you whimper.

This has Astarion finally pulling away from your neck. He looks deeply into your eyes, his pace never faltering. There's a trickle of your blood running down his chin, and you reach up to catch it. You push your thumb into his mouth, and without breaking your gaze, Astarion licks it clean. He grabs your hand and laces his fingers with yours above your head. His hand somehow seems to move faster against your clit, and you are moments away from coming undone. On the ledge but seemingly hanging by your fingertips.

"S-so am I, darling." He manages to stutter out, and you pull him down for a kiss. It is desperate and needy, and the taste of your blood, sharp and metallic, mingles with his spit. "Come for me, love; let me feel you."

Those words, always commanded with such affection, had an immediate effect. You clench around him like a vice, mouth falling open in a silent gasp. You sigh his name into his mouth and cup his face with your spare hand as if the moment you come down from this high Astarion might no longer be real. 

Astarion's pace falters, and he clumsily thrusts. Once, twice, three more times before burying deep into your cunt and coming hard with a deep groan. While you're still amid your ecstasy, you are still mesmerized by Astarion coming undone before you. The way his jaw clicks shut and he squeezes his eyes closed. The tightening of his hand on your body, gripping hard enough to bruise, not that you minded. The stuttering minute juts of his hips as he rides out the last of his orgasm. And finally, watching Astarion's body turn to jelly, bones and muscles collapsing under his weight as he falls onto you, head finding your chest.

You run your hand through his curls, scratching his scalp. Astarion purrs softly and kisses your chest, running delicate fingers up your side. He catches your hand and brings it to his lips to kiss the inside of your wrist. 

Astarion rolls off of you and moves from the bed. You whine at the loss of fullness but make no other protest. A tiredness has settled deep in your bones; you don't think you could move if you wanted to. 

Thankfully, Astarion was quick to return. In his hands was a cup of water and a wet cloth. Smiling softly, you take the glass from him and take a long gulp. Handing it back, he places it on the nightstand and rejoins you in bed. Astarion delicately cleans you off, kissing your neck when you wince from oversensitivity. After that was taken care of, he discards the used cloth and pulls you to his chest, kissing the crown of your head and tightening his hold on you. You hum softly and nuzzle into his chest. 

"I am sorry," he says, fingertips drawing nonsense patterns on your back. You glance up to meet his gaze, and he pushes some of your hair out of your eyes. "I'm truly sorry I hurt you, my love. I didn't mean to." 

You give him a tender smile, "Thank you, Star," you kiss the chest just above his heart and whisper, lips brushing against his skin. "I love you."

"And I love you."

Next Day: You giggle over your glass of juice, watching a very disgruntled Astarion from across the room. His shoulders were tense, and his eyes were sharp. His bare forearms crossed over his chest. He was slouched down in his chair, looking like he would rather be anywhere else than in his current situation.

Gale was sitting in front of the vampire, a dusty tome placed on the table between him. You could barely hear the wizard's words as he vainly tried to teach Astarion a simple silencing spell. Gale was trying to help, given the very vocal display Astarion gave last night. And you couldn’t be more pleased at Astarion’s predicament. 

Astarion's ears twitch and his head snap in your direction to give you a pointed glare. He's only given more of your laughter in response.

Fine I'll admit it, I like a needy Astarion, sue me. But you got to agree that drunk Astarion would be a fucking menace.

Anyways let me know what ya thought. Talking with you guys is a highlight of my day.

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[beansprean]

nandor nandor he's our man if he can't do it thats not unusual

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: Collection of colored Nandor doodles on a mottled teal background. 1. Knees up of Nandor in red short shorts, a white tank top with the Big Boy restaurant logo, and a loose knit cardigan with apache stripes falling off one shoulder. He is smiling at the viewer with one hand on his hip and the other holding up a peace sign. 2. Hips up of Nandor in loose peach trousers, stretching with his mouth open in a giant yawn. His hair is loose and tangled, right hand scratching at his bare stomach and left arm stretched behind his head. 3. Small knees-up of Nandor, hair loose, wearing nothing but a ripped-off dull red crop top that says 'hole' in big letters. He is standing as if braced to run, arms and legs tensed and held akimbo, panic clear on his purple-flushed face. His decency is covered only by the overlap of the drawing beneath him. 4. Full body of Nandor, wearing his usual patterned tunic and boots, sitting on a bench in profile. He is fiddling with a rubix cube in his lap, hunched over it with his tongue out in concentration as he lines up a row of yellow. 5. Chest up of Nandor sitting at a table in another tunic, leaning his cheek into one hand as he aims a besotted smile at something offscreen, hearts dancing around his head. 6. Hips up of a very drunk Nandor in burgundy trousers and a very loose translucent silk blouse half unbuttoned and gaping open to reveal most of his torso. He is standing with an elbow propped on a nearby surface, hip leaning heavily against it while his opposite hand raises a goblet of blood, sloshing it against the rim. His hair is half up but falling, his eyes are half closed, his cheeks are flushed, and he is aiming a raised eyebrow and salacious smirk offscreen, blood dripping off his chin and onto his chest. /end ID

[chosok-amo]

‘ I DARE YOU .ᐟ

ryomen sukuna. you want to break up with your boyfriend, ryomen sukuna, so he dares you to say that to his face

beware. nswf! sukuna x reader, slut, whore mentioned, chocked, over-stimulated reader

You nervously leaned against the pantry table in your kitchen. One of your hands rested on your other hand which was curled over your stomach— you bit your nails. Your eyes focused on the flat object on the table in front of you. Many times you put your hand up to take the object but your intention was stopped a second later— you continued like that for a while until you finally decided to make up your mind. With a slight tremor, your finger presses something, producing a ringing sound.

sukuna :

yes, babydoll?

You were silent for a moment when you heard the deep voice of your lover, Ryomen Sukuna. Your guts suddenly shrink and your body fills with adrenaline. You bit your bottom lip and remained silent for a moment. Your head was spinning at what you had been thinking about the last few weeks. You no longer want to be in this toxic relationship. You were tired of fighting with Sukuna, spending your tears crying over him. You're tired of his big ego and his attitude. You're tired of your lover. So you sighed and made up your mind again.

you :

let's break up

Silence for a moment from across there. Your chest was pounding as you waited for a response from your soon-to-be ex-boyfriend. You only heard Sukuna's heavy breathing before a mocking chuckle was heard. He's always like that, always never taking you seriously. He always chuckles, laughs mockingly and looks at you as if you are the stupidest and funniest person in the world.

sukuna :

say that to my face y/n, I fucking dare you

you :

I'm done with you, I want to break up

"Are you sure?"

You quickly raised your head when you heard Sukuna's voice only to find him standing not far across from you with a cell phone in his left hand pressed to his ear and in the other hand you could see several paper bags with well-known brands. He put his cell phone in the pocket of the trousers he was wearing and stepped closer. You pulled your lips straight as you lowered your phone and placed it on the pantry table. Sukuna was standing across from you— your bodies were blocked by a fairly large pantry table.

As usual, his pink hair was neatly styled, showing off his forehead. Tattoos adorn his handsome face which now looks expressionless. You corrected your posture and stood up straight. Your head is straight ahead looking at your lover confidently— at least try to look confident so that your lover knows that you mean it. But Sukuna can see you like an open book. He can read all your movements as if he had been studying you for decades.

“You know there's no breaking up in this relationship, y/n,” he said.

You rolled your eyes. “I can't deal with you any longer, Sukuna. I'm tired of your bullshit,” you say. You looked at him lazily and crossed your arms in front of your chest. Sukuna raised an eyebrow as he looked at you. Slowly he stepped towards you and stopped when he was standing behind you. “If you are tired then take a nap,” he whispered into your ear from behind. His hands held your arms gently but firmly.

His skin touching yours sent a tingle of excitement and you held your breath as the heat from Sukuna's breath hit your bare neck. You gripped the pantry with both hands and closed your eyes as Sukuna pressed his lips to your shoulder. “N-no, I don't want to take a nap, I—” You try to move your body away from Sukuna who has now pushed the front of his body to the back of your body— until you can feel his bulge being pushed against your ass which is only covered in white lace underwear.

Before you had time to move away, Sukuna quickly cupped both of your breasts. You only wear a lilac crop top without a bra. Sukuna's big hands gently squeezed your breasts from under the t-shirt you were wearing. "What do you want baby? Tell me," he whispered in your ear in a low voice. A soft moan came out of your mouth as his two index fingers moved in circles on your protruding nipples. Sukuna knows all too well how that has always been your weakness. Your body leaned against Sukuna's hard-rock chest. With your eyes closed you stammered trying to answer, "I.. I want to- Ah!" You let out a small scream when Sukuna harshly pinched your nipple.

"What is it, sweetheart?"

You could feel him smirk at his tone. He sounded like he really enjoyed what he was doing to you. Sukuna's hands wildly played with your breasts and nipples— squeezing and pinching them. "Tell me, sweetheart. What do you want? I'm all ears," he teased as he licked behind your ear which succeeded in making your legs weaken and a delicious moan escaped your mouth. Hearing this, Sukuna grinned even more happily. You bit your bottom lip in hopes of holding back the moan that was forcing its way out. You moaned when Sukuna's hand slowly came down and pressed his finger firmly on your clitoris which was starting to swell.

"Already wet for me? You're such a slut, y/n, I barely touched you," he said. His long middle finger trailed across your folds, running them up and down. Sukuna's one hand was busy playing with your breasts while the other was busy with your pussy. You threw your head back, onto Sukuna's shoulder as he in gentle, sensual circular movements touched your clitoris, you felt very sensitive to his touch at the moment. Makes you unable to properly digest what is happening and you almost no longer remember what you said to your previous lover.

"S-sukuna.."

"Yes, my lady?"

Sukuna kissed your shoulders and neck alternately. He bites your neck in small pieces, sucks, and licks it until he leaves kiss marks everywhere. You know what he's doing— marking you, so you don't forget who you belong to. "Stop.. ah- Sukuna.. I want to—ah!" Sukuna didn't let you finish what you wanted to say as he quickly moved his finger on your pussy. Your body is filled with pleasures that only your boyfriend can give you.

“Talk to me, y/n,” he said, teasing you.

"I want to break up with you, for fuck sake!"

You took a sharp breath and tried to pull Sukuna's hand away from you. But he quickly took both of your hands— grabbed both of your wrists with one hand and pushed you against the pantry table until your chest was pressed against the cold surface. "Fuck, y/n. You never understand, do you?" he asked, now starting to look a little annoyed. He held your hands behind your back- trapping you so you couldn't move. "Guess I need to remind you who you belong to now, y/n. I hope this time it gets through that pretty little head of yours," he said. So with one pull Sukuna removed your panties and ruined them.

"Ah!"

Sukuna slapped your ass hard, leaving redness there. You groaned in pain but Sukuna knew very well that you were enjoying it. He touched your thigh which was soaked with your own fluids. “Fuck, y/n..” he whispered to himself as he felt how wet you were. One of his free hands squeezed his penis which was now very hard from outside his trousers. Sukuna let out a sigh of pleasure before he pulled your hair until your head fell back. He inserted two fingers into your mouth from behind. “Suck,” he commands which you spontaneously go down on. You sucked his long finger, playing with your tongue there. "Such a whore, aren't you, my lady?" He said when he felt the warmth of your dirty mouth on his fingers.

Sukuna withdrew his fingers, placed one hand on your back and without further ado he inserted both fingers into your pussy, making you moan. His fingers slide in and out of your pussy, your supple walls hugging Sukuna's fingers. “S-sukuna.. please,” you moaned as you felt his fingers slowly stop moving. "What is it, y/n?" he asked. You swallowed hard, no longer concerned with your common sense, you just wanted to feel the pleasure your lover gave you. “I want to cum..” you whined pathetically.

“I can't hear you, y/n,” Sukuna said.

“Please, baby.. I want to cum, I want to feel your cock inside me,—” you cried. You feel like you can't take it anymore. Your body seemed to have a mind of its own and Sukuna's touch seemed to be a remote control. Sukuna chuckled evilly and he took his fingers out of your pussy. He eagerly undid the belt he was wearing before taking off his trousers and boxers alternately. You groaned when you felt Sukuna's long, thick, hardened cock slap against your ass.

“Fuck y/n! feel so good, always tight for me,” Sukuna moans while throwing his head back. Your body arches because of the pleasure as Sukuna inches by inches pushes himself inside you. Both of his large hands gripped your hips as your gummy wall hugged his long, thick-veined cock, sucking him to go further until the head touched your womb. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! your cunt hugs me so well, baby. Oh, god!” He keeps pushing until he's bottomed out.

“N-no, Sukuna— Ah.. too big, I-I can't—” Your hands moved behind you trying to push away Sukuna's body. You felt full— your body felt full of Sukuna's big cock. Sukuna shook his head and held your hand so you couldn't push him away. “Shh baby, don't say that, I know you can take me,” He shot gently. He pulled your body until your back touched his chest. One hand touched your tummy and the other grabbed your chin, guiding your face to look back. He pressed his lips to yours.

Passionately, he kissed you. He kissed your bottom lip, occasionally biting it there. Slowly he moves his hips in and out of you. He kissed your lips making your moans echo in his mouth, and vice versa with Sukuna. He bit your bottom lip again and pulled it between his teeth before kissing you again—this time with his tongue. He kissed you until you were out of breath and pulled your face away from him. A string of saliva connected between your tongue and his as both your mouths opened— trying to catch your breath.

Sukuna looked at your face with a happy heart and got more hornier. Just like he wanted— you were too fucked up to make sense of yourself. He saw how your cheeks were red, your lips parted to let out a dirty sigh, your eyelids almost closed. This is the effect it has on your body. He loves the idea he has of you so much that he is so crazy about it, just like he is so crazy about you. So with that Sukuna slammed his dick into your pussy so hard it made you gasp.

His hands roughly grabbed your neck, gripping it and pulling your face closer until your face was next to his. One of Sukuna's hands went down to your pussy. His finger found your clitoris again and rubbed it hard making your legs shake. “N-no, Sukuna— ah! please..” Sukuna ignored your moans and continued rubbing your clit until you couldn't take it anymore and released your juice, covering the pantry walls, you, and him. Sukuna smiled with satisfaction, “That's right slut, cum for me, feel good, hm? do you like it, y/n? Do you like it when I make you cum like a pretty little slut you are?” He talks dirty in your ear so sensually. Making your overstimulated cunt begging for more.

“Answer me, you slut!” He slapped your sensitive cunt making you yelp with pleasure. “Y-yes, I—” You can't continue with what you're about to say because Sukuna one more time pounds his cock roughly to your cunt. You can feel tears stream down your face because of how much pain yet pleasure you feel in your body. Sukuna brings you to cloud nine, making you want more. “Kuna, please.. f-faster, more, more, ah— please,” you begged.

Sukuna threw you a mocking chuckle as he gripped your neck tightly. He can feel your moan in his palm hand. “You want to break up with me yet here you are begging for more. Can't get enough of my cock aren't you, hm? You're such a slut, y/n, you're my slut,” he whispered his last sentence in your ear as he erotically bit your ear and licked it. He slowed down and pulled his cock out of your sloppy cunt. You let out a voice of protest and move your hips— looking for his cock, getting more needy the second you can't feel his cock. “Be patient and tell me that you want to break up with me,” he said to you.

