#Second wave preview

[shouyuus]

─── ハイキュー!! SUNDRESS SEASON

kenma, tsukki, kageyama, hinata; 2,321 words; highly suggestive, fluff, no "y/n", slightly sadistic!tsukki, gamer!kenma, jealous!kageyama, needy!hinata

summary: sundress by a$ap rocky plays loudly in the back

a/n: this wasn't supposed to be horny but then tsukki happened....

─── 研磨 KENMA

he’d never been against the idea of you becoming a streamer, even though some of his friends (kuroo, mostly) had objected with the fact that “you know you’re gonna have to beat off weird dudes on the internet thirsting over your girlfriend, right?” to which kenma’s response had been a nonchalant shrug, followed by a series of expertly aimed button-mashes.

“we’ll get mods for her chat,” he’d said, “it’ll be fine. plus, she’s not doing gaming stuff, she’s just gonna like talk about her day and stuff.”

kuroo’s exasperation was tangible, even though the voice call.

“right, yeah, that’s so much better.”

but now, kenma thinks, kuroo might’ve been onto something.

“yo ken, flash—” someone says. kenma jerks, yanking his eyes away from a small window of your stream, pulled up on one of his dozen or so screens, where you’re currently doing what you’d called a “summer haul” stream, popping in and out of the bathroom in your room, trying on dresses for your subscribers.

“and this one is one of my absolute favs,” you say, doing a twirl in front of your camera. kenma’s mouth goes dry — it’s a sundress, dotted in tiny little daisies, ruched at the waist, the thin straps tied in twin bows on your shoulders, the square neckline underlining the delicate curve of your collarbones.

“ken — the fuck —”

“sorry, one sec —” kenma rips off his headphones and mutes his stream, his video going dark.

a second later, on your stream, the door opens and kenma appears behind you, making you jump slightly as he loops a possessive arm around your middle.

“k-kozume! what’s up?” you blink, letting out a surprised laugh as he leans down to squint at your chat, nose crinkling at some of the comments flying across the screen.

“sorry, i forgot that we made reservations for dinner,” he says into your mic before ending the stream. you make an affronted noise, pouting.

“hey!”

kenma turns, his arm still tucked around your middle, and cocks his head.

“i don’t think you should stream anymore.”

“w-wait, what? kozume, where’s this coming from? you were so supportive of me streaming in the beginning —” you wave at your set up, “you even helped me with the rig.”

kenma frowns, not looking at you, his teeth worrying at his bottom lip as he sighs.

“i know but —” he cuts off, feeling a raw heat crawling up the back of his throat at the image of you on his screen, spinning in that sundress (the one you’re still wearing — god the fabric is so soft beneath his hands). he curls his fingers into the new material of your dress and drops his face into your shoulder.

“sorry, just —” he waves a hand vaguely at the setup, “this dress…” he manages, finally, still not looking up, “i saw you and…” he swallows around the lump in his throat.

you let out a tiny laugh, leaning back, your palms on his chest as you search his face.

“kozume… are you… jealous?”

kenma scowls, “no — i just don’t want my girlfriend prancing in a dress like this in front of a bunch of strangers on the internet.” the words tumble out of him, almost too fast to catch. he sucks in a long breath when he finishes, his eyes widening as he stumbles half a step back.

“a-ah — sorry — i don’t know where that —” he stutters, looking bewildered.

but you grin, looping your arms around his neck to pull him back. you tug him into a long, slow kiss, and you feel him soften against you, his thumbs drawing tiny circles just beneath the last rung of your ribs.

“how’s this — the next time i do a haul stream… you can get a preview of all the outfits and veto the ones you don’t want me wearing on stream.”

kenma crinkles his nose, bites back the urge to tell you that maybe he’ll just veto every single one. but the imploring look in your eyes is too sweet to deny. he sighs, nodding.

“fine,” he takes a step back as you reach for mouse to resume your stream; he pulls you back.

“we’re getting better mods for your chat.”

you laugh, rolling your eyes, “yeah, yeah, whatever you say, ‘zume.”

─── 月島 TSUKKI

“quit squirming.” tsukki swats at your hand as you try to tug at the hem of your dress. you whine, scowling down at him as the pair of you arrive at the top of the escalator and step off with the crowd.

“it feels weird —” you protest, but tsukki only tsks, his glasses flashing in the bright mall-interior lighting as he guides you by the small of your back towards the next store on your list.

“you were the one who wanted to come out shopping,” he says, his voice lilting into a sardonic tease. you sigh, feeling your cheeks prickle with heat as you feel another breeze between your legs.

“i — not like this!” you hiss as the pair of you duck into the clothing store, the bright lights flooding the colorful displays of summer outfits. you resist the urge to tug at the hem of your dress again, regretting every decision in your life that’s brought you to this moment, including the late-night purchase of the a-cursed sundress currently hugging your body.

tsukki wanders towards one of the meticulously set up displays and tugs at a shirt.

“this one’s cute.”

you frown at him. he cocks an eyebrow at you, watching for a solid three seconds before he drops the sleeve to the shirt, shrugging up a single shoulder.

“well, if you don’t like it —”

you hurry to his side, shuffling into one of the tighter aisles.

“it’s not that i don’t like it — i just —” you drop your voice, feeling your whole body burn as you press your legs. “i can’t believe you’re making me walk around without any panties on!”

tsukki’s smirk goes lopsided; his glasses flicker as he gently adjusts them up the bridge of his nose.

“like i said,” he heaves an exaggerated sigh, leaning down to back you up against a wardrobe full of pastel-colored croptops, “if you wanted to go prancing around outside in a dress like this… then i get to keep your panties.”

you chew on your lips, fidgeting with your fingers, heat roiling in your belly as tsukki leans back with what could only be called a sadistic shrug.

“kei,” you whine, but he only roll his eyes, unmoved. you sigh, deciding to change tact.

“what if someone sees?” you counter, to which tsukki only pins you with a deadpanned look.

“then let them see —” he leans down again, a hand coming up to brace against the shelf behind you, pinning you to the clothing rack. you let out a tiny squeak as his nose nearly brushes yours.

when he speaks, his voice is soft, sweet, smug and tantalizingly sadistic —

“then let them see… and they’ll have to live with the fact that they’ll never get to do anything else but a single look… cause this pretty little pussy’s mine, got it?”

─── 飛雄 TOBIO

the picnic had been your idea, so tobio tells himself as he leans patiently by the door with a large basket full of picnic-stuff — everything from chilled rose wine to finger sandwiches to strawberry tarts and just about a million other tiny, delicate, edible items.

“sorry, sorry —” you say, rushing out, putting in a pair of earrings as you stumble into the hallway by the door, “i couldn’t decide what to wear but i remembered that i got this a few months ago when it was still too cold to wear outside —”

tobio looks up, and the rest of your words fade out into a strange, muted silence as his head fills with a white-noise buzzing. he sees your mouth moving, the waterfall of your hair as you flip it over your bare shoulder, but the thing that catches in his chest like a loose thread around a chain-link fence is the dress —

and sweet god, what a dress —

dotted in tiny red strawberries, the hem frilled with a rim of delicate lace, the pleats pooling out from the scrunch around your waist, accentuating the flair of your hips.

he swallows, his mouth suddenly very dry.

“— ready to go?” your voice fades back in as if someone had suddenly turned the volume back on as tobio shakes his head, feeling not unlike a wet dog, ridding his ears of water.

“no.”

you blink, “huh?”

tobio frowns, his eyes flickering back down to your dress, where it lingers on the neckline, the soft, stomach-clenching rise of your chest, the pendant necklace he’d gotten you for your anniversary two years ago sitting pillowed between the dip of your tits.

“not this one,” he says, shaking his head.

you stare up at him, your mouth slightly open.

“not… this one… of what?” you ask, clearly confused.

tobio grabs your hand then, tugging you back down the hallway towards your bedroom.

“t-tobio!” you yelp as he jerks you into the room, pulling open the door to the walk-in closet, “w-what’s going on?”

tobio huffs, whirling around to wave vaguely at you with an exasperated hand.

“you! i — we can’t go out like this!”

your eyebrows shoot up as you look between him and the dress on your body, a dull, pulsing heat creeping up the back of your neck.

“w-wha — i — i thought you’d like this dress — i picked it just for **—”

“i just… don’t want anyone else to see,” he says, his shoulder shrugging up and for a moment, he doesn’t look like an international sports star, for a moment, he looks like the awkward boy who’d stood outside the gym and asked you to be his girlfriend who knows how many years ago.

you let out a breathy laugh, looking down at your dress.

“so… i take it you like the dress?” you ask, a teasing lilt to your voice.

tobio sighs, closing the space between you as he tugs you to him, his large hands circling your waist as you press your palms to his chest.

“i love it… and i’ll be damned if i let anyone else see you in it but me.”

─── 翔陽 SHOUYOU

you’ve always loved shopping with shouyou, because who could ask for a better hype man? and for his part, he loves shopping with you, because who could ask for a better model?

you’d already been to a good handful of stores, and shouyou’s admittedly muscular forearms are slowly starting to run out of real estate.

“alright — you ready?” you call from behind the changing room doors.

“yep!” shouyou’s voice answers, bright as sunlight.

you giggle, pushing open the door and stepping out in front of him. he’s sitting on a large couch, surrounded by the proof of your very successful shopping trip.

you tug on the hem of your dress, shifting from one leg to the next, feeling a familiar heat creep up your chest as you watch him look you over with molten-honey eyes.

“so… what do you think?”

“whoa…” shouyou gulps as you do a twirl for him, a dull humming settling behind his ears as the lace-hemmed dress flairs up, showing more of smooth, buttermilk thighs. he clears his throat and sits up just a bit straighter, “it’s — really nice — i mean — you look so good,” he says, though he’s not sure if he’s doing a good enough job of impressing upon you just how fantastic you look in the sundress.

you still look doubtful, looking down at the thin material of the dress, the cute little pleats, the tiny tangerine pattern.

“yeah?” you ask, turning towards the full length and looking yourself over, twisting this way and that.

shouyou fights down a groan as you roll up onto your tiptoes and he catches a glimpse of your lacy panties as the edge of the dress kicks up.

“yeah — holy shit —” he swears, clearing his throat, suddenly feeling very, very warm for reasons he doesn’t really want to go into.

“so…” you trail off, turning back towards him, a silent question in your eyes.

shouyou quirks a grin before calling for a shop clerk and handing over one of his cards.

“oh! you didn’t have to —” you cut off as the clerk bows and takes his card to the checkout. shouyou coughs into fist as the clerk returns with the receipt. he signs without so much as glancing at the final number.

“it’s a pretty dress,” he says, even as he gently guides you back into the spacious changing rooms. you squeak as he squeezes in behind you, locking the door with a sharp click.

“sh-shou! what’re you —” you let out a bitten-off moan as he drops to his knees, his eyes blown dark and lightless, his warm, callused hands flipping up the hem of your newly purchased sundress, his touch nothing short of reverent.

“you just look so good,” he says, his voice debauched as he tugs down your panties, “i — c-can’t i just —” he breaks off as your breath hitches, your back hitting the floor-length mirror. you press the back of your hand to your mouth as his fingers inch up the back of your thighs.

“shou — please —”

“mm… you can be quiet for me, right? god, you’re so pretty — just lemme make you feel just as good as you look in this sundress, yeah?”

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[biteyoubiteme]

bubble gum flavored

Beomgyu x fem!reader

synopsis: you're a camgirl and beomgyu is your favorite fan.

warnings: 🔞!!! mentions of masturbation (m! and f!), sex toys, mentions of cum eating, panty sniffing, fingering, oral (f!rec), nipple play, overstim (m! and f! rec), marking, use of teeth, unprotected sex, creampie, reader calls gyu by username beomiebear, prob forgot some sorry

wc: 6k

an: my weakness is camgirl/camboy fics and I already want to write a part two. take a shot every time I use the three c’s cum clit cock feedback appreciated :)) [m.list]

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beomgyu remembers when he found your stream for the first time. The cam website had you listed in the newcummer ranks, only a few watchers sitting in the chat when he clicked on. he usually kept to the top camgirls in the list, getting off once and then heading to bed, but he had misclicked when logging on ending up right where he needed to be all along.

The little window previewing your stream showed your pink backdrop, a million pink pillows laid out on the ground where you leaned back. He shrugged, opening your stream to see you with a wand pressed to your clothed clit, legs lifted to your chest, your back arching as you came, the strappy blue bikini straining against your tits like it would pop off at any second. It was over for him the second he heard your breathy whines, thighs shaking as you overstimulated yourself, knees pulling in before you gave a shout pulling the vibrator away. The swimsuit bottoms are completely soaked through sticking and outlining your cunt. 

Even without the wand you were trembling, head thrown back as you tried to catch your breath. And for the first time ever gyu commented in the chat dropping a donation with a single word. 

beomiebear: again.

The ding of the request was the only sound in your room, drawing you to look right at the screen for the first time. If he hadn't been gone by the sound of your pretty noises he was with your pretty face. 

“okay ill go again,” you hooked your arms under your knees, and before pressing back down on your clit you muttered, “This one's for you beomiebear,” 

beomgyu stayed up until your stream was over, cock raw from how long he had been fucking his hand, stomach covered in streams of his cum from how often he finished to the sight of you. he bookmarked your page, paid to be an exclusive member and waited for a notification that you were on live. 

The first month of following you he got used to your schedule on Wednesday, and Friday nights he would be at his desk filling your chat with requests, commenting on your beauty, dropping donations like candy leading you through the forest of your other commenters to praise him and him alone. Every stream he joined got him more and more recognition from you. A sweet, “hi beomiebear,” drawn out and giddy, your little wave and smile just for him. Other exclusive members in the chat didn’t get that voice, no, it was reserved for beomgyu and beomgyu alone. Even as you grew higher in the ranks and more people started joining your little army you always greeted beomiebear. He was the longest standing member in chat, donated the most, requested things he could tell you liked just by the way you sounded. 

When you listed a wishlist for items to be sent to you, if the gift was from beomiebear you didn’t just mention the one time you wore it but every time after, “You remember this one don’t you? It was a gift from beomiebear,” your fingers snapping the waistband of the pink thong you wore, “beomie says he loves me in pink, do you guys agree?” 

Your streams were everything to him, even if he was on a trip or out late when you started a stream he was in the bathroom of a bar jerking off like it was the first time he ever saw you, he's trying to stifle his moans in hotel rooms, cumming hard with your name on his lips. he was there for your streams when you just got ready, always in your tiny little tank top nipples peddled, treating the camera like a facetime call. Asking the chat what you should wear, holding up options. His favorite part is always at the end when you put on your lipstick and then go on to fix up your hair, spinning in your outfit asking if you looked pretty. He never missed an opportunity to shower you with love. 

And when you did an event for reaching your goal sub count you promised the highest donator a fleshlight, two used pairs of panties, and a personal video of you cumming in one of them. beomgyu was the winner by a landslide. “and who would have guessed that beomiebear was the winner? I'm not surprised my beomiebear is obsessed with me,” it was the same time that you set up personal chat offers for long-time members and no one had been watching as long as gyu had. 

you: Do you want me to use your real name in my video for you?

But gyu loved that you called him by his screen name, anyone else he had ever had sex with only called him beomgyu and you were so much more than just casual even if you had never met in person. 

beomiebear: No, I like it when you call me beomiebear or even just beomie or bear. 

Once beomgyu got his video he watched it on the days you didn’t stream, playing it over and over until he had each word memorized. 

“I picked these out just for you,” your hands running over the bubble gum pink panties you wore, “you’re going to have to tell me if you like them. and then these,” you held up that strappy blue swimsuit, “I know I said two panties but these were from the first stream you joined, so that means I wore them the first time you made me cum,” 

just the fact you remembered made him hard. and when you pulled out the fleshlight you got him, unboxing it to show it off, “now it's not wet unlike how I am right now but I'm sure you'll get it wet enough,” your fingers running over the silicone, slipping your middle and ring finger in the hole before taking them out and putting them into your mouth, “I wish I could lick this clean after you had used it,” you pout, “I know you must taste so good,” you kissed over the puffy lips before asking, “you’ll think of me when you use it right?” 

You had him wrapped so tight about your little finger that he was nodding and answering to a screen knowing damn well you couldn't hear him.

When his package came in he was shaking with need, straining in his jeans ripping open the box, groaning over the smell of you. You didn’t only send the things promised, you tossed in an extra pair of panties, sprayed with your perfume, and a little bear and lollipop phone charm. A note card handwritten for him saying ‘for my beomiebear, don’t forget to give your new toy clitty kisses before fucking it and filling it up while thinking of me <33’ and did he listen, kissing over where he knew your lips had been before sending it, fucking it until he was so drained he was amazed at how much cum could leave his body. Your panties pressed to his nose, phone charm hanging from his case. 

You were right about him being obsessed with you and neither of you would have it any other way. and you were no different. Seeing beomiebear's name in the chat or donating would never stop you from smiling. He was one of the first people to support you on live, calling out bad behavior in chat, and calling you the prettiest names. When beomie was active you were putting on your best show. You felt the prettiest when beomiebear was watching and commenting. You picked out outfits you knew beomie would like and couldn't help but think about how he must look behind his keyboard at home.

You've never seen beomie but that didn’t mean that you weren't obsessed with the idea of him just like he was obsessed with the idea of you. Sometimes after a stream when beomie would go to your private chat complimenting you and saying goodnight you were laid out in bed giggling and kicking your feet, blushing and smiling acting as if you've never had a boyfriend before in your life. No man had ever made you this giddy in real life and no one else from your streams compared. 

You remember finding the little phone charm when you were on vacation smiling like a madman just thinking about beomiebear so you bought it. You wouldn't be able to forget the cute little bear or the lolly pop, beomiebear, and his bubblegum princess in pink. Always wondered if he had put it to use or if it was sitting in his nightstand with your panties. 

Tonight you set up your stream for a get ready with me, fingers rolling over your nipples to get them hard, “Hi! Tonight is just going to be a short stream, it feels like forever since I've been on but it's been only one day,” your eyes scan over chat, welcoming the users who tip or the ones you've seen before. These streams never did as well as the ones with you masturbating but they did bring in long-term tippers, the ones who requested private texts and videos often. “I'm going out tonight so I need help to make sure I look good, do you think you could help me decide on a few things?” 

Your setup is in your spare room, the one space that made you sign for your apartment as soon as you saw it. Your backdrop is set up right along the back wall, a bed set up lengthwise along the wall with all your pillows to lay down at the perfect angle for your camera. Your vanity is usually behind the camera, only used when you do streams like these, the lights setting the mood. The small closet attached to the room held anything you wore for streams, all your toys and props organized under where everything hung. Tonight you were going out with friends for drinks for a rare night out with friends. You spend most of the time commuting to class and home, and with both your cam schedule and your school schedule you didn’t go out much. And none of your friends knew your little secret and you would keep it like that as long as you possibly could. 

You held up the two options you had picked out for tonight, “maybe I should try them both on for you?” 

It then that beomies name pops up in chat and your smile brightens, “Hi beomiebear! Which one should I try first?” you were going for an angel or devil theme with the white set and the black set in hand, both of them nearly identical to each other.

beomiebear: Don’t we get to see the lingerie first?

“I didn’t even think of that beomie you’re so right. I would need your help to pick out the perfect panties for these, hmm let me see what I have,” you dig through your collection, pulling out a few options for them to pick between. “Here I have pink,” you hold them up one at a time, “white, red, and black. If I wear the white skirt I don’t know if I'll be able to wear the red but why don’t we see?” 

Your top half was mostly in frame as you changed your panties but stepping closer to the bed you could see more of your body in the viewfinder. Picking up the white skirt to pull it on, purposefully tugging it up higher. “see what I mean everyone would be able to see, especially if I bend over,” you demonstrate leaning over the bed and looking over your shoulder as you wiggle your hips. 

beomgyu is sitting in his apartment biting his lip trying to decide if he should touch himself when he has to be ready in an hour to leave for drinks with his friends. Debating if the clean up is worth it but knowing that if he doesn't get off at least once he will be fighting a boner for a while. He watches as you pick up the next pair of panties to try, you’re standing in front of the camera tugging your skirt down enough so that when you take off the red pair the camera doesn't pick it up, but as you tug on the white lace and bend back over the bed he gives up on resisting. The material is just sheer enough to show the outline of your cunt and as you sway your hips asking if these are better the fabric slips along your lips. there is no way he is not touching himself now. “oops,” you giggle fixing the lace so that it sits right again, “maybe not these, don’t want anyone else seeing what is only meant for my angels,” 

you stand back up, “You know what I think the black skirt is better,” you slide the white skirt off leaving you back in your tiny cropped tank and lace panties before sliding up the black skirt, “okay but now the white is too showy,” you bend again, “what should I pick next the black or the pink?” gyu is fast to respond, “okay beomie says pink so I think we have to try that one next,” and gyu doesn't know what happens to him when he sees you wear pink only that he's whimpering with his hand down his sweats picking up his pace as he squeezes his cock. When you bend doing your little wiggle he knows he's the one who sent these to you from your wishlist, that alone makes him cum. His head falls back against the headboard, not caring about the mess anymore when you’re there taking your top off, pushing down on your boobs with your arm to hide giggling about not wanting to wear a bra tonight. Your bare back to the camera as you pull on your new top. 

By the end of your stream, he was cutting it close to making it out on time to meet up with everyone. But when he got to the bar they had saved him a seat at their booth half taken up with his friends and half taken up with yours. 

You were half squished between your friend and soobin, feeling claustrophobic amongst the group. soobin and you have an econ class together along with another friend at the table. He had invited the two of you out a couple of times but it was always on a Friday and you always made the most of Friday nights. But he had asked to celebrate the end of the semester pointing out everyone else was going so you agreed wanting to finally get out even if it was only the one time. So far all of his friends were nice, picking up conversation easily and adding everyone in like they had been besties for years. gyu didn’t even realize it was you at the table until you lifted your head at yeonjuns loud, “Look who finally made it!” 

beomgyu had only just seen you on his screen, putting on lipstick and blowing a kiss to your chat before logging off, he felt like he was hallucinating but he didn’t want to get caught staring. He tried to keep his features blank, avoiding spending too much time looking at you when he nodded a short greeting to everyone. he wasn't fully convinced it was you until soobin was introducing your side of the table, “And this is gyu,” 

your smile was the barest reaction he had ever seen you give, “Hi gyu,” so unlike the way you look when you call him beomie. he sat on the other side of soobin as the others continued their conversation. His hands were slick with sweat as he discreetly pulled out his phone pulling up your private chat, he had messaged you after stream like he usually did complimenting you, your sweet reply always going straight to his heart. He typed out a message for you clicking his phone off and letting it sit in his lap as he watched you pick yours up. 

beomiebear: I hope you’re thinking of me while you’re dressed that pretty tonight don’t need you forgetting me. 

beomgyu was trying not to make it obvious he was watching you as your face lit up typing before clicking your phone off. In his lap, his buzzed and he knew it was you. That little smile gave away more than anything else. 

you: There is no way I could forget about you when I'm always thinking about you <3

And as much as beomgyu wants to talk to you he's completely scared shitless. 

He feels like the second you two lock eyes you'll know he knows you’re a cam girl. That you'll feel weird once you know he's watched you get off for what feels like forever. Not even that he just watched but he's gotten off more times than he can count from watching you. that not even two hours ago he was fucking his hand wishing it was you and you had only been changing. He wouldn't be able to take it if you ignored him, stopped answering his messages, and smiled at his user. So he bit his tongue and sat back.

beomgyu didn’t think he would have a problem acting normal but when your friend dragged you out onto the dance floor it was almost painful not to watch you. the way your body was moving drawing him in without him noticing he was stuck on you until soobin bumped his shoulder, “just talk to her,” 

“w-what no,” he stumbled, waving away the suggestion, “she wouldn't- I'm not-“ his heart was beating so hard he's sure any more attention brought to him would give him away. 

“I will if you don’t,” gyu gave the deadliest glance, it was the last thing he ever wanted to think about, his friend and you together when it should be him. soobin chuckled, “I'm kidding I like her friend but it proves my point on why you should speak up,” 

beomgyu bit the inside of his cheek before muttering, “I'm getting another drink,” 

and that's where you found him at the bar. He was checking the time on his phone waiting for his drink when you popped up next to him leaning over the bartop waving over the bartender. Not even noticing he was from your group until the bartender walked right past ignoring you. gyu went stiff, placing his phone face down on the counter when you spoke up, “gyu right?” 

“Yeah,” he absentmindedly starts to play with the charm on his phone, flicking the lollipop. He knows you've never seen him, that you wouldn't know him in the way he knows you. Every shared glance feels as if you will just know it's him, like his username is written on his forehead that if you paid enough attention would be visible to only you. He could feel a pit in his stomach, a brewing mix of embarrassment and need. If he wasn't worried you would freak out he wanted to get to know you like he would any other girl in the bar. Ask you to dance, get you a drink, flirt until the sun comes up; he wanted you to like him, feel something for him even if it was a fraction of what he felt for you. 

“how do you know soobin?” you ask just trying to make conversation as you wait for another bartender to pass. 

“we're childhood friends and we roomed together our first year,” he flicks the charm again, looking over at the glasses lining the wall in front of the two of you, missing the way you looked down at what he was messing with. 

You could feel your heart in your ears at seeing the charm on his phone, the instant realization almost blinding. Your silence is what makes gyu look back at you, both of you looking at eachother like you saw a ghost. The two of you jumped out of your skin when Yeonjun and Kai came up behind gyu to say goodbye. 

“beomgyu were leaving,” and if Kai hadn't said his name at that exact moment you could have written it off. Anyone could be beomiebear it didn’t have to be gyu but mixed with the phone charm at that exact moment you couldn't have missed it. 

“o-okay,” beomgyu had to clear his throat to get the words out. the final nail in the coffin was when Yeonjun ruffled gyus hair as a salute not knowing he was leaving the two of you in a puddle of nerves after saying, “Bye beomie,” 

Even if it's a packed room, the only thing you can see is gyu in front of you. you had always dreaded the day when you would meet a member outside of chat, the possibility so much higher with your face uncovered. Now you were face to face with someone you had proof watched almost every single one of your streams. “so… is it going to be really uncomfortable now?” 

“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable at all. I wasn't going to say anything,” beomgyu feels like he's rambling, grasping for straws to try to right the situation. You can see the panic on his face, the same face you're re-examining with your new clarity. A deep blush is set across his cheeks, his brows pinched in worry. 

