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mrspiastri · 3 months ago

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✩ lights, camera, action! 📸

pairing: lando norris x reader

cw: fluff, annoying reporters, austria 2024

wc: 4.9k words

an: thanks for the req anon, hope u like it! pls excuse any spelling errors i could not be arsed enough to proofread this more than twice :p

“So, they’re just going to be in our house… recording us the entire day?”

“Mostly, yeah.”

“And this is happening for a month?”

“Maybe two, depending on how much footage they need.”

A beat of silence.

Lando turned to his girlfriend, watching as she set her Kindle down and looked at him with a sharp glare. All she had wanted was a quiet night in, some light reading before bed, not this conversation.

“So, what do you think?” he asked carefully.

“I think you’ve lost your fucking mind.”

Lando stifled a chuckle, scooting closer despite the warning in her eyes. “It’s not that bad, I promise. They’ll get all your good angles. And if there’s anything you don’t want in, I’ll make sure they cut it out.”

Y/N sighed, rubbing her temples. The idea of letting a camera crew into their home, her safe space, the one place where she could collapse onto the couch after work without a second thought, was unsettling.

“Look, I’m not going to force you,” Lando said, his voice softer now. “Just think about it. It’s like… our moments together being immortalized.”

She arched her brow, still unconvinced.

“We could even look back on them years later,” he continued, ever the optimist. “Show them to our kids!”

Y/N gave him a long, unimpressed stare.

“Just give me a day or two,” she muttered at last.

“Of course, love.” He leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek before letting the subject drop.

Three days later, Y/N found herself reluctantly agreeing, under strict conditions:

1. No cameras before 9 AM or after 10 PM.

2. No filming arguments or fights (if they happened).

3. No recording private conversations.

The production team had no issue following her rules, and soon enough, cameras and microphones became a regular sight in their living room and kitchen.

To her surprise, it wasn’t as bad as she’d feared. The Drive To Survive crew was respectful, and off-camera, they were actually lovely to talk to.

Not that she’d ever admit it to Lando. She had no interest in hearing an “ I told you so.”

Still, she had to admit, there was something oddly enjoyable about it. The cameras felt natural, capturing the effortless way she and Lando fit together. Their banter. Their energy.

Even the crew enjoyed filming them. Because if there was one thing about Y/N and Lando, it was that they were effortlessly entertaining.

The couple had an air of domesticity around them, which was visible during certain moments, like when Y/N announced she was going grocery shopping.

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She didn’t question it at first.

Lando had followed her around their apartment, slipping on his hoodie and sneakers, acting as if they were about to embark on some thrilling adventure rather than… well, a simple trip to the grocery store. But when he practically rushed out the door behind her, stuffing his hands into his pockets like he was trying to play it cool, she finally turned to him with a raised brow.

"Alright, what’s going on?"

Lando blinked at her, feigning innocence. "What do you mean?"

"You insisted on coming with me," she pointed out as she slid into the passenger seat of her car. "Since when are you so eager to go grocery shopping?"

Lando smirked, leaning back in his seat. "Maybe I just like spending time with you."

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head with a soft laugh. "It’s just shopping, Lando."

"Yes… and?"

She shot him a look, but he only grinned, reaching over to intertwine his fingers with hers as he started the car. She glanced down at their joined hands, warmth flickering in her chest.

Maybe it was just shopping. But to him, time with her, no matter how mundane, was worth tagging along for.

The grocery store was as uneventful as ever, aisles filled with tired parents, students grabbing last-minute essentials, and employees stacking shelves. Y/N navigated the space with practiced ease, mentally ticking off the list in her head.

Lando, on the other hand, was thoroughly entertained by everything.

"You know, people are going to think I’m useless because you’re the one actually shopping," Lando mused, walking beside you with a basket dangling from his arm. A small mic was clipped to his hoodie, and a camera trailed at a respectful distance, catching every moment.

"You are useless," you teased, grabbing a carton of eggs and placing them into the basket.

Lando let out a scandalized gasp, pressing a hand to his chest. "Excuse me? I am an excellent grocery shopper. Watch this."

Before you could stop him, he darted toward a display of snacks, dramatically grabbing a family-sized bag of chips and tossing it into the basket. The camera crew caught it all, no doubt enjoying his antics.

"Wow," you said dryly, watching him grin. "Such a valuable contribution."

"You’re welcome." He leaned in, brushing a kiss to your temple before whispering, "At least pretend I’m helpful, love. My reputation is at stake."

She shook her head, amused. He stayed close beside her, fingers occasionally brushing hers when he pointed out random things, a ridiculous cereal box, a weirdly shaped vegetable, an overpriced snack that made him nearly collapse in shock.

Then, as they rounded the next aisle, something caught her eye.

"No way," Y/N gasped, halting so suddenly that Lando bumped into her.

"What? What happened? Are we in danger?" he asked dramatically, clutching her arm.

She ignored him, grabbing a brightly colored package from the meat fridge. “It’s the spicy chorizo I was looking for! It’s been out of stock for months! Lando, do you know what this means?"

"Uh," he blinked, glancing at the box in her hands. "That some company is trying to get people to buy their products again?"

She huffed. "No, dummy. This means I can finally make those chorizo tapas you love so much."

Lando stared at her, as if processing her words. "Wait. You mean—?"

"Yeah," she said, waving the package at him. "You always say it’s one of your favorites, right? So I’ll make it the way it’s meant to be made, not with those other lame brands.”

For a second, he didn’t say anything. Just looked at her. And then, unexpectedly, he reached for her hand and squeezed it, his thumb running over her knuckles.

"You remembered that?" His voice was quieter now, softer.

She scoffed. "Of course, I did. You never shut up about it."

Lando let out a breathless chuckle, shaking his head, but there was something fond in his eyes, something almost touched.

"You’re the best," he murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead. Right there in the middle of the grocery aisle, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, with an old woman giving them a knowing smile as she passed.

Y/N felt warmth creep up her neck, but she just rolled her eyes. "I know."

Lando grinned, throwing an arm around her shoulder as they continued walking. "See? And you thought I was weird for wanting to tag along."

"You are weird."

"Yeah, but I’m your kind of weird."

She laughed, leaning into his side as they made their way to checkout.

Maybe it was just shopping.

But with Lando, even the ordinary felt like something special.

🪻🪻🪻

The morning sun cast a golden glow over their Monaco apartment, filling the space with soft warmth. The neatly packed bags by the door were a reminder of the plans they’d made, plans Y/N had initially thought were just a fleeting idea when Lando suggested them. But here they were, two years into their relationship, and he was still finding ways to make things special.

Lando stirred beside her, his arm tightening around her waist as he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, voice still thick with sleep.

“Happy anniversary, love.”

She smiled, tilting her head slightly to press a kiss to his forehead. “Happy anniversary, Lando.”

He hummed in contentment, pulling her closer. “Can we just stay in bed all day instead?”

Y/N laughed softly, tracing lazy patterns along his back. “As tempting as that sounds, weren’t you the one who planned this whole day trip?”

Lando groaned dramatically, burying his face deeper into the pillow. “Who let me make decisions?”

“You did.”

Another groan.

A small chuckle from the corner of the room made her glance over, where one of the film crew members was adjusting a camera, capturing the intimate yet domestic moment. Lando peeked an eye open and groaned even louder when he saw them.

“Great,” he mumbled. “Now the world gets to see me beg to stay in bed.”

Y/N grinned, pressing a quick kiss to his nose before slipping out from under the covers. “Come on, sleepyhead. We have a road trip to go on.”

By mid-morning, they were driving along the winding coastal roads of the French Riviera, two crew members filming them from the back seat, capturing snippets of their journey. Lando’s hand rested on Y/N’s thigh as he effortlessly steered with the other, the soft hum of music filling the space between them.

She glanced over at him, amusement dancing in her eyes. “So, are you ever going to tell me why you picked Èze?”

Lando smirked, keeping his eyes on the road. “Would you believe me if I said I just wanted to impress you with my impeccable taste?”

She rolled her eyes, but her smile betrayed her fondness.

The moment they arrived in Èze, Lando reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers as they wandered through the narrow, cobbled streets. The medieval village, perched high above the Côte d’Azur, was breathtaking, its stone walls adorned with climbing vines, small boutiques tucked into hidden corners, and the salty sea breeze carrying the scent of fresh flowers.

The crew trailed them subtly, capturing the way Lando would lean in every few minutes just to steal a quick kiss, or how his fingers absentmindedly traced patterns against her skin as they stopped to admire the view.

“You do realize people are going to say you’re way too clingy, right?” Y/N teased, nodding toward one of the cameras.

Lando shrugged, unbothered. “Let them.” He turned to the nearest cameraman, grinning. “I am clingy. Make sure you put that in the episode.”

The crew chuckled, but Y/N just shook her head, laughing as Lando pulled her into the nearest café.

Lunch was slow and easy, filled with stolen bites of food, quiet laughter, and the occasional “Look at him being soft” comment from Y/N to the film crew. Lando didn’t seem to care, not when she was there, looking at him like he was her favorite thing in the world.

When dessert arrived, two chocolate soufflés, Lando picked up a spoonful and held it out for her.

She raised an eyebrow. “Really? You’re going to feed me while they’re filming?”

He smirked. “It’s romantic.”

She rolled her eyes but leaned in anyway, letting him feed her. Lando grinned triumphantly, stealing a bite for himself.

“Put that in the episode, too,” he quipped.

As the afternoon stretched on, they hiked up to the Jardin Exotique, a stunning garden perched at the very top of Èze. The panoramic view of the coastline was nothing short of magical, the kind of scene that made everything else feel small in comparison.

Lando wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“This might be my favorite anniversary so far,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

She smiled, tilting her head to rest against his. “We’ve only had two.”

“Still. It’s hard to beat.”

A breeze drifted through, ruffling his curls as he held her, their hands fitting together so effortlessly.

Y/N turned in his arms, her gaze soft. “I love you, you know.”

Lando’s eyes searched hers for a moment before he cupped her face, pressing a slow, tender kiss to her lips, one that felt like a promise, like forever.

When they pulled away, he rested his forehead against hers, exhaling deeply. “I know,” he whispered. “And I love you more.”

A cough from behind them broke the moment, and one of the crew members hesitated before speaking.

“Uh… that was beautiful,” they admitted. “Can you do it again for a better angle?”

Lando groaned as Y/N burst into laughter.

“Fine,” he sighed dramatically, pulling her closer with a mischievous grin. “Guess we have to keep kissing.”

🪻🪻🪻

The second Y/N stepped into the apartment, she knew something was different. It wasn’t just the warmth of the space or the soft glow of the kitchen lights, there was something familiar in the air. A rich, buttery scent, layered with warm spices, the kind that immediately sent a comforting feeling straight to her soul.

She froze mid-step.

That was butter chicken.

Her favorite food.

And there was only one person in this house who would make that for her.

Her heart raced as she set her bag down and rounded the corner into the kitchen, where she found exactly what she hoped to see Lando, standing at the stove, stirring a pot with the kind of focus he usually reserved for a race car. His curls were still damp from a recent shower, his sleeves pushed up as he leaned against the counter, tasting the sauce with an expression of concentration.

He looked up just as she entered, and the slow smile that spread across his face made her stomach flip.

“Hey, love.”

She blinked, still processing. “You’re… home?”

He smirked. “Surprise.”

Her mouth fell open. “But… you weren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow night?”

“Got an earlier flight.” He turned back to the stove, giving the pot one last stir before lowering the heat. “Figured I’d come back and make your favorite.”

She couldn’t believe it. She had been fully prepared to spend the evening alone, eating something mediocre while scrolling through her phone, missing him. But instead, he was here. Cooking for her.

Y/N didn’t think, she just launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his waist, pressing her face into his hoodie as she breathed him in.

Lando laughed as he caught her, arms circling her shoulders as he held her close. “I take it you missed me?”

“Obviously,” she mumbled against his chest. “You were gone for so long.”

“Babe, it was five days.”

“Exactly. Too long.”

He chuckled, pressing a lingering kiss to her hair. “Missed you too, love.”

A throat cleared from the corner of the kitchen, and Y/N stiffened slightly before peeking over Lando’s shoulder, only to find one of the crew members, clearly amused.

She groaned, burying her face back into Lando’s chest. “You let them film this?”

“I didn’t let them,” he said, amused. “They just… didn’t leave. Wanted to see you surprised and all.”

One of the crew members laughed. “In our defense, this is adorable.”

Lando grinned, tilting her chin up so she had to look at him. “Come on, love. You don’t want the world to see how obsessed you are with me?”

She narrowed her eyes. “I will shove your face into that butter chicken.”

His smirk widened. “Joke’s on you, I made extra.”

She rolled her eyes but let him pull her closer, letting herself bask in the warmth of his touch, the familiar scent of home.

Later, as they sat at the dining table, Lando watched her take her first bite, waiting for her reaction like a nervous contestant on a cooking show.

Y/N hummed in delight, eyes closing briefly as the flavors hit her tongue. “Oh my God.”

His lips twitched. “Good?”

She opened her eyes, pointing her spoon at him. “Suspiciously good. Since when can you cook like this?”

Lando leaned back in his chair, arms crossing over his chest. “What, you think I can’t learn things?”

“I just… didn’t know you wanted to.”

He shrugged, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Maybe I just wanted to impress my girlfriend.”

Y/N softened, her heart swelling. “You have impressed me. This is amazing.”

“Damn right it is.”

She giggled, shaking her head before taking another bite. “Okay, tell me about Shanghai. How was the race?”

Lando exhaled dramatically, shifting in his seat. “Ugh. Where do I even start? First of all, the strategy was so weird, like, I don’t know what they were thinking. And then, I had this fight with Max for like a hundred laps, and I swear, I thought we were gonna crash at least three times—”

As he continued, his hands animatedly reenacting the on-track battles, Y/N just sat there, watching him, a soft smile tugging at her lips.

She loved seeing him like this, completely in his element, passionate, excited. The way his eyes lit up when he talked about racing, the way his hands moved as if he were still behind the wheel.

“You’re staring,” Lando suddenly noted, smirking.

She blinked, cheeks warming. “No, I’m not.”

“You are.” He leaned in, resting his chin in his hand as he grinned. “You’re in love with me.”

She scoffed, trying (and failing) to hide her smile. “Don’t flatter yourself, Norris.”

“I mean, I did just fly home early and make your favorite food…” He reached across the table, running his fingers gently over her wrist. “Pretty sure that earns me some extra love points.”

Y/N laughed softly, flipping her hand to intertwine their fingers. “You already have all my love points, you idiot.”

He squeezed her hand, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “Good. I plan on keeping them.”

She shook her head, taking another bite of the butter chicken. “Okay, but seriously, I want to hear the rest. So, you and Max—”

“Shh.” Lando reached over and gently placed a spoonful of rice on her plate, then another, before looking at her expectantly.

She raised an eyebrow. “Did you just—”

“Just shh and eat,” he said, his voice playfully firm. “I know you. If I let you talk too much, you’ll forget to eat, and then you’ll be grumpy later.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, but the corners of her lips twitched. “You’re so annoying.”

Lando laughed, leaning over the table to steal a quick kiss. “Yeah, yeah. Now eat up.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but obeyed, feeling impossibly warm inside.

There was something so simple about moments like this, the quiet, easy rhythm of their lives together. The way Lando cared for her in ways that weren’t always grand gestures but in the little things. The way he listened, the way he noticed, the way he just knew her.

Even with cameras in the background, even with the world watching, this was theirs.

And Y/N wouldn’t trade it for anything.

🪻🪻🪻

Las Vegas was supposed to be his night.

Lando sat in the dimly lit hospitality suite, still in his race suit, elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped together so tightly his knuckles were white. The weight of the evening pressed down on him, Max had clinched the title, and he had been so close. The points gap wasn’t enormous. If things had gone just slightly differently, if the strategy had been sharper, if he had just pushed a little harder—

He exhaled sharply, jaw clenched, eyes fixed on the floor.

The suite was silent, except for the muffled sounds of celebration echoing from outside. His team was still proud, of course. McLaren had fought hard all season. He had fought hard. But second place wasn’t the dream. First was the dream.

And he had lost it.

The quiet creak of the door barely registered in his mind, but the soft footsteps that followed were unmistakable.

Y/N.

She didn’t say anything at first. She simply walked over, standing beside him for a moment, watching him.

Then, she crouched down in front of him, placing a gentle hand on his knee. “Lando.”

His eyes flickered up to hers. He knew the cameras were still rolling somewhere in the room, capturing all of this, his frustration, his exhaustion, the moment where his season had slipped away.

But right now, he didn’t care.

Y/N’s gaze was steady, her touch grounding. Slowly, she reached up, cupping his cheek, her thumb brushing lightly over the sharp line of his jaw.

“Talk to me,” she murmured.

Lando exhaled through his nose, his hand coming up to cover hers, pressing it against his skin as if he needed the contact to anchor him.

“I should’ve done more,” he finally muttered.

She frowned. “Lando—”

“No, really,” he cut in, shaking his head. “It was so close. We had the pace. We had the car. I just—” He exhaled roughly, eyes darting away. “I wasn’t good enough.”

Her heart ached at the way he said it, at the way his voice dipped into something raw and self-deprecating.

“Lando,” she said softly but firmly, tilting his face back toward her. “You were more than good enough.”

He let out a dry laugh, but there was no humor in it. “Doesn’t feel like it.”

She didn’t hesitate. “Because you expect perfection from yourself. But look at what you did this season. Look at how hard you fought. You challenged Max. You took it down to the wire when no one thought you could. You made them believe.”

His gaze softened, but she wasn’t finished.

“You think second place makes you less?” she whispered. “It doesn’t. You’re still you, Lando. And I’m so, so proud of you.”

His throat bobbed, his grip on her hand tightening.

“You’re just saying that,” he mumbled.

Y/N shook her head. “I never just say things. You know that.”

He let out a slow breath, his eyes searching hers like he was trying to hold onto her words, trying to let them sink in.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Then, with a small sigh, he pulled her into his lap, burying his face into the crook of her neck.

She smiled faintly, running her fingers through his curls. He never did well with failure, not because he wasn’t used to it, but because he always carried it too much.

But he wasn’t alone in this.