You shake your head, “Please, kuna, fuck me, I want you,” you beg, shamelessly. You pushed your ass to Sukuna, hoping his gonna put his cock back at your horny cunt. Sukuna smirked, knowing damn well he got you in his finger, you never get enough of him, of his cock, that's for sure. Slowly, he pushed his still-hard cock back to your cunt. “Tell me, baby, tell me how much you want me to fuck you,” he whispered. You close your eyes and part your lips as you feel your cunt being full of Sukuna's thick cock again. “I want your cock— fuck! I want you to fill me in, I love you kuna,” you whispered without realising it, too fuck up to think straight.

The last sentence is enough for Sukuna to fuck you to oblivion. So he pushes your body back to the cold surface of the pantry. With one rough pound, his cock is fully inside your cunt. His swelling cock bullying your overstimulated cunt.

“Now you know who you belong to, every time you ask for break up, I'm gonna fuck you so hard until you lost your mind and only remember I good I made you feel. How you being such a slut for this cock and taking me so well,” keeps pounding his cock to you. And Sukuna doesn't plan to stop anytime soon. He had a whole night to remind you that there is no breaking up in your relationship with him. You had no other choice, it's not like you don't enjoy being fuck by your boyfriend anyway.

[tohokuu]

boobs, boobs, boobs - tengen, kyojuro, akaza, aizetsu

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word count : 1.5k

warnings : tiddy sucking, somnophilia in akaza's

a/n : first time writing for kny...

TENGEN

tengen’s mouth watered when he saw your perky nipples sticking past the thin white fabric of your shirt. it was colder during this time of the year, so he knew that your nipples poking through was inevitable. his main concern was how he could help in fixing that. 

he didn’t want you embarrassed, ya know? imagine sanemi or kyo drop by and get a chance to see your perky tits. he couldn’t have that. your tits belonged to him. they were cute and squishy and all he wanted to do in this moment was sit you down on his lap and suck your nipples until you pulled at his hair. 

wouldn’t that be flashy?.. he thought. 

you sighed as you wrapped tengens thin blanket around you. it didn’t make much of a difference, though. you were still shivering cold. he knew the only way to keep you warm was if you were laying flat against him (tit in his mouth). 

“baby, is it cold in here or just me?” tengen spurred on. you looked up eagerly, staring at him in shock. “are you not cold?” you asked him. he shook his head. 

“i’m not but i can tell that you are.” you saw tengen’s eyes dart directly down to your chest, raising a brow as he stared shamelessly. “hmm, have they always been this perky?” he asked you slapped his arm in embarrassment.. or at least tried to slap his arm. instead, he grabbed you by the bicep. pulling you down onto his lap. 

it was in mere seconds, he had the blanket draped around your shoulders and your chest exposed for him. he could see goosebumps rising on your skin, standing up to the sky as he undressed you in the bitter cold. “fuck.” tengen sighed as he stared at your chest. 

“the piercings are so flashy, honey.” he crooned. you blushed, looking away from his face. 

“can i warm you up?” 

-

KYOJURO

kyo was pretty uncaring when it came to how you dressed around the house. you usually lounged around in some loose pants and a short, cropped shirt of his. today was no different. you were cooking when he walked in the next morning, shirtless with only a pair of trousers on. he didn’t pay much attention to your chest until you turned around, handing him a cup of tea. 

“good morning, kyo!” you chirped, smile fresh on your face in the early morning glow. kyo smiled tenderly. “thank you, my angel.” you kissed his pec after, walking away. kyo didn’t know what it was, that got him thinking that morning, looking at your ass and raising a thick eyebrow. 

“mm tasty!” he said as he sipped on the honey and lemon flavored tea. joining you on the couch, he leaned over, laying his head on your chest. he snuggled his face into your chest, groaning and grunting softly as some of the sleep was still settled in his mind. his eyes fluttered open and closed softly as you ran your fingers through his hair. 

“mmm.” he whimpered, enjoying the scratch of your nails against his scalp. kyo got up, getting on top of you and surprising you with his sudden outburst. his eyes darted down to your nipples poking through the thin cropped shirt. “fuck.” he groaned. your eyes widened as he help himself balance on his forearms, caging you in between. 

suddenly his head was under the fabric of your shirt, his lips attached to your nipples. they were cold and hard, and in need of his mouth. his tongue swirled around your buds that were getting harder as he teased them. you gasped, moving up to discard of your shirt. 

“kyo!” you cried, wailing as he bit and sucked at the skin. “you think you can just walk around like this with your nipples pokin’ out and not expect me to say anything?” he growled. kyo sounded eager, not in his usual gentle and soft nature. 

“gonna make you cum from sucking your tits alone.” 

-

AKAZA

akaza walked into your bedroom at around 2 am. your window was open and you slept soundly in bed. he raised his eyebrow and sighed. 

how many times had he reminded you to lock your window at night… 

you never listened to him, always arguing with him and teasing him. he was never angered, though. he’d smile thinking about you as he worked throughout the day, following orders. you were his comfort space, the one he’d visit at night when he had nothing particular left to do. 

he walked into your bathroom like he owned the place, washing his face sighing while he ran a wet hand through his pink hair. 

things were calm and quiet. a part of him wished that in another life where things were easier, he could just do simple house chores with you. it wasn’t that simple, though. life was hard right now and he couldn’t take care of you the way he wished. he had to settle for this. 

coming in to your bedroom unannounced at night and snuggling with you while you slept. he listened to your soft snores and soft whimpers when you had a impactful dream. today was one of those nights. 

he knew you were having a wet dream when he began to smell the wetness from you. a scent of pheromones bursting into the air and clouding his judgement. he watched as your nipples got visibly harder through the thin camisole you wore. his mouth watered. 

you turned towards him in your sleep, whining and pulling him closer, grinding your cunt on his thigh. “fuck..” he whispered. 

“a-akaza..” you whined, half asleep. he felt his dick get hard, making his pants uncomfortable. he suddenly didn’t care anymore. you had given him permission to touch you in your sleep before but he never went through with it, feeling a tiny sense of shame to do that to you without your knowledge. 

but his judgement was clouded today. his day was rough and he couldn’t care less about morals right now. 

he lifted your shirt up, his chest rising faster and faster seeing you whine for him even in your sleep. a primal urge overtook him as he dove into your chest, mouth wrapped around your buds completely. 

he sucked and whined, two fingers dipping down the waistband of your sleep shorts and feeling the slick gathered in your panties. “you dirty, dirty girl..” he groaned. 

he couldn’t wait for you to wake up to the hickey’s on your chest tomorrow morning. 

- 

AIZETSU

aizetsu was always sad. his eyebrows furrowed in sadness and worry. his zipped up the black nike tech in the mirror, unable to waiver the solemn expression on his face. 

he figured coming to see you would maybe fix his mood just a bit. 

the knock on your door at 2 am was a surprise. you didn’t get a call or a confirmation that someone would be showing up to your door this late. you took extra caution checking the peephole. 

the rush in your throat went down when you saw that it was just your solemn boyfriend, dressed in his usual tech. you opened the door, head tilted to one side as you invited him in. 

“zetsu, what happened?” you questioned. your boyfriend was often sad. he was quiet and didn’t speak much to others unless he had something significant to say. 

“nothing. i just missed you.” he softly spoke, staring down at the ground. your own eyebrows furrowed as you pushed him deeper into your apartment. 

“do you wanna cuddle with me?” you asked. 

he looked around nervously before nodding. you laid in bed, urging him to remove the hoodie he wore and just lay in his t-shirt. 

his strong arms wrapped around your body, pulling you in. aizetsu pushed his face into your chest, hoping he’d feel better. 

your fingers went straight to his dark locks, tugging at the strands softly. “what happened today, angel?” you asked. 

“sekido was making fun of me today.” he whined. his lips pouted, eyelashes fluttering to keep away a glimmering sheen of tears. “ ‘m sorry, zetsu. don’t listen to anything he says. he’s a dickhead.” you told your boyfriend. 

“can i suck your tiddies?” 

your mind felt like it broke. 

“w-what?” you asked. your boyfriend looked up at you, his eyes widened and brows furrowed as if he was ready to beg. 

“y-you heard me.” he whispered. you were right. you had heard his random and bizarre request. he had never asked before. in fact, you two hadn’t even done anything significant yet. 

“sure.” 

and suddenly your shirt was torn off of you, flung into a separate corner of the room. your boyfriends personality always made you forget how brawny and muscular he was. his body didn’t match his soft facial expressions and you could hardly recover from the whiplash you had received. 

aizetsu’s arms were wrapped around your waist and upper back, pushing your body into his face. he sucked your nipples harshly, no care in the world that it might have been hurting you or not. 

he licked and tenderly bit the skin, looking up at you with his brows this time pushed together to focus on the task. 

he planned on sucking your tits into making himself happy. 

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[ID: A digital illustration of Dorian Storm and Orym from Critical Role. They're both wearing modern clothing (though Dorian's is still elaborate) and Dorian is holding a cardboard tray of to-go coffees while Orym carries his own drink in his hand. They're holding hands between them, Orym reaching up to hold onto Dorian's index finger. Dorian is wearing a white, open shirt, dark trousers, knee high black leather platform boots, and a blue jacket with a sunset coloured lining that has gold decorations on the shoulders shaped like layered feathers. Orym is wearing a cropped green hoodie with no right sleeve and a simple brown leather harness over it, jeans, and white, green, and blue sneakers. Orym is drawn with a long thin tail with a fluffy end. End description.]

Coffee run!

[linamromero]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄.

𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭. 𝐥𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐚 𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 - 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑.

...

it happened again.

the team won the la liga for the season again. It was even better because your girlfriend alexia made her comeback after being out for nearly 10 months from a nasty knee injury.

you and alexia were celebrating on the way back to the changing room, clinging on to the trophy her hand on one handle and yours on the other, "nosotras somos las campeonas!”

"mi amiga!" patri sang the next lyric so she played the queen song on the speaker.

alexia pulled your body close to hers swaying to the music, you buried your face into her neck placing light kisses every once in a while, "amor!”

"sí?" you hummed sending vibrations through her body.

"i don't want to stay out late tonight, we can celebrate at home." alexia whispered stroking your hair.

"how would you like to celebrate at home?" you smirked playing dumb.

"i think you know." she murmured in your ear.

"venga lovebirds, have a beer!” mapi handed you both a bottle of estrella from her cubby.

"valé valé valé!" alexia put her hands up before taking her sweaty match shirt off.

you could help but stare a little too long before taking your own shirt off. the team sang and danced for a while before you decide to go home and get dressed up to go to manuelas.

you both got into alexia’s car and managed to get out of the car park before being swarmed by fans. the both of you took photos and signed items before leaving the premises.

once you got home, alexia went straight upstairs into your shared bedroom changing for a shower, “y/n cariño are you showering with me?”

"sí claro, stupid question bonita but we can't be long i promised patri i would pick her and piña up." you called up stair well.

"valé!”

you rushed into the master bedroom taking your shorts and sports bra off as you were eager to get to alexia. she was in the shower facing the wall you thought she looked good from behind. her ass is incredible.

you opened the glass shower door, she didn't even turn around so you approached her holding her hips, grabbing her bum lightly, "hola bonita." she greeted you.

you hummed in response kissing over her neck and across her left shoulder, you brought her arm up kissing all the way down her arm and down her hand to her index finger. alexia tilted your chin up to look at her in the eyes, bringing you close to her face connecting her lips with yours.

no words were shared, just through actions.

you managed to wash each other without getting too carried away, "can you pass me my towel amor?"

the midfielder wrapped a towel around you and her own around herself walking back into the master bedroom. you decided to dry and straighten your hair, leaving your natural freckles to sprawl themselves across your face only applying a little bit of mascara.

finally you decided to wear some caramel dress trousers and a white vest top paired with your dior high tops, gold rolex, cartier bangle and chunky rings.

your girlfriend decided on a black crop top with extra ties and a matching black ruched skirt. she left her hair looking wet pushed back out of her face, alexia put light eyeshadow on with lashes and a red lip, "what jewellery shall i wear?"

"definitely gold so maybe your hoops and the gold rolex i got you." you suggested, which she agreed putting them on.

"and my shoes?"

"your red jordans 100%." you implied.

"you have such good taste, i know i can count on you." alexia smiled kissing your lips lightly.

"ale!" You groaned.

"que?"

"you got your lipstick on me." she wiped your lips with her finger, "no kissing me all night."

"but y/n, that's gonna be so hard you look so good." alexia smirked.

“you’re just gonna have to behave."

"i will try my hardest ." alexia raised a brow grabbing her bag.

...

after the couple picked up patri and piña they drove to the open air restaurant, their head coach had invited the team out for a celebratory dinner.

of course they were the first of the players to arrive, alexia was always good with her timing, arriving first to everything.

"hola bona nit.” each of the greeted.

"sit, sit." he pointed at the rather long table.

you and alexia sat near the head of the table as the staff sat next to jonatan who was at the end with patri and piña sitting opposite you. once everyone arrived jonatan handed your girlfriend the trophy placing it in between you both.

"mi reina." You mumbled into alexia's ear, a smile appeared upon her lips.

"mi querida." she looked at you with loving eyes.

everyone had eaten and drinks were flowing, you were finishing third estrella whereas your girlfriend was finishing her fourth strawberry daiquiri. mapi danced over to the table with a large jug of sangria, "let's get this party started!"

you all cheered, mapi filling fresh wine glasses to the brim with the beverage. you placed your hand on alexia's bare thigh making her flinch at the coldness of your rings, "lo siento."

she brushed her thumb over your knuckle reassuring you that she was fine.

jonatan told everyone to grab a photo with the trophy in which you all did, "campeonas! campeonas !" cata and mapi started shouting dancing around with her flag that she bought with her.

eventually you all floated off to manuelas which you were looking forward to. As soon as you entered, you were stamped with a 'manuelas' tattoo and lots of stickers.

you got the love was playing a slowish song so you dragged your girlfriend to the dance floor slinging her arms around your neck. slowly dancing and singing the lyrics with your teammates.

she span her body around as antes de morirme started playing guiding your arms around her waist, you pulled her hips colliding them with yours. her skirt began to ride up as she grinded her backside into your crotch, “cariño."

she looked up at you with an innocent look on her face, "si mi amor?"

"i said behave." you bit your lip.

"i am not using my lips though am i?" alexia winked at you knowing that she was teasing you.

"bathroom. ahora." you grunted in her ear.

you got to the bathroom, other women were hooking up by the basins so alexia lead you into a cubical. you pushed her up against the door, exploring her exposed body in the limited space you had.

she returned the favour, flipping your body over onto the door, pulling your straps of your vest top down taking it off with your bra. alexia attached her lips to your neck, kissing and sucking at it moving down to your breasts, "ale."

she just looked at you innocently, "you want this right?"

you nodded in response and she set to work taking your nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it adding a light suction. At this point alexia's lipstick had smeared all over your body but you were too busy to care.

"ale! y/n!" a voice called from outside the cubicle, of course it was ana.

her voice pulled you out of the messy fog, "yes what?"

"if your gonna have sex, go home." she yelled as you quickly put your clothes on and opened the door.

“how did you know?" alexia furrowed her eyebrows.

"look at the state of y/n for a start!” your body was absolutely covered in alexia's lipstick.

"ah well i-."

"save it, just go home i've ordered you an uber and pick your car up in the morning." ana said leaving the bathroom.

"gracias ana!" you pulled a face as you left the club.

"we can continue this at home, mi reina." you smirked getting in the taxi.