“no it's okay I'm more shocked than uncomfortable,” you try to laugh it off, finger brushing over the little bear charm. “Happy to put a face to the name, you’re way cuter than I imagined,” 

beomgyu could feel warmth all over his body at the compliment, a soft smile showing itself. “you think?” it was so much better in person to hear you say nice things, to know it was meant for him alone. 

you give a soft chuckle waving, “Do you want to dance with me? I don’t think the bartender cares about us at this point,” 

“o-okay,” 

beomgyu couldn't believe you were here, the two of you are so close now that beomgyu can smell your perfume, making his cock so much harder remembering your panties pressed to his face, aided now by the way you were grinding back on him. he had a hard time putting his hands on you in the first place, you have to guide him to grab your waist. But as the night went on he was finding it easier and easier to let his hands roam wherever you let him. 

It felt as if you've known him for so long, everything falling into place as if you've always known each other, like that first stream was a first date and you haven't been apart since. If it had been anyone else you think you would have gone straight home and locked yourself away, with beomiebear, with beomgyu, you felt as if you could lock the two of you in a room and never leave. Because even if he had been behind the screen he still had picked up on the way you liked things. 

You turned wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to your mouth, “it's getting late,” 

“I don’t wanna go,” he confessed not caring if you could feel his erection pressed against you, he wanted to stay with you not see you go. 

“You don’t want to go home with me?” if you could push yourself any closer you would just to make your point, “Because something tells me you really do,” 

beomgyus mouth is dry, trying and failing to come up with words that won't seem too needy because all he wants to do is beg. he would have you right here if he could, right in the back of the uber you called to pick the two of you up. He's never been so nervous to be with anyone before, even his first time he was less needy and more confident. What breaks him is when you get to your apartment, when you push open the door to your spare room and he sees that pink bed from your background, moody lights and all. He moans at the thought of all the times he's seen you spread out on those very pillows with your hand between your thighs. The white skirt and panties you didn’t wear were still on the floor. “are you really wearing the panties I picked out?” his voice was caught in his throat, not at all how he wanted it to come off. But you just smile from the doorway, no one has ever been in here with you before and it gives you butterflies.

“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” you ask, sliding your hands up his chest and around his neck. 

He's slow to kiss you, the soft tentative nature of his kiss unlike how you thought he would be. He was being so gentle, taking his time with you, exploring the way you two fit together. His hands at your waist pulling you into him, kissing you breathless. beomgyu could make out with you forever, making every effort to know you inside and out. one hand sliding down the curve of your ass, pushing your shirt up until he was feeling the lace of your panties, groaning into your kiss. “do you-,” he can’t even pull himself away from you, pressing himself closer, coming back to your mouth like it was the source, “do you think-“

you have to pull away giggling. “it's okay beomgyu I'll still kiss you after you ask your question,” he's nodding like he understands, nose brushing against yours as he tries to latch back onto your mouth. 

“Do you think I could watch you?” those puppy dog eyes working wonders on your stomach, “please,”

“only if I get to see what it looks like on the other side of the screen,” you reach down to cup him over his jeans, “it's only fair,” beomgyu has never been so noisy in his life, whimpering as you feel him up, wanting to thrust into the air when you pull away. “Do you want me to use a toy?” 

he's nodding his head watching you pull open your closet door, the drawer you pull open overstocked with everything he's ever seen you use in a stream, even things he hasn't seen you use yet. He's almost a little shocked at the sight of all the options to choose from, mind filtering through every reaction he can remember you having with each one, needing to see your lashes flutter. It's when he sees the wand toy from the first stream he attended that he knows there was never another option for him. 

beomgyu sits on your vanity chair, leaning back against the cushion to get the perfect angle to watch you. The nerves were new for you, even the first few streams you had done you had been able to overlook the feeling because you were just alone in the room and no one really watched. Now you were actively being seen because even if the chat was running it was almost always positive comments that boosted your ego. Even other partners hadn't stepped into the space and maybe that's what was making it worse, you didn’t want to disappoint, but as you laid back on the pillows all stacked up to keep you slightly upright and looked at beomgyu it all faded away. He was watching you like he was seconds away from devouring you, that needy crease to his brow, the hem of his shirt rolled up just enough to show off his navel and waistband of his underwear. 

You lifted your knees to your chest using your arm to help keep them up, the way you were folded made your panties tighten against your cunt, the wet outline making gyus mouth water. He popped the button of his jeans, zipping down the zipper, to give him some release. You clicked on the vibrator, the hum the only sound in the room as you pressed it over your clit. Your reaction was instant, hips jerking and lashes fluttering. You could see the way beomgyus breathing increased, his hand pushed into his pants, lip between his teeth to keep his moans quiet. 

“I want to hear you,” you gasp, “I need to hear you,” 

beomgyu nods adam's apple bobbing, the breathy whimpers taking up all of the space in your mind until he pulls down his pants. His cock is heavy as it slaps against his stomach, beomgyu works fast to take off his shirt not caring where it lands as you focus in on every vein on his shaft. He's already so leaky, all his precum aiding his strokes. The visual of watching his hand working himself drives you insane, your imagination running wild as his hand pumps up and down stopping right at the flared tip, picturing exactly what it would feel like when he pushes into you. Your orgasm comes crashing down on you, the pretty sounds coming from your mouth alone have beomgyu following right after, both of you locking eyes across the room as you try to come down from your high. gyus stomach is covered in streaks of his cum, sliding down with every breath he takes. You click off the wand not wanting to overstimulate yourself letting it fall in the pillows next to you.

Your panties are completely soaked as you push them down, strings of wetness still clinging to the fabric. You toss them over to beomgyu who's eager to catch them, cleaning up the mess he's made only to wrap them around his still-hard cock, letting your combined cum work as more lube for his slow pumps. “Your cock is so pretty beomie, does it put the gift I gave you to good use?” 

beomgyus thrusts up into his hand at the nickname, “Yes, I-I make sure to give it clitty kisses just like you told me,” 

you run your fingers through your slick folds spreading your legs wider to give him a better view, “are you going to give me clitty kisses before you fuck me?” beomgyu has to pull his hand away from himself before he came again at the question. He had dreamed of tasting you; getting lost between your thighs. He dropped your panties making his way to kneel in front of you on the bed. You still had your shirt and skirt on and he helped take both of them off before hooking your knees over his shoulders. As much as he has seen your pussy on screen nothing beats in person, your swollen clit covered in your slick, his head framed by your thighs. beomgyu is licking his lips as you brush your fingers through his hair, pushing the strands behind his ears, his eyes flickering up to yours as he wraps his hands around your thighs to keep you still. “how is it that you look this edible?”

you roll your hips, the heels of your feet pushing into his back, “just get to eating me,” 

his lips ghost over your clit, your whimper drawing him closer, soft kisses dusting over every part of your pussy. You have to tighten your hold on his hair, pushing him to your clit to get him to move past all his teasing. beomgyu moans at the taste of you, the vibrations aiding his work on your clit. If he could spend the rest of the night between your legs overstimulating you he would. Every sound and movement in reaction to the way he's making you feel fuling him on. He's messy as he buries his face into you, all of your wetness gathered on his tongue as he circles your bundle of nerves, sucking deeply making you roll your head back. Your second orgasm is blinding as he presses two fingers into you, the pressure making you see spots, legs closing in around his ears. 

When beomgyu pulls away your legs feel weak when they rest back on the bed. He kisses up your stomach, loving your uneven breathing as you try to come back to reality. His mouth is all over you, tongue trialing your skin before he finds your nipples. Taking his time with each he lightly tugs them between his teeth, sucking along the delicate flesh leaving marks up and down your body. beomgyus thinking about seeing all the hickeys he's leaving on you when you stream, everyone knowing someone had their mouth on you. The thought alone has him humping into the mattress, your giggles waking him up as you run your thumb over his cheek, “who knew beomiebear would be so needy,” 

“only for you,” he confesses kissing your extended wrist, “please let me fuck you, please,” 

you don’t hesitate to let your legs fall open wider as an invitation beomgyus cock already pressed against your thigh, sticky still from earlier. “you don’t need to beg,” 

you help him guide himself to your entrance, mushroom tip pressing in enough to make you shiver, mouth opening in a silent moan at the feeling. beomgyu can’t contain his noises, eyes glued to where the two of you are connected. He pushed in further the sight of him disappearing into your cunt like a beacon he won’t look away from. He doesn’t look up to see your face until he gives one last thrust to fully knock his pelvis to yours. Your head is rolled back with that hazy fucked out expression and he’s hardly done anything at all. he rolls his hips back before pushing all the way back in your whimper tearing him apart. “you feel so fucking good,” 

beomgyu sits back on his heels dragging you with him, hands holding your hips as your back arches. The angle pushing him right against your gspot, your feet digging Into the mattress as gyu frantically picks up his pace. He guides your body down on his cock, every thrust making your boobs bounce. beomgyu is lost in the feeling, desperate whimpers escaping him, veins in his hands and arms bulging from his hold on you. 

“beomie,” the name slipping so easily, the whine making beomgyu feel like any second he would cum especially when you felt this warm, this wet. He was using you like his own personal cock sleeve focused solely on getting his cum as deep as possible into you. 

Blindly you reached out next to you for the vibrator, finding it and turning it on pressing it to your clit. beomgyu can feel his orgasm building aided by the way you’re squeezing him. Sloppily thrusting he feels the tightness in his balls, he presses as close as he can get himself to you. 

The fucked out expression on his face as his hot cum spills inside you triggers your orgasm, the wand pressed to your clit also pressed to the base of his cock overstimulating the both of you. You go to move it but beomgyu’s hand shoots out holding the vibrator in place watching the way your body convulses. Thighs trying to close in around him, your cries loud enough you know you’ll get a noise complaint. But beomgyu’s cock is still pulsing your body milking him in a way no one ever has before. 

It’s only when he sees the tears in your eyes that he pulls the wand away, switching it off and laying himself onto you. His mouth is on your neck, hammering pulse pressed to his lips as he gives you slow soft thrusts making sure you’re stuffed full of his cum. 

Your arms wrap around his shoulders, fingers curling in the sweaty strands of hair at the base of his neck. Both of you catch your breath slowly coming back to yourselves. 

When he pulls out you feel the overwhelming gush of your combined cum slipping out and down to puddle on the mattress. beomgyu sat back watching in amazement. “I’ve always wanted to see what your pussy would look like after i was done with it,” two fingers scooping up anything he could to stuff it right back in.

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[madamechrissy]

Emperor! Gojo chap one preview

preview of the fic based on the Emperor! Gojo headcanons!

Fic is here

pairings- emperor! Gojo x reader

warnings- heavy heavy angst and past loves, hurt eventual comfort, story will be smutty and messy ofc, this is gonna be a long ass story lol I lied abt 4 parts

The pretty, intricate tea cup swirls with amber liquid, you’re gently spinning your little gold spoon in it, as you wonder at the time. It’s your second cup of tea, as you wait for him - your husband to be, the Emperor Gojo. You don’t know anything about him aside from tales of his military exploits, and you have heard he’s very young still. Some say he’s handsome, but you can’t say you care.

The memories of the love you left, the family you left behind, to now be surrounded by strangers, was brutal, lingering pain mixing with the terror of being in a new country. You are trying to understand their customs, their cultures, luckily you know their language, but you miss your home terribly. You miss feeling safe in the castle you grew up in.

Mostly, you miss him - your guard, the man you’d just finally started to kiss, he’d started to explore your body when you two had the briefest of moments. You thought you’d run away with him, only to be dragged here, without a chance to do more than leave him a letter of farewell, and now you’re waiting for a man for - it must have been an hour - sipping on your third cup of tea.

Everything is immaculate in this place, your chambers, the pavilion itself, covered in blues and whites, the colors of the Gojo family. You were greeted friendly enough, shown your new ladies in waiting, as yours were not allowed to come, the palace itself was under constant high security. They didn’t welcome outsiders, and you can tell they don’t welcome you.

Having been whispered about, talked about as you walked through the lively pavilions, passing many workers and ladies who bow to you, before whispering behind your back. It’s as if everyone smiles to your face, then starts gossiping - and god do you hear all of it, even now, the three ladies standing behind you murmur to each other behind their fans.

He’s an hour late, he’s not coming!

What an insult… he’s probably with his favorite concubine!

Concubine Lola, it must be.

What if we worked for her - her pavilion-

“Could you all please stop?” Your words have the three girls gasping, you don’t even look back at them, tracing your fingers along the pretty rose patterns of your tea cup, of the little dish under it. You scoop some of the honey in a little dish, watching it roll gently into the tea, still steaming up with puffs of condensation.

They quiet down, or their whispers are quieter you should say, as you sit there in your immaculate gowns, the highest of fashion. You were done up with make up, your hair piled high in the latest fashion with the prettiest blue pin that had been bestowed upon you from him - from Gojo - through a servant of his.

Yet, here you are, alone.

Your mind drifts as you wait, as you eye the elaborate tarts that the cook has whipped up, sitting there untouched, your tummy hurting from the nausea rolling over you in waves. How could you just leave Suguru behind? Did he get your letter? He always knew there wasn’t much hope, but you were the one littered with wild ideas, the hopeful one.

He kissed your neck the last time you saw him, toying with you under your skirts - the style back home was many voluminous ones, and he had no problem finding your clit under them. He’d drank in your quiet little whimpers as his violet eyes looked down at you, his other hand at the nape of your neck when you’d said it - I love you.

He had kissed you quiet, having you cum for the first time, the memories make you heat up and blush. You’d both had to separate, and that’s the night you found out you had to leave your home forever. Not just another territory or land, no - an entire country, a five day trip on ship and two days on land to get here. A man who clearly has no interest to even show up.

Suddenly, a beautiful woman with long white locks comes in, smiling kindly at you, she has brilliant blue eyes - so blue they’re enchanting. You quickly recover your thoughts, standing as well, palms just a little sweaty as you bow your head, and she does as well, decked in the color blue, her hair falling just a bit in front of a beautiful face.

“Former Empress Gojo,” she greets then, she comes over to kindly take your hands, you smile nervously. “I’m so sorry, my son is… occupied… and will not make the meeting.”

“Oh, I see,” you are seething - can he not walk a few steps to greet you after the week it took? But you hold it all in, keeping your composure and smiling, as her ladies whisper behind her to your ladies - god the court is gossipy. “Is he well, your majesty?”

“Don’t be so formal, I’ll be your mother in law soon.” She kindly smiles, but you hear the whispers.

He’s with all of them?

At once? Scandalous!

Do they get along that well?

“Ladies,” his mother chides them, like a sweet mother duck, and they instantly quiet, she looks at you, tilting her head. “You are most beautiful.”

“Oh, thank you Lady Gojo.” You bow your head again.

“And such manners, you’ll do well.” You wish her words made you feel better, but they don’t.

You just want to fucking go home.

[l4ndoflove]

the winner takes it all

[E] suicide attempt (sleeping pills overdose), social media hate, mental health struggles, depression (lmk if i missed anything)

feat. lando norris

lyrics preview when oscar wins in bahrain, lando loses everything: credibility, respect... and almost his life, too

maddie i'm tired of people hating on lando for literally no reason, so i wrote about it

2045 words

The race had gone… good. Not great, but not necessarily bad either.

Sure, receiving a five-second penalty for overshooting his grid box at the start wasn’t exactly optimal, but Lando had still managed to get a podium, going from P6 to P3. And you really thought—you hoped—that would be enough for him.

But the moment you saw him stepping up there, you knew it wasn’t.

He did everything right, as if it was all part of a routine he’d learned to perform like some kind of circus monkey: wave, clap, smile. Repeat. He took his trophy, listened to the anthem, sprayed the champagne—turning his back to Oscar and going straight for Andrea.

Rookie mistake.

The media noticed. Of course they did. Had they ever missed anything when it came to Lando, after all?

Within minutes, the clip of him “ignoring” his teammate had gone viral, and suddenly, it was Hungary 2024 all over again. The usual criticism was quick to follow:

he is a good driver but actually so incredibly immature

grow up Lando, you win some and lose some

Piastri making strides 💪 Lando going backwards

It always ended up with people spitting venom at him at every given opportunity—even for something as stupid as this—so you didn’t give it much thought, praying that Lando would do the same.

When you scrolled down your Instagram page, however, your heart clenched at the sight of his post-race interview, already trending on every F1-related account. He was clearly disappointed with the result, the car… himself.

You opened the comments, expecting to find, if not sympathy, at least some basic human decency.

But you should’ve known better.

yes lando you aren’t good enought

This guy is not a world champion 😂😂

If you can’t handle your emotions, you’re not strong enough. Thats why he never wins a worldtitle

During his rookie days I’d have some sympathy but now he just looks like a whiney child

He will be 2nd driver soon

Tears clouded your vision as you clutched the phone so hard you thought it might break.

You wished it did.

Maybe that would’ve finally erased the cruelty, the hate, the insults people apparently liked to throw at a 25-year-old boy who was already carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders—a world that was ready to jump at his throat the moment he slipped up.

You needed to find him before something like that could happen again. So you ran.

The cooldown room was still buzzing with electricity when you stormed in, the kind that lingers only after champagne-soaked celebrations and loud smiles. Your eyes searched every corner of it, looking for a curly head they didn’t find, landing on Oscar instead, drenched from head to toe and radiating happiness while he chatted with Zak.

“Hey,” he smiled warmly as soon as he spotted you, his expression shifting immediately when he noticed how tense yours was. “Something wrong?”

“Lando?” It wasn’t an answer, but you hoped Oscar would catch on either way.

You didn’t like how he frowned in confusion instead.

“He told me he was going back to the hotel with you,” he explained, brows furrowed.

Your stomach dropped, color draining from your face.

Panic.

The second he saw your reaction, it clicked in his head, too. “Wait, why would he…”

You didn’t let him finish—just turned around and left, sprinting out of the paddock like your life depended on it.

Because, even if yours didn’t, Lando’s might.

And you knew what Oscar was about to say. It was the same question that gnawed at you as you ran one red light after the other, your mind going faster than your car ever could.

Why would he lie about where he is?

***

The silence hit you like a slap in the face when you finally entered the hotel room.

Not welcoming. Not peaceful.

Empty.

Like something was missing.

There was no background music playing in the kitchen, no faint chattering coming from the TV you usually left on, no white noise of any sort… just eerie, deafening silence.

But your boyfriend didn’t do silence.

He hated it.

“Lando?” Your voice echoed off the walls. Too loud. Too scared. “Baby, it’s me.”

Still nothing.

You paced around the apartment like a ghost, looking for any sign of his presence in the shadows that crowded the place.

It was the bathroom light, bleeding through the darkness from beneath a half-open door, that ended up catching your attention. You reached for it like a moth to a flame, gaze dropping to the floor as soon as you found yourself in the doorway.

Your knees followed it.

He was there. Slumped against the wall, his head lolling sideways, fingers wrapped loosely around a bottle of sleeping pills.

When you took it from his hand to check it, there were only a few of them left.

You almost threw up.

“Lando. No, no, no, shit–Lando, wake up. Baby, please, wake up, don’t do this to me–” Tears streamed down your cheeks, his name falling out of your mouth like a plea as you gently cupped his jaw with your palms.

His eyelids fluttered open at the sound of your voice. Slow. Heavy. As if something so simple had suddenly become incredibly painful.

“That’s it, baby. Just keep your eyes open for me, okay? Stay awake, I’m here. I’m here.” You kept repeating that last sentence like a mantra, running one of your hands through his curls while you rushed to dial the emergency number with the other, your fingers shaking so much you only got it right on the third try.

You didn’t give the operator on the other end a chance to speak when they finally picked up, a river of disconnected sentences flowing out of your mouth—he’s barely conscious, he took some pills, I don’t know how many, please hurry up.

Then, just as you were about to hang up, his lips parted, a whisper so low you could’ve imagined it pushing past them.

“I fucked up.”

Yes, you fucked up, you wanted to scream, but the relief of finally hearing his voice, of knowing he could still breathe, only brought more tears to your eyes.

“You’re okay.” Lie. “You’re okay, and that’s all that matters. You hear me? Just–” you choked on your words. “Just stay with me, please.”

“M’tired.” His voice was hoarse, scraping his throat like he’d been screaming for hours. Maybe he had.

“I know, baby, I know,” you sobbed, pressing your forehead against his—raw, desperate, alive. “But hold on a little longer. Just a little, okay? Shit, Lan, I’m sorry....”

I’m sorry I didn’t see it coming.

***

The next few hours were a blur.

Red and blue lights. White gowns.

You refused to let go of Lando’s hand while the paramedics loaded him into the ambulance, holding it even tighter when they put needles into his arms and ran fluids through his veins, your fingers linked to his like a lifeline.

For him or yourself, you didn’t know anymore.

They told you he was lucky. That if you hadn’t found him and acted so quickly, he could’ve–

You didn’t want to think about it.

Which was hard when the only thing you could see was how frail your boyfriend looked on that bed, his skin as pale as the blanket he was tucked under, small and helpless like a child.

You didn’t leave his side for a second, caressing his face with the same gentleness and care of a mother while you lulled him softly—allowing yourself to pretend.

Pretend he’d just gone back to sleep after a bad dream.

Pretend he wasn’t surrounded by machines that lived for him after he stopped trying to.

Pretend you didn’t almost give up, too, when you saw him limp on the bathroom floor back at the hotel.

It was 3 a.m. when he finally gave the first signs of life.

A beep on the monitor. A sharp, weak inhale as he stirred.

He blinked.

“You’re awake,” you choked out a laugh, relief washing over you as you took his hand between your trembling ones and planted a kiss on his knuckles.

His skin beneath your lips felt warm, familiar.

The chuckle that left his, not so much.

“You’re surprised.”

Bitterness. Guilt. Shame.

You froze and glanced up at him, a chill running down your spine at the insinuation hidden behind his words.

He didn’t meet your gaze.

“Lando.”

He flinched, staring at the ceiling like he couldn’t stand the idea of seeing the reflection of his mistake on your face if he turned toward you instead.

As if it was easier to ignore you rather than acknowledge your concern.

“Lando, look at me. Please.”

You heard it before you saw it: his breath hitching when you begged him. Begged him to let you in, to show you the demons he’d been carrying alone for too long—so long that they’d almost taken over him.

Then, a single tear ran down his cheek.

And another.

And another.

Until he couldn’t stop them anymore, and they just kept spilling from his eyes, each one heavier than the one before.

Without a second thought, you crawled into bed beside him, letting him bury his face in the crook of your neck as you muttered sweet nothings against his temple, fighting to hold yourself together and be strong for the both of you.

“I’m sorry,” he cried, violent sobs racking his chest. Your hands drew soothing paths down his back, and you wished that could be enough to stop his shoulders from shaking like there was an earthquake wrecking him from the inside.

“For what, baby?” you asked, voice laced with the kind of sadness that only witnessing the person you love trying to self-destroy himself could bring.

“For... being like this. I hate it. I fucking hate it. And I don’t–” he gasped, out of breath. “–shit, I don’t know how to fix it.”

“Because you don’t have to. There’s nothing to fix, Lan. I know people expect you to, but you’re not a robot. You’re a human being, and you’re allowed to break. Okay?”

“It hurts,” he sniffled, though you could feel the tension starting to leave his body under your touch.

He lay there for what felt like hours, curled into your side like a baby while you held him close to your heart, hoping he’d hear how fast it beat and realized that it only ached for him.

The first rays of light filtered through the small hospital window when Lando’s breathing finally slowed down, matching your own.

You almost thought he'd fallen asleep—peaceful, at last—but then you felt him shift against you, his brown locks tickling your throat when he pulled back slightly to look up at you.

His eyes were glassy and red-rimmed, eyelashes sticking together, wet with tears, but still undeniably, utterly him.

“I didn’t want to die,” he whispered, realization dawning on him as soon as those words left him mouth.

You didn’t miss the flicker of fear in his gaze, either: it terrified him thinking about how close he’d been to ending it all—when he actually didn’t want to.

“I was just... tired, I guess.” He sighed deeply, almost to prove his point. He really did look exhausted. “And they were getting too loud.”

“Who? People online? You know I always tell you not to worry about what they sa–”

“The voices in my head.”

The way he said it, as if that was something he’d learned to live with the hard way, was like a punch to the gut.

“Then you scream louder. And I’ll scream with you until the only voices you can hear are yours and mine. Because it’s you who should have the power to silence them, not the other way around. Understood?”

He nodded, weak but trustful, his wide eyes a sea of blue and green as you stared into them.

“I love you,” you added, gently brushing your lips against his forehead. “Even when you think nobody does.”

“Promise?” he croaked, voice breaking as he nuzzled closer into the comforting heat of your chest.

“Promise.”

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[joaquinwhorres]

Mr. Fix-It (preview)

You swept stray wisps of hair back into place, as you stared down into the drum of your washing machine. Your gaze drifted to the tupperware container in your hand and then back to the soapy water. 

It'd been fifteen minutes since you started bailing out water with the largest container you had, but the drum was still half-way full. At this pace, you'd be running between the machine and bathroom until three in the morning.  

"Motherfucker," you swore, throwing the tupperware at the washer. The hard plastic clanged loudly against the metal side before clattering to the ground. 

It wasn't as satisfying of a tantrum as you'd hoped. Not when this was the sixth time in four months that laundry day had turned into a complete disaster.

"Mother-fucking-piece-of shit!" You kicked at the machine between each word, drops of water flying off your rain boot as the echo of each hit reverberated through your apartment.

This outburst felt a little better. 

With a heavy sigh, your shoulders drooped and you stared back at your washer, the panel still completely dark. "Why won't you work?" you whined, bending down to embrace the appliance. "Just turn on please," you whispered into the drum. "I promise I'll be nice if you just turn back on this once. I'll never use you again. I'll go to a laundromat and you can retire if you want. I'll even let you stay here–"

There was a knock at your door.

You screwed your eyes shut, lightly banging your head against the washer. Of course. You gave yourself until the next knock to wallow in misery before straightening up and heading for the door. 

Naturally, as you moved towards the door, your foot slipped out for the second time today (despite the rainboots you'd put on to prevent it from happening again), and you slid across the floor, finding your footing for a second only to stumble forward as your body continued over your stopped foot, crashing right into the door. 

"Are you ok?" the person on the other side called through, and you exhaled through your nose all of the frustration and despair you felt in the moment, plastering on what had to be the most artificial smile you'd ever given.

"I'm fine!" you called back, undoing the locks to pull open the door.