And as she held him, rocking him slightly, she could feel the tension in his body slowly start to ease.

The crew was still there, capturing every second.

But all Lando cared about was her.

And somehow, for the first time all night, losing didn’t feel quite so devastating.

The press pen after the race was always exhausting, but tonight, it was unbearable.

Lando had lost the championship. He had done every interview with his usual composure, polite, measured, controlled. He had smiled when necessary, congratulated Max, and answered the same four questions in slightly different ways.

But this one?

This one was pushing it.

"Lando, do you think this was your only real shot at a title? Or do you worry you might just not have what it takes?"

The question landed like a slap.

Lando barely blinked. His PR training kicked in immediately, forcing a neutral expression as he nodded, exhaling through his nose.

"Look, we had a great season, and I’m proud of what we achieved. Obviously, it didn’t end the way we wanted, but I know we’ll come back stronger."

It was the kind of answer that was designed to deflect, to keep things from escalating.

The interviewer, however, seemed satisfied with their little dig, moving on to the next driver.

Lando barely had time to process it before he heard a very familiar voice from just beyond the camera crew.

"Are you actually kidding me right now?"

He turned just in time to see Y/N standing off to the side, arms crossed, glaring absolute murder at the interviewer’s back.

The Drive to Survive crew, who had been filming his interview, immediately turned their cameras to her.

"What kind of stupid question was that?" she ranted, clearly not caring that she was being recorded. "‘Do you think you don’t have what it takes?’ Seriously? What kind of journalism school did this guy go to? All he knows is how to rile people up!”

Lando pressed his lips together, trying very, very hard not to laugh.

She was fuming.

"He should be embarrassed," she continued, still glaring. "Lando literally fought for this title until the last possible second, and that’s the best he could come up with? I should go over there right now—"

Lando immediately stepped in, wrapping his arms around her from behind, pulling her into his chest before she could march into the press pen and make headlines. "Alright, alright," he murmured against her hair, biting back a grin. "That’s enough murder threats for one night."

"I wasn’t threatening murder," she huffed, but she didn’t resist when he turned her to face him. "I was just saying that guy deserves to step on fifty Legos barefoot."

"That’s fair," Lando admitted, his grip tightening slightly as he leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers. "But I promise, I’m okay."

She searched his face, still frowning slightly. "You shouldn’t have to deal with that."

"I know." He smiled, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "But I’d rather deal with bad interviews than have to bail my girlfriend out for punching a reporter."

"No promises," she muttered, but her lips twitched, betraying her frustration.

Lando chuckled, then, because he simply couldn’t help himself, tilted her chin up and kissed her, slow and soft, like he had all the time in the world.

He felt the presence of what seemed to be a thousand cameras on them, but he didn’t care.

Because right now, nothing else mattered.

🪻🪻🪻

The studio setup was familiar by now, the sleek black backdrop, the dramatic lighting, the Drive to Survive crew hovering around with their cameras and microphones. It was the same place where all the serious, intense driver interviews had been filmed throughout the season.

Except today, it wasn’t serious.

Because today, it was Lando and Y/N sitting on the interview couch together, and nothing about them being in the same room was ever serious.

Lando leaned back comfortably, one arm draped over the back of the couch behind Y/N, while she sat cross-legged beside him, her fingers lazily toying with the hem of her dress. The crew had barely started rolling when he shot the camera a mischievous grin.

“So,” he said, adjusting his mic, “are we finally getting our own spin-off? Because I think the world deserves to see the behind-the-scenes of my life with this one.” He nudged Y/N playfully.

She snorted. “Your life? Excuse me? I’m the normal one in this relationship.”

The interviewer chuckled. “Lando, would you agree with that?”

Lando turned to her, looking absolutely scandalized. “Absolutely not. This woman started a verbal fight with a group of fans and nearly went after a reporter on my behalf. The only reason she’s not banned from the paddock is because she’s cute.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “The only reason you weren’t banned from my apartment after losing the title was because you’re cute.”

Lando grinned, nudging her shoulder. “So you admit it? I am cute?”

The crew laughed as Y/N let out a dramatic sigh, shaking her head. “Fine. You’re alright.”

“Alright?” He turned to the camera. “You see how she treats me?”

The interviewer, still chuckling, moved on. “Alright, let’s go back to the start of the season. You’ve had a whirlwind year Lando, you were a title contender, and Y/N, you were very vocal throughout. What’s been your favorite moment we’ve captured?”

Y/N hummed, tapping her chin. “Ooh, good question. Probably when Lando lost his mind after that crash with Max.”

The crew laughed knowingly.

Lando groaned, but he was smiling. “Of course that’s your favorite. Not like, I don’t know, any of my actual racing?”

“Oh, right,” she said, grinning. “The whole driving really fast thing. You’re decent at that.”

The interviewer raised a brow. “Just decent?”

Lando turned to Y/N, smirking. “I was in a title fight, you know.”

“Okay, okay, you were great,” she admitted, patting his knee. “There. Happy?”

Lando nodded smugly. “Very.”

The interviewer smiled. “And Lando, what about you? Favorite moment we’ve captured?”

He didn’t even hesitate. “Her reaction after my first win in Miami.”

Y/N blinked, surprised. “Wait, really?”

Lando looked at her, his expression softening slightly. “Yeah, I mean I’d never seen you that happy.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “And I like making you happy.”

Y/N bit her lip, warmth spreading in her chest. “Okay, that was kinda sweet.”

“I have my moments,” Lando said, leaning in closer. “You should kiss me now.”

The crew laughed, but Y/N just pushed his face away with a laugh. “We’re literally being filmed right now, Norris.”

“Yeah, and?”

The interviewer, still amused, decided to wrap things up. “Alright, last question. If you had to describe this season in one word, what would it be?”

Lando thought for a second, then smirked. “Chaotic.”

Y/N groaned. “Please don’t say—”

“Because of you,” Lando finished, grinning as he dodged the pillow she threw at him.

She sighed, shaking her head with a smile. “Fine. Then my word is entertaining, because watching Lando suffer through PR answers all season has been hilarious.”

Lando turned to the camera, deadpan. “She’s so lucky I love her.”

The crew laughed as Y/N leaned into him, stealing a quick peck on his cheek. “And you’re so lucky I put up with you.”

He smiled, lacing their fingers together. “Best kind of luck, isn’t it?”

And just like that, the season wrapped.

not so sure about this one, but then again when am i ever sure about anything! <3 also i am accepting requests, so feel free to send your prompts or ideas with any of the drivers xoxo

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softaestluv · 3 months ago

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Grease & Grime Won’t Break Your Bones

You never thought you were attracted to grease and grime, sweat and exhaustion, definitely needed a shower and scrub, but no one has worn it like he is.

Mechanic! Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Fem! reader

Tags: dirty, greasy, grimy, sweaty, blue collar worker, yeah I’ll take one of those! you own a pick up, & I actually don’t know anything about cars, eventual smut

Pt . 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4, Ao3 | masterlist

Contrary to popular belief, you weren’t completely daft when it came to cars. There were a handful of things you could do, as simple as they might be. You knew how to change a flat tire, how to change your oil, the oil filter and air filter. Even knew how to change the bulbs in your headlights— yours had gone out more than once.

Kept up with basic maintenance, topped off all fluids when necessary, rotated your tires, visited a shop when needed.

Though, the piece of shit pick-up you owned seemed to have more problems than one. Sticks on wheels, lemon of a vehicle, engine light flashing more often than not. You were quite exhausted from all the maintenance, worked too hard to keep staining your clothes in grease and ruining your manicured nails.

A pretty thing like yourself shouldn’t be doing such hard work, but you put entirely too much time into the old truck for price gauging and scamming mechanics to stereotype you— a woman, naive.

Simple.

Maybe you had been lucky when you stumbled across ‘Ghost’s Garage’ and the mechanic was anything but, even if his shop was a rundown brick building on its last leg. Old, dinky, mortar deteriorating, cracks and chips in the bricks. It was honestly a miracle it was still standing, but he worked in auto-motives after all, not construction.

Maybe you were a little biased when the mechanic seemed to walk out of a Men’s Health magazine.

Blonde hair, white t-shirt hugging his biceps, coveralls low on his hips, grease stained arms and fingertips, tattoos curled over his ridiculously tanned skin. It was almost cliche the way he approached you, dirty rag pressed to his forehead, wiping the sweat that dripped down his temples before using the same rag to clean the grease off his fingers.

“What can I do for ya?” He asked with shallow breaths, thick accent twined around each word.

You swallowed thickly, “My oil, I just need my oil changed.”

He raised his brow, gesturing to your blue truck in the service drive, “This your C10 right ‘ere?”

You nod, “That’s me.”

“Y’can sit in my office if you want, ‘ts hot out here. Shouldn’t be long.” He explained, pointing to a small room in the corner of the shop.

It was a typical mechanics office, small, a little dirty. Papers scattered across the desk and floor, plain beige walls, spare parts thrown in a corner. One frame on the edge of the desk, a picture of him and three other men, one of which he’s not really smiling in, just a slight lift to the corner of his lips.

You’re quite grateful that he let you sit in his office rather than being stuck in the summer sun; it was hot, scorching. Even the shorts and t-shirt you wore clung uncomfortably to your skin, thighs pressed tacky to the leather chair.

Despite the fact that it’s a bit too stuffy, a bit too cluttered, you don’t entirely mind. Not when it gives you a perfect view of the mechanic bent over the hood of your truck through the rooms only window.

Now you could really look at him, appreciate the absolute hulking mammoth of a man he is. Burly, brawny, sinewy, can’t even begin to think of all the adjectives to describe him.

Sweat drips down his thick neck, over broad shoulders, and around stout biceps, accentuates each dip and curve of his beefy muscles. It soaks his white shirt wet, makes it cling to his back and abdomen, displays every defined contraction of muscles.

Makes your body burn hot.

You feel like an absolute pervert, mouth salivating at the sight of a mechanic changing your oil. Maybe there was truth behind loving a man in a uniform, even if it was dirty, filthy, soiled, and half off.

You never thought you were attracted to grease and grime, sweat and exhaustion, definitely needed a shower and scrub, but no one has worn it like he is.

It isn’t long, less than 10 minutes, and meanwhile you appreciate the efficiency, a part of you is a little disappointed at the loss of the show.

“All set for you.” He says once he enters the room.

You jump up, “Ah, thank you so much!”

“Nice ol’ thing, ‘aven’t worked on one of ‘em before,” He compliments, zipping up the rest of his coveralls— ‘Simon’ printed on a pocket patch.

You laugh, real low from your chest, “That’s what you think. Just wait ‘til I come back next week cause the engine light came on.”

Simon chuckles, “No worries, bring it t’me for whatever you need.”

“Depends on how much you’re charging me for today’s services,” You joke, rummaging through your bag for your wallet.

“‘ts on the house,” He responds, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against his desk.

“What? No, I didn’t mean like that,” You stammer, shaking your head, “I’ll pay you.”

Simon just shrugs his shoulders, “Just be back for your next oil change.”

Your smile is wide, “I’ll see you in a couple thousand miles then.”

✦.─Masterlist ─.✦

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yoohyeon · 2 years ago

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Saw that the Tumblr icon on my iPad changed so I went to see what’s up and WE FINALLY CAN REPLY WITH THE BLOG WE WANT !!! THANK YOU !!! Now staff make it so when you block someone it’s block on all sb too thanks I’m tired of blocking 3 times

#I’m tired of forgetting to add this is blah blah main when someone somment something on my sideblog 😭#my phone is sadly too full for the update but at least my iPad is ! I’ll answer on it when someone comment ckdnjdnd #now I’m leaving again !#oh I should update that my mom recognized she fucked up (will she learn a lesson though? only time we’ll tell us)#so she apologize my dad didn’t care but he went to get her at work today and they’ve been talking like nothing happen #since they had to go grocery shopping cause the fridge was empty #idk if they talked or they just decided it was better to not say anything and fight again #so I’m happy again don’t wanna d*e anymore until I look for job at least fkdndjdn #which is what I should do but I’m ignoring my problems reading ncjdndjnd #i waited at least today see if my parents were still on the verge of divorcing or not and they seem okay so I guess i’ll check 🙄#pray that I found something nice 😭#I’m tempted to find something that maybe I could work 4 days a week and not 5 but I’ll never find that #cause honestly I only pay for my phone and Sowon food + litter (and vet if needed) I don’t need that much #I did promise them I would pay for Puppy’s pills if I work though cause it’s like 200$ maybe less maybe more even I can’t remember a month #my mom is struggling bad since he got those pills it’s a lot for her small salary #I’m so lucky that my parents let me be even if they struggle but I feel so bad I need to get diagnose soon cause I’m difinetely anxious #and it’s ruining my life #also had to get check for ADHD and Autism words from my doctor for the ladder I’m personally not sure ? everyone tells me no #but those people knows nothing about autism they only person that says there’s ‘’high chance’#is bestie and she study in psychology a little for her field so I trust her judgement way more ! but maybe it’s just a mix of the other 2 #that make it seem like I may who knows one day we’ll have the answers #okay I’m talking to much now I’ll go don’t know if I’ll come back soon but at least I wanted to tell you I felt better !#we are back at the normal worries only 🤪#alex.txt

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iris-tarot · 1 month ago

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⋆ 𐙚 ̊. how will your person express their jealousy towards you ⋆ 𐙚 ̊.

pick-a-card reading - 18+

this reading can be about your crush, future partner/spouse, or anyone you're thinking about ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

⋆.˚ take a deep breath and close your eyes. look at the above options and pick the image you feel the most drawn towards. scroll down to read your message. if you feel called to more than one image, then maybe there's a message that's meant for you ⋆.˚

⟢˚₊‧♡ about me

𓂃 𓈒𓏸‪‪ˎˊ˗

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. pile I ⋆ 𐙚 ̊.

⭑.ᐟ I'M GIGGLING RIGHT NOW JASDJASANDAKJN your person is not even angry at you, they are angry at themselves for feeling so strongly towards you. like one minute they are very calm and demure and then the next minute they are a complete mess. it gives me very chaotic energy. like i'm not even kidding when i tell you that they don't know what to do with their feelings - instead, they're going to show you exactly how pathetic you make them feel hehehe 🤭👀. whatever they're going to do to you is going to be so unexpected, even you’ll be caught off guard. your person is going to be so obsessed and possessive over you, the energy here is INSANE. like they’re going to control you and you will not even have a say in it. your person is someone who is NAWT going to take it easy on you. and let me tell you something babe, your person is very insecure and they're afraid you’ll find someone better than them. i feel like even you would be surprised by their outburst because you’ve never seen this side of them before, and it all seems so…new?

it's going to start off with them being insecure at first, but then soon they will dominate you and prove to you as to why they're the best you're ever going to have. their movements are going to be unexpected, quick and witty. one moment they are confronting you with anger, the next minute they are kissing you with their hands in between your thighs sjndsfbjkdbfkjsb. for some reason, i’m seeing here that your person has been waiting for this moment to take place so that they can take out all their aggression and frustration on you. like you get them so worked up, they don't even know what to do with their feelings for you. they're going to play so hard to get babe, and they won't let you reach your climax that easily. they want to see you beg, they want to see you apologizing, they want to see you submitting yourself to them. they're going to feel like a whole new person when they're jealous. you've never seen this side of them before because they hardly show it. but when they do, it's going to be very….um i can't find the word - unexpected? chaotic? it's just going to be very concerning. because they won't let you go until you've orgasmed multiple times on their fingers.

but here's the thing…after making you cum multiple times and making you feel so…..good and tired, your person is going to SPOIL you. i'm talking about buying you gifts, taking you out for shopping and so on. it almost seems like they are rewarding you for your hard work - which is them making you climax multiple times. they're going to be like, “awn baby, you're tired after i made you feel good? here's your reward for being a good girl/boy.” AAHAJSWJNSNWQ i’m literally kicking my feet in the air while writing this down JNSWNCUI3BR ⭑.ᐟ

𓂃 𓈒𓏸‪‪ˎˊ˗

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. pile II ⋆ 𐙚 ̊.

⭑.ᐟ ummmm….okay…..pile 2 your person is very kinky. when i pulled out your cards, the first message that came right out was “discipline”......so umm…yea…..do i even need to go any further? i see your person being very calm and composed. though they're jealous, they aren't going to let that side of themselves show. they're calmly going to order you around and i see you obeying them. there's something about their voice…it seems powerful, it seems commanding, and it seems so right. it's addicting.

your person knows that you will obey them with just a snap of their finger and they're going to take this to their advantage. to be honest, they don't even have to physically stimulate you and make you feel good. it's their words that will do the job. i see them whispering the things they are going to do to you, and you're literally going to squirm under them. you might even get frustrated and beg them to touch you, but nuh uh…they're not done just yet. they want to see how much of a pathetic mess you are for them. they want to see how much you yearn them. they’re going to keep you on edge and will like it when you plead them to touch you. i hear them saying, “you really thought i would let you get off the hook so easily?”

no matter how much you beg them, they're not going to touch you nor are they going to let you touch yourself. they want to see you crying and pleading. seeing you being so miserable for them literally satisfies their soul. they want to prove to you that no one understands you the way they do. they want to prove to you that they are the one for you. and here's the thing, the reason they are acting so tough is because they care and love you. they might keep you at the edge of your seat at the start, but they will literally nurture and fulfill your desires. they will emotionally make you feel good, rather than physically. this is a soul connection. you don't need to be physical with one another to show your love towards each other. emotional fulfilment is what y’all are seeking for and oh boy, they will give you just that.

they're going to worship each and every inch of your body and i see them asking you if anyone has ever made you feel good like they do. they want you to tell them that they are the best and they know exactly how to treat you right. they're going to love it when you validate them and as a reward, they’ll make cum.

they will also love giving you head and it's going to be even more amazing when they are jealous. they're going to take out all their frustration by eating you out and making you climax on their tongue. and to be honest babe, they're going to be so proud of themselves for making you cum. your person knows EXACTLY how to make you melt 👀✨🤭⭑.ᐟ

𓂃 𓈒𓏸‪‪ˎˊ˗

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. pile III ⋆ 𐙚 ̊.

