#I can lift my arms above my head to make them more visible but it hurts and I can’t twist my body in a way that allows me to touch them

[pearlymel]

𓏲 ˖. sum. Neuvillette has this urge to show everyone you are his. And also to worship you as his beloved wife.

Warnings: NSFW, fem!reader, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, breeding, creampie, mentions of children, mention of petnames (Mon amour, Mon cœur, honey, etc.).

Wc: 2k

Notes: to my bestie who knows who they are, if you see this, no you didn't (you're blind you just don't know it.)

You feel like you're resting above the clouds with how comfortable you were in Neuvillette's arms, cradling you like you were the most precious thing, savouring each featherlight caresse of his hand around your thighs and stomach.

His face was buried in your hair, both the strands of your hairs mixing colours into the most beautiful shades and textures. You're too sleepy to listen to his soft whispers, but you can hear him talk... about some baby...

Baby... Wait, baby? He was referring to you, right? Surely.

"Wouldn't it be nice?" His soothing voice snapped you out of your daze, your body rolling around to face him. "Sorry, i wasn't listening." Your lips curl downward, which makes him kiss your sleepy eyelids with a soft chuckle.

"My apologies, i was discussing a certain fantasy to myself... How it would be lovely to see our little ones one day being in our arms."

It takes you a hot minute for his words to soak in. You blink twice, part your lips slightly in shock with the gears in your head moving ever so slow, "Honey, it's a lovely thought. Are you serious about this?"

He nods, “the satisfaction I feel at the thought of everyone realizing that you’re carrying my child makes me want to throw all my propriety out the window.” His hands moved down to your hips and he slowly rolled you onto your back, with him now on top. He kept a firm grip on your hips as he laid himself between you, his head resting on the area where your neck and shoulder met.

“I’m aching,” he muttered. “To see you bear our child, dear one. To fill you up completely.”

"To be filled?" You swallow thickly, the air was suddenly getting hotter, or was it just the heat of this summer that's making your neck all warm?

“Filled up to the brim, mon amour.” he spoke so softly, it was criminal to even have a sweet voice while speaking such words.

"A little vulgar, coming from the Iudex." You fail to bite back the urge to tease.

“My lady,” he spoke in a low, gruff tone this time, lifting his face to lazily kiss your jawline. “You of all people should know how you manage to make me lose my composure." Neuvillette muttered while peppering your skin with the marks of his lips.

All this baby talk was surely rubbing off you, and surely it wasn't because of his sweet talking or that you were ovulating...

"I need you." It was your turn to whisper, fingers finding their way to brush his hair and to wrap your arms around his neck. He continued peppering your neck with soft, sensual kisses, his hands slowly starting to caresse under your thighs, playing with the elastic band of your panties under your oversized shirt, tempted to just rip them off you.

"Are you trying to tempt me to take you right now?"

"Yeah?" You bat your eyelashes innocently at him, "i want you to fill me up like you said."

Oh, archons.

Neuvillette visibly shivered as he heard those words — your smile was as innocent as a lamb’s, yet the sultriness of your voice spoke of nothing but sin.

He claimed your lips in a deep, bruising kiss, his tongue seeking entry and exploring the sweet confines of your mouth. Neuvillette’s hands roaming across your body again, but this time they were more assertive — desperate, almost.

He wanted you. Needed you. In the rawest, most primal way possible.

"We can always go slow, no rush." Neuvillette relaxed a little at your words, his breath shuddering as the tension slowly left his body.

“Slow it is, then.” He murmured against your skin, as he slowly, painstakingly began to move himself down your body, pressing kisses down the expanse of your stomach as he continued to trail his way down. “You tell me when to stop if it hurts, alright?”

"Mhmm," you smile lazily at him while he looked up at you from his spot between your legs, his expression a mix of both tenderness and hunger. One tug down, and your panties were down to your ankles. His lips began trailing kisses up your inner thighs at first before licking a long stripe along your slick folds, and you were already trying your hardest not to crush his head with your thighs, even when that's all he'd ever want.

And when his tongue starts flicking and sucking on your already sensitive clit, like he was practically making out with your pussy, treating it with such gentleness and care, is when you also start being more vocal.

He made sure he was never hurried because this was an intimacy act he enjoys having the pleasure doing with you.

Neuvillette would occasionally glance at your face, watching your expressions closely for even the slightest hint of discomfort, but your face was only twisted in pleasure, eyes half-lidded while you panted softly as you stared up straight at the ceiling. It fills him with pride knowing you enjoy this just as much.

You don't notice how your fingers weave through his hair, not yet pulling, more like pulling him back so you could grind against his face. He was more than happy to accept your invitation, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he moved his lips closer to your core.

He began to move his mouth in earnest at the sound of your moans from above, his tongue working with determined flicks, sucking harder so he could finally taste the reward of your honeyed essence.

"S-so good to me—" you start panting heavier now, your hips rubbing against his mouth, and he found it impossibly alluring — the knowledge that you were deriving such pleasure from his mouth alone was driving him mad. To the point that it was hard to try not to hump against the bed mattress with how painfully tight and uncomfortable his pants felt.

Your husband wanted — needed — you to come. He wanted to feel you unravel on his tongue. He intensified his assault on your core, his lips, tongue and mouth working in tandem, determined to draw out every drop of ecstasy from your body.

"A-ah, wait—" your thighs twitch together when he starts sucking harsher on your swollen clit. You felt your throat already dry up, how you were on the verge of tears when you finally came with a shuddering breath.

Neuvillette took in every second of your climax, groaning in satisfaction as he felt you come undone under his ministrations. His mouth continued to work against you as you came down from your climax, greedily licking and tasting you as he continued to draw out the last throes of your orgasm.

His face emerged from between your legs, the evident glisten on his face from the slightest light from outside was enough to make you breathless.

"the sweetest treat," he murmured, his voice low and huskier than before as he began to make his way back up to your face. "So pretty, coming all on my tongue.." You don't say anything but bring a hand to the back of his head and pull him in for a sweeter kiss.

Finally.

He leaned in to meet your lips, groaning against his mouth at the taste of you that still lingered on his lips. He quickly deepened the kiss, his tongue seeking entry as he claimed your mouth in another romantic dance.

Neuvillette was all too happy to satisfy your hunger, He was like a man possessed, as if he was trying to devour you whole — his kisses were hot, hungry, and full of want.

You helped him off his tight confinements so fast next, letting out a sigh of relief as the cool air hit his weeping flushed tip.

Not wanting to wait any longer, he inhaled sharply as he slowly, deliberately began to push himself inside you — his eyes fixed on your face, watching closely as your face contours everytime his fat tip would inch in your hole.

He let out a long, low moan at the sensation, his arms shaking as he held himself up above you, "so tight..." He continued to ease himself inside of you, every inch seemingly drawing out another low groan from his lips. It took all of his willpower to keep his pace slow and gentle, he was restraining himself, trying his damndest to go slow for your sake.

"s- so good," you whimpered, back arching off the bed, fingernails marking crescent on his skin while your other hand tore the bedsheet off the mattress from how much you were twisting it.

He was losing it. every sound and movement you made was driving him wild. He lifted one of your legs, holding it against his hip as he continued to push inside of you, deeper, deeper, making you unintentionally clamp down around him with each welcomed inch of his cock.

"H-hold on," he panted, his voice a low, strangled hiss, "don't... don't do that, or I'll... I'll..." He trailed off, holding your thighs in a bruising grip to ground himself from spilling too quickly inside of you, and he could, but he would never leave you unsatisfied.

"you okay, Neuvi?" You try teasing him a bit, this time tightening around him on purpose. His entire body shuddered violently at your action, a strangled moan escaping his lips as you tightened around him again like a vice. His hips instinctively jerked forward, seeking friction against you, and his control snapped.

"Mon cœur, you're teasing me..." he uttered in a hushed tone against your ear, "you're trying to drive me mad, aren't you?" You start to slowly rock your hips back and forth against him, taking his hand and interlacing your fingers together. "I'm just trying to please my lover." You hum back.

"I'm trying so hard to be gentle and patient... and you're not helping—mhm, at all."

"It's okaaay. Don't be gentle."

His restraint finally snapped, Neuvillette let out a low growl as he grabbed your hips and slammed himself into you. The sounds your moans and whimpers of pleasure were like music to his ears, he could vaguely feel your nails scratching down his back, the pain only adding to his ecstasy as his continues ramming into you like a starved beast.

Neuvillette's strokes would be powerful, rough, bordering on brutal, as he sought to breed you with his seed. He would grip your hips, holding you steady as his cock throbbed with every thrust. nothing but ragged pants and grunts filled the air, his body straining with the effort of holding back his release, he was close, so close to finding his release, but he needed to watch you fall apart first.

He let out a growl as he felt your teeth sink into his skin, his cock continuing to kiss the deepest and sweetest parts inside of you, making your eyes instantly roll back. his pace becoming brutal as he slammed into you relentlessly, his voice nothing more than a ravaged whisper against your ear.

"Come for me, love. Let go."

As he felt you come for him with a strangled cry of his name, he followed after, burying his face deep into your neck as his own release came over him, a thick load shooting straight into your womb, it's so much— creamy ropes of cum that quickly filled you to the brim.

It was hot and dizzying.

with his seed slowly seeping out of you, he immediately tried pushing himself deeper into you, if that was even possible, keeping it all plugged in, "S- so much for you, my sweet." He gave your hand a gentle squeeze as he comfortably laid on top of you, his other hand tracing down to your hips and belly.

"shall we start thinking of baby names, hm?"

Do you guys think he moans in french (sorry)

[milfsloverblog]

Chlorine Water (nsfw)

Larissa Weems x fem!reader

A/N: It’s 6.24am, I haven’t slept because I needed to get this out of my system. This is pure porn without plot. Something that popped into my head when I should have been writing something far more important (thesis can wait). First time writing shapeshifted cock, think I did not too bad. Enjoy lovelies!!

CW: SHAPESHIFTED COCK!!

“Will you join me?” You called from the pool float where you’d been sitting for the past half hour.

Larissa stayed quiet for a second, reading the last few words on the page of the book she was holding before placing it down next to her on the sun lounger.

“I might,” she answered, picking up her glass of rosé from the floor and taking a few sips of it. “How’s the water?”

You dipped your fingertips in the pool before wiping them on one of your naked thighs.

“Warm. Not as hot as you, though!”

Larissa chuckled and placed her now empty glass back on the ground before getting up from the lounger. She stretched her arms above her head, making you bite your lip at the sight of her pale breasts nearly popping out of her green bikini top. Nearly.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” You asked as Larissa walked closer to the edge of the pool. She truly was a vision. Legs that seemed never-ending, inviting hips which dipped into an even more inviting waist and slightly uneven breasts that you loved to tease her about. When she got close enough, you noticed the bite mark that you’d left on her thigh a few days before.

“Mhm, only a few thousand times.” She smiled softly and sat down on the tiled floor, her legs dangling in the water as she leaned back on her hands and waited - visibly impatiently - for you to come closer.

You didn’t make her wait long, almost immediately dropping from the pool float into the water and swimming towards your lover.

Playfully, you held one of Larissa’s legs and kissed the side of her knee, lifting yourself on your tiptoes to be able to lick chlorine water from her thigh. It tasted terrible, really, but Larissa’s breathless sigh made up for it.

Much as you wanted to, you didn’t put your mouth anywhere near Larissa’s crotch and only kissed her thighs and knees, even trying to pull her further over the edge so you could get to her hips too.

“Darling,” The word fell from Larissa’s mouth as her fingers weaved themselves through your hair, giving a gentle tug so you’d look up at her face. “Do you mind if…” Larissa’s gaze fell between her legs and yours was quick to follow, your eyes widening at the sight of the bulge in her bikini that wasn’t there a few seconds ago.

“Of course not.” You breathed out, your fingertips digging into the flesh of your lover’s thighs.

Sex with Larissa was always an experience. You never really knew what to expect from your shapeshifting partner, and you loved that.

Slowly, you pushed Larissa’s bottom to the side to free her semi-hard cock, your mouth instantly salivating at the sight of it.

Larissa gave your hair another gentle tug, pulling you out of your trance.

“Open up.” Her voice was soft but you knew it was a demand, to which you quickly obeyed by opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” Larissa cooed as she took hold of her cock and thrust her hips closer to your face.

You closed your eyes as the weight of Larissa’s tip pressed down on your tongue. She stayed still for a moment, her eyes raking down your face as she took in how eager you were to please her.

“Good girl.” She repeated, slowly moving her tip up and down your tongue until her cock had fully hardened. “Will you take care of me, darling?”

You gave a slight nod and Larissa let go of your hair, your cue to take control of the situation. You wrapped your hand around the base of her cock and your lips around the tip, slowly moving your head down until Larissa’s blonde pubic hair tickled your nose. She had thankfully settled for a medium-sized cock that day, although the girth was larger than usual and you knew your jaws would start aching in a few minutes. Still, that allowed you a few minutes to pleasure her.

Larissa groaned loudly as you moved your head back up and down again, slowly increasing the rhythm of your sucking.

“Oh god, yes-“ She threw her head back when your tongue teased the spot that you knew would drive her crazy. “I need you-“ She breathed out, her hips carefully thrusting her cock deeper into your mouth. “I need to be inside you-“

That was another one of your cues. You kept sucking for a few more seconds before letting go of Larissa’s cock with a loud pop.

“Come here,” You groaned, grabbing Larissa’s waist and pulling her into the water with you.

You barely had time to react before she spun you around, trapping you between the cold pool tiles and her body.

“You’re divine,” She whispered, her length rubbing up and down your thigh.

Larissa’s hand snaked down between your bodies and she bit her lip when she found you dripping wet after pushing her fingers inside your bikini.

“All of this for me?” She smirked before pressing her lips on the pulse point of your neck, suckling at the skin and leaving a perfect imprint of her mouth in crimson lipstick.

“Why would you wear makeup to go swimming?” You asked with an expression as incredulous as possible. Without waiting for an answer, you grabbed onto Larissa’s hip and pulled her into a kiss.

You didn’t really want to hear Larissa’s explanation. You only wanted to hear her moan.

Larissa kissed you back with practised ease, her fingers skillfully moving between your lips and pressing on your clit. Her lipstick smudged against your skin as she parted her lips to kiss you always deeper.

“God-“ Your lover grunted, the rubbing of her cock against your leg becoming more insistent until you gently wrapped your hand around its length and guided it between your legs.

The warmth of your flesh against Larissa’s shaft made it throb violently and she grunted again, louder this time, as she began rubbing her member against your clit.

“Larissa!” You whined, spreading your legs to allow your lover more space. “Please, I want- I need to feel you inside of me.”

Larissa happily obliged, immediately pressing the tip of her cock against your entrance and slowly pushing herself inside of you. It felt like heaven, her girth stretching you just the right amount as you wrapped your legs around her waist and pulled her impossibly closer, letting out a moan when her tip pressed against your cervix.

“What do you think?” Larissa asked, voice dripping with lust.

“Perfect-“ You whined. “You’re fucking perfect.”

“And I’ll perfectly fuck you,” Larissa whispered into your ear before her hips started thrusting against yours.

Larissa tried her best to be soft, she really did. But after a couple of minutes of gentle thrusts, your sweet moans and your cunt squeezing around her length became almost unbearable. She firmly grabbed onto your waist and pulled out of you, spinning you around so you’d face the edge of the pool.

“Fuck!” You cried out when your lover slammed back inside you, your legs quivering when she started thrusting frantically.

“You’re so good,” She groaned. “So tight and so warm.”

Larissa held onto your waist with one of her hands, so tightly that you knew you’d be left with marks that’d last for days, while the other one moved to your front to find your buzzing clit again.

You nearly melted against her, veins filling with nothing short but a white-hot pleasure while she quickened her pace, driving herself so deep until the tip of her cock kissed your cervix, drawing not only a moan but a yelp from you as well and you couldn’t help but move your hips back to meet her thrusts.

“I-I’m close-“ You stuttered, making Larissa fuck you with an urgency that you had rarely felt before. Her fingers moved faster against your clit and it only took a few more thrusts for you to be sent over the edge, your body tensing from head to toe.

Everything turned white for a second, your thighs started shaking, and you swore you heard Larissa gasping as your cunt tightened around her, pulsed, and gushed around her girth.

“Rissa, please…” You whined and suddenly her blood rushed down to her cock, leaving her breathless as she came hard, pushing herself unbelievably deep until she made sure she had filled you to the brim with her cum, and you almost laughed in delight about how full she made you feel.