There, standing before you, was an incredibly attractive man. 

Because of course there was when you were wearing soaked laundry day sweats tucked into your rainboots, your hair all over the place, cheeks flushed from running the length of the apartment between the washer and tub.

"Hey," his brow furrowed in concern as he took in each part of your frazzled presence. "I'm Joaquín--your downstairs neighbor. I heard some banging and just wanted to make sure everything was ok."

"I'm so sorry," you shook your head. "My washer's broken, so I've been trying to fix it, and I just got a little frustrated. I'll make sure to keep it down."

"No!" he said quickly, waving his hands in front of him. "No, I didn't mean--the noise is fine. I hardly ever hear you which is what made me think to come up. Your washer's broken?" He threw in the last question as if he'd just realized he was rambling and needed to find a way to stop himself. 

"Yeah, it won't turn on."

"And you texted Jim?"

You nodded. "He said his guy's on vacation til next Monday, so it'll be Monday or Tuesday at the soonest." As if you hadn't waited until you were completely out of clean underwear to do laundry and could make it five days. Mentally, you added Go to Target to your to-do list. 

Joaquin nodded, seeming to mull over the information. "Do you want me to take a look at it?"

You shook your head tiredly. "It's fine. I'm probably about to give it up. I just couldn't go down without a fight."

He grinned at this, and you had to admit, it made you feel the tiniest bit better. "You sure? Fixing machines is kind of my thing." A thought seemed to strike him as he looked a bit horrified for a second and added. "Then again, if you don't want to let a guy you just met into your apartment, I totally understand."

"I mean at this point I'm open to being murdered, so by all means," you stepped back from the door, gesturing for him to come in, and he did so, laughing. 

"Sorry, murdering isn't really my thing."

"And I was just starting to like you, Joaquin," you said, dryly, shutting the door behind him. 

[gotta-winwin]

(🪽) ... to the stars

⭐ starring: jeonghan

🪽preview: “I love you, angel.” He whispered, pressing a light kiss against your lips when you finally found the courage to let him go. He hesitated, face inches from yours, as if he was debating whether or not to go in for a second kiss. He retracted in the end, standing up straight and grabbing his various bags. He knew that if he kissed you a second time, he’d lose all self control and you’d end up in bed with your clothes off, and him, very late. 

“I’ll be back soon!” He called as he entered the car, a smiling Seungcheol waving to you as he helped Jeonghan bring his bags in. “Don’t die because you miss me too much!” 

The last thing you see before they drive off is Jeonghan’s dazzling smile, his shining eyes and his clean cut hair.

tw/cw: talk of the "e" word, oral f!receiving, manhandling, surprise sex, jeonghan gets buff after training, mention of female + male parts, jeonghan goes kinda feral, overstim!

🪽rating: 18+ | word count: 2.1k

☁️ masterlist & a/n: i really can't believe it's only been two months since jeonghan enlisted it feels like FOREVER and WAY TOO LONG. also - first try at full on smut so...was giggling while writing this i had way too much fun. let me know how ya'll feel! smut starts in ch 4

MINORS DNI

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(🪽)

The dreaded “e-word” has haunted both you and Jeonghan since the start of your relationship. The stupid prospect of enlistment gnawed at both your insides, like an impending doomsday clock - ticking, ticking away at your time together. 

Maybe you were being dramatic - but if tour was painful for the two of you, enlistment would surely kill. 

“At least one good thing came out of me injuring my shoulder.” Jeonghan quipped, stretching lazily over your legs as you laid in bed. “I’ll be on duty, but I get to go home every night.” He stared up at you with playful eyes. “It’ll basically be a nine to five, after my basic training is complete.” 

Returning the playful look, you scrunched your nose, relishing the last few days with him next to you. “I guess.” You hummed, reaching a hand to run your fingers through his long hair. You’d be seeing his precious locks go tomorrow, and the loss felt like losing a baby. You had basically raised his perfect, luscious hair yourself - a handful of his hair products being yours. You’d miss picking out his monthly hair colors as well. (Red hair Jeonghan was by far still your greatest achievement).

“Don’t be sad, angel.” He closed his eyes as you massaged his hair, eyelashes fluttering against his cheek. “It’s not like I’m leaving forever.” 

“You’re not very upset about it.” You pouted, feeling slighted by the way he seemed so unbothered. “You must think you’re not going to miss me very much, Hannie.” Your tone was teasing and light, although the insecurity was very much real. 

“I am going to miss you.” He admitted, squinting open an eye to look at you. “Don’t twist my words.” 

Jeonghan fell silent when you didn’t reply, hands still absentmindedly threading themselves through his hair. He watched you with careful eyes, knowing your nerves were frayed from enlistment stress. More like the absence of Jeonghan stress, he thought bitterly. He hated leaving you as much as you hated him leaving. 

“You should just move in.” 

Your next words caught him off guard as he looked up at you, blinking. It was rare to catch Jeonghan speechless. Usually equipped with witty comebacks, Jeonghan’s silence worried you as you sat up straight, moving him off your lap. “It’s just an idea.” Your voice shrank, knowing it was a big move. You hadn’t been dating for very long - two years - but still, not long enough to guarantee a move in. 

Having been nudged off your legs, Jeonghan sat up. “You think I should?” He asked, grabbing your hand and enveloping it in his.

You nodded.

“I guess it makes sense.” He had a coy smile on his face as he inwardly cooed at your shyness. “Then I’ll get to see your pretty face everyday instead of Seungkwan.”

“A much better upgrade.” You quipped at the younger boy’s expense, nodding along, big question jitters disappearing. “And half of your stuff is already here anyways.” 

“I love you.” He suddenly blurted out, although it sounded so beautifully normal and welcomed. His ears turned red, having not expected himself to say what he was thinking out loud. 

“I love you too, Hannie.”

(🪽🪽)

“If you mess up my hair I’m leaving you.” 

Frowning extra hard at his words, you steadied yourself, clippers at the ready as you analyzed his black locks. “If you don’t trust me you should’ve gone to your stylist.” You chided, pushing back a mop of his hair - rather roughly in retaliation. 

Whining, he glared at you through the mirror. “Brute.” He mumbled under his breath, a little apprehensive about agitating you further. You were the one with the clippers, after all. 

“Stop glaring at me or I’ll render you bald.” You threatened, eyeing him in challenge, the clippers in your hand coming to life as you began. “Hold still.” 

There was something strangely emotional about the whole process, as you watched tufts of Jeonghan’s hair fall to the ground around you. At least he didn’t have to get it super short - you really might have cried then - although the ceremonious feeling of it all still brought unwanted tears to your eyes. 

“It’ll grow back.” His quiet voice reminded you, pouting when he saw your glistening eyes and the way you were staring at his hair. “It’s not permanent.” 

“I know.” You mumbled, running your hands through his now short hair, more tears threatening to spill over when it just didn’t feel the same as before. “Let me mourn.” 

He laughed, although you saw him staring at himself in the mirror, his own eyes melancholic and equally wet. “Sometimes I think you’re only dating me for my hair.”

Pursuing your lips, you bit back a smile. “It’s definitely a plus.”

(🪽🪽🪽)

You had always hated long goodbyes.

They seemed too fruitless, so unnecessary and awkward to execute. You had always been a strong believer of a quick wave, a brief hug, or perhaps a quick exchange of pleasantries. 

However, once it was time to say goodbye to Jeonghan as he stood, packed and ready for his mandatory training camp, you wished goodbyes could last forever. 

“You’re going to have to let me go someday.” Jeonghan’s voice was muffled as he spoke through your hair. 

Your hold around him only tightened at his words, arms looping firmly around his neck. You inhaled, breathing him in - the light scent of pomegranates and the ocean tide. “Please don’t go.” It sounded pathetic, the way your voice broke near the end, but a part of you felt like maybe he wasn’t going to come back. Stupid. You chided yourself. Of course he’ll come back. 

“You’re going to make me cry.” Jeonghan mumbled, pulling you into him tighter - although it was nearly impossible, with the way you were already pressed up against him. He bit the insides of his cheek, holding back the tears because he knew someone had to keep it together during this goodbye - and it wasn’t going to be you. Burrowing his face deeper into your nape, he wished selfishly there was a way for him not to leave. Holding you tighter, he knew that if there was a way to crawl inside you and live there - he would. “I’ll write to you.” He promised.

It was a silly idea with the existence of technology, but Jeonghan was adamant to hand write his letters while serving - something about it being more personable. It’ll give you something to look forward to, he explained, although you told him that him coming home was enough. The letters were just as sweet though. 

“I love you, angel.” He whispered, pressing a light kiss against your lips when you finally found the courage to let him go. He hesitated, face inches from yours, as if he was debating whether or not to go in for a second kiss. He retracted in the end, standing up straight and grabbing his various bags. He knew that if he kissed you a second time, he’d lose all self control and you’d end up in bed with your clothes off, and him, very late. 

“I’ll be back soon!” He called as he entered the car, a smiling Seungcheol waving to you as he helped Jeonghan bring his bags in. “Don’t die because you miss me too much!” 

The last thing you see before they drive off is Jeonghan’s dazzling smile, his shining eyes and his clean cut hair. 

(🪽🪽🪽🪽)

You would have compared him to a feral animal - the way he pounced on you upon his arrival home. 

“I missed you so fucking much, angel.” He groaned, arms pulling you against him without warning, giving you no time to register his appearance. 

“Hannie.” His name came out as more of a moan as his fingers dipped, drifting towards the band of your sweats and delving under. “When- when did you get home?” 

“Got to leave earlier than expected.” He mumbled against your neck, thoroughly distracted by the way you were softening under his grasp. He had forgotten how beautiful you looked, falling apart at his fingertips. “Been waiting.” He gasped out, pulling your hair so his lips could meet yours. “No idea how much I missed you.” 

“Hannie.” His name was all you could say, all you could even think about. His every being enveloped your senses as you felt your back press up against the hallway wall. “Hannie.”

“Yes, angel?” He dipped to his knees, gazing up at you with the coy smile you had missed so much. “Tell me what you want.”

“You, Hannie.” You whined, and you knew it was embarrassing how fast you were complying. “Want - need you.” 

He let out a breathy chuckle, holding you by your thighs and pulling your sweats and underwear off in one fluid motion. You didn’t miss the tiny whimper that fell quietly from his lips - finally face to face with the sweet pussy he had dreamed of each night after training. It had tortured him, not being able to feel you, to hold you, to see you. Military training had taught him a lot of things - although the greatest lesson he took away was how much of a privilege you were. Losing access to both you and the pussy that always took him so well had been maddening. 

He paused, smirking when you bucked into his hand, impatient. 

“Hurry up, Hannie.” You scolded, half annoyed but mostly pleading. “Hannie.” 

As if the repeat of his name had woken him up from the daze he had found himself under - some spell, Jeonghan glanced up at you with hooded eyes before diving in, tongue working against your folds. It was obscene, the wet sounds coming from you, mixed with his pants and muffled groans. He all but buried himself into your heat - fulfilling his wish of crawling inside of you - in the most perverted yet terribly arousing way. 

The sounds of both satisfaction and pleasure coming from you only spurred him on, eating you out with one goal in mind: to make you finish, to finally drown himself in your scent after two long weeks without you next to him.

“Fuck- Hannie.” The only coherent words falling from your lips was a long string of curses, followed by a loud whine of his name. “I’m gonna - fuck.” 

You felt the mess before you saw it, as you gripped his hair for leverage, legs shaking as you steadied yourself against the wall. A gush of release spurted from you, coating his face as he lapped, unbothered by the slick. 

“Hannie -” Legs shaking, threatening to collapse, you pushed at his head. “Too much-” 

It was like he was trying to devour you whole. 

“Hannie-” You cried out, cumming again - a visceral reaction from the amount of attention his tongue was giving to your cunt and the constant stimulations from his nose bumping against your clit. 

He finally looked up as he drank the last drops of juice from your pussy, eyes shining in satisfaction as he smirked up at you. “Did you miss me?” 

You were glad his cockiness had not escaped him during his military training. Tugging harshly at his hair, you all but collapsed into his arms, pressing a feathery light kiss against the side of his neck. “You beast.” You mumbled, earning a loud laugh from him as he moved you both to the living room, wiping his face with a cloth before coming to clean you. 

It was then that you finally got to get a good look at him. You laid on the couch, eyes following his every movement as he wiped in between your legs with his usual gentle and care. 

He was built. Stronger, somehow broader and more defined then you remembered him being. His shoulders and arms flexed as he worked, and you caught a sight of his carved thighs and the damp tent in his pants as he stood up, leaving to throw the now sullied cloth away. 

“Hannie?” You called after him, feeling your desire return just by the glimpses of his new physique. 

“Yes, angel?” His head poked out from the doorway, returning next to you as he lay down, once again situating himself in between your legs. His nose bumped against yours as he looked at you with gentle, loving eyes - a straight contrast to the callouses, rough hands that were now roaming your chest.

“What did mandatory training do to you?” You asked, running a hand down his arm and squeezing his bicep. “Did they like- make you pull cars or something?” 

His hands went self-consciously to grab his own biceps, a large hand covering yours as he blushed. “No, it was just a lot of working out.” He smiled, raising his eyebrows suggestively. “What? You like what you see?”

“Very, very much.” You admitted, liking how he basked under the praise. “Not that I didn’t like your body before- but this is…” You paused, trying to find the right word to describe the delectable human being sitting in front of you that you knew could ruin you on a whole nother level. “Different.” 

Jeonghan smirked. “If you think this is different, you should see what’s under my clothes, angel.” 

masterlist

[lisasmuts]

CHEATING ON YOU

Lisa x Male reader

7k words.

The debt series.

( The first two weeks with yn )

Her expression falls slightly, a flicker of disappointment crossing her features as she clutches the bouquet closer to her chest. She bites her lower lip, clearly torn between her professional obligations and wanting to spend time with Eli. With a soft sigh, she reaches out to touch Eli’s cheek gently.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I really wanted to spend tonight with you after being apart for so long, but…” she glances toward the hallway leading to the studios “I have to finish recording some vocals for the new album. The producer is only available tonight, and we’re on such a tight deadline.” Her eyes suddenly brighten with an idea, and a mischievous smile plays across her lips. “But wait! Why don’t you come with me to the studio? Nobody else will be there except my producer, and I can show you what I’ve been working on! It’ll be our little secret.”

Lisa takes his hand excitedly, her slender fingers intertwining with his as she begins leading him through the sleek, modern hallways of the LLOUD building. The click of her heel echoes against the polished floors as she occasionally glances back at him with that radiant smile that made millions fall in love with her. As he walks, she leans in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper against his ear, her warm breath sending a subtle shiver down Eli’s spine.

“I’ve missed you so much these past two weeks, Eli. It’s been driving me crazy not seeing you.” She squeezes his hand tighter, her body briefly pressing against his as he walks. “The new songs… some of them are about you, you know. About us. I can’t wait for you to hear them.” Her cheeks flush slightly as she admits this, a rare moment of vulnerability from the globally famous performer. “just promise you wont tell anyone what you hear tonight, okay?? My company would kill me if they knew I was giving private previews of unreleased material. Ahah”

As he approaches the recoding the studio at the end of corridor, Lisa pauses before the door, turning to face him fully. The hallway is dimly lit, casting soft shadows across her perfect features as she looks up at him with those expressive eyes that seem to hold the universe within them.

She places the bouquet carefully on a nearby table and steps closer, her hands sliding up his chest before resting on his shoulders.

“Thank you for surprising me today. You have no idea how much I needed to see you.” She rises on her tiptoes, pressing her soft lips against his in a kiss that starts gentle but quickly deepens with unspoken hunger. “Let me show you my world for a while, and then…” she pulls back just enough to whisper against his lips, her eyes darkening with desire. “… maybe we can find somewhere private in this big building to properly make up for those two weeks apart. What do you say??”

Eli listens to her song, and he appreciates her songs then he says about leaving.

Lisa’s expression freezes for a split second as he mentions leaving, something flickering behind her eyes that doesn’t quite match her bright smile. As he turns to leave, she follows him to the door of the studio, her fingers lingering on his arm just a moment too long. There’s a subtle shift in her demeanor – a calculated adjustment in her posture, a too perfect tilt of her head as she waves goodbye.

“I’ll miss you so much, baby. This work is so important… you know how these producers are, right? So demanding!!” she sighs dramatically, placing a hand over her heart. “I’ll text you when I’m done, okay? Don’t wait up for me through, it might be really late.”

As soon as the elevator doors close and he disappear from view, Lisa’s sweet expression melts away. A mischievous grin spreads across her face as she pulls out her phone, quickly typing a message with nimble fingers. The screen illuminates her face in the dimly lit hallway, casting shadows that accentuate her sharp cheekbones and the sudden gleam in her eyes. she bites her lower lip in anticipation as she sends the text to Y/N: “He just left, I’ll be there in 30. Get everything ready like we talked about.”

Back in her private dressing room, Lisa changes quickly, discarding her professional attire for something more provocative – a short pink skirt that barely covers her ass and a top that only covers her boobs and, showcases her slender neck and collarbones, her toned belly, and a black coat to cover her top.

She applies a fresh coat of deep red lipstick, smirking at her reflection as she imagines the night ahead. The Lisa that the world knows – sweet, professional, dedicated – is no where to be seen. This Lisa moves with predatory gaze, gathering her things with quick, decisive movements.

“Poor Eli,” she murmurs to herself, checking her reference one final time. “So trusting, so easy to fool. If only he knew what his best friend and I get up to when he’s not around.” She laughs softly, the sound echoing in the empty room as she slings her designer bag over her shoulder. “maybe someday we’ll tell him. Tell him what her girlfriend did to help him. Or maybe…” her voice drops to a whisper as she switches off the light “…maybe someday we’ll let him watch, if daddy y/n is feeling generous.”

As Lisa exits the building through a private back entrance to avoid being recognized, she feels a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins. The night air is cool against her skin, raising goosebumps along her exposed arms and legs. Her phone buzzes with a response from y/n that makes her pussy throb with anticipation. She slides into the waiting black car with tinted windows, giving the driver y/n’s address before settling back against the leather seat. Her mind races with thoughts of what awaits her – y/n’s strong hands, his cock that fills her so perfectly, the way he knows exactly how to make her scream in ways Eli never could. The secret rendezvous, the betrayal, the risk of being caught – it all adds to the intoxicating cocktail of desire that has been building inside her.

“Drive faster,” she instructs the driver, her voice husky with need. “I’ve got someone waiting for me who doesn’t like to be kept waiting.” As the car accelerates through the streets of LA, Lisa closes her eyes, imaging the look on Eli’s face if he ever discovered her deception. The thought shouldn’t excite her, but it does – intensely. Perhaps that makes her terrible, but in this moment, with the promise of y/n’s touch just minutes away, Lisa manoban doesn’t care about being good. She only cares about satisfying the relentless hunger that’s been consuming her since the moment she lief straight to Eli’s face with a smile.

As she reaches y/n’s house, she waits impatiently outside his door.

Lisa’s breath catches in her throat as y/n opens the door, her body instantly responding to the sight of him. Without a word, she launches herself at him, her slender arms wrapping around his neck as her lips crash against his in a desperate, hungry kiss. Her tongue immediately seeks entrance to his mouth, moaning softly as she tastes him, her body pressing flush against his much larger frame. The pent-up desire from her deception, the thrill of sneaking around behind Eli’s back, all culminates in this moment of raw need.

“I’ve been thinking about this all fucking day,” she gasps against his mouth, her thai accent thickening with arousal as y/n’s strong hands grip her firm ass,

Lifting her effortlessly. Her legs instinctively wrap around his waist, her short skirt riding up to reveal the wet bare pussy underneath. “Couldn’t focus on anything else… just needed your cock so badly.”

As y/n carries her to the bedroom, Lisa grinds against him, feeling his hardness through their clothes and whimpering with anticipation. When he tosses her onto the bed, she bounces slightly on the mattress. Quickly settling in a seductive position on the bed, her hair fanning out around her head like a dark halo.

( CAN’T CHOOSE ONE PHOTO, ALL THREE OF THIS PHOTOS ARE SO FUCKING HOTTTT )

Her chest rises and falls rapidly with each breath, her nipples visibly hard beneath the thin fabric of her top as y/n climbs on top of her. The weight of his body pressing her into the mattress sends a thrill down her spine, so different from Eli’s gentle touch. When his lips claim hers again, she surrenders completely, her hands clawing at his back, urging him closer as he grinds his clothed cock against her clothed pussy over her pink skirt.

“Fuck, I missed this,” y/n growls as he finally breaks the kiss, his voice deep and commanding in a way that makes Lisa’s pussy throb with need. “Your boyfriend has no idea what a little slut you really are, does he?”

Lisa’s eyes flash with wicked delight at the mention of Eli, a smirk playing on her swollen lips. She reaches up to trace y/n’s jawline with her fingertips, her touch teasing and provocative.

“Poor Eli,” she purrs, arching her back to press her boobs against y/n’s chest. “He thinks I’m in the studio right now, working so hard on my new album. Only if he knew his sweet little Lisa was spreading her legs for his best friend instead.” She laughs, the sound both musical and cruel. “He gave me roses today…can you believe it? Roses!!! While all I could think about was getting your cock inside me.” She laughs softly, the sound both musical and cruel. “He’s so fucking clueless. Earlier today, I was kissing him with the same lips I used to suck your cock since the last 2 weeks.” Her hand slides down between their bodies, palming y/n’s erection through his trousers and squeezing appreciatively. “Now are you going to keep talking about my boyfriend, or are you going to fuck me until I can’t remember my own name? because I’ve been soaking wet thinking about this all day, and if you make me wait any longer, I might just have to take matters into my own hands. You already know he never fucks me like you do… never makes me scream the way you do. God, I need it so bad tonight as every night. Need you to fuck me until I can’t remember my own name!”

Lisa’s eyes darken with lust as she hooks one leg around y/n’s waist, using the leverage to grind herself more firmly against him. The friction sends sparks of pleasure through her body, making her gasp and bite her lower lip. There’s something intoxicating about this betrayal, something that makes every touch more electric, every kiss more intoxicating. In this moment, with y/n weight pinning her to the bed and the knowledge of her deception fresh in her mind, Lisa feels more alive than she has in her entire life.

y/n chuckles darkly at Lisa’s words, he intentionally didn’t do anything making Lisa go out of patience and with practiced ease lowering his trouser and freeing his throbbing thick cock. While her gaze stares at him in the most seductive manner.

y/n with ease slides down her pink mini skirt, knowing in full well that she won’t be wearing any panties underneath which was true as her skirt left her thighs, she was all naked and glistening with her arousal for y/n.

Lisa’s eyes widened with arousal as y/n’s cock pushes inside her, her body arching off the bed as she takes him to the hilt with extreme ease. A moan escapes her lips, louder and more uninhibited than she ever allows herself to be with Eli. Her pussy clenches around his length, already perfectly molded to his length and shape after these past two weeks of constant use. As he mentions Eli, a wicked smile plays across her lips, her eyes gleaming with mischief and cruelty.

“GOD!! NOOOO! Eli suspects absolutely nothing,” she purrs, rolling her hips to take y/n deeper, her hands gripping her shoulders for leverage. “You should have seen his face when I fed him that bullshit about having to work tonight. So fucking trusting, so pathetic.” She laughs, the sound cutting off into a gasp as y/n hits a particular sensitive spot inside her. “He even waited for me at the company building with roses. ROSES!!!!!!! While I was here all day, getting my pussy stretched by your cock. MMMMM, FUCKK……. He’s such a fool.”

y/n begin to thrust harder, reminding her of their arrangement, and Lisa’s eyes roll back slightly from pleasure. Her nails dig into his skin as she recalls how easily she agreed to the deal – using her body to clear Eli’s debt, a debt that he took from y/n. the irony makes her pussy clench tighter around y/n’s cock, her arousal intensifying with each thrust and each word of their deception.

“Best deal I ever made,” she moans, her thai accent thickening with each word. “Eli thinks I’m such a good girlfriend, so loyal, so hardworking. If only he knew I’ve been on my knees for his best friend every day for two weeks.” Her laugh is breathless now as y/n’s pace increases. “FUCKK!!! That was so hot today – having to rush from your bed to meet him, your cum still leaking down my thighs while I hugged him. And then coming right back to you. GODD!! I’m such a whore for your cock and you y/n daddy!”

Lisa wraps her legs tighter around y/n’s waist,

(LIKE THIS)

Pulling him deeper inside her. Her pussy makes obscene sounds of squelch, squelch, squelch with each thrust, evidence of just how aroused and wet she is by their betrayal. Her medium and perfect sized boobs,

bounce with the force of his movements, his brutal thrusts, nipples hard and visible with through the fabric of her black top that she hasn’t even bothered to remove. There’s something primal and desperate in the way she moves against him, these past hours apart have been torture for her, as she needs this – needs him – more than air. The knowledge that she’s betraying Eli, that she’s choosing y/n and his cock over her relationship, that she’s lying and manipulating the man who loves her – it all combines into a potent aphrodisiac that has her teetering on the edge of orgasm already,

“GODDD, I’ve been such a bad girl,” she moans, her accent thickening as pleasure builds withing her. “This morning when you bent me over the kitchen counter…

( IMAGINE THOSE BOXES AS THE KITCHEN COUNTER PLEASE 😭)

“and fucked me raw, and then after wringing out an orgasm out of me in that position, you switched again, placing me on the sink and then fucking me there again…

“I almost came just thinking about how I’d be kissing him with the same lips that had your cum on them hours earlier.” Her eyes roll back slightly as y/n hits a particularly sensitive spot inside her. “FUCK!!! RIGHT THERE!!! Your cock fills me so much better than his ever could. He thinks he satisfies me, but he has no idea I need to get properly fucked by a real man.” Her words are deliberately cruel, each syllable punctuated by the slap of skin against skin as y/n pounds into her traitorous body. “Two whole weeks, I’ve been your personal slut, coming here every fucking day, letting you use every hole while he waited patiently for me to ‘finish work’. What a fucking fool.”

“You know what’s funny??” she gasps between thrusts, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper even though they’re alone. “He actually asked if he could come to the studio with me tonight. Can you imagine? If I hadn’t made up that story about the producer, he might have followed me right to your door. Watched me knock and beg for your cock like the desperate slut I am.” Her eyes gleam with dangerous excitement at the thought. “Maybe someday we should let him see. Let him watch while you fuck his girlfriend better than he ever could. Would you like that, y/n? to fuck me right in front of your bestfriend, show him what a whore his precious lily really is? To show him that you own his Lisa now?”

