#Front parking sensors

[akulride]

Subcompact Crossover SUV (Sports Utility Vehicle) Petrol 17.18 km/l 6 Airbags (Driver, Front Passenger, 2 Curtain, Driver Side, Front Passenger Side) 1.2L Turbocharged Revotron Engine Calgary white, Daytona grey, Flame red, Creative ocean 5 Star (Global NCAP)Subcompact SUV (Sports Utility Vehicle) Petrol 2 Airbags (Driver, Passenger) 1.2 Turbo Petrol mStallion - Turbo Charged intercooled Gasoline Direct injection (TGDi) Napoli black, Everest white 5 Star (Global NCAP)

[akultalkies]

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[vmantras]

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[rafeandonlyrafe]

deputy's daughter

words: 1.6k

warnings: 18+ only!, p in v sex, unprotected sex, pull out method, caught

“rafe!” you hiss as he makes his way into your room through his preferred method of the window. “my dad is going to kill you!”

“is he home?” he questions. he didn't see the cop car sitting in your driveway, which is why he scaled the lattice to sneak inside.

“no, but he's gonna be home any minute now!” you keep your voice quiet despite the rest of the house being empty.

“let me kiss you until he gets home then.” rafe says, cupping your cheeks and pulling you into a heated kiss. you know it's never just a kiss with him, but you can't help but open your lips for his adventurous tongue, gripping his shirt to pull him in closer.

rafe smirks against your mouth. he could have texted you asking you to let him, but that would have taken all the fun out of it. 

“you have to leave as soon as my dad gets home.” you scold him as rafe lays you back on your bed. 

“i know you can’t keep quiet.” rafe chuckles, hand groping at your tits through your thin pajama shirt. thankfully the flood lights above the garage are motion sensored, and with your open window they'll alert you when your dad gets home.

“if only deputy shoupe knew what i was doing to his little angel of a daughter.” rafe chuckles as you send him a glare, tugging at his shirt in a silent plea for him to take it off.

“shut up, cameron. he likes you anyways.” you roll your eyes. now if it was a pogue in your bed, that would be a whole different story. 

“mhm.” rafe nods, tugging your shirt up, revealing your bare chest. “im just so charming. all the parents love me.”

“all?” you raise your eyebrows, taking your shirt the rest of the way off, flinging it across the room. “you mean you do this with other girls.”

“not anymore.” rafe shakes his head, mouth dropping to your nipple, tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. “you know they don't compare to that delicious pussy, baby.”

you tsk. “it's a shame you don't have time to eat it then.” 

rafe sighs dramatically, like it physically hurts him to not be able to give you head, to let his tongue drag through your folds and slurp up your juices.

“just a quick taste then ill fuck you, promise.” rafe tugs your pajama shorts down, knowing you never wear underwear just for him as he buries his face between your legs, forcing your thighs apart as his greedy mouth explores your pussy.

“delicious, baby.” rafe groans, voice vibrating against your skin. “my favorite meal.” he continues for only a moment longer, flicking his tongue against your entrance before moving up to press a wet kiss to your clit, making you moan out, eyes flickering to your window, making sure you somehow didn't miss the floodlights turning on.

rafe stands up with a lick of his lips, quickly undressing himself until he's just as bare as you are.

“condom?” he asks, forgetting to put one in his pocket, so caught up with getting over to your house on time, even running from his car to your yard, always parking a block away to not cause suspicion.

“fuck, you didn't bring one?” you groan, turning towards your bedside table. you squint in the low light as you scrounge through the drawer, but you know that you used the last one with rafe a week ago.

“just…” you sigh, pressing your forehead into the bed. “just pull out, okay?”

“promise.” rafe nods, eyes on your ass like they have been since you first turned onto your stomach, only half listening to what you're saying, but glad that you're still letting him fuck you.

rafe kneels over your legs before you can move back to your front or rise to your hands and knees. “stay like that.” he hums, gripping his cock and pushing it between your thighs, rubbing the head through your slick.

“fuck, you're so hot.” rafe groans as you reach behind your back, pulling your ass apart to show off both of your holes. “gonna let me play with this one one day?” rafe hums, his tip sliding past your entrance to your other hole, tapping against it.

“maybe.” you smirk. but certainly not today, not when you're already playing on limited time.

rafe slides back down to your cunt, pushing in as he leans forward, covering your body with his own. one hand keeps him held up, stopping from putting his complete weight on you, while the other grips your ass.

“fuck.” rafe groans out, his voice sounding more hoarse than usual. “you feel so good with nothing in between us.”

you moan as well as rafe bottoms out, pushing as far in as your pussy allows. he sits still, allowing you to adjust, to feel every ridge and vein of his cock. he goes from giving you nothing to pounding into you in an instant, the sound of your skin slapping together filling the room.

rafe gives a glance at the window. lights still off. he smirks down at you, your hands now gripping into the bedsheets as he plows into you from behind, using the full force of his hips with every thrust.

“m-more.” you mewl out, body shuddering as rafe manages to go deeper with a tilt of his hips, along with you arching your back and bringing your ass up further into the air.

you let out loud groans with every thrust that's now hitting your sweet spot, pushing your orgasm quickly to the surface.

“fuck baby, you're so tight.” rafe grunts out. “don't know how much longer i can last.”

“re-remember to pull out.” you manage to hum out, even though you wish you could feel him fill you up, you're not on birth control and are already taking a risk with having sex at all.

“ass or tits?” rafe questions. 

“ass.” you shake your hips from side to side, making rafe let out a loud curse, pulling out sooner than he'd like to to jack himself off, spilling almost instantly over your ass and back, spreading long ropes of cum along your skin.

rafe is quick to grab a tissue and clean you off, as much as he likes seeing you covered in his cum, he's got other things to focus on.

just as he's about to flip you over to eat you out, the lights outside turn on.

“fuck!” you curse, knowing you have seconds before your dad enters the house. you turn over to look at rafe. you gotta get out.”

“you didn't cum yet.” rafe shakes his head, body covering you again, pressing you back down into the plush mattress. “im not leaving without giving you at least one orgasm.”

“you're gonna be leaving with a bullet in your chest if my dad catches you!” you hiss out.

“itll be worth it.” rafe manages to force his hand underneath you, finding your clit with ease as he rubs his fingers between your folds. 

“y/n!” your dads voice calls out. you usually greet him downstairs, staying locked in your room is bound to cause suspicion.

“rafe.” you moan out quietly. “please, stop.” you can barely keep yourself from screaming out as his fingers just move faster, his weight pressing down on you too much to move.

“babygirl?” shoupe calls out, his loud footsteps marching up the stairs.

“i-in my room!” you call out.

“you okay?” he asks, now right outside your door. you have to cover your mouth as rafe flicks your clit. you take a deep breath before answering.

“yeah, fine!” your voice wobbles a little, something you know your dad notices. “just period cramps!”

“can i get you some midol?” he questions, and you know his ear is pressed to the door, listening for any signs that something is amiss as rafe rubs you quicker, refusing to slow down, needing to get an orgasm out of you.

“already took some!” you call out, having to press your face into your mattress as you cum, body shaking as rafe smirks above you, hearing your muffled noises. “i think im just gonna go to bed early.” you say as soon as you recover.

“alright, goodnight sweetheart.” 

rafe finally allows you to flip over, lifting himself to lay on his side next to you. you raise your eyebrows and hold your finger to your lips, signaling rafe to be quiet until you hear your father's footsteps move down the hallway.

“rafe, you almost got us caught!” you whisper, giving him a shove on the shoulder, only to be met by a proud smile on his face.

“had to get you off, princess, otherwise it wouldn't be fair.” rafe leans forward to plant a kiss on your lips, feeling the way you melt against him.

“am i forgiven?” he questions.

“yeah, just get out.” you giggle quietly. you think your dad bought your explanation, but you can never be too sure.

rafe dresses quickly, throwing your pajamas onto the bed so you can also get decent.

“gotta give you one more kiss.” he leans over your bed to give you a sweet kiss, lips moving gently against each others.

“okay, now go.” you shoo rafe out, heading to the window now that your legs feel a bit more stable, watching him climb down the lattice. he gives you a wave once his feet hit the concrete, only for his entire body to freeze when the side door opens up, your dad stepping out into the light.

“rafe cameron, im going to kill you!”

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[1999hiru]

୨୧ cw. stalker! ellie, kidnapping, drugging, dubcon, dacryphilia

♡ very dark content, be cautious .ᐟ.ᐟ take care of yourself ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ ♡

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ellie who's been stalking you since you served her at your town's local diner. she grew obsessed with the way you smiled, the sweetness in your voice, how pretty your hands looked when you handed her the bill. she was insanely jealous of how your coworkers got to speak to you so casually, her slender fingers tightly gripping the poor coffee cup when one of them got too touchy. she spent a lot of time visiting you, making sure she could see you at least once a day. she has your schedule memorized by now. ellie had become one of your beloved regulars, she was charming, kind, always tipping you more than she needed to. you had no complaints, anything would help since you had to pay rent all on your own!

ellie who sits in her car for hours, waiting till your shift was over like she often did. you must’ve had a busy day, you’re running later than usual. her eyes were heavy with exhaustion before she saw you closing up, locking the door and making your way to your car. she’s waiting till you pull out of the small parking lot before she turns on her own engine, following you out. tonight was going to be special, she was going to make you hers. ellie made sure she was a few cars behind you, she didn’t want to scare you—raise any suspicions of a car following you, she had to be meticulous. she couldn’t mess this up.

ellie who ends up at your apartment complex, parking on the other side of the lot and waiting patiently till you gathered your things. she sees you leaving in her mirror after a while, slow steps to the front door. ellie adjusts the hat on her head, the mask over her mouth, before she leaves too. she’s walking a little faster to get behind you, entering with you into the dimly lit lobby. you’re swiping your keycard over the sensor and opening the door for the stranger behind you, a kind smile on your face. ellie gives you a small nod, the both of you waiting for the elevator to come down. eventually, it does. your fingers hover over the many buttons, "what floor?" you ask, that same syrupy tone in your voice. ellie doesn't reply, only stares at you. all of a sudden, there's a cloth over your nose and a voice in your ear. your vision goes black.

ellie who stands at the foot of the mattress you're laying on, the one she covered in the comfiest blankets she could find—set with two big fluffy pillows, she was waiting for you to wake up. her hands are clammy and her brain is running with a million thoughts at once, eyes taking in the sight in front of her. you’re still in your work uniform, your wrists cuffed together and your belongings stashed somewhere in ellie’s bedroom. your eyes are still closed, your chest rising and falling with every unconscious breath you took. ellie’s nervous, but you’re the only thing she’s ever needed. she thinks you look perfect with her. she would’ve done it all over again. you belong with her.

ellie who watches you stir from your sleep, a small moment of peace when you haven’t figured out that something was wrong yet—but it’s quick, the quietness of ellie’s basement has turned into shrill screams bouncing off the walls, your feet kicking away at the blankets and your back pressed up against the cold wall in seconds. your eyes are big and panicked, thrashing around in the metal restraints. it’s no use. “i know.. i know you’re scared. but i’m not going to hurt you, i just want you to see how good i’ll treat you. i promise.” you’re shaking your head no, like it’ll do something, but it’s far too late. you’re in a dark room. there isn’t any windows and the walls looked thick. no one would hear you. the realization shakes your limbs and makes you dizzy, your head is pounding now, but you notice that the woman in front of you looks so familiar…

ellie who winces at your cruel words, “you fucking creep! you’re a stalker!” who didn’t expect your sugary voice to sound so mean, but it makes her smile. she’s learning new things about you everyday. you feel a chill run down your spine when she smiles at you, genuinely, instead of killing you, or drugging you again. you probably shouldn’t piss her off—but you were doing the opposite. it was scarier that she smiled, you didn’t know what to make of it. so you play nice. “you’re that customer right? please, i won’t tell anyone—just let me go, please...” you beg, tears pooling in your eyes. your heart might give out if it beats any faster.

ellie who feels a pang in her chest at your desperation—she never wanted to hear you like that, so she tries explaining, a sincerity in her tone that makes your skin crawl. “i can’t do that, i’m sorry. i did all of this for you.” she gestures to the rest of the room, decorations and details you failed to see. you haven’t really looked at much of the room until now. there’s a desk with your favorite snacks, only a few of them, a nice vase with fresh flowers. “how do you—those are my favorite..”you’re exasperated, your head spinning. “i like to observe.” the woman simply replies. you look at the rest, fairy lights are strung across the room, they’re dim, but it was warm. cozy even. you would’ve felt relaxed if not for the situation. you were kidnapped, you were somewhere else, and no one knew where you were. your chances of being found were slim. a new wave of anxiety bubbled in your stomach, tears dripping down your face. “what do you want? i’ll give you my wallet, my car, anything—just please i can’t, no..”

ellie who shushes you, holding your face in her hands while she smoothes your messy hair over. she presses a kiss to your forehead, an icky feeling settling in your stomach. “i don’t need any of those things, i just need you.” your world seems to collapse at her words. in every movie you’ve seen, most people just want what you have—your money, your car, something materialistic. it was the most probable reason. the most realistic. but she wanted you? needed you? you had no idea what that meant. but if you couldn’t offer up your belongings, there was no way out.

ellie who introduces herself to you, gives you her full name and what she did for a living—how she got to know you, the first day she ever saw you. you’re unresponsive the entire time, only giving your name in return. (which of course, she already knew what your name was) you feared she would hit you, or drug you again if you hadn’t. your body is weak from the lack of water and food, achy and cold, you’ve been denying every offer that ellie had given you. she wanted to feed you, make sure you were hydrated, but for the past week you’ve only kept yourself facing the grey cement, curled up in a pile of blankets. ellie knew you would come around eventually. she left a plate of food and a cup of water for you, right next to the mattress, sometimes you could feel her just sitting there. you never looked.

ellie who’s more than happy when you start eating by week two. your bites are small, chewing slowly, but you’re eating. she can tell you’re still panicked. your shaky hands make it hard for you to hold a spoon with soup in it, and so she gives you a pill—something to calm your nerves. you take it, hesitantly, but what choice did you even have? you swallow it down with a big gulp of water and lay against the wall. it takes a while for you to feel something, but it feels like you’re even slower. your head is fuzzy, and ellie’s voice are distant echoes. the cuffs are still tight around your wrist.

ellie who’s suddenly right next to you, her lips pressed against yours. you try fighting her off, but you can’t. you can’t move your hands, can’t get up with your jelly limbs. she’s kissing you slowly and you feel her tongue slide against yours, her saliva pushing it’s way into your mouth. you swallow, hearing a quiet moan from her—your heart should be pounding, but it’s awfully quiet inside of you. you think you’ll die soon, it felt like it. you feel something wet all over your cheeks, are you crying?

ellie who licks up your tears, stickiness growing in her underwear. “you look even prettier when you cry, m’ so glad to have you..” she mumbles in your ear, she sounds so far away. she’s roughly shoving her hand down your pants, you whimper, your body feels alarmingly light, she drags her fingers up and down your cunt—ellie’s groans and warm breaths against your ear. “no.. no, ellie please,” you’re whispering, she shushes you again, comforting and soothing, taking you for herself. she’s thrusting into you gently, a kiss to your forehead, pushing in and out while you cry in her arms. this was all she ever wanted.

ellie who finishes just from how you sound when you cry, a loud moan of your name and her fingers jamming right against that spot inside of you so harshly it makes you shudder. she doesn’t bother making you finish, she knows she has all the time in the world for that. so she cleans herself up in the bathroom she set up for you, coming back with a set of pyjamas and a cup of juice. you change, take a tiny sip, your body still feeling limp and numb, and you curl back into a ball on the worn out mattress. you can slowly feel your heart beating in your chest, tingling in your fingertips. and you drift off to sleep. ellie will take her time. you’ll come around one day.

part 2 here ♡

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[popp1n]

GHOSTING THE GOVERNMENT

|masterpost| ao3

Chap 1: A Not-so-Ghostly Getaway.

Pt 1

The diplomas, still crisp and smelling faintly of the school auditorium's mothball-esque stale air, lay forgotten in the storage pocket of the back seat. Outside, the oppressive silence of Amity Park clung to the humid night like a shroud. Under the sliver of a waning moon, three figures moved with struggling efficiency, their hushed whispers swallowed by the darkness, only interrupted by the thump and tumble of packing a small car's trunk full to the brim.

Sam wrestled a lumpy duffel bag into the cramped trunk of Jazz’s beat-up Corolla, its faded paint a familar reflection to the scuffed and chipped state of Amity Park's buildings and roads. Tucker carefully slid a disassembled and altered shortwave radio beneath a pile of old blankets, his knuckles pale as he adhered it to the floor with heavy-duty tape. In the driver's seat, Jazz checked the rearview mirror for the tenth time, her gaze flicking nervously towards the omnipresent, unblinking lenses mounted on nearly every lamppost, but most importantly those fastened to her childhood home.

This morning, Danny and his friends walked across that stage, officially free in the eyes of the State. Tonight, they were taking that freedom for themselves, one clandestine mile and issue at a time.

Sam finally managed to cram their luggage into place and successfully close the trunk without unnecessary noise. She slid into the backseat beside Tucker, who was checking the camera feeds again.