“God, darling-“ she sighed, resting her sweaty forehead on your shoulder as her senses came back when the rush of adrenaline slowly wore off, the pain in her thighs getting stronger by the second.

Larissa carefully pulled out of you and wrapped her arms around your waist to hug you from behind.

“You’re perfect.” She whispered before placing a soft kiss on your shoulder. “Perfectly fucked, as promised.”

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MIAMI, THE CITY THAT KEEPS THE ROOF BLAZIN'- ln4

pairing- lando norris x fem! reader genre- established relationship (idk yall) OH ALSO victory smut warning- SMUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTT (you dirty dirty ppl, don't be silly, wrap your willy), victory head ( my boy lando deserves it), lowk pda ???? idk yall tell me if you spot any lollolololol summary- when your boyfriend brings back his first ever GP win, there seems to be only one way you both think of celebrating. GUYS GUYS GUYS HE DID IT I ACC CRIED OUR BOY DID IT !!! LAND NORRIS, GP WINNER. LANDO NOWINS IS NO MORE. GUYS I WAS ACC UNWELL, I CAN'T EVEN I WAS CRYING SO HARD 🥺 anwayyyyyyysssss this is not proofread so sorry if there are any spelling mistakes

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Those last few laps, you could barely sit still. You spent them biting your bottom lip and pinching your forearm underneath the orange of your hoodie, too scared to even move. Especially after that DNF during the sprint, Lando did not have high hopes for the race, he had told you so right before you two got to the track that morning. And now here you are, sitting in the garage near Lando's dad, fiddling with the promise ring around your finger. Tears started blurring your vision as the final lap was announced, your legs shaking despite you sitting down. When he crosses the finish line, you can barely contain your sobs and your body folds forward as you press your hand over your mouth, Lando's father cheering and rubbing your bag softly. Zak comes running in from the Pit wall, cheering and whooping as he runs towards you.

"He did it ! He fuckin did it !" He yells, wrapping you in his arms and jumping up and down. He's laughing and cheering as he pulls away from you, holding your hand.

"You need to come down with us. He'll want to see you." He says.

"But i'm not allowed. I don't want to get in trouble." Adam nods beside you.

"You should. Knowing my boy, he'll want to celebrate with you." Zak nods, sighing heavily.

"Besides, what the hell they gonna do ? Lando will punch anyone who tries to take you away from him. And he would punch us for not dragging you along, so come on !" You let yourself get taken away, softly crying as you're guided down to the track. You see Lando climb out of his car and punch the air, holding a one with his finger. You can hear him screaming through his helmet, his voice raw. He jumps off the car and is immediately swarmed by max and carlos, who hug the younger driver amicably. He turns towards his team, where you're nestled between his engineer and his father, barely visible in the sea of orange and height. He takes his helmet off, placing it down on he floor, before running up to his team.They instantly grab him and lift him above their heads, bouncing him up and down as they cheer and he laughs. Seeing that smile on his face makes your heart warm.

He's waited for this for so long.

When he's placed down on the floor, his father pats his shoulder and Lando drapes his arms around him tightly. The smile on his face is wider than you've ever seen when he backs away, and it only grows when he finally spots you.

"Baby !" His eyes grow and he lunges for you, shoving anybody out of his way that seemed to be suffocating you in the tiniest way. His arms wrap around you and he kisses the inside of your neck as you lean up on your tiptoes.

"You did it, Lan." You sob as he pulls away. "I'm so proud of you, baby." He cups your cheeks and kisses you, so long and so hard it shoves all air out of your lungs. It knocks you on your ass, falling back to your flat feet and him leaning over the railing to get better access to your lips. His teeth graze your bottom lip, his hands venturing into your hair to tug you closer. You whimper in his kiss, fully aware of the people cheering around you and the cameras probably angled towards you. When he finally pulls away, he kisses your forehead and wipes away your tears. He stares down at you, absolutely ecstatic, before he's dragged away to the med tent.

The podium is even more of a fever dream, watching him spray champagne all over his team below and the other drivers spray him all over, not even leaving him a moment to speak. He winks down at you and you can't help the rumble in your stomach. The promise of celebration is always evident whenever Lando is on the podium - but his first ever win ? There is no way you'll be able to walk tomorrow. And it's already bad enough whenever he looses.

You feel a tug on your arm as the Podium Celebrations come to an end.

"Psst." You turn around to be greeted by Lando's engineer, who seems quite annoyed to be the one to have to tell you this.

"Lando wants you to meet him in his driver's room. He says he needs to speak to you." He says, nodding slightly. You smile at him and thank him, starting to break away from the crowd, but he tugs you back. "Look, i know it's his first win but let's not have a remake of Austria. I don't think anybody could unhear that for months. Just.. try to be quiet." he says, offering you a kind smile to lessen your obvious embarassement. You nod, too scared to speak, and break away from the crowd. Your steps are hurried as you rush to his room, your cheeks red. You knock on the door and wait patiently, anxiously looking over your shoulder. When the door finally slides open, your heart leaps into your throat. He's torn off his suit, the fireproof soaked with champagne and sweat sticking to his sculpted chest and arms. His soft curls are soaked with champagne, the soft cut on the bridge of his nose from the week before reddened with irritation. You smile up at him instantly pushing him into the room and shutting the door behind you. He wraps his arms around you and breathes in your scent, hands gripping you tight.

"My girl." He mutters into your neck, which makes you giggle and tears start to flow up into your eyes again. You pulling away from him, cupping his cheeks.

"I'm so happy for you, baby." You mutter, running your thumb over his nose bridge. "I can finally say i'm dating a race winner." You say. He smiles, gripping your waist.

"Don't you want to say you've fucked a race winner ?" He says, moving your hair away from your neck to wrap his lips around the soft skin. You whimper as soon as his lips come on contact with your skin, leaning into his touch.

"Maybe later." you breathe. He pulls away, frowning.

"Maybe later ? C'mon now, baby, you're hurting my feelings." He jokes. You roll your eyes, softly untying the knot he's made around his hips with his suit.

"Of course you'll get to do that, Lan." You breathe out. If it's one thing Lando knew, is that you were always insatiable for him- and he for you. There was not a moment in public where his hands weren't on your hips and ass, and that your hands weren't combing his hair or kissing his cheeks. Most people found it quite sickening and they would tell you, but Lando would refuse to let you back away, even when you were embarassed that someone would point it out.

Your fingers push the suit apart, shoving it down his legs.

"Whatcha doing now, then ?" He asks, smiling lazily. You look up at him, grinning.

"Giving you a proper celebration." You mutter, pushing his fireproof up his abs as you kiss your way down, kneeling down to your knees. You blindly pat on your wrists to find a hair tie but you can't for the life of you find one. You're about to resort to just shoving your hair down your shirt to keep it out of the way when lando tilts your head up. He slips a hair tie off his wirst.

"Here you go, love. Always have one on hand." He mutters, smiling in that boyish smile that makes you want to give in to his drunken gaze and let him bend you over like he obviously is dreaming of. But he's always the one to make sure you feel good. Now, it's your turn to make him see stars.You tie your hair back quickly and kiss your way down his thighs, fingers grazing his abdomen as they loop around the band on his boxers.

"C'mon, princess, don't tease me." He begs. He's losing his shit, watching you on your knees, eyes already heavy lidded. that bright papaya dress stretching perfectly around your breasts and ass, too far away from him to grab but still delicious enough to stare at. His hand wraps around your ponytail, establishing his grip on you as you finally tug his boxers down. His cock springs up, and your eyes widen, already salivating at the sight. Looking up at him through your eyelashes, you wrap your hand around him and softly lick at the precum gathering there, making his head tilt back and a heavy breath leave his chest. He looks like a mess in your grip, his fireproof still halfway pushed up from when you were kissing your way down, and he's made no move to lower it, giving you a great view of his abs.

His grip around your hair tightens and he licks his lips, looking down at you as you ease the veiny length inside your mouth, running your tongue along the vein on the underside, right where you know makes him shiver.

"Fuck, baby, not so fast." he grumbles as your cheeks hollow around him, your hand pumping the rest of the length you couldn't fit in your mouth. He's heavy in your mouth, choking you in the best way possible. He brushes away a tear from the corner of your eye, groaning as he notices your thighs clenching to relive some of the pressure building up. At first, seeing you cry as you sucked him off scared him. The first time ever, he pulled away from you and knelt down beside you, gushing over you as how scared he was to hurt you. After a while he learnt that it was just the way tour face muscles were stretched, but that doesn't mean that seeing you cry doesn't scare him when he sees it. Although right now, your tongue is swirling around his tip, and he's clutching your hair tighter, his groans getting louder.

"Ah, fuck, baby. You take me so well- Shit, I can't wait to be inside you." Your eyes roll back into your skull as you hear those words, feeling your juices coating your thighs beneath your dress. Your pumps start moving faster, your hand tightening around his length and your tongue swirling around his tip. He shoves you down closer to him, groaning as he feels the pressure build up in his stomach. You can tell by the way his cock twitches in your mouth, throbbing with release. Knowing it'll drive him crazy, you pull away, kitten licking down his length, driving him away from his orgasm. He grumbles.

"God, please stop teasing me." He begs, grabbing your chin and tilting your head back, running his thumb along your bottom lip. You get to your feet, ankles wobbly, hand still wrapped around his length. He pulls you to him, lips wrapping around yours, his own hands moving fast to push the flimsy material of your dress up and past you hips all while tugging the top down to reveal your breasts. You hum into his kiss.

"Lan-Lan, we have to be quiet."

"Quiet ? Baby, i just won my first race. I want the entire paddock to know. Hell, the whole of Miami." He tears his firepoof off finally, revealing his abs to you as he grabs your waist and hoists you up, letting you wrap your thighs around his waist. You giggle as he drops you down onto the couch and slots his body between your legs, kissing your neck. A breathy moan leaves your lips as you cup his neck, running your fingers in his curls, biting your bottom lip. He smells of sweat and champagne, and it makes your heart race.

Lando Norris, Race winner.

"You ready, baby ?" He asks, looking up at you as he pushes your underwear to the side. You nod, and you feel his tip slide through your folds. He pushes in slightly, and a drawn out whine of his name leaves your lips, welcoming the stretch.

"Ah, Lan." You whine, nails digging into his shoulders. He kisses your exposed collarbone, his hand reaching up to tug your bra down.

"God, you're so wet f'me, darling. So fucking good for me- My good girl. You want more ? Want to take all of it ?" He asks, his tone teasing as you whine underneath him.

"Please, Lan, please." You beg. He kisses your temple, before pushing into you fully, bottoming into you fully, letting out a low groan. Your walls clench around him and he groans, catching your lips with his, his hand wrapping around your throat slightly.

"God you have no idea how bad i wanted you when I saw you when i got out of that car." He mutters, his hips rutting against yours, his tip hitting that spongy spot deep within you that makes your eyes roll.

"That entire last lap i was thinking of you, baby. My pretty girl, taking me so fucking well." His words are edging you on, your thighs shaking as his rough hands palm them to plough you harder and faster. he bites down on your neck slightly, eliciting a loud moan from you. The rythmic banging of the couch against the wall is deafening, and you convince yourself that there's no need to stay quite anymore when he sits up, sitting you down in his lap and rilling your hips against his. You throw your head back, his hands moving your hips to match the pace at which hes thrusting up into you.

The new angle pushes lewd whimpers and moans out of you, and he seems to relish in it. If there's one thing Lando loves more than you, it's hearing how good he makes you feel. Whether its you telling him straight up or the moans and whimpers he forces out of you, which he enjoys tremendously. Wrapping his arm around your waist firmly, he pulls you in, your hips relentlessly chasing that feeling building up within you.

"God, Lando."

"You close, hm ? You wanna come all over my dick, hm ?" He asks. Your bury you hands in his curls, biting your bottom lip, your thighs shaking as he lifts up to thrust into you at your pace. Your wall squeeze around him and he groans, head falling onto your shoulder as he kisses your exposed breasts and collarbone. Soft whimpers and moans are leaving your lips, and that just seems to drive him further. His thumbs reaches down to press on your clit, and your back arches at the overstimulation.

"Ah- Lan, fuck, i-i can't. S'too much." You whine, licking your lips.

"You can take it, c'mon baby. Open your eyes, look at me." He says as you open your eyes to look at him. He bites his bottom lip. "Fuck, you're so goregous like this. I fuckin' love you so much, baby."

That's enough to drive you insane, gushing around him as your walls flutter around his throbbing length, your body falling forward as your orgasm hits you hard and fast. He follows suit, emptying himself inside you, groaning into your ear as you keep your grip on his sweaty curls, kissing his neck lazily.

"Did so good f'me, babe." He mutters, softly lifting you off of him. You whimper at the loss of him, feeling empty. he blindly reaches over to a towel beside him, softly placing you beside him and bringing the towel to between your legs. You whine as he grazes your overstimulated core, and he kisses your temple, apologising underneath his breath profusely. Lando may love pleasuring you, especially after good races, but he usually gets taken away and hurts you- and that's the last thing he wants.

"I'm sorry, my love. You know how i get after good races." He mutters, adjusting your underwear back over your core and pull your dress back down your thighs and up to cover up your breasts. He grabs a spare pair of boxers and jeans from the chair, before slipping on a clean shirt and walking back to you, lovingly tucking you against him. You breathe in his scent, the new clothes still heavy with his cologne.

"It's okay. I like celebrating with you, like this." You mutter, fingers tracing the soft veins in his neck. "I really am proud of you, Lan. I couldn't sit still those last few laps." You say, not meeting his eyes. He chases your gaze, his piercing blue eyes staring into yours.

"You were the one thing i thought of." He says, tucking your hair behind your ear. "You're my everything, love, and I couldn't think of anyone else better to celebrate with." He says, smiling.

A soft knock is heard behind the door.

"Right, you done shagging now ?" You go rigid at the Aussie accent, covering your reddening face. Lando laughs and answers,

"Come in, Osc !" Oscar pulls open the door, walking in on you snuggled into your boyfriends chest.

"Lily wanted me to ask if you guys want to go out for dinner."

"I dunno.. What do you think, darling ?" He asks, fiddling with your hair, softly brushing your cheek with his thumb."Think you'll be able to walk ?" He whispers. Your cheeks go red and you look up at Oscar, making sure he didn't hear. You shove at his face, rolling your eyes.

"We'd love to, Osc." He smiles at you, before leaving the room. Before he's fully out, he turns to face you guys.

"Also.. Maybe keep it down next time- the entire hospitality was shaking." He says, before finally turning away and leaving. You cover your face, embarassed, but Lando kisses your forehead affectionately.

"C'mon, love. We've got a proper celebration to get to." He says, helping you up. You frown.

"So that wasn't the celebration ?" You ask. He winks.

"No, baby. That was just the beginning, there's more coming when we get home, so you better get that little ass up and jog it into my car so i can devour you the second we cross that door." He says.

You don't think you've gotten up faster.

And of course, as always, Lando held up his end of the deal, your thighs shaking underneath the table at dinner with Oscar and Lily, his hand on your thigh.

If this is what winning a race is like, you never want him to lose ever again.

[dr4kenlvr]

shameless

feat. hanma shuji x fem!reader - fluff (9.2k)

—where the reader can't help herself from meeting hanma at the same place and time. but hanma can't help himself, either.

nana's note: coming back every 3 months with a hanma piece has gotta be the wackest thing anyone's on tumblr ever done. but this one is nearly 1k??? oh my god. much love and i appreciate you all so much. warning. some minor descriptions of injury

you try to shake off the look on your friends' faces when you told them you wouldn't be joining them for late night rides and snacks. "but you said that last week!" they whined, brows furrowed and arms crossed. you waved them off with a genuine smile, genuine enough to deceive the bunch that you were headed home.

but home didn't look like the alleyway you stand in, brick walls cold yet decorated with countless graffiti. your eyes trace the wild lines of colour, working themselves in harmony as they intersect. numerous bold words you couldn't quite make out, but one was oddly distinct.

reaper.

"hey," a smooth voice suddenly calls, "you're here."

your eyes shoot to the familiar figure at the entrance, his stature illuminated by the singular yellow light between us. you signal him to come closer, almost irritated why he's standing there for so long. a quiet part of you needs him closer.

"you're here, too," you muse, a small smirk on your face as he approaches. like always, the breath in your lungs is knocked out as he hovers over you. the gleam above us almost makes his yellow eyes glow, bright and cat-like as he grins down at you.