Lisa’s hands snakes between their bodies to rub her swollen clit as y/n continues his relentless pace. Her other hand reaches for her phone on the nightstand, a wicked idea forming in her lust-addled mind. With practiced ease, she unlocks it and opens the camera, angling it to capture y/n’s magnificent cock disappearing completely into her pussy. The betrayal excited her beyond reason, her walls clenching tighter around him at the thought of how forbidden this is. “Should we send him a little preview of what his girlfriend really does when she’s ‘working late’? or the preview of how her girlfriend helped him repay his ‘debt’?” she suggests with a malicious giggle that transforms into a moan as y/n thrusts particularly deep. “Or maybe daddy we should just keep torturing him, letting him think he’s enough for me when we both know I need your cock to truly satisfy me. GODDD!!!, being such a two-faced bitch makes me so fucking wet. I love how he has absolutely no idea that his best friend has been fucking his girlfriend senseless for weeks in return for the debt. It’s so fucking hott daddy y/n!!!”

Lisa’s eyes gleam with wicked delight as y/n recounts their arrangement, her hips never stopping their rhythmic movements against his thrusting cock. Her lips curl into a cruel smile, her perfectly manicured nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure courses through her body. Her body responding to each precise thrust that hits her g-spot with practices accuracy as y/n in this two weeks have thoroughly explored Lisa’s pussy, he knows all of her sweet spots and even if he don’t know one he makes one inside her pussy with his cock. Her nails dig deeper into his shoulders as she throws her head back, exposing the elegant column of her neck, her throat that has been reshaped by y/n in the last 2 weeks.

Her black hairs splayed across the pillow in stark contrast to her flushed skin. The sound of their bodies meeting fills the room – wet, obscene slaps that only fuel her arousal further.

“GOD, YESSS!!!” she moans, her thai accent thick with lust as she recalls that fateful day. “I remember walking into that restaurant hands in hands with you after getting such a delicious kiss from you on the road just outside the restaurant. Eli though, like I was just meeting my boyfriend’s best friend for an innocent dinner. Poor Eli was so worried about his debt to you.”

She laughs breathlessly as y/n hits her g-spot, making her whole body shudder. A particular deep thrust makes her gasp, momentarily losing her train of thoughts before continuing with cruel amusement dancing in her eyes. “He had no idea I was going to offer my body as payment. FUCKKK!!!! JUST RIGHT THERE DADDDDYYYY!!!! I was already wet before I even sat down, imagining what it would be like to fuck you behind his back.”

Lisa laughter is musical but laced with malice as she recalls that first night, her pussy clenching around y/n’s cock at the memory. She reached between them to rub her swollen clit, her movement becoming more frantic as she approaches her peak. The betrayal – the sheer audacity of fucking her boyfriend’s best friend – adds a forbidden thrill that makes every sensation more intense, more addictive. Her body arches beneath y/n’s, her perfect boobs bouncing with each powerful thrust. Her pussy clenches tightly around y/n’s cock at the memory, her back arching off the bed as she continues her confession. The wet, obscene sounds of their fucking fill the room – slap, slap, slap – punctuated by her increasingly desperate moans. Lisa’s hairs is splayed across the pillow, her makeup beginning to smudge from sweat and exertion, yet she looks more beautiful in her depravity than she ever does on stage with makeup.

“Remember how I pretended to be hesitant at first??LoL!” she gasps, her words broken by pleasure. “Acting all shocked when you gave me the agreement papers ‘work off Eli’s debt with my body?’ such bullshit – I was already planning to fuck you before I even arrived. MMMM!!!! FUCKKKK OH FUCKKK DADDDDY FU—C---K JUST RIGHT THEREEEE!!!!!!” her eyes rolls back momentarily as y/n adjusts his angle, hitting deeper inside her. “And then when we got back to your place… god, I didn’t even wait to get to the bedroom. Had your cock in my mouth right in the hallway while Eli was texting me, asking how my meeting is going.” She laughs again, the sounds transforming into a moan. “I told him it went great, that the meeting was really good, while I was literally choking on your big magnificent cock. That might have been the wettest my pussy has ever been till that day, but after that ofcourse it had been even more wet just with you my daddy.” Her eyes lock with his, dark with desire and shared conspiracy. “And now look at us – I’ve been lying to him for two whole weeks, telling him I’m in the studio recording when really I’ve been here, legs spread,

for his best friend. FUCKKKK!!!!! The way he looked at me today with those trusting eyes while your cum was still inside me from this morning… it’s so wrong but it makes me so fucking wet.”

Lisa’s hands snakes between their bodies again, rubbing furious circles on her clit as y/n continues his relentless pace. Her other hand reaches up to grab the headboard, giving her leverage to meet his thrusts with equal force. The bed creaks beneath them, the sound a rhythmic accompaniment to their forbidden liaison. There’s something almost performative in the way she moves – the perfect arch of her back, the calculated tilt of her head – as if she’s putting on a show even now, even when there’s no audience but her daddy y/n.

“And Eli is still so fucking grateful to you,” she continues, her voice dripping with malice and arousal in equal measure. “He keeps saying what a good friend you are for forgiving his debt, how lucky he is to have you in his life. If only he knew you’ve been balls deep in his girlfriend every single day since then. That I’ve been coming here straight from dance practice, still sweaty, just begging for your cock. That sometimes I don’t even shower after you cum inside me before going home to him.” Her pussy spasms around y/n’s length at this admission, her arousal visibly increasing with each cruel word. “Its so fucking hot, knowing I’m full of your cum while he kisses mee, while he tells me how much he love me. God, I am such a fucking whore for you, Y/N. your personal little Thai slut, betraying her boyfriend with every thrust of your cock. and the best part? I don’t feel guilty at all. Not even a little bit. In fact…” she locks eyes with y/n, her gaze burning with lust and something darker “- I think I’m so fallen in love with your cock and you more than I ever loved him.”

The pace of their fucking intensifies, y/n’s cock driving into her with renewed vigor as they revel in their shared betrayal. Lisa’s body trembles on the edge of orgasm, her perfectly toned dancer’s legs wrapped tightly around his waist to pull him deeper. Her pussy makes obscene squelching sounds with each thrust, ‘squelch, squelch, squelch’ evidence of just how aroused their cruel game makes her. She reaches for her phone again, this time opening her messages to Eli with one hand while the other continues working her clit. “Should I text him right now? Tell him the recording session is going well while in reality you’re balls deep in his girlfriend’s pussy? God, he’s probably sitting at home right now, so proud of his hardworking girlfriend, when really I’m just a filthy cheating whore who can’t get enough of his best friend’s cock. Poor, clueless Eli – so dedicated, so loving, so fucking boring in the bed compared to you. MMMMM, FUCK ME HARDER JUST LIKE THATTTTTT. Make me scream your name so loud that if he were outside the door, he’d know exactly what a slut his perfect Lisa really is!”

Lisa’s eyes glaze over with a mixture of lust and shameless pride as y/n recounts that fateful night, her body responding to each thrust with practiced enthusiasm. Her back aches off the bed, her black hairs sticking to her sweat-slicked skin as she revels in their shared memories of betrayal. A particular deep thrust hits her g-spot, causing her to gasp and momentarily lose her mind before she continues with renewed fervor. Her body writhes beneath him, accepting each brutal thrust with hungry enthusiasm, her pussy clenching around his shaft as if trying to milk him of every drop. She runs her tongue across her lower lip, tasting the remnants of her own lipstick, smudged from their passionate kisses.

“GODD, YES!!!!!! I remember that night so clearly,” she moans, her Thai accent thickening with each word. “I was so fucking horny I couldn’t even wait until we finished dinner. Had to go to the bathroom and touch myself just thinking about what was going to happen.” Her pussy clenches around y/n’s cock at the memory, her hips bucking up to meet his thrusts. “And that kiss outside the restaurant… mmmmmm, fuck! I didn’t even know it was you at first, but my body responded instantly. I was so wet by the time we got to your place, my pussy was practically dripping down my thighs. Poor Eli thought I was just being a good girlfriend, helping him out of debt which I did so, but I found my true purpose in life doing so which is serving you my y/n.” she laughs cruelly, the sound transforming into a moan as y/n hits deeper inside her.

“Best fucking idea I ever had,” she gasps, her words broken by pleasure. “Offering my body to repay his debt… mmm, fuck… who knew I’d discover what real fucking feels like?? Eli could never, ever make me feel the way you do. The way you took control of my orgasm by day four of our first week… god, that was so hot!!!” her pussy spasms around y/n’s length at this admission. A particularly deep thrust makes her gasp, momentarily losing her train of thoughts before continuing with cruel amusement dancing in her eyes. “remember how you edged me for hours until I was begging, crying, promising I’d be your good little slut forever if you’d just let me cum? And now I can’t even orgasm without your permission. My pussy belongs to you completely.” y/n reaches between them to rub her swollen clit, making her movements more frantic. “FUCKKKKK!!!!! Y/N!!!!!!!!!!!! I need to cum so badly, please, daddy, please let your little thai whore cum on your cock. I’ve been such a good girl, betraying my bf every day just to feel you inside me.”

The pace of their fucking intensifies, y/n’s cock driving into her with renewed vigor as they revel in their shared betrayal. Lisa’s body trembles on the edge of orgasm. The bed creaks beneath them, the sound a rhythmic accompaniment to their forbidden liaison. Lisa’s body trembles as y/n increases his pace, her nipples hard and sensitive against the cool air. The familiar tension builds within her core, that desperate need for release that only y/n can grant her now. Her eyes lock with his, pleading and desperate despite the cruel words still flowing from her lips.

 “You’ve completely ruined me for him,” she confesses, her voice a breathless mixture of pride and desperation. “Every time he touches me now, I have to close my eyes and pretend it’s you just to get wet. Sometimes I call him from your bathroom, telling him I’m working late while you’re fucking me from behind. The way he says he misses me while I’m choking back moans… fuck, it’s so wrong but it makes me feel so alive.” Her eyes rolls back. “I’m not even his girlfriend anymore – I’m just your personal thai fucktoy who happens to live with him.” She locks eyes with y/n, her gaze burning with lust and something darker, “Please, y/n, daddy, my master,” she whimpers, her voice suddenly vulnerable and needy, so different from her usual confident stage persona. “Tell me I can cum. I need to hear you say it. My body won’t let me release without your permission anymore. You’ve ruined my so good – Eli could fuck me for hours and I wouldn’t cum once because my pussy only responds to your know. Isn’t that fucked up? HIS GIRLFRIEND’S ORGASM BELONG TO HIS BESTFRIEND.” Her words dissolve into incoherent moans as y/n continues his relentless assault on her g-spot, her body hovering on the precipice of ecstasy, waiting for the command that will send her over the edge. “Please, please, pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee let your cheating whore cum on your cock. I need it so badly. I’ll do anything – I’ll call him right now while you’re inside me, I’ll tell him everything, just please let me cum!!!!!”

Lisa’s eyes light up with wicked excitement at y/n’s order, her pussy clenching around his cock at the sheer audacity of what they’re about to do. Without hesitation, she reaches for her phone on the nightstand, her fingers trembling slightly with anticipation and the building pressure of her denied orgasm. She pulls up Eli’s contact and hits call, putting it on speaker as y/n continues to pound into her mercilessly. The ringing echoes through the room, mixing with the wet slapping sounds of their bodies and Lisa’s barely contained moans. she bites her lip hard, drawing blood as she struggles to compose herself, transforming back into the sweet, professional girlfriend Eli believe her to be in the seconds before he answer.

“H- hey baby!” she manages, her voice higher than normal as y/n deliberately slows his pace to deep, grinding thrust that hit her g-spot with precision. “Just got a quick b-break from recording and wanted to hear your voice. How’s your evening going??” her free hand grips y/n’s shoulder desperately, nails digging into his skin as he mouths ‘GOOD GIRL’ at her, rewarding her performance with a particular deep thrust that makes her eyes roll back. She covers the phone briefly to let out a silent gasp before returning to the conversation. “The P-producers are working me so hard tonight, but the track is coming along amazingly. You’ll be so proud when you hear it.”

As he speak on the other end, telling her about his evening. Lisa locks eyes with y/n, a silent plea in her gaze as he continues his relentless assault on her senses. Her body is wound tight like a spring, desperate for release that only y/n can grant. The forbidden thrill of speaking to Eli while his best friend’s cock stretches her pussy has her on the edge of madness. Sweat beads on her forehead, her black long hairs now damp and clinging to her flushed skin. She bites into the pillow beside her head to muffle a moan when y/n reaches between them to rub her swollen clit in tight circles.

“I m-miss you too, Eli,” she manages to say, the lie flowing easily from lips that have betrayed him countless times. “But this is such a big opportunity… the producers think this could be my b-biggest hit yet.” Her voice catches as y/n increases his pace, the bed beginning to creak dangerously beneath them. She quickly covers it with a fake cough. “Sorry, my throat’s a bit sore from all the takes. Listen, I should get back soon – they’re only giving me ten minutes.” Her eyes widen in panic and pleasure as y/n mouths ‘BEG ME’ while continuing to thrust into her, his hand still working her clit with expert precision. She covers the phone again, whispering desperately, “Please let me cum, please, I need it so badlyyyyyyy!!!!” before retuning to the call with practiced composure. “I’ll text you when I’m done, okay? Don’t wait up though… it might be really late before I finish.”

As soon as Eli say goodbye, Lisa barely manages to end the call before throwing the phone aside and arching her back off the bed, her composure shattering completely. The mask of the sweet girlfriend falls away instantly, replaced by the wanton, cheating slut she truly is with y/n. her legs wrap tighter around his waist, pulling him impossibly deeper as she claws at his back. “Please, I did it, I fooled him completely while you fucked me. Now please, PLEASEEEEEEEE let me cum on your cock!!!!! I can’t take it anymore!!!!” she begs shamelessly. Her pussy is dripping, clenching rhythmically around y/n’s shaft as she hovers on the precipice of what promises to be an earth – shattering orgasm. The betrayal, the deception, the sheer wrongness of it al has heightened every sensation to an almost unbearable degree. Her eyes are wild, pupils blown wide with lust as she waits for the command that will send her spiraling into ecstasy – permission that belongs to y/n now, just like every other part of her that was supposed to be Eli’s alone.

y/n orders Lisa to call Eli again and this time have a double meaning conversation with him.

Lisa’s body is a live wire, thrumming with a mixture of unreleased pleasure and the intoxicating thrill of y/n’s order. Her breath hitches, a gasp caught in her throat, but her eyes, wide and dark with desire, fix on y/n with a desperate, almost feral gleam. The thought of calling Eli again, of weaving another web of lies while y/n’s cock relentlessly punishes her pussy, sends a fresh wave of heat coiling low in her belly. Her fingers, slick with her own arousal and y/n’s pre cum, trembles ass she fumbles for her phone, her entire being focused on the precipice of an orgasm that y/n cruelly hold just out of reach. She finds Eli’s contact, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird, the anticipation almost unbearable. As the phone rings, y/n’s hips don’t miss a beat; his thrusts become even more savage, a deliberate attempt to shatter her composure, each impact sending jolts of forbidden pleasure through her. She bites down hard on her lower lip, tasting blood, ass she forces her voice into a semblance of normalcy when Eli answers.

“B-baby! Hi! Oh my god, you won’t believe this,” she pants, trying to make it sound like she’s out of breath from rushing. “The lights just went out in the whole studio! Some kind of power surge, I guess. So, another unexpected break for me.” y/n grins wickedly, his eyes glinting as he slams into her, forcing a choked gasp from her. She quickly covers the microphone, her eyes wide with panic and exhilaration, before continuing. “Yeah, it’s… it’s pretty chaotic here. Everyone’s running around. I just wanted to… to feel your presence, you know? It’s so dark and… and I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed with how… intensely everything is happening tonight.” Her voice cracks as y/n grinds down, hitting her g-spot with unerring precision. She arches her back, her nails digging into y/n’s sweat-slicked shoulders. The sounds of their bodies colliding are loud, wet, and undeniable. She can hear Eli asking what that noise is. “OH, that? That’s just… uh… some of the crew trying to move heavy equipment in the dark! Yeah, they’re really… pounding away at it. It’s… it’s quite a deep sound, isn’t it? They’re really filling up the spaces with effort.” Her eyes roll back as y/n’s pace quickens, his thrusts becoming a blur of motion, driving her closer and closer to the edge. She’s gasping openly now, her carefully constructed lies starting to frey. “I’m getting so… so worked up here, baby. This whole session has been… incredibly… penetrating. I feel like I’m about to… to just… explode with all this creative energy!” suddenly, y/n’s voice, deep and commanding, cuts through the air, loud enough for the phone to pick up clearly. “CUM FOR ME LISA NOW!!!”

Lisa’s mind goes utterly blank. The world narrows to the feel of y/n’s cock inside her, his voice echoing in her ears, and the cataclysmic orgasm that rips through her body. A strangled scream tears from her throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated ecstasy mixed with the terror of being caught. Her body convulses violently around y/n, her inner walls clenching and milking him with an intensity that steals her breath. She’s vaguely aware of Eli’s confused voice on the other end of line. “OH! OH!!! GODD!!!! Baby, I… I gotta go!!!! Someone just… just make me come to their way, and the generator is here too. Light are back! Talk later, loveyoubye!!!” she slams the end call button, her body still shuddering with the aftershocks of her orgasm. But y/n isn’t finished. His thrusts continue, hard and deep, stoking the embers of her climax, pushing her into wave after wave of pleasure. Her vision blurs, tears of ecstasy streaming down her face as she clings to him, completely undone. “Y-y-y/nnnnn… OH FUCKKKK… YOU…. YOU MADE ME….. HE HEARD…. HE HEARD YOU…..” she gasps, her voice a wrecked whisper, her body still bucking against his as she relentlessly prolongs her orgasm, driving her further into a state of mindless bliss and utter depravity. “He… he must know…. But…. OH GODDDDDDDDD, it felt…. SO GOOOOOOD….. FUCK…. DON’T SSTOP….. PLEASEEEEEEE…. KEEP GOING….. KEEP MAKING ME CUM LIKE THIS……. FUCKKKKK MORE AHHHH HARDERRRRRRRR!!!!”

As dawn’s first light filters through the blinds, Lisa’s body lies sprawled across y/n’s bed, a testament to their night of debauchery. Her hair, now a tangled mess, sticks to her sweat-slicked skin, and her makeup is smeared beyond recognition. Her limbs feels like lead, muscles aching in places she didn’t know could ache, yet a satisfied smile plays across her swollen lips. The sheets beneath her are soaked with their combined fluids – evidence of countless orgasms that have left her in this deliciously broken state. She shift slightly, wincing as the movement sends aftershocks of pleasure pain through her oversesitized body.

“Fuck, y/n” she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper, hoarse from hours of screaming his name. “I don’t think I can move… you’ve completely destroyed me darling.” A weak laugh escapes her as she recalls the night’s events – being bent over the kitchen counter, pressed against the shower wall, taken on the hallway passage floor,

Each position more intense then the last. Her pussy throbs at the memory, somehow still hungry despite the thorough claiming it has endured. “Eli is going to notice something’s wrong when I can barely walk into the studio later. What am I supposed to tell him? That I had an intense dance practice? LoL” The thought of her boyfriend’s cluelessness sends another wicked thrill through her body, making her inner walls clench around nothing.

Lisa reaches for her phone, checking the time with bleary eyes. Several missed calls and messages from Eli illuminate the screen – concerned texts asking if she got home safely after her late night recording session. A cruel smile curves her lips as she types out a response with trembling fingers : “Sorry babe, fell asleep as soon as I got home. Exhausted from working so hard all night. Can’t wait to see you later.” The lie comes so easily now, after two weeks of constant deception. She sets the phone down and turns to y/n, who watches her with that predatory gaze that never fails to make her wet.

“You know what’s fucked up?” she says, tracing lazy patterns on his chest. “Part of me wants him to find out. I want to see his face when he realizes his precious gf has been nothing but a cock-hungry slut for his best friend. I want him to know that while he was waiting patiently for me, respecting my ‘career’ I was on my knees begging you to fill me with cum.” Her hand travels lower, finding y/n’s semi hard cock and giving it a gentle squeeze. “But then another part of me loves this game too much to end it. The thrill of looking him in the eyes, knowing your cum is still dripping down my thighs… god, it makes me so fucking wet. Makes me feel so powerful, you know? Like I’m living this secret life he could never imagine his ‘perfect Lisa’ capable of.”

Lisa’s phone buzzes again – another message from Eli, this time saying he’s bringing coffee to her apartment in an hour as a surprise. Her eyes widen momentarily before that familiar wicked gleam returns. She shows the message to y/n, her pussy clenching at the dangerous possibility forming in her mind. “What do you think, daddy?? Should I let you fuck me one more time before I go? Leave your scent all over me so when he hugs his sweet, innocent girlfriend, he’s actually smelling the woman who just had his best friend’s cock down her throat? Or maybe…” she bites her lip, the most depraved idea yet forming in her lust-addled mind. “Maybe you should come over too. Tell you were in the neighborhood. Watch him kiss me hello, knowing exactly where these lips have been all night. Fuck, the thought of being caught between you two – one who knows exactly what a whore I am and one who has no idea – its making me wet all over again. Please, y/n tell me I can cum one more time before I have to go back to pretending I’m his faithful girlfriend.

( a/n - feeling better now with my health will post the request stories with next week. thank you for waiting 🥰 )

[hazelfoureyes]

The Safeword is RadioApple (part 2)

This part doesn’t have the Alastor x Lucifer scene I previewed! I pushed it to the next part since this was already a big chunk of text. I hope you still enjoy it! 🥺 I can do a male reader, I just need a little time as I’ll need to rewrite quite a bit

Locked doors

「Luci was pining to return to your bed, even if he couldn’t fully understand why Alastor exists in it. Luckily for you both, You got a night alone with the King of Hell and before Alastor can implode the whole situation, he had a change of heart perspective.」

[warnings/promises: Lucifer x FemReader, smut, No AlastorxReader this part, Luci eats you out, Luci has a nose, Alastor thinks about gardening but in a jerk kind of way, s e x, Husker is reminded of his chains, Charlie is naive, Facesitting, Luci’s horns, sweet little kisses, aftercare at the before part, creampie is like nyquil, Luci is an entire daddy kink]

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He didn’t want to be fully naked near Alastor, but the idea of bathing with you overpowered his hate. When he entered the bathroom, he found you reclining into Alastor, back to chest, as Alastor’s fingers massaged soap into your upper arms.

Your eyes, closed in comfort, popped open when you sensed his presence, “Luci!” Your legs folded, “Get in.”

Lucifer looked around the clawed foot porcelain tub. He didn’t want to admit he liked the style, obviously picked out by Alastor. With the same hesitancy as before, he stripped and lowered himself in the water opposite you and Alastor.

A wave of stress, again, watching you two intertwined in each other’s attention. But you pushed back against that feeling, hands slipping past his hooved feet until you found his calf. Lifting his leg up, Lucifer yelped as he slid down into the water. Your hands rubbed along the muscle of his leg, humming softly.

He watched you, Alastor disappearing from view entirely. “Thank you, Kitten.” Your smile widened. Eyes wandering down, he found your foot and pressed into the arches with strong fingers. You moaned, visibly relaxing into Alastor’s chest. “Feel good?”

You nodded, “Your hands only ever make me feel good, Luci.”

He nearly choked on his breath, cheeks brightening a scarlet red. How could you get so brutally fucked and still speak to sweetly? Was that really the same mouth?

A stupid grin spread across your face as you pressed into Alastor.

“Happy?” He asked, low and into your hair. 

“Happiest.”  Eyes closed, basking in the glory of your conquest. “What do you like to do after sex?”

It took Lucifer a second to realize you were talking to him, “Oh! Uhh,” a nervous scratch to his cheek, “Kiss? Cuddle. Normal things.” He hoped Alastor took the word normal as an insult but unfortunately he seemed to not be paying any attention. Without opening your eyes, you spread your arms and invited Lucifer to kiss.

He felt his knees graze Alastor’s legs as he shifted, leaning in to you he let his lips touch yours gently. Your arms came around his shoulders and pulled him in for more. He fell into your chest, pressing your body further into Alastor’s. You cooed into his mouth, opening to lick across his lips, finally looking at him. Staring into each other’s eyes, you hoped he could see it, hoped your absolute bliss was palpable to him. Sandwiched between your own personal rock and hard place, you struggled to keep a naughty giggle in your chest. What a lucky girl you were. 

Properly cleaned and doted on, you found yourself in Alastor’s large bed with the men. Alastor had no issues slipping under the blankets and into sleep, your body curled up against his. You were facing Lucifer, who looked exhausted. 

“Sorry for the shock.” You whispered, hand slipping from under the blanket to hold his own. Your mouth opened to say something else, but you stopped yourself. You felt like Lucifer needed space to process.

And he did, taking a moment to look over your face, large red and black deer ears peeking from the blankets behind you. 

“Why did he have to be here?” His fangs bared, “Why not just us?”

Your fingers twirled the wedding band on his left hand, “We have our own little set of rules for what is okay, and he’s always going to be there. That’s the only way this can work.”

Always? This? He wasn’t sure which to grab ahold of first. 

“I’ll never get you alone?” He thought he hid his sadness, but he was in fact pouting very noticeably. 

“Not unless Alastor says so.”

Neither noticed Alastor’s grin slipping through his fake sleep.

His pout deepened, “I hate him.”

“I know.” You laughed, because it was funny. There was really no reason for either of them to hate each other but it seemed neither of their egos could exist in the same room without causing the bad kind of friction. 

“But I -,” He laced his fingers with yours, stopping the reminder of his own vows and to some extent your own, “You. I don’t hate you.”

“Do you not-hate me enough?” said quieter than your other questions, as nervous for the answer as you were the first one of the night. 

“Enough?” Brow knit, Lucifer’s pout melted away. You squeezed his hand. Could he tolerate Alastor enough? Get enough of you for himself? His mind came to greed, to Mammon and his disgust for the sin incarnate. Lucifer had been greedy before, tried to take more than he was allowed, and it led to very terrible things. Some would argue the very worst of all things. 

His nod was barely perceivable. You wondered if you’d imagined it. Perhaps your heart was beating so fast, your eyes shook just enough to see what you wanted. 

Lucifer fell asleep, hand in yours. When he woke, he found himself turned around. At some point he must have rolled away from you, but before he could wake enough to correct the situation, he noticed your own sounds. 