"The loop is still set, and I have my program ready to intercept feeds as we drive," Tucker sighed, lowering his computer screen and minimizing the glow, "All that's left is for Danny to finish and we can get out of here."

It was at that moment that they could hear keys jangling near the FentonWorks's front door. Danny made himself present and quickly hurried over to the open passenger side door.

The Corolla’s suspension groaned as Danny shoved a final ratty backpack crammed with scavenged ghost tech and blueprints onto the back seat, causing Sam to give a small indignant squawk at it landing in her lap before shoving it into place between her and Tucker. He slid into the passenger seat, closed the door, and buckled in a series of swift movements. Danny, ever the pragmatist, double-checked the rearview mirror, while Jazz gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white.

“Okay, everyone set?” Jazz’s voice was a low murmur, barely audible above the thrum of the engine.

Tucker huffed an affirmative, his gaze flicking to the other small, palm-sized device he’d carefully placed on the dashboard. It pulsed with a faint, stolen green light. “Just need to power that baby up once we’re a few miles out.”

Jazz reached over and squeezed Danny's arm. “Danny, are you sure about this? Leaving everything…” Her voice trailed off, the unspoken fear hanging heavy in the air.

“Positive,” Danny said, meeting her gaze. “Staying means… well, you know.” He glanced at Tucker, who offered a tight nod of agreement.

“So, portal us out of here then, speed demon,” Jazz said, a nervous edge to her usual teasing tone. “Last I checked, you could blink us to Gotham City before they even noticed we were gone.”

Danny sighed, running a hand through his already messy hair. “That’s the thing. I can’t.”

Jazz tilted her head to him, eyes on the road and confusion etched on her face. “What do you mean, you can’t?” She asked, her brow furrowed. “Are you… are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Danny insisted. “Physically, anyway. But remember those ‘rural-urban wellness initiatives’ the government rolled out last year? The ones that supposedly monitored for earth quakes and groundwater?”

Jazz's eyes widened. “You think…?”

Tucker nodded grimly. “They weren’t just mapping out tremors and underground streams. They were mapping ectoplasm fluctuations...at least the sensors in town are. Every portal, even natural ones, creates a ripple. A pretty significant one, apparently.” He pointed towards the stolen and modified device on the dash. “This little beauty confirms it. They’ve got localized sensors all over Amity Park, calibrated specifically to detect any paranormal distortions. If Danny tried to portal us out now, it’ll be like setting off a silent alarm directly to GIW headquarters.”

A heavy silence descended upon the car. Jazz’s shoulders slumped slightly. “So, all those times they ‘randomly’ stopped by the house for ‘routine checks’ after you seemed a little… restless…”

Danny’s jaw tightened. “Yeah. They knew something. They’ve been watching. Waiting.” He sighed, "They probably wrote it off so far as interference from the lab portal and whatnot, but that isn't a foolproof defense."

Sam leaned forward in her seat. “This is the only way. Old-fashioned, on the ground, under the radar. Once we’re far enough out, past that massive ghost shield they're building, then maybe… maybe Danny can risk it. But not here. Not now.”

The weight of their words settled in the small car, replacing their initial surge of post-graduation hope with a stark dose of reality. It was a harsh reminder that their lives were nowhere close to normal. This was not a regular carpool to their shared college pick; although, it was no less emotional than the standard fair.

Tucker was excited for opportunities with the biggest technology conglomerate in the world. He and Danny managed to score scholarships along with paid internships with their practical demonstrations. Sam was interested in the gothic architecture and ecology courses that their destination had to offer. Danny was intrigued by the rumored curses around the city. Jazz was looking forward to finishing her psychology degree and potentially working in Arkham.

But home is home, no matter how strained it has become in recent years.

Emotions were complicated, and many a tear were shed by the teens as they pulled out of the neighborhood and headed towards city limits. Jazz offered each of them a blanket and bid them to rest.

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[luvnoirs]

WICKED GAMES

paring: paige x black fem!reader synopsis: after being drafted number one pick, paige is under pressure to prove herself and save a failing relationship. then, she sees you. warning(s): fingering (r!receiving), spit play, cunnilingus (r!receiving) and (p!receiving), face riding, overstimulation, squirting word count: 4.4k

a/n: i started writing this after i watched sinners if you couldn’t tell

PART ONE | PART TWO

paige didn't touch you again for the rest of the ride. it felt like she was actually trying to drive you insane.

your thighs were still squeezed together when she pulled into a private garage that was tucked underneath a high-rise apartment. she rolled her window down to tap a key fob against a sensor, and smoothly driving through once the gate opened for her. she parked near the elevator and turned off the engine.

she seemed calm. patient.

like she didn't just have you on the brink of an orgasm with just two fingers.

your head was spinning as you thought back to just exactly how you ended up in this situation tonight. when you first found her looking at you like you were the only woman in the room, to her following you to the bar and undressing you with just her eyes alone. you blinked, watching as she got out and circled around to your door, opening it.

everything was quiet, surprisingly. just your heels echoing sharply against the pavement as you stepped out and followed behind the blonde to the elevator. it wasn't until you stepped inside that it hit you. it was the first time tonight that you guys were truly alone. no other people. no music. no crowd.

just you and her.

she leaned against the elevator wall on the opposite side as it ascended. your eyes dragged over her slowly, her lips, the chain that decorated her neck, her tight crop top that exposed her abs, her veiny hands that were clasped together in front of her.

you wondered how her lips would feel—pressed to yours, dragging down your neck, buried between your thighs. how that cold gold chain would feel pressed against your cheek, against your chest. how her abs would tense beneath your tongue. how three of her fingers would feel inside of you instead of two.

you looked back up to find her watching you.

she wasn't smiling. didn't have that stupid smirk on her face. it was like you were back in the club with her in the next section over, yet this time the tension was stronger.

you wanted her. badly.

you took a step towards her, and another. you didn't stop until you were inches away, close enough to wrap your arms around her neck.

she let out a breath. "once these doors open, ain't no going back."

"shut up and kiss me."

the elevator door dinged.

her hand gripped your jaw, much firmer this time, and pulled your mouth to hers like it was magnetic.

nothing was gentle.

your lips crashed against hers in a messy kiss. she pressed into you, hips flush, hands instantly dragging down your sides like she couldn’t figure out what part of you she wanted to grab first.

your head was spinning. you barely registered anything, only that she was already walking you backwards, still kissing you like she was starving. her grip stayed tight, one hand wrapped around your waist, the other grabbing a fistful of your ass as she walked you out of the elevator like she owned your body now.

you stumbled, nearly losing your balance on your heels, but her grip on you didn’t loosen.

“i got you,” she mumbled against your lips, her teeth dragging your bottom lip before biting down, hard enough to make you shiver.

you weren’t even sure where you were anymore— somewhere between the entrance and losing your mind— but your back hit a cold wall, your hands clinging around paige’s neck like she was the only thing keeping you upright.

all you could do was moan breathlessly against her lips. the same hot ache from the car crept back up in the pit of your stomach, but worse now. ten times as needy.

her tongue slipped past your lips, licking into you slowly. your hands dragged down the length of her arms until they found the collar of her jacket. you tugged impatiently, needing less between you.

without missing a beat, paige shrugged it off without breaking the kiss.

your palms landed flat on her stomach, pressing against smooth, firm skin, your fingers splaying over her abs. her body tensed beneath your touch.

you slightly pulled back, panting, lips swollen, a burn in your lungs from the lack of oxygen. a thin string of spit hung between your mouths, stretching then snapping as you licked your lips.

paige looked wrecked in the prettiest way.

her blue eyes low. lips wet. chest rising slow.

“i’ve been thinking about this since the bar,” she whispered against your lips, dragging her hand under the cup of your ass, squeezing hard. “how badly you wanted me to fuck you but still tried to play it cute.”

you let out a breath that caught halfway.

“i did n—"

“don’t lie to me,” she cut in, her hand cupping your pussy through your panties, palm pressing hard. “you’re still dripping, mama.”

she was right.

your knees buckled slightly, a quiet gasp escaping your throat before you could catch it.

you knew she could feel it. the shake in your thighs, the way your breath hitched, the way your hips rolled forward into her touch.

she leaned forward, her mouth brushing against the shell of your ear.

“you feel that shit?” she whispered, pressing her palm firmer against your center, her thumb sliding in slow, deliberate circles over the soaked fabric.

you whimpered in response. your hand clutched her bicep for balance, nails digging into her skin, your other hand balling into the fabric of her shirt. her tongue licked over your ear lobe, warm and soft.

“i could make you cum just like this,” she murmured, using her knee to spread your legs even further. “right here. up against this wall. panties still on. my fingers rubbing on this pretty pussy.”

your head tipped back against the wall with a soft thud, breath stuttering as her teeth grazed your earlobe, not hard enough for discomfort but enough to send another wave of pleasure between your legs.

you groaned, hand sliding up to her face to grip her jaw, thumb brushing the edge of her bottom lip. you pulled her back in front of you, eyes locked.

“paige, i need your mouth,” you pleaded as her thumb still rubbed dangerously slow.

her lips parted slightly, tongue swiping across the bottom one like she could still taste you from earlier.

“where?” she asked, like she wanted to hear you say it just to break you down with it.

you huffed, jaw clenched. “don’t be a fucking dick.”

paige bit back a grin, the corner of her mouth twitching, but she didn’t argue.

instead she slipped both hands under your dress, palms dragging up your thighs until her fingers hooked the thin string of your thong.

she tugged it down slowly, watching the fabric peel off your skin like a reward she earned. you didn’t breathe until she dropped to her knees in front of you.

“this what you want?” she murmured, staring up at you, eyes locked as your panties pooled at your ankles.

she helped you step out, even reached to slide your heels off your feet, tossing them to the side like it was nothing.

"i think you want this more than me." you said, voice still shaky, but clear.

she just stayed there— on her knees, her hands sliding up your bare calves, thumbs brushing along the backs of your thighs. her eyes never left yours.

"you might be right," paige said as her hand gripped your thigh and hiked your leg over her shoulder, fingers bunching the fabric of your dress high on your hips. her mouth was just inches away, her breath hot against your skin. "you want me to prove it?"

she didn’t wait for your answer— just pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh.

then another, closer to your cunt. soft and teasing, grazing her teeth against your skin.

your hands dove into her hair, fingers tangled in the bun at the back of her head as you tugged hard, trying to pull her mouth where it mattered.

“fuck me,” you gritted your teeth, “or on my life i’m leaving and slashing your tires on the way out.”

paige’s eyes flicked up, filled with half-amusement and half-lust.

“so dramatic,” she murmured, lips brushing your inner thigh again. “you coulda just said please.”

but she complied.

without another word, she gripped your ass with both hands, pulled your hips closer to her face, and devoured you. she used her tongue, dragging it through your folds deliberately slow, then flattened it against your clit.

"fuck!" you cried out, loudly.

your back arched against the wall, hands gripping her head, pulling her deeper. she groaned into your pussy, deep and guttural, sending vibrations through your core as her tongue circled your clit with filthy precision.

then she sucked.

your knees buckled. you nearly collapsed on her, leg shaking around her shoulder, hips jerking into her mouth like your body was acting on instinct alone. she held you still. moving one hand around your thigh, the other pressing against your stomach to keep you from running.

"you taste so good, baby," she rasped against your pussy.

you barely had time to breathe before her lips were back on you, latching onto your clit. the one hand that she had on your thigh traveled down between your legs. she used two fingers to spread apart your folds, running her tongue from your hole to your clitoral hood, lapping up all the juices you gushed out for her.

she slowed her pace just a bit, tracing every crevice with her tongue before returning back to your swollen clit. she alternated between flicking her tongue and licking over your bud, shaking her head slightly, making you dig your fingers even further into her hair, pushing her face deeper.

"oh my god, paige-" you gasped, the rest of your words getting caught in a high pitched moan.

maybe it was the overwhelming tension that had been building between you two all night, or the fact that she had been edging you for the past twenty minutes, but you swear nothing has ever felt this good.

you didn’t know how your legs were still holding you up. your knees were jelly. your thighs were twitching. your head kept falling back against the wall, unable to stay still.

you haven't even known her for half a day, yet she's fucking you like she's known you for years. her fingers curled inside you at a rhythmic pace, hitting your spot so precisely. over and over again.

your back arches off the wall, riding her face, hard and messy. your hand flew to your chest, tugging your dress down without a second thought. your breasts spilled free into the cool air, nipples already hard. you grabbed at one, squeezing, rolling your fingers over it until you moaned again, louder this time.

"don't stop," you were barely coherent. each word and moan that came from your mouth was closer and closer to sounding like a sob.

paige hummed again against your cunt. her lips created a tight suction around your puffy clit, using her tongue to flick erratically.

and just like that, your body jerks.

the pressure that had been coiled in your gut snapped, exploding out in waves that knocked the breath out of you. literally.

you couldn't think. couldn't breathe.

you felt like you were being held hostage to your own pleasure. you couldn't do anything but wildly buck your hips into her face as she continued lapping up everything you had her before it even had time to leak. your mouth was open— no sound, just gasps of air— cheeks hot and wet from the tears that slipped from your eyes.

finally feeling your arm again, you muster up as much energy as you could to push at her shoulder. paige pulled back breathlessly, lips and chin drenched in your juices. her hair was messy, most of her bun undone from the grip you had on it.

your legs were trembling, and paige— sensing that you were struggling— stood up to her feet to hold onto you. she caressed your face with her other hand, bringing you in for a quick kiss.

when she pulled back, she rested her forehead against yours. "you okay?"

you nodded, still dazed from your orgasm. your hand reached for her chain, looping a finger under it to pull her back in. your lips met hers again, hungrier this time. you sucked on her bottom lip, moaning softly into her mouth, then kissed your way down to her chin, licking your own slick from her skin like you were claiming it back.

paige moaned, gripping your sides tighter. "shit..."

"bed," you muttered against her jawline, breath hot against her skin. "now."

paige didn't hesitate. her hands grabbed onto the back of your thighs and lifted you up, your legs instantly wrapped around her waist, leaving messy open mouthed kisses at her neck as she maneuvered through her apartment. you bit down, sucking hard enough to bruise.

"you're killing me," paige said, her voice strained and needy.

"good," you whispered, rolling your hips against her bare stomach.

paige pushed open a door with her foot and crossed the threshold, tossing you onto her bed. you bounced once, dress hiked around your hips, tits fully out and glistening in the soft light from your body oil. you propped yourself up on your elbows, watching her with parted lips.

she reached forward, tugging at the hem of your dress until it reached your hips. you lifted yourself up, helping her completely pull it off of you.

she then grabbed the ends of her shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing a fitted black sports bra that hugged her just enough to make you throb all over again. she let it drop to the floor behind her, eyes still locked on yours as she started to crawl over the bed.

but you stopped her, foot planted against her abdomen.

she froze and arched an eyebrow at you, curious, breath catching just slightly.

you didn’t say anything right away, dragging your foot slowly down her torso, tracing every muscle, until your toes found the zipper of her shorts and rested there.

"these too."

paige's mouth curled into the faintest smirk, "yes, ma'am."

she pulled back to undo the zipper on her shorts slowly, hooking her thumbs into the waistband before dragging them down her legs. her boxers were black, snug against her thighs. she was lean, defined in all the right places. the rough kisses you left on her neck were already forming into hickeys. you felt your mouth water at the sight of her in front of you.

"i wanna taste you."

you rose up to sit on your knees, eyes never leaving hers. paige stayed standing, watching you with a heat in her gaze that made your pulse spike.

“i won’t stop you,” she murmured, her fingers slipped into your hair, gentle but possessive, dragging her nails lightly along your scalp as if guiding you without force.

your hands slid up the side of her thighs, letting your nails drag against her skin, before they curled around the waistband of her briefs.

you tugged them down slowly, watching the way her body responded. you could see her hips jerk forward, just once, small but noticeable.

they slipped halfway down her thighs with ease, revealing her slick, glistening cunt already dripping for you.

your hands gripped her thighs for stability as you got closer, lips inches away from her. "i should make your ass beg."

“yeah fucking right,” she fired back, letting out a shaky laugh.

"what?" you pulled back slightly, dragging your lips upward to lick up her thigh, along her pelvis bone. "you had so much to say about this mouth... now you don't want it?"

"i do want it."

you could see her patience thinning, but you didn't care. she was stubborn, but so were you. she didn't get to toy with you all night and not get a taste of her own medicine.

your thumb brushed over her clit just barely and she tensed again. you kissed back down her thighs. "beg."

for a second, she didn’t move.

her jaw clenched, eyes closing briefly. but you stayed there, still quietly placing kisses on her skin, waiting for her next move.

then she finally spoke.

“please, baby,” paige rasped, opening her eyes to meet yours. "i need your mouth— fuck, i need it.”

you let her feel your smile against her skin. within seconds, you leaned in, kissing her clit once. then again, longer, deeper, lips sucking around it with purpose. you felt her fingers tighten in your hair as she let her head fall back with a soft moan. you licked between her folds, tongue flattening to push deep and taste everything she had waiting for you.

“shit—" paige choked out, tugging you back suddenly, her breath shallow. "lay on your back. now.”

you moved quick, eyes hungry as you laid flat against her sheets, mouth still wet with the taste of her. paige climbed over you, the mattress dipping beneath her weight, and positioned herself above your face, her pussy just inches from your mouth.