"you wait long?" he asks, propping a bent leg on the wall, leaning back beside you. he cranes his neck, eyes squint and focused on only you.

you shake your head, leaning your head back. "nah," your gaze traces over his face. there's a few small bandages lining his jaw, and a larger one at his cheek. his left eyes seems to be bruising slightly, too. you furrow your brows, standing straighter. "how many fights have you been in the past week?"

hanma's grin grows, and he mirrors your posture. "what, you worried about me now, darlin'?"

you stiffen. darling, or darlin' as he would say. you never knew how to feel every time those two syllables left his lips, limbs freezing but heart picking up. the same mouth that spits so much venom at others—can actually call you something so adoring?

instead of answering, you lift a hand up to grab his. your thumb strokes gently at the bruised skin, splotches of irritated skin peeking through the poorly placed bandages. you almost wished you could've been there to do it for him.

now it's hanma's turn to freeze up, but he wills himself to get over it. this isn't like him. he looks down at his palm, so much larger than yours, and at the attentive way you inspect his wounds. there's a sad pout on your lips that hanma can't help but smile at. every time the pair of you hide away like this, you never fail to notice every injury he's sustained from the last. well, at least the ones visible to the eye. he wonders how you'd react to the large bruise on his ribcage. but maybe another week.

"m'fine, darlin', the others ended up more fucked than me," he soothes. "you know i always make sure they do," his voice hums, that velvet tone of his warming your body like no one else's. your bones nearly vibrate at the way he bends lower to have a better look at your face, before deciding that doesn't work.

instead, he brings a hand beneath your chin to lift your head up. your orbs meet his, falling in a trance that feels so, so right. an awed exhale escapes your lips at the man who holds you with punishment—because you wonder why this feels like a reward. for being able to hide whatever it is the two of you have become, will become, you start to think that maybe... this is okay. that silent part that craved him so near, scream out for you to reciprocate.

you place two gentle palms on his chest, his breath hitching in response. "i know," you whisper, the words almost silent. usually, he would've taken you out on the road by now, or taken out a box of cigarettes to smoke. but your feet are glued to the ground, the world outside this alleyway forgotten as he holds you.

"you know," he repeats, barely louder than you. he thinks you know him better than anyone. he looks forward to seeing you waiting for him. his feet take him to this place, like clockwork. and he can't shake off the feeling that you are just right.

and everything feels just right when he leans in, waiting. but it's all you need, lifting your head higher to meet him half way. hanma tastes like cigarettes, like smoke invading your lungs and filling them with him, him, him. he groans softly, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. his hand trails around your neck to cup your nape, pulling you in further while his other hand rests on your waist. your hands loop around his neck, tugging him down.

the movement makes him chuckle against your lips, the sound so adorable you want to hear it over and over again. his tongue swipes your bottom lip before he parts from you, but only ever so slightly. the two of your pant softly, foreheads resting against one another.

he smiles down at you, the kind that makes you smile right back.

"let me take you out for a bit," he whispers, "properly."

maybe home didn't need to look like somewhere, you thought. maybe it was a feeling, like the warmth filling your body to the tips of your ears when you nod.

"okay," you whisper.

[russo-woso]

a lotte fic or smut!!! or a kcc one

Is this okay? | Kyra Cooney-Cross

Warning smut 18+, cunnilingus, fingering, top!reader, bottom!kyra

“Thank you for tonight, Ky.” You said, pressing a lingering kiss on Kyra’s lips.

“You deserve it, baby. You’ve been so busy with work. You deserved a night off.” Kyra replied, her signature smile on her face.

Instead of responding through speech, you pressed your lips on hers.

“Stay.” You whispered as she nodded, her lips connecting with yours once again.

Kyra walked into your house, you immediately pushing her against the door as she closed it.

She moaned into the kiss as you bit down on her bottom lip, granting your tongue access.

“Jump, pretty girl.” You commanded, separating your lips for a split second as you immediately connected them once Kyra’s legs were wrapped round your waist.

“Can I take you to the bedroom?” You asked her, her lips swollen and her pupils dilated.

“Please.” She said, almost coming out as a moan, as you walked up the stairs, Kyra still in your arms.

“Are you sure you want this?” You questioned Kyra, double checking.

It was no secret between you both that it was both yours and Kyra’s first time.

“Definitely. I want it to be you, Y/N.” She told you with a smile.

“Good, because I want it to be you too, Ky.”

You entered the room and gently put Kyra down on the bed.

You climbed on top of her, your arms keeping you up as you kissed along her collarbone, leaving small marks that would be visible in the morning.

Your hands roamed her sides, sliding them up her shirt as they traced the curves on her sides.

You separated your lips from her body whilst you took her top off.

“Can you take yours off too?” Kyra asked, shyly. You nodded, taking yours off as her eyes trailed your abs that had tensed up at the cool air.

“You okay, pretty girl?” You questioned her, checking in to see how she was feeling before going any further.

“Perfect.” She responded, smiling before pulling you down to kiss her.

Your hands found their spot on her hips just above her jeans.

“Is this okay?” You asked, as you went to take them off.

“Yeah. More than okay.” Kyra said, nodding her head as she made eye contact with you.

You lifted her up so you could reach behind her to unclip her bra.

You laid her down and smiled at her.

“You’re so gorgeous. I hope you know that.” You told her, hearts in your eyes as you said it.

“You are too, baby.” She whispered.

You hesitantly connected your mouth on her hardened nipple, scared that if you were too quick, you’d overwhelm her.

Instead of pulling away or flinching, Kyra moaned at the sensation, never wanting it to stop.

“That feels so good, baby.” She told you, her hand tangled in your hair.

You moved onto her other breast, leaving small marks that would only be seen by herself and you.

You didn’t skip not one part of her body. You want to let her know how much you loved her.

But as you continued to explore, Kyra started to get impatient. Whining at the simplest of touches.

“Y/N, baby, please hurry up.” Kyra complained.

You pressed a final kiss to her inner thigh before finding the top of her underwear, looking up to her as she nodded in approval.

“Fuck, Ky, you’re soaked.” You mumbled, eager to eat her out and taste her.

“It’s not my fault you’re so sexy.” Kyra responded, sounding just as eager as you were.

“Ky, please tell me if you want me to stop at any point, okay?” You asked her, resting your hands on top of her thighs.

“I will, baby, I promise. Now, please, do something.”

You placed your head in between her legs and took a deep breath before licking her folds.

She moaned at the contact and your eyes rolled at the sound, pleasure coursing through your body at just the sound.

“Ky, you taste so good, babe.” You murmured into her pussy, making her moan again.

Your tongue explored her pussy, noting down the places where she moaned louder than others.

Eventually, your mouth found her clit and wrapped itself around it.

You felt a hand pull on your hair as you continued to suck.

Moans of your name were being bounced off the walls non stop.

“Y/N, I’m close. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” Kyra managed to get out, more moans than words.

“Never, Ky.”

“God, I’m gonna…”

“Let go, baby. Cum for me.” You said and you guess your words tipped her over the edge because her thighs squeezed your head and arousal started dripping from her core. “God, I love you so much, Kyra.” You told her as you became face to face with her.

“I love you too, Y/N.” Kyra said as your fingers trailed down her body.

“Ky, can I use my fingers or have you had enough? Do you want me to—” You began but Kyra started giggling away.

Even though you were trying to be serious and intimate, you couldn’t help but smile at her.

A smile was on her face as small chuckles escaped her lips.

“What? What’s so funny?” You asked, giggling yourself.

“You. I just…I just love you so much.” Kyra said, making your smile expand.

“I love you too, Kyra.”

“Now, please, use your fingers. Do something.” Kyra pleaded, desperate for you to do something.

She grabbed ahold of the back of your neck, pulling you down so your lips landed on hers.

Your fingers swiped through her folds and you swallowed her moans.

Kyra’s breath hitched as you entered her with one finger.

“You feel so good.” She moaned into your ear as you continued to thrust a finger into her.

“Can I use two?” You questioned her, a second finger lingering, waiting for her response.

“Yes.” Kyra said, her voice hoarse from her moans.

Her moans increased as you added a second.

You felt her pussy clench around your fingers whilst you thrusted them in and out, curling them to reach her g-spot.

“I’m gonna cum. Oh god.” Kyra practically screamed and a mixture of curse words and your name flew out of her mouth.

You slowed down your movements so you didn’t overstimulate her.

“That was incredible.” Kyra breathed out as her head lifted from the pillowed to look at you.

“Are you okay? Can I get you anything? Water? Something to eat?” You asked, genuinely not knowing what to do.

“Cuddles. I just want you.” Kyra told you and you laid down next to her and you immediately rested your head on her chest. “Thank you, Y/N.”

“For what?”

“For being gentle, and kind, and thoughtful. You made this so special for me. I’m glad it was you.” Kyra replied and in response, you pressed a light kiss to her lips.

“You made it special too, Kyra. Im glad it was you.”

Reminder, my requests are open :)

[tojisprettywife]

Your Fav fairies and their wands

{note: this is the so called 'surprise' hahaha💀. i'll be describing men of jjk's copulation wand🪄 (according to me). it's my first time doing it. hopefully, it's fine and makes some sense. the basic drill, unedited, not proof read. minors DNI.}

< @jkumiplace here u go, what i was talking abt 😭.>

warnings: heavily 18+, idk copulation wand and its components explained. nsfw under the cut.

First let's talk about the man, i write the most about.

Toji Fushiguro

everyone attaches 'big cock' with him for a reason, bc it is big. and this man is in his 40s so def, he's uncut. with two prominent veins running along the length, the tip is red but it is in between his skin tone and red. the tip may be slightly curved, so it perfectly grazes your sweet spot. he's so thick and girthy, he stretches you out so well. def a shower. the shaft's skin tone is two shades darker than his skin tone, and has a bit of a brown hue. again, heavy balls, so round, so cute. breeder balls, that are heavy and slap against your clit each time, so harshly during backshots. his precum is salty but cum though, viscous, literally thick, white, and salty plus bitter makes you gag each time you try to swallow it, but fills your pussy so full, gracefully dripping out your tight hole as he pulls out. his pubic hair is not trimmed, unkempt for sure, but when he starts dating you, he might think abt it twice. also has a very visible happy trail.

6.5 inches in length, 5 inches in girth, uncut.

Nanami Kento

more of a grower, than a shower. 6 inches. perfect. what you want need he has it. def cut, pinky aww and has a mushroom tip. has a dick, you wanna worship, bc he trims, it's perfect. hygiene? 20/10. his shaft is the same color as his skin tone, the base might have a slight red hue. precum is clear, slightly salty but with a hint of sweetness, cum though is milky white, not so viscous, tastes salty yet with a hint of sweetness and a pinch of tanginess. takes good care of himself, and has well kept nails, so he doesn't hurt you while fingering you. eats fruits, and drinks adequate water, so he doesn't taste like battery acid, rather sweet and nice. i know he has something addictive in his cum. and yes balls <3, round and soft, loves it when you suck on them.

6-6.2 inches in length, 4.5 inches in girth, cut

Geto Suguru

another big dick attached behind his name. he def has a size that you can't fit easily, your jaw would hurt. loves it when you choke on it. shower, not much of a grower. uncut, no one can convince me otherwise. he has a slight curve upwards when erect, slightly, again bruises and brushes against your g spot so well, a red-ish-pink tip, and quite a few veins running along the length, the skin color of the shaft similar to his skin tone, with a hue of brown. precum is salty and sticky; cum whew is slightly clear yet milky white, not much viscous viscosity of mango juice tastes salty and slightly bitter and can be sweet at times. well kept and trimmed if he is in a relationship, otherwise unkempt. his balls are not so big, but sensitive. a light happy trail! when he stretches his arms above his head, his tee lifts up giving u a small peek of his happy trail. (he might do this on purpose lol)

6.4-6.6 inches in length, 5.01 inches in girth, uncut

Gojo Satoru

ah yes, the lover boy. his dick is pretty. like he doesn't have much pubic hair, it's super light, so he doesn't need to do much work. cut, pinky tip, leaks a lot of precum. the shaft is the same skin color as his skin tone but has a pink tint to it, with two veins running along the side of it. weirdly enough, this man takes care of himself pretty, as counterintuitive as that sounds. his nails are done in a nail salon, drinks water adequately, eats fruits, and he smells amazing. i bet when he sweats, it doesn't even smell. hmm, his cum is less viscous, pretty easy to swallow, and sweet! a little salty. he has very sensitive balls, loves it when u fondle them and ride him plus loves it when u suck on them while giving him a head.

6.8-7 inches in length, 4.2 inches in girth, cut

Higuruma Hiromi

im pretty sure he is cooped up in his office all the time yet i'd say he is more of a grower than a shower. uncut, again no one can convince me otherwise mushroom tip, is darker than his skin color, shaft is a bit lighter compared to his tip. his length is quite average but girthy, you can't take him without prior prep, fingering. he doesn't leak precum much, it has a more mucus texture, slightly salty w a pinch of tanginess; his cum though, is thick and milky white, bitter at times can be sweet depending on his diet. it's hard to swallow his cum, leaving a slightly bitter, acidic aftertaste on your tongue. his balls def small but heavy, likes how it sounds when it slaps against your ass. takes care of himself better when he is in a relationship.

5.7-5.9 inches in length, 5.56 inches in girth, uncut.

(hint. hint. the names!)

[orbitariums]

FINALLY BLACK READER CHALLENGERS FICS WOOOO!!! plz do stanford!art dating black track star! reader👀👀 patrick can be involved too maybe he goes to stanford idk

no more running | art donaldson + black trackstar! reader

i know nothing about track (or tennis!) so bear with me

art was infatuated with you the moment he saw you at a track meet tashi’s dragged him to — he really had no interest in anything but tennis, that is until he saw you.

you were perfect, all silky brown skin and braids pulled up into a high ponytail, with the physique of a lioness. and it helps that your body's insane – you're visibly strong and you carry yourself well. you moved with a flourish, effortlessly and gracefully. nothing and nobody could stand in your way — except maybe art. you'd heard his name echoed all around campus for how much of a tennis god he was, but now, in front of you, he presented as anything but. he was stumbling over his words and his feet introducing himself to you, all crooked smiles and awkward handshakes.

"hi. i'm art. donaldson. art donaldson. but you can just call me art, obviously you don't have to call me by my full name, that would be weird."

you couldn't help but grin, though your brows furrowed together in confusion,

"right... hi. i'm—"

"yn. i know. i'm uhh, a friend of tashi's. you were really talented out there today."

"is my friend bothering you?" came tashi's voice from around the corner. you started packing your things in your duffel bag, shaking your head with a laugh that made art's heart melt,

"no, the opposite actually."

"great," tashi grinned knowingly. "well in that case... lunch?"

it was history from there. art started showing up to all your meets, and you to his tennis games. it was cute, the way you cheered each other on and pretended it was nothing more than camaraderie and sportsmanship between friends. the way you pretended art's bicep flexing with every thwack his racket made against the tennis ball didn't make your throat run dry. the way art pretended watching you stretch on the field before a match, your shorts lifting up to reveal the expanse of skin just above your thigh didn't make him shift in his seat.

if patrick weren't with tashi, he'd probably go for you too, and art knew it. it's why he almost gets defensive when patrick comes to visit and the four of you go on these little psuedo double dates, since neither you nor art had addressed the fact that you wanted each other. he was always courteous with you, but he made sure to hold every door open for you, pull out every chair, and even paid for your food. it was like he was showing patrick that this was his girl, and it amused patrick so much that he told art,

"if you're gonna fuck her, just do it. you don't need to go getting my approval."

"i'm not trying to fuck her, pat. and i'm not getting your approval. i just... i don't know, i want her to be mine."

"i'm pretty sure she's yours already, pal. have you seen the way you two act?

it's a slow burn, but it feels so good to wait. art kisses you finally during one of your study dates together — you both only have so much time to actually focus on school as student athletes, so you spend that time together — it's soft and longing and sweet. you become something of a power couple on campus, making signs for each others' games and running up to art on the field after he's won, letting him lift you up into his arms and swing you around — never mind the trophy.

art runs ice baths for you when you need them, and lets his strong hands groove into your sore muscles, blushing at your relieved moans. he's got no problem stretching you out in other ways too, fucking you slow and deep like he's just trying to pass the time inside you, spending hours letting your pleasure unfold before him. letting your fingernails leave scars on his back because he has enough already from his sport, what's a few more?

when you have early team meetings, art makes you breakfast and sends you off with your favorite strawberry smoothies he makes. he helps you with meal prep every week, spending hours in domestic bliss with you in your on-campus apartment. when you're not studying together or sleeping together, you're at the gym together, art's hands hovering just by your hips to "help spot you" during deadlift squats.

on your media day, art helps you slick your natural hair up into a bun, aghast at how much edge control you insist on using. he also insists on teaching you to play tennis — you're vehemently against it at first, but you realize how much it actually improves your game. and you don't mind art cozying up behind you to "improve your backhand," even if it means you end up with your tennis skirt flipped over and the racket long forgotten. the same goes for art, except he just wants to curse you out after the first time you make him try uphill weighted sled sprints.

whatever you do, you do it together. you just get each other. and art knows he's found something special in you.