“Allie~” You purred, a tone he had never heard you use before an– Allie?? He gagged.

He could feel the blankets shifting, bed dipping behind him. 

“You’re in odd form, beloved.” Alastor said it softly, not meant for anyone else to ever hear, “I’m sorry I can’t be of more help.”

A huff, a sigh, you made the smallest whimper, “Do you think Luci -?”

Alastor didn’t let you finish, “I don’t ever think about him, darling. So, no.”

Lucifer heard a smack of skin, you playfully hitting Alastor’s chest. “Be nice,” It was a warning, not a suggestion. “I didn’t want to wake him up yet…” The bed dipped again before he felt your hands slip under his arm and down his chest. He tensed, “Luci” you whispered a sing-song form of his name, “Wake up, please. I need your company before I start my day.”

He wanted to whip around but knew that’d be suspicious, he needed to play it cool. Be a man who was totally asleep this whole time. Lucifer closed his eyes, as if you could see his face at all, and forced out a yawn. “Hmm?” He hoped he sounded sleepy, as he was fully alert at this point. 

“Good morning, your majesty.” Your hand snaked down his stomach, “Can I have a moment of your time, sire? I’d like an audience with you.” 

He bit his bottom lip, loving the way you spoke about his position. “Sire” was now second to “Daddy” to his ears. His mind couldn’t play along, already overwhelmed. “I’m not busy at the moment…so…” 

Stupid. Terrible. 

Alastor agreed with the sentiment Lucifer didn’t vocalize. 

Your hand slipped immediately into his boxers, little blue shorts with bright yellow duckies. Taking long, gentle strokes you found him eager to wake up for you, too. 

Luci folded the pillow into his face, stifling a groan as he grew under your fingers. You let his foreskin slide up and down his shaft, rubbing along his head until he had grown too large to accommodate. Luckily for you and Luci, he was leaking like a faucet and providing you just the lubricant to keep your hand gliding over his length. 

He rolled over and began to kiss you, but you quickly pushed him onto his back, coming to straddle him. “May I?” You ground your hips down, wet lips sliding across his cock. Lucifer choked out a reply, something between “yes” and “please” fell from his mouth. You were already naked? Had he missed something?

His eyes flitted to Alastor, who was leaving the bed and going to his armoire. You brought his attention back to you, one hand on his stomach, the other lining him up. Still soft and sore from the night before, Luci much easier slipped into you as you sank down until he was fully sheathed. Taking a moment, you sat on his impossibly hard cock and tried to think of where to put your hands. You leaned back, finding the angle to press his length along your plush g-spot. Slowly, hands on his thighs behind you, you rose up and lowered yourself. 

Luci’s hands came to your hips, needing something to hold on to. Watching you bounce on his cock was making him sweat, not taking into account the feeling of your tight heat so early in the morning. His sweet angel, taking his cock so well. He fought the urge to push you down and let months of pent up affection pound you into the bed.

Soon enough, you were rising and just letting your full body weight drop onto his lap. When you tried to take a hand to touch yourself, Luci’s tail wound up your thigh. You were startled, slowing to see the spade tip pressing down and flicking across your needy clit.

“What the fuck, Luci?” a breathy rhetorical, hand going back to his thigh to regain the speed and force you lost. As you found yourself coming up to that edge, pleasure peaking, you began to moan out his name. Little “Luci”’s and Lucifer”’s chanted to the ceiling. 

Luci’s head pushed down into the pillow, mind unfurling. “Enough,” He whispered into the air, hips rutting up to meet your frenzied thrusts, his reply lost in the sounds of your bodies connecting. 

⫘⫘⫘

Lucifer tried to be normal around the hotel, but as hours turned to days he found it harder and harder to keep it together. While always aware of you, always looking for you, he was now noticing the dynamic between yourself and Alastor. The two of you were often in the same spaces, but rarely together. It baffled him. If you were his, he’d never take his hands off you. His fingers would always be in yours, hand on your back, arm linked in arm. How could Alastor exist around you in any other state than at your feet? 

He began to wonder what exactly you saw in the deer demon. Yes, his dick did work, much to Lucifer’s surprise. But surely that wasn’t it. Because Lucifer’s dick also worked. The math was not mathing.

His bed was suddenly too large. Silk sheets too cold. Room too quiet. Lucifer found himself pacing the halls at night, mind wandering to what you were doing. What you both may be doing. How he would, could, fit in.

Any time he could, he found a reason to touch you. Handing him a plate? Fingers gliding over yours. Entering the same room? Ah, his hand fit so perfectly on the small of your back as he let you go first. Look at this paper! Slide beside him, let his hand come to rest on your waist. Before, he avoided every chance to feel your skin under his own. Now, he was hungry for every little taste. He felt like lightning bit him with every connection to you. He wondered if you felt it, too. 

Alastor wasn’t blind. He saw Lucifer’s eyes watching you. How he followed you like a lost puppy. 

He nearly snapped his microphone in two one morning, seeing Lucifer’s hand around your waist. It was odd, the sex? No issue! Who cares? It’s just bodies. He knew you were satisfied with him regardless of if you ever fucked. You both were quite content to just lie in bed and read, kissing and cuddling under the blankets before bed. 

But something about this was getting under his skin. Maybe it was the public setting, almost an insult to him. Showing everyone how the King of Hell could have anything he wanted. Anyone.

Or maybe it was something messier. These weren’t lustful touches. His hands were always so gentle on you, tender. There was emotion behind the way Lucifer’s fingers grazed your body. He was fine with watching another soul lust after you. Your body was something he could share, just flesh. Your heart? His hair bristled. Would Lucifer undermine what he had?

Mint. His mother planted it once in the yard. Mint grows exceptionally well. Too well. If not properly contained, it will spread across the garden and become a weed and overtake the other plants.

He relished in uprooting the mint by the fistfuls. 

Seeing Lucifer laugh loudly, leaning into your ear to whisper something that made you giggle in return, Alastor thought about mint. Best when ripped from the ground and muddled with a ridged dowel. 

When you knocked on Lucifer’s studio door later that night, the place he had built specially for himself in the new and improved hotel, he frantically tried to clean up the space. You hadn’t been alone with him since that morning nearly a week prior now. 

Truth be told, you hadn’t actually planned on Lucifer agreeing to join Alastor and you in bed. You weren’t sure how to politely invite him back without sounding like you saw him as just a fuck buddy. When you voiced your concern to Alastor, he laughed. Then patted your head.

Not overly helpful.

“Hey there! Long time no see huh?” He laughed a little too hard.

“Luci, we saw each other at breakfast.” 

His hat seemed to wither on his head, “Right yeah haha that— time away from you feels so long! The heart —,” he stopped talking, “Inside?” Wide eyed, he gestured for you to enter. 

With a nod, you walked in. Just, so many ducks. An ungodly number of ducks. Too many, some could argue.

“What’s the latest creation?” You searched the room for anything obviously special.

Lucifer grabbed your hand as he walked past and pulled you to the desk. “Check this out.” He cupped his hands, holding up a duck with six wings and tiny horns. The wings flapped gently.

“Little Luci duck?” You tapped the beak. 

He hummed, “Do you like it? I thought maybe for your bath.” 

You genuinely didn’t know what to say. Your finger slid up the head and down the back. Bringing it to your lips, you kissed the tiny orange beak. “Now I can have you in my bath every night.” 

A smirk, squiggly and long spread across his face.  Shoulder to shoulder at his drawing table, he leaned over to kiss your cheek. Your finger tapped your lips, instructions for where to bring his lips next.

“Dad?”

Lucifer flipped around, knocking up against the desk and causing ducks to cascade down, “CHARLIE! Haha! HEY!” 

Charlie was standing in the open doorway, eyes bouncing from you to Lucifer and back. “Sorry, are you… busy?”

If you stayed very very still maybe she wouldn’t see you. 

No? Yes? Which— which was the least suspicious?

“No?” Lucifer offered.

“I wanted to talk to you about some hotel stuff. I can come back later?”

You folded, sliding away from Lucifer, “I was just going, actually.” You nodded at Charlie, hands behind your back holding your duck. 

Alastor lied on your bed while you wallowed, your upset amusing to him. Where you saw an issue, he saw an opportunity. His wide smile seemed to shine under the dim light of your room, “Charlie is too innocent to make such a leap, dear. She’d need much more than that to suspect anything.” 

“I just don’t wanna cause him trouble. His life has enough strife. I didn’t start this to make things harder on him.” You buried your face into the pillow. 

His hand petted softly at your hair, “Why did you start this?”

You and Alastor weren’t a very sexual couple, and though your libido was stronger opposed to Alastor’s distinct lack of one, that was never an issue. But part of why he even allowed Lucifer to join your bed was to help round out your pleasure. Not that Luci was just a dick to you, literally. Alastor knew how badly you wanted to dote on the monarch, and when we you discussed your desires he was happy to oblige. As long as you didn’t stray from his side, Alastor was fine with holding the reins of this extension, of sorts, to your own relationship. 

But he was, at his core, a mortal soul. He was not impervious to feelings of envy.

“Well, yes, more sex with powerful people is quite nice.” Alastor nodded in agreement, the openness something he was fine with. “But I just wanna see him smile more. He’s so-,”

“Insignificantly small?”

You glared from over the pillow, “Cute.”

His fingers traced down your cheek to your chin, lifting your face to receive a kiss, “Do I still have the controlling share of your heart?”

Rarely, nearly never, did Alastor admit worry. You immediately sat up, the simple question sending off alarms. “Of course! Say the word, I’ll lock the door. Our doors only open as wide as we decide. Together.” Alastor hummed, content with the answer. 

“That’s all I need to hear! I will be back by midnight, don’t lock anything before then.” With a kiss to your forehead, he excused himself down to the bar.

Sure enough, within an hour Lucifer pulled himself into a bar stool and asked Husk for a soda water with lime. He notoriously avoided alcohol.

From his chair, Alastor watched the king of hell frown into the glass. If he could, he would drink that pitiful look by the bottle.

Alastor appeared beside Lucifer, flashing two fingers to Husk. 

“You look like the dog who got kicked.” Alastor’s grin, toothy and sharp, smiled at Lucifer. A laugh track faintly played in the background of his static voice.

“Hey here’s an idea! Go fuck yourself.”

War requires sacrifice. To truly get what you want will always cost you. Alastor knew this well, having paid many prices along his life and death to ultimately come out ahead. 

“She’s quite sad, you know. Poor thing is in her bed now, cradling a small duck.” Alastor tipped his glass into his mouth. Lucifer didn’t reply, frown pushing into a pout.

“She’ll be asleep by 11, normally when she starts to doze off. Unless, of course, she’s otherwise preoccupied.” The whiskey burned, he only drank it neat. Unadulterated.

“Are you bragging? Why are you telling me this, you haunted broomstick?”

The glass cracked in his hand as he set it down, “Because, you empty headed lawn ornament, I’m giving you my blessing to visit her.” Alastor’s bones seemed to snap as his head turned to look at Lucifer with an eerie jerking.

Immediately he perked up, “Oh. Together?” Suspicious.

“I’ll be there later.” Alastor’s head cocked to the side, “You can go ahead.”

Lucifer’s eyes narrowed, “What’s the catch?”

“No catch! Why so suspicious?” Alastor’s eyes rolled, now with a smaller grin, “My darling just has such an appetite, whereas I don’t need quite as much, as often.” 

That made… sense. A lot of sense, actually. Lucifer let that bit of information blanket the past week of observations and everything lined up. 

“Oh!” Lucifer swivelled his chair, “Okay….does she..want me to see her?” He gripped his cane, a nervous reaction, “She hasn’t actually brought it up since.”

“How would I know? I was as shocked as you when she asked for you in the first place.” Husk watched Alastor’s smile twitch, hearing what sounded like pure annoyance in his voice as he said it. 

Lucifer opened his mouth to make a jab, but thought better of it and abandoned the drink and the bar to find you. 

Husk tried to sneak away, but felt the tug of his chains.

“What did you hear, Husker?” Husk’s fur stood on end as he slowly turned to face the fearsome radio demon. 

“Nothing, boss. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His hand had to set the bottle he carried down, shaking too much to be sure he wouldn’t drop it. 

“Good boy.” Alastor finished his whiskey, “I’d hate to have to find a new bartender. Another, please and thank you. I’ve got some time to kill.”

⫘⫘⫘

“Luci?” You looked around the hall, wondering if perhaps someone else had come with him, “What’s up?”

He opened his arms, “That piece of shit said I could see you. Alone.”

Your smile fell, “Why would he do that?” Lucifer laughed, shrugging it off. 

“Maybe he knows he is no match for our connection.” His brows rose up and down his face.

“That….definitely isn’t it, Luci.”

He looked wounded, “May I still come in? If you want me, that is. Want me TO! Want me, to enter. Inside the room. Your room. Bedroom. This-.,” You opened the door the rest of the way and moved aside. 

“What exactly did Alastor say?” You sat on the small bench at the foot of your bed.

 The worry was visible on your face.

“Something about different appetites. Aaand I could come up before he came to bed. Oh, and that you were sad.” Lucifer set his hat on the dresser, resting the cane to the side. 

Those were true things. 

Yes, you had been sad. Moping just before Alastor left, come to think of it….was this a little gift? Why wouldn’t Alastor tell you beforehand? You rarely did anything without discussing it first. 

“Did you not want to see me?” Luci misread your face. 

“Oh! No!” 

He winced.

“No, I mean– no, I did not …not want to see you.” Fuck, his nervous energy was spreading. How did you ever manage a private conversation with him before? “I am very happy you’re here. I felt so bad, about earlier. Did I cause you any trouble with Charlie?”

Luci plopped down beside you, “Don’t be silly! She thinks we’re run of the mill pals!” A laugh, “I think.”

Your eyes searched the room. Alone together, in a truly private place. But again, you wanted to show Lucifer more than just your lust for him. You wanted to see him smile, to feel appreciated and seen. That was harder to do when in a dick fog. 

“Are you okay with starting with a cuddle this time, Luci?” Standing, you lowered the lights with the dial on the wall. “We can move past it if you’re feeling it. Or just enjoy being in each other’s company.”

“I love cuddling! I’m a pro at cuddling! Haha, yes. Totally okay.” He paused, “Why are you laughing?”

You pulled back the covers, getting into bed, “You’re so cute, your majesty.” He felt that stupid grin creep across his face, “Come to bed.”

With a puff of red smoke, he was in his boxers and scrambling to you. You tried to stifle another laugh, what a silly person the Devil was. “You could have done that every time?” You asked. He just nodded, hands coming around your body and pulling you close to him. “You’re so warm.”  Your nose brushed against his.

“Fires of hell and all that.” He kissed the tip of your nose, before lightly pressing his lips to your own. Another peck, his hands roaming up your hips and then your arms, then coming to your cheek. He pulled you closer now, deepening his once chaste kisses. 

Was this cuddling? You thought you had wanted to dote on him. But now it seemed you were the one being showered in adoration. He sighed into your mouth, and your mind went blank. Yes this was cuddling. This was anything he said he wanted it to be. 

Lips soft, mouth warm, tongue forked. His head tilted, desperate to get himself deeper into your mouth. You tasted like heaven, something he was too scared to miss. Tongue rolling over yours, you moaned into the kiss. Luci’s hands slid from your face to your hip, hand gripping you as he groaned in response. Hips slowly rolling into nothing, he tried to calm down. He finally had you all to himself, and his body reacted with an eagerness he had forgotten. Your own hands pushed gently against his chest, not to make distance, but to feel his body pressing up against your own skin. 

His lips parted yours, he went to speak but instead returned to kissing you. Leaving your lips and travelling down your neck, he found the will to talk, “Tonight, let me take the lead?” You nodded, wondering what his lead would look like. 

Alastor was always chasing something in you, feeding off more than your body. The few times he would want to go beyond just caressing, he would wring pleasure from you like a deserted man to an empty canteen. His body quaking with every drop he could manage. 

And Lucifer? Your already wet cunt clenched around nothing but possibilities. You nodded, watching a fire light behind his eyes you hadn’t seen in the bedroom before.

“I’m going to spoil you rotten.” His face was bright, both hands pulling your hips onto him as he rolled onto his back. “You don’t need these.” Clawed hands tugging at your panties beneath your open robe. 

Oh. That was quick.

As you leaned back to remove them, Lucifer’s mind was on timing. He could eat you out for hours if afforded it, but he knew Alastor would be coming in eventually. Lucifer had no intentions of sharing you tonight. 

When you sat down, his hands hooked under your thighs and pulled you up. And up. 

“Luci?”

“Let me show you how I ruined eden.” He opened his mouth, long tongue snaking out in a truely debauched display.  Your body was just near his chin now, and you were too stunned to move. His hands slapped your ass playfully, “Please take a seat, kitten. Your throne awaits.”

Would you suffocate him? Did he need breathe? Were you heavy? Shou-

“Pet.” His hands drummed on your thighs, “Just grab the headboard.”

Mortified. You placed your knees on either side of his head and gripped the headboard. You barely had a chance to lower yourself before he pulled you onto his mouth.

Hot breath. Luci had been dreaming of this for weeks, long before your initial invite. His tongue lapped up the slick from hole to clit, humming into your skin. Your thighs clenched and you had to focus to open them again. You apologized, but Luci just winked and made a show of taking two fingers and setting them on your thigh where he held you. 

You’d never done anything where you were the one on watch for the tap tap. It felt…. Good. Deep breath, relax into the system you made for each other.

His tongue dipped into your heat, you hadn’t considered the positive attributes of its length until now. Your hips rocked slowly, the feeling of his soft and determined tongue along you walls making your mind reel. How could something be so gentle but so ravaging? Had anyone’s tongue ever been so deep in you?

Resting your forehead on the headboard you watched Luci’s eyes close, his smile felt from thigh to thigh. Nowhere was Lucifer more in his element than mouth under a wet cunt. As your breath quickened so did your hips, grinding down more and more as you felt the pleasure spiking with every touch. 

Luci’s tongue left your now dripping hole to latch onto your clit. Sharp teeth pricked your skin as he began to suck, expert tongue intermittently lapping at your little bud of nerves. 

Your knuckles were turning white as you considered snapping the headboard in half in an attempt to chase the euphoria. It felt so good, but as the time was going forward you could tell it wasn’t enough to get you over that hurdle. 

Cold air rushed to your flushed skin, “What do you need, kitten?” Two large eyes, yellow and red, looked up from your lap.

“I want to feel you. Inside.” Your eyes flitted up as his mouth returned to his measured pace on your clit. Whimpering, you thought about reaching back and inserting your own fingers when you found your new friend beat you to it. His spaded tail folded in on itself and slipped past your twitching entrance.

You choked out a noise, the sensation something entirely foreign. Smooth and cold, he just needed to get the tip inside for you to start moaning in earnest. Your body was rocking between his tongue and his tail, shortening the intervals as you ramped up to your orgasm. 

His hands on your thighs tightened, clawed hands digging into your flesh. His moan made your feet cramp, legs now twitching. “Close— Luci!” Talking felt like losing your place, but the way he moaned in response egged you on, “Luci! Please don’t sto-,” your abdomen tight, body locked as it edged to that peak, your pleas to not stop devolved into whispered a, “no no no no god no” into the wooden bed frame.

Lucifer’s hands snaked up your sides, holding onto your waist he pulled your full weight down into his mouth, tail twisting as it thrust in and out of you. Just deep enough that the large edge of the spade was spreading your lips with every movement. 

Eyes closed, your body shook violently over his face as you finally broke through, orgasm flooding your system with endorphins. Feet, legs,  stomach, hands, everything loosened. Luci’s tongue stopped, tail slipping out. 

You didn’t make a move, needing a second to just bask in the feeling.

Before it fully waned, Luci’s arms came up and over your thighs before he pushed your body toward his chest. And then you felt yourself falling backwards.

He’d pushed himself off the bed and flipped you so quickly you hadn’t even seen it happen. Vision adjusting you saw his yellow eyes now red, red and black horns sprouted from his forehead.

“Open up for Daddy, kitten.” He was fully buried in your softened pussy before you could form a thought. Your body hadn’t forgotten his size, but you still felt a burning at your entrance where the skin struggled to stretch for him. Luci’s body fell onto yours, his hands bringing your legs up past his hips and behind his back. You hooked your feet together around his waist and held on with both arms, eyes rolling back with every thrust.

“You feel so good, you’re so tight,” he moaned directly into your ear. Bodies tightly pressed together, an embrace where only his hips would leave your skin and just long enough to piston back into you. Your legs were so far up that your hips weren’t on the bed anymore. The angle made your head fall back, muscles unable to receive signals from your bliss addled brain. His arms were under yours, resting beneath your back and on your shoulders, pulling you tighter into to him. You felt surrounded by him, every part of your body touching his. A tangle of flesh and whimpers. “You’re so beautiful, kitten. You take daddy’s cock so well. I’m melting.” His horns brushed against your head, the sound of them slipping across the comforter with every thrust reminding you of their presence.

Lucifer felt lost in you. He fought to keep his mind clear enough to ensure his embrace stayed gentle. You were a bundle of softness and heat under him. He felt his balls creeping up, tightening as he was ready to chase your own orgasm with his. For a second his eyes searched the immediate area for Alastor. The word “cum” ringing in his ears.

With a sigh, hot and heavy at your neck, he pressed into you as far as his body could enter. As you could feel the warmth of his cum filling you, your cunt began to spasm around him. Body instinctively hungry for him. His hands hooked under your shoulders held you still, your legs still tight around his waist.

You stayed there until you both were breathing normally. Your legs fell down, thighs falling open as you released your grip on him. Luci didn’t move for another minute, opting to rest his head in your chest. Silence, just the gently rolling waves of soft pleasure and contentment still coming.

Satiated, you suddenly felt so drowsy. “Luci.”

His head popped up, horns gone and sclera back to yellow, “Yes, kitten?”

“Blankets.” You let your eyes closed, feeling the comforter being pulled to you.

Alastor walked in to find you both asleep, Lucifer still on top of you, heads at the foot of the bed and feet on the pillows. The comforter half assed folded over your bodies.

He wasn’t surprised. Alastor peeled Luci off of you and tossed him onto the pillows. 

“Fuck you, hair cut,” Lucifer whispered, between awake and asleep.

“Yes yes, your majesty. Fuck you too.” Alastor picked you up and set you where you belonged. He pulled the blankets over you both, taking a beat to stare down at the scene.

Beloved, happily asleep. Obnoxious monarch, looking angelic beside you. Lucifer looked so much more tolerable when sleeping.

He considered for a moment returning to his own room, as he had planned all along. Looking from you to Lucifer, he felt something swell in his chest. 

Keeping you was a treasure. A treasure he trusted would always be his. But to have you and the king of hell? Not just influence by way of your ties to Lucifer? Well, that could bring power.

His mother always recommended containment for mint, Alastor pulling too many and not allowing for them to enjoy the benefits of their hard work for very long. Containment, he considered, locking the bedroom door and taking his place beside you.

⫘⫘⫘

When there was a knock in the morning all three of you popped up from the pillows.

“Who the hell is that? It’s so early…” your eyes struggled to focus on the clock.

“Fffuck,” Alastor held his face in his hands. “I forgot I-,”

“Hello?” Charlie said into the door.

You and Lucifer slowly turned to stare at Alastor, a thin smile from ear to ear on his face.

“Alastor asked me to wake you up. So you wouldn’t miss the planning meeting.”

“Can’t a demon be a little chaotic now and then?” Alastor mused, your eyes boring holes into his skull. 

The doorknob rattled, “Oh… He said it would be open. Well, okay… I guess I’ll let you sleep! Maybe next week!”

As Charlie made her way down the hall she just missed the sound of furniture moving and a thud as Lucifer tackled Alastor out of the bed and onto the floor, hands on his throat. 

This was going to be a problem.

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First in Class Part One

Lt. Robert ‘BOB’ Floyd x Reader

Words: 5623

Summary: Your graduation from Top Gun seems like the perfect opportunity to introduce your boyfriend to your father…except they’ve already met. 

Notes: I don’t know anything about flying, obviously, but god it was fun to write. So much so, I think want to keep this character arch for other stand alones. Call sign ‘Rebel’ will just always have this backstory and general traits. I just had such a blast and I hope you guys enjoy and look forward to part two! 

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Bob watched and tried not to hold his breath so long that he passed out, which seemed like a real possibility judging by how lightheaded he was getting. He wasn’t even the one in the plane, but with every impossible maneuver at an impossible speed, his stomach did more and more flips. 

“You alright there, Baby on Board?” Hangman patted him hard on the shoulder. “You look a little green.”

“It’s an intense dogfight,” he reasoned. 

Phoenix snorted. “It isn’t even real.” 

“Don’t tell me you didn’t do this when you were in Top Gun.”

“Of course I did,” Bob snapped back, hating the smugness perpetually painting Hangman’s features. Sure, the team of them had gotten close over the last year, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t an asshole. He was just one Bob occasionally liked to have around. This was not one of those occasions. But when Phoenix suggested they all get together to get a preview of the new graduates’ skills, he didn’t really feel like explaining why he was already going to be there. 

“Besides, their ranking is already decided,” Rooster added, bringing them all another pack of beer. “This is just a few of them getting permission to show off.”

“They don’t know that,” Phoenix pointed out. “They never tell them when they’ve decided. They like to keep them on edge, the bastards.” She grinned, remembering her nerves from her time in Top Gun. 

“Which makes it worse, doesn’t it?” Bob leaned forward on the rail of the boat they were watching from. “A bunch of hot heads getting ready to graduate?”

“Remind me not to take you to any parties,” Hangman snickered. 

A roar echoed out above them, drawing their attention back to the two aircraft circling each other like vultures on a kill. 

Bob ignored the others and their barrage of critiques and kept his eyes on the plane being pursued. 

“Come on, baby,” he muttered. “You can get 'em.” The plane getting closer and closer to the blue waves captured every ounce of his focus. “Come on, baby. Shake them off.” 

On the carrier, more were watching the dogfight take place. 

“Come on, kid,” Pete said. “You can do this.” 

Maverick watched his daughter’s plane pull up at the last second, invert above her opponent, and swing back around to lock on the kill shot. He felt a swell overtake his chest, like he was being pushed under the water they floated on. Pride. That’s what it was. Pride. 

Bob clenched his fists around the rail, doing his best to hide his enthusiasm from the others. 

“That’s my girl.” 