“this okay?” she asked, voice quieter now.

you didn’t answer with words.

your tongue met her center again, licking up her slit before you sucked her clit into your mouth with a moan. paige groaned, deep from her throat. her thighs tensed beside your head, her fingers finding your hair again, tighter now.

“oh shit…”

she rolled her hips once, careful and experimental, then again, rougher, grinding down into your face like she needed it.

you held yourself still with your tongue flat out as she rode your face, watching her through your eyelashes. her eyes were closed, eyebrows slightly furrowed, with her lips parted. her moans were quieter, but raw and vulnerable. you clenched your own thighs together at the sight.

you flicked your tongue up at just the right angle, hitting her clit mid-grind, earning another praise from her.

"just like that."

you could feel her starting to shake above you, her wetness coating your chin, dripping down your jaw. she continued rhythmic strokes that got messier with every pass. you didn’t move even as your jaw began to ache. you kept your tongue out, let her use you as she pleased, hands resting on her thighs as she rode your mouth harder.

paige tugged at your hair tighter, making you moan against her. you pressed your tongue even further into her, feeling her hips stutter.

“oh—” she gasps, moments before she reaches her orgasm. a heavy groan escapes her and her entire body shudders, her thighs clenching tight around your head.

paige didn’t say a word for a moment.

just hovered there, breathless, trying to collect herself. it wasn't long before she removed herself off of you to sit in the empty space next to you, back rested against her headboard.

you sat up slowly. paige was watching you—head tilted back slightly, eyes hooded and dark.

“come here."

you crawled toward her, and as soon as you were within reach, her hands found your waist, dragging you forward until you were straddling her lap.

her eyes dropped, trailing down your chest, over your pierced navel, past the mess she’d made between your thighs, and back up like she was trying to memorize you all over again.

your tongue slid across your bottom lip, licking away the taste she left on your face.

she didn’t look away.

“wanna taste it?” you asked.

paige nodded slowly before you reached out, cupping her chin between your fingers. her lips parted easily for you.

you leaned forward, mouth hovering just above hers, letting a mix of your saliva and her juices fall into her mouth. it dripped slow, stretched, then broke against her tongue.

she chased after your lips hungrily, like she needed more of you. her hands found the curve of your ass and gripped firmly, thumbs digging into the flesh before she let one cheek go and landed a sharp slap that echoed through the room. you gasped, body jolting, but the sting only made you want her more.

"turn around," paige ordered, murmuring against your lips.

you hesitated, confused, but could feel the delicious anticipation curling in your stomach. still, you let her guide you, limbs pliant under her touch.

your back was now pressed flush to her front.

her arms wrapped around your thighs, yanking them up, spreading them wide until your wet cunt was fully exposed on display for both of you.

“look at that pussy,” paige whispered against your ear. “so fucking pretty.”

your head dropped back into the crook of her neck, lips parted, chest heaving. she kept one arm locked under your left thigh while her leg held your right leg in place, holding them up and apart so you wouldn't be able to close them. her other hand slid up your front, warm and delicate, until it found your breasts.

she cupped them softly at first, then squeezed. her thumbs brushed over your nipples, rolling them between her fingers until you whined from how sensitive you still were.

"paige..." you half-whined, half-pleaded, feeling yourself clench around air desperately.

her hand left your breast, holding two fingers up to your mouth. "suck."

and you did.

your lips wrapped around her fingers, warm and wet, tongue swirling around them as you kept her gaze.

paige’s eyes darkened, her breath hitched just slightly as you hollowed your cheeks, sucking her fingers deeper. when she finally pulled them free, they left your lips with a slick pop.

you didn’t even have time to blink. her hand was already between your thighs, and those same soaked fingers slipped into you to the hilt without warning.

your walls clenched around her immediately, a broken gasp ripping out of your throat.

at first, she moved slow, making your stomach tighten and your hips lift off the bed. she let you sit in it, let you feel every inch of her fingers dragging against your walls. until she shifted. her pace snapped faster, rougher, fucking into you without mercy.

your back arched hard, hands scrambled up her arms, gripping her flexed biceps so tight your nails dug into her skin. you let out a soft cry, voice cracking as her name fell from lips.

her hand slid off your thigh, moving up to your throat— wrapping around it, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch. "so wet for me. bet you’d let me keep you like this all night.”

"yes," you mewled softly, nodding your head repeatedly against her as your legs shook.

her thumb pressed against the side of your throat, feeling your pulse hammering against her skin.

“yeah?” she taunted, grinding her fingers deeper into you. “you’d let me fuck you stupid, baby? keep you creaming on my hand ‘til you can't take it?"

“i—” you gasped, a ragged moan ripping out of your mouth as she curled her fingers against your spot. “oh, fuck—”

your legs fell even wider, hips rolling down into her hand.

“…i can take it,” you panted, words slurring.

she kept fucking into you, her strokes rough, anything but gentle. you could feel her breath against your ear, speaking to you— but it was all gibberish to you. she kept her pace the same, grinding her palm against your clit with every thrust, making your vision blur and your whole body shake against her.

"yes, yes, yes," you cried, your nails dug into her arms, chasing the orgasm she was dragging out of you. half the words coming from your mouth didn't even make sense anymore.

“that’s it,” she muttered against your ear, breathing you in. she used one of the fingers that sprawled over your throat to turn your head back towards her, claiming your mouth with a messy kiss.

you whimpered into her mouth, fingers tangling in the back of her neck, yanking her impossibly closer like you needed her more than you needed to breathe.

maybe you did.

the heat in your gut was back, hotter, heavier, burning low and brutal.

you pulled back from her kiss, panting against her lips, your chest heaving against hers.

your teeth caught your bottom lip, biting down hard as another sharp pulse rolled through you, your toes curling tight into the sheets.

"oh my god— i'm cumming—" you somehow managed to cry out in between moans.

your body locked up, thighs snapping tight around her hand as fucked you through another orgasm. her hand slipped from your throat to yank your thighs back open, locking her arm underneath your leg.

"take it, baby," she said, against your lips, eyes locked on you.

you gasped sharply, head dropping forward. paige didn’t slow, her fingers fucked into you ruthlessly, letting you ruin her sheets, soaking them underneath your spasming body.

another orgasm tore through you, violent and raw. gushes of your arousal squirting through her fingers and dripped down your ass, soaking her wrist. you sobbed against her arm, whole body trembling uncontrollably from the sheer overstimulation.

“fuck,” paige groaned as she kept going. she retracted her fingers from inside of you, rubbing sharp, quick circles against your clit.

she coaxed you through it, forcing more from you, dragging every last drop out until you were whimpering broken sounds into her skin.

“mm, there you go,” she murmured, half praising, half growling, feeling you shudder beneath her. “so fuckin' perfect.”

your legs twitched helplessly as her movements eventually came to a halt. your body immediately slumped back against her chest, feeling boneless and utterly fucked out. your chest rose and fell in quick bursts, trying to catch your breath.

"breathe, mama."

paige shifted behind you carefully, easing you off her lap and onto the mattress, laying you down gently beside her. her hands lingering a second longer than necessary, like she didn't want the night to end.

"how you feelin'?" her fingers skimmed lazily over your stomach, light, barely there.

your chest rose and fell in sharp, shaky breaths, skin burning everywhere she touched you. paige leaned over, brushing curls from your forehead with the back of her knuckles.

"good," you whispered, voice hoarse. "i think..."

paige smirked, "you tapping out?"

"fuck, no," you let out a breathless laugh, "i'm just... recuperating."

"good," she leaned down, pressing a light kiss to your lips. "cause we still got all night."

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I have a request! Angry sex with gyu? You have an arguement and spend the whole day ignoring each other until you come home...:>

(haven't proof-read and i'm rustyyyyyy, but here goes)

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[DISCLAIMER: nsfw – minors dni, possessive!beomgyu x fem!reader, petnames, dirty talk, mildly rough, clothed sex, established relationship]

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beomgyu had been acting up ever since you told him about the morning’s meeting, one where you were offered to work with one of the industry’s biggest shots. you came back home, excited to tell this to your fiancé, but he didn’t take that very pleasantly.

it almost seemed as if he was annoyed at the idea, trying to deflect from the topic after suggesting that you don’t go through with the offer. his vague suggestion pissed you off too, because this was a pretty big deal for you and he wouldn't tell you why it bothered him.

despite the disagreement, and rather heated argument, you both had to go furniture shopping for your new place. the errand was…frustrating, to say the least, with both of you being petty and throwing low blows at each other.

"is this one good enough?" you asked, and before he could respond, answered yourself. "oh, nevermind, you'll just pick on it for no definite reason." you feigned thoughtfully.

beomgyu had glared at you more times than he had actually looked at any of the pieces you selected, for the new house. and, being the brat you are, you only threw him sarcastic smiles, which only fueled his annoyance.

by the time you both reached the counter, beomgyu's jaw was clenched and his fist was squeezing onto the cart's handles. however, he still nudged you to the side and unloaded the cart, saving you any trouble.

you watched, irritated with his unexplained tantrum and muttered a quiet 'you don't have to do everything for me.' and he, being hyperaware of everything you do and say, caught it.

he hummed calmly, "yeah, but i will." he said casually and handed his card to the cashier for the billing process.

"might as well tie a leash around my neck." you scoffed, obviously not meaning that. but, it did seem to get under beomgyu's skin, because he paused and threw you a warning look.

he took a long breathe to calm himself, "y/n." his voice lowered, ignoring the way that the cashier was eyeing you two. "..just go and sit in the car." he exhaled and finished up with the payment.

your shoulders sagged at how little it took to upset him, because you both always exchanged these type of jokes. "fine", you huffed under your breathe and made your way towards the parking lot.

he always left his car keys with you, so you got in without any issues, settling in the passenger seat. beomgyu didn't take long to join, arranging the bags in the trunk and then sliding into the driver's seat.

neither of you tried to break the tense silence, letting the car's engine fill it with it's ignition. beomgyu drove out of the parking lot and straight to your shared apartment, which was soon to be moved out of.

you were starting to grow annoyed too, not because beomgyu held an objection about the offer you received, but because he wasn't even telling you why. you didn't want to upset him, but he wasn't giving you much to work with.

soon enough, he had pulled up in the driveway of your apartment complex and parked the car. you got out of the car almost immediately and started gathering the bags of artifacts.

"baby-" beomgyu tried to call out, but knew that you weren't really going to listen. he watched you take out the bags and turned off the engine, stepping out himself.

he didn't bother to argue, instead gently pulling the bags from your hands. you clicked your tongue at his hot and cold behaviour as he headed to the elevator.

beomgyu looked at you when you didn't step inside, "get in, y/n." he said as he held his hand in front of the sensor.

you narrowed your eyes, "so, i'm supposed to listen to everything you tell me to do. what am i, a dog?" you finally broke the tensely calm exterior, your voice coming off edgy.

beomgyu inhaled a sharp breathe, as if to contain himself, before he simply tugged you in by your wrist. your body stumbled against his taller, broader frame, not failing to light the same warmth as always.

the elevator dinged and started to move up as you tried to regain your footing, shooting a half-hearted glare at beomgyu.

"that's what you think i'm doing? trying to control you?" he scoffed and backed you against the side wall.

your gaze faltered at the undertone in his voice, but you didn't back down, ofcourse. "let's see, first you try to limit my profession, and now you're ordering me and doing things for me. so, you be the judge." you challenged.

beomgyu could hardly contain his annoyance, at this point, so he didn't wait when the elevator doors opened at your floor. he kept the strong grip on your wrist and dragged you inside your shared apartment, locking the doors behind him.

he kept the bags near the shoe rack and took off his coat, "that's the last thing I want to do to you, y/n. you should know that by now." he huffed out in frustration.

you gave him another sarcastic look and shrugged off your own cardigan, "your actions tell me otherwise." you bit back, only to rile beomgyu up further.

a heavy beat of silence later, you stepped closer to him, so now his body was looming a few inches from yours. "why are you even acting like this?" you questioned, looking up at him with hint of confusion.

beomgyu's body grew tense and he looked to the side, "does it need to have a reason? is me saying that..it's not something i'm comfortable with, not enough?" he countered, his own voice carrying a hint of sharpness now.

that threw you off a little, because beomgyu always insisted on communication. and right now, he was being unreasonable.

"see? trying to make my decisions for me." you chuckled humorlessly and, that did it for him.

beomgyu caught hold of your jaw with one hand in the next second, his fingers lightly digging into either sides of your cheeks. he brought his forehead down to rest against yours, with a small bump.

"don't you dare accuse me of that, baby. i never told you to straight up reject the offer." he gritted out as he stared down at you with darkened eyes.

you flinched, just barely, at the sudden force and felt your breathe hitch. "you..implied it." you managed to let out without stammering.

beomgyu shut his eyes and flexed his jaw muscles, "i have every right to have my concerns. i'm going to be your husband, remember?" he breathed out.

"yeah? and, you plan on controlling me?" you provoked, knowing full well, that he does probably have a reason for his objections.

beomgyu could easily choose to lose his temper right now, but he huffed out a laugh instead. "you call this control?" his voice lowered as he opened his eyes and looked at you intently.

before you had a chance to question what he meant, he slammed his lips against yours, tightening his hold on your jaw. his other hand snaked around your waist and pulled you to him, making you gasp in response.

your brows furrowed, but your body reacted instantly, kissing him back without any complaints. your own fingers slid up to the collar of his linen shirt, fisting it to anchor yourself.

beomgyu's hands slid down your sides, mapping out your curves before grabbing your hips and turning your body to press against the edge of the kitchen counter.

his lips left yours, only to trickle a path down your jaw and to your ear, "trust me, baby. if i actually start controlling you, you'd hardly ever get out of our bed." he whispered in your ear as one of his hands crawled up your front.

you couldn't help but whimper when his hand cupped your breast, through the material of your ankle-length sundress. meanwhile, he left wet kisses underneath your ear and down the side of your neck.

"how's this..any different, gyu?" you exhaled shakily, feeling your legs grow weaker when beomgyu pressed himself against your back, making sure you feel the tent in his pants against your ass.

beomgyu chuckled and rubbed his bulge against the curve of your cheeks, "well, i give you the freedom to decide whether i should fuck you or stop." he said between kisses, simultaneously toying with you left nipple under the dress. "should i fuck you or stop, baby?" he husked.

another soft sound left your lips at the stimulation and your knees were starting to weaken at the tone and depth in beomgyu's voice. "b-beomgyu.." you placed your palms on the kitchen's table-top, tilting your head back against beomgyu's shoulder.

beomgyu bunched your dress up with his free hand, trailing it up your bare thigh and stopping right underneath your panties. "fuck you or stop?" he repeated and watched your throat bob as you gulped.

and, if the answer wasn't obvious enough, you mumbled out a "fuck me," against his hear.

that's all it took for beomgyu to reach between your legs and slip his fingers in from the side of your panties. "that's right, you always listen." he hummed and pressed his tongue against your collarbone.

a moan, this time louder, slipped past your lips when swiped a digit over your entrance teasingly. "given how wet you are, i think you like the idea of me controlling you?" he asked with a hint of mocking in his tone.

you try to fight that, obviously, but mewled instead as he slid his finger inside and bit down on your collarbone. "n-not necessarily," you fought back, though your hips bucked into his hand.

you could feel him smile against your skin as he sucked on it, his other hand still playing with your hardened nipple. "good," he inserted another finger and started to pump them slowly, at first.

"because, like i said, i'll never try to control you." he said in a hushed voice as his fingres continued to thrust in and and out of your, now dripping hole.

your eyes fell shut and your brows arched in pleasure at the feeling of his clothed member against your ass, and his fingers preparing you for him. you barely paid attention to his words.

beomgyu watched as your body melted between him and the counter, and pulled his fingers out. he had to take you, before he lost himself.

his wet fingers reached for his button and zipper and undid them both in one go, freeing his length and pressing it against the material of your panties. his hand held your dress at the hips, while the other one snaked up to wrap around your neck.

his fingers easily covered your throat's surface, "is this collar good enough for you?" he asked and your cheeks flushed at the jab from your comment earlier. "hm, baby?" he urged, now moving your panties to the side and pressing his tip against your soaked slit.

you moaned and reached a hand to hold onto his arm, your back now pressed tightly against his fully clothed chest. "beomgyu, please…" you whined softly as he lathered his cock using your heat.

it wasn't suprising that your legs were shaking and would've given out if beomgyu wasn't holding you. but, the moment he pushed his tip inside you, your head dropped forward and your breathing grew laboured.

beomgyu let out a soft grunt himself, not taking it easy on you and pushing deeper impatiently. his fingers tightened around your neck, "controlling you was the last thing on my mind," he huffed out as he pulled his hips back.

"i felt fucking protective." he snarled and thrusted back in, harder. your body jerked at the force of it, and your heart jerked at his words. "i didn't want you working with a man that is known for his flirty approaches." he finally blurted as he retreated and slammed himself back inside you.

and, it made much more sense now. "mmf, beomgyu, i-" you barely got the time to respond before he cut you off and rammed into you, over and over again.