[g-xix]

🔞White Mustang | WillNE

Summary: In which WillNE moves to Cusco, Peru in search of business as a mechanic, but finds his attention reverted to the woman across the street, who seems to blush at anything he has to say | Shy Peruvian!reader x Mechanic!WillNE Notes: 13.7k (LONG) fic, contains sexual themes, swearing and drinking. Inspo: this edit, the read-along playlist (best played in order), WillNE's Peru vid

song: perfect pair, Beabadoobe

There was something about that new guy that'd moved in opposite you. Tall with dark hair, messily slicked back to expose the milky pale skin and husky stubble, forearms and biceps showing definition with every movement as he pulled the bonnet of his car down, wiping his hands over a rag and raking his fingers back through the black locks with his eyes closed - head leaned back and adams apple bobbing, illuminated within the golden Peruvian sunglow which seemed to wash his skin with a rich tint.

You couldn't tell what it was about him, as you peeked through the creamy blinds which covered your window - paper shutters slicing back into the pads of your fingers as if telling you to stop being so nosy - the humidity making a sweat prickle over your bare shoulders as you found yourself staring at his own body, covered in a thin sheen of sweat as he'd worked on the bumper all day, wearing simply a wife beater and black, worker trousers.

He turned over his right shoulder, shocking you and causing you to stumble back from the blinds - knees bending as your calves hit a stool, toppling your body backwards with a bang as you messily attempted to escape being caught watching your hot new neighbour.

Hot? You repeated incredulously at yourself. Get a grip, one new face and you're already developing a crush... He hasn't even been here a WEEK and you're already getting heated up about him, get a hobby or something, woman...

The dinging of your oven was what eventually broke your mental berating, reminding you of the brownies you had decided to make as a little welcome gift for the neighbour two hours ago, when you hadn't quite seen him properly.

Now, the idea of walking up to the unreadable neighbour with a tray of baked goods felt a little bit silly.

Regardless, you picked yourself up and off of the space you'd collapsed onto, pulling the metal tray out and accidentally giving yourself a minor burn on the arm you'd fallen onto - leaving a bright red mark from the hot oven's side.

The air was heavy, sky painted a pomegranate pink with the purple twilight inching over the horizon and foreboding the night, hurrying your actions as you sliced the brownie into bite-sized squares - plating them up on a nice little dish that you'd hoped your mysterious neighbour would have the courtesy to return to you. 

Hurrying out of the door, you noticed that he had gone inside since you had last seen him from the window. Which made the process of giving him a little gift feel a lot more daunting, knowing that now you had to actually knock on his door and try to get his attention.

Your hand met the mahogany front door thrice, knocking at the wood before stepping back and waiting - looking down and only just noticing you hadn't exactly come in your best clothes: simply wearing a thin, white maxi skirt with an old Primark crop one of your friends had given - v-neck and thin straps perfect for dealing with the heat of the day, yet not so much the ideal outfit to greet someone with.

"One second, one secon'!" You were mildly surprised to hear a thick accent from behind the door, English and definitely Northern of some sort. 

And after a second or so, the door did swing open - yourself emitting a little gasp as you saw the man behind wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, hair dampened and a white towel slung around his neck. Yet for some reason, between the two of you, you were the one that flushed at the cheeks and broke eye contact abruptly, whilst he leaned against the doorframe with an unbothered grin, eyeing you up and down and smirking at your demurity. 

"Can I help you?" He brought your eye contact back as he asked the question, teasing lilt in his voice going straight over your head due to your flustered nature, only entertaining the brunet further. 

"U-uhm, sorry, yeah," You brushed your hair over your shoulder and took a breath to steady yourself, embarrassment already building within your throat from how much of as mess you felt you were. "You're new here? I baked some brownies sorta as a - uhm - welcome gift as your opposite neighbour..."

Holding up the plate of brownies, you watched as his expression fought mild surprise, looking up with a flattered grin.

"For me?" He repeated, steadying the plate which you handed to him. 

"Yeah, thought it'd be a nice little gift... Although I wouldn't be too flattered until you've tried them - I might've left them in for a bit long..."

He picked a brownie from the bunch, biting into one end and chewing with his eyebrows pinched together as if concentrating on assessing the taste, though his brows raised back up with a few head nods.

"You said you made these? They're fuckin' lovely - here -" His appreciation was cut short as he thrust the bitten brownie to your own face, holding it at perfect eye-level for you to take a bite... right from the piece he'd just eaten from. 

You weren't offput or disgusted by his action, but you were undeniably blushing from something more... guilty about the way you slightly liked his unfiltered confidence, uncaring of how you would respond to the almost intimate action - slotting the sweetness between your lips and biting down to take a chunk, your lips brushing over his fingers as you took your bite before pulling away, chewing down and barely even noticing the rich, chocolate taste under the intense eye contact which you held with him. 

"I think you've got something jus'-" He reached out, fingers finding the underside of your face, delicately leaning your chin just ever-so-slightly upwards so that his thumb brushed over the corner of your mouth, pulling away with a chocolate smudge over his finger before bringing it up to his lips, licking it away with a near pop sound with such unwavering eye contact you felt obliged to be the one to break it as heat spread across your entire face. "Didn't catch your name, sweetheart, I'm Will, just moved from London - can probably tell I'm from Newcastle by the accent, though."

"Right, yeah," You nodded, despite your heartrate erratically beating as though it was trying to rip through your ribcage. "New 'round here... How come you decided to move?"

"Business." He grinned, arms crossing over one another, having placed the tray on a nearby coffee table, you watched as his forearms redefined from the butter gold streetlamp's dim shine, the soft contour of the sculpted muscles making another round of sweat prickle over your back as a gentle gust of wind moved his hair a bit. "I'm a mechanic - down in the town - my old business partners moved here a few years ago 'n' I thought I'd join, given everything..."

"Mechanic, huh..." You pondered, now understanding why you'd seen him at the beautiful White Mustang all day. 

"Yeah, your car or any vehicle ever need any sort of fixing then I'm your man," He spoke with a wink, enabling you to laugh with him to cover up any signs of being flustered, this time. 

You observed the muscles on his arms a little more, the subtle definition and even the outline of the veins that laced around them, like lightning bolts wrapping around the dense forearms that lead up to bulging triceps and built delts which gave the illusion of a strong, broad chest and shoulders-

And you hadn't even realised that the two of you had stopped laughing, and your checking out had become not-so-subtle, as you made even contact with neighbour Will, who had a brow raised - half of his lip curled in all-knowing amusement. 

Embarrassing. 

"I-I think I'll head home now... You know, considering it's getting a bit dark n all-"

You attempted to slip away, scurry back into your house and away from being any further ridiculed for stupidity, though as you turned over your shoulder, you felt a hand on your arm prevent you from leaving.

Whipping back over your shoulder to see what held you back, Will's hand encompassed your wrist - firmly to hold you there - yet not forcefully to scare you. No, his eyes simply fixed on your skin, particularly two marks that had bloomed across the otherwise clearness.

"Oh, I just fell over and bruised myself today - they're nothing really," You rushed out as you yourself noticed the red burn alongside the darkened purple bruise. "Just some stupid accidents, y'know?"

His hand fell from your wrist, head shaking slightly before looking up with a small smile. "Right, my bad," he picked himself up from the doorframe, static electricity still playing over where his skin had touched your own. "You have a good night, I'll see you 'round."

"Yeah... you too."

As you wandered back to your house opposite the neighbour, all too aware of his eyes still on your back as you crossed the road and stepped through to your house, you couldn't say that your short discussion with neighbour-Will had you any less discombobulated.

song: My Love Mine All Mine, Mitski

Will played on your mind for the next few days. As you went between work commutes, late-nights on your laptop and occasional walks to the nearby market. 

Mainly, the fact that since that encounter, you hadn't seen him since. When you woke up to drive to work, his car was already gone. Return from work? He hadn't. Only sometimes during the early hours of the morning, you'd hear what sounded like his thick accented voice, alongside another Brit with a more typical posh accent. 

Only when the week groggily rolled around, from Sunday all the way through the undulatingly boring weekdays, back around to Friday - did you walk out to see Will stood at his car, tucking a spanner into the glovebox - the mere presence of the attractive neighbour that you hadn't seen in a while making your heart jump into your throat, skip excitedly manifest into your step as he looked up and saw you - smile spreading across his face.

"Look who it is," He greeted, holding an arm out at his side to introduce a side hug which you gladly agreed to, feeling his skin (warmed from the sun) blanket around your shoulder. "Haven't seen you in a while."

"No, been a whole week." You agreed, looking up to catch a glimpse of that face once more, having been mentally scolding yourself for the entirety of the past week for not looking at Will's face hard enough to clearly remember what it looked like. Dark brows, grey irises and a light stubble over his strong jawline; he was undeniably good-looking.

"You got any plans for tonight?" Will questioned, his middle finger tapping against the red body of the car in such a way you questioned whether he was a smoker. And whilst you personally weren't one to smoke, something about the thought of him leaning his head back with his adams apple bobbing as he exhaled a cloud, long fingers clutching the cigarette and stubbing it out - you felt yourself clenching your thighs together subconsciously, having to shake your head to remove the thoughts and answer Will's answer instead.

"Not really, I've got quite a boring night planned, just staying home, I think..." You spoke, almost shrivelling into yourself as you realised how boring you must come across to him. He seemed interesting - or at least like he did more interesting stuff than you. 

"So you're free?" He looked up, lips curving into a smirk that made you feel heat rising to your neck.

"Depends what for..."

"Well, there's a bar I found down in the town aaand I was hoping I could check it out with someone who might be more... local." He smiled at you, taking his tongue between his teeth afterwards and looking at you with prospecting eyes. "You wanna come down, tonight?"

"Tonight as in... Like, eight?" You were stunned to hear him asking you out. "Like, us, together, going out tonight...?"

"Us, together, tonight, eight o'clock." Will doubled down with a grin on his face at the shock you couldn't hide.

"U-uhm, shit, yeah let's do it, just... knock on my door and we can... go then." 

"It's a date, then." Will winked, pushing himself off from his car and surprising you with his height, gently pushing a strand of hair over your shoulder before saying "See you then," queueing you to cross back to your house with an overwhelming blush all over your face - shutting the door behind you before sliding to the floor with your back still against the door - placing your head in your hands in inexplicable feeling.

What. The. Fuck.

You weren't used to being asked out. Especially not that confidently - in person - by someone you'd known for barely a week... And now that you think of it, was he really asking you out in a romantic way? Everyone who lived nearby was either old or a family with children; was he just looking for a friend somewhat his age? 

And that stupid smile came back into your head, then, the crease of his eyes, the curve of his lips, the way he took his lower lip between his teeth whenever he was thinking...

You smacked the palm of your hand into your forehead to wake yourself up. Pull yourself together. 

Go get yourself a drink, your internal monologue spoke to you. Go and get yourself something to drink and ease yourself so you're not a stammering, awkward mess around him - and then go get yourself in something nice - even if he just wants to be friends, that doesn't mean you need to dress down or act any differently. Just get out there and enjoy. And right now, just get ready to enjoy. 

Song: Glue Song, Beabadoobee

"And don't you jus' look bloody gorgeous?" The tall Geordie commented as soon as you opened the door, leaning back against his car with his arms crossed and a smirk plastered across those lips as he looked you up and down, taking in the short skirt and top combination, your hair thrown over your shoulders and looking silky smooth as you closed the door, swishing as you turned over your right shoulder with dark liner and pinked lips that gave you an almost ethereal beauty despite the typical club sort-of clothes you wore.

You on the other hand, couldn't help but admire Will - wearing a white button up with blue paisley details that matched the navy bottoms he wore - (slutty) pearl necklace peeking out from beneath his collar, and his hair messily slicked back just like how you'd first seen it styled. He looked damn good. 

"What can I say, we both clean up nice," You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, stepping down the porch and allowing Will to open the passenger door to let you in (the chivalry of course warming your heart; something you'd thought a romance myth proved viable in reality) before getting into the driver's seat himself, resting one hand against the wheel and propping the other up on the windowsill - legs lazily manspread within the footwell - looking so effortless whilst he smoothly manoeuvred the car into the main road, you felt your core heating from your own seat.

The car you'd seen time and time again from your window was a beautiful ride. The convertible roof pulled back, exposing you to the warm night's breeze - and the speed Will drove at was just fast enough - sending you through the town at good pace, whilst the gentle winds lapped at your hair, making the strands lick at the sides of your face, the liberating feeling of the breeze against your tan skin allowing you to relax - melting into the creamy leather seats which were still warmed, from having soaked in the Sun's infrared rays during the day.

You could've fallen asleep in his car, you felt, as you watched Will's fingers meet the centre console, long digits messing with the volume dial until you heard a familiar oldie begin playing in the background - Unchained Melody - The Righteous Brothers sang their mellow tune through the speakers, Will's fingers tapping against the wheel and almost lulling you to sleep, despite the fact the night had even started... Yet as you neared the town, the familiar buzz of conversation and frenzied local nightlife met your ears, awakening you with the spill of music from nightclubs with open doors, and even street performers trying to earn some money, gathering little crowds who clapped or danced, whooping with enjoyment in their little masses.

The Mustang slowed down, pulling onto a spot on the side of the road before the engine rumbled to a stop, indicating the real start of the night as Will accompanied you out of the car - walking along the sidewalk alongside each other... When you realised:

"Will, where are we actually going?"

"New bar, like I said - it's called Cuzco Cantina, jus' a road down from here - I think one of my mates might even be playing tonight," He furrowed his brows in thought of the prospect. His hand wrapped around your far shoulder, pulling you closer into his body as a group of kiddos ran past the two of you, giggling with little fried picarones and surprising you momentarily, causing your hand to stabilise yourself against Will's chest - the movement enabling you to feel the firmness of his body beneath, clearly well sculpted and defined beneath the shirt - making a blush rise up to your face at the intimate contact before your hand dropped back down to your side. But you were no stranger to the fact that Will's arm remained comfortably around your shoulders even once the kids had passed.

You crossed through the street, admiring the corner shop which now donned flashing LEDs to to create a hazy green glow, illuminating the path ahead - something you had forgotten about since you'd not left the house at night in so long. It almost felt funny that Will was the one to ask you whether you could 'show him around the town', considering you'd not seen your town at night in too long - and the fact you could hear Will's voice in the 3ams of the night from your bedroom window only further told you that he might have a greater understanding of the town's nightlife than you did. 

The pink LEDs from a loud bar captured your interest as you read the sign above - Cuzco Cantina - Will's hand detaching from your shoulders to pull the door open and allow you in first, exposing you to a seemingly club-bar hybrid, with a serving space on one side, seating on another, and staged platform further down. The room jostled with activity and buzzed with life, the ambience of gentle clinks and thuds of the glass mugs against the wooden tables and pleasant hum of conversation lingering within the cooled air - still slightly heavy from the outside's rising humidity, yet countered by a few fans and cooling panels on the ceiling. 

"What d'you drink?" Will questioned as he pullet his wallet out, leading the conversation to a pair of barstools. 

"Oh, uhm, I'm not a very heavy drinker... I'll take any beer - Cusqueña Premium if they have one," You dug in your purse for the spare change you could find in the wallet which seemed to be stuck under all your other junk.

"Don't even try pay  - two Cusqueña Premiums, please, Sir -  " Will stopped you, interrupting himself to address the bartender.

"Well I can't just have you pay for my drink-"

"Yes you can." Will intervened, pushing his money over the counter in exchange for two ice cold and deliciously fresh seeming dark brown bottles, icy droplets still dripping down the side as though they were fresh out of an advert. "If I don' pay for you all the other men in here will try be trying to buy drinks for you."