[mymindcreatedthis]

Don’t Pull Out 18+

Reader x Millie Bright

Warning: Smut, Teasing, Daddy kink, R doming Millie, Millie Receiving, clit teasing, Millie begging, rough sex, blow job, throat pie, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, Spanking, Hair pulling, squirting, Handjob, ab teasing, ab riding, positions: Doggy, Missionary, On Side, 3 legged dog

Word count: 7K

*Y/n's pov*

It was the 7th day of camp. I was the new girl/ rookie for England I've been super shy and quiet whenever Millie is around or In the room. She would always try to make small talk with me but I would always stutter while talking. I would always get nervous and embarrass myself.

Leah and the girls would always tease me and bust my balls about it. We are currently at weight lifting we were doing stretches. Millie was bending over in front of me, giving me a full view of her ass. I bite my lip as I check out her ass.

Fuck her ass looked amazing in those shorts. I could see the outline of her panties, Millie looks in the mirror and smirks when she sees me checking out her ass. She giggles and gives her ass a little shake.

"See something you like?" She asks teasing as she shakes her ass.

I blush darkly, I smile and shake my head. "S-Shut up." I stutter.

We finish stretching, I was lost in thought and thinking about being balls deep inside Millie's ass. I'm brought back to reality when I feel someone gently tap my shoulder.

I turn and see Millie, I blush and immediately get nervous. "H-Hey Mills." I say.

Millie smiles at my nick name for her. "Hey Y/n can you be my gym buddy?" Millie asks me.

I smile. "S-Sure, I can spot you and work out with you." I say.

We start working out, I stand above Millie and watch/ help guide the bar as she does her reps. Our pinkies touch and rub against each other as I hold the bar.

I bite my lip, my eyes roam her body. I get turned as I see her panties in her white shorts, her shorts were riding up a bit and I could see the slight outline of her folds. My eyes trail up to her and as her shirt rides up a bit revealing her sweaty toned abs.

God I would love to kiss and suck you n her abs and hear her moan my name. I help her rack the weight when she finishes her set and we swap.

*Millie's Pov*

I smile a bit as our pinkies touch and rub against each other. I blush as I see her eyes roam my body, I blush even more when my shirt rides up exposing my toned sweaty abs.

I bite my lip when I hear Y/n let out a small moan. I look up and bite my lip as I notice her bulge, her bulge was kinda in my face. Fuck she looked huge, I let out a quiet moan and squeeze my thighs together and get wet at the thought about her being balls deep inside me.

I finish my set and we swap. Y/n adds more weight, oh my god she was about to lift 275 lbs! I bite my lip and get even more wet. She lays down on the bench and grabs the bar and begins doing her set.

I bite my lip and squeeze my thighs together as her bulge was more visible now since she was laying down. I couldn't stop checking out and thinking about her being balls deep inside me.

I bite my lip as her shirt as her shirt rides up even more giving me a full view of her tatted toned sweaty abs made me even more wet.

Her tattoos were really sexy. She was covered in old school colored tattoos. "Y-You got a lot of tattoos." I say as I get soaking wet.

I admire her beautiful toned tatted body. Y/n chuckles a bit. "Yeah it's both a gift and a curse. It's a gift cause it cool art going on your body but it's a curse because after your first one you crave more." She says.

Y/n finishes her set and racks the weight. She sits up and takes off her shirt, and sets it off to the side. I bit my lip and check out her toned ripped back.

Fuck she was covered in tattoos like Alexia and Mapi maybe even had more than them. She even had leg sleeves, she had tattoos on her back, chest, abs, arm sleeves, on her hands and fingers.

Y/n smiles as me. "I like your ink as well." Y/n says.

She wipes the sweat off her face with her shirt. I smile and blush at her comment. "Thanks love."

Y/n smiles. "You're welcome."

After another 30 minutes of working out our session ends. We grab our things and leave the weight room and go up to our rooms. I strip out of my dirty sweaty clothes.

I turn on the shower and get in, I close my eyes and stand under the water and let the water soak my hair and body. I lower my hand and run my fingers through my folds.

I moan as I think about Y/n. I moan as I slip in a finger and slowly finger myself, I moan as I picture Y/n balls deep inside me.

"Mmm fuck." I moan as Y/n slips in her length deep inside me. I moan as I take her length deep inside me.

I moan and slip in a second finger and finger myself a bit faster.

I moan as all of her inches are inside me. I take a moment to adjust to her size. "M-Move." I moan.

I moan as Y/' slowly thrusts in and out of me. "Mmm f-fuck." Y/n cutely moans. She rests her head against mine as she continues to bottom out in my pussy. "Fuck baby, you're soaking wet." Y/n moans.

I moan, I curl my fingers and finger myself faster.

"Gah fuck." I moan as my walls clench around her as she continues to fuck me. I moan as her balls slap against my skin as our moans fill the room.

I moan and finger myself faster and roughly massage my tits.

"Mmm faster Y/n." I moan.

Y/n giggles and moans as she thrusts into me faster and harder. I gasp and moan loudly in pleasure as she hits my g spot. I moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum." I moan In pleasure.

I moan as Y/n cums inside me. I gasp and moan as her cum spurts inside me and paints my walls white.

I moan and cum all over my fingers. I clean off my hands, I get cleaned up and rinse off. I turn off the shower, I dry off and get dressed. I finish up in the bathroom and lay down in bed.

I turn on the tv, I set an alarm and end up falling asleep. My alarm goes off I turn it off and look at the time. 5:15 pm, we had dinner at 5:30 pm.

I get up and start getting ready. I brush my hair and teeth. I put my slides on, I grab my phone and key card and go down to the cafe. I sit at a table I mess around on my phone, 5:20 pm rolls around and the girls start coming in.

Y/n, Beth, Leah, Georgia and Rachel sit at the table with me. We get our food and make small talk as we eat our food.

I sit there quietly and eat my food and listen to the girls conversation. Y/n rubs my thigh with her thumb gently.

"Hey you okay baby?" She asks concerned.

I was shocked by the sudden confidence. She was always shy and quiet, I honestly kinda liked this side of her. "Yeah sorry just in my own world." I say chuckling a bit.

Y/n smiles and nods. "Okay." She smiles and keeps her hand on my thigh but didn't care. Y/n finishes her food, she grabs her phone, I notice that she was texting me. I grab my phone and check it, as it pings.

Y/n: Do you want to come back to mine with me after dinner and watch movies? I got a 24 pack of beer.

Me: Yeah, I'd like that.

Y/n: Cool, follow me after dinner back up to mine.

I look over at Y/n and smile, Y/n looks at me and smiles back. Y/n smiles back at me, we turn off our phones and continue eating our food. 10 more minutes go by, we finish eating and go back to Y/n's room.

Y/n unlocks the door and we go in. She closes the behind us and locks it. We put on a movie and crack open our first beer. We both laugh as she tells the story of how she fucked the new athletic trainer when she was playing in college.

"No you didn't, you're lying." I say.

Y/n laughs and downs more of her beer. "No it's true. It really happened."

"Did you guys ever get together afterwards?" I ask.

Y/n smiles and nods. "Yeah we were together for 3 years." Y/n says.

Y/n drinks more of her beer. I smile at her comment, she smiles and interlocks our fingers. I look at our hands and smile. We finish our first beer and crack open a 2nd one, I drink half my beer We cuddle and put on another movie.

*Y/n's Pov*

I cuddle with Millie as we watch the second movie. We continue watching the movie 6 beers in we both are a bit buzzed. Millie smiles and slips her hand under my shirt and teases my abs.

I bite my lip as she does this. "I saw you checking me out earlier. When are you gonna grow a pair of balls and make your move?" Millie asks teasing me.

I smirk, I reach over and tease her clit over her shorts and panties. Millie gasps and moans as I do this. "Mmm I'd bet you like that huh?" I ask her.

Millie smirks and straddles my lap. Millie moans as I tease her clit over her shorts and panties again. She moans and roughly massages her tits and slowly grinds against my bulge.

I moan as she grinds against bulge. I sit up, I wrap my arms around her and make out with her. Millie smiles against my lips and kisses back.

I moan in the kiss as she continues to grind against my bulge. I moan and get hard from the friction, I moan and blush as my boner pokes and rub against her ass.

Millie smirks and breaks the kiss. "Mmm you're really hard baby. I can feel you throbbing against my ass." She says.

I blush darkly at her comment. "S-Sorry." I stutter.

Millie smirks, she makes out with me. I smirk against her lips and kiss back, Millie slips off my shirt and bra and tosses them off to the side.

Millie lays me back on the bed, she slides her shorts and panties off and tosses them off to the side.

*Millie's Pov*

I slip off Y/n's shirt and bra and litter them on the ground around the bed. I take off my shorts and panties and toss them off to the side. I straddle Y/n's abs, Y/n bites her lip and places her hand on my hips.

"Mm you're soaking wet baby. I can feel your juices on my abs." She says.

I giggle, I place my hands on her tits steading myself. I bite my lip and Moan as I slowly grind against her abs. Y/n bites her lip and squeezes my ass. I moan as she does this, and grind against her abs a bit faster.

"Mmm fuck." I moan.

Y/n smirks. "You look so sexy grinding against my abs." Y/n says.

"Fuck, ugh I couldn't resist. I kept fantasizing about them when I first saw them." I moan.

I moan, I massage her tits roughly and grind against her abs faster. I moan and lock eyes with he as I continue to grind against her abs.

I moan in pleasure as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. The urge to cum was getting stronger, Y/n smirks as she sees my legs shake and buckle in pleasure. My stomach flexes.

"Someone need to cum?" Y/n asks teasing me.

"So fucking bad." I moan In pleasure.

I moan, I can't take it anymore and let go and cum all over her abs and squirt as well. Y/n giggles and bites her lip as I cum and squirt on her abs, some of my juices go on Y/n's tits.

I moan and slowly grind against Y/n's abs riding out my high. I moan and smirk as I come down from my high. "F-Fuck, that was amazing." I moan.

Y/n giggles She grabs my shirt and pulls me down and makes out with me. I smile against her lips and kiss back, I break the kiss and smirk as I get an idea. I turn and sit on her stomach/under boobs I grab her dick over her shorts and rub her bulge. Y/n moans in pleasure as I do this.

I hit my lip and slide her shorts and boxers down her legs and toss them off to the side. Her dick springs out once it's freed from its confinement.

"Fuck baby girl, you're huge." I say.

I spit on her dick, I wrap my hand around her dick and slowly stroke her dick.

*Y/n's Pov*

I blush darkly as Millie slides my shorts and boxers down my legs, my dick springs out once it's freed from its confinement.

"Fuck baby girl, you're huge." Millie says.

Millie leans down and spits on my dick and wraps her hand around my dick and slowly strokes my dick. I moan and place my hand on her ass and grip her ass. Millie moans and giggles and strokes my dick a bit faster.

"Mm fuck." I moan in pleasure as Millie continues to give me a hand job.

"Like that daddy? Me sitting on your abs and stroking your dick?" Millie Cutely questions.

"Mmm fuck, feels so fucking good." I moan in pleasure.

I moan as Millie plays with my balls and strokes my dick faster. I moan and grips the sheets as Millie continues to stroke my dick.

*Millie's pov*

I bite my lip as I get super wet, my juices coat Y/n's abs as I sit on them and continue to stroke her dick. I bite my lip and smirk as some of her precum leaks out. I can feel her throbbing she really needed a release.

I bite my lip as Y/n squeezes my ass, I bite my lip and moan and she spanks my ass. Y/n cutely moans and grips the bed sheets.

"Mmm fuck Millie baby, I'm close." Y/n moans in pleasure.

I smirk and continue to play with her balls as I stroke her dick faster. "F-Fuck, I'm gonna cum buckets if you keep doing that." Y/n moans in pleasure.

Fuck she was huge, I was fighting the urge to take her inside me and make her finish inside me. "Cum baby girl. Be a good girl and cum for me." I say.

I stroke Y/n's dick and play with her balls. Y/n moans loudly in pleasure. I smirk and giggle as cum spurts all over my fingers and hand and lands on Y/n's lap and Abs. Her cum lands on my thigh and some goes on the sheets.

"Woah look at that, fuck that was a sexy cum shot." I giggle and lick her cum off my fingers and wipe the rest of her cum off on my shorts. I giggle and get off her, Y/n lays there and moans as cum slowly oozes out of her dick as she comes down from her high.

*Y/n's pov*

I blush darkly as I come down from my high. I grab Millie's hips and flip us around, Millie giggles and squeals as I do this. I lay her on the bed and let between her legs on my stomach. I smirk, I come back up and kiss her, Millie smiles against my lips and kisses back.

I break the kiss, I kiss her neck. "Mm so beautiful." I say.

Millie giggles and moans as I kiss and suck on her neck leaving hickys. I kiss from her neck down to her chest, I kiss and suck on her boobs and leave hickys on her boobs.

Millie moans in pleasure as I do this. I kiss her boobs down to her toned stomach/ abs. I kiss and suck on her stomach and abs leaving a few hickys. Millie moans as I do this, I kiss from her stomach down to her stomach down to her shorts and stop at her shorts.

I look up at her silently asking for permission. Millie nods, I slide her shorts down her legs and toss them off to the side. I kiss abs suck in her inner thighs, Millie moans and runs her fingers through my hair.

I lick her folds. "Mmm fuck." Millie moans. I smirk, I slip in a finger and slowly finger get as I begin to eat her out.

"Fuck Y/n." Millie moans.

she massages her boobs and grinds against my finger and face as I continue to eat her out. I slip in a second finger and finger go a bit faster as I eat her out.

"Mmm fuck, right there. Right there." Millie moans.

Millie rests her legs on my shoulders and wraps her thighs around my head a bit as I continue to eat her out and finger her faster I feel her walls clench around fingers letting me know that she was close to cumming. Millie moans in pleasure and cutely grips the sheets.

*Millie's Pov*

I moan loudly in pleasure and grip the sheets as Y/n fingers me faster as she continues to eat me out. I moan as she rolls her tongue on my clit adding different amounts of pressure.

"Holy shit, Fuck daddy." I moan in pleasure.

Y/n sucks on my clit as she fingers me faster. I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach.

"Fuck....Y/n baby I'm gonna cum." I moan.

Y/n continues to suck on my clit and fingers me even faster than before. I can't take it anymore, I cum all over Y/n's fingers, face, and chin. Y/n helps me ride out my high.

Y/n smirks, she takes her fingers out of me. Y/n licks and sucks my juices off her fingers and wipes my juices off her face. Y/n comes back up and kisses me, I moan in the kiss as I taste myself on her lips.

"Mmm you taste amazing baby." Y/n says.

I smile and kiss her. "Fuck you really know how to eat a girl out." I mutter panting and trying to catch my breath.

"Breathe baby, catch your breath. We will continues once you get your breath back." Y/n smirks teasing my folds with her fingers.

I moan as she does this. "Y-Y/n don't t-tease." I moan.

Fuck Millie was super wet. I smirk and tease her folds as she tries to catch her breath. "Y-Y/n don't t-tease." Millie cutely moans.

I giggle. "Sorry baby."

Millie catches her breath and flips us around. She was on top now. "Your turn now, I wanna get a taste of that dick."

Millie kisses me deeply, I smile in the kiss and kiss her back. Millie breaks the kiss and kisses my neck. I moan as she kisses and sucks on my neck leaving a few hickys. I moan as she leaves some hickys on my neck.

I moan as she leaves hickys on my neck claiming me. Fuck I really wanted her to claim me and make me hers. Millie kisses my neck down to my chest.

Millie kisses and sucks in my chest and boobs leaving hickys. I moan in pleasure as she does this.

"Mmm fuck." I moan.

Millie kisses my chest down to my toned stomach and abs. She kisses and sucks on my abs leaving hickys, I moan in pleasure as she does this and run my fingers through her hair. Millie's hair was in a ponytail, I take the hair tie out of her hair and let her hair down.

"Mmm sexy." I say.