"control you?" he scoffed, gripping your neck a little tighter as he continued to thrust his length inside you, rather harshly. "if i wanted to, i would've had you outright deny the offer." he pulled your head back up and pressed his lips against your ear.

your body rippled in pleasure, and a slight tingle, due to the pace beomgyu had pick up. "but, i didn't, did i?" he challenged and punctuated it with another deep thrust.

you shook your head in reponse, having no argument against it, because he was right. "i suggested you consider your response, baby." beomgyu panted against your ear as he drove his cock inside your heat again.

the constant and brutal pounding only edged you closer to a high and all you could respond with was a whine. "you c-could've just said that.." you reasoned, syncing your hips with his thrusts, so you could reach what your bodies were chasing.

beomgyu looked down at you and paused for a split second, "and, let you believe that i'm driven by an ugly emotion like jealousy?" he asked, hitting your spot one last time before the knot in your stomach snapped.

you moaned out his name like a mantra as he continued to fuck you, though not as roughly as before. his thrusts were slower and sloppy now, rolling into you lazily as he chased his own release.

once he did, your body hunched forward to stabilize itself. both of you gasped for air, with beomgyu kissing the back of your head to calm you down.

"but, you are." you chuckled, with a much lighter tone of sarcasm now.

[witchywcmans]

AGAINST THE LAW. | KEN RYUGUJI

synopsis ━━ after one too many trips to the auto repair shop with your old car, you realize you can focus on your work tasks so much better in the waiting room. but when the head mechanic notices you've been loitering, you recognize him instantly: ken ryuguji. there’s zero chance you’re getting out of this one. (older!draken x f!reader.)

content warnings ━━ missionary position on a motorcycle (hey, this is fiction), cunnilingus + fingering, praise, semi-public sex, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, pet names (i.e. cherry), mentions loss of virginity in the past, mutual pining, au as helllll, draken is in his late 20s and a mechanic. nsfw (minors + ageless blogs dni).

word count ━━ 5.2k

song inspiration ━━ one for the road, arctic monkeys / one of the girls, the weeknd / fallen star, the neighbourhood

author's note ━━ ok off the bat, I just wanna say this fic was completely inspired by this movie called wait with me. my friends and I like to watch passionflix movies for the laughs, but this one wasn't. well horrible. if you watch it, don't expect oscar-worthy performances, but it was fun and stupid and yeah, it made me think about what if part of this concept was applied to draken when he was older, workin as a mechanic. idk. I'm not caught up on the manga whatsoever so take this as a major au lol

Your car was a piece of shit, but that wasn’t the only reason you ended up sitting in the waiting room at the mechanic’s more than usual. A police officer would call it loitering. You, on the other hand, called it a safe space. For the past couple of weeks, your car had been in and out of the shop due to a faulty ignition sensor that your mechanic couldn’t nail down until your car broke down on the side of the highway. For the third time. Needless to say, it had been a stressful past month. The car issues had been one thing, but then there was all the pressure at work. And for some reason, you began to find comfort in working at the mechanic’s waiting room.

Your work as a journalist was very important to you. A perfectionist at heart, you needed to be in the right zone, the right state of mind, to write. Unfortunately, you weren’t someone who could sit at your desk at home for hours, typing away at the speed of light, and you definitely couldn’t focus at a coffee shop. You tried a plethora of other places. The local park: your laptop died. The library: teenagers still whispered too loud even in the quietest of places. The McDonald's parking lot: you got distracted by your hunger. Nowhere was right … until you were forced to work from your mechanic’s waiting room while he worked on your car. 

Even when your mechanic figured out the issue, you couldn’t help but sneak in through the entrance late mornings and work on your articles. The waiting room was just so … quiet, even more quiet than a library. There was hardly anyone in there besides the retired folk who could wait all day for their car to be fixed. You had a coffee machine at your disposable – not good coffee, but good enough – and a selection of snacks from the vending machine. It was pure bliss. You liked to hole yourself up in the corner, picking out different outfits that would conceal your face enough, and type away until the sun began to set. No one said a word to you. No one batted an eye.

So, as you can see, it was a surprise to you when someone eventually approached you two months into your loitering scheme.

It was just about closing time and you were shoving your laptop in your backpack after sending off another draft to your editor. A pair of feet appeared in front of your chair, and when you looked up at the young mechanic chewing on the end of a toothpick, you knew you were fucked. 

“Toyota,” he said without missing a beat, knowing your car from the top of his head, “ignition sensor, right?”

You paused, sliding on your backpack. Could you make a break for it? “Um … correct.”

“That was fixed weeks ago,” he said, slapping a dirty rag on his shoulder, car keys dangling from the other hand. 

Your mouth went completely dry. How the fuck could you explain this without coming off as a total weirdo? Your hands gripped the straps of your backpack for dear life. This was so embarrassing.

Before you could reply, the young mechanic gestured to the back door with his chin. “Follow me,” he said. “Boss wants to talk to ‘ya.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Still fiddling with your backpack straps, you knew there was no choice but to follow this guy. He led you through the back door and into the main workshop area of the shop. There were some cars left on a few lifts, ready to be inspected tomorrow, and the shelves packed with parts seemed to be in disarray. Besides that, there was no one in here but you, the young mechanic, and whoever this “boss” was still working in the back of the shop. You had never met the owner of the shop before; you typically worked with your mechanic and no one else.

You took down the hood that you’d been wearing today. There was no use in hiding your face now.

“Here she is, boss,” the man beside you said, still twirling those keys. “Can I go home now?”

“Yeah, yeah,” the boss replied, hidden behind the huge motorcycle he was working on. “Good work today.”

The younger man left, the bell above the office door jingling, and now it was just two: you and this so-called boss you’d never met. You stood there in silence, hands fidgeting with anxiety, as you waited for the boss to say something. From behind the motorcycle, all you could see was a flash of blonde hair and smoke puffing out into the dingy air. It smelled like motor oil and cigarettes back here.

You lifted your foot – maybe it was time to try and sprint out – but then a deep voice entered the work space.

“You know that loitering is against the law, right?”

That voice … it was familiar, but you couldn’t put a pin on it. And then, the boss was standing up, and you saw the tuft of blonde hair slicked back, the shaved sides on his head. That infamous dragon tattoo still on his left temple. The little hoop on his left ear was accompanied by a few other small piercings. He was still the same height – over six feet – but had grown some muscle. His hands were calloused from all those years of fighting, and now, from heavy labor. And those eyes … they were still as stormy and dark as the first day you saw him in school.

This wasn’t just embarrassing. This was mortifying.

“C’mon, Cherry,” Draken said, instantly recognizing you and your old nickname, “you know you can’t loiter in my shop.”

Cherry. You hadn’t been called that since … well, since high school. Your classmates hadn’t started calling you that because of a specific physical trait. To your face, you were told the nickname was for your quick skill of tying a cherry stem into a knot with your tongue. You had been the best, after all. But unbeknownst to you, the nickname came from when Mikey Sano, the infamous former leader of the Tokyo Manji Gang, popped your cherry.

You hadn’t even liked Mikey at the time. You were just sweet sixteen, and he was a year older, and you had assumed it would be better for your first to be someone with experience. Unfortunately, Mikey Sano had no experience. The sex had been awkward and terrible, as most first times between teenagers are, but at least you could say that you lost your virginity to the leader of Toman. Your eyes had always been on someone else, though. Someone who you had been too nervous to talk to, who you had only shared just a few interactions with. You never had a crush on Mikey as a teenager; you had always liked –

“Draken,” you said finally, shock lining your voice. Your eyes formed into wide saucers. It had been so long, and he was here. This whole time. Right under your nose. How surprised did you look right now?

He chuckled, wiping his hands off on a rag. The cigarette dangling from his lips was plucked out, and he stabbed it into an ashtray. “Don’t look so surprised.”

Oh, so you did look that shocked to see him.

He threw the tool he’d been using on a bench and stepped around the bike. “I really don’t go by Draken anymore,” he continued, sitting down on the rusted motorcycle, stretching his legs out. “Just call me, Ken.”

You were speechless. Were you breathing right now? You had to admit … you still found him to be handsome. He always had been. God, you were obsessed with him in high school, but always hid your crush in the shadows. Not even your friends knew about it, but you’d made it obvious, even if you didn’t know it. And now … he’d gotten better with age. The lines underneath his eyes told a story, as well as the scars etched into his veiny forearms. He could have more that you couldn’t see underneath the tattoos on his arms. Your mouth was so dry from staring at him that you had to lick the corners of your lips.

“Ken,” you said in a single breath, lacing your hands together in front of your body. You hadn’t moved from your spot, even when he was looking at you so casually. “I’m so sorry for loitering. Please, don’t call the cops on me. Or something. I have a reason –”

“Me? Call the police?” He laughed again, and it was just like how you remembered. “Do you know me at all, Cherry?”

Once you found the courage to breathe again, you stepped forward. Then another. And another. “I guess I don’t,” you shrugged, still playing with your hands. “I guess I just knew of you.”

“And I knew of you, all those years ago.” He smiled like you two were in on a secret. The rag that had been in his hands was tossed onto his left shoulder. He was wearing a pair of grey coveralls stained with oil, but the top half was unzipped and tied around his waist, leaving him in just a white tank top on his torso, which hugged his muscles so nicely. “So, tell me then. What’s the reason for your loitering?”

This had to be the most words shared between you two than all those years at school together. You thought about pinching yourself, just to check if this was all part of an elaborate dream. Or nightmare, depending on how it ended.

“Um …” You rubbed the back of your neck, blushing slightly. “Well, you see … the waiting room at your shop is very … quiet.”

His brow raised. “So I’ve been told.” He stared you down. “C’mon, out with it.”

“You’re going to make fun of me.”

“I will not.”

“Yes, you will.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because we went to school together!”

“Oh, you know that means noth –”

“I’m a journalist and I write my articles better in your waiting room,” you finally answered, crossing your arms over your chest. “There. I said it.”

Draken couldn’t stop himself from laughing. He knew he promised, but the giggles bubbled up inside him, forcing themselves to emerge. You looked at him incredulously, blinking too fast. All you wanted right now was to crawl into a hole and be left alone. You had to find a new mechanic after this.

“You said you wouldn’t make fun of me,” you sighed.

He waved his hand as his laughter died down. “I’m not. I promise.” Finally, his shoulders sagged again and he stood up. “I think it’s really cool that you … like my waiting room so much.”

You found your lips pulling into a smile at the same time as him. The tension broke and you felt your dimples crease. “I also like all the little snacks in the machine.”

“And the coffee?” He added.

You shrugged. “Could use some work.”

Draken laughed again, and just the sound of it made butterflies form in your stomach. You never had such a reaction to someone laughing before. What was wrong with you?

He stuck his hands in the front pockets of his coveralls. “It’s … really nice to see you again, Cherry.”

You mimicked his actions, instead sliding your hands into the back pockets of your jeans. “You too, Ken.”

“I won’t bust you for loitering, by the way. Even if it is against the law,” he chuckled under his breath, whipping the rag off his shoulder once again. “Come over here. Let me show you what I’m working on.”

His tone was so casual, as if years hadn’t passed between you two, as if this wasn’t the most you talked in years. You set your backpack down and approached him in front of the bike. Your fingers ran over the slope of the seat, all new despite the rusty exterior of the motorcycle. “That’s new leather,” he informed you. “Feel free to test it out. I need someone else’s butt on this thing so I know if I chose a good material.”

You giggled, all light and flirty. You simply couldn’t help it, especially when he looked at you with those dark eyes, the corners creasing when he smiled. Without missing a beat, you sat down on the side of the bike, like he had minutes ago, and looked up at him. He was tall, but from this seat, he was even taller. 

He pointed to the wheel of the bike, and then the headlight. “I just started replacing the …” His voice drowned out as you simply focused on his lips. His mouth quirked as he explained what he fixed so far on the bike. You watched his finger dance around the bike, taking in the rough exterior of his hands up close. They were so much bigger now, amongst other things –

“So how’s that seat?”

You blinked, bringing yourself out of your horny stupor. “Oh, um – comfy. Very comfy.” You cleared your throat. “So … is this for a customer?”

“It’s mine. This is a personal project,” he explained, leaning slightly to the left, closer to you. “I wouldn’t be working on anything this late except if it was for me.”

His eyes were on you again, drinking you in as you sat on the bike. He placed his hand on the fuel tank, so close to yours. Your stomach was definitely doing flip-flops now, especially when you noticed the way his eyes raked down your figure. You wished you’d chosen something better to wear, something other than a pair of jeans and a cropped hoodie, but you’d only expected to be getting work done in the waiting room today. Not to be confronted by your old school crush. But it looked like it didn’t matter to him. The way he was looking at you … it felt like you were naked.

“It really is nice to see you again,” he said, voice just slightly above a whisper. His stance changed and he moved to stand between your legs.

You bit your lip for a moment. “You already said that.”

“You’re right. Uh … I …” He looked down at his hands, flexing them, breaking his nerves. “You just … look very pretty … sitting on my bike.”

You looked down at yourself. The way you sat with your legs spread wide was anything but attractive, and it wasn’t like you were wearing a cute, little dress. “I do?”

But when you lifted your stare again, his face was so much closer to yours. He was leaning down now, bracing two hands on the leather seat, and trying to pretend like he wasn’t inhaling your perfume. You just smelled … so good. Like strawberries and apples and … cherries. Red, ripened cherries. And the way you were sitting on that seat, eyes wide and cheeks blushing from being caught earlier. Fuck, it reminded him of the first time he saw you in high school. He had been a horny teenager, of course, but the way he saw you tie that cherry stem with your tongue … you were the first person he ever jerked off to the thought of. He had never made a move on you – ever – but at this moment, he was glad. Because things would’ve been different, and you never would’ve ended up loitering at his shop, and you never would’ve been sitting so pretty on his bike, all these years later.

“I just …” He trailed off, words failing him, as he lifted a hand to skim it over your jawline. “You can tell me to stop.”

But you didn’t. You wouldn’t. Your eyes simply batted up at him, leaning into his touch when his fingers caressed your cheek. Your skin immediately flushed. You were so soft, and warm, and god, did his skin prickle when he touched you. 

“Can I tell you a secret?” He muttered, voice gravely. You nodded instantly, and his thumb went to trace the outline of your lips. “I had always been … jealous that Mikey got to you first.”

Had your feelings in high school been reciprocated and you didn’t even know it? You licked at the corners of your lips, your tongue quickly flicking his thumb in the process. “You were?” You asked, already feeling yourself getting wet from just him tracing your lips. “I … never really liked Mikey anyways.” You then shook your head. “It feels silly to talk about this so many years later –”

Draken turned your face back to his, looking into your eyes sternly. “You never liked Mikey,” he said, point blank, pressing his thumb onto your bottom lip.

Without hesitation, you wrapped your lips around his thumb, swirling your tongue around the fingertip. You shook your head at his question.

His breath hitched. Just the sight of your lips around his thumb had him adjusting himself in his pants. He could feel his cock start to swell with need, causing him to mumble a soft, “Fuck,” under his breath.

You weren’t just wet now. You were soaked.

You slipped your mouth off his thumb, leaving a tiny trail of spit. His face immediately got closer, his lips grazing yours. He could tell they were soft, and even your chapstick smelled like cherries. God, how could he be so hard already? “I liked you back when we were teenagers,” you confessed, reaching out to hook your thumbs in the belt loops on his coveralls. “I was too scared to say anything, and Mikey … he’d just been there. Right place at the right time. We really didn’t feel anything for each other.”

Your words stirred something within him, something more than jealousy. Was it regret? The fact that he could’ve had you, all those years ago, if he’d just manned up and asked. He could’ve fought people all day, but when it came to asking out the girl he liked, he’d sat back, let his best friend pop your cherry. It should’ve been him. Fuck, it could’ve been him. 

His lips pressed to yours instantly, needing to taste the sweetness on your lips. His tongue darted out, swiping at that cherry flavor, and he moaned. Actually moaned. Draken wasn’t known to be weak for anyone, but you … you had always been a different story. You pulled him in closer by his belt loops, tipping your face up as he leaned over you. His mouth devoured yours, his tongue slipping past your lips once again to explore your mouth. He gripped the edge of the seat, his other hand cradling your jaw, and you wanted him so much closer. If he just put his knee between your legs, you could –

There it was. He did it, placing his knee right in the perfect spot. You bucked your hips up, setting a slow grind against his knee as he kissed you with feverish intent. Moans fell from your lips and into the kiss, making the tent in his pants grow bigger every passing second. He was so fucking hard now, and he needed more of you. He would have more of you.

“No, stop,” he muttered, breaking the kiss and moving his knee away. You huffed with disappointment, wanting that delicious friction once again, but when you opened your eyes, he was staring at you with purpose. “Please, let me taste you.”

You nodded dumbly, eyes blown out with lust. All you could say was, “Okay.”

In another life, you would’ve said something endearing, or maybe even hit him with a little dirty talk. But you absolutely couldn’t right now. Your head was swimming, the image of him unzipping your jeans and taking them off felt like it was out of a fever dream. Is this what it felt like to drown? No, you were breathing – just about – and Draken was throwing your pants off to the side, kneeling before you. Your legs spread wide as you sat on the bike. Surely, there could’ve been a better place to do this, but the way he was staring at your soaked panties, pushing them to the side to take in your pussy … you knew there was no stopping him. This was just his first course of the night.