You blushed at the compliment he gave, pulling the beer to your lips and taking a sip - looking off to the side to try and avoid him seeing the blush over your cheeks - though as you turned, you realised Will wasn't just flattering you... Some men had turned their heads and were definitely checking the pretty girl at the bar out.

Conversation bloomed between yourself and Will however, as he picked up a few questions about your job, your interests, your life... 

He made a nice change to your evening. Whilst most days you'd be in bed on your laptop by nine, it felt nice being outside, sat opposite someone for a change. And Will was such wonderful company. Date or not. He was so selfless - throwing question after question at you - and not shy to back down or back out of anything, his humour so flattering and simultaneously crude that you felt yourself get stitches from laughter multiple times.

"What's happening over there?" You squinted, watching a couple men scurry on and off stage, setting up a drum kit and a couple of microphones.

"Live music Fridays," Will tapped against the blackboard reading exactly those words behind him, nailed up against one of the wooden beams connected to the ceiling, creating a rustic warmth 'round the building. "This guy's James, one of my mates - comes round every so often."

You tuned in, hearing James' voice as he helped the drummer adjust his drum pedal.

"That the one who comes by your house at like, 3am every night?" You questioned, only realising the stupidity of the question after it'd left your mouth. Maybe that sounded just a little bit too specific and gave a stalker-y impression. Though you had to admit, that RP diction that fell from James' lips was undeniably similar to the voice you'd heard just yesterday (and the days before that) from the house opposite yours. 

"That's the guy," Will brushed over your stalker-ish tendencies (much to your relief), instead lifting his beer by the neck of the bottle and taking a swig before getting up and out of his seat - standing up with an outstretched hand and a devious grin as he put his beer down. "We gonna go or what?"

"Pardon?" You raised your brows and asked.

"Come up, before everyone hogs the floor and we're out back besides the bar." Will restated like it was obvious. You turned to look at the stage, seeing as a few people had already gotten up and out of their seats to stand below live-music-man, who had began his little pre-concert chat with the audience. 

"I don't really dance." You stated, shaking your leg slightly. You did dance. In fact, you'd been part of the underground freestyle scene for many years as a teen. You just didn't know whether it'd be awkward or not, and did you really want to take that risk with Will.

"Like fuck you don't dance, I know a dancer body when I see one -" His words made you choke on your drink, redness rising to your cheeks at the compliment laced within his words. "C'mon sweetheart, we don't even have to dance - we can sit right back down as soon as you aren't enjoying yourself - yeah?"

Will noticed your expression. Considering, but not sold.

You sighed and caved. "Fine-" Will cheered at your agreement.-, "-BUT as soon as it's too much I'm sitting RIGHT BACK HERE-!" Will had grabbed onto your hand and was too busy pulling you into the thickening company to even let you think about returning to the bar.

song: Duvet, Boa

You did end up returning to the bar. 

Not because you didn't like the atmosphere and being back to back with people, looking up into Will's eyes and bopping your head to the pop-rock guitar and drums that played from the stage - rather because you were getting so into the songs that you needed to rehydrate yourself with a few more drinks (which Will insisted on paying).

But as a cause of not drinking water a single time you went to the bar, you could feel yourself getting bit by bit more tipsy as the night continued, not realising just how drunk you were however, until you went from holding Will's hand and doing your little side-to-side dance, to bent over in front of him, still with your hand attached to his above your head, hips flush against his and dancing leaving no room for self respect. 

And the two of you were loving it.

"Thank you for coming tonight, that's me done, I hope you all enjoyed!" 

You joined in with the crowd that'd grown as time progressed, cheering as James Marriott took a bow alongside the band, the crowd dissipating and leaving with jovial chatter, electricity of the loud guitar and shouted songs still buzzing within the room.

"Bet you're happy you got up now, 'ey?" Will's arm found it's arm around your shoulders, his accent thicker with a few drinks in his body - the alcohol within your system boosting your mood and confidence as well, as your hand reached up to the one that lingered on your shoulder, interlacing your fingers with his whilst you giggled a reply.

"Over the moon, glad you invited me out," You spoke with honesty, giving a little shiver as you stepped outside with Will, the humid warmth having left the atmosphere within the early hours of the morning, leaving your arms to prickly with goosebumps at the uncomfortable coolness of the night.

Will detached his arm from yours, leaving you to turn to him with a betrayed expression at the cold that rushed your side from his lack of contact, feeling berefted until you realised he'd taken off his jacket, and was holding it up by the shoulders, opened up so that you could slip into it.

"C'mon, can't have you catching a cold the first time you agree to come out with me," Will shook the jacket with a bit of added persistence. 

"You sure you won't get cold, though?" You asked, Will just shaking his head. Too weighed down  by the dopiness of drinking, you just nodded with agreement and slipped into the oversized leather, feeling the inner lining warm your body, having retained the heat from Will's body. 

As Will opened the car door, you collapsed into the passenger seat, turning around and stretching as well, allowing yourself to comfortably sprawl over the centre console and Will's side also - lying across his lap without a care in the world.

"Y'alright, pet?" He asked almost cautiously, slightly worried upon seeing you sprawled out across his lap, clearly the alcohol taking it's effects more and more as time went on.

"Mhmof course," You responded, your hand placing high on his thigh as you lifted yourself up and off of his lap, instead plopping your head against his shoulder. "We should go out more often, I had like, so much fun, you couldn't even imagine."

"Oh I can imagine," Will's smirk was ubiquitous in his voice, his fingers dancing over your face to push strands of hair behind your ear whilst you felt his other hand inching over your thigh, palm sitting graciously over the soft skin whilst his thumb rubbed over your inner thigh with a teasing tempo, almost making you want to move his hand up higher.

Though you refrained from your impulsive urges and instead pulled yourself up and off of Will's shoulder, wanting to see his face again. 

He stared back at you whilst your eyes zipped across his face, taking in every ruggedly handsome feature of his face, all the way from the purple sweeping lines like paintbrush strokes beneath his eyes, to the little galaxies of freckles across his nose, each one a little pinprick star across his milky pale skin - eyes two glowing orbs of nameless colours - a symphony of greys and greens and ambers.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer."

"I don't wanna take a picture, I wanna admire you whilst you're here in front of me." You mumbled your response. "Beautiful eyes."

Will was stunned by your confidence - his laid-back and cool demeanour only slightly thrown off by your forwardness, drastically juxtaposing the shy and flustered personality he'd found himself falling for over the past few days. 

It was untellable whether it was the weight of your body that drew you closer to him, alcohol fastening gravity's control over your body and letting you shorted that gap between him - or genuine acting upon inhibitions that made you lean closer into the man opposite you, eyes dilating and focussing on the almost delicious pink of his lips that seemed to be edging ever so closer to yours also...

You could feel his breathing fanning across your own lips, cool stream of air making the lipgloss across your lips feel colder and almost icy, almost begging for his lips to crash on top of yours and warm them up with his own -

"WILL, D'YOU WAIT FOR ME?" 

You jumped apart at the loud shout from further down the street, separating you from Will as the noiseless hum of the night was broken by a shout from just besides the lit cornershop - burly man with dark hair and a guitar fastened 'round his back ambling closer to the car.

"Yep, sure I did you great big donut," Will responded, agitation underlying within his tone as he withdrew his hand from your thigh, whilst the smiley James Marriott spotted you within the front seat.

"No way, absolutely loved your stuff up there, you're completely... Rockstar material." You splurged your praises, watching as James' face lit up with every little word.

"You really think?!" James almost exclaimed, opening the back door and putting his guitar safely in before clambering in himself. "Fucked up the chords for the opening songs."

"You really can't tell," You assured him, "You sounded like all those rock artist bands I see my girlfriends in England go to concerts for."

"My God you are a flatterer - Will, you never told me you had any friends that were actually nice-"

"He's not gonna shut up now you've started him," Will grumbled from besides you, revving the engine as he pulled out and sped down the street, making you laugh and lean back into the warm leather as you felt the wind sensation on your face once more - arms thankfully covered by Will's jacket, providing your body a fraction of warmth against the cold winds whilst James provided talking entertainment from the backseat until you found yourself back at your house.

"Right, are you staying at mine tonight then?" Will turned to ask James, James nodding with a little please, which Will obliged to with only a slightly begrudging nature in his voice.

You yourself stepped out with wobbly legs, body tired and almost begging for sleep, not used to late nights and drinking anything more than a glass of wine within one night. Will tossed  his keys to James so that he could let himself in - Will instead focussing his attention on you, and getting you to your house without falling or doing anything drunkenly stupid.

"Hey, pretty boy," You smiled up at the man who'd attached himself to your side. His hand sat on your waist, large fingers encompassing the space of your hip, protectively sat there so perfectly you considered taking his hand within yours and leading him upstairs to your room. Obviously just a drunken thought. But the size of his hands in comparison to your body was a thought which most definitely had you feeling something within your core. 

"Heya gorgeous," You paralleled your words, getting you up the stairs without a hassle. "Keys?"

You slot your keys into the door with minimal problem, twisting the lock with a click before turning away from your house to return back to your moment with Will, not quite wanting to say goodnight and end your time with Will, yet.

 Choosing to wrap your arms around him instead, your pulled Will into an embrace, letting your head sit against his chest as his own arms wrapped around your waist, hands folding together just above your behind, pulling you closer into his body as well.

"You know you gotta go in there and go to sleep, right?" Will chided, his voice husky and quiet, and chest sending vibrations through your body from the lowness of his voice - grounding you and reminding you of the close proximity between the two of you which only draw you closer to him.

"Can you come with me?" You requested, even shocking yourself with the statement. "I don't wanna end it with you here, tonight..."

There was a pause between the two of you, Will digesting the words and having to genuinely consider the prospect. 

"You need some sleep," Will spoke slowly, persisting despite the groan that left your mouth. "I don't wanna have you regret anything in the morning, you go to sleep and we can talk then, yeah?"

You let out a whine, and Will sighed in response.

"C'mon my girl-"

"Pleeaaase?" You looked up at Will, pupils blown out and expression so angelic as his eyes met yours - cheekbone softly outlined by the dim streetlight a few houses across. 

"Right love," Will bend slightly so that he was eye level with you, staring deeply into your eyes to maintain your attention as he spoke slowly. "I want you to go up, take your makeup and your dress off and put on some pyjamas - drink some water or eat some food if you need - and... I'll come over in an hour or so, yeah?"

You were convinced as soon as he'd made his promise. Pressing a kiss to his cheek, you happily bade a short farewell, skipping into your house and doing exactly what Will had said - the sight of his grey eyes and face so close to yours relaying through your mind as you brushed your teeth, slipping into a nice silky pair of shorts and camisole instead of the normal spiderman PJs you would don. 

It was hot. Too hot. And so you cracked a window ajar, letting the sweet flow of the cool nighttime air into your room.

Jumping into your bed, you giggled as you looked at the time on your phone, audibly groaning at the sight of another forty-five minutes until an hour had passed and Will would join you in bed. 

Oh, Will...

Evanescent snippets of senses passed in and out of memory as you recalled the night - how Will had opened the door of the car for you, and how fresh and delicious he smelled as you had traversed the street together - the feeling of his hands over your waist and body as you'd danced at the club together - the way your faces were so close in that car you could practically feel static dancing between your lips, and almost taste the beer that lingered over his tongue -  his eyes grey and speckled with starry little nebulas as he'd talked to you outside the house a mere few minutes before, hair still slicked back, except the few strands that had messily sprung back over his face - shirt unbuttoned and pearl necklace almost teasingly peeking out from beneath his collar...

You could almost feel his fingers dancing over your wrists, beckoning further up your arm and pulling a strand of hair behind your ear - tracing down over your lips and the vulnerability of your neck until his fingers wrapped around the thin strap of your cami - pulling the silky material slowly down...

A heavy breath fell from your lips as your hand wrapped around your exposed breast, cupping the pliant flesh as your other hand explored further down your body, not bothering to pull your shorts off, but rather to simply move the skimpy material to the left and expose your already dampened core to your fingers - middle fingers swiping up your slit until you made a high noise at the stimulation of your sensitive spot, eyes rolling back and closing whilst your back arched off of the bed.

You rolled over onto your front, hips arching off the mattress as the pillow stifled an embarrassing moan - eyes already closed yet crushing together in the moment as you felt a pang whilst your fingers shaped tight circles and made your thighs shake whilst you imagined it was Will that was here -  between your legs, doing this to you. As though it were his forearms that clasped around your thighs and pulled your hips up - those long fingers running between your folds, collecting your arousal and pressing tight circles over your delicate bud and bringing you ever closer to your orgasm as he muttered sweet little nothing into your ear with that sexy accent you'd grown a passion for.... 

Truly unable to control yourself, your lips quivered, shakily pressing together and whispering,

"Ohmygod, Will..."

song: Sweater Weather, the Neighbourhood 

Will groaned as he saw James searching his fridge upon entering his house.

"C'mon James I told you before - I don't have shit in my fridge, if you wanna eat you've gotta tell me before and then I can get you a take-out -"

"D'you fuckin' bake?" James turned around with a plate of brownies in hand. "Or did you get weed brownies."

"No I don't bake, and they're not weed brownies," Will huffed at his friend's poor assumptions. "That's her homewarming little gift or whatever. Help yourself to them, I don't like brownies."

"Say less," James mumbled, pulling them out of the fridge and setting them on the coffee table opposite the sofa which he lay across, pulling a blanket over his makeshift bed. "That girl you brought to the gig you said made them?"

"Yeah, that's the one." Will paced the kitchen. "She's asked me to come over to stay with her tonight."

"You going?"

"Hell no," Will shot James a look. "She's drunk off her ass, I told her I'd come - hopes are she's too drunk n falls asleep without remembering." 

"You like her?" James questioned, biting into a baked good. "Cuz she makes damn good brownies."

Will rolled his eyes. "She isn't nothing special to me."

"Still not over just fucking around..." James sighed at his friend.

"What's that mean?" Will felt affronted.

"That means you're treating a good girl like she isn't shit and it's painful to see."

"Good girl" Will scoffed at the name, turning his back on his friend. "You're talking bullshit, James, either get a drink or go to sleep."

"You know I don't drink."

"Smoke?" Will pulled a pack out of his back pocket, flicking the cardboard lid open to reveal the packaged carcinogens. 

"You know I quit those years ago." James huffed, shaking his head as he removed his glasses. "You should too. They're bad for you, y'know."

"Yeah I know." Will bluntly responded, words slightly muffled by his lips which clenched down on the paper between his lips, reaching into his other pocket to find a lighter.

"Go smoke that shit outside man, not all of us want to die at thirty." 

Will rolled his eyes at his dramatic friend, huffing as he switched the light off and exit the room, shoving the front door open and dropping onto the wooden chair on his porch, covering the lighter's flame with his hand as he ignited the end of his cigarette, letting little embers glow orange as he pulled the chemicals into his body with an inhale -  letting a cloud obscure the moon above as he exhaled.

Looking up, Will noticed lights on, coming from your house. Upstairs and dimly lit. Like a bedside lamp. And the windows open. 

He sighed at your eagerness earlier - the pleas, the way you held his hand, your wide innocent eyes as you looked up at him...

You were too innocent for your own good. Too sweet, too pliant, too good. 

And yet something about that made Will want you - want to corrupt you even more. He loved seeing how you got shy; you couldn't keep eye contact and couldn't conceal your blush when he mentioned something even slightly flattering. He felt almost powerful, at the way he could choose just slightly different words, or say something with just a slight lilt in his voice, and that was the catalyst for you to start talking quickly or stumble over your words...