-

When you took off your helmet and the cool ocean air hit your face, you were beaming. The chaos of the carrier set you at ease. People darted back and forth to check the planes for damages and refuel them for the next round of graduates to test their meddle. But you already knew they wouldn’t beat you. They hadn’t announced rankings, but you knew. You could feel it. 

Just like you could feel the presence of the man at the end of the flight deck before you saw him. 

Pete Mitchell. 

Maverick. 

Dad. 

You were running across the deck before the other pilot even landed, catapulting yourself into his arms. 

Pete laughed, spinning you around with his arms locked around you. 

“You said you weren’t going to make it,” you said into his leather jacket. 

He set you back down, pushing a sweat-stuck strand of your hair back. Pete shrugged, grin growing. “I lied.”

Your smile matched his. “I think I did it.” 

That pride in his chest came up in waves again. “I know you did.”

Your grin turned teasing, and you gave him a playful punch to the arm. “Jealous?”

“Hey, second in class is nothing to scoff at.” He pretended the punch hurt, rubbing the spot where you hit. 

“But it’s not first,” you smirked.

He raised a brow. “I’ll remember you said that when I’m thinking about buying you a drink tonight.” 

With your opponent, “Saint”, coming in, you knew you had to get back before your superiors chewed your ass. 

“Speaking of tonight,” you said, starting to back away, “there’s someone I want you to meet.” 

“Who?”

You said something, but Pete couldn't hear you over the bustle and noise of the flight deck. 

“What?”

You said it again, getting further away.

Pete huffed a laugh and asked one more time. “Who am I meeting?”

Finally, he heard your bright laugh over the sound of the planes. “My boyfriend!” You turned and hurried off before he could fully react. 

Dumbfounded, Pete Mitchell stared after you, wrapping his mind around the word. 

Boyfriend?

-

By the time you got back to the beach, you were ready for a drink. After long, long weeks of training and dealing with the boys’ club of Saint and his buddies, you’d made it. You’d done what you’ve been working your whole life towards, ever since you were a little kid and you snuck out of your mother’s house to watch the test planes. 

Your dad was meeting you at Penny’s, promising that he had a surprise for you. If you were being honest, you thought he was acting weird ever since you mentioned having a boyfriend. 

It wasn’t like you’d never dated. You’d had plenty of relationships throughout high school and the Naval Academy, but they hadn’t exactly gone well. You always fell for the hotrod, the arrogant bad boys who promised adventure and excitement. They never delivered on those promises, of course. 

And then you met Robert. 

He was a few years ahead of you in the academy. You’d been having problems with one of your instructors and, in order to not risk getting kicked out, you decided to find someone to tutor you. If your instructor was determined to have a problem with you because of who your father was, then you were determined to come out top of the course. Robert was the best at weapon systems, so you approached him to tutor you.

You were pretty sure he spent the next few months being terrified of you, but the rest, as they say, is history. 

Opening the door to Penny’s, the familiar scent of beer and salt water filled your lungs. The jukebox played a Tom Petty song, accompanied by the quiet clanks of pool balls sinking into pockets. 

The cheer that followed, you’d recognize anywhere. 

“As I live and breathe, Bradshaw,” you said, a grin slowly spreading across your face as you approached the group of people in naval uniforms around the pool table. Bradley Bradshaw was the closest thing you had to an older brother. Hearing your voice, his head snapped up. You stole his pool stick to set it aside and pull him into a hug. “Hey, Ugly Duck.” 

He rolled his eyes at your nickname for him. 

“I wondered if that was you up there.” Rooster raised a brow. “Cinderella.” Two can play at the name game. 

You punched his arm and hugged him again. 

Someone cleared their throat behind you. 

“Are you going to introduce me to your friend, Roost?” A tall officer with the kind of smirk you always used to fall for leaned on the corner of the table, eyeing you with a confident green-blue gaze. He held out a hand. “Jake Seresin.”

The name clicked in your head. “Hangman.”

“The one and only.” He shook your hand with a firm grip and a flirty grin. Yup. Definitely the kind of guy you used to go for. “So that was you this morning?”

“Y/F/N Y/L/N, but my call is Rebel,” you said. “And yeah. That was just for fun.” 

He chuckled. “Looked like it.” Sauntering toward you, he motioned to the bar. “Can I get you something to drink? Our buddy’s up there now getting a round.” 

You knew that head of light brown hair anywhere. 

“I think I’ll help him carry.” You made sure to give him a final glance over your shoulder before strutting your way to the bar. “Hey there, sailor.” 

Bob jumped, almost dropping the five bottles he was trying to pick up. 

You giggled. “Want some help?”

“I-I got it,” he said, brows coming together in focus. When he finally looked up at you, his eyes widened, and he almost dropped them again. “Y/N, hey. I thought you were one of the guys messing with me.” A sheepish smile spread across his face. “You were amazing today.”

He was the only one who could make you blush. You didn’t know anyone could be so sincere, so sweet, until you met him.

“Your friend wanted to buy me a drink,” you said. 

Bob looked over at Hangman, who was looking over at you. “Oh?” He glanced down. “Yeah. He’s um-”

“A bit of a prick?” You finished, laughing.

Bob snorted. “You could say that.”

You glanced over, finding that everyone was now watching the two of you. “Can you do me a favor?”

Bob’s face snapped back up. “Anything.”

“Put the bottles down, Bobby,” you smirked. 

His brows came together again, this time in confusion. It was adorable. He did as you said, setting the beers back on the bar. 

Then, you put your hands on either side of his face, and crashed your lips into his. 

And while the jukebox switched to Billy Joel’s “Shameless”, the bar went silent for the naval officers around the pool table. You reveled in the moment, but most of all, you just took him in. It’d been weeks since you’d been able to spend any real time with him, and just feeling him there, feeling his lips softly respond to yours, was everything you needed. 

“She’s with…” Hangman trailed off, rendered speechless for the first time. 

Rooster just whistled. “I didn’t know someone could turn that red.” 

Sure enough, when you pulled away, your boyfriend’s cheeks had gone such a shade, he matched the 3 ball. You flashed him a wink, grabbed three of the bottles, and calmly walked back over to the table. 

“Which one of these is yours, Hangman?” You asked, handing one to Rooster. Still unable to speak, he just pointed. You gave the opposite to the only other woman at the table and kept the final bottle for yourself, taking a swig. “Not my usual, but not bad.” 

“I-um-”

Rooster patted him on the back. “Don’t hurt yourself.” He strung an arm over your shoulder as your still-pink boyfriend trailed behind you with the other two drinks. “It’s easier to just accept her and move on.”

You elbowed him in the side, earning a breathy ‘Oof.’

“Are we playing or not, Ugly Duck?” You circled the table and gathered pool balls. “You and flyboy over here versus me and Robert.” 

Rooster and Hangman exchanged a look, overconfidence quickly overcoming the latter’s expression. 

Fanboy leaned over to Phoenix. “Who the hell is Robert?”

She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. 

While you broke, Bob could feel everybody staring at him. Of the group, he was seen as the most secretive. It wasn’t because he kept secrets. He was just… quiet. That, and nobody ever asked if he was seeing anyone. Still, did they have to look that surprised? 

He watched you sink two stripes on the first break. Across the table, your sparkling eyes met his, and suddenly, nobody else’s stare mattered. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth to keep from grinning like an idiot. You made your way around the table to stand next to him, despite there being better shots on the other side. 

You purposely bumped his hip with yours, and he felt himself go red all over again as you leaned down to take the shot. 

“So,” Rooster started, brows furrowing, “why did you tell me about-” he motioned to the two of you, “this?”

You shrugged. “Robert and I met when you still weren’t speaking to me. After that, I guess it just never came up.” You gave him a faux-innocent doe-eyed look. 

You grew up with Bradley. He was basically your brother. But when everything went down between him and your dad… he cut you off almost entirely. It took years to build up your relationship again. You weren’t still mad about it, of course. But every once in a while, you liked to rub it in that you were the better friend. 

Bob cleared his throat. “You two, uh, know each other?” 

“Since we were kids,” Rooster answered, nudging you out of the way with his pool cue. “Unfortunately.”

You smacked him with the end of yours. 

“Oh, that reminds me,” you said to Bob. “He’s coming tonight.”

“Who?”

“My dad.” 

All of the color drained from his face. “T-tonight?” 

“Don’t look so scared. He isn’t that bad.” Rooster studied the two of you. His eyes went wide, and a slow, menacing smile spread across his face. “Does he not know?”

“Not know what?” Bob squeaked.

The older officer just snorted. “This should be good.” 

Sure enough, on the other side of the bar, the group’s former instructor entered, a large gift bag swinging back and forth by his legs. He flipped his aviators up onto his head, eyes scanning the crowd. You stood on your toes and waved so he could see you over Rooster and Hangman’s shoulders. Bob tried to peek around them, but the crowd was too thick around you for him to get a good look. All he saw was a flash of dark hair topped with golden-shaded sunglasses. 

Rooster snickered as he leaned down to sink two pool balls and flip you the bird. You stuck your tongue out at him and snuck back through the swell of people to meet your dad halfway. 

Pete spotted you for a second, but lost you again. Penny tended the bar and, as attentive as ever, had a feeling something was about to happen. Between Pete’s confusion and the very nervous-looking young man by the pool table, she wondered what you were up to. 

“Dad, over here!” You called, squeezing between two annoyed tourists. “Hey!”

Pete finally found you again and tucked the bag behind his bag to give you a one-armed hug. “Hey, kiddo. Don’t tell me the party started without me.”

“I told you I had someone I wanted you to meet.” You started to lead him back toward the table, but from his position now, he could see the group gathered, and he froze. 

“Don’t tell me it’s one of them,” he said, trying to wrap his mind around the odds. 

“It isn’t Bradly if that’s what you’re worried about.” You snorted at the idea. 

Pete winced, waiting for you to tell him that you’d been seeing the cockiest pilot in the whole group. 

“No,” you pointed, “him.”

Bob caught your eye and waved, at least until he saw who was with you. If he was pale before, he was ghostly now, eyes widening to the size of headlights. 

“Him?” Pete guffawed. “You’re dating Bob?” 

Your head tilted as you looked back at him, still leading your dad to join the others. “Wait, you know Robert?”

The two of you broke through the wall of people. 

Hangman choked on his beer. 

Rooster howled with laughter, both at his fellow pilots’ expressions and Maverick’s efforts not to look anyone in the eye. You stood in the middle of it all.

You glanced between the two sides, arms crossed. “I don’t get it.”

“Well,” Pete cleared his throat, “Y/N, sweetheart, you didn’t exactly tell me you were dating someone who graduated from Top Gun.”

Bob, who looked ready to lose his lunch, couldn’t manage any full words, so Rooster did it for him. 

“I take it she didn’t tell you her dad is one of the most decorated pilots in the Navy.”

Bob did manage to shake his head, unable to look at you or his former instructor, choosing the safety of the green felt tabletop instead. He tried to make it all make sense. 

He knew that your mom and dad weren’t together and hadn’t been in a long time. He knew it was partially because of your dad’s job and that she didn’t exactly support you joining the Navy, especially to become a pilot. So much so, she wasn’t even here. You were her only daughter, and she didn’t come to your graduation from an elite program, not that you’d mentioned it. He could tell it was bothering you. 

In that moment, however, all he could think about was how he didn’t see it sooner. Well, that and the fact that Maverick was staring him down with a puzzled look, like he was trying to fit two mismatched pieces together. 

Bob swallowed hard under the pin of those calculating eyes and tried to wash it down with more beer, which just made it worse. He ended up sputtering through his sip and had to turn away so he didn’t spray foam all over your feet. 

“I don’t tell many people because it tends to freak them out.” You sent eye daggers at Rooster while you walked around the table to stand beside Bob. You laid a hand on his shoulder while he got control of his coughing. “If I had known you two knew each other, I would have-”

“It’s-” He wheezed, “fine.” 

“So,” Maverick inhaled, “I didn’t mean to interrupt the party. I just wanted to give this to Y/N.” He drew the bag out from behind him and held it out to you. 

Keeping a hand on Bob’s arm, you grabbed onto the little twine handles and peeked inside. 

“You got fancy paper and everything,” you teased, pulling out blue and white tissue paper. Glancing up at the others, you smirked. “On my tenth birthday, he used the newspaper for wrapping after he’d spilled coffee all over it.” 

“Sounds about right,” Rooster said. 

When you got passed the paper, the bag fell right out of your hands, and your fingers fell away from your boyfriend’s bicep. You started to shake. 

“Y/N?” Bob’s head tilted forward to look into your face, which had gone pale. “You okay?” 

You held up the dark leather bomber jacket, reading the embroidered name on the pocket. 

Y/F/N/ “Rebel” Y/L/N. 

“Dad, this is-” your voice caught in your throat, finding yourself shaky on your feet. You leaned against Bob to keep upright. “It’s perfect. Thank you.” Setting the jacket on the green felt, you threw your arms around your father. 

Bob made sure the jacket didn’t fall off the corner and watched the happy moment with the shock of the moment fading into the feeling of seeing that smile on your face. 

The rest of the group applauded. Hangman rolled his eyes playfully, but Bob could tell he was just being… well, Hangman. 

“Alright, enough ‘Father of the Bride’,” Hangman teased. “Can we get back to our game now? I believe Roost and I here were about to kick the lovebirds out of their nest.” 

Bob scowled at him. Well, as much as Bob could scowl. To you, he just looked adorable. 

“You ready to put some money where that mouth is, Hangman?” You challenged, breaking away from your dad to put your hand on your hip. 

“She did learn from the best,” Maverick added. “Fair warning.”

“If you’re as good a pool player as you are a teacher, I think we’ll be just fine.” A grin spread across Hangman’s face. 

“Alright, Confirmed Kills,” you said, letting him know you knew exactly who he was and you didn’t care. “Whoever loses buys the next round-” Before he could scoff, you continued, “and treats everyone to a round of duet karaoke to a song of the winner’s choice.” 

You were going to enjoy wiping that cocky smirk off his face. Hangman held out his hand. 

“You’ve got a deal,” he winked, “Mini Mav.” Hangman lined up another shot. 

Pete watched you settle in with the group, fitting in like you’d all known each other forever. Of course, you and Bradly had known each other since you were kids, but the way you were with the rest of them… it was easy to see that you belonged there. 

What he still couldn’t quite figure out was the boyfriend situation. 

Bob? 

Really?

It wasn’t that he didn’t like him, of course. It just came as a bit of a surprise. Pete had met the guys you’d dated in the past, and they certainly weren’t, well, Bob. 

As if the kid could read his mind, he glanced over at Pete. 

Bob instantly looked away, trying to focus on you as you hit the Q-Ball. Of course, you were bent over, which meant he was looking at your ass, which of course made him panic even more. The last thing he wanted was for your dad to watch him watching you… in that way… oh God, this was going to be really hard. 

The voice in his head, which sounded weirdly like Hangman, made a crude joke. 

Bob chugged the rest of his beer before his turn. 

-

The group migrated out of the Hard Deck like a little tipsy flock of geese. Rooster and Hangman had just finished their stunningly bad rendition of ‘It’s Raining Men’ after losing to you and Bob at the pool table. They also each bought a round for the whole group, hence the slight sway to your step as you all climbed down the steps leading to the sand. 

Hangman, of course, had decided that everyone needed an encore.

“I’m gonna go out,” he sang, “and let myself get-”

He held out an empty bottle to you like it was a microphone. You rolled your eyes, but just couldn't help but join. 

“Absolutely soaking wet!” 

Everyone erupted in laughter, and you hooked your arm around Bob’s waist, to which Hangman, Coyote, and Fanboy all made kissy noises. 

“Gross!” Rooster whined over them, flashing you a grin. “Get a room, you two!” 

“Oh, I plan to,” you shot back. You could practically feel your boyfriend blush. “I’ll see you at the ceremony, yeah?” 

Rooster rustled your hair. "Wouldn't miss it, Cinderella.” 

“We will be there, Mini Mav,” Hangman said. He glanced over your shoulder, winking.“Take it easy with that one, Baby on Board.” 

Bob scoffed, shaking his head as the group shuffled off. 

“Oh, ignore him.” You leaned into him, the leather of your jacket smooth against his skin. You mussed his hair and stood on your toes to kiss his cheek. “He’s just jealous.” You wrapped your arms around his middle, tucking your head under his chin. You breathed him in along with the salt of the ocean and the lingering scent of beer. “I missed you.”

Bob enveloped you in his arms, smiling contently against the top of your head. “I missed you, too, baby.” He tensed suddenly, stepping away. You let out a pouty sigh, finding his gaze focused behind you. “Hi, Captain Mitchell.”

“Lt. Reynolds.” Maverick leveled his stare on your boyfriend, feigning seriousness. After he was sure the young man was good and freaked out, he cracked a smile. “Relax, Bob. It’s supposed to be a celebration.”

Bob, in fact, did not relax. 

You hugged your dad again for a long while, lowering your voice. “Thank you, Dad. For everything.” 

“I’m so proud of you, Y/N.” Pete fought to keep his voice from cracking. He cleared his throat. “You’re, um, you’re mother wanted me to tell you congrats, too.”

Bob watched your shoulders stiffen and your head tilt. 

“Sure she did,” you said. Tugging on your sleeves, you put a smile back on your face. “And this is too big, by the way.”

Pete’s face fell. “Really? I could have sworn I-”

“Dad,” you snickered, “I’m messing with you.” You punched his shoulder, glad to be passed the unpleasant topic you’d been avoiding for the last several days. Raising a brow, you added, “You staying with Penny?”

“Don’t give me that look,” he laughed. 

“What look?” You shrugged innocently. Reaching back for Bob’s hand, you laced your fingers together. “I’ve been renting her place down by the water.” You looked back at your boyfriend. “I figured we could head back and make some s'mores.” 

It was very clear by your tone that you were not talking about marshmallows and chocolate. Bob’s blood surged, rushing by his ears. 

He really missed you. 

You glanced back at Pete. “Don’t give me that look.”

“Hey, I’m allowed ‘that look’,” Pete said. “And I’ll be by in the morning for a run.”

You groaned. “Really? Do I have to train the morning of my graduation?”

He leaned over and kissed your cheek. “Just be decent by the time I get there, yeah?” He ignored the paternal urge to lecture you about not being stupid- which, of course, he knew would make him a hypocrite. 

“Yeah, yeah. Goodnight, Dad.”

“Night, kid.” He started back toward the bar to meet up with his girlfriend- a woman more like your mother than your actual mother since you moved to North Island for the course. Maverick waved back at the two of you. “Goodnight, Bob.” Bob started to say something, but the words just caught in his throat, so he ducked his head instead.

You hooked your arm through his and started along the beach to the quaint property you’d been renting from Penny for the last few months. The moon was high in the sky, shining down on the water in ripples of light. This was your favorite time--when the waves caught reflections of the stars and the moon in every crest and the world was an odd mix of still and alive, peaceful and energetic. There was an electricity to the evening that most people missed, but you always felt it, whether it was in the jukebox at Penny’s or walking along the beach now, head leaning against the shoulder of the man you loved. 

“You’re doing that thing,” you said, jutting out your bottom lip in a mock pout.

Bob blinked, like you’d snapped him out of a trance. “What thing?”

“The ‘I’m overwhelmed so I’m going to just stop talking and maybe forget to breathe a little’ thing,” you teased, but your eyes were sincere as you looked up at him, bringing you both to a stop along the sand. “Does it really bother you?” Confusion made his nose crinkle in that really cute way, so you clarified with a snort. “My dad being, well, my dad.” 

“Oh. Um. That.” Bob fixed his glasses further up on his nose. He did that when he was nervous, too. “No.” And his voice went up an octave- another tell-tale sign that he was on the verge of a mini Bob Breakdown. “W-why would it bother me?”

You raised a brow.

He exhaled a short sigh. “Okay. Maybe it’s a little weird.”

“Tell you what.” You played with the collar of his shirt. “How about, for tonight, it’s just you and me? No Top Gun. No famous pilot dads or moms who don’t-” You cut off with a sharp breath. 

Bob took your hands in his, pulling you forward to kiss your forehead. “I think that sounds great.” Bob wrapped an arm around you, keeping you tucked next to him while you walked across the beach. 

And just like that, the constant buzz in your body, the one that had kept you going at Mach 10 for the last few months, settled. You never knew how he did it, but Bob was the only person in the world who could bring you back to earth. 

-

There was something you took pride in knowing when nobody else did- WSO Lt. Robert Floyd was a really good kisser. Whether it was your lips or your neck or another stretch of skin against his lips, every touch was slow and perfect and just enough to make you a little bit crazy. And, at the moment, that was exactly what he was doing. 

Bob’s mouth trailed lazily over your collarbone, his arms draped around your waist, hair tussled from the night before, and pressed so close to you it was almost hard to tell whose warm, sweat-dotted skin was whose. 

“Morning,” Bob muttered sleepily against you. His lips made their way up to yours, but not before stopping at your jaw, at the little spot behind your ear he knew would make you blush. 

The small touch alone was enough to make your body ignite with the memory of everything that you did last night. The two of you had a lot of making up to do and, needless to say, you certainly succeeded. 

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and gave him a tired smile. “Good morning.” 

“Want some coffee?” Bob asked. His hair, usually neat and slicked back, flopped into his face in messy spikes. You pushed it back, letting your fingers glide through his light brown strands. 

“You’re a godsend.”

The corners of his lips teased upward. He kissed you again. “I know.” He pulled back, but couldn’t resist just one more kiss. “I love you.”

You almost took him again right there. “I love you, too, Robert.” 

He climbed out of bed despite your little huffs of protest and put on some sweats. You started to get up after him, but he stopped you. “I’ll bring it to you. What do you want for breakfast?”

“Breakfast in bed?” You said. “How fancy.”

“Well, I think that the top of Top Gun deserves a little spoiling.”

“We don’t know if I’m first yet.”

“Then call this wishful thinking.” He pointed at you. “Don’t go anywhere.”

You gave him a mock salute. “Aye aye, lieutenant." 

Bob chuckled, shaking his head, and went out to the kitchen to start the pot of coffee and put bread in the toaster. 

A knock at the door barely stirred you from the bed. 

“I’ll get it!” Bob called back. “You stay in that bed or I’ll make you.”

“Promises, promises!” You giggled back. 

Bob was turned back, looking toward the bedroom where he could just see you grinning at him from the bed, when he opened the front door. 

“It’s a little early to be selling something-” He started, immediately cutting himself off when he saw that it was definitely not a salesman at the door. 

Maverick cleared his throat. “Good morning, lieutenant." 

Bob- who wore a t-shirt to play beach football- stood there in the doorway, shirtless, without his glasses, and his entire body turning the color of a bad sunburn. 

It was in that instant that you remembered you were supposed to go for a run with your father. Who was now at the door. With Bob. Who definitely looked like he got laid last night.

“Shit shit shit.” You scrambled to gather your running clothes, almost falling over when you put on your leggings. “I’ll be right there!” 

“You better!” Pete yelled back at you. “If you aren’t out in five, I’m showing your boyfriend baby pictures.”

Your mind immediately went to all of the worst ones, and you got dressed a little faster. 

“I’m gonna, um-” Bob tried to figure out how to talk again. “I’ll go put a shirt on.”

Maverick stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “Good idea.”

Bob shuffled toward the bedroom, getting enough courage to turn back and say, “I do want to see those baby pictures, though.”

Maverick cracked a smile and took a seat on the sofa. “They’re pretty hilarious. She’ll hate it.” 

Bob slipped into the bedroom and pulled the door closed behind him. “I think I just lost five years of my life.” 

You couldn’t help but snicker and lay your hands on his very pink cheeks. “You’re adorable.”

“I’m half naked!” He squeaked, trying to keep his voice down, which was just even cuter. “Do you think he knows? Does he think that we…”

“I’d rather not speculate as to what my dad has realized about my sex life, baby.” You pressed a quick kiss to his lips and finished getting dressed. “And yes, he definitely knows.”

Bob groaned and fell face-first back onto the bed. Sitting on the edge beside him, you slipped on your running shoes. Bob rolled over, frowning. 

“I’m meeting up with the others to go to the ceremony, so I’ll probably just see you there,” he said. 

“That’s fine,” you shrugged. “I’m getting ready with a few of the women in class. We’re helping each other get our hair to stick down, because, believe me, it’s not easy.”

“Don’t I know it?” he teased. “It takes me hours to look this good.”

You reached over and rustled his hair so he yelped. Bob tackled you in revenge, attacking your sides with tickling jabs. 

“If you aren’t out in five seconds, I’m coming in there!” Pete yelled. “And believe me, I really don’t want to. One… two… three…”

You opened the door. Behind you, Bob sat ramrod straight on the bed. With an innocent smile, you jogged passed your dad.

“Come on, old man. Let’s see if I can still beat you to the water.” 

“I always let you win and you know it.” 

The two of you ran out of the small beach house, leaving Bob to catch his breath. He wanted to say he was happy. He admired Maverick more than anyone. That was the problem. He admired Maverick because of a mission Bob had grappled with for months. 

How could he tell you he’d left your father to die?

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Octopus Hybrid Bff Pt 2

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“Hey bro, you good?” The Jellyfish Hybrid asked, sounding just as out of it as he did. Though definitely not for the same reason.

Octopus Hybrid bff panted heavily, groaning again as another wave fell down over him.

“N-no, man, I’m not. Loaned the girl I like my cock a-and she’s using it right now. Fffffuck—“

Your bff wasn’t expecting his friend to understand but he needed to tell somebody. At the least so when he rushed out of this damn gym in two seconds someone will be able to explain. Because it definitely won’t be him, he’ll be long gone. Heading right toward your dorm.

“You can loan out your dick? Ah, dude, that’s so unfair,” the Jellyfish whined, an adorable pout on his face.

So that’s what he chose to focus on. Very interesting. Well, fuck this. Your bff has somewhere to be. And he made that clear when he ignored the calls of his friend and fellow players as he forced his legs to work and bolted straight for your door.

Octopus Hybrid bff couldn’t count the amount of times he fell and tripped on his way over to your place. Each new wave of euphoria shot through his body and down the tentacle arms still attached to his body. He’s downright slobbering and panting by the time he finally reached you.

His knock on your door was weak but the pounding in his ears was strong as hell. But it’s all he can manage right now. He needed you so damn bad.

When you open your door you look about as rough as he feels. Your chubby cheeks were all flushed so prettily, there’s a light sheen of sweet running along every inch of your exposed curves, and you were a little out of breath.

“Oh, hi! I was just thinking about you!” You say cheerfully in greeting.