His tongue dove between your wet folds, drinking you in like a glass of lemonade on a hot summer’s day. You knew you were done for when his arms wrapped around your legs, holding them apart, giving himself better access to one thing he’d craved for years. He rolled his tongue over your swollen clit, enjoying the sounds that slipped out of your mouth. You muttered obscenities, bucked your hips without thinking, pulled on his slicked-back hair. Anything to give you more friction on your precious, aching clit.

He dragged his tongue down, pushing it inside your warmth, collecting the arousal and groaning like a man starved. Fucking his tongue into you, he angled his nose to brush your clit, and you just about mewled. You had spent so many years either having mediocre sex or stressing over this stupid job, when this – this man you had been in love with in school – was here the whole time, just dreaming about the day he could eat your pussy. So much time wasted, so many fake orgasms, while Ken Ryuguji owned your favorite auto shop, so close to you and right under your nose. 

You were pretty sure the seat on this bike had to have been ruined. Draken was turning you into a wet mess, making your hips buck against his face. His lips wrapped your beloved clit, sucking and pulling, needing more – so much more – of you. Slipping two fingers inside you, he pumped them fast. It didn’t take long for his fingers to curl and find that sweet spot that had your core trembling around him. He didn’t know what he’d do if you came on his face. Honestly, he’d probably cum in his pants on the spot.

“C’mon … c’mon … you can cum in my m–mouth –” He was practically begging, his voice muffled from deep within your thighs. “Tastes so, so good … fuck, Cherry, fuck –”

You couldn’t stop yourself, couldn’t even think about anything but the way his tongue lapped at your clit, before you were cumming on his tongue, your arousal smearing all over his lips. He moaned the second he got just a hint of your essence, burying his face more into your legs. You tasted better than candy, than cherries, than menthol cigarettes. He could spend forever between these thighs, drinking you in and listening to your desperate moans.

Once your body stopped shaking, he dragged his tongue one last time through your folds, making sure he didn’t miss a drop. You yelped from the overstimulation, and when you opened your eyes, he was rising from in between your legs. His licked at your slick still staining his lips, bringing your mouth to his again, letting you taste yourself. Your hands fisted into his shirt, downright desperate for more of him. As if reading your thoughts, he pulled back.

“I know it’s not ideal, given the place we’re in, but …” He cradled your face in both in his hands, as if you were just a baby bird. “Can I fuck you, Cherry?”

You nodded without hesitation, already drunk on his touch. You weren’t exactly sure how he planned on doing this. I mean … you two were in the dirty workshop area of an auto repair shop. This wasn’t exactly the best place to have sex. But then he was adjusting your position on the motorcycle, laying your head down by the handlebar and pulling your legs on both sides of the seat, your ass resting nicely in the curve. His hands were quick to roll off your panties.

“Ken,” you called out, sitting up a little and dragging your hand up. His white tank bunched up at the waist. “Wanna see more of you …”

Draken was so goddamn hard in his pants, his cock throbbing with the anticipation of being inside you, but you were just so pretty and he was putty in your hands. He let your palms explore him, lifting his tank top up so you could see what the fabric had been concealing. He’d really filled out since school – his arms were toned, his abdomen more defined. He looked like the statue of Apollo, all lean and muscled, but with just the right amount of grit. You liked that he never got his dragon tattoo removed (although, that would’ve been very painful), and that his piercings remained the same. Everything about him seemed untouched, but he’d just gotten better with age. Just the sight of him made your mouth water.

You leaned back down on the bike, bringing him down with you. Your lips pressed against his hungrily, and he was so, so tempted to slip his tongue into your mouth, when he felt his cock hard as a rock in his pants, aching and pulsating. His mouth broke away from yours, and he whispered, quite hopelessly, “I’m so sorry, but I really, really need to be inside you or my dick is going to explode.”

A chuckle escaped your lips, and just the sound of it made Draken smile. You nodded, urging him to continue, and he quickly unzipped the bottom half of his coveralls. He took his cock out: it was long, curved, pink at the tip, and leaking precum on the shop floor. All the more reason to be inside you; he couldn’t have his mechanics seeing that on the floor and wondering what he was doing after hours. He pulled a condom out from his wallet and slid the ribbed rubber on. Lifting both your legs onto his shoulders, your ass was almost rising off the seat and he positioned himself between your thighs, noticing the way your slick was smeared all over his seat. He grunted at the sight of it, slamming his cock into your without thinking.

You cried out, feeling him so deep so quickly. He held your legs up, leaning down as far as he could, and muttered, “Fuck, I’m sorry – so sorry – just … needed to be inside you. Needed to fuck you on my bike.”

You hand came up to cup his chin for a moment. “S’okay,” you promised, “just fuck me like you should’ve done years ago, Draken.”

He knew he told you to call him Ken, but just the nickname falling your lips in such a filthy manner had him groaning. Draken pulled out of you until only the tip remained, and then pounded his cock back inside you. You keened, trying to close your legs, but he held them up by his shoulders. He set a fast pace inside you, unable to keep his moans at bay, and slipped one hand off your leg to snake his fingers up your hoodie, pushing it up to your chin. Pulling your breasts out from your bra, his eyes clouded and played with your sensitive nipples. “So good,” he muttered, teeth sinking into his bottom lip for a moment. “Feels so, so good … needed you for so long, Cherry.”

“I know, I know, Draken,” you whimpered, locking your arms around his neck to bring his face closer to yours, your thighs now curling against your chest. Your back ached against the seat and your legs burned from the uncomfortable position, but you wouldn’t dare push him away, not when he was filling you like this. 

With his lips just grazing yours, he tugged on your lip, making you moan, and he fucked into you harder. Your nails were now dragging down his shoulders, leaving marks that he’d think about forever. “Fuck, I’m s’deep … so deep inside you. You’re so warm, so wet – fuck, I’m so close already.”

“Wait for me,” you begged, sighing as his cock curved against your sweet spot. “Wanna cum with you, Draken.”

“I know, Cherry,” he grunted, his pace relentless. Fuck, this was all he ever needed, all he wanted to do, forever. It felt like you were made to take him. “Touch yourself f’me. Cum together … we’ll cum together.”

You nodded quickly, moving your hand in between your bodies, finding your puffy clit so easily. A whine escaped your lips as you fingers rubbed little circles, getting you so close already. You just needed a little push. Draken was slamming into you, his breaths fanning your cheeks, and when he felt your legs start to shake, your walls clenching just a little, he almost died. “Such a good girl …” He cooed, nose brushing yours. “Touching yourself f’me so nicely … fuck, you take me so well … yes, yes, you’re so close. Just like that.”

Your fingers rubbed a little faster, and you knew your orgasm was imminent. With him pushing into you, filling you completely, and the stimulation on your clit … you felt your lips purse into an O-shape. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Draken. I’m gonna … fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“I know, I know,” he groaned. “Fuck – gonna cum too. That’s a good girl … doing so good – fuck –”

His release came first. He had been close for so long, Draken was surprised he’d been able to hold back. He came with a loud groan, spilling himself into the condom, and it was only seconds later that your jaw went slack with pleasure. His name fell from your lips in a whimper, and you kept rubbing that aching clit through your orgasm, going tight around his cock. He wouldn’t stop fucking into you, even when your orgasm subsided, needing to feel you clench around him for just a moment longer. The way he filled you wasn’t like any other. You never wanted to feel empty again. You couldn’t, not when you knew how Ken Ryuguji felt inside you.

When you both eventually stopped trembling, he gently placed your legs back down on the sides of the bike. They felt sore and limp, but that was the last thing on your mind. You opened your eyes at the same time, and you both couldn’t help but laugh at the position you were in, the absurdity of it all. The workshop smelled like gas and oil, and you were surrounded by broken-down cars. But you two had fucked like you were in a bedroom, on a soft mattress, rather than a motorcycle. You hand went over your mouth to suppress your giggles.

Draken smiled with you, and then removed your hand, liking the way you laughed. “I know it’s been a long time coming, but … can I take you out some night?”

You couldn’t stop smiling even if you tried. “I’d like that, Ken.”

His cock had gone soft, but he was still nestled inside you, basking in your warmth. Draken wished he could be inside you forever, with your fingers playing with his hair. He would give anything for this moment to last, but he knew this position on the bike had to be the most uncomfortable for you, and he needed to take off this condom. He chuckled under his breath.

“Also, in case you were wondering,” he said, lips pulling into a smirk. “You can loiter around my waiting room anytime.”

[kedreeva]

Well, I've had a bit of a rough week. A deer totaled my (new-to-me I've-only-had-it-a-year) car when it rammed headlong into to side of it on a dark back road, and set off the passenger side side airbags (on the doors, not the dashboard ones). Thankfully I was completely unharmed aside from ringing ears and it did not do a whole ton of damage running into the side of the car (as opposed to the damage that would have been done the other way around, if I had hit it), but unthankfully it hit the airbag sensors and the airbags going off made it unable to be repaired for less than the cost of the car. The deer did not even have the decency to drop dead on the spot so I could eat it, it took off running back into the woods (at least according to the guy behind me that saw it hit me, because personally I thought someone had fuckin' shot my car, because the airbags are apparently explosively powered and smell like gunpowder and smoke).

So, I've been away dealing with that and looking for another car. I was not in love with the Patriot, even though I stuck cool jurassic park stickers on it (rather, I stuck cool jurassic park stickers on it because I was not in love with it), and I was still badly missing my Liberty. So imagine my surprise when I found a new listing for a 2010 jeep liberty with nearly the exact same number of miles on it (70,139) as the patriot I just lost (70,106). It looked practically pristine, came with a clean bill of health from Carfax, and was within a few hours drive to go get. On top of that, it was listed as marked down because it was at non-same dealership that wanted space back, so it was less than the insurance payout. I still called, and I still asked them to do me better than what they had it up for, and the guy was SO busy explaining how much trouble it would be to give it to me for the price I asked with all the taxes and fees and stuff included but that he would valiantly go talk to his manager that I didn't get a chance to say I MEANT just the car price not including those things. So he came back with a price, I asked again for lower again if I could bring cash today (offering the price I wanted to pay total in the first place, had he stopped to listen) and they accepted it.

So, I drove down in my mom's car with her, and took him out for a spin. He drives like a new car. Whisper quiet compared to the lawnmower of car the Patriot was. Tight steering, gas, break pressures, good wheels, great pickup and go, rides high like my old Liberty did, huge backseat/trunk space for caging and hay and stuff. They had detailed the inside so it was pristine and even smelled like new car. Stunning little beast.

When I climbed in to drive home, I found a heads-up penny sitting on each front seat. I think probably the dealership guy put them there in reality, but I choose to believe that it was a peace offering from the universe. Or perhaps the car trying to tell me his new name: Lucky.

I managed not to cry about having a car so much like my good boy Colt back under my hands, but it was a close thing. Anyway, here's to the next 200k miles! Let's see if we can beat Colt's record :)

[akulride]

Subcompact Crossover SUV (Sports Utility Vehicle) Diesel 23.23 km/l 6 Airbags (Driver, Front Passenger, 2 Curtain, Driver Side, Front Passenger Side) 1.2L Turbocharged Revotroq Engine Daytona grey with White roof, Flame red with White roof, Creative ocean with White roof 5 Star (Global NCAP)Subcompact Sedan Petrol 19.6 km/l 2 Airbags (Driver, Passenger) Revotron 1.2 L Magnetic red, Opal white, Daytona grey, Arizona blue 4 Star (Global NCAP)

[definefaulty]

gym-bro oc x male reader

~mlm nsfw, top male reader, size difference (reader is thinner), public (in a gym lol), slur (f-word, used lightly)~

he’s your older brother’s best friend, a tall jacked guy with huge arms, and legs. he comes over all the time, not really talking to you beyond saying hi, one time asking where another bathroom is. but damn he’s eye candy, usually wearing a tight t-shirt and short-shorts, the fabric hugging his muscles to show off. his face is hot too, straight out a movie, and his eyes always look so flirty, so confident. you’d be lying if you said he hadn’t made some appearances in dreams, waking up hard as hell.

at some point your brother had left in the evening suddenly, mumbling something about a girlfriend? you guess she was upset about something and he rushed out, and then there was that knock on the front door. you were always the one to answer it cause your brothers a lazy ass, and you could even recognize the sound. when you opened the door you found him standing there as usual, hands in his pockets and a backpack on one shoulder, his lips moving to smirk at you, looking down.

“oh, hey bud.”

they were supposed to go the gym that night, some twenty-four-seven one thats empty during the late hours, and your brother never told him he had to switch plans. such a guy. feeling bad you had invited him in anyway, sat him on the couch and got him a glass of water. talking on the couch together is when you finally learned his name is Michael, he tells you to call him Mike. he learns yours too and flashes a bright smile at you, that has you feeling like you're floating a bit. he ends up inviting you to the gym with him, feeling your shoulders and arms and saying he could help you out, y’know, and yeah staying up so late was not your plan but the prospect of watching him lift weights? hot and sweaty? maybe even doing squats? so you said sure! and changed into some gym clothes and he drove you there.

the parking lot is as deserted as he claimed, sparse lights are on at the front entrance. the night air is cool and calm as you both walk through the street and enter, met with the hum of fluorescent lighting and a slight smell of sweat. there’s a scan by the archway to enter the gym proper, which unlocks some closed doors, and he uses his phone to put a guest with him. he leads you down the walkway where you survey the rows of equipment, totally empty. lights turn on as you walk by motion sensor, and stopping inside the mens locker room he deposits his backpack, taking out a water bottle.

back out the locker room Mike finds a clear space and starts you both off to warm up. it consists of a lot of jumping jacks, where you get to watch his tits bounce behind his T’ and some stretches, his warm hands holding your waist pushing you forward to reach your toes. your breathing is already getting heavy, more because of how close he is than the exercises.

then you move to the weights, walking around the bench press. Mike lays some weight onto the bar for himself to slide under.

“just stand at the head there,” he explains, settling down on his back and situating his grip on the bar.

“sure,” you have to clear your throat, standing above him.

you’re too aware of how close your crotch is to his face, his eyes focusing on the bar. he breathes deep and focused, lifting the bar up and beginning his reps. unsure if you’re supposed to he spotting, or something, you just watch the flex in his arms, and how his pecs push together on the up, sweat forms along his forehead and neck, tantalizingly dripping down his popping veins and flexing muscles. you swallow, trying to get your gaze off as you feel blood to start to move down. it doesn’t help when your eyes land on his spread legs, thick thighs flattening on the bench, his shorts revealing much of his skin. you instead look away at the empty space of the gym, trying to remind yourself where you are.

you’re stirred back to Mike when he places the bar back with a metallic clang, breathing hard. he sits up and turns to you with a smile.

“wanna give it a go?”

you clear your throat, stepping back from the bench, “yeah, sure.”

he gets himself off the bench, removing most of the weight on it. you can't help staring at the sweat collecting on the back of his shirt, running down the muscles on his back. he places the last weight down on the stack nearby, patting the bench.

"here ya' go."

laying down where he just was a second ago has your skin rising, feeling his warmth on your back. you place both hands on the bar mostly trying not to stare as he stands over you, his crotch over your face and his pecs standing out from this position. its then you notice how visible his dick is, and realize he might not be wearing underwear.

"put your hands like this," he says, moving yours.

his hands are rough and warm, making you jump slightly as he touches you. he keeps his hands close to yours as you lift the bar and start to bring it down, the weight making your arms and chest burn, the movement also sends more blood down, starting to fill your dick out. you try to focus on just your arms, clenching your muscles to distract from whats happening down there, but he watches you closely, squating down a little to follow the bar, his crotch coming closer to you.

"yeah, good job," he says, "couple more."

you grunt with the effort, the burn starting to be too much and just about get the bar back on the legs, letting your arms drop with fast breaths. he chuckles deeply above you, leaning on one hip with his eyes cast downward. everything is making it so difficult to not have a boner.

"i think you could some more."

you sigh loudly, furrowing your eyebrows at him, "i can't!"

"trust me, you just need some," your jaw drops as he pulls the front of his shorts down slowly, his cock spilling out above you, "motivation."

"we're..." your mouth waters, heart pounding so hard it kinda hurts, "we're in the... someone could see!"

"nah, relax," his voice is smooth, he squats down a bit and presses his hardening dick to your cheek, "no one's here, and trust me, they won't find out."

you can't find the words to even argue, and when he drags his cock into your mouth you wouldn't be able to say them. instead your tongue laps at the head of his dick, getting under his foreskin, he hums with the stimulation, low and gravelly, and pushes himself further into your mouth. you moan around him, hands reaching up to grab his hips, moving him forward to fuck your face. he pushes further, his cock hitting the back of your throat, you breath through your nose, smelling the musk from his ballsack as it drags on the front of your face, his shorts are dropped now, your hands move over his asscheeks that you can just about see, massaging the meaty mounds. he groans loudly throwing his head back, feeling the bitter taste of pre cum in your mouth and his cock filling your throat. you start gagging and he pulls out, a thick string of spit connecting the end of his cock to your mouth. he breathes heavily, flicking the strings of saliva and cum onto your face.