Will pulled another drag of his cigarette, leaning back as he exhaled the foggy grey - though he was pulled out of his seat and up onto his feet as he heard his name called.

Faintly. 

It wasn't loud - and it wasn't from his own house...

Hopping out of his seat, Will stepped down the from his porch into the main street, looking down either way and unsurprised to see nobody out and about in the early AMs of the morning - yet confused by where the sound of his name came from.

He stood for a minute or so.

And there was nothing.

And so Will assumed it was perchance just his own delusions, his mind hearing thing that didn't exist - his brain trying to tell him to go to sleep.

Turning around to return back to his house, his room, and go to sleep - he heard it again.

Coming from your house.

Your  voice, high and sweet, breathy and so quiet it was almost impossible to hear. 

And just when he thought he'd missed it, it came from your open window again. 

The sound of his name, rolling so sweetly from your tongue, almost... moaning it... Will felt himself getting hot - his skin prickle at the knowledge he shouldn't hear this, he shouldn't know how you pleasured yourself for him - and  yet something about it was so... so...

The tightening of Will's trousers was enough to explain how Will felt from the noises you made. 

Will could feel a smirk tracing over his lips, tugging up the corners of his mouth until his teeth peeked from beneath, and he brought his cigarette back up to his lips to take another drag - breathing the drug in before blowing it upwards, a stream of smoke directed towards your open window - like some sort of dark and corrupted air-kiss towards your innocently unknowing self up in your bedroom. 

Grin still unwipeable from his face, Will allowed himself to close his eyes and tune into the mellifluous sigh and highness of your voice as his name - "Will" - filled his thoughts and his memories, letting his ego rise up to his chest as he returned back to his porch and shut the door behind him - hand pressing over his trousers, palming and stimulating the bulge beneath his trousers- letting his head fall back with his eyes closed, groaning lowly at the feeling of his head rubbing over the rough material and pushing his hips off and away from the wall to press himself into his hand more, chasing that stimulation as the sound of your voice ricocheted from wall to wall of his skull; an echo-chamber of your lewd moans that caused him to let out another groan. 

What the fuck was going on with his neighbour and what the fuck was it doing to him...

Song: Daddy Issues, The Neighbourhood

The headache you woke with the next morning was truly diabolical. 

It was like someone was drilling away at your skull - a builder bashing his hammer against your forehead at the same, constant, metronome pace which had you elicit a groan at the feeling.

"Y'alright sunshine?" The Geordie yell from across the street made you wince at the noise, the brutal sunlight lasering into your eyes with intensity of a burning hot fire. 

"Do I look like it?" You grumbled, not making eye contact with the tall man who stood all too jovially in his driveway, white shirt and black worker cargos accompanied with a sunshine smile and jolly mug between his hands, likely holding some iced tea or coffee.

"C'mon, how you doing after yesterday?" Will crossed the street to join you at your car, making you turn your back so that he couldn't see your face. Puffy from the drinking and sleeping on your front alongside the lack of makeup you'd opted for - you were really hoping Will wasn't interested in conversation today morning. "You know, considering you were quite drunk... D'you remember everything?"

You hadn't even considered what you did and didn't remember - your mind all too blurry having woken up with your clothes discarded from your body - freezing from that and the window which was kept ajar all night - memories flooding back of how you had ended your night, mind infiltrated and intoxicated with lustful thoughts of Will which had you feeling shameful all morning as you brushed your teeth and raked your brush through a knotty head of hair.

One thing you certainly remembered was asking Will to come inside and come back with you, which was undeniably embarrassing in hindsight - your unfiltered thoughts seeing the light of day for a mere second, and serving to do nothing but embarrass you. 

"Yep." You nodded.

"Ya like the date?" Will cast his dazzling grin, watching as a pink flush unfurled over your cheeks at the reminder that last night wasn't all embarrassing. Despite your drunken mishaps, you had indeed enjoyed the date prior - the night of dancing regardless of the songs you had no idea of - the laughter, the smiles, the time you had spent with someone.

You hadn't previously lived with a friend. Or lived near to a friend, anyways.

No, following your studies which had kept you close to your friends, everyone separated and moved further away for their occupations, and rendered you isolated. It had been too long since you'd been out with someone, and going out with you neighbour yesterday was a reminder of days of clubbing and going out - enjoying the nights alongside your girl-friends. 

"Yeah," You breathed with a smile dancing over your lips. "Thank you, the date was lovely."

Will was satisfied by your response, and leant back onto you car in response - his tall frame resting back against the shiny metal, supporting his weight for just a moment before his brows furrowed in confusion as he made contact with the vehicle - lifting himself up and whipping around as though bemused by the car.

"What's wrong?" Your own brows furrowed in concern at Will's confusion. 

The mechanic bent from the hips, lowering himself to get eye-level with the wheels.

"D'you realise you have nails in your car wheel?" Will piqued a brow as he looked back up at your concerned expression - your own brows flying up as your eyes widened in shock, as you in fact did not realise that.

"WHAT?" The exclamation fell from your lips in shock...Just two days ago when you'd come home from work they'd been absolutely fine.

"Yeah, look, that's completely flat," Will clucked his tongue. "I'm going into the garage today - you want me to get that wheel replaced?"

"You would?" A gasp left your throat at the kind offer. You'd forgotten how absolutely wonderful it was to have multi-skilled friends who were able to offer services or help with different issues you were completely clueless on.

"Yeah 'course." Will nodded his head with a little smile towards you. "Why wouldn't I help y'out?" 

You gave a shrug, blush dusted over your face at the kind gesture. You weren't really used to niceties, quite frankly. And goddamn was Will a nicety. 

"Let's jus' get it out the road, then I can attach it to my car n get it to the garage, yeah?"

Will graciously got into your Ford Fiesta and was the one to pull your car out onto the drive before getting into his car and positioning it just in front so that he could attach his rear to your bumper, essentially towing your car.

Popping his head out the window - arm resting along the windowsill, Will pulled his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose to look you up and down.

"You wanna come to the garage with me for the day?... Given I'm taking your car n it'll be easier for you to take it home..."

You pondered on Will's request for a moment. You weren't exactly dressed all that good to be going out, and you hadn't done any makeup either... But it was a Saturday which meant your work wouldn't interfere with the opportunity, plus Will wasn't wrong - it would be easier to just go with him...

"Right, one sec then-"

You quickly opened your car and dug through the glovebox to find your travel makeup kit - hopping into Will's car which had the convertible roof drawn up and covering the two of you from the grey clouds and cooler conditions of the day.

"You're too pretty to feel pressure to put on fucken' makeup." Will muttered as he twisted his keys, adjusting his wing mirror and making you roll your eyes as you tapped your liquid blush over your cheeks to mask the natural blush that the underlying compliment had you fostering.

songs: Birthday Sex, Jerimiah -> White Mustang & Black Beauty, both by Lana Del Ray, for when you see Will's italics.

You were incredibly hot in the garage.

Not from the hot engines and sweltering heat of the day, but from watching him work.

Garage heating up, temperatures on the rise - Will took his overjacket off and revealed those delicious biceps that had you feeling whorish as you shamelessly stared at the brunet at work - muscles flexing beneath the grease-stained shirt as he worked on a car that'd been brought in just the other day. His hand met his forehead - pushing beads of sweat from exertion to the side, pushing his mullet back - slicked with effort and revealing more of his face whilst he worked, letting you focus on how his adam's apple bobbed with the deep breaths he took - brows furrowing together whenever he put effort into an action, the rugged charm of the mechanic making it completely impossible to look away as you felt a flush creeping up your neck. 

The heat across your face was unmistakeable and irremovable at this point - but the heat that crept below your neckline and all the way to between your legs was something so intimately embarrassing, you could only feel your cheeks reddening further. 

Though you'd woken up ashamed, knowing what you'd fallen asleep thinking and doing last night - you realised that those feelings weren't just fleeting, embarrassing thoughts of a drunken version of yourself. Because you knew exactly what you were going to be doing tonight to ease that aching between your legs the very moment you returned home. 

Fuck, if you watched Will any longer you might just pull over to the side of the road as soon as you get the car back and relieve yourself right there and then.

The two other mechanics present were nice enough, too. One short one wearing a bandana 'round his mouth to keep the fumes out of his mouth as he worked on the fuel tank of one car - the other a built ginger with spikey hair who seemed to be something of Will's helper, but appeared to have a knack of just getting in the way.

Around halfway through the day, when you'd realised that whilst watching Will's muscles flexing as he used the wrench was good and all, but you'd prefer not to get heatstroke from staying in the steaming garage - you retired into the pleasant air conditioned staff room which Will had given you the passkey for.

Laying across two of the plastic chairs with broken arms, you fanned yourself with one of the dated magazines that lay across the coffee table. Of all days to be in a steaming hot garage, the hottest day of the year definitely made it difficult to fully appreciate the opportunity to observe Will's muscles and alluring presence whilst he worked. Especially when you were fearing you would pass out whenever Will turned and caught you staring - flashing a wink and making the heat feel ten times more intense.

"Ayup Ma'am," A London voice broke your midday siesta as you realised you'd been dozing off - snapping to attention and turning to face the door where bandana-man and ginger were stood in the doorway. "We're off on lunch break - d'you want to come - or for us to bring any refreshment for you?"

"Mmm-is Will going?" You mumbled, still feeling dozy from the overpowering heat. You wondered how the two of them were still wearing their thick-looking polos in the heat.

"He's staying - I think he's gonna finish your car then go on lunch break," The ginger one piped up, and you nodded. "Did you say you want us to bring you something?"

"Oh-err- any drink really, whatever's cheapest at wherever you go, please." Your request was met with a sure nod of the head, the shorter of the two grabbing the wallet from a jacket suspended besides the door before shutting the door and leaving you alone once more.

Alone only momentarily, though.

"Y'alright, love?" 

You internally groaned as you were interrupted once more, though your body's enthusiastic reaction to hearing the Northerner's voice spoke volumes about how annoyed you really were about being interrupted by your favourite mechanic.

"How's the car going?" You cracked an eye open to look up to Will, noticing his eyes jump up to meet yours upon noticing you'd removed your arm from over your eyes. And following the path of his eyes, you realised he'd been looking over and observing your resting body - the maxi skirt and the small crop top that had been shifted askew, having rested across the chairs, and now showing more cleavage than you thought you'd ever let Will see.

Your cheeks darkened at the obviousness of Will's actions - so unapologetic despite having been starting at your tits when he thought no one else would see. Sinful. Though you didn't readjust the top, as you noticed how Will licked his lips whilst his eyes flittered back down between your chest and eyes, and felt your thighs once again clenching around nothing.

"Jus' replaced that tyre, you can give it a spin."

You followed Will to the car, getting into the driver's whilst he got into the passenger seat on the other side, letting you ignite the engine and reverse out of the area, just driving a few metres across the garage. The car felt unreasonably slicker than normal, given all that Will had done was replace a tyre.

"Yeah, also pumped up the tyre pressure to just give you a smoother ride."

That'd explain the smoothness of the ride.

"Gosh, thank you so much Will - that's really perfect my word, you're truly a godsend," You thanked the man, truly wondering to God how such a perfect man had been dropped into your life so randomly. Thoughtful, helpful, romantic, actually likeable, respectful, sofuckingsexy-

"Aye that's no worries my love," Will wiped his hands over the cloth he's tucked into his trouser pockets, spreading his legs out in the footwell before looking back up at you. "That'd be two-hundred-n-fifty sol for that, though."

What?  Your jaw went slack, blankly staring back at the brunet as you digest his words. Two-hundred and fifty Sol. Fuck. 

"Uhm, w-what?" You couldn't get yourself to speak as you gulped down in fear. Your wallet was back home - in your bag - and fuck, you didn't really have two hundred to spare... Not for a fucking wheel anyways, when you still had you electricity and water bill to pay - and you knew your car needed fuelling, soon.

"Two hundred fifty sol for service and the wheel," Will repeated with a sure nod, interweaving his fingers together over your his middle as he looked towards you as though waiting for you to give him the two-fucking-hundred right then and there. 

"Will," You could feel bubbled of panic rising through your oesophagus and entire ventilation organ system at the realisation you owed money that you just didn't have- "I left my purse back home, I don't have two hundred on me - I don't have any money on me right now - other than maybe five sol in my glovebox - I literally just came here to the garage with nothing, I-I didn't realise-"

"Payment is payment," Will broke your panicked stutters and eye contact as he looked down to his lap. "You've gotta pay some way or another I'm afraid - and I can't exactly give you a return with this one, love."

Well fuck. You sat there. Arms crossed and head lowered, deep in thought about how you could maybe cut corners to pull together 250 sol... You could ask him to go home and give it to him later tonight when he returns from work...? And then that money would be taken from the electricity bill... But realistically you couldn't live without electricity for another week - Water bill...? Even worse idea, no showers and practically unable to cook - yeah, no...

"There... is another method of payment, y'know..."

Your head snapped to the right side of the car, perking up in hope as Will mentioned some form of out or alternate suggestion that could save you. He licked his lips, meeting your gaze momentarily before looking back down to his lap again.

"You know what form I'm gonna suggest, right?"

You shook your head, brows furrowing in confusion. Should you know what payment he was talking about...? Will almost seemed taboo as he beckoned you closer with two fingers to lean into him from over the central panel so that he could lean towards you also, pressing his lips to your ear and making goosebumps form along your skin as he said with a low, husky voice...

"It requires gettin' in the backseat."

Will watched - his smirk widening and increasing as your face so obviously showed your thoughts - the realisation spreading across your face, from the eyes that widened, lips that opened ajar, eyebrows raising in the realisation that... oh my God... Will's idea of an alternate payment was.... well...

Something you'd wanted. From last night to just fifteen minutes ago when you were envisioning him in your sensual siesta, heat between your legs almost begging for another round of fingering and whispering Will's name into your pillow. 

But here? 

In the garage where his co-workers would be returning back oh so soon from their lunch breaks, under the pretences that this is all just to pay off some bill, deciding to fuck before having your first proper, real kiss with Will...?

It felt so extortionate. You had real feelings for Will. And you thought he did, too... Which made it just so much more unnecessarily confusing that Will was proposing having sex just to pay off a bill. To have sex with you, as a meagre transaction. No romance, no intimacy, no feelings - just financial business. 

Your morals were all over the place, your mind firing into overdrive as you felt yourself picking apart and trying to figure out - did you want to fuck Will? Here and now? To avoid paying up? In such high risk where his friends could see you at any moment?

Will could see the mental battle through your face.

"Y/n," His words were ever so soft, drawing you from the chaos of your mind as his fingers found your jaw, pulling you to face him and let your eyes meet. That soothing chalky mix of powder greys-blues-and-greens, undulating waves washing over and cooling your fiery eyes, glazed with half-formed tears from fear and confusion. "Let's just start... Where we were last night."

You didn't realise what he was referencing until his lips were on top of yours.

Oh.

'Let's start from last night': from when you were drunk and across Will's lap, hand placed high on his thigh and leant over his centre panel instead of the panel of your ford fiesta - feeling the breath from his parted lips across your own, leaning in ever so closer and closer where you were so close to kissing-

You closed your eyes and melted into his lips, the taste of chocolate and cocoa butter across his lips delicious and making you chase his lips, your lips opening whilst his did also - synchronising with his rhythm and pushing yourself - pressing your lips further against his as though you wanted to taste more - you needed to feel more-

His hands came around the underside of your thighs, you noticed as you felt his teeth sinking into you lower lip - halting your kissing as you were stunned for a moment - shock lingering over your lips as they emit a gasp. Taking the opportunity for all it's worth - Will's hand gripped your leg and manhandled you across the centre panel - from the driver's seat to over the control panel and onto the passenger seat - on top of him - straddling him. His lips reconnected with yours. Hungrier, faster paced, ravenously, his tongue ravaged your mouth, sloppy open-mouthed kiss making your head absolutely spin as you finally gave yourself a chance to card your fingers through that irresistible mullet, that head of brown hair that you wanted between your thighs for what felt like so long.