Your bff moans raggedly, hips bucking toward you, silently begging you to take him out of his misery. But you don’t even seem to notice how much of a wreck he is and all because of you.

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I've Got a Wand and a Rabbit (Part 3)

Paige takes advantage of your employee discount.

Paige Bueckers x reader

Part 1 - Paige stumbles into a sex shop you work at, and you give her some satisfactory customer service.

Part 2 - You give Paige some guidance when it comes to self-pleasure.

Masterlist

Word Count: 1.7k

Themes: smut, use of sex toys, small amount of fluff and humor if you squint

A/N: heyyyy everyone, I have had lots of requests for a part 3, so here it is! This little series has been so fun to write. I left it a little open-ended in case I wanted to write one more small blurb to go with the first 3 parts ;)

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The deep purple strap lays lewdly on the counter, waiting for you to pull away from Paige’s grasp to ring it up. So far, she had pulled you back into the kiss three times, and since she had shattered any resolve you could have possibly mustered up, you were happy to let her continue as she pleased. 

When she lets you go, her firm grip on your hips loosening to rest heavily on the curve of your waist, you look back toward where the toy is sitting. Picking up the plastic, you look it over, realizing she had picked a normal strap, and you shake the toy in derision. 

“P, you can’t buy this one,” you say in a chiding tone, and her face changes from a look of pure content to confusion. 

“Why the hell not?” She questions. “It’s big and purple. And it’s on sale!”

You struggle to hold back a laugh. Despite her growing wealth, Paige was always looking for a bargain, and the dichotomy overcame you with giggles and a deep sense of fondness for her. 

“It doesn’t have a vibrator on it,” you explain. “I want you to feel good, too, while you’re fucking me,” you say as you drop your voice down to a sensual whisper. 

Paige bites her lip, already imagining the scenario you had laid out in front of her, and she glances back to the display of straps. 

“Go get one,” you demand. “I’ll add my employee discount for you,” you add with a grin. “Just want my pretty girl to feel good.”

Paige looks down at you through long lashes and dilated pupils. “I can think of a few things you can do to make me feel good, baby.”

~

As it turns out, Paige’s imagination was both vivid and straight up filthy. 

Her moans rang hollow through the room as she grinded onto your face, gripping your hair with a fierce determination that added to your desperate need to make her cum. 

Your tongue flicked at her clit with speed and precision as you pumped in your two longest fingers, trying to draw out her second orgasm of the night. As the tips of your fingers brushed up against her most sensitive spot, her hips bucked forward once more, another wave of arousal coating your chin.

“C’mon, baby, cum for me,” you mumble against her sex, looking up at the blonde. Her skin was flushed under the glow of the lamp, and her eyebrows were furrowed in both pleasure and concentration. 

She looked breathtaking. 

Your fingers continue to pump in and out in an unceasing rhythm, and you suck her engorged clit into your mouth, savoring her taste and the groans that fall from her mouth. 

“F-fuck,” Paige stutters, her hips faltering along with her words as the pleasure builds. “Almost there, ma, keep going,” she whines, sucking in a sharp breath as you add a third finger. 

You eat her out hungrily, getting drunk on the taste of her, as her whimpers and groans grow louder and louder, becoming absolutely sinful. You feel your own slick begin to coat your inner thighs, a smutty preview of what was to come. 

With a few more direct flicks of your tongue gliding across her swollen, drenched clit, Paige cums, her back arching off of the bed in a shudder of pleasure. Your name leaves her mouth, making you think that this must be what heaven feels like. 

And you hadn’t even been touched by her yet. 

As her breathing evens out, you watch her from between her still-parted legs, cleaning up the mess with kitten licks and soft, open-mouthed kisses. You trail your mouth back up her toned stomach, across the smooth, pale skin of her neck, landing on those plush, pink lips, swollen from your previous messy kisses. 

It was sensual, like nothing you had ever experienced before with anyone else, and it had awakened something inside of you. 

You sincerely hoped you and Paige would have that once in a lifetime type of love. Because you seriously doubted you’d be able to have sex with anyone ever again. 

“Babe, your mouth’s so much better than that vibrator,” Paige huffs out, still catching her breath, and you grin as she strokes your ego. You had prided yourself on being a great pussy eater, and it certainly did not hurt to hear it from the mouth of a beautiful girl. 

“Let’s see how good your cock is,” you taunt, licking your lips as you gaze at her. You had been fantasizing about the thick, purple rubber plunging into you and filling you up since Paige had thrown it haphazardly on your store counter. You didn't think you’d survive without it much longer. 

And because Paige had a primal need to be the best at everything, she was desperate to prove to you that no one was going to dick you down like she could. 

She reaches to her bedside table and grabs the strap, standing up to put it on. You watch through heavy-lidded eyes as she tightens it, and as she goes to experimentally stroke the fake cock, you feel the wetness trickle out of you.

It was like an extension of her; nothing had ever looked or felt more right than it did in this moment. Your heart begins to race as she stands at the foot of the bed, looking down at you with a satisfied smirk. 

She reaches for your legs, pulling you forward so your butt is right at the end of the bed. “Can’t wait to make a mess of this pretty, little pussy,” she whispers, gliding the tip of the strap through your soaked folds. 

You moan out as it brushes against your clit, bucking your hips for more contact. “Stop teasing,” you whimper. 

Paige chuckles, glad to be getting a rise out of you. “But teasing is so fun,” she whispers in your ear, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

But before you could moan out in protest, she rams into you, spreading your thighs to make room for her body plowing into yours with the strength and stamina only an athlete would have.

You can hear the vibrator attached to the base of the strap buzzing lowly, cutting through your own whines and pants of pleasure. Paige grinds against it, and the action hits your g-spot, sending sparks shooting through your entire body. 

“Fuck, P, no one does it like you,” you whimper, your hand coming up to pull her down to meet your lips in a messy, searing kiss. 

As she continues her assault on your sopping pussy, the filthy sounds fill the room, joining the euphonious music of both of your moans, meeting together in perfect harmony.

You weren’t one to ever really believe in fate or that dumb soulmate shit. But you were pretty sure this was the real deal. And the simultaneous peak of your orgasms nearly confirmed it.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good on my cock,” Paige groans, reaching down to roughly grab at your tits. “You gonna look at me when you cum? Gonna cum on my cock with my name spilling from your pretty, little mouth, huh?” 

Your pussy squeezes at her words, and you feel yourself nearing the edge. “God, yes,” you breathe out, your voice an octave higher than normal, as tears pool in your eyes from the sheer pleasure. Her blue eyes are swimming with want as she stares down at you.

“C’mon, baby, let go. Don’t be shy” she grits out, pushing down on your belly, feeling the bulge of the large strap inside you. 

You cum loudly, your back arching off the bed. Your moans fill Paige’s bedroom as you ride out your highs together, both trying to sustain the eye-contact as you do so. 

Sex had never been so intimate for you before, and while you’re usually left with a feeling of dread and overall ickiness, this time had been drastically different. You wanted to be close to Paige, to feel her warmth and to kiss and cuddle her.

She pulls out of you, taking great pride in seeing how much slick had accumulated. You catch your breath as she grabs a damp washcloth, wiping down your sore pussy with gentle precision you had never gotten before. 

“That was perfect,” she whispers, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your temple, and your heart flutters as you acclimate to the peace that Paige provides. 

“It really was,” you agree as your eyes flutter close from both exhaustion and tranquility. 

~

"Paige, you can't put a fucking sex swing in your apartment."

"Well, why not?" Paige whines indignantly, as you shoot her down for the third time this week.

You sigh, trying to ignore the creeping feelings of fondness in your chest for the blonde girl. "Because what would Jana think? Or Allie? They’re practically your children!” You stress.

"They won't care!" Paige protests, jutting out her bottom lip.

“I care!” You argue. “I can’t have your teammates thinking I’m some sex freak who has completely corrupted you. I mean, the vibrator was one thing, and the strap was another, ” you add after a beat, your face and your pussy heating up at the thought of Paige fucking you with it again. “But a sex swing is just too much.”

“They love you. No one’s gonna think that,” she says, softer now, her tone less argumentative. She runs a hand down your side, resting on your hip, and she tugs you closer, wanting to feel your warmth.

“I’m not changing my mind,” you whisper, her lips ghosting over yours, creating a tension so palpable, the electricity of it illuminated the air around you. 

“Wanna bet?” Paige whispers back, her words lifting with a slight taunt that makes you want to throw her down onto her own bed and ravage her until she was a whimpering mess. You connect your lips with hers, giving just enough for her to lean into you, chasing the euphoric high before pulling away, leaving her with a simple peck pressed to her sinful mouth. 

“Guess we’ll just have to see,” you smirk, unable to resist the smugness swelling up inside of you as Paige wrestles with her growing neediness. 

It was almost too easy.

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a man called joel (preview)

↪ a "a man called otto" inspired fic ― jackson!joel miller x f!reader

Joel thought he knew loneliness.

After losing Sarah, he defeatedly greeted it.

When Tommy disappeared from Boston, he reluctantly welcomed it.

With the loss of Tess, he wholly surrendered to it.

And when Ellie turned away from him, it completely wrecked him.

It didn’t matter how many times Tommy reassured him that everything was going to be okay. That Ellie would only need time to understand, time to accept.

But time was a weird thing. It stretched like an elastic band, dragging out for what seemed to be an eternity, only to snap back to its original resting position. It was like all the time had passed and none had at once.

Time wasn’t going to fix this. Time wasn’t going to bring back everyone he’d lost. All the reasons that kept him bound to this earthly plane.

While he still had Tommy, Maria and his nephew… it was a cruel reminder of the life he once had. One that seemed too far away―a previous lifetime. One that, for a split second, Joel thought could have again with Ellie, mend the mistakes of his past, have another chance at parenthood.

And then as soon as it came, it was gone.

The gaping hole in his chest had only gotten bigger, grown like a tumour that was only spreading to the confines of his mind. Solitude was a cancer, one that had stolen all joy away from living. It swallowed him whole, chewed him. It grinded on his bones, eroding them away, until his bare carcass was nothing more than a reminder of who he once was. Who he once had.

Sat on the bench of his lonely, frozen porch, Joel returned his attention to the yellowing pages of the book Maria had lent him.

“Alone, abandoned by his premonitions, fleeing the chill that was to accompany him until death, he sought a last refuge in Macondo in the warmth of his oldest memories.”

One Hundred Years of Solitude felt fitting. Like a silent joke thrown haphazardly his way. Joel wondered if the choice had been intentional, if his unconscious mind had seen the title and thought, “sounds ‘bout right.”

He often found himself seeking that same warmth in his memories of the past, just like Colonel Buendía. Only now they turned cold, hazy with mixed emotions, painful. They didn’t bring him joy anymore, a reminder of his failures as a father.

Twice, nonetheless.

Pouting, he looked up, just in time to see Tommy walking besides a woman he’d not seen before.

“It’s not much, I’m afraid, but it’s yours,” his brother said nonchalant, pointing to a house in blatant disrepair.

You looked… torn. Devastated. As if life’s weight was too big to bear. Too heavy to withstand. The tired frown pinching your brows emphasized your ethereal features, puffs of cold air clouding in front of your mouth.

You replied something he quite didn’t catch, watching from a distance.

Always from a distance, like the outsider he was, even after all these years. Joel felt like he didn’t belong, despite Tommy’s efforts. His brother had his own family to tend to, his own worries. His own dreams.

His? His were gone, buried with the love he didn’t know he had, didn’t know how to deal with.

There was really no point in this anymore. A nuance, that was what he had become. A reminder to his brother of their dark past, their dark actions―ones the younger Miller wanted to move on from. Ones the older one gripped too tight to his chest.

His inner light was slowly dwindling, dying out. And he had no more strength to keep it alive. No purpose either.

He’d end it tonight. Wouldn’t postpone it any longer.

“That’s my brother, Joel. He lives across the street, can help you with anything you need,” Tommy offered, waving a gloved hand at him.

Joel lifted his gaze off the book again, his heavy sight falling on your exhausted face.

A brief, fleeting smile curled your lips―so fast he thought he’d imagined it. A ray of sunshine in a downcast day. A torchlight in the darkest of nights. A tiny crack on the ceiling of a pitch black cave.

How weird.

“Hi, Joel.”

[hameesstuff]

"Smoke & Honey"

Pairing: Firefighter! Jaehyun x Maid! Reader

Themes: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Heroic.

Warnings: Smut, Heavy angst, Fire accident.

Word count: ~3.1k

Preview: She was silence wrapped in soot and sorrow. He was fire, steady and warm. When the world burned, they found each other in the smoke.

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Part 1: Embers

The scent of cinnamon and new clothes filled the air of the downtown mall. Jaehyun wasn’t supposed to be here—he hated crowded spaces unless he was charging through smoke-filled corridors with a hose in his hands. But Johnny had dragged him out on his day off, insisting he needed “real pants” that weren’t torn at the knees or smeared with soot.

Jaehyun leaned against the railing of the second-floor food court, letting the buzz of people wash over him like white noise. That’s when he saw her.

She was standing in front of a bookstore, a little paper bag in her hand, fingers curled tightly around the handle like she didn’t trust it to hold. Her eyes—soft, scanning the glass as if deciding whether to go back in—met his for just a second.

He knew her.

Not her name. Not her story. But he’d seen her before—several times, actually. At the penthouse where his squad had once done a routine inspection. The rich family living there had looked down their noses at the firefighters, but she hadn’t. She’d lingered at the kitchen doorway, apron on, hair tied back, eyes cast low.

She’d been watching then. Just like now.

Before he could move, before he could wave or call out, she turned and walked away—quick steps, like her own presence made her nervous.

Part 2: Kindling

Jaehyun didn’t expect to see her again. But a week later, fate dropped her into his path in the parking lot behind the same mall. She was carrying grocery bags—clearly on foot—and one ripped at the bottom, sending a small container of strawberries rolling under a car.

Jaehyun bent down, caught it before it rolled too far, and stood up with a crooked smile. “You really don’t want to say hi, huh?”

She blinked at him. Her lips parted slightly. “I didn’t think you’d remember me.”

He handed her the strawberries, brushing her fingers lightly. “Hard to forget a face like yours.”

Her cheeks flushed. She looked down, mumbling a quiet, “Thank you.”

He helped carry her bags to the corner, where she waited for the bus. They didn’t say much, but the silence didn’t feel heavy. It felt… safe.

Part 3: Slow Burn

Weeks passed. Then months. She started meeting him on Sundays—at a quiet café, a park bench, the side entrance of the firehouse where he’d bring her leftover coffee and teasing smiles. He learned her name. Her story. That she worked for a wealthy, ice-cold family who treated her like furniture. That she had no time for friends. No space for herself. But she still made time for him.

And Jaehyun—he started to fall. The quiet kind of fall that creeps in slowly, curling into your ribs before you notice it’s there.

It wasn’t love yet.

But it was definitely warm.

Part 4: Smoke Signals

It wasn’t a loud kind of closeness—they weren’t the type to shout affection or tumble into reckless declarations. Their connection grew in soft, steady beats.

Like the way she always waited at the same café bench, never texting him to confirm, just knowing he’d show up.

Like the way he always handed her his jacket first when the wind picked up—even if she didn’t ask.

She didn’t talk much about her job, not in detail. But he knew enough to understand what it cost her. The long hours. The patronizing stares from the family she worked for. The way they barely looked at her, like she wasn’t even real.

And still, she walked with dignity.

Still, she kept her head high, even in secondhand shoes and faded jeans.

He once asked her why she stayed.

“Because I’d rather scrub their marble floors than be pitied by anyone,” she said, fingers tracing the edge of her teacup. “And because someday… I won’t need to anymore.”

She said it softly, but with a certainty that made his chest ache.

Part 5: Burn Me Gently

The rain outside softened the edges of the night, wrapping the world in a hush. Her apartment smelled like chamomile and laundry detergent, warm and familiar.

Jaehyun stood by the door, watching her as she folded her cardigan tighter around herself, eyes lowered. She didn’t say anything at first—just walked into the small kitchen and busied herself with the kettle.

But her hands were trembling.

“I had a hard day,” she said finally, voice quiet. “I thought I could shake it off, but… I couldn’t.”

He stepped forward slowly. “You don’t have to shake anything off with me.”

Her back stiffened for a moment at the words. Then relaxed.

She turned, facing him. Her eyes—those soft, thoughtful eyes—met his.

“You’re the only place I feel quiet,” she whispered.

And that was all it took.

He crossed the space between them, one hand cupping the back of her head, the other resting at her waist as he kissed her—slow, reverent, like a secret finally spoken aloud.

She kissed him back with trembling lips, arms sliding around his waist. Her body leaned into his like she’d been holding herself up for too long.

They didn’t rush.

He walked her gently to the edge of her bed, pausing only to pull away and search her face. “Are you sure?”

She nodded once. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

Her hands fumbled a little at the hem of her shirt, so he helped her—slowly, carefully, letting her set the pace. She was soft everywhere—skin like quiet heat under his palms, breath catching when his fingertips grazed her ribs.

She unbuttoned his shirt next, fingers shy but certain. And when she looked at him, really looked—he swore he could feel it in his chest. Like she wasn’t just seeing his body. She was seeing him.

The mattress dipped beneath their weight as he laid her back, kissing the hollow of her throat, the corner of her mouth, the dip just above her collarbone.

Everything was slow.

Measured.

Her breath caught as he moved over her, pausing every few seconds to make sure she was still with him. Still ready. She was. She pulled him closer with quiet, desperate hands, a whisper of his name falling from her lips like a prayer.

When he finally pushed into her, they both stilled—foreheads touching, breaths tangled, hearts thudding against each other’s chests.

There was no rush.

No noise.

Just the slow press of skin on skin, her soft gasps echoing against his neck, his hand cradling the back of her thigh as they moved together. She looked up at him with wide eyes, cheeks flushed, lip caught gently between her teeth.

He kissed her again—slow, tender, like a vow.

And when she whispered his name again, broken and full, he whispered hers back, over and over, like it was the only thing that mattered.

Part 8: Ghosts

The morning after, Jaehyun woke to soft light and the scent of her hair on his skin. She was curled beside him, the sheets tangled around her waist, one hand resting against his chest like she belonged there.

He kissed her forehead.

She stirred faintly, blinking up at him with sleep-heavy eyes. And then—smiled. Small. Shy. But it reached all the way to her soul.

He thought, Maybe this is it. Maybe this is the beginning of something real.

But beginnings are fragile things.

And some people never learned how to hold them.

It started with delays. Canceled meetups. Late replies. Missed calls that went unreturned. She always had an excuse—overtime, exhaustion, extra shifts for the family.

Then one day, her number stopped ringing altogether.

He called.

Texted.

Came by the bench where they used to meet.

Nothing.

She had disappeared like smoke.

Jaehyun tried to tell himself she needed space. That something must’ve happened. That she’d reach out when she was ready.

But the weeks turned into months.

And with every day, the silence dug deeper.

Still, he couldn’t forget her. Couldn’t erase the way she looked up at him that night—vulnerable, open, his. The sound of her breathing in the dark still echoed in his ears. The way she’d clung to him like he was the first safe place she’d ever known.

And she’d just… left.

No closure. No goodbye.

Only absence.

It hollowed him out in ways fire never could.

Part 9: Inferno

It was supposed to be a routine night shift. Jaehyun was halfway through changing the oxygen tanks when the dispatch crackled to life.

"Structure fire reported—Riverside Towers, 58th floor. Immediate response required."

Riverside Towers.

The penthouse.

His stomach dropped.

He knew the building. Knew the family. Knew who worked there.

But still—he didn’t let himself think of her. Couldn’t. Too many months had passed. She could’ve left. Found another job. Another life.

The engine roared through the city, lights painting the windows red as they climbed toward the stars.

From the street, the top floor was already alight—flames licking at the sky, smoke pouring like ink into the night.

The rich family had already been evacuated, their designer shoes tapping over broken glass as they huddled near the paramedics in silk robes and fury.

But something was wrong.

Someone was missing.

Jaehyun’s lieutenant was speaking into the radio, barking orders, but his ears went numb when one of the other tenants screamed—

“She’s still in there—the maid—she’s still inside!”

His body moved before his brain caught up. Gear on. Mask secured. Hose ready.

He bolted.

The heat was unbearable. Smoke choked the air, thick and black. Visibility dropped to inches, then nothing. Flames cracked through the wallpaper like living veins.

But he knew this place.

He knew the hallways.

He knew her.

“HELLO?!” he shouted, voice muffled by the rebreather. “IS ANYONE HERE?!”

A crash echoed from the west wing—a heavy shelf, maybe, falling. He turned, heart pounding, cutting through smoke until—

“Jaehyun!”

He froze.

That voice.

That name, said like it was a last breath.

He pushed forward, crashing into the bedroom doorway. And there she was.

Curled beneath a collapsed beam, coughing, face smudged with soot, eyes wide and terrified.

But alive.

“Hey,” he breathed, rushing to her. “Hey, it’s me. I’ve got you.”

She sobbed. “I—I couldn’t get out. I tried, the family—they didn’t even check if I—”

“Shhh,” he said, cutting her free with shaking hands. “I know. You’re okay now. I’ve got you.”

She clung to him, legs weak, body trembling as he hoisted her into his arms and ran.

Every second was a war. Fire licked at his gear, alarms blared in his ears, beams groaned and fell like thunder. But he didn’t stop.

He held her tighter.

Not this time. He wasn’t losing her again.

They burst out onto the rooftop, his squad waiting with the ladder deployed. Medics scrambled forward, trying to take her, but she wouldn’t let go. Her hands fisted in his jacket, face buried in his neck like she was still scared she’d vanish if she blinked.

And Jaehyun held her just as tight.

Even as oxygen masks were pulled over their faces.

Even as fire roared below them like a beast.

Part 10: Ashes & Answers

The hospital was quiet. Too quiet.

She sat in the sterile white bed, legs pulled up to her chest, wrapped in a thin blanket that smelled like antiseptic and smoke. An oxygen tube looped under her nose. Her clothes were gone—ruined in the fire. A nurse had given her clean ones, but they felt foreign on her skin.

She hadn’t spoken since they arrived.

Not to the medics.

Not to the doctors.

Not even to Jaehyun.

He stood just outside the door, helmet off, shirt soot-streaked, hands curled into fists at his sides. Watching her.

Waiting.

He didn’t want to push.

But God, he needed something.

Finally, when the nurse left, he stepped inside.

She didn’t look up.

“I thought you were dead,” he said softly, voice raw.

“I almost was,” she murmured.

Silence.

Then, still not meeting his eyes, she whispered: “I didn’t mean to leave like that.”

He swallowed hard. “But you did.”

“I was scared,” she said, voice cracking. “You were… kind. Real. And I’ve never had something like that. I didn’t think I could keep it. I thought if I stayed, I’d ruin it somehow. Or you’d see how small my world is and decide you didn’t want me in yours.”

Jaehyun sat down slowly on the edge of the bed, his gaze gentle but pained. “So you left before I could choose to stay.”

Tears slipped down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry.”

He reached out carefully—like she was something fragile. His fingers brushed the side of her face, thumb catching a tear before it fell.

“You don’t ruin things,” he said quietly. “You build them. With every quiet moment, every look, every time you made me feel seen. You think I care about money? Or status? That night we were together… that wasn’t something I wanted to forget.”

She leaned into his touch, sobs catching in her throat.

“I wanted to come back,” she whispered. “So many times. But every day I waited… I thought you’d hate me.”

“I did,” he admitted. “For a while. Then I hated myself for letting you go without a fight.”

A long pause.

Then she whispered, “Do you still hate me now?”

He shook his head. “No.”

And with that, he leaned in—pressing the softest kiss to her forehead.

“You’re here now. That’s all I care about.”

Part 11: Warmth

Weeks passed.

The fire was long extinguished, but the scars it left weren’t just on the walls.

They were in glances. In silences. In the way she still flinched at sirens.

But Jaehyun was patient.

He never rushed her.

He brought soup to her temporary apartment, wrapped her in his firehouse hoodie, and sat beside her when she couldn’t sleep. When her breathing got tight or her hands trembled, he didn’t ask questions—he just held her until it passed.

He kissed her hair instead of her lips.

Told her he wasn’t going anywhere.

Let her relearn what safety felt like.

One evening, after a quiet dinner, she walked up behind him while he was rinsing plates at her sink. Her hands wrapped around his middle, face pressed between his shoulder blades.

“Stay tonight,” she whispered.

He turned, drying his hands on a towel before cupping her face.

“Are you sure?”

She nodded, eyes steady this time. “I want you to stay… not just tonight. For however long you want.”

His lips curved softly. “Forever’s on the table.”

She smiled—small and full of wonder, like the word itself had never felt safe until now.

Later that night, wrapped in warm sheets and each other, they didn’t need to say much.

He lay beside her, arm draped across her waist, her back pressed gently to his chest.

Outside, the city exhaled. Somewhere below, car horns and distant chatter reminded them life still moved.

But here, in this room, there was only quiet.

Only the slow rise and fall of her breath.

Only his whispered, “I’ve got you,” and her soft reply, “I know.”

Epilogue:

Months later, they moved into a small apartment on the quieter side of the city. She left her job at the penthouse, picked up work at a quaint little gallery café. He still ran into burning buildings, but now… now he always came home to her.

Every once in a while, when the wind blew too hard or the lights flickered, her fingers would find his.

And every time, he’d squeeze back—steady, warm, and sure.

Because some loves don’t burn out.

They burn through.

And what’s left… is gold.

The End.

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[holybibly]

As much as I love my sugar bunnies, I can't leave you empty-handed before my trip. So enjoy the preview of my new ff for Seonghwa. I love you, my darlings.

𝔙𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞 𝔉𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔩

Mafia!au ​​Alpha Seonghwa x Omega reader

"I think that you should take a little more time off from work, Hwa. If you go on like this, I'm very much in doubt that you'll be able to tie any Omegas with your knot. Aren't you worried that you're going to leave all those sweet, horny babies needy and unfulfilled, daddy?" Hongjoong soberly chuckled as he turned his amberish feline eyes to the gorgeous dark-haired Alpha beside him. There was a hint of mockery in his seductively purring voice.

"Oh, my sweet Joongie, you're so worried about that, I could think you're desperate to ride on my knot too. But you're working so hard too. Aren't you? When was the last time you tied a nice omega yourself?" Seonghwa said as he walked out of his office, which was located on the top floor of a luxurious, high-class brothel. 