"okay, four more reps."

you huff, feeling your lips swelling and your throat used, "really?"

"yes, really," he laughs, stroking his cock above you, "this will be fun."

with a rush of determination you grab the bar, and he moves over you again, his wet cock dangingly right above your face, and his thighs around your head. your cock is fully tenting your pants, your pulse rushing blood around at top speed. he spots you as you lift the bar once again and try to speed through the reps, your arms a bit shaky but as he squats to follow you his dick is long enough that you lick the tip, and he laughs.

"don't rush it!"

you laugh, and push through the fourth rep, loudly putting the bar on again. Mike leans down to kiss you, your mouths colliding in a sloppy spit filled mess, your tongues meeting in the middle as you hold his neck. he pulls of with a gasp, his lips wet, and stands again to put his cock in your mouth, you take it with more eagerness, hallowing out your cheeks and wrapping your tongue around it, humming so he feels the vibration. he holds the sides of the bench, using the leverage to start thrusting into your throat, his balls slap your nose as he loudly moans into the empty gym.

"fucking good faggot," he growls, "thats a good mouth.."

you fight through the gags, grabbing his cheeks again, pulling them apart and then pushing together, watching it over the obsceneness of his balls flying in and out of view. his words fuel a fire in your chest, determined to get him under you next. he pulls away and you gasp for breath, sitting up and wipping the drool all over your chin, you meet eyes as you do, both of you grinning.

"you should do your second set, don't you think?" you tilt your head to the side, faining an innocent smile despite your flushed face and abused throat.

he nods smiling, "of course."

he picks his shorts back up, his hard cock pressing down his thigh, the tip sticking out the end. he trades places with you laying down again, neither of you bothering to actually put more weight on. he grabs the bar as you get ontop of him, you gulp, nerves dancing in your stomach. he winks at you as he starts, and you steel yourself to tug your pants down, getting your cock out your underwear. he breathes hard and slow, his eyes totally focused on your member, you don't have to squat down as much as him, dragging your tip around his handsome face, over his lips, where his tongue darts out to lick the underside of your dick. it sends a shudder through you, your eyes darting to make sure the gym is really empty, before you look down to watch your cock sink into his waiting mouth, in time with him moving the bar down. you groan, feeling his mouth contract around your girth, grabbing the sides of his face you push it all the way in, enjoying the feeling of your ballsack on his face, pushing your pelvis nearly flat against his face. his moans vibrate around your cock making your eyes roll, and you start moving up and down, reaching forward to grab his pecs, massaging his hard nipples through his thin shirt.

you give him a moment to breath, still moving the light weight up and down. you stroke yourself as you move forward a bit for him to suck your balls, his tongue darts around to flick across your hole, and you drag your cock across his tongue sticking out, smacking it on his mouth. then you pick up a pace of fucking it, watching your cock bulge in his throat, he gags around you as you get rougher, feeling the slimy warmth of his throat milking your cock. he smacks your thigh to signal you, standing back up your cock drags a thick amount of saliva with it, mixed in with your pre cum. he gasps, placing the bar back, tears running down his face, you coo at him.

"sorry, too much for you, big boy?"

he shakes his head, face flush, you can see a wet spot forming in his shorts, "no, you can keep using me."

"that what you want? you want your friend’s little brother to mess you up?" you stroke yourself to his face, your mind darkening with lewd ideas.

"yes—yes, please."

you feel yourself harden more, moving around him quickly to straddle him, getting yourself under the bar you quickly move his shirt up and over, him lifting your arms to let you. grabbing the meat of his pecs you push them together to sandwich your cock inbetween, his skin is hot and smooth, sweat adding to the lubricant of his saliva all over your cock. you thrust yourself between his pecs, the tip of your dick meeting his mouth where he kisses it, sticks his tongue out to lick it.

"fuck, your tits feel good," you moan, he nods and you notice his hand moving as masturbates behind you, "big slutty tits, all for me right?"

you thrust forward farther, letting your cock move into his mouth, basically sitting on his chest now, you throw your head back and moan into the air, inching forward to get your cock in deeper. your thighs rest on the sides of his head, and you grip his hair, keeping his head flat as you start fucking into his head, the base of your cock moving over his tongue, wet gags filling the gym.

"who's the fag now? isn't it you? my bitch!" you smile devilishly down at him and he moans even more.

you pull out his mouth, feeling yourself almost get too close. he coughs and sits up carefully, you feel his cock press against your ass as he does and your back hit the bar. he grabs your face and drags you down for more kissing, you taste your own salty pre cum in his mouth, running your tongue over his. you both pull back with a gasp, his eyes staring into yours as you both take a moment to catch your breath.

"how about," he says between gasps, "we do squats, and you spot me?"

you laugh a bit, understanding where this game is going.

the gym is smelling of spit now, but you two move over to the squat rack with tents in your pants, his shirt slung over his shoulder. you two take a swig from his water bottle, the water trickles down his jaw and it’s even more erotic than it would have been an hour ago.

he doesnt put a lot of weight on the machine, because obviously this is not going to be a strength workout. he looks at you a bit shyly from the side, as he drags his shorts down and kicks them off, now stark naked in the fucking gym. you shake your head looking around you two again, palming your cock. he stands under the bar and gets it up, clearing his throat.

"just, stand behind me, y'know."

"i got it."

you get close behind him, letting your eyes wander over his broad shoulders by your face, down his back where it slims down, and then his sculpted fat cheeks, where you decide to kneel down to their level.

"go ahead, then."

he squats down, his cheeks spreading to reveal his hole, pink and puckered, smooth as his chest is. you waste no time in burrying your face in, your tongue lapping his hole. he gasps, getting low in his squat, then standing back up, you stay kneeled, wipe some drool off your chin.

"keep going."

he nods, squatting down again, you grab his cheeks when he gets low, shoving your tongue into his hole tasting his sweat, your tongue gets in only a bit before he stands again, his legs shaking a little. he breathes hard, squats again, your face meets his ass as planned and you prod his hole with a finger at the same time, getting another gasp from him.

"fuck," he whines as he stands, "i want your cock already."

"patience," you say teasingly.

when he goes down again you shove your finger in, he groans at the intrusion and you watch with amusment as your finger drags out his tightness, you repeat this as he squats more, getting his hole ready for your cock. eventually you decide, fuck it, literally, and drop your pants as he reaches the height of a squat, and starts going down, you plan on going slow, following him up to get it in, but when he gets to where your cock is you guess you got the height wrong with how low you are, and your cock sinks all the way in.

"fuuuck!" he moans, "keep—keep it in!"

"oh, fuck," you move with him, wrapping your arms around his torso you both stand from a squat.

his walls crush your dick, squeezing so tightly the pleasure is almost painful, you raise to the tips of your toes, stretching to keep most of your cock in. his own dangles between his legs, pre cum starting to drip out of it. he squats back down and you follow, the both of you moaning, your face next to his. his whole body feels hot and wet with sweat, your cock getting grinded into and pushed further inside his guts.

"fuck, feels so good," he whines, his legs and arms shake.

"probably should," you have to suck in through your teeth as he stands, "put that bar back."

"yeah," he says breathlessly, his mouth hanging open.

you two move back together to do so, he steps under it and leans his arms over the bar, arching his back and sticking his butt out.

"fuck me, please," he moans, looking at you over his shoulders, his eyes are hungry and he shakes his ass, both globes wobbling tantilizingly.

you breath out of your mouth, having to rise up a little to get it in. when the head of your cock breaches again you both moan, eyes rolling. he holds onto the bar for dear life, you clutch his hips and start driving your own, his cheeks bouncing with your thrusts. the lew sounds of skin slapping fill the gym, along with your moans.

he mumbles inchorently, his face laying on the bar, "fuck my pussy—fuck my pussy-"

his face is still so manly looking, his voice deep, big muscles and frame, split on your cock and moaning like he's in heat. you grab the bottom of your shirt and bite on it, hands bruising his skin. his ass sucks your cock back in everytime you pull it out, slamming your hips forward. you groan and lay forward on his back, letting your shirt fall out your mouth to bite on his shoulder, running your tongue over his skin and sucking. you hug him from behind, kissing more over his shoulders, and reach down to grasp his cock, sliding his foreskin up and down. his moans get quicker and higher, and you feel his legs start to bend. you stand up again, slowing your thrusts, having to clench your ass together to keep from cumming. his pussy clenches as you drag yourself out, his hole gaped and winking at you, he lets out a low groan, hanging onto the bar by his arms and letting his hips stick out more.

"i have another idea," you say between breathes, picking your pants up but leaving your cock hanging over the waist.

you grab his clothes and bottle, as he huffs standing up. sweat has collected along his forehead, his eyes wet, his big chest heaving with his breaths, a string of cum leaking from his cock onto the mat. you shake your head and sigh, pointing towards a chest press by the locker room. he lets a breath out, standing with his arms on his hips, you smile to yourself, he'd be like an athelete mid competition, if he wasn't naked and having sex.

he settles down onto the machine, "put some weight on it, i wanna see those tit's work," you say and wink at him.

he blushes a bit, moving the lever lower. he's still naked and you get on your knees between his, he looks down at you almost shy from his position, you wonder where that confident smug act went, you figure you fucked it out of him.

"go ahead," you tell him, and grab his cock, slurping up a string of cum from it.

"okay," he whispers.

he looks up as if to focus, moving the sides of the machine forward, the view is as is good as you hoped, his pecs flexing together with effort, veins popping in his neck. you swallow his cock, dragging your tongue around it and start slurping loudly around him, your other hand pumping your own dick.

"oh fuck," he breathes, each movment getting a exhalation as your head bobs up and down on him.

you moan staring up at him, his cock is hard as a rock in your mouth, the weight lifiting make his pulse quicken with every push and everytime his cock pushes into your throat.

you let your cock go to get your fingers in his ass again, having to squirm them in under his balls. his head falls back, his body covered with sweat, probably getting the seat super wet. you move your fingers as much as you can, burrying your nose in his pelvis with a deep breath.

"fuck i'm close," he exclaims, his thighs spreading and he moves forward, shoving his cock further.

you fight the gag coming on, getting your head higher and quickly moving up and down in a long slurping motion. you dig your fingers inside as deep as they go, pressing forward on his prostate, trying to milk him dry.

its then that you both hear the front door open, literal feet from the entrance to where anyone can see you.

you both jump, making wide-eyed contact for a second, before you dart for the clothes and he runs into the locker room, you're right behind him, making sure the door closes gently.

through the gap you're just in time to see your brother walking in, looking around the gym.

you shut the door, both on the verge of laughing and panic, your cock still hanging. you turn to Mike who's also panicked, and gasping for breath.

"it's my brother!" you whisper.

his eyes widen more, leaning forward, "what? shit," he looks to the side, his head probably spinning.

"Mike?" you hear your brother calling, walking closer to the locker room.

you quickly scan around, the lockers are pretty tall and did look spacious, it's a crazy idea but with no time to think you throw one open and drag Mike inside by his wrist, getting the door closed as you hear the locker room door open.

"you in here?"

you hear footsteps as he walks in, passing the locker you're both squeezed inside, probably going to check the showers further inside.

it's a bad moment, stuck in this close space, both of you trying to hold your breath, but you look down to his ass, exposed and in front of your cock, against your better judgment (not that you still have that) you grasp your shaft, lick your lips, and line yourself up at his entrance.

you look up to find him looking back at you, his big shoulders trapped between the locker walls, he bites his lower lip, slowly sticking his ass out to you and covering his mouth with his hand.

you'd swear if it wouldn't be so loud, and start pushing in.

his ass sucks you right in and you quickly get your shirt off to stick it in your mouth, laying your hands on his waist again. you move agonizingly slow, watching his eyes roll above you as your cock stretches and fills him, your jaw clenching down on your shirt to stifle any moans. when you bottom out he looks back down at you with desperate eyes, scared and horny.

your brother sighs loud as fuck, annoying as always, and stomps by the locker you’re in leaving the locker room.

you both wait a bit, cupping his sweaty ass and moving what small amount you can for some relief. his hole clenches and unclenches your cock, he moans behind his hand with his eyes shut.

its a minute before he opens the locker door, checking side to side to make sure the locker room is empty. you walk out behind him, inspecting how much you just drooled into your shirt.

"think he's gone?" Mike asks, looking back to you, then down, you see him gulp.

"probably," you kick your pants off, tosing them behind you in the locker with the other clothes, "lemme breed you."

he moves you to lay down on the bench in the center of the room, straddling your hips. he frots your cocks together and leans down to kiss you, more sloppy making out as the buzz of nerves at almost getting caught fade, into the wet bliss of his mouth.

he bites your lip as he pulls back, letting it go and shifting forward to get your dick under his hole. he sits on it slowly, his head tipping backward as he leans back onto his hands.

you groan leaning back with your hands holding your head, watching your cock disappear under him. he starts riding you, his big cock bouncing up and down, slapping onto your stomach and against his abs.

"i've wanted this so bad," he whines.

"me too," your breathlessly reply, "you feel so fucking good."

you watch his pecs bounce as he moves, his thighs pumping with the effort. your hips thrust up to meet him, a beautiful expression of pleasure on his face, jaw hanging open.

your balls tighten, your core flexing as you feel your orgasm approaching, not fighting it anymore.

"i'mma cum soon," you groan.

"yes—fuck yes, cum in me!"

you sit up, crashing into his mouth, and move kissing down his jaw, sucking on the side of his neck. he holds your head there, his arm around your shoulders, moaning your name with feverish need.

your abs burn thrusting up into him, holding his ass in both hands, with another thrust your eyes roll back, your load shooting inside him. you bite on his skin, burying your face into his pecs as your orgasm rocks through you, cum unloading through your dick. you fall back onto the bench, spent, as Mike rides your cock more, squeezing his nipples, the overstimulation has you yelling his name, hands squeezing his thighs, his eyes are rolled back chasing a hands-free orgasm.

"i’m cumming baby!" he yells, "i'm cumming oh my god—"

his noises are so loud and high pitched, and with a final landing of his ass on your hips, your cock getting abused in his cunt, cum squirts out his cock without being touched.

his load lands on your face and you taste the bitterness on your mouth, it coats your chest and stomach in his warm semen. you're both gasping hard, and he lays down ontop of you, your softening cock still inside, mixing his cum between your chests.

you take a moment just holding him there, the post nut clarity of everything you've done just now hitting like an ice bucket. you swallow dryly, but can't actually feel bad.

"fuck," he says, "we really need to clean up and go."

~

after showing in the gym as quickly as you could (really just washing the sweat and cum off) you both threw on your clothes, despite the sweat and drool in them, and some spots of cum that must've leaked inside the locker. in the parking lot you find just Mike's car and your brothers, who's leaning against the hood looking at his phone.

with fear in your stomach you approach, he looks up hearing your footsteps.

"Mike! you?" He asks, "where the fuck were you two? and what are you doing here?"

you clear your throat, "we were using the bathroom earlier, then showered. and i was taking care of the friend you ditched!" you say, giving a shrug and moving past him to get in the passenger seat, "it's late, lets go home!"

he looks from you incredulously to Mike, who laughs a little, his backpack hanging from one shoulder.

"i figured your lil bro could use some meat on him y'know," he says with a shy smile, "though, he actually has more than i thought," he adds a bit quieter.

you shut the car door, huffing a sigh of relief. your brother dabs Mike bye, and as he turns Mike looks at you, giving a small wave, his eyes darting down. you think about your load still inside him, how he didn't actually clean that out, and gulp.

your relationship with your brother's best friend has just gotten totally fucked. you don't feel bad towards that shithead though, just adjust your cock watching Mike walk to his car.

[imaginedreamwrite]

Love The Hell Out Of You

Part 2: Two Sides

It was a small and quaint village that was the source of your departure from the cabin in the forest. With a heavy list of things scrawled onto cheap yellow notepaper that was shoved into your pocket, and a series of things you needed to accomplish, you had no choice but to leave the home you'd inherited and face the new world around you.

It was a debilitating risk that made your heart feel tightly bound in wire within your chest, and you had placed your emotional cycle briefly on pause. 

But even the smallest attempt to keep it under control was stymied by the threat of your emotional state climbing the guardrails you nailed in place. It was inevitable, the hormones from your pregnancy could only be held back for so long, and you were bound to cry again for the loss of an alpha who never really cared, and the little life that was depending on you.

It wasn’t a choice anymore, you didn’t have the luxury of being able to decide whether this was something you wanted to do, or something you had to do. This was a necessity, if you couldn’t get the wood furnace working to heat the rest of the home, it wouldn’t amount to anything good once winter would hit.

You could count on the fireplace in the living room however that would only produce so much heat, and you would have to actively be aware of the fire throughout the night. 

At least with the wood burning furnace, once you had a large enough piece of wood to slowly burn, you could be able to maintain a steady heat throughout the cabin. However, there was something wrong with one of the sensors, or one of the panels, and you would have to find someone to fix it. You wouldn’t be able to fix it on your own even if you had the tools and the parts, the furnace was well built but everything was written in German, and your little and basic understanding wouldn’t get you anywhere. 

All in all, the venture into the village was as life dependent as it was a chance to show your face and get to know people. This was going to be your home for a considerable future, and you would have to make people aware that you were there. You were pregnant, you would be making trips into the village for supplies for yourself and your baby, socializing with people you might have to rely on was vital. 