Your lips detached, letting you suck in a well needed breath of air because holy shit had Will taken your breath away.

Will was relentless however, not stopping to catch any breath as his lips moved on from your lips to the flesh that was openly available for him - your neck - exposed and almost calling for him as you'd thrown your head back. Again, a gasp left your throat, eyes instantly snapping shut as you felt a sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck, Will's skilled mouth finding that sweet spot almost instantly, suctioning his mouth around the point before biting down and brushing his finger over the marking - moving to make another hickey over the collarbone that was exposed by the v-neck top. Whimpers fell from your throat as you opened your eyes- your thighs which landed on either side of Will's body clenching and squeezing his hips that were flush with yours, your body begging for stimulation from him... Though as you opened your eyes and looked up to the grey, material car ceiling just a mere few centimetres from your face, you could feel your moral conscience weighing down on you again. Quite literally pushing an admittance out of you.

"W-we shouldn't-" You spoke with a strained voice, as though your voice box and all the muscles within your wind pipe were closing up and trying to restrict and prevent you from speaking out. Your words were hushed by the vibrations of Will's own voice, his words mumbled against your skin, brushing over the sensitive skin of your collarbone and reverberating on your chest.

"We shouldn't, hm?" He repeated, kissing the prominent bone of your collarbone. "Sure, maybe we shouldn't, but that isn't what matters-do you want this? That's what matters - if you don't want this then you just tell me and I'll stop."

You couldn't even stop the embarrassing noise that left your throat, your legs squeezing ever harder around Will's thighs as he hickeyed your collarbone extra roughly. Your moral conscience was still unbearable though, and your counter left your mouth as a squeak.

"B-but they could come back a-any minute and see us..." You referenced those other two mechanics through a tight throat. And your heart sank as Will just laughed against your skin.

"Fuck-you can't even tell me to stop can you, because you've been fuckin wanting this, I bet you wouldn't even care if those two came and saw you in this position," Will's words confused you, cutting deep with those words you would struggle to deny, yet nonetheless were confused where he was going with this. "Act all innocent but secretly so pathetic-don't think I haven't caught you staring at me through the blinds, fucking yourself on your fingers at the thought of me- fuck - you might be more desperate for this than I am."

Your eyes shot wide open, jaw dropping as those words left his mouth. He'd seen fucking everything, Good Lord - from the first day you'd ever seen him when you peeked at him through the bedroom blinds, to last night when - shit - you'd left your window open. You were too shocked to even gasp at that - yet too embarrassed to even look down and make eye contact with the proud brunet as you realised you were completely vulnerable; an open book with truly no secrets from him anymore. Because fuck: he already knew everything. And if he already knew everything - if he truly knew every embarrassing thing you'd thought and felt about him...

You weren't going to tell him to stop. 

Because as horrible and corrupted as it was - to sleep with the guy that gave you butterflies and you wanted to see out a relationship with - he was getting a job done for you. And fuck it, if this was going to get your bills paid, you might as well enjoy it, too. 

You pushed your hips down against him, pushing your clothed sex against his own as a sign of consent. That you weren't going to stop him. Will's hands gripped your hips in response, pulling you closer, his breath hot against your ear. "That's it," he whispered, voice laced with a triumphant growl, "I knew you wanted this. I knew you'd cave."

You rolled your eyes at his cockiness, shutting him up with your hand reaching to the side of the seat, pulling the lever and flattening the seat - shocking Will as he found himself lying flat against the declined carseat - his hands on your waist and paused for a moment as you straddled him, lever in your hand - control in your palm for the first time.

"Get in the fucking backseat, then."

You don't know where the confidence came from in that moment, but it appeared as though Will loved it as a grin lit up on his face, his grip sharpening around your waist and causing you to let out a yelp as he himself didn't get into the backseat - but instead quite literally manhandled you into the back - knocking the wind out of you as your back collided with the seats, and barely getting a moment to recover before Will's body was on top of yours - his chest pressed up to yours - knee between your thighs and tongue in your mouth, back to that same ruthless pace.

You could taste cigarettes and chocolate on his tongue, bitterness and sweetness colliding and tasting of sweet, sweet corruption, the smell of diesel and passion lingering with his touch and driving you wild - once again mimicking your previous actions in the frontseat as your fingers carded through the brunet's locks, finding a fistful and pulling it between the knuckles of your fingers - making him groan between your lips, causing a smirk to light across your face at the noise that he elicited - an indicator that you were doing something right.

Will's fingers moved from besides you on the carseat where they stabilised him, etching over your stomach and diving under the hem of your top, the long smoker's fingers playing over the edge of the bra you wore beneath, before detaching from the kiss to allow him to look down and over your body. You were still fully clothed, and Will seemed to hate that, as he hastily helped you remove your top and admired the cleavage you beheld in just the bra. 

Fingers trailing over the black lace of the strap, you looked up from your chest to Will - looking at the pink dusting across his cheeks from the mouth-workout you'd exercised together, and blown-out eyes that traced over your curves. Though that blush you admired across his cheeks was soon embarrassingly spread to yours instead, as Will's fingers found the middle piece of your bra which held the either two cups together, a small black bow tied over the centre-strap which he held between two fingers - looking up at you with a grin, one brow raised as if non-verbally questioning you. 

"Shut up. You grumbled through the blush and coy smile over your face, feeling judged by Will as he chuckled lowly.

"It's cute," He plucked at the little bow, making you roll your eyes and lose eye contact, not interested in being embarrassed by the man who found it all too easy to get you flustered.

Will didn't send any more time at your chest however, having admired your bust, and didn't bother to remove your bra as he got down to your maxi skirt. He wasn't interested in fighting to take it off, his passion relighting as his hands felt over the plush skin of your thighs beneath the thin material - simply pushing it up so that your bottom half was exposed - material pooling together on your stomach as Will pulled either of your legs over his shoulders - dipping his head between and pulling your panties to the side - once again not bothering to discard the item, only remove it as an obstacle.

He laughed lowly as he saw your core. Dripping. Highlighted with arousal that'd formed from seeing the brunet working and using those muscles, from having him looking down at your cleavage when he'd found you in the staff room, from having his tongue in your mouth...

Cruelly, he blew over your soaking wet sex, cool stream of air further causing your slick to sit cold across your slit, whine leaving your throat as Will focussed his exhale over your clit - the sensitive nub making your core throb with desire and lusting to just have him inside you.

Your thighs squeezed along either side of his head, applying pressure as a warning that he wasn't gonna tease and prolong foreplay when you were literally soaking wet in front of him.

"Alrigh', alrigh'," He grumbled, letting you release the pressure around his head and giving him autonomy to press his tongue flat on your core - trailing up from hole to clit, lapping up arousal and letting a moan drip from his tongue whilst he was still connected to the sensitive bud - making your eyes roll to the back of your head from the stimulation of the vibrations that channelled from his tongue to your clit. His mouth curled into a smile at the noise that exited your lips, his mouth wrapping around your clit and sucking it with just a bit of force, which had you genuinely gasp from the sensation. 

His mouth detached from your sex with a purposeful pop noise, and you looked between your legs to see Will's wet lips fashioned in a devious smirk which you promised yourself you'd keep in the back of your mind forever.

 Digging through his back pocket, you watched as Will withdrew a condom from his back pocket - securing it between his teeth before ripping the packet open - holding the opened pack in his teeth as he tugged his trouser down to free his cock, hand wrapping around the base as he rolled the thin plastic film down the length.

And oh.

Oh my did he look completely Godly as you watched him with his head bowed, hand pumping his erection a few times - his length more than satisfactory, tip reddened from the intense blood flow ever so deliciously. Once again, another image you mentally saved and promised yourself to store in the back of your mind forever. 

He looked up at you, through the few strands that had fallen from his slicked hair - smirking and chuckling at how you looked away as soon as he saw you were staring. Only you could be shy enough to be undressed beneath him, having kissed and gone halfway through intercourse in the back of your car, and still be made shy by the man.

"So cute," He mumbled, smirk still evident in his voice as his fingers traced over your jaw, palm connecting with your cheek affectionately, letting his thumb glide back and forth over the soft skin comfortingly - like he was soothing you. That thumb slotted between your lips, then - pressing down ever so slightly on your tongue and making you subconsciously suck on the digit, your tongue wrapping around the underside whilst your lips pouted around it, looking up and making eye contact with the man in such a way he could only feel his cock getting harder at the sight - imagining what it'd be like if that was his cock between your lips instead of his finger.

He chose not to act on those thoughts for now, instead letting his cock penetrate a different hole. Holding eye contact and and watching as you face distorted - from clarity and confidence in maintaining eye contact - to your eyes rolling to the back of your head and mouth unlatching from his fingers, watching as you emit a visceral groan as you let your head roll back at the feeling of Will's tip sheathing between your folds and entering you, slowly sinking in between those velvet walls.

It was a tough process for him, struggling to not to act on impulses and pick you up by the lower back and slam you down on his cock until you were crying. And it was a tough process for you also, trying to accustom yourself to a size that you'd never had to before. 

He paused as his hips touched your sticky thighs, wet from your arousal that'd transferred from skin-to-skin as he bottomed out.

And just as you looked up, wondering whether Will was going to move or simply stagnate his movements - you only caught a brief glimpse of his bowed head - lips taken between his teeth, before you felt him slowly withdrawing his length from inside you, smooth lubricated silicon thin enough to let you feel every valley and peak of his cock as he pulled back before - SNAPPING his hips into yours with a brutal force - his fingers vicing on your hips as a gasp left your lips upon feeling him bury his cock deep with you.  

And Will didn't pull out slowly this time. 

No, he kept that brutal pace, his cock pulling back and slamming back into your pussy, jerking and jolting your body back and forth as he lifted you by the hips with his hand - tilting your hips upwards and off the car seat so that he buried his cock deeper within your sex, the tip kissing your cervix and causing short, sharp bursts of pleasure to spiral through your body as you felt pangs deep within your core - a type of pleasure which your fingers just couldn't provide.

Every snap of his hips had your bra's hold over your tits weakening, the pliant flesh rippling with each of Will's thrusts and spilling from the sides more and more until the dark areolas beneath peaked from behind the cups and threatened to completely escape, render the bra useless. Will got there before that happened, however, his roughened fingertips groping and pulling at the black lace and ripping it from your tits - revealing the libidinous flesh beneath that now rippled freely as Will only thrusted harder, enjoying watching them jolt with each rough hammering. 

You realised you'd been too careful last night when you'd envisioned that it was Will pulling your cami down. No, Will wasn't soft and gentle enough to slowly pull the material to reveal your skin - he was roughly cut and hard edged - he wanted to ruin you and treat you mercilessly.

And you fucking loved it.

You felt as though you were becoming zombified as your chest heaved, heart itself palpitating sporadically and violently as though it were trying to rip itself from its bone cage and offer itself up to Will himself, as the brunet took your nipple between his fingers - roughly peaking it and squeezing the sensitive bud between his skilled knuckles, trained will expertise as a mechanic, and you let out truly obscene noises with each unapologetic shove of his cock between your walls.

The whole car smelled of sex - the air heavy and weighted from the sweat that prickled over your skin and Will's also - the smell of car grease and pine from his body intoxicating you like a drug - the taste of cigarettes still lingering on your tongue and making you absolutely need him more. His tongue in your mouth again. To ravage you. Break you. Destroy you.

"Fucking violate me-" You hadn't meant it to come out so violently, so raw, so visceral - but you lived to not regret it as you felt Will's cock bury somehow ever deeper within you, his hips oh so disgustingly  fluid as he oscillated back and forth and began moving your hips oppositely to his - pushing you away whilst he pulled out, before pulling you closer as he snapped his hips into yours as though trying to lodge himself within your walls with each deep stroke. You were going fucking wild, and the moans and whimpers which left your throat became higher and higher in pitch; an indicator of your pending orgasm.

Will pushed his hair back again, grunt falling from his lips in such a way you felt yourself clenching over his cock, drawing you closer and closer to your climax, the tightening of your flesh around his cock making a gravelly groan fall from his lips, throwing his head back at the compressions around the circumference of his cock. He could tell you were close.

"You can cum any-fucken time, sweethear'," He grunted between clenched teeth, each word enunciated. "-Jus' so long as you realise that even when you cum, I'm gonn' keep fucking myself - right back - into you - until I cum-"

That was it.

That ruthless admittance of nothing but using you like a fleshlight, or an object of self-use to get himself off so arrogantly, with no care for you or your climax - not a threat - but a promise, that he'd keep mercilessly fucking into you until he was satisfied-

It pushed you over the edge.

Your whole body was shaking, your thighs that held you up squeezed around Will's body, crushing his waist between the muscle as your hips raised further, chasing the pleasure that rolled through your body and juices that ran from your legs. Your whole head was light and orgasm had you feeling light everywhere else. And just as promised, Will didn't stop.

He truly did violate your body, just as you'd asked. He let out a noise as he felt your cum coating his cock, though he didn't stop his strokes as you came. In fact, realising you'd reached your climax he only further chased his - hand moving up from your tits to your neck - wrapping around either side and squeezing the sides. He used your neck like a vice to clamp your body in place - pushing you down into the plush seat of the car and holding you there as he adjusted your hips and just kept snapping his hips back and forth, pushing his cock in and out of you with a pace uncaring of the overstimulation you felt - your body and abs quivering from the cramp you could feel forming from the lack of a rest for your muscles, no post-orgasm relaxation allowed as Will fucked into your body, chasing his climax.

Your g-spot was crying out for a break, your abused hole and hurting muscles the same - though your head still couldn't get a post-haze clarity, as your internal monologue kept the nasty thoughts flowing through your mind and entire system. You fucked yourself back on his cock, arching your back and circling your hips to match his thrusts, have his cock press against every angle of your overstimulated interior.

Thrusts becoming sporadic and erratic - more forceful, less coordinated, you could tell he was going to cum, and you clenched your muscles - squeezing around him and watching as you pushed him over the edge, his head throwing back and guttural groan falling from his lips like liquid gold - his Adam's apple bobbing as he gulped down swathes of precious, precious air whilst you felt his cock twitching inside of you.

You'd both climaxed. His grip fell from your hips slowly - fingers shaking and indicating this was just as hard of an orgasm for him as it was for you. You rested there in the moment, your skin wet and coated in a thin sheen of sweat, your thigh still touching Will's. You acclimatised to the moment; the brief peace and serenity and quiet. That was that; the fun was over and the transaction was finished.

Your body was the first to break, between your mental, emotional and physical states. You collapsed in the backseat, your hips flattening against the seat, back losing it's arch as all muscles relaxed and curved into the seat beneath you. 

That was that; the fun was over and the transaction was finished.