⭑.ᐟ YOU'RE THE SPICIEST PILE OMFG AHHAAHJAJAJA. this pile is giving me strong “make-up s*x” vibes. your person is someone who will not take things lightly and once you've made them feel jealous, they're going to switch to a side of themselves you never even knew existed. there's going to be heated arguments and i see both your ego’s clashing. i feel like there is a lack of trust here. and to be honest babe, i do not see you doing well after you guys argue. you might be very emotionally exhausted after y’all argue, but here's where the spicy part starts. your person will realise that they have overreacted and will reach out to console you, and they're going to do this in the most surprising way possible. they're going to start by kissing your tears and caressing your cheek, but then something takes over them…..it's like a new button has been switched on. they're going to go WILD, babe. like i wish i was kidding, BUT I SO AM NOT. there will be a little resistance from your side at the start, but i see you submitting yourself to them very soon.

i’m seeing here that your person will throw sarcastic comments in between f*cking you - saying things like, “you think __ can f*ck you like i do?” or when you're moaning from pleasure, they might hit you with the, “want to be a rebellious girl/boy and act smart, huh? do you really think __ could make you scream the way i do?” JFNIJSFUIRIUGNIRNOV

your person seems like someone who is very talkative in bed and i'm seeing here that they'll love the expressions you make everytime they make you feel good. if you try to cover your face while doing it with them, they'll literally pull your hands apart and smirk at your miserable state. oh, they're going to make you feel so good, you can't help but beg for more. you will force yourself not to surrender to them and you will play it hard to get, but your person knows exactly where and how to tease you. you might even force yourself not to orgasm so that you don't boost their ego, but you’ll eventually give in.

and you know what the funny thing is? after being so sarcastic with you, your person will literally cuddle you and will pretend like they didn't just make you cum like multiple times. your person might even pretend to not care about what just happened and they'll try to casually lie down with you. i feel them saying, “you got the punishment you deserve.” LIKE UM OKAY CALM DOWN SIR/MA’AM.

your person is someone who is very talkative and communicative, and they'll love it when you ask them to please you. like they want to see how weak you get under their touch.

but here's the thing, when you're making love to your person - especially when they're jealous, you'll be a little surprised by how different they seem. i don't know why, but i feel like they might be a little distant if they make love to you when they're jealous. it almost feels like they're shielding themselves from disappointment. did that even make sense?

your person is someone who will literally f*ck the shit out of you and then they’ll take care of you in such a way where you will look at them and be like, “there is no way YOU just broke my back right now”. like they're going to go back to being themselves after making love to you, and you will be confused if they are the same person who just made your legs shake uncontrollably lmao 😭🤭✨⭑.ᐟ

𓂃 𓈒𓏸‪‪ˎˊ˗

⭑.ᐟ hello, thank you so much for making it till the end and i hope you could resonate with my reading. i would really appreciate it if you could like and reblog my post as it would mean a lot to me!! i'd love to hear which pile you picked and what resonated with you. take care and i hope you have a lovely day/night -`♡´-

ˎˊ˗ full credit for the images and dividers goes to their original creators and rightful owners.

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boowritess · 1 year ago

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very mild 18+ simon riley x reader

lmaoo i can't breathe Simon Riley is just a man.

atleast to you.

when he's home, all he is to you is dry humor, a couple beers every night, sat in front of the tv on his spot on the couch, the game is playing - some soccor or rugby match. he doesn't wear his mask, his clothes are a simple t-shirt and some pair of shorts he just threw on.

he uses your shampoo and conditioner, as much as it pisses you off because it's expensive and for some reason he uses half the fucking bottle everytime he's home, but when he does the groceries he still comes home with '2 in 1 shampoo and conditioner' he would’ve got the '3 in 1' but the last time he did that he got no head for 3 weeks.

he'll go to the pub, take you out, pushes the trolley, holds your bag, let's you dress how you want it, belly gets a little soft because he eats food like he's never ate before, buy you anything you want even after the 'do you really need it though?' talk.

he's bit lazy on workouts only goes on the occasional run, but will fuck you whenever you want; always vanilla and only gets rough when you ask.

he will say he'll fix whatever appliance needs tending too but won't do it right away, starts the occasional handyman job at odd times.

it's just - he's so mundane and normal that you'd never know just how dangerous he is ???? like he so carefully hides that side from you. seriously. when he's home, he throws his gear in the bottom of his closet in a box, locking Ghost away and just existing as Simon.

even when the rest of the task force come around on the occasion. they're so normal and are just... men. yelling at the tv during a sport match. teasing each other. stealing snacks and helping with cleaning. they never speak about work and when you ask them, it's always a smile and shrug, "just another day really." "little boring and slow." "oh not too bad." their answers are so half-assed, that you don't even ask anymore; which is what they want.

but you really aren't missing anything. not when you don't even know what you're missing out on.

it's crazy, because he even keeps Ghost hidden when you're being harassed by men. whether that be when you're shopping or just going for a walk.

he'll loop an arm around your waist or over your shoulder, look at the guy with a grin - that's more of a sneer, "can i help you, mate?" he'll drawl. his stature and stare is enough to make the man who had been harassing you back off.

"what a freak..." you mutter with a roll of your eyes, letting Simon guide you away as he presses a kiss to your temple, a deep chuckle leaving him.

around midnight you wake up to Simon in the laundry room washing his hands. he doesn't blink or hesitate when you wonder in and wrap your arms around his waist. "what're you doing?" you mumble, sleepy eyss dropping to the sink.

Simon's hands are red, and you would be alarmed, should be alarmed. but how could you when Simon hums softly, a sound that rumbles deep from his throat, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. he's so warm and casual that you don't even do a touble take seeing the blood.

"caught a rat. right pest they are. the trap i set snapped it clean in half." Simon's mutters, he raises a bloodied hand to you, sniggering when you crinkle your nose up in disgust and step away from him.

"ew, i'm going back to bed." you huff, yawning and leaving him to what he was doing.

Simon laughs softly as you head off. "just be a sec, love." he says as you go. all he receives is a yawn and a tired 'mhm'.

he cleans his hands and then his phone chimes. he pulls it out and it's a private message.

'getting rid of your pest now, LT.'

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Simon opens the picture and sure enough there's the man from earlier in the boot of a car. all bloodied like Ghost left him.

Simon heads back upstairs to your shared room, you quietly snoozing away. you don't steer or wake as the closet door opens and Simon's putting his mask back in with his gear. No. Ghost is too quiet to let you wake from such a warm and sweet sleep.

he turns from the closet after putting everything away and changing clothes. he crawls into his side of the bed and wraps his arms around you. letting your body nestle back into his side. limbs tangling together.

just you and your simon.

a/n: inspired by a tik tok video on how he is just a man lmaooo

#my post #x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon x reader #ghost cod #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #cod mwii

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gravegoer · 7 months ago

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OMG sevika x reader who fills in for silco after he dies?? 🤍 but sevika is oddly shocked at her kindness—

Sevika's boss ꩜

i absolutely love this idea ! sevika pledging her loyalty to you whilst you pledge yours to her !! so this is how you met + how you treat her on the job.. and off (i fear silco didnt provide a safe work environment)

visit my masterlist HERE , part 2

Zaun needed a new leader, and you just so happened to be the second in line to the throne.

You had the option to throw Sevika out if you really wanted a different right hand man. But in your opinion, if she worked for SIlco; she would work for you.

You'd never met her before, only heard the things that Zaunites whispered about her on the street

" She took on three men at the last drop yesterday. I think Silco put her up to it. "

" The way she looked at me made me think I was going to meet my end. "

Silco was no gentle ruler, he was strong and fierce. You could only imagine how he treated his goons, and and only Gods know how he treated Sevika.

You sat in his office chair, displeased with the scattered papers on his desk and the old whiskey in a glass that now smelled rank.

You had called her in to have a chat, so that you knew who you were really working with. Not knowing what to expect; you watched as the door creaked open and you nervously drew in a quick breath.

In walked a tall woman, definitely over 6', obviously muscular with one prosthetic arm. Your eyes traveled up to her face, and now you knew why everyone talked about her gaze. It was steely and almost frightening. She looked you up and down with something in her eyes that you couldn't place. Her skin was littered with scars, the biggest one was smack dab across her cheek. How intimidating.

You spoke to her, firmly but gently, "As you know, I'm taking over for Silco until things can be.. sorted out-"

She cut you off with a brisk, "Get to the point."

You eyed her full lips as she said this, the gap between her teeth was more prominent when she spoke. Not to mention her husky voice, she sounded tired but with still a hint of determination.

"I'm not demoting you or anything, just so you know," you spoke while raising an eyebrow at her, "I just wanted to get to know you before I start ordering you around, y'know?"

She narrowed her eyes at this statement. Its obvious she expected you to immediately ask her to do things for you the way she did for her former boss. Always running around the city cleaning up his mess, fighting his battles. But no. You weren't Silco. There was something different in the air around you.

Now that you've officially met its time to put this girl to work !!

She was almost always available. This concerned you. If you asked for her presence she would be there within minutes. It was like she was waiting for you at the door 24/7.

This made you bring up off days to her, "You know, if you ever need time off or anything don't hesitate to ask me. I don't bite"

She was confused at your willingness to let her do nothing but sit around while you did the work. And even after you said this she never asked to be called off.

"Okay, you know what. If you're injured after a mission don't even think. About trying to leave your house," You called her in to run some errands but what she didn't tell you is that she got stabbed roughly in her side the night before.

This made her angry, did you think she was weak? You're making her take a break because she didn't do her job good enough for you? Trying to cut her pay by putting her out of work?

But no, surprisingly in the next few days you sent her out again, and when she came back you slid a hefty bag of coins her way. She questioned your ways but she wasn't complaining.

You tried never ask absurd or unnecessary things of her. If you needed to talk with someone in the city you would go down and do it yourself. She caught you out one day, talking to a shop owner about prices.

"Why the hell are you out without me."

You turned around to meet her eyes (also having to crain your neck to look up at her.) "Well, I don't need a body guard to walk around you know that right?" You said, tilting your head to the side.

She drug her hand over her face at this, "You could have asked me to do it for you, I'm free. Plus don't you know anyone could be trying to get at you? Are you an idiot?"

"I can handle myself Sevika. But if you're soo worried about me ill let you come next time," You teased before turning around to speak to the owner again.

She grumbled to herself before taking a seat in one of the old chairs behind you and crossing her arms. If you didn't know any better you would think a small embarrassed blush kissed her cheeks.

When you walked around in the streets with you she always walked behind you, looming over your shoulder. Sometimes you thought she would start barking if anyone came up to you. You slowed down a bit to match her pace before latching onto her arm.

Her body tensed at your touched and she looked down at you, though you didn't meet her gaze as you continued looking forward. The neon lights illuminating the angles of your face. She shook her head at your willingness to touch her, but didn't comment on it.

You felt the flex of her bicep when she tensed up at your fingers. Her arm was hot under your touch and you could feel the scars that littered her skin.

This became routine, when Sevika walked you home late at night she would get comfortable enough to drape her arm around your shoulder, her poncho sheltering you from the cold.

And yes, she started walking you home at night because she stayed in your office to keep you company whilst you did paperwork into the late hours. Saying, "Its the least I could do since you don't let me do it for you."

Lighting a cigarillo she sat on the couch, putting her feet up on the coffee table. The smoke wafted from her position to your nose, the smell oddly comforting.

When you groaned and dropped your head into your hands it was her queue to get up and pull your chair out from your desk.

"Its too late, you should get home."

Sometimes you'd fall asleep in at your desk, but this was no problem. Sevika would pick you up, gently as to not disturb you and carry you to your home. And she was careful to walk through quieter places in the city so that the hustle and bustle of people didn't wake you.

And yes she tucks you in.

If you really insisted on staying to do paperwork she would grumble a few curses but stay anyway.

You were starting to grow on her. Maybe being cuter than Silco gave you some brownie points.

thank you for reading ! if you sent an ask in the past few days, don't worry, I'm getting to them all :) I appreciate all the support !! ♡♡

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wilonevys · 8 months ago

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𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 (𝟏/𝟐)

the list of the smaus i've read and liked so far!

completed ✔️ - discontinued/on hold ❌ personal favourites 💎 - ongoing 🟩 - smut/nsfw 🔞

note: any smau that hasn’t been updated in over a year will be considered discontinued.

en- sunghoon and maknae line smau recs click HERE!

txt smau recs click HERE!

sorry for the tags!

links are under the cut!

hyung line/multiple

𓆩♡𓆪 « confident » ✔️ 💎 🔞 by @bambisgirl

SYNOPSIS. after graduating high-school and having a major glow-up over summer, you became more confident in yourself and got the title of the most popular girl at decelis university in your first week of freshman year. you instantly dethroned all of the sophomore girls, on top of being so pretty, kind, smart and sexy… girl you have it all. yet you’re still the same kind, naïve and funny y/n that can’t refuse anyone coming her way. after all, you know what they say… confidence makes a girl sexy but kindness is key!

𓆩♡𓆪 « no nut november » ✔️ 🔞 by @jayflrt

SUMMARY ▸ four men suppressing their carnal instincts for thirty days doesn’t sound plausible, but it’s no nut november, so victory is crucial. yet, there’s only one obstacle keeping lee heeseung, park jongseong, sim jaeyun, and park sunghoon from their prize: you. game on, boys.

𓆩♡𓆪 « to do: find a boyfriend » 🟩 by @seokgyuu

being single for three and a half years all of your friends are tired of your constant whining. while your girlfriends want you to just get laid, your boy-friends, on the other hand, just think you should pick one of them to date. ignoring them all, you instead decide to try out a dating app to find your match.

𓆩♡𓆪 « r u online? » ❌ (on hold) 💎 by @hoonvrs

SYNOPSIS seems like there’s a small problem between the four best friends when they each find themselves crushing on the same girl. now it’s left up to you to decide who’s your endgame.

𓆩♡𓆪 « zoom » ❌ 💎 🔞 by @enhas-bestie

SYNOPSIS: In which Y/N has a zoom meeting and it turns out that her TA! is incredibly hot. Things escalate. Chaos ensures.

lee heeseung

𓆩♡𓆪 « buy one, take me » ✔️ by @heeracha

synopsis: with his best friend asking him for help because said best friend was scared he wasn't "boyfriend material" enough, heeseung looks for flower shops for his best friend's girlfriend. thankfully, jake knows someone from the university who has an aunt that owns a flower shop, you. now, heeseung messages you and shyly, but shamelessly asks if he can get any promos or discounts to which you shamelessly answered him, "buy one, take me". heeseung doesn't pass on this, of course. after all, you are pretty damn cute.

𓆩♡𓆪 « you, me and the moon » ✔️ by @heeracha

synopsis: lee heeseung is a famous frat boy who is known to be mysterious since he would always stay at the corner to observe people passing by but he does not like the fact that his eyes would linger a little longer on you than he likes to admit because who the fuck is he kidding? you're way too good for him.

𓆩♡𓆪 « so sick ! » ✔️ 💎 by @yeonjunszn

summary: when your boyfriend of almost eight years cheats on you your senior year of university, you decide that you’re done with anything and everything to do with love. that is, until you meet a guy who sings love songs for a living.

𓆩♡𓆪 « hands on you » ✔️ 💎 by @thatfeelinwhenyou

IN WHICH; I-LAND 2 happened and you debuted first place as the leader of LUMIÈRE. Having been told that your group is involved in a lore crossover with ENHYPEN, you navigate work, friendship, and love while trying to make it in an industry filled with animosity and condemnation. When life throws you lemons, you gotta make lemonades chuck it right back!

𓆩♡𓆪 « the revenge pact » ✔️ by @boyfhee

synopsis: lee heeseung is the handsome yet good for nothing mysterious boy living a floor below you, who dropped out of college and is living quite a lavish life. when you get fired from your job, ending up struggling to make your ends meet and failing to pay the rent, heeseung offers you rather an eccentric proposal : pay the rent or be his girlfriend.

𓆩♡𓆪 « sugar daddy » ✔️ 💎 by @jayflrt

SUMMARY ▸ in which heeseung accidentally becomes your sugar daddy, but funding a sugar baby is hard when you’re a broke college student.

𓆩♡𓆪 « a stoner's guide to starbucks » ✔️ 💎 by @jayflrt

SUMMARY ▸ in which you work at the starbucks where heeseung is a regular at (and considered a public enemy). also he only goes when he’s stoned off his ass.

𓆩♡𓆪 « poison » ✔️ 🔞 by @onlyjaeyun

synopsis: new city, new people, a new life. after finally getting the chance to live your dreams, you're ready to close old chapters, only for a certain someone who's always been off limits to open again...

𓆩♡𓆪 « verboten » ✔️ 🔞 by @heesbaby

SYNOPSIS; a bad stroke of luck saw lee heeseung, your dads coworker, moving into your small apartment until he found his feet again. emotionally unavailable and a workaholic, you were going to try your absolute hardest to make him loosen up. even if it meant breaking a few of the house rules he'd set out.

𓆩♡𓆪 « anonymous » ✔️ 🔞 by @heesbaby

synopsis: heeseung had been your biggest supporter for months under the pseudonym ethan, sending you money in return for content and interactions. he stuck around, spending half his paycheck just for your attention, until the delusions of your work convinced him you were his.

𓆩♡𓆪 « a little dramatic » 🟩 by @heeliopheelia

yn: knock knock

heeseung: who's there?

yn: your annoying best friend

heeseung: your annoying best friend who?

yn: your annoying best friend who has to do a kissing scene in the school play but she's never been kissed before and needs you to teach her how to do it so that she doesn't make a fool out of herself in front of her crush

...in other words heeseung's down bad, yn is an idiot in denial and riki gives everyone a headache.

𓆩♡𓆪« trainees » 🟩 💎 by @hoonvrs

SYNOPSIS heeseung wasn’t known as ‘the ace’ for nothing, constantly ranking number one after every monthly evaluation. then suddenly a new name takentakes over first place — baek ‘Rin’, and heeseung doesn’t take lightly to competition.

𓆩♡𓆪 « fancam » ❌ 💎 by @bambisgirl

SYNOPSIS. you’re a rookie camerawoman for kpop music shows and you’re designed to film lee heeseung’s focused fancams for this enhypen comeback. you know he’s just an idol but… you spent $500 on a 4k mirrorless full frame 12.1 mp camera just to catch a better glimpse of him.