The first stop you had made into the village was a multipurposed hardware store that had offered repairs services on the side. You had parked your vehicle on the side street by the public parking rows and made your way down the pavement toward the front door of the white stone and wooden building. The handcrafted wooden sign hanging above the door was the indication that you were in the right place, and you had climbed the three small steps to get to the door. 

You inhaled slowly, building up nerves to cross the threshold and attempt to put your limited German to use to try and seek help. The moment your hands had rested on the door handle, and you pushed, you were almost immediately tripped by an orange cat with one ear that went flying by you. The furry creature darted into the hardware store before you, jumping effortlessly onto a long wooden counter with a register nearest the door. Once you had entered the store and closed the door behind you, the cat had perched on the desk and meowled at you, tilting its head as if to demand a greeting. 

You balanced the English German translation book you had brought with you under your arm in order to give the cat a scratch behind its remaining ear, rubbing its head after it so loudly demanded you to. While you were looking around the store at the shelves that were organized in long rows with aisles that led to a series of two desks set up near the back of the store, likely a place where someone could hire contractors or order bulk supplies. 

“Guten morgan.” A woman had stepped out from one of the shelves, setting a plastic basket full of packages screws and nails down on the desk, her greying brown hair pulled back into a low ponytail that was draped over her shoulder. “Brauchen Sie etwas?” 

You looked at the woman with a slightly uneased expression, trying to detect and pick apart any words that you could have easily detected in German. From the tone of voice, you could surmise that she was asking you if you needed help, and you had grabbed your English German book and flipped open the pages, stumbling over the pronunciation. 

“Guten morgan.” You finally spoke, getting the greeting down without a struggle, however it was the rest that had caught you off guard. “Ich muss einen...” 

Your thumbed through the translation book in your hands, your stomach felt like it was twisting with anxiety when you felt the woman’s staring you down. “Ofen reparieren-” 

“Englisch?” The woman had cut you off before you could truly finish, moving closer toward you and the register you were standing nearby. “You are English, ja?” 

“My German is terrible, I’m really sorry.” You closed the book with a sigh, and that guard you had on your emotions was quickly starting to crumble as you spoke. “I just moved into a cabin out of the village and the wood furnace isn’t working. I don’t know if it’s the senor or if it’s something else but-” 

“Ah you need a fix.” The woman had sensed your nervousness, how could she not when you were stumbling over your words while actively looking as if you were about to cry. To your emotional state, she had tilted her head and looked you over before her attention flit toward the desks near the back. “Come with me.” 

You turned away from the door and followed the woman away from the register, taking the same path as she had through the long aisles of tools, big and small, toward the set of desks in the back. As you walked the orange cat with one ear followed you, its tail sticking straight up in the air, swishing occasionally as if it were the real tour guide and not this woman. 

“Sit here.” She was direct in her order for you to sit on the desk at the left, and you took a seat where she instructed, setting your book in front of you while the notepad of your other tasks remained in your pocket.  Your knee bounced beneath the desk, a nervous tick that you’d always seemed to have, while the reminder of what you were doing here was hinging on your success. There was little you could do and accomplish if you didn’t get this furnace fixed before the temperatures started dipping. 

Not to mention you would need a doctor, or at the very least find a walk-in clinic, someplace that could look after you during your pregnancy. Or at the very least, try and find a midwife to help you. 

You waited for the woman for fifteen minutes before she had walked back out from the back offices and had taken a seat in front of you. With a requisition form requesting information about your repairs, she was quick to inform you in English that there was a wait period for someone to come and look at what was wrong with your furnace. It was her husband and her son who did the repairs, not just for the people and businesses in the village, but for others who lived on the outskirts like yourself. 

You took the form and the pen she had given you to fill out the requisition form, and while it wasn’t ideal, it was your only option. You couldn’t do this yourself; you couldn’t have possibly understood the process of fixing a wood furnace even if everything was written in English and the parts were there for you. You would have to wait; you would have to bide your time and do what you could on your own merit and on your own time. 

With no immediate remedy available, you had given the woman your thanks and handed the form off before you stood. You took your translation book with you and started heading out toward the front door, once again almost getting taken down by that same cat. You sighed just as you had before, giving the orange furry ball a pet goodbye before you left. 

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He had no idea what drew him to the little cafe on the main street, the one that was located between the flower shop and the general store on the other side. It wasn’t as if the imposing alpha, well known in the Austrian village, was a stranger to anyone within the small, populated town. And the cafe that he found himself steadily walking toward was one that he had frequented often when he had to leave his property for supplies, however there was something in his bones that felt different. 

It was as if he was being drawn toward the bakery and cafe, pulled there by some invisible force that had taken possession of the old colonel. Whether that be an order that he was given by some unforeseen force, or one of his alpha instincts, it was a directive he could not turn down. König walked with a rushed gait toward the front entrance, his large hand yanking opens the door to step foot inside the traditional Austrian bakery with no reasonable excuse to be here. And once inside, he had taken a long and studious look around the cafe, trying to pinpoint the causality that registered as so fucking urgent in his mind. 

It seemed as if nothing was out of the ordinary in this cafe, nothing that would have withhold his bodily autonomy from turning around and leaving. There were tasks that the beast of an alpha had to accomplish before he could enjoy being on a few weeks leave from the KorTac base. A distraction that had blindsided him was neither easily accepted or understood, and the patience he held for himself was deliberately thin. 

Of the catalysts that could have spurred this great invisible hand that forced him to enter the cafe like there was a fire lit under his ass, he knew it had nothing to do with the locals. It was neither the owner of the cafe and bakery nor the patrons that had all come to know him as a PMC soldier, that had been the tugging force that brought him here. And the further he had cast his attention around the counter where he would place his order, and the main sitting area, the closer he had come to the conclusion that he was wrong. 

That this was all some grave mistake, a symptom of being tired from the constant long hours and the missions that took him through hell while he was deployed. There was no cognitive to the urgency that he felt upon approaching the front door. 

He had almost turned and left, the alpha with an exhaustion weighing heavily on his shoulders had almost said to hell with this invisible force that had inhibited its own desires upon his autonomy. König was already shifting on his heels to turn and leave, giving up on the fool’s errand when he had caught the glimmer of someone in the corner of his eyes. 

Why he hadn’t seen this omega when he first walked into the building was almost as confounding as why he was brought here to begin with. He would have walked right past you, twice, without noticing you were there. But now that he had seen you, sitting huddled at a table near the back corner by a window, he felt that same familiar tug as before. 

Fate. An unforeseen force. Whatever fucked up alpha instinct had told him that he needed to see this particular omega, it didn’t matter in the end what the cause was. 

He was here now, and the further he was drawn toward you, the clearer it had become that something had intervened. And the further he got to this omega sitting by herself, the clearer your scent was able to be picked up amongst the mix of smells that filled the cafe. 

Your scent was soft and airy, clean and refreshing. Vanilla that was trailing lilac, and the smell of something sweet like strawberries that reminded König of the strawberry patch his mother grew back at his childhood home. Your scent was beckoning to him like a siren’s call, like you were a phantom voice that had spoken to him through the thick hedges of darkness, a light that he had never seen before but desperately wanted to touch. 

It was improbable, a fight that was building within himself over the rationality that he was just a man that had just seen a pretty girl, and the deeper part of himself that knew he was an alpha who caught hold of a scent that had spoken to him. Not that he was the kind of alpha or man who thought fate had a hand in his future, in deciding who or what was the best combination of attributes for a mate. 

But it was no accident; he had to at least admit that. 

There was something that made him come here, something that had brought him to this very spot where an omega, a young pretty omega, who he had never seen before, was sitting. And it didn’t take a genius to understand that the rumors he had heard, about a new omega moving to this small village, was one and the same now. 

König had heard the millings, the whispering conversations of a pregnant omega who was abandoned by an alpha who didn’t want her. That was you, he surmised, and given the velocity of the rumors and how they had spread, you had only been here for days. 

He had scrambled to dig into his mind for the rest of the gossip he had heard since he had been back to the village. One, of course, was that you were pregnant and single—the alpha who got you pregnant was long gone—and that you were living in the cabin that was only a few miles from his own. 

But there was more wasn’t there? What else had he heard? 

That your furnace was broken, the same kind of wood furnace that had in his own cabin, and that the list of people waiting for repair services was long. Of course, your name was on the list, but you were pregnant, and you couldn’t wait forever. 

That same urgency that led him to the cafe had also directed him toward your table, and the approach of this massive alpha in front of you had certainly taken you by surprise. Hellfire could come and consume him in the moment, swallowing him whole and burning flesh from bone and König still wouldn’t have passed—because the moment your eyes land on his, and he sees those big anxious eyes, he fucking breaks. 

He's a beast, he’s a damn monster on the battlefield who has gone after terrorists, had been shot at and hunted down. He's a colonel, a battering ram an insertion specialist, he’s handled hostage deals and has earned a reputation within korTac. 

But you, a teary-eyed omega who’s pregnant and abandoned, staring at him with those eyes, and he feels as if his heart and soul are being ripped out of his body. 

It’s almost too reminiscent of his own life, with a mother who raised a little boy on her own when his father abandoned them both. And his mother raised König with all she had, providing her big boy with everything she had to offer him, even if it meant she worked tirelessly and to the bone. 

“I’m sorry, did you want to sit here?” Your things were slightly scattered on the table, an English German translation book, pregnancy tests spilling out of your bag, a phone that was lying face up on the table, a copy of the requisition form for the repairs. A list of other things that needed to be done was written on an old yellow notepad, slipping out of your bag like the pregnancy tests, and with a sense of urgency you were trying to pick up your things. 

“You are new here.” König pulled out the chair opposite of you and sat down, his hands folded in front of him. It was comical in a series of ways, this hulking and great giant alpha sitting across from an omega that he could very well squish in body height and mass. This alpha who was a soldier from the time he was 17 or 18, looking at a younger omega with red rimmed eyes and slightly puffy cheeks from crying, pregnant and vulnerable. 

“Was it the bad German?” You were attempting to make light of the situation, either that or you were avoiding the obvious question he might have asked next, like why you were crying.  

“I haven’t heard you speak German.” Instead, his response was blunt, and he had still avoided telling you how he knew you weren’t a local. Not that it was hard to tell, you were only here a few days and people had already known your life story, or what you had told anyway. 

“You have the cabin in disrepair,” he continued speaking in a matter-of-fact tone, drawing your attention away from grabbing your things, giving him time to focus on your scent as it had started working its way under his flesh. “You need a furnace fixed.” 

“How did you..?” you were caught off guard, the surprise replacing the threat of tears that were almost ready to spill down your cheeks again.  

“I’m your neighbor, I live a few miles from you.” König had inhaled your scent, subtly trying to get more and more of it, as it seemed to want to be intertwined with his own. The older alpha had never been so drawn, so enraptured with an omega or her scent like this, and he was scrambling to come to terms with it. “I have the same wood furnace I can help fix it for you.” 

It was that same force that drove him into this place that made him speak so freely. He was no longer in control of his mind, of his tongue or his inhibitions to deny a pretty omega when she needed help. It was an urgency; it was instincts, and he was following them blindly. 

“I... what?” You were puzzled, at the very least, as your eyebrows had become furrowed and knit together on your forehead. You were staring at him with a natural cautionary glance, likely so emotionally complexed by your previous alpha that you were unsure of what to say or do around him. 

“I will fix it for you. Tomorrow.” König was out of his element and yet he still approached the problem like a leader he was. The colonel, who was used to taking matters into his own hands and commanding orders to his soldiers, was now taking charge of the situation while being led by instincts he still didn’t quite understand. “You are pregnant, you cannot have a house with no heat. I’ll fix it tomorrow.” 

He pushed his chair back and stood up from the table, giving a curt nod without waiting for confirmation or any response from you beyond the squeak of an omega. König was clear, he was going to fix this for you, despite not even knowing you, because there was a portion of himself that would not rest otherwise. 

And he was following instincts. The same instincts or invisible force, that led him here so randomly, was pushing him to help his new neighbor. By some madness or twist of fate that he might not have even believed in, he agreed anyway. 

And he would be damned if he didn’t feel weak for a little omega who reminded him of his own mother, who struggled on her own to raise him when he was a child.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

The Perfect Life || CL16 {5}

Summary: It’s Charles first real introduction to his new employee. Warnings: angst, swearing, sarcasm, underground fighting, injuries. WC: 2.7k F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six Taglist: RETIRED Head over to my dedicated library blog @dilemmaslibrary and opt to get notifications from there.

The black leather pants and hoodie hid your presence well as you crept through the backyard just before midnight. After years of sneaking in and out of the property you knew exactly where to step to avoid activating the motion sensor lights and Charles followed each step carefully. He had tried to get you to stay at home but finally relented to your stubbornness and changed into more inconspicuous clothes too. 

Eventually you reached the small gate that the gardeners used for supply deliveries and found Franco had left it unlocked. The gentle giant had worked security for the last 20 years and aided your escapes more than he liked to admit. 

“I hope you know how to ride,” you commented as you opened the caretaker’s shed and tossed him your helmet. 

Charles looked at the helmet and turned it so the moonlight caught the almost imperceptible writing on the black carbon - What doesn’t kill me makes me angry. “Fitting,” he chuckled before handing it back. “You wear it.”

“You’re the one with the career, you should wear it.” You swung your heel back and knocked the kickstand up before wheeling the motorcycle out of the shed. It wasn’t the quickest way out but you couldn’t risk waking anyone up with the engine so you always walked it down the street before climbing on. 

“It’s actually in my contract that I should avoid dangerous activities and I’m pretty sure this would count as one,” he said as he hung the helmet back on the handlebars and helped push the heavy bike along. 

“You’re welcome to stay here in that case, or walk.”

Charles scoffed and shook his head. “You’re not getting rid of me that easy.”

You deemed it far enough from the house and swung your leg over the seat, patting the space behind you. “Get on.”

Charles’ arms wrapped around your middle as he took the seat and kicked the riding pegs out with his boots. 

“I’m not sure if you are brave or stupid,” you commented. “You do realise your life is in my hands now.”

“Ma said the two usually go hand in hand but I trust you.”

You were acutely aware of every inch of Charles that touched you for the 15 minute ride to the latest address you had received. His chest rested against your back and his hands that lay on your thighs, only shifting to hold your waist through the corners he leaned into. It was clear he had ridden before but it was probably his first time being the backpack. 

“This used to be a nightclub,” Charles said with a frown as you parked in an alleyway and killed the engine. 

The old staff entrance was propped open with a brick and you ushered Charles inside where the noise grew with each step. 

“Phones,” Rex said as he held his hand out in front of the door that led to the club. You handed yours over first, taking the tab with a number so you could claim it after but the rules were strict, no phones, no cameras. Charles had a harder time parting with his but eventually handed it over with a frown and the doors opened. 

The old three storey nightclub had an empty core surrounded by a spiralling staircase that descended two storeys into the basement and one that rose up. The biggest punters would be in the VIP area above and the spectators would line the rails to get the best view of the pit that sat central on the lowest level. 

Charles looked over the rail and blanched as two regulars went face to face, blood dripping from the gashes that had been opened by the bare knuckles they fought with. 

“Hey,” Arthur greeted with a beer in his hand. “I thought maybe he talked you out of coming.”

“As if, but I was hoping he would stay behind” you said, stealing his beer to take a sip. “Who’s going to bail us out if this place gets raided?”

“We’ll be fine,” Arthur joked. “He’s a runner so we can still call him.”

“Except they took my phone,” Charles grumbled. 

Arthur looked at his brother’s hand that almost always held the device and laughed until he noticed the dark sweatpants and hoodie he wore. “You stole my clothes.”

“You left them in my girlfriend's room.” Charles paused and stole the beer next, finishing it off with a cringe. “That is not a sentence I ever thought I would say.”

“While you ponder what your life has become, I am going to go get ready.” You turned and kissed Arthur’s cheek in farewell. “See you down there.”

“Where’s my kiss?” Charles asked, his brow arched in a challenge. 

You were already two steps away when you looked over your shoulder. “You can kiss my ass.” It unintentionally drew his eyes down your body to the leather that looked like it had been poured onto your skin and those eyes lingered on your ass until you descended the stairs and disappeared from sight.

“You do realise you are fake dating, right?”

Charles rolled his eyes and lightly shoved his younger brother. “I can still appreciate a good looking woman when I see one.”

“Well, keep those thoughts to yourself. She’s been hurt enough.”

Charles dragged a hand through his hair and nodded. “I know, she told me. I really fucked up, but I thought you were happy about the arrangement?”

“I don’t exactly have a genie lying around, so you're the next best hope she has of getting out of that hellhole.” Arthur shrugged. “I don’t have to tell you that if you fuck this up for her I will never forgive you.”

In the bathrooms of the basement you opened the duffle bag and changed into your usual sports bra and shorts before uncapping the Vaseline and smearing the gel over your cheeks. The familiar scent calmed your mind as you wiped the excess off and grabbed the tape to wrap your knuckles. The monotonous routine was your focus, the sounds outside the room fading as you stared at your reflection in the mirror. Evidence of your tears still remained in your puffy eyes but you felt better having finally told him what had weighed you down for a decade. You didn’t want to read too much into that thought as you tied your hair back into a bun so no one could pull it in the ring. 