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[cafe-solo]

[gridoc]

Walk with me

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[IMAGE DESC: The first image is on single colour peach background, with Doc and Grian in an Ariana Griande outfit which consists of a hot pink crop top, white gloves going up to his shoulder, a frilly skirt that is hot pink and white, and hot pink flared trousers with white boots. He is standing at a profile and blowing a kiss towards Doc, who has a hand on his hip with an amused expression, he is wearing a white shirt, a blue blazer with blue trousers and brown shoes. At the side there is them drawn over the meme "Lady Gagita" which is originally a picture of Lady Gaga strutting on the sidewalk edited to be twice the size but instead Ariana Griande is drawn over it with Doc on the side. Image Two is on a dark pink background with sparkles, with a top view of Doc and Ariana Griande hugging, Grian has his hand on Docs shoulder and Doc has his hands around his waist, Grian has mischievous smile and Doc has a patient smile. The words "As Long I'm your hooker" and "(Back Up and Turn Around)" are behind them in white writing, the lyrics are from Lady Gagas song "Government Hooker." END IMAGE DESC]

[femmefatalevibe]

Femme Fatale Guide: My Fall Wardrobe Essentials

Pima cotton long-sleeve tees (I like the Supima ones from Everlane for every day)

Contour body suits (I like the Express Bodycon Compression line and Spanx bodysuits in vegan leather/silk)

Silk button downs

Structured cotton button-down

Cashmere sweaters (crewneck, turtleneck, polo neck, etc. – Everlane, Nadaam, and Cuyana are great affordable options)

Zippered knitwear (I like options from Pixie Market, Naadam, COS, Ganni, Helmut Lang, Nanushka, and more)

Black high-waisted tailored trousers (bootcut, flared, and straight leg)

Black high-waisted jeans (straight and bootcut for me!)

Elevated stretch pants (I like the Norma Kamali Boot Pant and Spanx Perfect Pant for this)

Cashmere trouser

Cashmere hoodie

Thick, well-structured black sweatshirt

High-waisted straight-leg leather pants

Long-sleeve black sweater dress

Maxi-length black satin slip dress

Leather/quilted/tweed mini skirt

Long knit skirt (love a co-ord top for this, too)

Perfectly-tailored longline, single-breasted black blazer

Tailored hourglass blazer

Leather blazer

Classic leather moto jacket

Cropped patent leather jacket

Lightweight wool/satin duster coat

Black cotton trench/leather trench coat

Black tweed jacket with elevated hardware

Structured black wool coat

Leather puff jacket

Minimalist white sneakers

Black block-heeled, sleek square-toed/pointy-toe boots

Modern black loafers

Croc-embossed black boot

Black moto/lace-up boot or minimalist platform boot

Stiletto heel, pointy toe black boot (one short and one knee high length to dress up any outfit)

Western-inspired boot

Sleek and sexy black pumps

Structured black tote/shoulder bag

Structured crossbody bag

Small shoulder bag

Novelty/fun top handle bag (beaded, croc-embossed, crystal-embellishments, etc.)

Seamless bras/underwear

Control-top black tights (sheer and opaque)

Comfortable white and black ankle/crew socks

A cashmere, silk, or faux fur everyday scarf

Fingerless gloves

Chunky chain necklaces/bracelets

Delicate gold and silver chains (necklaces and bracelets)

Mixed-metal rings

Diamond-encrusted & cocktail rings

Ear cuffs and threader earrings

High-waisted shapewear shorts

Cashmere or silk loungewear/pajamas

A lace teddy

Cozy slippers

[katebishopshands]

A Kate Bishop with a fem reader based on the song Red wine supernova by Chappell Roan

If Chappell Roan has no fans, I’m dead omg

✨RED WINE SUPERNOVA ✨

･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆ ･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･

You’re not one for clubs. They’re hot, sweaty and too loud most of the time. You’re not one for clubs, until a pretty stranger catches your eye from across the dance floor.

(18+)

･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆ ･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･

You watch a bead of condensation roll down the mirror in the bathroom as you check your makeup. The mirror is cracked and stains surround the corners, you shudder not even wanting to know what could’ve caused them. Years of sweat, alcohol and probably bodily fluids caked onto it.

Some loud music reverberates against the walls of the tiny bathroom. Sweat rolls down the back of your knees and pools into the leg of your boot. It’s too damn hot in this bathroom. It’s actually too damn hot in the entire club, but your roommates had insisted on taking you out as a graduation present.

Months of locking yourself into your room to study for hours on end had paid off in a mediocre accomplishment of a diploma. A diploma you didn’t even have yet, as it had to be ordered AFTER you walked the stage. Your roommates were right of course, you did need to get out.

A girl behind you gives a huff of annoyance as you look at yourself once more in the mirror before taking a deep breath. You shove your way out of the cramped bathroom, accidentally bumping into a few girls in the out the door bathroom line as you exited. You’re pulling at the right skirt you wore. The heat of the club making your thighs sweat and stick to the tiny piece of clothing. You’re grabbing your hair and holding it off your neck in a makeshift ponytail as you snake your way through the crowd, attempting to find Yelena.

She was the one who had pushed you to go out, so she was the one who had to deal with your complaints. The blonde is leaned up against the bar, making conversation with a girl you’ve never seen before. She’s confident and cool, some drink that didn’t look appetizing sat in her hand. You’re able to make your way to her.

“It’s too fucking hot in here” you whine, hand still holding your hair up. Yelena rolls her eyes and casually places her drink against the back of your neck. The cool feeling of the glass makes you jump. You can feel the water droplets roll off the glass and down your back.

“Better?” She looks at you, still holding her glass to the back of your neck. You nod.

“Where’d everyone else go?” You question her. Yelena shrugs and takes the drink away from you.

“Who knows, there’s so many people here” she turns to you . She’s in high waisted black trousers, a simple cropped white tank top on top. She’s braless. You’re honestly surprised she hasn’t been scooped up by someone at this point.

You cross your arms and look out at the dance floor. It’s packed. People soup as your camp counselor from 10 years ago would’ve called it. People are pressed into each other, swaying and moving to the music. The wine you had pregamed with sits at the bottom of your belly, a pleasant buzz coursing through your limbs.

“You seem stressed” she furrows her brows at you.

You shrug again. Honestly you kinda are. You haven’t been out in months, it’s almost like you had forgotten how to party. To have a halfway decent time you’d need more alcohol in your system.

Yelena reads your mind, she flashes two fingers at the bar tender who gives her a nod. A few seconds later she’s sliding a shot glass over to you. It’s filled with a clear liquid, which means it could realistically be two things. Vodka or tequila.

“Are you trying to get me fucked up?” You laugh at her as you take the shot glass. She gives you a chuckle and bows her head.

“No, I’m telling you to loosen up.” She holds up her glass to you as a way to beckon you to take the shot. You groan, throwing your head back but raising your glass anyway. Yelena forcefully clinks your glasses together and sends her shot back smoothly. She chases it with the drink she had been nursing when you got there.

You grimace as the shot hits the back of your throat. It’s vodka. Knowing Yelena it wasn’t surprising she ordered shots of vodka. The shot goes down your throat and you’re left sputtering. Curling forward, you cough uncontrollably. Tears fall from the corners of your eyes. Yelena pats your back, muttering something in Russian that you can’t quite put your finger on.

It’s as your standing up that someone catches your eye. She’s the definition of tall, dark and mysterious staring at you from across the dance floor. You nearly choke again.

black jeans, a dark purple cropped tshirt and a pair of scuffed up doc martins on her feet. Long dark curls fall to probably her mid back. You can see a plethora of silver rings on her fingers as she sips on a pink drink that looks more appealing that whatever Yelena had. It’s almost as if the vodka took effect instantly in that moment.

The girl raises her drink to her mouth and waves her eyebrows at you, making eye contact. You cough. Yelena responds with a harsh slap to the center of your back. You’re pretty sure the girl laughs at you and rolls her eyes before she turns on her heels and fades back into the crowd. Heart pounding, palms quickly collecting sweat, you turn back to the bar.

“Two more!” You yell at the bartender over the pounding music throughout the club. Yelena gives you a glance as you slam your shot glass onto the bar, sliding it back to the bartender as she slides you two more shots.

“What’s gotten into you??” Yelena says with a grin before she takes her own shot and throws it back. You swallow. Eyes falling to the faded bar and then flicking back up to Yelena’s green ones. Her brows are furrowed, she cocks an eyebrow at you expectantly.

“I think I just saw the hottest girl I’ve seen in my life.” You throw your shot back. The alcohol burns down your throat and into the pit of your stomach. Your joints grow warm and fuzzy as a result. You hiss at the leftover feeling in your mouth.

“Well I’m very flattered, but you see me every day” Yelena can’t contain her own laughter. She laughs her way through her shitty joke. You groan and roll your eyes as you turn back to face the mass of people, attempting to find mystery girl in the sea of faces.

“Shut the fuck up”

“What? I thought it was funny! I’m a very funny person!” She hits your shoulder lightly, trying to rope you in on her antics. Yelena continues laughing.

“I hate you.” You shove her a little, not taking your eyes off the crowd.

“No you don’t, that’s literally impossible” Yelena shoves you back. You stumble a little bit to the side. Your boots being a little too tall for you after downing two shots that quickly back to back. You’re attempting to get a grip of yourself and find your footing against the bar. You weren’t drunk, but you were sure to the average outsider, the way you were flailing made you look absolutely wasted.

A body stopped your tumble. But not before you felt the splash of a drink down your bare arm and onto the tube top you wore.

“Fuck I am SO sorry. My friend pushed me and I couldn’t really stop myself, I’ll uh, buy you a new on-“ as you’re wiping the drink off of your arm, you fail to look at who exactly had stopped your fall. Too preoccupied with rambling out every excuse you could come up with ,so whoever you did run into wouldn’t be too mad at you and you wouldn’t end the night prematurely with a bar fight.

“No no it’s all good!” The person cuts you off. You let out a sigh of relief as you look up to them. And almost as soon as the air had left your body, it got sucked back in.

Standing infront of you was Tall, Dark and Mysterious. She gives you a smile. The corners of her eyes crinkle as her cheeks cover a bit of her eyes. Her teeth are perfectly white and straight. You weren’t exactly sure how she was a real person standing in-front of you. Somehow she had managed to evade your gaze because she was actually sneaking her way up to the bar. And you just had to make the most embarrassing second impression on her, after an already horrific first one.

You’re dumbfounded. Heat rising to your cheeks you scramble to find the words to explain yourself. Somehow this girl had seen two incredibly embarrassing moments for you in the span of ten minutes. That had to be a new record.

“God I am so sorry” you apologize again, all other words failing you. Tall, Dark and Mysterious shakes her head.

“No really, it’s all good” she rushes to set her now empty glass down on the bar, awkwardly the remnants of her drink off of her hand and onto her jeans. She reaches it out to you in a handshake.

“I’m Kate” another 100 watt smile. Your knees feel like jello. A bead of sweat drips between your shoulder blades and down your back. You’re blanking. Forgetting your name. Did you even remember how to speak?

You somehow managed to give her your name, meekly shaking her hand. Both of your hands are sticky from Kate’s drink. The skin catching on each other when you release your grip. It’s awkward. This whole thing is incredibly awkward. You mentally curse at yourself, having blown it with the hottest girl you’ve ever encountered.

“Pretty name” she smiles again at you. You’re able to return it this time.

“Honestly though, it should be me apologizing,” Kate starts. Her eyes drift down to your top. “ my drink totally stained your top” . You follow Kate’s gaze, and sure enough there’s a pink hued stain down the left side of your shirt.

“Oh no it’s all good!” You lie. It is in fact not all good, you loved that shirt, but anything to make yourself seem like any less of a hot mess than Kate probably already thought you were. You were ready to leave. Ready to turn on the heels of your platform boots, grab Yelena and leave the suffocatingly hot bar and never return.

Kate bites her lip a bit, clearly in thought. She drums her fingers on the bar for a moment and then stops suddenly, as if a lightbulb went off in her head.

“How about I buy you a drink as a way to break even?” Her eyebrows upturn in the center, looking at you hopefully while your response brews.

“God I could never accept, I literally spilled the rest of yours, let me pay” you rebutted with her. Kate looks sheepishly at the floor. You’re able to see a faint blush across her cheeks in the dim lighting.

“Okay well, I have a confession” your heart skips a beat.

“I actually was over here because I wanted to ask to buy you a drink, but I guess the plan didn’t really go accordingly. So here we are now” she bites at her nails.

Turns out that Tall, Dark and Mysterious isn’t really that. She’s actually kinda awkward and dorky.

“You wanted to buy me, a drink?”

Kate nods.

“Even though you watched me choke on a shot from across the dance floor?” You wrinkle your nose as you brace for impact. But Kate only nods again.

“Honestly, I don’t blame you, I’m shit at shots too!” Kate yells over the music. You laugh a little and take a step towards her , not wanting to have to continue yelling over the music to chat.

“My uh, roommate got us vodka shots…they’re not exactly my favorite.” Kate nods in agreement .

“I’m more of a fireball girl myself” Kate says casually as she raises her hand to grab the bartenders attention.

“Me too!!” You give a little jump in excitment. She quirks an eyebrow at you as she orders two of whatever that pink drink she had earlier.

“A woman of taste I see” she smiles at you.

There’s something ridiculously charming about this girl. You’ve been talking for a few minutes at most but you’re already planning your future with her. You can see it now, some cute apartment with thrifted furniture, a killer vinyl collection. It’d be perfect.

Kate handing you a drink brings you out of your head. The clubs music shakes your eardrums, Kate’s very presence makes you sweat with nerves.

“To something that’s not a shot of vodka” she raises her glass. You take yours and clink them together.

“To having to tide pen my shirt in the morning!” You lock eyes with her as you both take a sit of your drink. You were right when you first saw it in her hand. It was better than whatever Yelena had been drinking.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Kate talks, a lot. And somehow, she manages to keep you engaged the entire time. You’re standing closer than you had been when she ordered your first round of drinks, your chests nearly touching.

“Y’know , if I didn’t know any better I’d say you do this kind of thing often.” You bat your lashes as you take a sip of your drink. Kate smirks at you, her arms slowly making their way around your waist.

“And I would be lying if I said I didn’t.” She makes a face , one that you don’t know if it’s pride or embarrassment.

“Oh so you’re a playboy” both hands are on your glass as you hold it gently nearly your face, hips pressed against Kate’s as you look up at her. You half joking half being honest as you make your remark.

“Something like that..it kinda comes with my job” she’s a little cocky with her comment, a smirk finding its way into her plump lips.

“And what exactly is your job?” You finish off your drink before setting it on the dingy bar. Kate lowers her head, aligning her mouth with your ear.

“Would you believe me if I told you thank I’m kinda an Avenger?” You can’t help but snort. Throwing your head back with laughter you put a hand on Kate’s shoulder and gently push her away. She sighs a bit in annoyance.

“Oh really?”

“Yes really!”

“Well how come I’ve never seen you on the news before?” You tilt your head, playfully jesting at the dark haired girl infront of you. The alcohol coursed through your veins, making you feel more confident than before. Maybe you were actually starting to enjoy the club.

Groups of people passed by where the two of you stood. You stayed put. You honestly had no clue how long you had been standing there talking to Kate

Kate puts her hands on her hips

"I'm kinda in training right now" she sounds embarrassed, avoiding eye contact with you. Kate shuffles back and forth on her feet a few times.

You nod your head a few times dramatically. "And girls believe that?" You ask skeptically.

"Well uh..yeah..normally they what to come home with me after I tell them that" she fiddles with the rings on her fingers," oh my god that made me sound like such an asshole" Kate curses to herself.

Her blue eyes search your face for some sort of disapproval. You raise your eyebrows in fake shock

"Wow, Kate I thought better of you, who said I was trying to go home with you?" Hands on your his you plant a foot behind you, and lean back. You give Kate a once over with a disapproving look.