𓆩♡𓆪 « reality check » ❌ 💎 by @yunverse

SYNOPSIS › Shocked by the sudden revelations, yn realizes that she has been pulled into another world belonging to her favourite reverse-harem novel as the female lead’s best friend. Content with her new life, she excitedly watches from the sidelines knowing every single encounter in the novel would be unravelling right in front of her. However, as time goes on, she slowly comes to the horrifying realization that the characters she seemingly idolized are not who they seem to be.

𓆩♡𓆪 « nevertheless, (ft. park jay) » ❌ by @postalenha

SYNOPSIS, after a horrendous break up, you met a guy at a bar. you two instantly clicked and got close the whole night, so close that the two of you almost kissed. but you ran off, and planned to never see him again. but what will happen if one day, a commotion started at your university; girls going crazy over the new handsome guy in fashion design. and there you see the man standing with a butterfly tattoo on his nape. the same man from the bar, looking for you.

park jongseong

𓆩♡𓆪 « adore you » ✔️ 💎 by @enzenwriting

Summary: Debuting as BE:LIFT Lab’s next solo artist, you reunite with your best friend Jungwon in Enhypen! With the groups’ quick fondness towards you, a certain member is sure he adores you extra with brotherly and senior care! But what if Jay finds that this doting is unlike his feeling towards his younger members because he definitely does not want to kiss Yang Jungwon like he does to you?!

𓆩♡𓆪 « reparations » ✔️ (short smau) 💎 by @jayflrt

SUMMARY ▸ in which jay is a dog.

𓆩♡𓆪 « deuce! » ✔️ 💎 by @jaeminvore

summary: one may ask, what would happen if you put a prodigy and a hard worker in one room? Absolute chaos. Jay and Y/N absolutely hated each other’s guts. Having been rivals from middle school until present, it’s a cruel twist of fate that they ended up going to the same university years later. To make matters even worse, both have been selected as captains for the men’s and women’s volleyball team respectively.

The coaches, the managers—hell, both teams knew they had to put an end to this ridiculous beef as they were slowly tarnishing the esteemed reputation of both teams, but the question is: how?

𓆩♡𓆪 « strictly business » ✔️ 🔞 💎 by @onlyjaeyun

synopsis: two people, two different stories, two different hearts, one capital city. a story in which a young secretary from a small town manages to bring a new breath of fresh air into the life of seoul's most famous and untouchable ceo.

𓆩♡𓆪 « more than this » ✔️ 🔞 by @heesbaby

in a society where hybrid's were still made to feel like nothing, you wanted to show jay how much more he was worth

𓆩♡𓆪 « are you blackmailing me? » ✔️ by @liliansun

Synopsis: Jay has his eyes on you, but you couldn’t care less. When he finally musters up the courage to speak to you, you ask him about his friend instead. In attempts to salvage his chance, he agrees to help you if you help him in return.

𓆩♡𓆪 « 21st century girl » ✔️ 💎 by @hoonvrs

SYNOPSIS where jay 'claims’ he has a girlfriend but none of his friends believe him because how are you a girl in the 21st century and don't have any social media, right? and if you and jay continue to let them think your relationship is fake for entertainment purposes, nobody has to know.

𓆩♡𓆪 « yours forever in 786 » 🟩 🔞 by @jayflrt

SUMMARY ▸ after being blackmailed into accepting an assignment, jay park, a young private detective, is thrown back into college. this time, though, he’s at an ivy league and tasked to follow you to uncover what dark secrets your old money family is hiding. in doing this, jay must fraternize with your inner circle by joining a secret society called the "order of kryptos.” what he doesn’t realize is that the deeper he gets into his mission, the more he starts to lose himself.

𓆩♡𓆪 « knock me down » ❌ 💎 by @nekkodiaries

SUMMARY: park jay lives life as a hot-headed gamer by day and.. well.. still a hot-headed gamer by night— except he secretly goes by the name killstrike. after losing a pubg duo match, he finds himself trash-talking his teammate notursniper, who happens to be the mysterious classmate he's been admiring for over a year and more.

𓆩♡𓆪 « friendzoned » ❌ by @szniki

summary! - nishimura yn has been pining for her best friend jay park since 7th grade, but she’s well aware that jay will continue to be oblivious and had accepted that she’s stuck in the friendzone, that is until she befriends a foreign exchange student from australia and jay can’t help but feel jealous over how quick yn and her new friend are bonding

𓆩♡𓆪 « can i call you tonight? » ❌ by @heesbaby

yn needs money. that’s the only reason she keeps agreeing to babysit jay’s son each week. nothing was ever going to blossom out of it, not with jay - a workaholic 6 years older than her. she keeps telling herself that every time his smile lingers a little too long on his lips, but each time she dials his number into her phone, he picks up before the second ring.

𓆩♡𓆪 « nevertheless, (ft. lee heeseung) » ❌ by @postalenha

sim jaeyun

𓆩♡𓆪 « the world's a little blurry » ✔️ by @0x1lovebot

synopsis: having feelings for someone who’s in a relationship is already so hard to deal with. so imagine jake’s struggle when the taken girl that he’s had feelings for for years comes to him for help in physics. will he actually move on or will the lines start to blur between tutoring and romance?

𓆩♡𓆪 « doctors orders » ✔️ 💎 🔞 by @heesbaby

synopsis. jake was a little concerned by how often you were sat in his waiting room, but he couldn't deny how he searched his appointment list each morning hoping to see your name

𓆩♡𓆪 « after hours » ✔️ 💎 🔞 by @heesbaby

SYNOPSIS; jake sim, bassist of AFTERHOURS and all round terrible guy, so deep in his self absorbed world where everything went his way and everyone fell at his feet. he hardly noticed you moving in next door until he caught a glimpse of you in the hallway. completely uninterested in your neighbour, you did you best to ignore his advances. that was until you found yourself humming along to the songs he practiced every night.

𓆩♡𓆪 « hype boy » ✔️ 💎 🔞 by @onlyjaeyun

synopsis: after years of hiding himself in the responsibility of raising his youngest brother, jaeyun finally finds himself falling head over heels for the sweet college student from next door...

𓆩♡𓆪 « maybe we could be together » ✔️ 💎 by @jaeminvore

summary: in which Y/N has already accepted the fact that she will never be anything more than a best friend to Jake. She’s fine. She’s kept it all together for so long. However, Sunoo is a force to reckon with and he will do anything in his power to get Jake and Y/N together—Oh, and not to mention Sunoo really hates Jake’s current girlfriend, much to the annoyance of Y/N.

𓆩♡𓆪 « nights with you » ✔️ by @nvertheless

sypnosis — jake sim couldn’t sleep at night. with the stress of school taking over him he wasn’t able to fall asleep anymore.. until he gets recommend a nightly lofi channel to fall asleep to and it works really well for him.. not knowing your the owner of that nightly lofi channel.. and u possibly have the biggest crush on jake..

𓆩♡𓆪 « cigarettes » ✔️ 💎 by @hoonvrs

SYNOPSIS where university student jake develops a little crush on the girl he sees with a cigarette between her lips in the smoking area and decides he needs to impress her. how else would he do that except calling his smoker friend to teach him how to smoke ( spoiler: it doesn’t go so well. )

𓆩♡𓆪 « boomerang » ✔️ 💎 by @amakumos

SYNOPSIS: you and jake sim have always been academic rivals. it was always you against him for top of the class, and jake is sure that you two were made to hate each other. a couple years later when you debut and become an idol, you find yourself talking to him again - but it’s in a group chat with other aussie idols, and perhaps you realise that he isn’t that insufferable.

𓆩♡𓆪 « equation for disaster » ✔️ 💎 by @amakumos

SYNOPSIS — much to you and your boyfriend jake’s delight, there’s going to be a math championship for idols now. with both of you hellbent on winning, you two decide to be rivals again for just a little while. may the best star-crossed hater win. (the sequel to boomerang.)

𓆩♡𓆪 « collie duty » ✔️ by @filmbyjy

SYNOPSIS > being the new CEO to the ‘Sim Corp’ was hard and stressful. jake didn’t have much time to spend with layla and so he decides to get a dogsitter, you. though, you were originally already his secretary. how will dog sitting bring you two closer?

𓆩♡𓆪 « one note » 🟩 by @filmbyjy

SYNOPSIS > When you turned 18, you heard your best friend’s favourite song. Turns out, it was just one of the various signs to finding your soulmate. However, you couldn’t bring this up to jake. Not when he was in a happy relationship with your other best friend! Would you choose heartbreak or sacrifice your happiness for the sake of keeping the friendship

𓆩♡𓆪 « consequences of a one night stand » ✔️ 💎 🔞 by @luvyeni

( synopsis ). in which after a drunken hookup , y/n y/ln and are jake left with some heavy consequences and now they have to come to terms with it.

𓆩♡𓆪 « all about you » ✔️ by @heeliopheelia

synopsis: finding it harder and harder to keep your feelings hidden from one of your best friends, with each day you become more restless. with the confession constantly resting on the tip of your tongue, you wonder how much longer you’ll be able to keep your sweet secret to yourself. little did you know, the exact same question has been haunting jake’s mind, keeping him just as unsettled as you.

𓆩♡𓆪 « cat & dog » ❌ by @yeongwonie

SYNOPSIS a year after his notorious 10 months ending fairy, jake is confident that the occasional jokes and furry allegations have subsided. he's wrong, unfortunately, and no amount of teasing from his members could've prepared him for his ult—you—seeing the video.

𓆩♡𓆪 « lucid dream » ❌ 💎 by @yyunari

SYNOPSIS . many might recognize y/n as one of the most beloved and rounded 4th generation idols. being in aespa brought her a lot of popularity and made her really well known, especially for her talents and bubbly personality. when y/n becomes a music bank mc along with enhypen’s sunghoon, what will happen when she meets her old high school crush from back in australia?

𓆩♡𓆪 « cupid's cure » ❌ by @amakumos

synopsis. as the new admins of cupid’s corner, gunwook and eunchae make it their mission to get back some of the couples that jungwon’s girlfriend had unintentionally broken up. one of the couples on their list are you and jake sim, also known as the self proclaimed “rizzler of oz”. you haven’t talked to jake since the breakup — because one, you don’t think you’re quite over him yet, and two, you have zero reason to speak to him! that is, until eunchae works her “magic” — she decides to post a confession (apparently coming from jake himself), saying that he still loves you.

𓆩♡𓆪 « pinky promise » ❌ by @sunboki

THE LAST SUMMER you spent with Jake Sim was the beginning of a disaster and it all began with a pinky promise. You left Australia a few days before high school to become a trainee under BigHit Entertainment, sending you far away from home, from Jake. Well, you didn’t know it back then, but Jake had also come to Korea as a trainee a year later, and fate worked its magic when you’re both selected as KBS MC’s together. The pinky promise in question? A promise to be together till the end.

note: sunghoon and maknae line smaus will be on another post! tumblr being a bitch and doesn't let me add more links :(

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itertarot · 3 months ago

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TAROT | FUTURE SPOUSE

What will your future spouse find so sexy about you? +18

Pick an image:

Pile 1:

Your future husband’s heart will belong entirely to you. What you share will be more about love than carnal desire. He will adore you with a warmth that feels like home, he’ll want to take care of you, to cherish you as something precious. He’ll find your mind unbelievably sexy, your ideas, the way you express yourself. You’re different from everyone around you. There’s something uniquely captivating about you, and it will intrigue him endlessly. He’ll always wonder what goes on inside that brilliant head of yours. If you love shopping, it will make your future husband extremely happy. he might even join you at the mall just to watch you try on clothes. He’ll love spoiling you and seeing you enjoy his gifts. The way you take such good care of yourself is a huge turn on for him. He’ll adore spending on you and seeing you with the finest things. Your outfits, your jewelry, your perfume… he’ll love it all. Your confidence will drive him wild. he’ll find it irresistibly sexy.

When you take charge of a situation, the way you command with both grace and precision will amaze him. You don’t even have to try, you’re just naturally incredible. He’ll melt when you allow yourself to be vulnerable with him, when you show him your scars, share stories of your childhood, and let him into your innermost world. He’ll find your softness and strength equally intoxicating.

I don’t see him as overly kinky, he’ll prefer making love over just sex. His desires are deeply tied to emotion, making every moment intimate and tender. Your future husband will adore your spontaneity, the thrill of never knowing what you’ll do next. If you randomly spout an unexpected fact, he’ll love it. If you decide to go to the beach at 4:35 AM, he’s all in. Not knowing what your next move will be? That’s his favorite thing about you.

They adore your legs, especially if you’re tall or have that elegant, long-legged silhouette. Your skin drives them wild, so soft and radiant. Some might even have a thing for your feet, but most? Their real fetish is being your devoted servant. They’re mesmerized by your hair, the way it falls, the way it moves. Your back? A graceful curve they can’t resist tracing with their eyes (or hands). And lingerie? Absolutely lethal. When you spoil yourself, indulging in luxury, is pure seduction to them. Short dresses and heels? A combo they’ll never tire of. And when you play innocent just to tease them? Maddeningly sexy. If they’re an artist, prepare to be their eternal muse, they’ll sketch, make a big painting of you to put on their private museum.

Your breasts? Perfectly proportioned, not just to your body, but to your very essence. You’re a masterpiece, darling. But nothing turns them on more than your vulnerability. Even as they kneel at your feet, they know the truth, you hold all the power!! And that’s exactly how they love it.

Pile 2:

Your future spouse is deeply drawn to the way you move through the world with quiet strength and compassion. There's something incredibly attractive about how you offer kindness without expectation, the gentle way you listen, the safe space you create where people feel truly heard. They admire how you never minimize others' pain, but instead meet suffering with open arms and understanding. You're powerful, healing, and surprisingly sensual. What really captivates them is your strong moral character. You have this innate sense of justice that refuses to look away from unfairness, yet you're never quick to judge. They love watching you navigate conflicts, carefully considering all sides, seeking solutions that restore balance rather than escalate tension. That thoughtful approach, that commitment to doing what's right even when it's hard, makes them respect you deeply. Your patience is sexy. You look towards the future, planning, building, and creating stability. They find this long term vision incredibly sexy because it shows you're someone who stays, someone people can rely on. Also intellectually, you're endlessly fascinating to them. The way you constantly seek to learn and improve yourself, the curiosity you bring to conversations, the knowledge you've accumulated is very sexy from their pov.

They love your waist.

Your future spouse loves when you wear a bra or clothes that hint at what's underneath, that tease drives them crazy.

They're like your shoulders.

Some might have a thing for food fetish.

They love you complement them.

If they're taller, they adore how perfectly you fit against them.

Pile 3:

Your future spouse is deeply drawn to your traditional nature, not in an outdated sense, but in the way you honor commitment and create meaning in your relationship. They see you as the perfect partner, someone who embodies exactly what they’ve always longed for. You make a house a home, it’s not about chores or perfection, it’s the feeling you cultivate. Whether it’s the way you decorate, the warmth you bring, or the little rituals that make your space uniquely yours, they adore how you make your personality be seen through your home. Also if you both have dinner together with candles, they will love it. Your respect for partnership is everything to them. They feel complete with you, secure in knowing they chose someone who values loyalty as much as they do. The way you prioritize "us" over "me" makes them proud to call you theirs.

Your vulnerability is sexy.

They find it sexy when you let yourself feel pain in front of them

Trust them enough to cry in their arms

Share your deepest dreams and secret fears

That moment you come out of your shell? It’s amazing to them. They’re honored to be the only one you allow past your walls.

Your introversion is sexy.

Watching you get lost in hobbies.

How you are straightforward.

When you take the lead.

You lying down is sexy.

If you wear glasses they find it so sexy.

The way youre shy.

That tantalizing half covered look, sheet or towel artfully draped.

The way you trust them to let them fuck you

Your breast.

Some have a corruption kink.

They're big on giving you oral.

Pile 4:

Your future spouse is captivated by every part of who you are. your strength, your resilience, the way you’ve faced challenges and reinvented yourself time and time again. They admire how you never gave up, no matter how hard things got. Your sharp mind, your quick wit, your creativity, they find it all incredibly attractive. You have magic in your hands and an innovative spirit that sets you apart. You don’t just follow the crowd, you think for yourself, and that independence is something they deeply respect.

They’re in awe of how well you collaborate with others, the way you bring people together and make teamwork seem effortless. To them, you shine like the sun, you the center of their universe, someone they’d gladly spend a lifetime serving. In their eyes, you’re the main character, the one who commands attention without even trying.

They adore your fiery, bold, and self-assured nature, the way you carry yourself with confidence and grace. But they also love the softer side of you, the way you care for those you love, how you let your affection show when you feel safe enough to open up. To them, you’re their person, the perfect one, the ultimate girl in the world. Your mind fascinates them endlessly. They love when you suddenly switch topics mid conversation, how you effortlessly weave one thought into another. They find it charming when you say or do random things, when you’re completely and unapologetically yourself.

They like your breast. They like your belly. They love talking to you. They like your butt. They love your pussy, also heavy on oral. They love quando voce usa roupa de tecidos finos. They love your legs.

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sturniqlo · 9 months ago

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I CANT DO IT ALONE- CHRIS STURN

summary: while mom!y/n stays home with their littles all day, chris doesn't see how tired she is and he puts more pressure on her. BLURB

cw: cursing, ANGST; arguing, crying, exhaustion, FLUFF; kissing, comforting, resolved angst

an: not apart of my positive series | lowkey hate this | lowercase intended

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"daddy!" the littlest child, leslie, runs to the front door when she hears the door opening. "hey, les! how's my little girl?" chris smiles and locks the door behind him before kneeling down to pick up his daughter. "so so happy that you are home!" she squeals, wrapping his arms around his neck tightly. "yeah, i'm happy to be home too." he kisses her cheek.

"where are your siblings?" he refers to his five year old set of twins and his ten month old baby. "uhm- landon is watching a movie, lia is playing in our playroom and layla is sleeping." she says as chris walks them, and steps over some toys, towards the kitchen where he hears y/n shuffling around. "why don't you go get lia while i say hi to mommy." he puts her back on the floor.