Millie giggles and kisses my bulge over my shorts, I moan as she does this, she playfully tugs at the waist band of my shorts silently asking for permission. I nod, Millie slides my shorts and boxers down my legs and tosses them off to the side.

My dick springs out once it's freed from its confinement. "Wow baby you're huge." Millie says measuring my dick with her forearm.

I blush darkly at her comment. "T-Thanks." I stutter a bit.

Millie licks her palm, she wraps her hand around my dick and slowly strokes my dick. I moan as she does this.

"Mm fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Millie giggles and strokes my dick a bit faster, I moan in pleasure once I'm hard Millie takes my dick in her mouth and slowly bobs her head.

"Mmm fuck." I moan.

Millie hums against my dick and bobs her head a bit faster as she starts playing with my balls. I moan in pleasure and run my fingers through her hair.

"Mmm shit." I moan.

The tip of my dick hits the back of her throat, I moan and hold her hair up in a pony tail as she continues to give me head.

"F-Fuck." I moan as she bobs her head faster. "Fuck Millie, just like that." I moan.

Millie sucks the soul out of my dick and bobs her head faster and massages my balls, I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming.

"Millie baby, I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

Millie continues to give me head, I moan as I feel my balls tighten.

Throat pie:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load in her mouth. Millie chokes and gags a bit as I cum in her mouth, Millie swallows my load and sucks me dry. Millie collects every last of my cum.

My dick falls from her mouth, Millie smiles and shows me a mouth full of cum. Some of my cum drips down her chin.

I smile and rub her chin. "Swallow my cum baby."

Millie smiles and swallows my cum. "Mmm daddy you taste good." Millie says.

I smirk as I get an idea, I pick up Millie and pin her against the wall. Millie smiles, she gets the idea. She wraps her leg around my back, I smirk. I rub my tip through her folds and slowly slide my dick inside her. Millie moans in pleasure as she takes my dick inside her tight wet pussy.

I smirk and kiss her, Millie pulls me a bit closer to her. We both moan in pleasure as this causes me to go a bit deeper inside her.

We both moan as I slowly thrust in and out of her. "Mmm fuck baby. You're so wet and warm." I moan in pleasure.

Millie giggles and moans. "F-Faster."

I nod and moan as I thrust into her faster and faster. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room.

"Fuck...Fuck....Fuck." Millie squeaks out with each thrust.

I moan and thrust into her harder and faster. I rest my head against hers and look deep into her eyes as I continue to fuck her cum filled pussy.

Millie’s mouth hangs open, I start to pound her g spot. Millie moans and screams in pleasure as I hit her g spot. "Ahhh I'm gonna squirt." Millie  moans in pleasure.

I smirk. I moan and continue to thrust in and out of her faster as I continue to pound her g spot. I reach down and tease and slap her clit. "Oh fuck." Millie shouts as she squirts like crazy all over my dick, my thigh, my abs and all over the ground.

I smirk and kiss her neck and gently slap her pussy, Millie moans and shudders as I do this. I smirk and moan in her ear, I wrap my arm around her waist and continue to thrust in and out of her even harder and faster than before.

"Mmm fuck it feels so good." Millie cries out in pleasure.

I moan in pleasure and keep going. I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming.

"Ahhh I'm close." I moan.

"Me too." Millie moans.

I moan in pleasure, my breathing gets heavier letting Millie know that I'm close to cumming.

"Yes cum in me. Cum in me." Millie  moans begging for my load as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

"M-Millie baby I'm gon-" I try to warn in her in time but I'm unable too.

Creampie #1:

I moan in pleasure and bust my load deep inside her. Millie moans and cums all over my dick, we both moan as I shoot ropes of cum deep inside her and paint her walls white. Some of my cum drips out and drips onto the floor.

"Mmm fuck there's so much cum." Millie moans in pleasure.

I moan and lean in and kiss her. I moan in the kiss I slowly thrust in and out of her as the last of my cum oozes inside her. I help her ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her.

Cum immediately pours out of her and onto the ground. Cum glazes her folds, coats her thighs, some of the cum drips onto my dick.

Millie smiles and kisses me deeply and lovingly. I smile against her lips and kiss back. Millie walk me back to the bed, my legs hit the bed and she pushes me back onto the bed. Millie joins me on the bed and lays on her side and spreads her legs a bit giving me access to her wet pussy.

Millie scoots her ass back against me and lifts her leg up a bit. I rub my tip through her folds and slowly slide my dick inside her. I moan as her walls immediately clench around me.

Millie moans as she takes my dick deep inside her. "Mmm so tight and wet." I moan in pleasure.

"Mm you're really deep in there." Millie moans.

*Millie’s pov*

I moan in pleasure as Y/n slowly thrusts in and out of me. Fuck she's really deep inside me. I can feel her throbbing inside me. She really needed a release.

I moan and rest my head against hers. I look down and watch her dick slowly slide in and out of me.

Fuck she was balls deep inside me, she was so sexy when her cute moans as she thrusts into me a bit faster than before.

I reach down and grip her ass as she thrusts into me faster and a bit harder. I moan loudly in pleasure.

"Fuck daddy you're really deep in me." I moan in pleasure.

"Yeah? You like that baby daddy balls deep inside you stretching you out?" She questions as she goes faster and faster.

"Mmm I love it." I moan in pleasure as her balls slap against my skin and our moans fill the room.

She was so sexy when she was a Dom. Fuck her being Dom made my legs wake and made me super wet. It was a major turn on.

I moan in pleasure my walls clench around her. It's only been 20 minutes and I was already about to cum.

"Mmm someone close?" Y/n asks seductively.

"Mmm I'm so close, I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby, cum for daddy." Y/n sexily whispers and nips my ear.

I moan as she kisses and sucks on my neck leaving hickys. I moan as  feel myself getting close to cumming.

"Mmm I'm gonna squirt." I moan.

I squirt all over her abs, her dick and all over the sheets. Y/n smirks and keeps going, she goes at an angle and starts to hit my g spot.

Y/n and I both moan in pleasure. My legs shake and buckle in pleasure. "Mm fuck, so tight." Y/n cutely moans In pleasure.

I wrap my arm around her, I look deep into her eyes as she continues to bottom out in my pussy.

I moan and kiss her deeply we both moan in the kiss. Fuck she has amazing dick game. Y/n moans as she thrusts into me faster and harder.

My tits bounce up and down as she continues to fuck me. Her balls slap against my skin as our moans fill the room. I feel her dick throbbing inside me she was super hard and needed a release.

I moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. I moan and grip the sheets. "Ugh fuck, Y/n baby I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

"Mmm me too baby." Y/n moans.

I feel her precum leak inside me letting me know that she was close to cumming and desperately needed a release.

My legs shake and buckle in pleasure as she continues to pound my g spot. I feel my walls clench around her dick.

"Need to cum baby?" Y/n asks as she moans in pleasure.

"So damn bad." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby." Y/n moans as she fucks my brains out.

I moan and squirt all over her abs and dick. Y/n moans in pleasure as she goes faster and harder. Y/n's breathing gets heavier letting me know that she was close to cumming.

"Yes, Yes cum in me." I moan in pleasure.

I smile and moan as I see pleasure on her face, her face cutely contorts as she is about to bust her load deep inside me.

"Mmm f-fuck." Y/n cutely moans in pleasure.

I giggle and moan. " cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy." I moan.

*Y/n's pov*

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. My breathing gets heavier letting her know that I'm close to cumming.

"Mmm fuck." I moan.

Millie giggles. "Cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy." Millie moans loudly in pleasure.

Creampie #2:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her pussy. Millie cums all over my dick, we both moan as I shoot ropes of thick cum deep inside her painting her walls white.

"Mmm fuck." Millie moans.

I slowly thrust in and out of her slowly pumping her full of cum.

I help Millie ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her. Thick cum glazed her folds as cum pours out of her, cum drips down her thigh and oozes onto the bed.

We both moan and laugh there Panting and trying to catch our breaths. "Fuck you can really make a girl cum." Millie pants out.

I giggle at her comment and kiss her. "Mmm so can you." I say.

Millie catches her breath. She moves to the middle of the bed and gets on all fours.

"Come on I'm not done yet. Come on daddy one more round." Millie says shaking her ass.

I bite my lip, and check out her ass as she shakes it. I smirk, I get up and get behind her.

I slap her ass, Millie moans and jumps as I slap her ass.

"Fuck daddy I love when you spank me." Millie moans.

She moans as I slap her ass again. I smirk and rub my dick through her cum filled pussy.

"Such a good slut." I moan as I slide my dick back inside her cum filled pussy.

We both moan, I place my hand on her hip. I grab her hair with my other hand I wrap her hair around my hand. I slowly thrust in and out of her as I pull her hair.

"Fuck....fuck....fuck." Millie squeaks out with each thrust.

"Like that baby? Daddy's dick deep inside you stretching you out?" I ask teasing her.

Millie moans and nods. "Fuck yes, I love your dick deep inside me stretching me out."

Millie moans and throws her ass back against me as I continue to fuck her cum filled pussy faster and faster as I pull her hair.

I pull her close to me. We both moan as this causes my dick to go a bit deeper inside her. Shit this is so good I'm balls deep inside her.

"Shit I don't think I'll last long babe. Ugh your grip is amazing." I moan loudly in pleasure.

Millie giggles and moans throwing her ass against me sliding back and forth on my dick faster helping me out.

"I guess I should help you out and make you cum deep inside me huh?" Millie moans.

I moan loudly as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. Fuck her pussy was tight and warm and felt like heaven.

"Mmm I'm close." I moan.

"Ugh shit....me too." Millie moans.

I moan loudly my balls slapping against her skin as our moans fill the room. I moan loudly in plans her walls clench around my dick.

Millie throws her ass back against me as she slides back and forth on my dick faster and faster. Fuck shes really gonna make me cum.

"Ahh Millie baby I'm close." I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer.

Millie moans and goes faster and harder. I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming.

Millie screams in pleasure and squirts again. Millie squirts all over my dick, and on the bed sheets.

"Baby, I'm really close." I moan.

I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls as Millie goes faster and faster.

Creampie #3:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Millie moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum deep inside her painting her walls white.

"Fuck I feel so full." Millie moans.

I smirk, I help Millie ride out her high. Once we both come down from our highs, I slowly pull out of her. Cum oozes out of her and glazes her folds and drips down her thighs and onto the bed.

I slap her ass again. Millie moans as I slap her ass, I lean down and kisses her ass.

I flip her around and lay her in Missionary, I smile and kiss her. Millie smiles and kisses back.

"Catch your breath love. Once you catch your breath we'll continue." I say.

Millie smiles and nods, she runs her fingers through my hair and smiles. We lay there smiling as we look into each other's eyes.

"You have beautiful green eyes baby." Millie says.

I smile. "Thank you baby. I love your eyes too." I smile and gently stroke her cheek. "I could look into your eyes for hours, they're so captivating." I say.

Millie smiles. "I could look into your eyes for hours too baby."

Millie smirks, she bites her lip and spreads her legs and lays in missionary. "I've been a good girl daddy. Think you owe me the rest of your cum."

I bite my lip, fuck that may have been the hottest thing I've heard. "You know the rule daddy. No pulling out." Millie says seductively.

I rub my dick through her folds. I slowly slide my dick inside her, we both moan as she takes my length back deep inside her cum filled pussy.

I moan as her walls immediately clench around me. "M-Move." Millie moans.

I rest my head against Millie's and look deep into her eyes as I slowly thrust in and out of her.

*Millie's pov*

I moan in pleasure as Y/n slowly thrusts in and out of me. Fuck she's really deep inside me, I can feel her massive dick throbbing inside me. She really needed a release, I moan and rest my head against hers.

I look down and watch her dick slowly slide in and out of me. Fuck she was balls deep inside me, she was so sexy her cute moans as she thrust into me a bit faster than before.

I moan, I reach down and grip her ass as she thrusts into me a bit faster than before. I moan loudly in pleasure.

"Mmm fuck you're really deep in there." I moan in pleasure.

"Yeah? You like that baby? Daddy balls deep inside you stretching out your walls?" She questions as she goes faster and faster.

"Mmm I love it." I moan in pleasure as her balls slap against my skin and our moans fill the room. Fuck she was so sexy when she is a Dom. Her being a Dom made my legs weak and made me super wet.

It was a major turn on. I moan in pleasure, my walls clench around her. It's only been 10 minutes and I was already about to cum.

"Mmm someone close?" Y/n asks seductively.

"Mmm I'm close baby, I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby. Cum for daddy." Y/n sexily whispers in my ear.

I moan and she kisses on my neck leaving hickys. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming.

"Mmm I'm gonna squirt." I moan.

I squirt all over her abs, her dick and all over her thighs and all over the sheets. Y/n smirks and keeps going. Y/n goes at an angle and starts to hit my G spot.

Y/n and I both moan in pleasure. I moan and wrap my legs around her waist and pull her closer to me and leg trap her so she can't pull out.

"Mmm fuck so tight." Y/n cutely moans out in pleasure.

I pull her down and wrap my arms and legs around her as she continues to thrust in and out of me faster and harder. I moan and kiss her, we both moan in the kiss. She breaks the kiss and places her face in the crook of my neck.

Fuck she has amazing dick game. Y/n moan and kisses my neck as she thrusts in and out of me harder and faster. Her balls slap against my skin as our moans fill the room.

I feel her dick throbbing inside me, she was super hard and really needed a release. I moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. I moan and grip the sheets.

"Y/n baby, I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

"Ugh me too baby." Y/n moans.

I feel her precum leak inside me letting me know that she was close to cumming and desperate needed a release. My legs shake in pleasure as she continues to pound my g spot.

I feel my walls clench around her dick. "Need to cum baby?" Y/n asks as she moans in pleasure.

"So damn bad." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby." Y/n moans as she fucks my brains out. I moan and squirt all over her abs and dick y/n moans in pleasure as she goes as fast and as hard as she can go.

Y/n's breathing gets heavier letting me know that she was close to cumming. "Yes, yes cum in me, I'm not letting you go until you cum in me." I moan in pleasure.

I was as I see pleasure on her face. Her face cutely contorts as she is about to bust her load deep inside me.

"Mmm f-fuck." Y/n cutely moans in pleasure.

I giggle. "Cum baby, cum in my pussy. Give me your thick warm load."

*Y/n's pov*

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. My breathing gets heavier letting her know that I was close to cumming.

"Yes, yes cum in me. I'm not letting you go until you cum in me." Millie moans in pleasure.

"Mmm fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Millie giggles. "Cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy." Millie moans loudly in pleasure.

Creampie #4:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside Millie. Millie moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of cum deep inside her and paint her walls white.

"Mmm fuck." Millie moans.

I rest my head against hers as I continue to slowly thrust in and out of her slowly pumping her full of cum. I help Millie ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her.

Thick cum oozes out of her and onto the bed. We both lay there panting and trying to catch our breaths. "Fuck you are amazing in bed." Millie pants out.

I giggle and kiss her. "Mmm so are you." I smile and look into her eyes. 

We smile, we kiss and cuddle. We lay there and cuddle and continue watching movies the rest of the night. Morning comes we brush our teeth, we get ready for the day, Millie borrows some of my clothes.

I smirk and grab her panties. “I’m keeping these.” I say and take a big whiff of them. Millie giggles, she blushes darkly and nods.

I toss her panties in my bag. We leave the room and get coffee and breakfast.

[scmg11]

HAILEE STEINFELD x READER - BODYGUARD (PART2)

PART 1

-

"You sure?" Hailee asked undure, wringing her hands as she switched her eyes from Y/N’s bandages to her eyes.

"I’m sure Hailee. You don’t need to keep feeling bad. I would have felt 10 times worse if this happened to you. So I’m glad it happened to me." Y/N admitted with honesty, trying with all her best to not think about what happened to her happening to Hailee.

"I know, but I still feel bad."

"Think about it this way, you patched me up. We’re even now."

"Okay, yeah, fine." Hailee smiled as she finally gave up in arguing with Y/N, but her smile dropped immediately when the bus swerved a bit and caused Hailee to loose her balance and crash into Y/N’s body, instinctively moving her hands to her front to stop her crash, only for them to come in contact with Y/N’s contracted abdomen, while Y/N’s right arm instinctively circled her waist to prevent her to fall.

"You okay?" Y/N asked in worry, only then noticing their faces got incredibly close.

"Y-yeah." Hailee cleared her throat when she felt her voice a little bit strained and hoarse, "thank you for saving me. Again."