You give Kate a once over with a disapproving look. "I just wanna get to know you"

"I know, I'm so sorry that was such a stupid thing of me to say.." she turns to the bar and puts her head in her hands, aggressively rubbing her eyes as if it would make her forget the stupid thing she said. "it's just, I'm a little drunk and I really like you and I just-"

"Do you want to come over?" Kate looks up, hopeful.

“Really?” You nod at her. Warmth spreading across your cheeks, you weren’t sure if it was from the alcohol or your bold move.

“Are you sure? Because I can totally accept this as a total failure of wooing a pretty girl and leave” she bounces back and forth on her feet as she plays nervously with her rings.

“I’m sure” a smile makes it way across your face, and then one appears onto Kate’s. You grab her hand, beginning to lead her out of the bar. Your eyes search the crowd for Yelena, wanting to tell her that you’re headed out and have company coming home with you.

After failing so you pull your phone out from your bra, the screen dragging against your skin.

Have a hot date so I’m dipping, pls don’t come home anytime soon. And keep the others out as long as possible!

You hit send as Kate scoots In front of you to open the door. The sole of your boot scuffs on the mat infront of the door, you stumble forward, into Kate, again.

“ again?” Her hands are on your lower back. You bite your lip at her, head a bit fuzzy with the drinks you had.

“Whoops?” You chuckle out as Kate stands you upright. She shakes her head at you and grabs your hand again. You phone buzzes.

Atta girl,I’ll knock three times really loudly when I come home ;)

Yelenas response makes you giggle a little . The air outside of the club is refreshing as you walk with Late towards your apartment. The lack of loud noise and hustle and bustle around you lets you actually admire how incredibly unreal Kate is.

She’s tall, you can tell she’s all lean muscle under her clothes by the way her biceps flex a bit when she talks with her hands. Every time her arms raise you’re able to get a glimpse of the abs that lay under her shirt.

Long black hair, a sprinkle of beauty marks across her face. With thick lashes and plump lips you’re curious as to how she could ever fight a villain with a face like that. That is if she was telling the truth about being an Avenger. If you had to fight her you’d struggle to not fall in love at first sight. She glows under the streetlights on your walk home.

She holds your hand the entire walk home. Telling you weird niche things about her. She has a dog, she went to an all girls school, she does archery. You stop at your building, but she keeps rambling.

“-and then I fell off the building, but these Christmas lights caught me so I was okay but I really thou-“

“Katie..” your back is against the door to your building. Kate closes her mouth, looking at you with big blue eyes. Her cheeks are pink from the alcohol. She swallows nervously.

“…yeah?” You watch as her breathing quickens. Her fingers wiggle at her sides, like she was unsure where to put her hands. You lean forward, grabbing both her hands. She flushes a deeper shade of pink.

You decide in that moment, it’s fun to watch Kate squirm.

Through half lidded eyes, you look at her. She’s standing stiffly, clearly not sure how to react to you. You lean close to her, letting your nose bump hers.

“Can I kiss you?” You ghost over her lips. For someone who was once flexing about how easily she can pick up girls, she sure is eating her words now.

“Yes please” she whispers while nodding her head furiously. You smile a little before crashing your mouth against hers. Kate gasps into you before planting her hands on your hips.

Her lips are slightly chapped from the walk home. Kate’s hands press the two of you closer, hip bones banging against the other as she tilts her head to deepen the kiss. You hands rest on her cheeks.

Kate pulls away first. Her pupils are blown, a thin sliver of blue ringing them. A flame had been ignited inside of her. She’s panting, as are you.

“Wanna go inside?” Kate nods again. You grin at her as you insert your key fob into the building.

You could’ve sworn she was chasing you up the stairs as you made your way to your unit. Kate stands behind you as you unlock the door, you could feel the heat radiating off of her body. 

Before you’re even done shutting the door, Kate is on top of you. Pressing your back against the door and forcibly closing it. The door slams behind you as Kate connects your lips again, hungrily nipping at your lips. The cool wood of your door presses against the exposed skin of your back. The alcohol you had drank clouds your mind, leaving you unable to focus on more than one thing.

You have to choose.

You have to choose between the taste of Kate on your lips or the door handle pressing into your back. You choose Kate.

She’s grabbing at your hips, drawing you into her. You let her manhandle you for a moment. Fingertips pressing into the material of your metallic skirt. The sound of them against the material interrupts the smacking noises coming from your mouths.

“I’ve got a surprise” you whisper against Kate’s mouth, a smile creeping across yours. Her warm breath fans across your face as she leans back to catch her breath. Your stomach drops when you make eye contact with her.

“And that is?” She presses a kiss to your mouth. A kiss to your cheek and then to your jaw. She sucks at your neck, letting her teeth graze over it. She punctuates her actions with a bite, a period to the end of her sentence. You gasp into her as she soothes the forming bruise with her tongue.

“What if I told you I’ve got a California king bed in this apartment?” You chuckle out. Kate pulls away from your neck as she skeptically looks at you.

“Do you now?” You nod. You playfully skip over to the entrance that leads to the hallway, stretching your arms out to either side of the entryway to block Kate from going any further. She follows your lead.

“That is..if a California king bed is also known as a twin mattress with a shitty second hand bed frame” Kate is all smiles as she kisses you again. You melt into her with a hand against her cheek.

“That’s even better” she giggles against your lips.

Your hands are up her shirt. She’s got no bra on. You thought this whole thing couldn’t have gotten better until then. You knead at her, eagerly grabbing at a nipple. Kate whines into your mouth before she’s scrambling to get out of her tshirt. You help her, pulling the shirt over her head and throwing it on the ground before reconnecting your mouths.

You lead Kate towards your room as she awkwardly kicks off her shoes, leaving them in her wake. You’re up against your door when you stop her. You’re standing there in your knee high boots and mini skirt while Kate is half dressed in your hallway.

“Oh and I also have roommates” you sheepishly smile at her. Kate eyes dart to the trail of clothing she had been leaving.

“Don’t worry, they’re cool” you add to reassure her. Kate doesn’t care as she’s back on you in a second. Her hand reaches for your doorknob and you both stumble into your room. You’re unzipping your boots, stepping down as you leave them where you got out of them.

Kate chases you, high just on your kisses. She kicks the door closed with her foot. The sound of the door slamming shakes the foundation of the apartment. You were thankful that your roommates were still out drinking, or else you’d never hear the end of it.

She’s down on her knees, bringing your skirt with her. You watch as it pools around your ankles, but Kate is in your way of seeing it fully. Staring up at you, blue eyes wide, face flushed. Her lips are slightly parted as she pants with anticipation .

“Jesus Christ…” you mutter.

Two fingers under her chin as you guide her up, Kate obeys. So eager and willing to do whatever you will her to. She stands fully, a little taller than you now without your boots. Her fingers flick at her sides as you grab at her pants button. She says nothing.

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as you slowly drag her zipper down. Each drag of the zipper being painful too slow for Kate’s liking. You gently guild them down her long, pale legs.

It was your turn to salivate now. Her thighs were toned, a few bruises scattered across them. You assumed they were from her “hero business”. You still didn’t know if you believed that she was an avenger in training, but it was easier to believe that than swallow that she had lied to get in your pants.

Batting your eyelashes at her, you force her to step forward and out of her pants. She gingerly places her hands on your hips. A girl who was manhandling you a mere five minutes ago, now so scared to touch you in fear that she’d break you.

Wrapping your own fingers around hers, you guide her to the edge of your alcohol stained tube top. Her thumbs rub soothing circles into your rib cage. Her fingertips sneak under the material, pinching it between her thumb and her pointer finger. She gives a gentle tug upwards, and then another.

On the third tug the top is over your head and thrown behind Kate. She makes eye contact with your chest and her breath hitches. The pink lighting of your room makes her oncoming blush glow a deeper, more rich shade of pink.

She’s on top of you again, suffocating your whines with her tongue. Kate gives you whiplash. One minute so demure and unsure, the next she’s showing you exactly what she needs.

It excites you.

Kate’s hands are on your hips as she attacks your neck, gently guiding you back towards your bed. The backs of your bare thighs hit the mattress, Kate doesn’t budge from your neck. She’s nipping and sucking at the soft skin, inhaling the perfume you had put on prior to going out. Your hands reach for the base of her hair and tug on the soft strands.

Kate moans in pleasure as you do so. Her canines connect with your neck. You whine, only tugging Kate’s hair harder. She groans into your neck as she soothes the bite with her tongue.

“Oh so you’re a little freak?” You pant out with Kate’s face still shoved into your neck.

“I guess you could say that” she giggles out, gently biting at your neck again. You laugh at her as you’re able to flip your positions. Kate’s knees up against your bed, your arms over her shoulders.

You meet her baby blues. Rimmed with thick lashes, a freckle placed perfectly under her right eye. Her face is flushed, her chest heaves. Her demeanor shifts again as her knees buckle. You’re falling with her as she lands atop the white comforter. You kiss her again, a little slower than prior.

“Do you like magic?” You pull away. Kate blinks at you a few times.

“Huh?”

“Do you like magic?” You repeat plainly again. Kate ponders your question for a moment, jutting her lip out a bit.

“Uh sure?” She answers, still unsure of what exactly you were getting at. You grin down at her as you reach for your bedside table.

“Because I’ve got a wand..” you produce a vibrator from the drawer. Kate’s eyes light up. “…and a rabbit”

A second vibrator is produced. Her eyes go even bigger. You lean down to kiss her again, switching on the first vibe to the lowest setting.

Kate plays with the hair that goes down your back while you kiss her. She makes soft whines into your mouth. She’s actually so cute. She gasps into you as you touch the vibrator to Kate’s covered cunt. She jolts upwards, a moan dying in her throat.

“Shhhh” you shush her as you turn it up another notch. Kate swallows and nods, all words drying up before she could say anything. Instead she opts to kiss you again. You oblige her, reveling in the feeling of her blunt nails on your back.

You dig the vibrator into her clothed clit. She hisses a bit but eventually begins to rock her hips back and forth in an attempt to gain friction against the vibrator in your hands.

She’s surprisingly obedient. When you had first met her you were sure that confidence of hers would ooze into the bedroom but now you weren’t so sure. She doesn’t ask you for anything more, just politely takes what you give her in the moment.

Kate’s breathing hitches suddenly and her hips stutter as she finishes against the vibrator. Her head slumps into the space between your neck and your shoulder while she starts to catch her breath.

Apparently all your teasing had riled up the girl enough that she came that fast. You rub her bare back as she comes down. Switching off the vibe you toss it behind you.

Kate begins to bring her head up to look at you. She said nothing. Her dash is flushed and you’re able to click a few beads of sweat dripping down the sides of her pretty face.

She seizes your head, colliding your lips again as she manhandles you onto your bed. She lets you scoot your head up to your pillow as she pulls her underwear off. She then goes for yours.

Kate hooks her thumbs under your waistband and tugs. You heard a slight rip.

“Sorry..” she mutters as she leans over you. Her words fan over your hot face as she pulls your underwear down the rest of your body. You give a pleased moan as the cool air of your room hits your pussy. You shuddered under Kate.

Calloused fingers graze your ankle and she gently guides it upwards, causing your leg to bend at the knee. You swallow hard, maintaining eye contact with her. Her confidence oozes from her.

Once again, the duality of this girl shocked you.

Kate begins to slot herself against you. You can feel the heat radiating off of their center. It makes you salivate.

“Wait” you pant out. Kate hovers above you.

“Yes?” Her face is close to yours again. How could a girl that was whimpering into your neck five minutes ago be this intimidating now.

“Are you..” you pause realizing how stupid this actually sounded in the moment. Kate quirks a thick eyebrow at you. “Are you actually an avenger?”

She laughs, fully, then nods.

“I promise you I am… why?” She looks at you skeptically. You shy away from her avoiding her eyes. You look everywhere. The pretty shade of dark pink her nipples are. The beauty marks that work their way down her toned torso. The way her bicep twitches with impatience.

“I just want to get to know you” you look at her finally. She smiles at you, delivering a tender kiss to your forehead.

Kate lets herself sink down onto you after that. You both moan at the contact. You can feel how wet she was from her earlier orgasm. You pulse around nothing and Kate gives another whine as she begins to rock into you.

Where you both connect makes loud noises, but you wouldn’t be able to hear it over the noises that you were making. Kate on top of you feels amazing to say the least. She plants her rough hands on your tits, using them as anchors as she ruts herself against you.

“Want me to fuck you?” She whines out. You’re not sure if it’s for her own sake or yours, but you nod frantically. Eyes rolling into the back of your skull as she works harder. She gives a squeeze to your breast, eliciting another moan from you.

Kate’s clit bumps against yours . She’s sucking air through her teeth and the hot contact. You pulsate at the sound.

“Fuck I felt that” Kate picks up her speed. You can feel yourself getting wetter as she continues to work at you. Your slick getting all over your thighs and Kate’s, and dripping onto the sheets of your bed.

You’re able to hear the squeaking of your mattress as Kate basically bounces in your pussy. You thrust up into her in an attempt to chase your high.

It only makes the sound of the mattress more obnoxious. But between the combined sound of Kate humping into you like a dog in heat and the noises leaving both of your mouths, it was the least obnoxious sound in the room at the time.

Kate leans down and kisses on your neck. Sucking and biting little marks that you would for sure regret in the morning. You grab at the curls at the back of her head. She whines into your neck again .

She alternates her pace, one hand keeping your knee propped up, the other supporting her own weight over you. One thrust slow and sensual, the other hard and fast. Kate drives you crazy you’ve decided.

You stomach grows warm, the familiar feeling of an orgasm.

“Gonna cum” you pant out. Kate kisses up your neck, working her way up to your mouth.

“Hold out for me, just a couple seconds”

You nod at her as she grinds her own cunt into yours . Kate moans into your mouth as she chases her own high. You’re not sure if you can wait for her any longer. Your coil is about to snap and there’s absolutely no way to save it.

“Kate..” you whine to her. She just nods at you, brows furrowed as she collideds her pussy into you, clits angrily squishing into each other.

You’re crossing the finishing line, as is she. She kisses you one more time as you finish. Attempting to swallow your noises.

Your hair is sticky with sweat, as is Kate who lays on top of you. Her toned body lays limp on top of yours as you catch your breath. You can feel the familiar feeling of release between your legs.

Maybe you needed to spill people’s drinks more often.

Kate rubs her fingers against your sides as you rub her back, gently moving the dark curls off of it to cool her off.

“I’m burnt out..” she mutters, soft cheek pressed against your chest. You laugh a little. Kate bounces with your laughter.

“So am I but..” you trail off. Kate props her head up to meet your eyes.

“Round two?” You raise your eyebrows at her. She rolls her eyes at you.

“Give me a few to recharge.” She lets her head drop again. You both lay there in comfortable silence.Kate tracing circles on your skin, you trying to find the most perfect curl in her hair.

You can tell when Kate has “recharged” once she starts kissing on your shoulder, to your neck, to your chin, to your lips. You cup her face in your hands as you sit up, deepening the kiss. You bite at her lip playfully, Kate groans. Just as you think Kate is about to slide down your body to eat you out, a noise stops your ministrations.

The front door of your apartment slams loudly.

Your roommates are home.

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I loved this so much. I love Chappell. I love Kate Bishop. I love combining them.

I know it’s a little long for a request fic but what can you do when it’s Kate AND Chappell Yknow ? ✨