"okay!" she nods, her pigtails swaying in the process. "lia! daddy is home!" the three year old goes up the stairs. chris enters the kitchen and sees his y/n preparing the twins' lunch for tomorrow. "hey, baby." he wraps his arms around her waist from behind. "oh, hey you're home." she turns her head and smiles softly at him. a tiredness in her eyes that chris doesn't seem to notice. "how was your day today?" she asks, going back to making the lunches.

"tiring," y/n almost a scoffs. "i had three meetings for future drops and filmed a video with nick and matt." he kisses her neck. "oh, well, i'm glad you're home now." she closes up the small containers. "hey, is it okay if-" she gets cut off by she yelling of leslie. "mom! lia won't give me the princess pjs!" she stomps into the kitchen. "these are mine!" lia comes in behind her, wearing the pink princess pajamas.

"leslie, you have the same exact ones in your closet." y/n says, opening the fridges and putting the lunches away. "no i don't! mine are dirty!" her lip quivers. "you didn't do the laundry today?" chris says, leaning against the island counter. "no, i had to go grocery shopping, clean the kitchen, our bathrooms, and i just washed everyone's bed sheets." she says, the girls still arguing.

"i'm sure you still had some extra time to do a load or two." he adds on. "no, chris. i had to take care of layla, she's still sick." she sighs, cleaning up a spill of juice from earlier. "hey, mom. can i stay up late and watch toy story 2?" landon comes in. "no landon, you have preschool tomorrow." y/n says for the third time today, he had asked her that earlier. "dad?" landon looks to chris. "of course you can, bud." he ruffles the boys' hair. "you're the best! see mom, dad lets me."

"chris, he has to wake up early tomorrow, he can't stay up late. it's almost time for bed." she looks at chris. "c'mon, just for today." y/n shakes her head. "no. kids, go brush your teeth." chris rolls his eyes at her stubbornness. "why are you being so strict?" he asks. "im not." she practically laughs. "just let landon stay up, tomorrow is friday anyway."

"exactly, he can stay up late tomorrow." she leaves the kitchen and chris follows. she walks into laylas bedroom and checks in on her. she had gotten sick two days ago. "oh my gosh!" chris whispers. "what?" she says. "i forgot to get the medicine for her yesterday." y/n shakes her head. "it's okay, i bought it today." y/n grabs a tissue from the changing table and cleans the snot from layla. "i'm sorry." he says. "it's okay, it happened already." she throws the tissue away and exits the room.

"did i do something? why are you mad." chris continues to follow her back downstairs. "stop it, chris!" she abruptly stops and turns to face him. chris stands there in shock at her sudden outburst. "just stop! i've had the most tiring days- weeks of my life! and you're here saying that you've had a tiring day all because of three meetings and filming video?"

before chris could say anything back, one of the kids upstairs called for y/n. "mom! she spit on me!" y/n sighed and turned back around going back up the stairs to resolve whatever was going on. chris decided to go back into the kitchen and look for the dinner y/n had mentioned earlier.

chris ate dinner alone while y/n was upstairs putting the kids to sleep. he cleaned his used dishes before going upstairs to his bedroom. "wanna tell me what that was all about?" he said when he saw y/n putting on the bedsheets she had washed. "lia had spat on landon." she said. chris shook his head. "not that, i'm talking about what you had said earlier." he walked closer and picked up a pillow along with a clean pillow cover.

"i don't want to talk about it." she mumbled, going back to putting on the bedsheet. "why not, there's clearly something bothering you." he pushes on. "you want to know what's bothering me chris?" she pauses. "i feel like i'm raising these kids all by myself. you're never home! you leave before the twins wake up for school, and you don't return until they're going to bed! on the weekends it's the same!"

"i'm working, you know that." chris says sternly. "i understand that, chris. but does it hurt to take at least one day off? just one day to spend time with them? just one weekend?" she runs a hand though her hair, frustrated. "do you not understand that i'm working my ass off for us! for our kids! for their futures!"

"i know that chris, but you have the privilege to choose to work from home- to stay home and you don't use it!" chris rolls his eyes. "you have the most easiest job in the world, you just watch the kids play, feed them and change laylas diapers!" he raises his voice.

"you're kidding right?!" she scoffs. "you think taking care of four kids alone is easy? i make them breakfast, i take the twins to school, i have to buckle all four of them in the car even with two of them are crying, i have to give a toddler and a baby my attention at the same time, i teach les basic things, i have to clean the whole house, i do the laundry, i cook, i take the trash out, i change diapers, i pick the twins up from school, i help the twins with their homework, i shower all four, i get them ready for bed, i break up arguments, i deal with their tantrums. im tired chris. i have no time for myself."

"i love those kids with all of my heart, but you promised me, chris. you promised me that we would raise them together! it seems like i'm raising them all by myself. and i understand that you're providing financially for us- for them, but i need your help in a non-financial way." she feels tears racing down her face. she didn't even know she was crying.

"y/n.." chris had never realized she was feeling like this. he felt bad, he hated that he never saw this. she was right, he was always there, but never there. he doesn't remember the last time he actually sat down with his children and played with them. "i- i don't know if you actually care about what i just said, but ive kept it in for so long i thought i'd let you know how i feel." with that, she turns around and walks to their bathroom and shuts the door.

chris sighs and runs a hand through his hair, taking it all in. "mom!" he hears one of his kids yell for their mom. without hesitation, he sits up and goes to who was yelling. "layla? you okay?" he sees that her door was the only one cracked open. "daddy?" she whispers. "it's me, why're you crying, sweetheart?" he takes a seat on her small bed when he sees her cheeks are damp with tears. "i- why are you and mommy yelling at each other?"

chris' heart breaks when he hears that his daughter heard them arguing. "we just- we had a little argument- just like you and your siblings have sometimes. but, everything is okay. i promise." the little girl smiles at the reassurance. "oh, okay."

"would you like me to take you and your brother to school tomorrow?" he says after he had been laying with her for sometime. "really?" she gasps. "of course!" he says. "will we pass for donuts? mommy always takes us every friday to get donuts for breakfast." she plays with the hem of his shirt. "we can, does mommy get a donut for herself?" she nods. "mhm, she likes the strawberry sprinkles, she told us you bought one for her on her birthday a long time ago." chris laughs at the exaggeration. "wasn't that long ago, just seven years ago."

chris recalls the time when they had just started dating, it was her birthday and he bought her a strawberry frosted donut with sprinkles and stuck a candle on it. "that's so far ago." she giggles.

he had stayed with her until she fell back asleep again. quietly, he exited the room and gently shut the door behind him. chris headed back to his bedroom where the soft glow of the lamp lit up the room. "babe, are you sleeping?" he says, closing the door and walks over to the bed where y/n is currently laying down. "no." she says and sits up on her shoulder. her hair a bit damp, chris knew she never liked to fully dry her hair with the blow dryer. "can we talk? i don't want to argue, i hate arguing." he tosses his shoes off and situates himself next to her.

"okay." she grabs her glasses off of the side table since she doesn't have her contacts in. they sit in silence for a bit until chris decides to talk first. "'m sorry you've been feeling this way. and- and i cant believe i didn't take notice. i mean everything was right in front of me. i'm never home, you're always alone with the kids, you're constantly tired. i- i'm so sorry, babe. i never meant to make you feel like this- to put you through this."

"it's- it's okay chris. i know you've been so busy with the new drop and everything. but, i just want to let you now that i'm not asking you to drop everything and stay home with us forever, just asking you to take a few days off during the week. i miss you, the kids miss you." chris wraps his arm around y/n and pulls her into his chest.

"'m sorry, 'm so sorry. i'll stay home until wednesday, when i have to film, how's that sound, hm?" he presses a kiss to her forehead. "really?" she looks up at him. "of course, anything for you." he says and lays them both down. "chris!" she squeals.

"let me love on my wife!" he kisses her neck up to her lips. "how about i take you out on saturday night? we take the kids to matt and nicks house. and we go to a nice restaurant and come back here for the night?" he pecks her lips. "i would love that." she hums, kissing him back. they lie together on the bed for a while until y/n speaks up.

"as much as i love being like this, you know i hate outside clothes on the bed." she tugs on his shirt. "i knew i couldn't get away with it." he sighs and kisses her lips before getting up. "i'll be in the shower, choose a movie for when i get out."

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fluentmoviequoter · 1 year ago

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Not So Grumpy

Requested Here!

Edit: Read Part 2 Here >

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!wife!pregnant!reader

Summary: Tim is grumpier than usual, and when you decide to visit him at the station, the rookies get an idea of why.

Warnings: pregnant reader. fluff!

Word Count: 1.8k+ words

A/N: Softie Tim? Softie (and clingy) Tim. This takes place sometime during seasons 1-2.

“Don’t start,” Tim says, sitting beside Angela.

“Whoa, okay,” she replies with a laugh. “Glad to see you’re in such a good mood.”

“That sounds like starting.”

Angela puts her hands up, smiling as she turns away from Tim. “Chen, good luck.”

Tim rolls his eyes, wishing his mornings could go differently. It’s been several weeks of his persistent bad mood, and everyone who has to deal with him is curious about what’s causing it.

“Bradford, can I- could I maybe get you something?” Lucy offers softly.

“No.”

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You wake up curled against Tim’s side, his arm extended over your waist. His alarm is going off, and he’s smacking the nightstand beside him in a poor attempt to turn it off.

“You have to go to work,” you remind him, kissing his cheek as you move farther up in the bed.

“I’m good,” he replies, sighing as he finds his phone and turns the sound off. “Right here.”

He rolls closer to you, his hand sweeping over your stomach as he looks into your eyes. Tim can be persuasive, but you’ve gotten used to this routine over the last few weeks.

“I’d love for you to stay, I really would, but I don’t think your boss would appreciate it,” you say.

Tim groans, pressing his face against your neck as his arm tightens around you.

“You got clingy,” you tease, running your fingers through his hair and gently scratching his scalp.

“And you won’t let me stay,” Tim mumbles.

“It’s not my fault you wanted to be a cop.”

“You would-“ Tim pauses, sitting up so you can hear him. “You would deprive me of staying at your side during a time like this?”

Chuckling at his dramatics, you push your hand against Tim’s shoulder in a pointless attempt to move him away from you.

“Tim, baby, you see me all the time.”

“Not enough. I’m going to come home one day, and there will be a toddler running around, but I won’t remember any of this.”

You close your eyes and lean back against your pillow. “You have to go to work today so you can come to the doctor with me on Friday, right? Just think about that.”

“I can’t. I can only think of you.”

“You start a family and suddenly you’re the most romantic, clingy guy in the world. Where’d the grump go?”

Tim doesn’t reply as he tries to pull you closer. Rolling away from him, you leave him no choice but to get up and go to work. His disappointed sigh makes you frown; you know he’s being dramatic to cover up how he feels.

“Tim,” you call, sitting up as he walks to you. “I’m sorry. I love you, and I really do want you here as much as possible.”

“I know. It’s just harder than I thought it would be.”

You nod, tilting your chin up in a silent request for a kiss. Tim smiles, shaking his head as he bends to meet you. You pull back before he risks getting distracted.

“The grump is back now,” Tim mumbles.

“Hey! Be nice today,” you call after him.

Tim doesn’t reply, and you know he’ll deny ever hearing you say such a thing.

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Tim slams the door as he exits the shop. Standing with his hands on his hips, he looks at the flat tire before glancing at Lucy.

“I didn’t see it,” she begins, her voice rushed and apologetic.

“Because you weren’t paying attention,” Tim snaps.

“But I-“

“How do you expect to graduate to short sleeves if you can’t even drive, boot?”

“It wasn’t my fault; there was something in the road!”

“Call dispatch,” Tim demands.

“What’s the protocol for this?”

Tim remains silent, leaning against the side of the shop as Lucy racks her brain for the proper procedure. As she radios dispatch and explains the situation, Tim grows grumpier. He’s stranded in a subdivision of Los Angeles with a flat tire that could have been avoided instead of home with you. His conviction about being a cop wanes each moment he’s away from you.

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Even without seeing the worst of it, you can tell Tim’s attitude has changed lately. His fellow officers and the rookies have been dealing with the grumpiest version of Tim they’ve ever experienced, but you see the clingy, emotional, loving side of whatever is making him act so differently.

After doing a few small chores, which Tim will tell you not to do again, you get ready and decide to pay him a visit at the station. You want to see how he is doing.. mostly, you miss him and want an excuse to see him and hug him.

As you get in your car, you consider calling Tim to ensure he’s at the station and has time for a visitor. He has been protective of you since you met, but it has changed and increased since getting married and throughout the early months of your pregnancy. You shrug, putting your phone away after electing to surprise him instead.

✯✯✯✯✯

“It would be great if one of you could remember that you’re a police officer!” Tim yells, looking between Nolan, Lucy, and Jackson. “Now you’ve got nothing to say? No excuses? Well maybe you should review those rook books before going out on patrol again.”

He turns quickly, prepared to storm away and find a private place to calm down. When he freezes, the rookies look at one another in confusion. Nolan prepares to speak, and Lucy shakes her head to stop him, unwilling to get yelled at again so soon.

“What are you doing here?” Tim asks.

You step into the bullpen with a smile as Tim rushes to your side.

“Missed you,” you whisper.

“Is that- is she-“ Nolan stutters.

“Pregnant? Yeah. And Tim is… smiling?” Jackson adds.

Lucy gasps, moving in front of Nolan to see better. It’s true: Tim is standing as close as he can, with one hand laid protectively over your stomach while he smiles down at you. His grumpiness, which has made being a rookie nearly unbearable recently, is completely gone, vanished at the sight of you.

“You shouldn’t be up walking around,” Tim frets.

“Then I probably shouldn’t tell you I cleaned the kitchen, huh?” you reply.

Tim shakes his head, his thumb brushing over the swell of your baby bump as he leans forward to kiss your forehead.

“Are you feeling okay?” Tim asks softly.

You smile, moving your chin to gesture to your left. Tim’s brows pinch as he turns, glaring at the rookies until they look away, turning to one another in a fake conversation.

“I’m not going to survive this afternoon,” Tim tells you.

“You’ve been grumpy and mean,” you accuse.

“Look, they’re going to annoy me all afternoon. Stay with me? You can do a ride along. Oh! Or you could go into labor so I can stay home with you for a few days.”

“As great as that sounds, I’m going to pass. I’d like to have a healthy baby when the time is right, not on your schedule, grumpy.”

Tim frowns, his hands on either side of your bump.

“But, I promise to be waiting for you the moment you get home,” you add. “And, maybe, if you just tell them the truth, it won’t be so bad.”

“You’ve never dealt with a boot. Or Angela Lopez.”

“Just because you won’t introduce me.”

“For good reason.”

You smile, raising your chin again before Tim kisses you quickly.

“Be careful going home. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

Tim watches you leave, waiting until you’re out of sight to turn back toward the rookies. He jerks back slightly when he sees Lucy standing right beside him.

“She’s so cute! You’re so cute together! Why haven’t you mentioned her, Tim?” Lucy gushes. “And where do you hide that guy that was with her? I’ve never met that Tim.”

“And you won’t,” he promises.

“I think he leaves that side of Tim with her,” Nolan adds.

Tim’s jaw clenches. It’s true, he knows, but he doesn’t want details of his personal life to become an accepted topic for the rookies. He raises his hand, and they silence.

“Just- leave it alone for now, and I will introduce you the next time she visits,” he offers.

As he says it, he makes a mental note to ask you not to visit without warning so he doesn’t have to follow through. The lie is the only way to have peace while in the vicinity of the rookies.

“I can’t believe you’re going to be a dad,” Jackson muses.

“You’re having a kid?” Angela yells, running down the stairs and grabbing Tim’s arm.

Tim grumbles something unintelligible under his breath before saying, “Yes.”

“Boy or girl?”

“Don’t know yet.”

“If it’s a girl, Angela is a great name.”

“Oh, trust me, I’ve got a long list of names that are an absolute no-go,” Tim replies, looking between the rookies and Angela.

“How did you figure this out?” Angela asks Lucy.

“She – who is she?” Lucy begins before realizing that she never heard who you are to Tim.

“My wife,” Tim mutters.

“You’re married?!” Angela and Nolan ask together.

Angela slaps Tim's shoulder, frowning when he looks at her with his eyebrows raised.

“I thought we were friends.”

“What gave you that impression?”

Angela gasps, covering her heart with her hand.

“Uh, Tim?” you ask, standing behind him.

He turns toward you quickly, and Angela’s eyes widen as she looks at you.

“Yeah?” he asks kindly, yet another surprise.

“Can you come with me for a second?” You notice the small crowd behind him, officers who seem more interested in you than anything else. “Hi,” you say, waving at them.

“It is so nice to meet you,” Angela begins, stepping toward you before Tim blocks her way with his arm.

“We’ll do introductions later,” Tim says, putting his arm around you and leading you away.

“I’m holding you to that!” Lucy yells.

Tim leads you into an empty interview room, his eyes searching yours. You take his hand, laying it on your stomach. Something happened when you heard his voice earlier, and you want to share it.

“Say something,” you request. “Anything.”

“I love you,” Tim answers.

His eyes widen as he feels the movement of a kick against his hand. He squats before you, moving his hand under your shirt.

“You know who I am, don’t you?” he asks.

You feel another kick, laughing at how your baby already has Tim wrapped around its finger.

“You promised to make introductions,” you say, interrupting Tim’s conversation with your stomach.

Tim stands, cupping your face in his hands and kissing you. Breathless, you push against his chest as you break away.

“You were right,” you admit. “It would be nice to have you home more.”

“We did it,” Tim whispers, his eyes dropping to your bump.

“I feel like I’m interrupting something,” you mumble.

Tim chuckles, rubbing your back as he leads you to the door.

“Introductions, and then we’re going home,” Tim explains. “Names and nothing more.”

“I would expect no less, Officer Bradford.”

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myth1cs · 5 months ago

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Our Love is Pure (Yu Ji-min (Karina) x M!Reader)

Hey its been a while huh? Anyways here's Karina smut

Word Count: 2,473

"So, the final question for you two. Both of you are lovers in "Crime Scene Season 2" but the fans are dying to know what you guys are to each other off screen. Are you guys friends, just coworkers, or dating?"

"We are ... very close." Karina responded. She made it a point to respond that way. After all both of you were told to act romantically in front of the media by your boss. Many people liked to speculate whether you and Karina were dating off screen and rather than deny it you guys were told to just "entertain" the idea without actually confirming anything.