"You’re welcome." Hailee had an hard time in trying to find the willpower to pull away from Y/N but she finally did when she realized her staring into Y/N’s eyes while her hand laid softly on her abdomen wasn’t exactly friendly nor professional.

"Did I hurt you?" Y/N smiled gently at Hailee’s thoughtfulness and shook her head softly, easing Hailee’s worries.

"No, don’t worry. Are you okay though?"

"Yeah, luckily you were with me." Hailee joked to try to calm her heartbeat down, fearing Y/N would hear it from her position and mustered a teasing smirk to tease Y/N too.

"Oh yeah, I’m becoming your hero!" Y/N cracked a joke too and made Hailee laugh heartily at her words, her chuckles warming Y/N’s heart and making her stomach do somersaults at that heavenly sound.

"Yeah! I will have to keep you, so you can stick around and save me whenever I need to be saved!" Hailee kept joking as she grinned mischievously at Y/N, watching her rolling her eyes good-naturedly.

"Oh yeah! That sounds amazing! Oh wait- that’s my job actually!" Y/N kept joking, liking this new dynamic between them.

"Okay, yeah, whatever." Hailee rolled her eyes teasingly before smiling at her widely and winking at her back when Y/N winked at her continuing their friendly banter.

"Y’know what-." Y/N went to counter Hailee back but a voice over them echoed around the tour bus’ living room.

"Excuse me, miss Y/L/N. We are 12 miles away from the concert venue. We still need to tidy up all the stuff from the concert in the other bus, we left in a hurry. We need to stop."

"Do not move. We will continue this conversation." Y/N warned Hailee jokingly with her index finger pointed at her when they both lowered their heads after lifting them up to the bus’ roof at the voice speaking through the speakers and locked their gazes.

"Yeah, it’s not that hard since we are in a bus." Hailee joked back as she watched Y/N walk past her and make her way towards the driver, swallowing loudly when her eyes casted down on Y/N’s ass, more visible now that the shirt wasn’t covering it almost entirely. Jeez, get a grip on yourself Hailee.

-

"Okay, that was the last one. We can set off again." Stephen, one of the sound technicians, announced after setting everything in place in the second tour bus.

"We have just 2 hours of driving before arriving to the designated hotel in Tampa."

"Okay great! I’m exhausted." Y/N announced with a small yawn, trying to stretch her arms above her head slowly and softly to prevent the cut to open more and risking it to bleed again.

"How do you feel?" Hailee asked with worry in her brown irises, eyeing Y/N’s now covered lower stomach before meeting Y/N’s eyes with her eyebrows furrowed.

"Much better." Y/N smiled gently down at Hailee and caressed her bandaged and covered by her t-shirt cut softly and slowly. "Still hurts and stings but luckily a lot better since you helped me in patching me up."

"That’s good!" Hailee admitted gently, before starting to fidget on her spot while playing with the rings on her fingers. "Do- do you wanna stay in my tour bus tonight? Y-your bandages need to be replaced and I-I can help you."

Y/N smiled softly at the singer shyly explaining her reason for her to want her to stay with her, but it made her stomach flip excitedly nonetheless. "Are you offering to help me again?" Y/N asked with a small teasing lilt in her tone, watching delighted as a small blush appeared on Hailee’s cheeks and smiled warmly down at her at her sweet and cute reaction.

"Y-yeah. It’s the least I can do. And I-I mean, I promised to start over, so we can get to know each other more."

"I would like that." Y/N answered earnestly, deciding to have some mercy on the singer now resembling a tomato as her blush intensified while talking and watched amused as the blush intensified some more somehow as Hailee nodded in understanding.

"G-great!"

"Hey, Y/N! You coming?!" Y/N smiled politely at the driver as he made his way into the bus before turning towards the source of the voice calling her.

"Sorry guys, but I’m staying with Hailee tonight." Y/N announced apologetically, smiling sheepishly at her new friends and hoping they will not tease her about her statement.

"Oh yeah?" Jasmine asked innocently, but the smile she sent Y/N was far from being innocent and held a dangerous and teasing kind of mischief Y/N was afraid to witness but luckily Mick stopped her before she could keep talking.

"How are you Hailee? It must have been intense."

"A bit yeah. But thankfully Y/N was there." Y/N met Hailee’s gaze and smiled softly at her, mirroring the singer’s own grin after she finished talking before meeting Jasmine’s eyes and warned her to not talk.

"Yeah, that’s right. And you will have her with you tonight. You will be super safe." Y/N wanted to strangle her friend right then and there at the exaggerated tone she used to say ‘super safe’ but talked herself out of it when she darted her eyes towards Hailee and noticed the girl looked unfazed by Jasmine’s words, not really sure if Hailee caught on Jasmine’s innuendo or she let it slide. Y/N was grateful nonetheless.

"Sorry to interrupt Miss Steinfeld but we need to move or we will be late for our moving schedule."

"Yeah yeah. Goodnight guys!" Hailee nodded before waving at Jasmine and Mick with a big smile.

"Goodnight Hailee! Goodnight Y/N!" Mick was the first to bid them a goodnight then Jasmine butted in.

"Night Y/N! Night Hailee! Sweet dreams to you both!"

Y/N sent a withering glare at Jasmine before putting a polite smile on and waved at her friends, "goodnight guys!"

-

"Ugh, you don’t even know how good it is when I finally take my makeup off!" Hailee admitted after settling unceremoniously on the couch Y/N was sat in and groaned in fatigue.

"Yeah, I bet. I wear light makeup everyday and I get so happy when I take it off. I can’t even start to imagine you with all your stage makeup. It feels awful."

"It’s not that bad wearing it during the show, but after finishing the show I just want to take my makeup off, wear a pair of sweats and a hoodie and just lay down on the couch." Hailee admitted as she readjusted her body so she could look into Y/N’s eyes properly.

"It seems like my favorite kind of day." Y/N admitted with a warm smile, "no makeup, comfort food and comfy clothes."

"Ugh! We are definitely doing this one of these nights!" Hailee announced as she closed her eyes just a moment to let the fatigue of the night leave her body as she relaxed on the couch.

"It would be great. I’ll be there."

"You kinda have to." Hailee trailed off and snorted when Y/N looked at her confused, "y’know, for your job."

"Oh! Yeah, I have to stay with you because of my job, but I like spending time with you." Y/N felt the need to clarify after noticing the little sad smile Hailee was wearing and felt ten times lighter when she watched that sad smile morph into a big, genuine, brighter-than-the-sun smile.

"I like spending time with you too." Y/N felt her stomach flip at Hailee’s admission and smiled gently down at her, holding her breath when she watched the singer lean down on the couch and lay her feet clad in a pair of soft, grey socks on her lap comfortably.

"Comfy?" Y/N asked sarcastically with a wide grin and watched as Hailee adjusted her upper body to be as comfortable as possible before nodding at Y/N with a satisfied grin.

"Yeah, I’m really comfy after a long concert night, while becoming a nurse to patch your ass up in the meantime."

"Yeah that’s true. But you wouldn’t have become a nurse to patch my ass up if your stupid ass listened to my instructions."

"I just wanted to say hi to my fans!" Y/N smiled softly as she shook her head at Hailee’s reasoning before nodding gently at her as she couldn’t counter back her statement.

"Alright, but next time, behind me, please. I got scared that bottle could’ve hit you." Y/N admitted in a strained voice, pushing away the images of the moment she saw the broken bottle move fast towards Hailee and tried to suppress the feeling of dread when she thought she couldn’t have made that far to protect Hailee. Luckily she did save her.

"Noted boss."

"Don’t call me that." Y/N countered back with a snort, making Hailee chuckle alongside her after a beat of silence, "it makes me sound old and boring."

"Well, you kinda are." Hailee teased as she bit on her bottom lip to prevent her smile to crack her serious façade, but the incredulous face Y/N regarded her with was making it a really difficult task to complete for Hailee.

"What?! We’re the same age Hailee!"

"I know, I was talking about the boring part." Hailee let her wide smile free and it rolled on her beautiful features like the sun peeking out of the clouds in a cloudy day. It was a mesmerizing sight. Y/N almost got struck by the beauty and the radiance of it, so much so she almost forgot to pretend to be mad at Hailee for teasing her about her being boring.

"Unbelievable."

"It is what it is." Y/N shook her head in disbelief at Hailee’s smirk and pushed her gently on the shoulder when she heard her chuckle under her breath.

"Y’know what? I think I’m gonna go in my bus. I’m not welcomed here since I’m being mocked right now." Y/N countered back as she made the move to sit up just to tease Hailee back, a small smile almost twitching her lips up softly, but she didn’t relent.

"No! No, c’mon!" Hailee grabbed Y/N’s forearm and tugged her down gently, but when she didn’t budge one bit and continued to sit up from the couch, she yanked on Y/N’s forearm hard and pushed her back down on the couch, this time making her sit a bit closer to her from the harshness of her yanking on Y/N’s arm.

"Take that back."

"What?"

"You know what." Y/N lifted her left eyebrow in challenge when Hailee kept staring at her with clearly fake innocence, the small twitching of her lips giving her away immediately.

"I seriously don’t know what you’re talking about."

"I know for sure you do know. C’mon, I’m not boring!"

"Hm, we don’t know each other that much and we hardly hang out, so I am just relying on the small informations I gathered until now."

"Okay then, let’s get to know each other and you will see who’s the boring one."

-

"Please!"

"No."

"But- why not?" Y/N didn’t break her staring contest with Hailee, who pouted at Y/N as her eyes gleamed under her hotel bedroom’s lights.

"Because you can’t. I have clear instructions. No visiting fans detour during the event."

"But we’re friends! Friends help each other! You can bend some rules for me!"

"Hailee, those rules exist just for you and because of you!" Y/N countered back with incredulous wide eyes and an amused smile as she gazed at Hailee in entertainment, who pouted cutely at her.

"It’s not fair!" Y/N found extremely endearing Hailee stomping her right foot on the ground as she crossed her arms under her chest and deepened her pout at Y/N, but she didn’t mention it. "Why can’t I go to them to just say hi?"

"Because you are presenting a category. Around the end of the show. So you need to stay there until you need to go up the stage." Y/N explained patiently before lifting a curious eyebrow and directing it at Hailee, "I thought you were the star and I was the bodyguard. You should know these things. Not the way around."

"I know! But they had been waiting for so long. Just a couple of pictures. Please!" Y/N had to literally fight against herself from squishing Hailee’s cheeks when she batted her eyelashes at her with puppy dog eyes and the cutest pout she had ever seen to try to make her cave in her request, but she had to be strong.

"I’m sorry Hailee. No bending rules."

"Pretty please! You will be with me the whole time! You can even glue yourself on my back. Just please. I tweeted I would say hi to them!" Hailee quickly grabbed her phone and showed her previous tweet to Y/N, the tweet now having thousand and thousands of likes and retweets, not to mention the comments section full of fans freaking out over Hailee’s tweet.

Y/N sighed out loud and watched as a big smile overtook Hailee’s features as she realized she caved in her request. "Fine. But only for 5 minutes!"

Hailee squealed loudly before launching herself into Y/N’s arms and hugged her tightly, making Y/N’s stomach flip over itself at the sweet gesture as she reciprocated the hug just as enthusiastically, Hailee’s joy being contagious. "Deal!"

-

"Hailee! No! Hailee! Come here!" Y/N tried desperately to whisper yell at Hailee when she couldn’t grab her arm after the stretched her own arm over to stop her when she noticed the singer started to walk away from their designated spot in line to the Vanity Fair Oscar Afterparty.

"Relax. I’m gonna just take a walk around while you wait in line." Hailee announced as she turned around to inform Y/N still waiting in line, watching her with a mix of panic and anger, but she just smiled sweetly at her and winked playfully.

"Are you out of your mind?! Come here!"

"I will be back in a minute, relax."

"No! Hailee!" Y/N whisper-yelled again before sighing out loud dejectedly when Hailee turned around and walked away.

"Y/N! What are you doing here?!" Y/N turned around at the familiar voice and smiled widely in excitement when she got met with a pair of just as much excited brown eyes.

"Z! What a surprise!" The two girls exchanged a big hug before the brown haired girl excused herself to the other people in line and waited in line with Y/N.

"It’s a surprise finding you here. I thought us celebs were too much of a pain in the ass to work with." Y/N rolled her eyes good-naturedly at the words and pushed Zendaya gently on her left shoulder playfully.

"I didn’t say a pain in the ass."

"Oh no you did. I remember it vividly."

"Okay then, when did I say it?" Y/N countered back with a challenging but amused eyebrow arched up and smirked at her friend mischievously.

"MTV Awards. Two years ago. You said it when we were in line to get into the venue. I was right behind you and you commented ‘celebs are a fucking pain in the ass’-." Zendaya made quotation marks before continuing, "before adding I wasn’t in the list of those, and I quote, ‘annoying assholes’ and-."

"OKAY! I remember it. Thank you." Y/N stopped Zendaya after she made quotation marks two times in a row to tease Y/N some more and laughed heartily as she leaned over her friend for some stability before smirking knowingly at her as she calmed down from her chuckles.

"What made you change your mind?"

As if on cue, Hailee appeared out of nowhere and stopped right beside Zendaya, "oh my God Z!"

"Haiz! Hi!" Y/N watched silently as the two girls hugged tightly with big smiles that enlightened the whole room.

"What are you doing still here? I thought you were already inside!" Hailee asked after she pulled away from the hug, settling beside Y/N and right in front of Zendaya.

"Unfortunately not. I got here just around 5 minutes ago." Zendaya answered with a dramatic sigh before looking at Hailee curiously, "what about you?"

"Oh we got here around 20 minutes ago." Hailee answered with a soft and gentle voice, sweeping her eyes around the room for a few moments before settling her brown irises back on Zendaya.

"Oh, who did you come with?"

"Me actually." Y/N butted in with a wide smile, puffing her chest proudly jokingly before relaxing her pose.

"Oh so she’s the pain in the ass you have to watch over, uh?" Y/N widened her eyes and dropped her smile at Zendaya’s question and chanced a look at Hailee to gauge her reaction, finding her with her mouth wide open and annoyance clear on her face, probably at the fact that Zendaya pointed her thumb at Hailee and smirked knowingly at Y/N.

"Excuse me?!"

"No! Not like that Hailee!" Y/N was quick to clarify before sending Zendaya a withering glare.

"No?" Hailee asked indignantly, her nostrils flared and her eyes filled with rage at the words directed at her.

"No! It was a joke when I was body guarding another celeb that wasn’t listening to me at all. I said celebs are a pain in the ass to work with and Zendaya heard it. I never said it about you."

"Well when you said ‘celebs’, you meant it about me too y’know."

"Well I never met you. You are not like those celebs that act like you are their personal servant." Y/N tried to argue to make Hailee believe she wasn’t talking about her back then, but Hailee kept her annoyed frown on.

"You are just trying to save your ass now."

"No, I’m not. I swe-."

"Next please!"

"Haiz, let me-." Y/N tried to talk again but Hailee lifted her hand up with a stoic face on.

"Save it." With just these hard, quick words, Hailee dropped her hand and walked towards the entrance, not even glancing at Zendaya to say ‘goodbye’ to her.

"I’m so sorry Y/N! I meant it as a joke!" Zendaya grimaced in apology at Y/N, who just sighed out loud as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Don’t worry. Perhaps you could’ve shut the fuck up." Y/N spoke up with a little bit of an angry, strained voice and run away from Zendaya to follow Hailee into the venue, smiling at the guards controlling everyone before letting everyone in, thanking them when they told her she was ‘good to go’ and looked around the venue in search of Hailee, sweeping her eyes over the sea of people talking animatedly with each other over the soft but nonetheless loud music blasting out from the speakers above her head, locating the brunette not too far away from her, just a few feet ahead walking towards the bathroom. "Haiz!"

Y/N ran after Hailee when she didn’t turn around when she called her name, cursing under her breath at the singer hearing her perfectly but she was too much pissed off with her bodyguard and with Zendaya’s words echoing around her mind to care about turning around when Y/N called her name. "Hailee! Hey!" Hailee turned her head towards the source of the familiar voice and waved at the blonde and at the brunette smiling affectionately at them, mirroring their grin with a loving one of her own.

"Hey Tay! Hey Sel! I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick and I’ll join you guys!"

"Okay! We will be here!" Selena replied and nodded at her before refocusing her attention on whatever their conversation’s subject was about.

"Hailee! Please!" Y/N called once again as she tried to catch up with Hailee, who started speed-walking towards the bathroom as soon as she heard Y/N’s feet echo approaching her. "Hailee! C’mon!"