The bell for the end of the last fight rang out and you shook your head to clear it before kicking your bag under the sink and leaving. Arthur was waiting outside with Charles a few steps away and he checked your fists before walking to the ring. Blood splatters littered the vinyl floor that had been rolled out and two of the helpers were dragging an unconscious man out of the way.

“Bathroom is there if you’re gonna vomit,” you said to Charles as he swallowed nervously. From the other side of the ring Kaine was grinning at you, his mouth guard the colour of blood he was looking to spill, and you blew him a kiss. 

“You’re fighting a guy!?” Charles exclaimed as he realised that was your competitor. 

“There’s not exactly many female fighters to choose from.”

“You could get hurt, that man is huge.”

You rolled your shoulders out and bounced on the balls of your feet as you warmed up. “You’re really great at instilling confidence, you should have your own Ted Talk.”

“If you’re not going to help then go away,” Arthur growled before turning to face you. “Remember, he favours his right leg and Javier broke his collarbone last month. What doesn’t kill you?”

“Makes me angry.” You opened your mouth and Arthur put your mouthguard in before opening the cage door for the octagonal ring. On the floors above cash was trading hands as the bookies took the bets but you paid them no mind as you circled the floor with Kaine. 

“She’s going to get killed,” Charles choked as he laced his fingers in the chain link fence. “He’s massive.”

“She’s agile. What she lacks in size she makes up for with speed. Just don’t be shocked by what you see.”

“What do you mean? I'm already shocked.”

Arthur snorted a laugh. “Just wait, I didn’t even recognise her the first time. It’s like watching a completely different person take over her body.”

All the anger and hate that lay dormant in your body awoke when the bell rang and the ref stepped out from between you and Kaine. All the emotions that you kept bottled inside were released and your eyes narrowed on the man who was going to be at the receiving end. 

Kaine rushed across the mat with all the grace of a baby elephant charging on rollerskates. The very floor vibrated with each stomp of his size 14 feet and his fist reeled back and he poured his entire strength into the first punch. Unfortunately it was his bulk that slowed the punch down and you easily avoided the attack that could have probably crushed your skull. You ducked under his arm and used your spinning momentum to land a kick on his left knee. The joint twisted unnaturally and he cried out as with pain and anger. 

Arthur was right, he did favour his right leg and you had just re-injured the old ailment. Off balance, he tried to follow your quick movements but you were already back in front of him, jabbing a quick one-two combo to his core. Heat flared in your fists as they connected with the hard muscle of his abs but you welcomed the rush of adrenaline that followed the pain. Kaine threw a punch of his own and you skirted away but not quick enough and his knuckles more than caressed your cheek. You had dodged the knockout blow but there would still be a bruise to show for your slow reaction.

“Nice work,” you said with a grin as you circled around each other. “You almost got me, big boy. C’mon, take another shot.”

You probably shouldn’t have taunted him because there was no avoiding the roundhouse kick that rattled your rib cage and knocked the breath out of you with a gasp. It was a mistake to look at Charles through the fence but you saw the worry in his eyes and the white-knuckled grip he had on the chain. 

“Watch out,” he shouted as the concern turned to panic for what was coming behind you.

On instinct you dropped low and raised your arms to protect your head, barely missing the right hook that would have rendered you unconscious. Rage took over as he leapt forward on his good leg to attack again and you waited for him to overextend into the punch before stepping closer. It was impossible for him to defend in such a confined space and he was surprised by the sudden change. You planted your feet and drove the power of your punch up from your legs, twisting your hips as you rolled your shoulder and crashed your left fist into the softer skin protecting his kidney. A deep grunt expelled from him as he hunched over and you followed through with a right hook of your own. Right into his weak spot. 

His piercing cry was almost as sharp as the snap of bone under your knuckles and he stumbled back clutching his collar that was freshly rebroken. The roar of the crowd was deafening as the bell rang for the round’s end and you threw your swollen fists into the air while your ribs protested. 

Kaine limped back to his corner and shook his head to the ref, ending the fight after only one round. You tugged your mouthguard out and shook your head disappointingly. “Pussy.”

He spat his guard to the ground and winced as he cradled his arm over his chest. “Crazy bitch.”

You smiled at the insult and curled a finger. “Wanna come over here and say that?”

Unsurprisingly, he didn’t attempt to re-enter the ring so you turned and made your own exit. Arthur was waiting with a grin on his face and his arms open but before you could step into his embrace Charles was there. The shock barely registered when his arms curled around you and for a moment you felt something, but then the pain in your ribs reared its ugly head.

“Fuck,” you groaned as you shoved him away and looked down at the bruise already blooming along your side. “I think he might’ve broken one.”

“Shit, we need to get you to the hospital.”

It annoyed you how easy it was to read Charles' face. Concern, regret, anger. It was like reading a book and you wanted to tell him to relax but it was quite nice to have another person around who actually showed their feelings. 

“Great idea, and what do you think we should tell them?” you asked as you started to make your way back to the bathroom. “I don’t think ‘it was an accident’ is going to satisfy them.”

“Fine,” Charles sighed, “where do you normally go when you get hurt?”

You stared at Arthur and he stared back before his lips twitched and you both laughed. An irritated growl rumbled from Charles before Arthur pointed to the messenger bag hanging from his shoulder. 

“He makes a cute doctor,” you said with a wink before he followed you into the bathroom. Charles tried to follow too but you blocked the doorway. “Sorry, patient/doctor confidentiality.”

You cut off his protests with the door and leaned back against the cold wood. “Do you think he will still be there?”

Arthur nodded and opened the bag to pull out a few bandages and a bottle of arnica. “I don’t think you are getting rid of him anytime soon.”

“Great.”

“Is it really that bad?” Arthur asked as he gently dabbed the arnica over the bruises. 

“Kind of hard to erase a decade of hate, even if he is hot.”

Arthur grinned and you rolled your eyes. “You think he’s hot.”

“Shut up. I’m not blind.” You unravelled the tape from your knuckles before waving a hand over him. “You’re hot too but it doesn’t mean I want to date you.”

“Thanks? I guess?”

“You know what I mean. Would you date me?”

“Are you asking me out? It’s a bit awkward since you are dating my brother.”

You huffed and glared at his amused grin. “Fake.”

“Potayto, potahto. But, no, if you really need to know, I wouldn’t date you. You’re my best friend, you know me way too well.”

“Exactly, I could never be with someone who brushes their teeth in the shower.”

“Once, for fucksake, I did that once when I was running late.”

You screwed your face up and shook your head with disgust. “There’s no excuse, Tur. We will just have to be friends.”

“Carve my heart out now,” he mocked before patting your side. “All done. Ready to go?”

You thought about the man waiting on the other side of the door and sighed at the thought of having to sleep in the same room as him. “Do you want to stay the night?”

“Oh, no, no, I am not going to be your buffer. You gotta figure out whatever is going on between you and Charles on your own.” He kissed your cheek and grinned at the sour look on your face. “Love you.”

“Ugh, I hate you,” you groaned and his smile only grew wider at the lie.

“Tell Cha to call me in the morning, so I know he is alive.”

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[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Mine

Summary: A speeder ride with you gets Din more worked up than he anticipated. Good thing there's no one around and he could just... take care of his little problem.

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem. reader

Wordcount: 1.5k

Rating: E

Warnings: established relationship, smut (public sex, unprotected sex), feelings, Din is just really horny for his girl, marriage proposals

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The heat was slowly killing you. 

You still weren’t sure why Din insisted you had to come with him to visit Cobb Vanth. Not that you didn’t like spending time with Din. Especially one on one time with Grogu staying behind with Peli. 

But hourlong rides on a speeder through the hot desert were something you very much did not like. 

No matter how close you got to sit in front of Din while he piloted the speeder back towards civilisation. It would be a couple more hours before you would reach the gates of the city and you allowed your head to rest back against Din’s chest, the Beskar of his chest plate surprisingly cool to your heated skin. 

You had pulled a linen cloth over your head after getting sunburned so bad once before, only bacta helped, your head and body now shielded from the sun. Maybe you could sleep. Din wouldn’t let you fall from the speeder. 

Din on the other hand was slowly dying. 

You were constantly wiggling against him, trying to get comfortable. He heard every single sigh you released, could practically hear your thoughts. 

He knew how much you hated being out in the heat and on a speeder. 

You had told him about the accident you had with your father when you were younger, how only sitting on a speeder now made you uneasy. And he knew he should have left you back in the city. Maybe pay for a more comfortable room at an inn so you could enjoy some relaxing quiet time now that you were all free. 

But the selfless part of him wanted to have you with him on this little expedition. He had planned to ask you to marry him last night when you had smiled at him in the moonlight, but the words had been stuck in his throat, overwhelmed with how lucky he was to call you his. 

You continued to wiggle in front of him, most likely trying to figure out a position that would be comfortable for the next few hours. 

Which was fine. He wanted you comfortable. 

The problem was all your wiggling against his crotch made him hard.

See, last night he had many plans for you, plans that involved celebrating you hopefully saying yes to his proposal, but you ended up being so exhausted from the day long travel that he had to carry you to your bed where he watched over you all night instead of making you scream his name. 

It was insane to travel back today but Cobb hadn’t even been there for their meet up and you both decided it was better to travel back and then leave the planet. 

Somewhere colder. 

Somewhere he would finally ask you to marry him. 

„Din?“ He heard you ask. He tilted his helmeted head towards you, feeling you shiver as the cold Beskar rubbed over your skin, the linen cloth falling from your face. 

„Can you find a spot for a quick break? Somewhere with shade?“ You asked. 

„Of course,“ he promised, already looking around, the many sensors in his helmet looking for a spot, finding one only a few minutes later. 

You hummed satisfied as you saw the spot he was approaching with the speeder, a mountain formation with some dead trees in front of it. 

Din groaned when you pushed your body back against him and he could hear your gasp of surprise when you felt him hard against your ass. 

The speeder slowed down until he parked it right under one of the old trees in the shade and he took a deep breath, enjoying the little shade the mountains and trees were providing.

The spot looked like a dried out waterhole. 

You closed your eyes, pulling the fabric that covered your face down completely to take a deep breath, your body resting against Din’s. 

He brought one of his gloved hands down to rest on your thigh, squeezing it lightly. Biting your lip you pushed your ass against his crotch and you felt him tense for a moment before his other arm wrapped around your middle, pulling you even closer against him. 

„All your wiggling made me hard,“ he groaned and a small smile came to your lips. 

„And you driving this made me wet,“ you said and his fingers on your thigh tensed.

„What are you gonna do about it?“ You challenged and you could feel the deep breath he took, his chest rising against your back before his hand dropped down between your legs, cupping your clothed pussy. 

„I’m gonna fuck you on this speeder. In the middle of the desert,“ he said and you hummed. 

„Yes,“ you gasped, his fingers rubbing against you. Your lips parted, your head falling back against his chest.

The next moment he was off the speeder, turning you around so you were sitting with your back towards the handlebar, his hands protectively keeping you up as he stood between your legs. His helmet tilted, looking down at you and you sucked your bottom lip in, letting go off his hands, to take your top off, hearing him groan through the modulator of his helmet as you exposed yourself to him. 

He ripped his gloves off, his hands cupping your tits in his big palms. 

„Such a good girl for me. Letting me fuck you out in the open, huh?“ He hummed and you nodded eagerly, and he pinched one of your nipples, making you moan. 

„Lay down for me,“ he whispered and you slowly let your back lay down on the worn leather of the speeder, your hands coming to rest behind you, holding onto the handlebar.

Din’s hands ran up your thighs until his fingers hooked into the waistband of the pants you were wearing, 

„Up,“ he hummed and you obeyed, arching your back first so he could pull your pants and panties down before you raised your legs and he took them all the way off, leaving you laying completely naked in front of him. 

„Maker, you’re beautiful,“ he said in awe and you smiled up at him as he stepped closer, his hands parting your legs, his finger slipping through your wet pussy, humming as he found you wet and ready for him. 

Biting your bottom lip you watched him as he unbuckled his belt, followed by the sound of his zipper and finally his hand pulled his beautiful cock out of his pants, his fingers closing around his length, pumping it slowly as his helmet tilted down to look at your pussy. 

Your eyes closed as he used the tip of his cock to play with your clit, circling it before he slipped it through your pussy, pushing into you just so the tip filled you before he pulled out again, playing with your clit again. 

„Always so wet for me,“ he praised and you whined, one of your legs hooking behind him, wanting him inside of you. 

„Please Din,“ you whimpered, looking up at him, „Fuck me,“

And finally he did, pushing his cock into you in one deep thrust, pushing the air out of your lungs as he filled you completely.

„Yes….“ You moaned and he slowly began to move at first, letting you stretch around him, getting used to his girth, because no matter how often you took him, it was always a stretch.  His hands pulled at your legs so they were laying over his shoulders before he took hold of your hips, fucking into you faster, harder, making you cry out. 

„Wanna make you mine,“ he grunted, his fingers digging into your skin as he fucked you harder. 

„I’m yours. Always will be,“ you whined, already feeling close. 

„Yeah?“ He asked and you nodded. 

„Fuck yes,“ he groaned, changing the angle of how he was fucking into you, hitting that one spot that made you see stars, and you moaned his name. 

„There it is,“ he said, and you could hear the smile in his voice. 

„You gonna be my good girl and cum for me?“ He asked and you only nodded, your lips parting, gasping for air every time his cock hit that spot. It only took another couple of his thrusts for you to cum, body shaking as he fucked you through your orgasm. 

„Always get so fucking tight for me. Gonna make me cum,“ he groaned and you nodded. 

„Please Din. Please cum inside me. I wanna feel it,“ you whimpered, clenching around him as he continued to fuck into you, a small smile sneaking to your lips as you felt him twitch, inside of you, pumping his cum into you moments later, groaning your name until he stilled, his cock still inside of you. 

You let go of your grip around the handlebars when he reached for you, letting him pull you up against his chest, shivering when you felt the cold Beskar against your skin.

Your eyes were closed when you saw him reach for his helmet, pulling it up just so he could kiss you softly, his lips moving over yours. 

„Marry me,“ hummed against your lips and your lips parted in surprise, your arms crossing behind his back, wanting to be even closer.

„Yes,“ you smiled, shrieking when he pulled his helmet off to kiss you properly. 

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DannyMay2025 Day 7: Blood Blossoms

It seemed too good to be true to the ghost hunters. Just burn this unknown plant and let its smoke cleanse their home of unwanted ghostly energies. There was no way it could go wrong, they thought as they bought the seller's entire supply. Dried bundles of this strange flower filled multiple bags as Jack and Maddie Fenton eagerly drove home. The car parked partially on the sidewalk in front of the house. They couldn't wait. They left the bulk of the purchase in the kitchen, where bags spilled contents throughout the room. Jack, a bundle in one hand, a lighter in the other. Maddie in the lab, fingers on the keys like racers waiting for Go. The first room: The attic. Stuffy and hot, smoke making tiny ghosts of dusts as Jack moved through the congested hall of Fenton memories. Wafted smoke, particles of petal ash settling on every surface. The sounds of typing rang through FentonPhones in Jack's ear. Maddie monitoring the ectoplasmic energy levels in the home.

The second room: Master bedroom. The bundle leaves a light pleasant scent in the room, smoke absorbing into the carpet, the bedding, the curtains. Jack makes sure to waft extra smoke around the bed, making absolutely sure that no ghosts will get them in their sleep. "It's working Jack. Ectoplasmic energy levels are starting to go down. Sensors indicate a 5% decrease so far." Maddie's voice rings in his ear. Good. They were doing the right thing.

Next: Jazz's room. The bundle was burned to half its original height. The smoke was steady, wafting into the nooks and crannies of Jazz's shelves. Settling into books, stuffed animals, pillows. Bearbert Einstein got an extra bit of the smoke. Jack wanted the beloved toy to have no ghost energy hidden in it to contaminate his daughter's mind. Closing the door when he was finished, a faint haze all that remained in the bedroom. "Ectoplasmic energy levels decreased by 25%. There was a lot of energy in her room, Jack." Danny's room. Full of space decorations, photos taped to the walls. Posters of NASA expeditions and favorite bands were on walls, and a few more were on the ceiling. The room itself seemed to shudder as Jack wafted the smoke throughout. Heaviness that the room had held for years seemed to dissipate. Even the glow in the dark stars on the ceiling almost seemed to flash with an ethereal glow and fade to nothing. "Jack! Readings just decreased by another 70%. Danny's bedroom had more energy in it than any other room in the house. The lab should have had the most." Maddie's voice rang in his ears. A lot of energy in his son's room? Hopefully whatever spook was haunting his son would leave him alone after this. One by one, each room in the house gets enveloped in the smoke of the burning bundle. After Danny's room, the petals had burned down close to Jack's hand and he had to start a second bundle. Each room touched by the smoke decreased the levels in the house. Only 10% of the energy would be located in the laboratory. Everything was well in the home now. Everything was safe now. So then, why was it that when Danny came home from school, he walked into the kitchen and collapsed and started screaming in pain. After all, the dried blood blossoms were supposed to help, weren't they?