"Alright well that concludes the interview. Thank you both for taking time out of your day to come out. And remember to catch the season finale of "Crime Scene Season 2" at 3pm Thursday."

"And cut!"

"Phew well I think that went well. Again I want to thank you both for agreeing to come to this interview. Make sure to travel safely okay?"

"We will."

After the interview ended you and Karina made your way out of the building to a company car. Once you both got in the driver started to drive.

"I think that went well Y/N."

"I'm exhausted Karina I don't think I can do a fan meeting after this. And this makeup is irritating my skin."

Being an actor wasn't easy for you. This was your first big production where you got to be one of the main leads and of course the show became a hit. You thought it was cool at first, many people would get excited seeing you, people took photos with you, and there were many positive comments on social media about you. It was all something that you loved at first.

However it didn't take long for you to get annoyed by all the attention you were getting. You couldn't go out shopping anymore without going out in disguise and as the show became ever more popular the more obligations you had to do as promotion for the show. Karina wasn't new to acting and she often tried to take care of you.

Karina pulled out a makeup remover wipe out of her purse and started to lightly remove some of your makeup on your face.

"If anyone asks I didn't remove part of your makeup."

"Thank you Karina. And don't worry my lips are sealed."

As Karina started to remove some of the makeup off your face you felt butterflies on your stomach. You knew that you shouldn't, you were an actor and being in a relationship was prohibited. But you couldn't help yourself. Remembering those times when you and Karina shared a kiss on camera for the first time made your cock throb a bit. She was really everything you could ever want in a woman. From her personality to her figure everything was just perfect.

The more days of filming that went by it got harder to keep up this "Pure" feeling of love with her.

"Guys we're here."

Both of you arrived at the fan meeting event. Security led you both to a back entrance and you started to change clothes before going out to the fan meeting event.

You got to meet many people from many ages. While you were tired you tried to keep up a happy mood for your fans.

Everything was going fine until a fan asked a certain question.

"Y/N are you dating anyone?"

Before you could respond with something cliche like "My fans are my boyfriend/girlfriend." Karina got up from her seat, made her way to you, and wrapped her arms around you.

"Well I don't think Y/N is currently looking for love. If he was then I think I would know right Y/N?"

She squeezed you tighter and rested her chin on your neck. Of course this got people riled up.

After the event was over both you and Karina were taken to an apartment. Since you both had to attend a variety show the next day the company decided it would be best to keep you two together instead of separating you two and needing two different drivers to take you both to the same location.

Both of you started to clean up and get ready to go to bed. You and Karina took off the makeup the stylists had put on and then took turns using the shower.

Now both of you were relaxing in the living room on your phones with the T.V playing some cooking show for background noise.

A few gossip articles were written about this situation already and it hasn't even been 24 hours.

"Y/N you have to hear about this title it's called "Y/N and Karina are dating?! New breaking information!" It's stupid right? I act a little clingy and people act like I proposed to you."

You let out a fake laugh "Yeah ... it's crazy."

Karina put her phone down and made her way over to your side. She put her hand on your shoulder.

"Y/N what's wrong, is the stress getting to you?"

You leaned your head onto Karina's shoulder. She grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to her.

"I just don't know how to feel about something."

"They say that repressing is a bad thing. You should come out and say it. I promise I won't judge you Y/N."

You lifted your head up and looked into the eyes of Karina. You wanted to tell her - your love - but you feared that if you told her and she rejected you then it would make things awkward further on. Besides what if Karina reported you for trying to get in a relationship with her when you were both strictly told that it was off limits.

"I'll tell you one day."

"That's no fun Y/N. Stop trying to deal with everything yourself. We've been actors hanging out with each other for so long now. Are you telling me you don't trust me after everything that we've been through?"

"Jimin-"

"Fine be that way Y/N. If you want something don't come ask me." Karina left the living room and started heading for her room.

"Fuck."

You weren't used to being on bad terms with Karina. In fact you've both have never been on bad terms until now. As much as you wanted to be honest with her, telling her your feeling wasn't an option was it?

Unsure of what to do you went to your own room and laid down on your bed. Twisting and turning thinking about what you should be doing. You pulled out your phone and went through your contacts.

"Mom? no, Mina? She's probably still at work at this hour, Jihyo? she's probably hanging out with her boyfriend, Sana?"

You settled with calling Sana. You knew she was probably sleeping at this hour but you didn't have any other choice. You were desperate for advice.

"H- Hello?"

"Y/N do you have any idea what hour this is?"

"Sana this is personal."

"Just talk to Karina about it."

"It's actually about her."

Sana sighed and you heard her sitting up on her bed.

"What's happened?"

"I've kinda developed feelings for Karina. But I'm worried that she'll report me for it since we're not supposed to be in relationships. Even if she just rejects me then it'll be awkward between us from now on."

"Is that all Y/N?"

"Yeah."

"Okay well she probably feels betrayed that you won't trust her, so you want to know what I'd advise you? You should get your ass up and go tell her your feelings."

"But-"

"I don't know Karina like you do but I know she won't report you for something like this. If she rejects you just go back to being friends. It'll only be awkward if you make it awkward."

Before you had the chance to respond Sana hung up the phone. You tried calling her back but it just went to voicemail.

As much as you didn't want to admit it Sana was right.

You got up and went to Karina's room. You stood outside of her door and put your hand on the handle. After taking a few deep breaths you mustered up the courage to open the door.

To your surprise you didn't see Karina at first. But then you noticed her standing outside on the balcony overlooking the view of the city.

You made your way to the balcony and saw her wearing a pink top with a pink jacket. You noticed she was also drinking some alcohol.

"Jimin what are you doing?"

"Just thinking Y/N."

"Look about earlier-"

"If you don't want to tell me that's fine. I'm over it, I shouldn't overstep your boundaries." Karina said as she took a sip of her alcohol.

"No it's not fine. I owe it to you, besides it related to you."

"It relates to me?"

"Jimin... I- I love you."

Karina's eyes widened. She walked over to you, standing in front of you. Her chest was almost pressed up against yours and you did your best not to look down at them.

"You know I could get you fired over this right? You know you're still a rookie and we're not supposed to be dating right?"

"I- I know."

Karina looked over your body before reaching your face and smiling. She put her hand on your shoulders again.

"For an actor you suck ass at acting you know."

"Wh- what?"

"I can tell you want to look at my breasts. Your not good at hiding it."

"Uhm~"

"Go ahead Y/N touch them."

You weren't sure if it was the alcohol in her system or if she was just naturally this straight forward. Probably a mix of both, but you weren't complaining.

"Shouldn't we go inside?"

"We're at the highest floor Y/N. Nobody can see us up here."

You looked around the surrounding area and realized that the closest building that was actually at a similar height was far away. If you did it up here nobody would know.

Karina dropped her jacket leaving her in her top. She let out a breath and you could smell alcohol from it.

"Did you think I was that butt hurt about you not telling me your "secret"?"

"W- wait did you-"

"Yup."

Karina wrapped her arms around you and pulled you in close to her. Your lips got pressed up against hers. Karina's tongue went into your mouth and her tongue started to rub against yours.

You attempted to take off Karina's top off but before you could do so she pulled away from you.

"Wait Y/N... before I forget to tell you I actually got a message from our director-"

"Jimin, I don't fucking care."

You pulled Karina back on to you and started to kiss her neck. Karina moaned as you started to leave love marks on her. She put her hands under your shirt and started to draw small circles on your stomach.

Her soft chest was pressed against you and it was making you hard. Karina reached her hands down at your erection and started to rub your cock.

"You get so damn pent up over my breasts huh?"

Unable to resist any longer you pushed your face onto Karina's clothed breasts. It made your erection harder and it made Karina smile.

You started to take her top off and got a view of Karina's bare chest. Her pink nipples got hard as they were exposed to the cold air breeze.

"Want something to warm you up Karina?"

She nodded at your comment.

Attaching your mouth to Karina's nipples you alternated from her left to right as you licked and sucked them.

While this was happening Karina was starting to take your pants off. Your hard cock sprung out of its confinement. It was bigger than Karina had imagined it being.

She rubbed your tip which made you start leaking pre-cum. Not letting it go to waste Karina used your pre-cum as a lubricant and got it all over her hand to start to pump your cock.

You started groaning as Karina's hand felt perfect wrapped around your cock. You couldn't help yourself but shove your face deeper on Karina's breasts. As much as you loved her breasts you still had so much more to play with, you reached out for Karina's ass and gave it a firm squeeze making her yelp.

"Agh~"

Karina started to fondle with your balls and your grip on her tightened. Your hands wandered to the waistband of Karina's pants and you started to remove them. Her pants fell to the floor leaving her completely naked outside.

You started to rub her pussy lips and her clit. Both of you trying to make the other cum first.

Since Karina has already been pumping your cock for a while you were the one to ejaculate first. Some of your cum got on Karina's stomach and some dripped onto the floor. You felt bad for the janitor who would have to clean it up later but that wasn't your concern for the moment.

Karina didn't let you cumming stop her. She continued to pump your cock making it hard again. You pushed her hands away and got down to your knees to start licking her pussy. Your tongue being covered in her sweet juices, Karina moaned as your tongue was shoved deeper in her. She was tighter than you thought she'd be but you continued to shove your tongue deeper.

"Y/N I'm going to cum!"

Quickly pulling your tongue out you made her bend over on the railing to the balcony. You shoved your hard cock into Karina's warm pussy. Now you were frantically thrusting in and out so you could cum alongside her.

You reached your hands for Karina's breasts and started to squeeze them. Karina's eyes rolled back loving the feeling you were giving her.

"Imagine if everyone down there could see us. What would they say?"

Karina's pussy tightened as she thought about your words. She felt a rush at the thought that others could see her being fucked and they could do nothing but watch.

"I'd love that."

"Maybe we should ask for us to have a sex scene during our show."

Both of you came not long after. Semen spilled onto the floor but a bit of it was on your cock.

"Let me clean that up for you Y/N."

Karina got onto her knees and started to suck you clean. You almost ejaculated again but you were able to hold yourself back.

After picking up your clothes both of you headed for the shower to get yourselves cleaned up for the variety show the next day.

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I've been busy writing smut for another fandom. But I'm finally back.

Starring: You Karina (Aespa)

#girl group smut #kpop smut #smut #aespa #aespa smut #karina smut #kpop gg #kpop fanfic #aespa fanfic #yu jimin

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sharlsworld · 11 months ago

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༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆ baby love - 𝐋𝐍𝟒 𖤓

（ 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 ）𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝗑 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗓 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

（ 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒 ）𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾，𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾

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yn the past 2 days

landonorris baby love my baby love

⤷ yn i need ya, oh how i need ya

⤷ alex_albon just date already please

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⤷ landonorris 😏

⤷ yn not yet

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francisca.cgomes is that another lando shopping spree i see?? 👀

⤷ yn yurppp

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⤷ yn stay mad

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⤷ lordperceval i love how a lot of her nicknames have baby in them 😭

maxfewtrell Why’s bro hanging out of the golf cart

⤷ yn fattie almost tipped us over

♥︎ by landonorris

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landonorris supposed to be in a meeting but my baby love got bored

mclaren The meeting is about you Lando, please join immediately

⤷ landonorris no hablo inglés

judebellingham 😍😍

⤷ landonorris brah 😐

carlossainz55 Please return my baby sister unharmed and in one piece please

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⤷ yn you’re the reason why 😉

alex_albon My invite must’ve gotten lost in the mail or something

⤷ georgerussell63 Mine too

⤷ yn or something

maxfewtrell Why don’t you skip meetings for me lando norris?

estiebestie ‘my baby love’ will never get tired of hearing him call her that 🥹

oscarpiastri Yeah mate I just got a ass chewing for you being so down bad

⤷ danielricciardo So down bad for a girl you’re not even dating

⤷ landonorris Alright bro who asked you??

charles_leclerc I know that smile, she just got her fries and milkshake delivered

⤷ landonorris whatever dude. what. ever.

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landonorris heaven on earth

yn awhh lan you sweet talker

alexandrasaintmleux Correct 😍❤️

charles_leclerc “Did you take it?”

⤷ arthur_leclerc “Does it look candid?”

⤷ yn it’s like you guys are praying on my downfall idk

oscarpiastri I’m afraid she had you wrapped around her finger mate

⤷ carlossainz55 Like a puddle in the palm of her hand

⤷ sainzpoet hello??

lilymhe Sooo pretty I’m in love 💕

⤷ landonorris no I’M in love not you lily

alex_albon Petition for lando and y/n to start dating already

⤷ landonorris i’ll be waiting for whenever she’s ready

⤷ yn grwm

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francisca.cgomes giving mermaid 🧜‍♀️🧜‍♀️

logansargeant Is that my paddle board?

⤷ yn of course not why would you think such a thing logan…

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landonorris first date kinda nervousss

carlossainz55 And we all clapped

alexandrasaintmleux The sigh I just sighed

maxfewtrell Oooh going for the elegant look I see 😉

landoonewin SCREAMINGRIGHTNOW

georgerussell63 Looking like a million bucks

charles_leclerc Cheeee lookin snazzy

francisca.cgomes for sure giving old money

alex_albon someone cleans up nice

oscarpiastri Bro manifested this

estiebestie i love that everyone is freaking out because lando wore a suit 😭😭

carmenmmundt Can’t wait to hear all about it from my babayyy

yn 🙉🙉 i got ready guys

pierregasly Don’t forget deodorant

landonorris why is everyone acting like this is my first time taking a girl out

⤷ carlossainz55 This is your first time taking THE girl out

⤷ landonorris you right

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yn first & last boyfriend

landonorris DAMN STRAIGHT

landonorris LANDO NORIZZ WHO? I DONT KNOW RHAY GUY

landonorris ON TOP OF THE WORLD RIGHT NOW YOU GUYS DONT UNDERSTAND

carlossainz55 ❤️❤️❤️

alexandrasaintmleux Yess babyyy so so happy for you love 💞

alexandrasaintmleux Leo is very happy too

⤷ yn awhhh stop i miss you two

carmenmmundt Proud to say that I’ve been here since day 1❣️

francisca.cgomes an official wag instead of an honorary one now!!!

lilymhe I guess it’s okay only because he’s been dedicated forever

lilyzneimer 🩵🩵

alex_albon lando’s having a field day

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landonorris i’d wait a million more lifetimes for you baby love 🤍

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carlossainz55 But why is that picture in your camera roll Lando Norris?

⤷ landonorris april fools!!! hahaha!!! 😥

charles_leclerc Got the girl

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mclaren We love to see the progress of this beautiful love story 🧡

alexandrasaintmleux This is so cute

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danielricciardo At last

yn of course 💓

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I Got That Good D*ck, Girl, You Didn’t Know? (Toji x F!Reader 18+ One Shot)

"Fuck you, Toji."

"Only if you pay me, doll. You won't regret it."

Pairing: Escort!Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader (Roommates to FWBs/Lovers)

Synopsis: Your asshole roommate and his interesting yet effective occupation are starting to keep you up at night...mostly because of how horny you are hearing him fuck his clients through your paper-thin walls. Lucky for you, your roomie knows just what to do to apologize for keeping his favorite working girl up and make you understand why so many people put in big bills for him and his business.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+; Voyeurism; Masturbation (Alone & Mutual); Pervy!Reader; Sexual Tension; Coercion; Dubcon/R*pe; Cocky, Mean MDom!Toji x fsub!Reader; Toji Got a Big Ol' Dick; Sex Toy; Oral (Giving & Receiving); Spit on Pussy; Facefucking; Multiple Positions (Mating Press & Doggy); Feet on the Bed; LOUD Sex; Reader Cums 2x; Cum on Ass; Some Aftercare

Writer's Note: A bitch has been SO busy with work & school plus commissions, but I hope y'all enjoy this lil something about Toji's toxic, big dick havin' ass. I was listening to the Biggie song down below & started thinking about Toji lmaoo so this came to be. Enjoy! -Jazz

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"OH, TOJI, YES! HARDER!"

The woman's piercing voice drifts through your bedroom wall right above your head, accompanied by the annoying banging of the headboard repeatedly hitting the wall. Luckily, your head is in your pillow so you can't feel any of the wood pounding against your skull.

But damn, if this lady's shrill moans and screams aren't starting to give you a headache. You tired stare up at the ceiling to your bedroom as you have been for the past hour now since this stranger arrived at your shared apartment and ventured with your roommate to his bedroom that happens to be right next to yours.

You knew what the drill was. You always have. Your year-long roommate, Toji, is known for having "lady callers" blowing up his phone and coming at random hours of the night to "spend time with him".

Whether these ladies are clients or just partners for the evening, you have no idea. But you don't care either. None of that matters when all of them are loud as fuck and disturbing your sleep cycle.

"Yeah?" Toji teasingly asks, his deep, rasped voice drifting through your thin bedroom walls. "You like it like this, ya little slut?"

"No," you groan in a response. The mystery lady, whom you only know from her previous giggles when Toji was chatting her up with wine and extensive, colorful vocabulary when he was eating her pussy earlier, only mews in response.

This is enough to make Toji pound her faster, making the bedsprings creak and the headboard pound harder against the wall. The woman's moans and shrieks of pleasure grow louder, no doubt waking the neighbors on your apartment floor.

You can physically feel the bags under your eyes grow as you stare your alarm clock sitting beside you. 2:34 AM. You have to be up at 6 AM to get to work by 8 for a meeting tomorrow.

Not that Toji cares. He never cares. No matter how many times you complain about the noise and his clients, he always gives you a crooked smile, a sweet apology, and a promise to never do it again...but then he does. Over and over again.

You have known Toji for over a year now since you put out an ad online for a possible roommate to help you with rent and expenses that began piling up. Toji met up with you that week at a coffee shop where he not only revealed himself as a fine ass single daddy who was looking for a new place after his got roaches, but he also revealed his "jack of all trades" identity.

"I do plumbing, I fix furniture, I have experience in construction," he explained, taking a sip of his cold brew. "And..." He paused, chuckling to himself and rubbing his chin. "I'm also a sex worker," he finished, waiting for your reaction as if you would be disgusted. "Is that cool with you?"