"Save it Y/N." Hailee turned around to face Y/N, who joined her in the bathroom a moment after she entered.

"Hailee please. Let me explain!"

"There is nothing to explain. You were pretty clear."

"Haiz. Please." Y/N tried again with a pleading tone, stopping right in front of the door to prevent Hailee to leave the bathroom and their needed conversation. "Let me explain. It’s not how it sounded like."

"I think it was. I am a pain in your ass. You can leave for all I care."

"Okay. If you want me to do that, I will. I can’t force you to have me here. But first, let me explain. But you have to listen. If you will still want me to leave, I will. But please, listen to me first."

"Okay, fine." Hailee sighed out loud, relenting to Y/N’s pleas, not really resisting her cute pout even if she was mad at her.

"Okay, great. First thing first, I’ve never thought you were a pain in the ass. Not even when you acted like a bitch the first few weeks." Y/N started but Hailee was quick to interrupt.

"What?" Hailee interrupted with a loud screech as she looked at Y/N stunned, not believing she really said those words. "I was not being a bitch." Hailee scoffed and crossed her arms indignantly and leveled Y/N with a challenging look.

"You kinda were Haiz. You never looked me in the eyes the first week. And for about the first 3 weeks you almost never talked to me, only if it was strictly necessary. Oh and you never listened to me. You always ran away from me purposefully, while I was just doing my job to protect you."

"Okay, I may admit I was mad at you for being my bodyguard, but I changed!"

"And I’m so glad you did, but only me getting hurt made you change. I wonder if that never happened if you were still being a bitch to me right now." Y/N wondered with a small smile and watched as a shy one appeared on Hailee’s features too, breaking up her deep, annoyed frown.

"I wouldn’t. We were already becoming friends." Hailee reassured Y/N with a soft smile, the Y/H/C girl doing the same. A few beats passed before Hailee spoke up again, "why did Zendaya say those words?" Hailee asked in an insecure voice, making Y/N’s heart swell into her chest as an urge to hug her became almost unbearable, but she stayed put. She needed to explain everything to Hailee.

"Because she witnessed what happened 2 years ago when I was body guarding a client during the MTV Awards. He just ran away from the line we were in to walk around the venue-." Hailee visibly swallowed at the similarities to the story Y/N was retelling to what she did not even half an hour ago, but stayed in silence and listened to Y/N carefully. "He was nowhere to be seen but then I heard a security guard communicating through the radio that he got caught fingering a fan in a ‘semi-deserted’ hallway of the venue. Needless to say I got fired that night and it almost costed me my great reputation as a bodyguard if it wasn’t for my best friend that owes the body guarding agency and for the clients I body guarded previously that defended me against that asshole. I owe them a lot."

"What?!" Hailee asked incredulously as her eyes widened comically, "are you fucking serious?"

"Yeah."

"Oh Y/N, I’m so sorry!" Y/N shook her head at Hailee’s apology and caressed her right shoulder with her left hand.

"You don’t need to apologize. It’s fine."

"But it’s not Y/N! He was a total asshole."

"And he got away with that. Do you want to know why I almost lost my job?" Hailee nodded gently at Y/N’s frustrated and angry tone, deciding on not interrupting her with a verbal answer and letting her continue almost right away, "he said to every interviewer that I was the one suggesting him on fingering that girl. He would’ve been kicked out of the event, so he lied about what he truly wanted to do. I was lucky enough every other celeb I body guarded stoop up for me when security wanted to kick me out. They kicked him out instead."

"Oh wait! I remember reading about something like that. I couldn’t attend that MTV Award because I was away shooting a movie."

"So yeah, that’s why I said that. Because I was pissed at him when he walked away, still not knowing what he would’ve done."

"Now I got it. I’m so sorry for overreacting." Y/N shook her head at Hailee’s apology and walked a bit closer to her.

"You don’t need to apologize Hailee. You had every right to be upset about how Zendaya put those words. You didn’t know the meaning behind it."

"Yeah. Z made it sound like you said that about me." Hailee joked before a small frown settled onto her features as insecurity flitted into her brown irises, "you didn’t, right?" Hailee asked in a small, shy tone and immediately skidded her eyes from Y/N’s intense stare to her hands, wringing them nervously while her heart beat loudly into her ears in anticipation.

"Of course not!" Y/N was quick to answer, maybe too quick, but she couldn’t help it. She felt the urge to let Hailee know she wasn’t a pain in the ass. Quite the contrary in fact. "Haiz you are one of the best celebrity I had work for."

"But I treated you like shit the first month or so."

"You had your reasons and I understood that. I’m not mad."

"No one should be excused for that shitty behavior Y/N/N." Y/N shook her head and went to take Hailee’s hand but changed her mind at the last second and placed her hand on her left bicep instead, not noticing the goosebumps she elicited from their skin-to-skin contact.

"You had your reasons Haiz. You are excused." Y/N repeated more firmly this time, using a tone that told Hailee there was no more room for arguing. "I never thought you were being a brat purposefully. You thought you didn’t need a bodyguard and acted like the independent woman that you are."

"Stop, you’re making me sound like I did nothing wrong."

"You didn’t?"

"Yeah, I did. I treated you like shit and you didn’t deserve it." Hailee replied with resolution, holding her head high with a fierce glint burning behind her brown eyes.

"Stop, okay? It’s in the past now." Y/N squeezed Hailee’s bicep gently and smiled softly at her with a small nod. "We are on the same page now."

"Yeah."

"You are still not listening to me when I tell you ‘to not move’ but overall we’re good now."

"I wanted to look around for my fans!"

"You could’ve waited with me in line and then, after getting our passes, we could’ve gone in search of your fans together!" Y/N explained with a fake exasperated voice that made Hailee laugh.

"Good point. Next time I will listen to you!"

-

"And here we are with the beautiful Hailee Steinfeld. How are you darling?"

"I’m good. How about you Paul?"

"Oh I’m doing great now that I have you with me!" The interviewer answered with a mischievous smile before winking at Hailee, then at the camera before chuckling under his breath.

"Oh Paul, you’re too nice!"

"So, tell me about your tour!"

"It’s going great! I am so so thankful for going around the States to perform to the best audience any singer could ask for, my fans." Y/N watched from afar as Hailee’s eyes shined with passion and affection as she talked about her fans and smiled softly, almost imperceptibly, at the singer’s endearing bond she had with her fans.

"Oh I bet. I would be excited too to see you on stage. I heard that there are a lot of interesting choreographies during the show." There it is. That annoying, disgusting smirk that made Y/N wanting nothing more than going there and punching that douchebag in the face. He was clearly flirting with Hailee. To Y/N’s mind it was still difficult to understand how a man being around 50 years or older could try to hit on a 26 years old girl. It was disgusting.

"Yeah. Michelle was a great addiction to my tour this year! She came up with all the choreographies. She is amazing!"

Y/N didn’t know if Hailee didn’t catch up with the flirting yet or if she was plainly avoiding it and talking about something else. Anyway, it was something that made Y/N proud of Hailee’s laid back composure. "Yeah yeah, are you excited for tonight?"

-

"He was such a pig. I swear if it wasn’t for Florence passing by and coming to hug me to say hi, he would’ve put his hands on my ass. I was ready to break them off his arms." Hailee commented with Y/N what happened a few hours prior as they were making their way outside towards their tour busses around 3 a.m., both tired from the busy night.

"I noticed. He tried to flirt with you during all your interview with him." Y/N made a disgusted face and reveled in the cute laugh leaving Hailee’s mouth.

"I ask myself why people like him still works."

"Because their bosses are just like them." Y/N pointed out with an annoyed face on and Hailee could only nod in agreement.

"Ugh, it makes me so mad!" Y/N watched as Hailee’s face furrowed in anger as she looked towards the direction of the approaching tour bus. "I don’t want to think about all those girls they 100% harassed. They surely groped them or something like that."

"I don’t want to think about it neither." Y/N shivered alongside Hailee as they approached her tour bus.

"Don’t worry about your every night check and inspection of the tour bus. It’s already late and we have to wake up early tomorrow. You had a pretty tiring night already."

"You sure? I should do a quick check." Y/N replied insecurely as she scratched the back of her head and looked pensively at the tour bus’ door.

"I’m sure. Go to sleep, Y/N/N."

"Okay, fine. You won." Y/N relented and tried to ignore the strange tingle she felt in her stomach at the million dollar smile Hailee sent her.

"Goodnight Y/N/N."

"Goodnight Haiz."

Y/N waited for Hailee until she entered the tour bus and closed its door before walking towards her own bus and entering it. "Hello Miss Steinfeld."

"Oh shit! What the- what the fuck are you doing here?!"

"Oh nothing, I just wanted to continue where we were unfortunately suddenly interrupted." Hailee swallowed imperceptibly and cursed herself for not letting Y/N in and check the tour bus. She didn’t know how Paul got into the bus, but she was going to kick him out quickly. Fortunately they didn’t start moving yet. "Don’t even trying to run away Miss Steinfeld. C’mon, now sit."

"Let me just go take off these heels. I’ll be right back." Hailee had to walk past him to go to her bedroom, but she made sure to walk by him as far as she could to prevent him to touch her unexpectedly and as soon as she was out of his sight, she grabbed her phone she was thankfully hiding in her dress and sent a quick text to Y/N, not really testing her chances by calling her. He could hear her voice and she doesn’t want to know what he would do if he ever heard her calling for help. She shivered in dread as she hit send, before getting rid of her heels, placing her phone back securely in her dress and walking back in the living room area. As she approached the interviewer she prayed for Y/N to have her phone in her hands and to come to her rescue soon.

"What the- fuck I need to go!" Y/N interrupted their conversation with the driver of Hailee’s bus and run towards Hailee’s bus quickly.

From Haiz 💕❤️: Paul is here. Help me. Use the back door. It’s open.

"So, Miss Steinfeld, I noticed you being all over me tonight. You had no right to look at me that way in public. It made me so hard." Y/N as quietly as she could opened the back door and walked furtively into the bus, walking on her tiptoes to not make a sound. She made a gagging face at the disgusting phrase she heard and as quietly as she could sneaked her head over the door that led into the living room area. She let out a sigh of relief when she noticed that pig had his back towards her, but her blood boiled over when she watched his hand traveling dangerously fast up Hailee’s exposed leg, "and this amazing dress! Do you want to see what seeing you in this dress makes me feel like?"

Y/N met Hailee’s worried and terrified eyes for just a second before nodding and tiptoeing towards that asshole and right before he could slip his hands between Hailee’s frozen legs, Y/N circled her arm around Paul’s neck, gripping tightly and pulling him up and off the chair, effectively pulling him away from Hailee, who breathed out in relief and moved as far away from him on the couch. "I don’t think so asshole."

"You- bitch!" Hailee breathed in and out deeply a few times before finally finding enough force to stand up, her legs still wobbly from the fear that pumped hard in her veins, and took her phone to call the police.

"Ah-ha. I would shut the fuck up if I were you. The more you talk, the more I will tighten my grip. And trust me, you don’t want to test me."

"Okay, police should be here in a minute." Hailee approached Y/N and immediately placed her hand on Y/N contracted back for some comfort, her body shaking a bit from everything that she went through the past 10 minutes. "They were at the awards."

"Are you okay?"

Hailee shook her head at Y/N to silently tell her ‘not now’ and Y/N nodded gently at her with a wistful smile. They heard a knock on the tour bus’ door right about a minute later. "They’re here."

"C’mon piece of trash, they came to pick you up." Y/N pulled Paul back with her tight grip once more before grabbing his left wrist and twisting his arm behind his back, eliciting a painful yelp from the blond man, then pushing his arm more behind his back and reveling in his sounds of pain as she pushed him towards the door Hailee just opened.

"He is right there. My bodyguard blocked him."

"Thank you Miss. We’ll take him from here. I just need to take both of your statements and we will go."

Everything went by with a blur for Hailee as they spoke to the police officers before they put Paul in their car and drove away. "Are you okay, Haiz?"

"I-I-." Hailee stammered her words before her eyes welled up with unshed tears and threw herself in Y/N’s arms, hugging her tightly. "Oh Y/N/N."

"Shh, Haiz. It’s okay. I’m here. You are okay. I’m here with you."

"I-I- t-thank you Y/N/N."

"You don’t need to thank me Haiz. I would’ve come to your rescue regardless of me being your bodyguard or not. I am your friend. I care about you."

"I-I don’t-." Y/N shook her head and shushed Hailee gently as she caressed her back tenderly.

"You don’t need to talk now Haiz." Y/N hugged Hailee closer as she nuzzled her face in her neck.

"Thank you." Y/N felt her stomach clench and her heart break when she heard Hailee’s strained voice as she whispered her broken words.

"You need to stop Haiz. Stop thanking me. Stop talking. Just- let me hold you and make you feel better."

"You are a-amazing." Hailee laid a small peck on Y/N’s left collarbone that got exposed from the collar of her shirt and Y/N had to restrain the goosebumps that were ready to form.

"I try." Y/N tried to joke to lift up Hailee’s spirits just a bit and got rewarded with a small giggle that warmed Y/N’s heart. "You’re laughing. It’s a good sign."

"You make me laugh. You make me smile." Hailee admitted earnestly a few beats later as she stared into Y/N’s eyes intensely.

"So I’m like a clown to you?" Y/N joked again, pulling another adorable giggle from Hailee’s throat, a big smile stretched over her beautiful lips.

"Aren’t we all in life?" Hailee countered back with a witty, funny remark and both girls bursted out in a loud laugh.

"Well your fans for sure. I see a lot of tweets about them calling themselves clowns."

"Ha-ha. Very funny bringing this up Y/N/N." Y/N snickered at Hailee’s fake annoyance and watched as she rolled her eyes at her reaction.

"Oh c’mon. They are cute when they do that. You tend to be a clown yourself." Y/N joked some more and Hailee gasped in indignation at Y/N’s statement.

"Okay, y’know what? You suck!"

"Oh no, I take that back. Come here!" Hailee squealed when, after freeing herself from Y/N’s grasp, Y/N circled her waist with her arms, hugged her tightly and pulled her back into her body.

"Y/N/N!" Hailee giggled at Y/N’s goofiness and both felt their stomaches flip over themselves at their banter.

"Here. Better. Much, much better."

"Thank you." Y/N looked at Hailee confused as she furrowed her brows when the girl spoke up after a few seconds of silence, pulling away from the hug but still standing close to Y/N for comfort.

"For what?"

"For making me laugh. I needed it."

"You don’t need to thank me." Y/N spoke up right after, smiling softly at Hailee. "It’s my pleasure, truly."

"Do I make you laugh just as much too?" Hailee asked insecurely as she played with a thumbnail standing up on her thumb, avoiding Y/N’s intense gaze as she tried to lock her Y/E/C irises with Hailee’s brown eyes.

"Of course. You are so funny Haiz!"

"You’re not just saying that because I’m literally your boss, right?"

"Of course! I am payed to say you are funny!" Y/N joked and made Hailee roll her eyes in fake annoyance.

"Ha ha ha. Very funny."

"I know, right?" Y/N pushed her Y/H/C hair over her left shoulder in fake superiority before smiling widely at Hailee, who was looking at her unimpressed.

"Unbelievable."

"Jokes aside, you are funny Haiz. You also have a witty sense of humor, which is rare nowadays." Hailee smiled widely at Y/N and without even thinking leaned over to hug her.

"Thank you Y/N/N." Hailee felt her stomach flip enthusiastically when Y/N reciprocated the hug with just as much eagerness before pulling away to not prolong the hug over what is considered friendly. "What?" Hailee asked curiously when she looked at Y/N and found her smiling widely.

"You called me by my nickname. It’s strange, cute." Y/N stated with a dopey smile and a dreamy tone on and Hailee smiled shyly at her.

"Yeah, I like it. Don’t you like me calling you with your nickname?"

"Of course! I love it!"

"You call me Haiz most of the time by now. I feel like calling you with your full name is too formal. I consider you a friend now more than a bodyguard. Especially after what you did for me tonight. I will never forget it and I will be forever grateful for it. I will forever be in debt with you."

"Oh please. You don’t owe me nothing back. I did it because I care for you and I wanted that asshole far, far away from you."

"He luckily got arrested."

"Yeah. But I would’ve wanted to send him in with a black eye." Y/N admitted through gritted teeth and fists clenched, staring behind Hailee’s left shoulder in space as anger boiled over.

"I would’ve paid to see that, but I am afraid you would’ve been arrested too. And I want you here with me, not in prison."