It was an exquisite establishment for Seoul's chosen elite, full of the most beautiful and fertile Omegas with luscious, sexy bodies and submissive, soft dispositions. Seonghwa would never settle for anything less than the most beautiful and luxurious. 

Pulling a black glove made of soft Iberian leather over his long fingers, Seonghwa was walking down the dark corridor that led to the common room when a tantalising scent hit him in the face. It was barely perceptible—just a soft sensuality—but Seonghwa felt as if the scent had taken over his body, making every cell in it tingle and burn and sending goose bumps running up and down his smooth, golden skin. 

The Alpha stopped abruptly, practically bumping into Hongjoong, and let his nose wiggle a little, trying to find out where the delicious scent was coming from. All of his Alpha instincts flare up with a strong curiosity. The blood in his veins becomes more viscous and hotter by the second, and saliva starts to collect in his mouth. 

'Shit, Seonghwa, what are you...' Seonghwa doesn't let him finish and abruptly cuts him off in the middle of his sentence.

"Can you smell it, Joong? That aroma..." His voice is hoarse and deep, and there is a slight, velvety purr to be heard in between the letters. Seonghwa almost groans as a puff of air brings a new wave of the thick scent to him. A heavy, rich, almost maddening smell—there is something big in it—something sinful, decadent, depraved, but at the same time fresh, pure, and so innocent. 

"What's that, Hwa? What do you feel?" Hongjoong's voice is filled with genuine curiosity. He raises a well-groomed eyebrow in question and sinks his teeth into his plump lower lip to keep the grin from spreading across his demonically handsome features. He takes real pleasure in seeing Seonghwa, who is normally so cold and perfect in every way, turn into an excited puppy at the slightest whiff of an unfamiliar scent.

"We have a new Omega in the brothel, don't we?" Seonghwa's voice drops a few octaves, each sound enveloped in a thick, murky sexuality. His breathing becomes heavy and hot, as if he has a fever. Fuck.

"Oh, that..." Hongjoong nods in understanding and now grins openly, revealing the tips of his pointed fangs. "I think it's the new Omega that Yeosang told me about—the cute little thing has just been hired to work here, Hwa. She's probably still waiting in Yeo's office." 

Before Hongjoon could finish his sentence, Seonghwa was already halfway to Yeosang's office, the bare, luscious scent of vanilla wafting through the air and seducing him, and Hwa immediately wanted to know whose scent it was. 

Seonghwa quietly opens the heavy, oak  door leading to one of his assistants' offices and looks inside to finally see the owner of that intoxicating scent. 

"You know, you can just have this omega if you want to.'" Hongjoong whispers as he tries to peek over Seonghwa's shoulder to get a better look at the Omega, the scent of which has made his friend so excited. 

"Can you just shut your pretty mouth and stay out of my way, Joong?" Seonghwa hissed back irritably as he rolled his beautiful feline eyes on the other alpha before he focused all his attention on the unknown Omega.

Oh, what a little sugar baby you are. You look just too adorable dressed up like a doll in the fluffy pastel-coloured sweater with the open shoulders, the high socks with the satin bows, and the white lacquered Mary Jane shoes with the little gold buckle. You seem completely out of place in the gloomy atmosphere of the office, but you are seductive all the same. There is an inexplicable eroticism about you, like a fragile butterfly caught in the deadly web of a spider. Which was basically true because Seonghwa was the king of the world's dark side, and you fell right into his hands. 

Your hair is long and black and shiny like the silk sheets on his bed; he can't see your whole face from his seat, but the contours of your plump cheeks are seductively soft and pink, and your lips are childishly plump and overly sensual. Seonghwa would even call them kissable, but as far as he's concerned, he'd rather bite them bloody and lick them with his tongue than kiss them. 

You're clearly nervous; it's all too easy to tell by the way you fidget restlessly in your seat and the slightly bitter notes in your scent, which fills the entire office like fluffy candy floss, sticking to his tongue and leaving a moist, sweet trail on it. Seonghwa can't help but wonder: What could a candy thing like you be doing in a brothel in search of work? 

This is definitely not the kind of place he would have in mind for such a delicate Omega. You might look perfect between his legs, with a diamond collar around your swan-like neck and your sweet, glistening lips curled around his cock, but a brothel... 

Only the most desperate and needy Omegas seek work in a brothel. And even then, not all of them get the chance to find a place. It's necessary to comply with too many requirements to be able to be just an object of pleasure for the rich Alphas, Betas, and even other Omegas. 

His curiosity is aroused even more, as is his excitement. His hard cock tugs at the fabric of his leather trousers, and the knot at the base begins to press slightly, slowly swelling. Fuck, he's no puppy to be so shamefully turned on by your scent alone, but you smell heavenly and look like an angel, and Seonghwa just wants to spoil you in the most depraved and darkest way, and maybe this desire is too strong for his own good. 

Something catches your attention, and you turn your head sideways, allowing Seonghwa to finally get a full view of your angelic face. Involuntarily, a small sigh escapes from his throat, his feline eyes darken, his fangs ache to sink into the soft skin of yours, and thick saliva gathers in his mouth. 

You're beautiful, a real little angel from the heavens, an exquisite porcelain doll for his pleasure. With a face like that and a scent of pure innocence and sweetness, you could be a gold mine for a brothel. Seonghwa isn't surprised that Yeosang hired you. If even Seonghwa himself wants you so badly, he has no idea how long the queue for you will be. 

"Seonghwa, Mingi wants to talk to you." Hongjoong whispers in a low voice, hands a mobile phone to the dark-haired Alpha, and tries not to draw the attention of the Omega to them. Seonghwa closes the door carefully and takes the mobile phone out of the hands of the other Alpha. 

"I'm listening...' Seonghwa glances at the Omega for the last time before walking away. He leaves behind his back the rich scent of vanilla and a sweet, angelic face with sugar-sweet lips. There is no doubt that you will be the object of his wet dreams.

Seonghwa had tossed and turned for hours in his luxurious royal bed, unable to sleep. The black silk of the expensive sheets flowed around his body like a surface of water, cooling the excited heat of his bare skin a little. But it did nothing to help him control his feelings and thoughts.

Even after all these hours, he can still clearly hear every seductively innocent note of your intoxicating scent, and he feels as if the bare, viscous sweetness of the vanilla has soaked into his skin and seeped deep into his bones. He almost chokes on it. 

With a heavy sigh, Seonghwa leans back against the soft, fluffy cushions, his dark, feline eyes meeting his own reflection in the mirrored ceiling. Even though Seonghwa was hellishly tired, his body categorically refused to relax; every nerve tingled, and his muscles tensed and trembled as if he were in heat. And it's all because of you. 

You're such a sweet, voluptuous omega, with a face like an angel, big innocent eyes that literally beg: "Fuck me, Alpha," and the most sinful lips he's ever seen. God, he just can't seem to get you out of his head. 

As soon as he covers his gorgeous eyes, the image of your sweet mouth stretching so beautifully around his thick cock appears in his mind and causes his whole body to react in an instant. Seonghwa can feel how his cock is straining once again; the massive velvet length is getting harder by the second, and drops of pre-cum are starting to appear on the dark pink, swollen head. 

The Alpha lazily runs his long fingers over his bare chest, hissing from his hypersensitivity, lust burning like poison under his skin. No other Omega in his life has ever been able to interest him in such a way that Seonghwa becomes hard just at the mere thought of her.

And he doesn't know if he hates it or if it just makes him more horny.

You are the very real Miss Pink Sugar, not at all his type, but still, Seonghwa longs to crumble you up between his teeth like a damn shiny lollipop and to devour you without a trace. 

The alpha in him purrs with approval at the thought of that. 

As he stares at his reflection in the mirror, Hwa can't help but wonder what you would look like if you were lying in his bed with his cock deep inside of you. Your pretty tiny pussy is stretched so deliciously around his thick knot, and your belly is swollen from the huge amount of cum that he is pouring into you. Fuck. Hwa would have marked every millimeter of your soft skin and would have left behind forever the inflamed marks of his teeth, which would have bloomed like bloody flowers on your body. 

Your pretty little brain can't even begin to imagine the horrible, dirty things that he would do to you if you were in his presence right now and how much he would teach you.

And he'll be doing that soon. 

For him, there is nothing more pleasurable than to corrupt someone's innocence, to turn divine purity into vice and sin—it is his natural instinct for his inner Alpha, one that has appealed to him since the very beginning of his kind. Hwa has never been a gentle Alpha; he has always been one to take what he wants, and you will be no exception. 

To be honest, he didn't know what he would do with you once you had stated his hunger and satisfied his Alpha's dark desire. But that was the least of his worries at the moment. 

Seonghwa wants to see your lovely, sweet face contorted in pure bliss as he ties you with his knot, your soft, plump cheeks all flushed with shame and wet with tears, and your beautiful mouth sticky and glistening with his cum. 

Damn, you're going to look divine. Seonghwa has no doubt about it. 

Hwa growls in irritation, turns over in the bed, throws off the silk sheets that are now only a nuisance to him, and reaches for his phone. 

"Seonghwa, is there something wrong?" Yeosang's voice is deep and sultry as he answers his call. Seonghwa lets out a grim chuckle, knowing exactly what the gorgeous Alpha is doing right now. 

"Why doesn't that surprise me, Sangie, that you're fucking around instead of concentrating on working? Sometimes I have the feeling that you all are an absolute waste of my time and my money, Sangie." Before Yeosang starts talking again, a muffled groan and rustling can be heard on the other side of the phone. 

"I can never deny myself the pleasure; you know me as I am, but why are you calling me at such a late hour?"

At such a late hour? Seonghwa looks absent-mindedly at the screen of the phone. It's almost three o'clock in the morning; yes, really late. He's been spending more time in his fantasies than he would like to. 

Fuck, he'll just go crazy if you're not in his bed, but he doesn't mind spreading you out on any available surface.

"Never mind. Hongjoong told me that you've hired a new Omega, right?" 

"You mean Y/N, don't you? The doll is so  gorgeous; it's not at all clear why she decided to work in a brothel, but let's just say it's our luck. I've already got some plans for her. In my opinion, she could be one of our star girls..." Seonghwa doesn't let him finish and rudely interrupts him. 

"Sangie, I want you to bring her to me first. Do you understand me?" 

"Oh, what do I see? Someone wants to play with the beautiful Omega, eh? Finally, our Seonghwa will have some time to himself. But I'll do whatever your wish is. Just don't break her, OK? She's real gold." 

Seonghwa doesn't answer him, but ends the call and throws the phone down on the bed before she leans back onto the silk sheets. 

As usual, Hwa will get what he so desperately wants very easily, he just has to wait a little longer.

[cutehoons02]

BAD DESIRE (preview)

This is the second one-shot of the Bad Desire series, here you can find Jake’s story! If you want to be @ the taglist is open, the one-shot should come out by this weekend

You smoothed down your skirt, took a deep breath, and grabbed the handle. The door opened silently, and from that moment on, you had stepped through the entrance to your most beautiful hell... though you didn’t know it yet.

The room was large, with glass walls overlooking all of Seoul, its hills and the Han River. It was minimally furnished: cold, elegant, perfectly tailored for a CEO and seated behind a sleek black desk was him.

Park Sunghoon.

His face was bent over the file he was reading, his white shirt impeccably pressed, sleeves rolled up to reveal sculpted forearms. When he heard the door close, he slowly lifted his gaze and it felt as if something cracked in the air. His eyes pierced through you: no emotion in them, only that ghostly amber shade, slightly feline, that read your soul in an instant. You tried to appear confident, to hide the way your heart was racing… especially in that vulnerable part of you. Even though your hands were sweating, you tucked them between your skirt and thighs, clasping them together with poise. You took two steps forward and introduced yourself:

“Nice to meet you. I'm your new intern. My name is—”

Before you could finish, you heard his hoarse voice the one you had learned to recognize from countless interviews and university videos. Your breath caught as he replied coldly. “I know who you are,” he cut in with a flick of his hand, not raising his voice. “Degree in Communications and Marketing. Average résumé and you're already talking too much. I didn’t tell you to speak.” You froze mid-breath, your eyes widening slightly but you didn’t look away and that’s when he felt it, that faint irritation creeping into his body.

The moment you stepped in, it hit like a wave of heat in the middle of winter. Your blood and more than that, the scent of your skin was toxic to someone like him. There was too much sweetness in you, too much innocence and that scent… it was everything he should ignore: warmth, life, instinct.

“What the hell is in her blood?” The bite of self-control came instantly. It was a pull ancient, dangerous, one he hadn’t felt in centuries and yet, there you were. Standing there, glowing, with the look of someone completely unaware they were walking a tightrope suspended over a den of predators and he was predator number one.

But you didn’t look down, you didn’t blush, you met his eyes with a gaze that was both insolent and curious and for the first time in decades, he felt something that wasn’t just thirst.

“Let’s see…” He picked up your résumé, fingers long and sharp gliding over it as if reading the file of a soon-to-be-judged victim.

“You’ve worked with human agencies,” he said, looking back up. “Never dealt with vampires, right?” “No. But I studied with vampire classmates, I know how to behave. I even took a course that was 80% half-bloods and vampires, so I’ve learned how to study and work with them.” Sunghoon raised an eyebrow dark and sharp like a blade an expression that made him look even more like a predator ready to strike.

“Studying is for kids. Working is something else entirely.” He stood up. He was tall—too tall, even for your 170 cm. “Working with me... with a vampire CEO... isn’t for everyone.” He walked around you slowly, not in a vulgar way, but like someone analyzing a problem… or a temptation. “You know you’re the fiftieth intern to walk into this office?” He gave a half-smile. “My guess? Two weeks, and you’re gone.”

You looked at him with a bold, cheeky smile you didn’t even know you had in you. “Two weeks, you say? We’ll see if you can get rid of me that easily... or if I’ll be intern number fifty-nine.”

His eyes darkened slightly. “You’re far too cheeky for an intern who’s never met me before.” His voice was low, emotionless, but the sharp tone cut through the air between you. You swallowed your nerves and lifted your chin slightly. “I’m just trying to make a good impression. I don’t want to be the fiftieth intern to quit” You smiled tense, but genuine. “...Or worse, the one who gets fired on the first day!”

The corner of his lips curved upward, a smile but one that felt more like a warning than approval. “You’re lucky today’s not one of my worst days.” He took a step closer.

“But if you do want to get me to fire you… you could always ask Mr. Park Jongseong instead. Maybe he’ll like me better!” You said it without thinking half a joke, half a desperate way to say (I don’t want to end up blacklisted like all the others) but as soon as the name Jay hung in the air, the mood shifted.

Sunghoon looked at you with daggers. “Mr. Jay Park doesn’t handle marketing and communications. He’s in strategic operations. So... not your savior.”

“Shame.” You gave a small smile and rocked slightly on your heels, but inside, your heart was pounding, you had no idea how to handle someone like him and as Sunghoon’s eyes roamed over you, slow and calculated, you wondered if he could actually hear how anxious you were to be standing there in front of him.

[gotta-winwin]

the neighbour | c.vn

⭐ starring: vernon chwe 💌 genre: fluff, angst | wc: 1.5k 💬 preview: you remember him vaguely, in the midst of dreams and faint shadow of a friend. vernon swore he would marry you once you were old enough. it’s been a lifetime since then, and you still live next door to each other– as strangers instead of the lovers you could’ve been. 

cw/tw: neighbour!vernon x reader, friends to almost lovers to strangers, missed opportunity, childish innocence, the first stumblings of love, a quiet goodbye no one can understand, fireworks

🪽 fic rating: pg  ☁️ masterlist & a/n: this event collection is filled with stories inspired by my own personal experiences with people. this one is : that one kid who lived next to me and swore he’d marry me once we were older than just 7. the musings of innocent, silly love without a care in the world. thank you to @chugging-antiseptic-dye for betaing!

now playing: 18 by one direction, i look in people’s windows by taylor swift

this is an addition to remember them…?, a celebration event for svt’s 10th anniversary. 

You watch Vernon grow up through a window: a doorway into Narnia. 

It starts with Spiderman stickers on the walls and toy trucks littering the floor. 

A young boy waves at you from his spot on the windowsill, a mop of curly brown hair covering his dark eyebrows. 

“What’s your name?” His voice is loud and full of energy. 

For a second you’re stunned. Your neighbourhood had always been filled with old folks who had grown tired of living– and now, there was a boy, waving at you like you were the moon. 

“I’m Y/N!” You yell back, and your voice is hoarse from prolonged silence. 

“I’m Vernon!” His smile is bright enough to be seen from where you stand, through the murkiness of your window. “Wait, let me show you something!” He ducks his head and disappears from view.

You wait. Even at such a young age, you were staring at him with a kind of exasperation and amusement that would follow the both of you through childhood. 

He reappears in the window holding a variety of DvDs in his hands. “My dad got me a new DvD player for my birthday. Do you want to come over?” 

He senses you hesitating before you. Vernon had always read you better than you could ever read yourself. “I have the new Terminator movie!” He waves the DvD case enticingly. 

You nod, agreeing to meet him at his front door for the movie. You watch him beam in excitement. 

Looking back at the memory, you still recall how you didn’t give a damn about the new Terminator movie. You had agreed purely because of the joy Vernon had on his face, sitting next to him in his bedroom as he ranted about how cool the action scenes were. Something about the reloading of a gun with one hand. 

You didn’t regret it, even now, in hindsight. It gave you your first dearest friend– and a stranger that would hold those memories in the palm of his hands, even if you’d never see each other again. 

Vernon rigs up a telephone between your windows. 

It’s made up of an old clothesline, paper cups, and a whole lot of duct tape. The device is reminiscent of the telephone line the two of you had made in science class at school. 

“Now we can talk whenever we want.” Vernon explains, tiny fingers tying the line to the hook by your curtains. 

“We already talk whenever we want.” You point out. 

Vernon glances back at you with a frown on his face. “Yeah, but we’re always yelling. What if we had secrets to share?” 

“You’re always over at my house anyways.” You rebuke his argument once again. 

His shoulders sink. “Shut up.” 

You walk over to tug at the knot, making sure it was secure. “I’m only joking, Nonnie. It’s a good idea.” 

Vernon lights up at the compliment. “Right?”

The two of you don’t ever use the telephone device. Instead, secrets are told underneath the duvet and in closets covered by winter jackets. 

Your parents joke that it won’t be long before their two families become one. It already has, Vernon’s parents are yours and vice versa, yet both you and Vernon are too young to understand that what your parents are implying is marriage. 

“Y/N, you must like Vernon.” Your mother comments causally on a random Tuesday afternoon. 

You’re one foot out the door towards Vernon’s house. 

“Yes, of course.” You reply, eyebrows furrowing at the question. “Vernon’s my best friend.” 

Your mother shares a smile with your father over the kitchen counter. 

“I swear one day I’ll be walking you down the aisle to marry that boy.” Your father jokes, a stern yet comedic expression crossing his face. 

You shrug, not quite getting it. “Whatever. Can I go play with Vernon now?” 

In the house next to yours, Vernon is faced with the same confusion. You enter his living room just in time to hear his father ask him about you. 

“So, you must really like Y/N.” 

Vernon’s sitting on the sofa, legs swinging mid-air, picking out the next movie you’re about to watch together. “Yes, of course I like Y/N.” 

“Like her enough to marry her one day?” There’s humour in his father’s voice at the question. 

Vernon shrugs. “Sure.” He spots you standing there and jumps off the sofa to pull you upstairs. “We’re watching a movie! We’ll be down for dinner.” 

It’s a silly joke, really. Neither you or Vernon thinks much of it. The conversation fades from memory as the two of you grow older, but the sentiment stays. As if it was something important that was supposed to happen. 

Vernon gets a puppy for his tenth birthday. 

You’re jealous, as you watch his parents settle the white and fluffy dog into his arms. 

“I want a puppy too!” You complain, pouting at your own parents. “Why does Nonnie get one? I’m literally older.” 

The parents laugh and Vernon raises the puppy towards you, a crooked smile on his face. 

“Here, Y/N.” He sets the ball of fur into your lap. “It can be our puppy. You can visit her whenever you want.” 

Both your parents coo at the sight, but they fall upon deaf ears. You stroke the puppy’s head and smile. “She’s cute.” 

Vernon hums, agreeing. “You should name her. I can’t decide.” 

“Snow.” It’s easy. Snow was you and Vernon’s favourite kind of weather. “She’s like a little snowball.” 

You can tell by the grin on Vernon’s face that he loves it. “She’s so tiny.” He scoops her up with just one hand and admires her. “I hope she stays this tiny.”

“The puppy will grow.” Your father comments from the other side of the living room. “She’ll grow with the both of you.”

You share a look with Vernon. “We’re never growing.”

“Yeah.” Vernon agrees. “I wanna stay like this forever.” 

It’s a childish comment. A fleeting, impossible wish to capture and freeze your childhood bliss. 

The first kiss is a stumble, a tentative and clumsy display of pure affection. 

You blink as Vernon pulls away, light pink coating his cheeks underneath the dimming light coming from the window. 

“What was that?” You raise a hand to your face as you feel warmth bloom into your cheeks. 

Vernon shrugs. “My parents do it all the time. They say you do it when you really love someone.” 

You smile. “You love me?” 

Vernon nods. “Of course.” 

“I love you too.” 

Vernon laces his hand in yours and turns back to the book he had been reading. Your heads bump together as you stretch out on the carpeted floor to read beside him. 

Neither one of you brings up the kiss again. Or the declaration of love. 

The first crack in the glass takes place somewhere in fifth grade. 

You knock on Vernon’s door, arms ladened with snacks and candy for your weekly movie binge on Friday nights. Sour Patch, Kinder Surprise, a bottle of orange juice. Vernon’s personal selection. 

His mom opens the door instead. 

“Vernon went out with his friends, honey.” There’s an apologetic look on her face that looks almost like sympathy. 

“Oh. He didn’t tell me.” It’s strange, but you don’t think much of it. You hand the snacks to his mother. “Give these to him, please.” 

“Don’t you want to keep these for yourself?” 

You shake your head. “I don’t like them very much. It’s Vernon’s favourite.” 

Vernon’s room is empty when you enter yours. The lights are off, and you squint to see that the Spiderman stickers have been peeled off the walls opposite his bed. 

One missed Friday night turns into two. Then three. Your parents pull you out of public school and move you to a school a city away. Friday movie nights become something a lifetime ago. 

You still see Vernon through the window some nights. You’re not home much anymore, and neither is he. 

But on the occasional nights where your schedules line up, you could spot him moving about his room, doing whatever teenage boys did. 

There are posters of cars and famous musicians covering his walls now. A new bed, a new gaming console. It looks entirely foreign– like you had never stepped foot into it before. 

Sometimes Vernon glances your way and you lock eyes. 

You wonder if he feels the same way about you that you feel about him. If your room also looked like a stranger’s. The pink walls were purple now, the childish toys on the counter replaced by books and a makeup mirror. 

He almost always looks away first. He’d blink rapidly as he averted his gaze to anything else, as if the very sight of you had burned his corneas and was painful to watch. 

You see him one last time at neighbourhood barbecue night in the middle of August. 

“Hey.” His voice is deeper now. He’s grown into himself. 

“Hi.” You don’t fail to notice the way his eyes rake across your figure as if he was trying to pick out what parts of you he still recognized. 

“I heard you’re leaving town. Heading east?” He shuffles until he stands right next to you, arm brushing against yours. 

“Yeah.” You had never planned to stay in your hometown for university. “I heard you’re staying.” 

Vernon nods. “I am. You know I never planned on leaving.” 

You’re caught off guard by the sudden familiarity because, you do know. “I guess.” You say instead. 

There’s a pause before Vernon speaks again, and your heart coils at his next words. 

“Snow misses you.” His voice is quiet, barely audible over the hum of the crowd. “She doesn’t understand why you stopped showing up.” He pauses. “I don’t either.” 

The admission is quiet. Heavy. Altogether unwelcoming. 

“Oh.” There’s nothing else you can say. I’m sorry didn’t really feel like enough. 

“You left.” He adds, and there’s no accusation in his voice. Just a fact. 

The past is a blip in your memory as you try and recall what exactly tore the two of you apart. “I guess I did. I didn’t have much of a choice though. My parents wanted–” 

“I know. And I guess I wasn’t that great of a friend once we got older.” Vernon remembers neglecting you in favour of his newer, cooler friends. 

He reaches for your hand as the neighbour uncles start lighting the fireworks. It’s a fumble, uncoordinated and unfamiliar, as your fingers laced together for the first time in years. Neither one of you says anything, as you crane your necks to watch the fireworks fly. 

Vernon squeezes your hand once. Twice. One final time. 

A silent goodbye. A silent agreement that it was for good this time. 

You return to your childhood bedroom after graduating university. It’s a stranger to you now too. 

A shadow crosses your wall as you pack your childhood into cardboard boxes. You turn to see Vernon’s window is opened, and you watch silently as he packs his own memories into boxes too. 

He still looks the same through that window. Grown, taller, but still the same. 

You were proper strangers now. Strangers who knew each other takeout orders. Strangers who had seen each other laugh. And cry. And leave. 

A twist of pain enters your chest as you watch Vernon close his curtains. His eyes are fixed on a patch of peeling paint on your side of the house– anything to not look at you.

The curtains slide shut. A finale to your time together.

You each leave your respective houses and drive towards the undecided future as two separate entities. 

The bedrooms are empty, quiet. 

The telephone line sways in the wind, dirty and frayed. Neither one of you ever attempt to take it down. 

author’s note : 

A letter to r. 

In all honesty, I can barely remember you now. I remember blips, as if the times with you were something in dreams. 

But I do remember how alive I felt next to you, the middle of the summer, barrelling down the sidewalk in a golf cart. I remember how your dog’s claws feel against the skin of my thighs whenever she’d jump up to welcome me in. I remember movie night. I remember you. 

We don’t see much of each other anymore. And in all honesty, I’m okay with that. We were brilliant together as kids but sometimes things are just that. Just that. Nothing more than a pair of best friends who thought we could never grow up and stay innocent and lively forever. 

There’s a poem I wrote, years ago, as I walked past your house on my way to work. 

ten years old  driving a golf cart down the hill  going too fast, we tipped over  and almost killed ourselves  your dad and my dad joked we’d grow up to marry each other neither one of us took that seriously  we don’t talk anymore  i walk past your house on the way to work each summer morning your dog still sits patiently outside your window as if she’s waiting for me to come home after six years  as if she doesn’t understand why i stopped showing up 

 I hope you remember it all too.