You had said no, but only after you were sure that he would keep his cliental separate from you and the rest of your home. And it isn't like Toji is a bad roommate. He pays rent on time, he fixes the toilet and pipes when they shut down, and he keeps the crib clean.

The only thing is the damn loud sex. Some nights, Toji meets his clients outside of your home, but other nights, when he is sure you're asleep, he has them come to his room and takes his appointments there. There are a few times you have awakened to one of his ladies using the bathroom or happened across massage oil that he accidentally left out on the sink.

All of that you can deal with....but not these loud ass women. Crying for more from "Daddy". Begging for more dick. Screaming for the heavens to hear. Every time it happens, you can't help but wonder: "Damn...is he THAT good?'

Finally, the pounding stops and the bedsprings squeak as Toji finally stops fucking his lady for the evening. You sigh, hoping to God that this is it and she has finally came. You pray for silence and sweet dreams.

But you're not gonna get it tonight. "Want it doggystyle this time, boo?" he asks. The lady giggles her high-pitched, fucked-out giggle. "Y-Yeah," she purrs.

You have never been more heated in your entire life. Your anger only grows when Toji finally gets his client on all fours and begins fucking her from behind, causing her squeal, scream, and wail as his dick drives into her. "OH, GOD, YES! HARDER! FASTER!"

'This bitch,' you think. At this point, you don't know if you're referring to the lady currently getting her guts rearranged or Toji. "Put your hands on the wall," he demands through his grunts and groans as he drives himself into her.

Your mouth falls agape and you glare at the wall as if he is staring right back at you through the plaster. 'This asshole!' you think, enraged. The lady does as she is told and suddenly, she grows louder than before as the headboard knocks harder against your wall, knock-knock-knocking in a loud pattern that begins to drive you nuts.

No amount of stuffing your pillows over your ears or music will do. Now you will have to do what you were dreading: knock on his door. You toss your duvet off of you, shove your Sanrio slippers on, and storm out of your bedroom.

Toji's bedroom is only a couple inches from yours, so it takes no time to get there. You stand there outside his door in your oversized sweatshirt and slippers, fuming and trying to ignore the sounds of sex through the wood.

Knock, knock, knock. Your fist raps against the wood, quick and firm. The bed stops creaking and the lady's moans die down to mere pants and whines. "Aw, shit," you hear Toji huff, frustrated. "Hold up, stay there." The lady groans in annoyance and impatience, needing more of her nighttime hit.

After a few short seconds of waiting and your arms crossed over your chest, the door finally opens. Toji stands there, looming over you at six-foot-something shirtless and in his sweats. Those damn sweats.

Your eyes graze up his big, toned, tatted form to his snakebites, black hair in disarray, and grey eyes looking down at you. He gives you that crooked smile that never fails to make your stomach flip. He truly is a handsome man. "Hey, roomie," he greets.

He cocks his head to the side, his smile fading and his eyebrow raised. "What's goin' on? Why are you up?" You do your best to keep your composure. "Why do you think I'm up, Toji?" you say, unable to keep the bite out of your tone.

Your six-foot roommate doesn't seem to catch onto your tone, and if he does, he doesn't make it known. He places a hip against the door, causing his sweats to slip a bit down his waist and reveal a sliver of his V-line. "Uh...I dunno...is it your time of the month or somethin'?"

You ignore his answer, instead diving into your quickly-planned speech about respecting your time and your sleep. "Listen, I know you've got an 'appointment' tonight and I'm not gonna knock your hustle, but could you please try to keep her down? I have to get up at 6 tomorrow."

Toji blinks at you, confused at first, and then pinches the bridge of his nose. "Oh, shit, your job," he groans. "Sorry, babes. I'll keep it down for ya so you can sleep, I promise." He flashes you a Colgate smile then and nods back at his bed. "But I can't promise she will."

Over his shoulder, you can see the woman lying there on her stomach, her red toes hanging off the bed and her dress laying on the floor. You feel your body flush. You shouldn't be seeing this.

"Please try, Toji," you sigh, already stepping away from the intimate scene. "This is the fourth time this month you've had a loud client. My dark circles can't get any darker." No amount of concealer, caffeine, or eye cream has been able to help. You have been tossing and turning for so many nights because of Toji's work interrupting your dreams.

And deep down, you know that it's also because you've been envisioning yourself with him. Underneath him. On top of him. Against him. Feeling his muscles against your body. Feeling his cock deep in your-

"Well, you know," Toji says, pulling you out of your dirty thoughts, "some good sex always helps with that." He gives you a mischievous look as he leans against the doorframe, his lips curling into a crude smirk.

You glare at him, disgusted (and also secretly aroused). "Fuck you, Toji."

He gives you a wink. "Only if you pay me, doll. You won't regret it."

You have no time to wonder if he is just playing with you or if he is deadass because his client begins to moan and groan about her complaints. "Tojiiiiii!" the lady whines from the bed. "Where'd you goooo? I'm still so wet for yooooou!"

You both look from her to each other and you place your hands on your hips, your lips pressed tight together. Toji throws up his hands in defense and places one big hand on his heart. "Alright, you have my word. Now get that fine ass to bed before I put it to bed." Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion, hoping that wasn't a sex joke. Your roomie just laughs, giving you a wink. "You know what I mean."

With a huff, you step away from the door as he shuts it and trek back to your bedroom to hopefully get some much-needed sleep. When you do, to your surprise, Toji and his client are surprisingly quieter than earlier. You hear the occasional giggle and bed creaks, but other than that, there are no explosive, annoying sex sounds.

You sigh, feeling your eyes flutter shut and your brain begin to shut down...until you hear Toji start fucking again. Unfortunately, you can still hear the whines and whimpers of Toji's nightly partner drifting through the walls: "Oh, yes, Toji, like that! Fuck me harder, please..."

And as usual when you hear Toji going at it with someone, you find a way to join them instead of beating them, all thanks to your trusty rose. You have no time to be angry or tired once your favorite body-warming lube is coating your pussy once you apply it to your fingers and then the pleasurable buzzing and vibrations of your rose are against your clit.

You softly moan in the darkness surrounding you as your ears strain to hear the creaking bed as Toji thrusts into his woman for the night. His deep, ragged moans and hushed gasps reach your eardrums, making your pussy slicker and more open to allow something inside. You allow one finger on one of your hands to slip into your sobbing hole as you use your other hand to hold your rose against your clit.

"Get those fuckin' legs up," Toji growls and you almost do as he says. Your mind is so dizzy and clouded from the pleasure that you almost believe that he is here, forcing your tired body into different positions for deep dick.

You hear the client give a yelp before her moans are suddenly muffled, possibly by Toji's hand...oh, God, that's hot. You picture him above you now, his handsome face eclipsing your ceiling fan, his body pushing into yours as his veiny hands grip your thighs. You imagine your finger is thicker and longer, filling you up the way his cock would, plunging in and out of you and hitting your G-spot every time he pushes in.

"God, you're fuckin' good," he grunts through your walls. "Does it feel good for you too, baby?"

“Oh, fuck,” you whisper, your voice soft and high as you answer him. You suddenly hear a pause through the walls-no moans, no whines, no bedsprings-and your heart thunders in fear. Did he hear you?

But then, blessedly and luckily, you hear the bedsprings creaking in a faster pattern as Toji speeds up his thrusts, driving his dick into the client as she whines and screams into his palm. "Take it," he demands. "Fuckin' take that shit."

You have to bite your lip to avoid moaning out as your finger drags in and out of you faster, your rose slipping against your clit as it becomes wetter with every passing second. You begin to feel that familiar clench in your core of an approaching orgasm building inside of you, egged on by the toy and Toji's luscious, porn-worthy moans.“You cummin’ for me?” he gruffly asks.

Deliriously, you nod, your eyes fluttering shut. You see his face there, flushed and pretty. “Yeah,” you gasp. “Yes.”

“Cum for me,” he demands. “Cum on that dick, you pretty little slut. Do it.”

You hear the client let out a muffled scream as she finally cums around Toji's cock the way you would if you were with him. You feel your walls clench around your finger as you finally meet your end, the vibrations from the toy rocking you to the core. "Ah!" you gasp, your orgasm crashing over you.

You have to turn your head to muffle your moans into the pillow as you cum around your finger, leaving an embarrassing puddle on your bedspread. In the fog of your pleasure, you hear Toji's erratic breathing and soft grunting as he fucks the client's pussy into the bed to chase his high.

"Cummin'!" he suddenly gasps. "I'm fuckin' cummin'!" In an effort to keep quiet, you hear his moans become muffled as he cums. 'Where', you wonder? Inside of the woman? On her tits? Her ass? Her thighs? How would his cum look on your skin?

Finally, his moans die down to sighs and a tired laugh while the client giggles. "Definitely worth the $250," she comments. And before sleep takes you before your humiliation can, you wonder briefly just what his sex is like for that much money.

—The Next Day—

You damn near sleep through your meeting.

Actually, you damn near sleep through all of work. It's bad enough to nearly missed your alarm because you didn't hear it during your deep sleep and you had to rush to toss your cum-stained bedspread into the washer machine before getting dressed and heading out the door.

Thank God you never ran into Toji before you left. You couldn't stand the thought of seeing him this morning after last night. You feel such embarrassment and humiliation for getting off to him yet again, like some voyeur pervert. You may as well steal his boxers too!

But when you get home shortly after 3PM after bumbling through work, operating on two cups of coffee and caffeine-induced iced tea, you know you'll have to face the Devil when you see him leaning against the kitchen counter in sweats and a black tee that his waaaay too tight on him. Toji turns to you from making a ham sandwich with chips on the side, chewing some.

He gives you a crooked smile as you drag yourself into the apartment. “Good afternoon,” he chirps. You slam the door shut and walk by without even looking at him, heading straight for the fridge. “What’s so good about it?” you grumble.

Toji gives you a strange look as you yank open the fridge and fish a water bottle out. You need water. “Well, damn, someone shit in your cereal this mornin'. Least you look cute.” His smile widens as his eyes roam over your sweater, loafers, and work skirt that you pulled out of your drawer. Nothing matches. “Dark circles and all.”

Irritated, you nearly break your wrist trying to yank the cap off of the bottle, so you opt for the butterknife method and pry it open that way. “Don’t laugh at me, asshole. I’m not in the mood.” Then you angrily gulp down the cold water, grateful for it because you feel yourself becoming hot with rage. Your roomie is perturbed and put off by your attitude, narrowing his brows at you. “Jeez, okay. What’s your problem?”

“You!” you snap, finally turning to face him. “You’re my fucking problem! I almost missed my meeting because of you and that bitch last night after I told you to keep it down!”

Toji turns toward you fully, his big, toned body facing you. “Whoa, whoa, babes, relax," he says as if calming a rapid animal. "You’re grippin’ that butterknife awfully tight.” His grey eyes flicker down to the knife that you're holding towards him. You quickly put it down on the counter, disturbed by your rage. "Sorry," you mutter. "I'm just tired. And stressed. And extremely sleep-deprived."

You turn away to continue drinking your water and stand at a good distance from the knife. You don't need to accidentally stab your roommate and catch a case. "And dick-deprived too, it seems like," Toji adds.

You nearly choke on your water and cough into your fist. "What?!" you exclaim, shocked at his bluntness. You twist around to face him, gobsmacked, while Toji stares blankly at you as he tosses another chip into his mouth. "What? Do you not go that way or somethin'?"

You scoff, shook by his gull. "Toji, my sex life AND my sexual orientation has nothing to do with your ass. You need to mind your business." Quickly, you storm out of the kitchen, not wanting to be around him any longer.

But Toji follows just like the asshole he is. "Well, shit, roomie," he huffs. "I'm sorry. You know I didn't mean it like that, c'mon." You feel his hand grab yours, but you push him off. "Don't," you snap, narrowing your eyes at him. "I don't make your sex life my business," you growl. "So you shouldn't make mine yours."

Then Toji's eyes raise and you know he is about to be on some BS. "Uh, technically, you are makin' my sex life your business, babes," he argues. "You complaining about my clients and makin' my job a problem are-"

"Are nothing," you interrupt. "And the reason I'm complaining is because your clients are too fuckin' loud! I need to sleep!"

Toji just stares at you, silent, observing you closely. It is making you deeply uncomfortable. Is he going to say something? Finally, he cocks his head to the side as if sizing you up and his gaze softens. "You sure this is just about the noise?" he asks. "Or is somethin' else? Was I really wrong to assume that you're dick-deprived, babes?"

Suddenly, your anger subsides and you're left with fear twisting in your gut. "W-What do you mean?" you find yourself stammering.

You're so afraid that you let Toji take your water from you and place it on a nearby table. "C'mon, babes," he sighs. "Unless I'm just not privy to it, you don't got many male callers comin' in here."

He comes closer, his scent of ocean-scented body wash and cologne invading your nostrils. "I don't know why because I'd be all over a girl as pretty as you and knockin' down that door to get you naked."

You stand there, your brain moving too slow to process this. The air is tense and charged with a dangerous current now. You can feel it the closer Toji gets to you. Instinctively, you back up, but end up walking right into your coffee table. "Toji," you exhale. "W-Why are you-"

"Sayin' this?" he finishes. One big palm moves to take your hand, pulling you closer to him. "'Cause I'm so fuckin' attracted to you and I know the feeling is mutual. Why else would you play with yourself listenin' to me fuck my clients?"

If this were a movie, a record would definitely scratch somewhere. Your eyes widen as big as saucers and you feel as if you're about to faint. There is no way he knows...but he does. He smirks at you, knowing and teasing. "What?" he chuckles. "You think I couldn't hear you last night? That toy you got is loud, honey, 'specially with them thin ass walls."

Oh, God, he knows! This is beyond humiliating. You could just about die right now. "Don't be embarrassed about it, cutie," he coos, rubbing his thumb along your knuckles. "I thought it was cute. The whole time I was with client, I kept thinkin' about you."

He grips you to his body, forcing you to feel every inch of him against you. You place your hands on him to push him away, but his arm snakes around your waist, holding you in place. "Don't," you gasp.

"Why not?" he whispers, staring you down. Hot. Lustful. "I can show you why I get so many customers. Plus, I can show you how sorry I am for keepin' my favorite roomie up so late."

You dare to peek up at him and regret it instantly. His grey eyes, molten hot, and his dark lashes mesmerize you as if he is a siren and you are the sailor being drawn to him in your ship. "No charge," he murmurs. "All you have to do is cum for me. What d'ya say, babes?"

His hand moves to cup your chin, one finger gliding across your cheek to trail down to your lips. Between his touch and his naughty words holding forbidden promises, you don't know what to say. "I...I..." Your words are caught in your throat. Language ceases to exist for you.

"Just nod your head for me," Toji gently orders. Your body, shaky and warm, betrays you and you give a jerky nod. You can't deny the throbbing between your legs or the warmth in your belly any longer. Toji grins, wolfish and proud. Asshole. “Good girl,” he coos. “Now fuckin’ kiss me.”

Suddenly, his lips, soft, luscious, and addicting, are on yours. Every bad thought you had about him being a cocky asshole and a jerk and an obscene dickhead are gone, zapped away by the way his hand firmly holds your chin and the way his lips move against yours. His tongue gently swipes along your bottom lip and you gently pry your lips apart to allow him access.

As he cups your face in his hand, all you can think about is how fucking good of a kisser he is.

'Good' isn't even a proper word for how Toji kisses you. He is the best kisser you have had the pleasure of kissing by far in your life.

He pulls away with a soft 'pop!' as your lips disconnect, and he places his mouth on your neck. “Y’know, I don’t usually kiss my clients," he murmurs, "but you, pretty baby, aren’t a client. So I can make an exception for you.”

His wet kisses trail down your neck to your throat, making you feel hotter and hotter in your work clothes. Your hands clutch his big, broad shoulders, your fingers digging into his shirt as your inner thighs quiver from each heated kiss. “Toji,” you whimper. “Touch me.”

He doesn't make you elaborate on what you want to be touched. He already knows. But he does, however, make you beg. Asshole. “What’s the magic word?” He pulls away to stare into your eyes, drawing your desperation out of you with one steamy look. Your lips quiver with the six-lettered word, vulnerable and needy: “Please.”

That one word and the soft, breathy tone of your voice that the three syllabled word drips from somehow works for Toji. You see his eyes become hooded and darken to a stormy grey that makes your stomach flip-flop. In an instant, he is hiking you up onto his waist by securely gripping your thighs underneath your ass, forcing you to latch yourself onto him.

“Upstairs we go then. Hang onto me.” You do as told, interacting your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders as he walks to the steps, carrying you over to them. You messily, sloppily kiss as he slowly ventures up the steps with you in tow, your tongues twirling and swirling together. The kissing only makes you wetter and by the time you're in his bedroom, your panties are just about stuck to your pussy lips.

Toji tosses you down onto the bed, laughing as you squeak and bounce on the mattress for a few seconds. He descends upon you immediately, tugging at your blouse. You watch as he expertly unbuttons each pearly button, your breath labored and hot. “Let’s get this shit off,” he growls. “You’re wearin’ too fuckin’ much.”

The blouse comes off and then comes the skirt that he tugs down your nylon-covered legs. The more he undresses you, the more you can see Toji is getting hard. His cock chubs against his jeans, creating an obscenely obvious print in his pants.

"You always look so good in these goddamn skirts," he huffs, suddenly turning you over with ease. As you're recovering from his stretch, he forces you to bend your knees and toot your ass in the air so he can fully see your ass and hot pink panties poking through the nylon fabric.

"Nice panties, babes," he chuckles. "What's the occasion?" SMACK! His hand suddenly comes down against your butt, the sound of it colliding with your cheeks echoing throughout the room. The moan that escapes you is one that shocks you.

Toji laughs, giving your ass a pinch. "I knew you liked gettin' spanked, ya little slut." He then loops his thick, calloused fingers underneath the waistband of your stockings and pulls them down, groaning at the sight of your perfect, plump ass in those tight, little pink panties.

His kisses and light nibbles that he gives your ass and thighs are damn near torture. They make you grip the sheets and moan into the soft, cotton-scented fabric, his soft lips turning you into a fiend. You need to feel his soft lips somewhere else.

Toji seems to know it too because he purposely keeps skipping your pussy as he moves between biting your ass and kissing your legs despite the throbbing, soaked cunt right in front of his face. Fuck your pride. You need him too much. “Toji!” you beg. “Lower, please!”

Your roommate stares at you over the hill of your ass, giving you another smack that travels right to your cunt. “Patience, baby. You ever heard of foreplay before?” His chuckle is straight out of a horror movie, sinister and mean, as he goes back to kissing along your spine as his hands massage your ass.

Finally, his patience thins and he forces you to roll over onto your back. You stare up at him, your arousal peaking, as he strips off his hoodie in front of you. Though you've seen him shirtless plenty of times before (and have secretly gotten off to the image of him at night), it is something else to see each defined muscle, vein, and tattoo up close.

Your eyes graze over his lickable six-pack; his big, juicy pecs; his prominent, brown, pierced nipples; his happy trail; his well-defined V-line with a snake tattoo leading down underneath his sweats; his big arms that you want to feel wrapped around you and holding you tight. You understand now why so many women flock to him, other than his obvious charm and kissing skills.

He ducks down between your legs, opening them wider for him as his eyes pierce into yours, pinning you to the spot. “Look at me while I do this.” You couldn't look away even if you wanted to. The sharply-linked spinal tattoo hypnotized you as he ducks between your legs, sighing at the sight of your glistening, sobbing wet pussy. “Little slut. Bet you’ve been wantin’ this for a long time.”

With the way the man begins kissing, licking, and sucking on your pussy, you start to think that he's wanted this for a long time too. Toji knows exactly how to treat a woman, alternating between quick tongue flicks and long, slow drags of his tongue up to your clit. You buck under his hands pinning your thighs to the bed, forcing your body to take all that he gives you. “T-Toji!” you moan, your voice ricocheting off of the bedroom walls. “Oh, fuck, yes!”

Your roomie's gray eyes trail up to admire your pretty face etched in ecstasy as he wetly pulls his tongue away from your gorgeous cunt to tease you. “Now look who’s loud. But it’s so fuckin’ hot.” He then puckers his lips and hocks a copious amount of saliva onto your cunt, loving how it drips down to your asscrack.

Excitedly, his eyes widen at the sight of your pussy twitch and his ears perk at the sound of your sweet, weak whimper. “And you like spit on your pussy?" he cackles. "You little freak!” He gives your outer thigh a little smack before he dives back in, slurping his spit back up into his mouth as he takes a mouthful of your pussy.

You learn very quickly that Toji likes to French kiss, noticing how his lips and tongue move so gracefully against your pussy lips and clit all buzzing and twitching with pleasure from his talented ministrations. He is talker too, murmuring "such a pretty lil' pussy" and "fuck, so good" into your hole as he greedily eats you out, joyously taking everything you give him.

You're enjoying everything he gives you too. He is certified munch which you're 100% sure is somewhere on his ad. You now understand why you always hear his clients squeal, whine, and scream as he goes down on them, often making them cum rather quickly or making them beg for multiple rounds. Toji is incredible.

“Where’s your toy?” he suddenly asks. He is staring dead at you, his lips coated in spit and your juices. You blink wildly at him, the edges of your vision fuzzy from the pleasure. “H-Huh?" you stammer. He wastes no time repeating himself: "Your favorite sex toy. Where's it at?"

You blink at him again, wondering if he is serious. Judging by the clench in his jaw and the wild look in his eye, he is DEADASS. "In my room, second drawer next to my bed." You swallow hard, wondering what he is planning as he gives your clit a peck before jetting off to your room.

Seconds later, he returns with your rose, a bottle of your favorite lube, and a wicked smile on his face. He directs you to sit up on your elbows and props a pillow up behind your back to better help you. You watch as he kneels on the bed beside you, his groin right in your face, his cock pulsing beneath his pants. “What are you doing?” you breathlessly ask.

Toji applies a bit of lube to his thick fingers before applying it to your pussy, gently circling your clit as he does. You moan at the contact, your head lulling back against the pillow. “About to make you fuckin’ scream. Show me how you played with yourself last night.”

Bzzzzz goes your rose when he switches it on. He grins wider as he hands you your toy, trusting you to know what to do with it. "C'mon, baby doll, don't be shy now. It's too late for that." With his other hand, he palms himself through his sweats, watching you intensely.

You stare at him and then the buzzing rose, your pussy oozing and twitching for release. Reluctantly, you begin pressing the rose against your needy, desperate clit. The instant you do, Toji's eyes widen an inch at the sight of your body responding to the low yet impactful setting that the rose is on as it buzzes against your clit.

"Oh, shit," you gasp, your eyes fluttering closed from all of the stimulation: the vibrations from the toy; the head radiating from Toji's body; the scent of his body wash and cologne. "Fuck, baby," he groans. "Look at what you did to me."

Your eyes open and then widen at the sight of his cock suddenly in front of you. Long. Thick. Curved. Two-stoned, the shaft a darker tan while his head is a light pink. And the very real, very obvious silver hoop dangling from his dickhead. He chuckles at your cute reaction, a cocky smile on his face. "You ain't the first to react like that," he laughs. "It was a dare from a friend."

As if teasing you, he wraps a hand around his shaft and begins slowly stroking himself to the sight of you. He leans back a bit, jutting his hips forward so his cock nestles against your cheek. You swear it's by accident, but your cheek nuzzles against the throbbing, hot sensation of his dick against your face and a slight moan slips out.

"Oh, shit, you little slut!" he laughs, his dick twitching at the sight underneath him. "So you're one of them girls that likes this?" He takes his cock and gently slaps it against your chin and cheeks, laughing lightly at your little pout. "S-Stop," you stutter.

Toji raises a brow down at you, one hand curling in your hair. "Stop what? I'm not doin' anythin' but givin' you whatcha want, honey." He pauses, pulling his long, throbbing dick away from you. "But do you really want me to stop?"

It's like dangling a bone in front of a panting dog. Biting your lip as your toes curl at the rose's vibrations, you shake your head. "I thought not. Just shut up and let yourself feel good, Y/N." He then pours some lube into his hand and rubs it along his cock, making it slick and shiny. You're hypnotized by the lewd scene before you, noticing how firmly he holds himself, stroking up and down.

"Just look at me," he murmurs. "Look at what you've done. What you've been doin' to me." His eyes are hooded and his bottom lip peels back to settle between his teeth as his fisting becomes a little faster and a little more urgent.

You love watching him jack off in front of you. Oh, how you wish his hand was your mouth or your cunt, stretching around him, feeling him fill you. A loud, choked moan escapes you, bubbling up out of your chest, making Toji groan. "Bet this is how you were last night, screamin' into a fuckin' pillow when you came for me."

He takes two fingers and curls them under your chin. "Tell me, babydoll: did ya like hearin' me fuck that lady? Do you love listenin' to me make those girls scream?" His hand then wraps around your throat, firmly squeezing it. "Don't lie," he growls.

You can't deny it. Not when your toy is so persuasive against your pussy, making you drip all over the bed. "Y-Yes," you confess. "You're just really loud." Your roommate smirks down at you, knowing and being very cocky about it. "And you're about to be loud too."

He then takes his cock and gently slaps it against your glossy, sticky lips, making them stickier from his pre-cum and the lube. Knowing what he wants, you pry your lips open, allowing him to slowly slide against your tongue. “That’s it, open your mouth,” he murmurs. “You got this dick now. So take it, babes.”

Toji keeps a firm hand on the back of your head as he pushes further in your mouth, moaning when he bottoms out at the back of your throat. You have to widen your jaw to accommodate him, opening your throat to avoid choking. All you can see is his V-line and stomach, cut from years of sit-ups, pushing into your face as he fucks your mouth as if it were a fleshlight. “Nice mouth. Probably the best I’ve ever had.”

You feel your hand wobble, nearly dropping your toy. He softly chuckles, gently stroking your hair. "Don't worry, baby; I gotchu. Just focus on that cock, alright?" He then shows you what he means by replacing your hand on your toy and pressing it against your clit, rubbing it up, down, and around the sloppy, wet lips of your pussy.

This freedom allows you to wrap one hand around Toji's cock, giving yourself some leverage to sucking on him. "Goddamn, you're good at this!" he hisses, sliding himself deeper, making you gag wetly along his shaft. "That's a good lil' cocksucker. Maybe I shoulda been fuckin' you instead of them other girls, huh?"

You feel that familiar urge to cum building and begin to moan loudly around his cock. He pulls away, allowing you to breathe and warn him of your oncoming orgasm. "Oh, fuck!" you bellow, desperate and close, your hips jutting forward into the toy. "Toji, I'm gonna-"

And then he stops. But just for a moment. "Not yet," he growls, quickly crawling down towards your pussy and tossing your legs over his shoulders. "You cum in my mouth. Nowhere else."

Between his hot, wet tongue in your pussy and the buzzing of the rose against your clit, you have no choice but to cum. With a choked moan of "O-O-Oh, f-fuck!", you feel pleasure wash over you and come undone in Toji's mouth, your thighs twitching and muscles tensing as your orgasm rocks you to your core.

Your eyes roll, your back arches, and everything in the world seems nice and good in those split seconds as you cum all over your toy and your roommate's magical tongue. Toji groans as your taste floods his mouth, soaking his chin and his sheets. He licks and suckles on you until you're nothing more than tired breaths and soft whimpers, your body twitching from the intensity.

Finally, Toji pulls away and turns your toy off, but sucks your juices off of it before tossing it aside. You lay there before him, winded and spent, coming down from your high and in need of a breather...but Toji doesn't give a fuck. He never gives a fuck. "Don't tell me you're tired now, baby," he tuts. "We haven't even started yet."

He gives you a wolfish, evil grin before he takes you by the ankles and spreads your legs apart for him. He takes his cock and gently slides it against your overly-sensitive, twitching, soaked cunt, focusing on your clit. You both moan at the contact, every slight touch worth a thousand. "Good, baby?" he asks. "You want this?"

You stare up wordlessly into his eyes, unable to move your lips or heavy tongue to form your words. All you can do is nod. But Toji isn't happy with that. He gives your pussy a firm slap with his hand, making a high-pitched squeak escape you. "Uh-uh," he firmly says. "Use your words. Tell me what you want."

You should tell him no. Tell him to stop. That you need a break. Some space to recover. But despite the twitching and tremors in your pussy, you can also feel that you desperately need more of him. "I-I want...you," you manage you gasp out. "I need you, 'Ji. Please."

You can't express how full you feel when his cock is finally inside of you, inch by inch stretching out the wet walls of your pussy. Your mouth falls open on a silent moan as your hands grip his shoulders, desperate to grasp something. Toji stares down at your face and pretty body all stretched open for him, wanting so desperately to fuck you dumb.

And he does. Once he has some slow, shallow strokes in to allow you to get used to him, nothing is stopping him from absolutely fucking your shit up. He grips your hips and proceeds to thrust his hips forward and back, drilling his dick into your cunt as he sucks on his fingers and uses them to rub your clit with each thrust.

"Now you see," he grunts. "Now you know why bitches come flockin' to me. Now you know why I always get calls. Now you get it...dontcha, babes?" The only thing you can respond with is "Ahhh, fuck, fuck, oh, my God, oh, oh!" as he proceeds to fuck you absolutely stupid.

You can't keep quiet. Your response to the pleasure you're feeling fly out of you, bouncing off of the walls, echoing throughout the apartment. His dick is so persuasive, drawing so much out of you in such little time.

BOOM-BOOM-BOOM, the wall behind the headboard goes. Toji grins at the plaster, using one of his big hands to slam against the wall, basically telling your neighbor 'Fuck you!'

"Whoops," he chuckles. "Guess we got an audience." He gives you a wink, making you low-key afraid of what could possibly come next. "Let's give 'em somethin' to really be mad about, hm?"

He then proceeds to prop his feet up on the mattress and firmly grasp your ass from underneath, pinning your thighs up and apart, before drilling himself down to pound your pussy into the mattress. Again and again and again.

You are in a whole other world. Another universe. Nothing exists but Toji and the explosive pleasure he is serving you on a silver platter. He then stops, drops your legs, and takes his dripping cock out of you. "Stick out your tongue for me." Silently, you do as told, letting your wet tongue hang out of your plump lips. Tap-tap-tap. "You made a mess," he murmurs. "Now you need to clean it up."

He watches you intently as he swirls his cock around in your mouth and you diligently suck all of your juices off of him, even sucking on his balls. You have turned into a complete mindless slut for him, desperate to please and to be pleased. "Ya like the taste, babe?" he chuckles. "You taste good, right?"

He groans as he slides his cock out of your luscious mouth and presses a hot kiss against your sticky lips. Nice an' sweet, just like you."

Before you can even think of a response or to even take a breath, he is flipping you over onto your stomach. SMACK! "Ass up, baby girl," he demands, his voice breathless and full of lust. Though your limbs feel like jelly, you get on all fours and firmly push your knees and elbows into the mattress.

"That's a good roomie," Toji mutters before slapping his cock up against your pussy, emitting soft moans and mews of desperation out of you. Then, finally, again, he is inside of you and proceeds to fucking your cunt like it's about to go out of style.

One hand on your throat, the other on your clit, and one foot propped up on the bed, Toji fucks you in doggy, making the bed rock and the neighbors bang harder as your shared moans grow louder. "Good, baby?" he pants, a cocky smile in his voice.

Your head is digging into the bed, your makeup fucked and drool spilling from your mouth. "Yes!" you sob into the sheets. Toji yanks you up off of the mattress, forcing you to come back to reality. "Sorry, hon, I couldn't hear you. Say it again real loud for me."

"Yes!" you yell, but it sounds more like "Ye-e-e-essss!" because of the force, breathtaking thrusts, and deep dicking that Toji is giving you right now. He nods in encouragement, pleased with your answer and your body and your everything. "That's my good baby girl. So obedient for me."

He leans in, pressing his lips to your ear and gently nibbling on the flesh. "Don't let this go to that pretty head," he whispers, "but you're the best fuck I've had by far." Embarrassingly enough, the comment makes you fold completely.

Or maybe that's just because of his dick filling you up and plunging in and out of you, somehow better with each passing second. You now understand why so many throw their hard-earned dollars at Toji to get a fuck. He is the best fuck you've ever had. His sex is your kryptonite. Your weakness. The very thing that will keep you addicted to him.

And when you feel a second orgasm coming on, you know that you are hooked on your roommate and nothing (and no one) else will compare. "Toji, m'gonna cum!" you warn him. "I'm so close!" His calloused fingers slip and slide across your slippery clit, getting you closer and closer as his dick works with his fingers to get you to your end.

"Daaamn, roomie, again?" he cackles. "Tell me somethin' first." He takes his hand off of your throat and pushes your cheek to face him over your shoulder.

"W-What?" you mew. You'll just about say anything he wants at this point.

"Tell me you're a filthy fuckin' pervert who loves listenin' to her roommate cum and fuck his clients."

You swear that you thought you just hallucinated what he said, but his steely eyes tell you different. "W-WHAT?!" you exclaim. "But-"

SMACK!

He takes his hand and slaps your ass hard, leaving it stinging and your eyes wet with unshed tears. "Is that a no?" he pants in your face. "I guess you don't wanna cum then." He slows his thrusts to an agonizing halt, still pulsing inside of you. He pauses from rubbing your clit as well, leaving you in purgatory.

"No, no, please!" you nearly cry. "I'll say it, Daddy! I promise!" You've never felt such desperation. It aches in your core, your body desperate to be relieved. Your roommate grins in your face, enjoying your anguish. "Then say it."

Your mind is screaming at you to not do it...but inevitably, Toji wins. You lick your lips and nearly cringe at the horribly embarrassing and lewd words that pass them: "I-I'm a filthy fuckin' pervert who loves to hear her roommate cum and fuck his clients," you softly announce.

Toji swoops in and presses a hot, passionate, deep kiss onto your lips that steals the air from your lungs. "Good girl," he coos against your lips. "And when good girls listen, good girls get rewards."

Then it's back to fucking. Back to moaning. Back to chasing that high and letting every sound explode from your chest along with the creaking of the bedsprings underneath you. It only gets louder and more frequent when Toji fucks you faster, his hips pistoning against your ass that bounces and shakes against his pelvis every time he slams himself into you.

"Fuckin' cum for me, slut," he demands. "M'close too, so you'd better cum now." He grips your throat tight and nuzzles his nose into your sweet-smelling air. "You're mine now, baby. Nobody will ever be able to fuck you as good as me."

No way. No possible way. And you know that the minute that your second orgasm crests and washes over you. You cannot stop the loud, unabashed wail that escapes you as pleasure crackles beneath your fingertips, toes, and deep within your core: "I-I-I'M CUMMING!"

Your pussy damn near clenches Toji for dear life, tighter than a vice, as he watches you cum around his cock. Your swirling hips and bucking body ignites a fire in him that causes him to fuck the absolute shit out of you, pushing you down into the bed and hiking your ass up. "Stay there," he groans. "Stay right fuckin' there and take this shit."

You do as told, but you couldn't fight him off even if you tried to. He fucks you through your orgasm, making your limbs turn to jelly and your pussy melt like ice cream, wet and slippery. Toji's grunts and groans grow louder until he pulls out of you, strokes himself to completion against the soft globes of your ass, and finally cums with a loud "FUCK!" that echoes throughout the bedroom.

You weakly gasp as you feel warm, wet droplets of his spunk coat your ass and back, creating a nice pearly necklace for your waist and asscheeks. His loud, guttural moans finally die down into soft groans and sighs as his high fades and all that is left is the soft ache of exhaustion. "Now that's a pretty sight: all my cum on this fuckin' ass."

SMACK!

He hits your ass again, hard, but all you can do is flinch. You can barely lift your head. You feel as if you have just been put through the wringer. You are soaked head to toe in sweat and your inner thighs feel sticky with your cum...and maybe his as well?

You don't know, but you find yourself not caring. Not when the thick fog of after-sex exhaustion looms over you...just like Toji is doing. He hovers above your back and comes down, each hand on either side of your head. You feel his lips at your ear, making the hairs on your neck stand on end.

"Like I said: no charge," he whispers. "I hope you enjoyed yourself, roomie." He swoops down to give you a kiss on the cheek and it is like putting a cherry on a sundae.

Oh, yes, you enjoyed it-and him-very much. And who knows? Maybe you'll be a regular client of his from now on.

THE END.

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