"But I would look hot in a prison suit." Hailee took a moment to let the image of Y/N wearing a dark blue prison suit unfold in her mind. Dark combat boots, only the bottom half of the suit on as she tied the arms of the top half around her waist, and a white, extremely tight top on that displayed deliciously her perfect arms with her well-defined biceps and triceps and a slight patch of her amazing, contracted abs showing just slightly from where her top rode up a little bit.

"Yeah." Hailee widened her eyes when she noticed she inadvertently answered out loud and hoped for the floor to swallow her whole as Y/N stared at her with a mischievous smile on her distracting lips.

"Oh really?"

"I-I mean-."

"Don’t worry. If it makes you feel any better, you would look hot too in a prison suit. Super hot."

"Really?" Hailee asked shyly and her blush exploded on her cheeks when Y/N nodded with a suggestive wiggling of her eyebrows and a lewd look in her Y/E/C eyes.

"Oh yeah."

-

After that banter, the charged air surrounding them kept charging day after day, making both of them question everything. "No Haiz. End of discussion."

"But- no one is gonna notice I left. I promise."

"No. Your manager texted me to ask me to make you go to the event and stay there through all of it."

"Ugh, that’s not fair." Hailee sighed as she typed away on her phone, hearing then Y/N do the same as she approached her in the middle of her tour bus living room.

"What are you doing?"

"Teaming up with someone to escape that boring event." Hailee replied absentmindedly as she typed away fast, making Y/N sigh out loud again.

"Haiz no. Give me the phone."

"No."

"Haiz, I’m serious."

"Nope."

"Okay. Desperate times call for desperate measures." Y/N then, without properly thinking about her actions, grabbed Hailee’s phone quickly and tried to shield it out of Hailee’s grasp, who obviously tried to take it back.

"Y/N!" Just when Hailee almost grabbed her phone from Y/N’s hands, Y/N did something that she only thought properly after she had done it. She slipped her phone in her pants, placing it right in front of her clothed crotch. "Y/N. You. Didn’t."

"Oh I did. Now you have my attention."

"You could’ve just asked for it, you know?"

"Where would the fun be then?" Y/N asked mischievously as she wiggled her eyebrows evilly.

"Ugh."

"Now, you have my attention." Y/N stated smugly as she eyed Hailee moving her eyes from her phone in Y/N’s pants to her face.

"All of this just because I was using my phone while you were talking to me?"

"No because you weren’t listening to me. You don’t want to go to the event. I was told you need to. But-." Y/N trailed off to lift a hand up to stop Hailee from arguing and silently ask her to let her speak first, "we could reach an agreement."

"What type of agreement?"

"You need to go to this event. But we can leave around 10 minutes in the event. How does that sound?"

"Y/N/N I didn’t peg you as a rule breaker!" Hailee smiled widely as her eyes glinted with happiness, looking at Y/N gratefully.

"Well sometimes I need to do what you ask so you can think you are in charge here." Y/N teased Hailee with a mischievous smirk on her lips and reveled in the singer opening her mouth in an ‘O’ shape as she gawked at her in disbelief.

"Ah! Take that back! I’m always in charge here. I’m your boss!"

"Yeah, I don’t think so."

"I am!" Hailee stressed her words out as her eyes widened comically at Y/N, who looked at her unimpressed. "I am!"

Y/N smirked at the whining tone Hailee used to repeat her words before shaking her head to keep teasing her for just a little bit more, "nope, I think you are not."

"Y/N/N!" Hailee whined again as she pushed on Y/N’s shoulder, making her stumble a bit as she chuckled amusedly.

"Okay fine, you are my boss. But only half of the time. Most of the time you do what I ask, which you do not and it’s stressful."

"Because I want to have fun!"

"I know but there are some rules you need to follow, especially when you have a bodyguard." Y/N countered back with the same amount of entertainment in her voice as Hailee as they had their usual banter. "Like listen to your bodyguard once in a while."

"I listen to you all the time!"

"3 minutes ago I had to take your phone from you because you weren’t listening to me!"

"I was texting my friend!"

"I was talking to you about a serious topic!" Y/N countered back in fake exasperation, moving her hands around frantically to add a more dramatic effect to Hailee’s and hers banter.

"I was texting my friend about a serious thing too!"

"Yeah, okay." Y/N rolled her eyes with a fond smile and Hailee did the same.

"It’s true! I was just texting her about our plans tonight." Hailee declared with an insecure voice as she looked down at her fingers as she picked at a thumbnail to avoid Y/N’s curious gaze.

"Haiz, you have the event tonight."

"I know! But you said I can’t go, right?!"

"No wait, I said you need to go. 10 minutes and we can go then." Y/N explained again as she shook her head softly at Hailee’s attempts to not go to the event she needed to go to at all.

"Ugh, okay fine! You won."

"Do not try to confuse me, because it won’t work." Y/N smirked triumphantly as she nodded down at Hailee, who sighed defeated.

"Ugh, I know!"

"C’mon. Only 10 minutes. You need to resist only 10 minutes."

Hailee bit on her bottom lip as she thought over her chances, "5 minutes?"

"No. 10 minutes." Y/N crossed her arms and stared at Hailee hard, "take it or leave it."

"Hm." Y/N watched as a pensive frown flitted over Hailee’s features as she hummed in thought, before a smirk full of mischief erupted on her plump, pink lips, "there is no space for negotiations, am I right?"

"Yeah, you’re right. I am already doing you a favor with not letting you stay throughout the whole event. So 10 minutes it is."

"There is no way I am not convincing you with letting me stay only 5 minutes, right?" Hailee tried again and Y/N didn’t know what to think. The brown haired girl was definitely up to something but Y/N didn’t know up to what.

"Haiz, I don’t know what game you’re trying to play, but these were your manager’s instructions and I’m not letting her down."

"No, no, you’re right. It’s just-. There is this party I want to go. It’s my friend’s birthday party and I want to go there. It’s right on the other side of the city, completely opposite from the event venue. Staying only 5 minutes instead of 10 minutes will make us spare 5 minutes to get across town to get to the party."

"Oh wow, you thought everything over."

"Yeah."

"I’m sorry but no."

"If I find a way to convince you, are you going to let me stay 5 minutes?" Y/N furrowed her eyebrows at Hailee’s confidence, but shook her anyway, even if she wanted to see where Hailee would’ve took her, making the singer sigh out dejectedly.

"Okay, then. Give me my phone back and I will stay for 5 minutes at the event."

"I’m not sure you know how to negotiate Haiz." Y/N laughed amusedly at Hailee’s attempt of confusing her to let win, but she didn’t relent.

"Oh I know perfectly how to negotiate." Y/N furrowed eyebrows, confused at Hailee’s statement.

"You should’ve said 10 minutes to induce me to say 5 minutes." Y/N explained as if Hailee needed some kind of explanation and smiled softly at her, knowing exactly she already won this argument and they will stay less than a minute at the event tonight. She is a gooner for Hailee and she would pretty much do anything she asked.

"Why waste time with one more step?" And with that Hailee slipped her hand into Y/N’s pants without warning and grabbed her phone, purposefully stopping her hand there as she reveled in Y/N’s hard intake of air as she gasped in shock at the bold gesture, "I already know you will say yes to anything I ask right about now to let me remove my hand. But I need my phone back. So I’m killing two birds with a stone. 5 minutes it is?"

"H-Haiz." Y/N stumbled out in a strained voice as she pleaded her throat to now let the moan she wanted to emit, roll out of it, so she gulped hard and gasped for air, miserably fumbling over her senses completely gone for Hailee. "2 minutes it is." Y/N let out the first coherent thing her brain was capable to form beside a lot of lewd words she wanted to moan out, not really realizing what she really said.

"Hm, I was only aiming for 5 minutes but this is so much better. Thank you Y/N/N." With her hand still in Y/N’s pants, Hailee leaned over and kissed Y/N’s cheek before pulling her hand out alongside her phone. "I need to get ready. It won’t take long. Stay here and choose a movie so we can chill until the event tonight."

As Hailee sauntered back into her en-suite, Y/N, still frozen in the middle of the bedroom, was sure of 3 things. One: Hailee swayed her ass way too much as she walked into the en-suite. Two: she kissed her cheek way too close to the left angle of her lips. And three, the most important one: Hailee purposefully angled her phone so that it would’ve teased her pulsating core over her already slightly wet underwear as she retrieved her iPhone from her pants. "Fuck."

-

"Ugh thank God we are out of there. You will see how much fun we’re gonna have at the party."

"Hm-hm." Y/N hummed out absentmindedly, her mind still in a haze after what happened a few hours prior in Hailee’s bedroom.

"Oh don’t worry about Theresa. She will understand, you’ll see!" Hailee waved Y/N off, not noticing the Y/H/C girl’s strange behavior, as both settled in the back of the car.

"Hm-yeah."

"Great! Let me text Vic we’re on our way."

"Hm-hm." Y/N couldn’t hear herself to let any more sound other than just a feeble ‘hm’, she was sure if she tried to form any other word her mind and body would explode.

"Ah we’re gonna have so much fun!" Y/N moved her eyes from staring away out of the window to Hailee jumping up and down in her seat as she smiled widely at her. "You can drink right? I know you are officially working right now, but I want to offer you a drink to say the umpteenth ‘thank you’ for what you did for me."

Y/N, after forcing her brain to work, thought about her options for a few seconds as she stared blankly at Hailee, not really wanting to drink since she was a professional and didn’t drink while working but a flashback from earlier flooded her mind and Hailee with her hand in her pants appeared. After forcing the thought out of her brain, she let out firmly, "you know what? A drink won’t hurt."

"YES!"

-

"What do you want Y/N/N?"

The club was packed and Hailee had to move closer to Y/N to scream into her left ear her question, causing her lips to brush Y/N’s ear shell and making a shiver run down Y/N’s spine, "a shot of vodka."

"Oh we are already going for the good stuff, uh?"

"Hm." Y/N nodded with a hum before knocking the shot as soon as the bartender left it in front of her and before he could walk away to serve another customer, Y/N asked for another one without asking Hailee if she wanted another one too, even if she didn’t even have time to drink the first one yet.

"Y/N/N, are you okay?"

"Peachy!" Y/N assured Hailee with a small sarcastic tilt in her tone, the alcohol giving a pleasurable sting to her throat.

"O-kay." Hailee smiled unsure at Y/N before downing her shot too, grimacing a bit at the strong taste and noticing how Y/N’s face was completely blank as she took her shots and she was unexpectedly but pleasantly surprised about the aspect of Y/N taking a shot of vodka without making a face.

"Do you want another one?"

"I think we should slow down for a bit, uh? We have all night for drinks."

"Alright." Y/N nodded again as she stared ahead of her, desperately trying to avoid Hailee’s gaze.

"Y/N/N, are you sure you are okay?"

"I’m fine Haiz."

"Okay." Y/N didn’t catch Hailee’s skeptic face as she downed another shot she asked to the bartender but when she went to lift her hand up to call him back for a proper drink this time, Hailee took her hand and placed it back on the counter, making Y/N shiver hard at the touch. "You should seriously slow down."

"I’m fine. I can handle a lot of alcohol Haiz."

"I don’t doubt that and I certainly don’t want to test it. But we just came here. We have all night to get wasted." Hailee reasoned and smiled softly at Y/N when she met her gaze for the first time that night, trying to convey through her eyes her worries about Y/N’s strange demeanor, but not speaking them out loud.

"Okay." Y/N sighed as she pushed the empty shot glass away and mirrored Hailee smile, although a bit uncertain, and watched delighted as Hailee’s grin broadened instantly.

"Great. Now let’s go dance!"

"What?!" Y/N didn’t have time to protest, or at least comprehend what was happening before Hailee grabbed her left hand again and pulled her off the stool she was sat on.

"C’mon!"

"No Haiz, I don’t dance."

"Oh don’t be an ass, dance with me. Please." And just like every other time Hailee asks something to Y/N, she pouted and batted her eyes at Y/N, making saying ‘no’ to her a lot difficult, almost impossible.

"I’m not being an ass, I’m just saying I don’t dance. Besides I am working."

"Not tonight. Tonight is your night off."

"I don’t get nights off with this job, Haiz."

"You do. I just decided so. And since I’m your boss, you will take the night off. End of discussion." Hailee nodded resolutely and crossed her arms as she looked at Y/N sternly, making the girl smile amusedly and affectionately at her.

"You do know how to be persuasive and convincing."

"I try to be." Hailee shrugged with a mischievous smile on and stretched her hand over as a silent offer and smiled widely when Y/N took her hand a second later with a fond roll of her eyes and a small grin stretched over her lips, sighing gently through her nose. "Are you gonna tell me what is wrong?"

"Nothing’s wrong."

"Yeah right." Y/N smiled sheepishly at Hailee’s words and scratched the back of her head as Hailee stared her down with sincere worry in her eyes.

"Are you sure you are okay? You seem worried about something."

"I swear I’m okay. You don’t need to worry about me, okay?"

"Okay, you just seemed a bit troubled about something and I wanted to help." Y/N felt her stomach flip over itself at Hailee’s clear worry about her and walked over to her, grabbed her biceps, initiating a contact since that evening, and caressed Hailee’s soft skin gently, swallowing down the wail ready to come out of her when she realized she was touching Hailee.

"You are amazing Haiz. But I’m fine. I was just thinking about a few things, but I’m not anymore. We are here to have fun!"

"That’s what I wanted to hear!"

"Yeah!" Y/N lifted her own hand up to mirror Hailee to high-five her and giggled cutely at the brown haired girl’s goofiness.

"You are a dork."

"Shut up!" Hailee giggled as she pushed on Y/N’s shoulders before hugging her out of nowhere. "I know you like it!"

Y/N fought over the butterflies flying like crazy around her stomach as she reciprocated the gesture with just as much affection and enthusiasm, if not more compared to Hailee, "can’t say I don’t!" Y/N admitted before smiling down at Hailee after they pulled away from the hug.

"That’s good!"

"Thank you." Y/N admitted out loud after staying in silence and staring intently into Hailee’s brown eyes, full of passion, of wit but also full of affection for Y/N.

"For what?"

"You know what. For everything."

"Oh you don’t need to thank me!"

"I know, but I feel the need to do it."

"Well in this case then I need to thank you too like a thousands times and more!"

-

"Oh I love this song, please Y/N/N come dance with me!" Y/N smiled softly at Hailee as she had been trying to make her dance with her all night long, but after what happened in Hailee’s hotel room a few hours prior she couldn’t. She didn’t know how much and how long she will resist without doing something she will definitely not regret but that will fuck everything up with Hailee with her job and with their friendship. She will not do that, especially not when she was more than a little tipsy. She wasn’t drunk, but she wasn’t sober either, so she won’t risk anything and she will stay put in the corner of the VIP dancing area watching Hailee dance care-freely with her friends.

"Thank you for the offer again Haiz, but I can’t. I’m good here watching over you. Don’t worry about me."

"Please! Then we can leave, I don’t care. But, please, please dance with me!"

"I don’t know…" Y/N murmured loud enough for Hailee to hear, feeling already relenting with Hailee’s puppy dog eyes pleading her.

"Please!" Y/N looked a bit unsure for a few seconds before looking into Hailee’s pleading brown eyes again and with a soft sigh nodded gently, feeling her heart swell and her stomach flip at the small squeal of happiness Hailee emitted when she realized Y/N caved in.

"Okay, I will!"

"Yay! We are gonna be the best on the dance floor!"

"I wouldn’t be so sure, I do not dance that good!"

"Well, I will be the judge of that." Y/N smiled at Hailee’s stubbornness and gave in to her wishes, letting her lead her towards the dance floor and felt her grin broaden when Hailee squealed happily after stopping in front of her.

"I wouldn’t be so happy, especially when they will kick us out for dancing so badly."

"You’re just belittling yourself. I bet you are good." Hailee insisted and started swaying gently to the music blasting loudly above them from the club’s speakers. Hailee felt herself stop for a moment as she took in Y/N surrounded by the neon lights around them, feeling her breath catch in her throat at the Y/H/C girl’s ethereal beauty.

"What are you looking at Steinfeld?" Y/N asked with a smug face, covering up her nerves as her stomach flipped over itself at the singer’s gaze, full of something Y/N can’t exactly pinpoint.

Feeling bold after the alcohol she consumed, Hailee decided to be sincere and answered quickly, "you."

"Me?"

"Yeah. You are beautiful. I was admiring your beauty and under these lights it’s like it’s highlighted." Y/N blushed hard at Hailee’s compliment, feeling her checks burn wildly as she tried to maintain her composure and not squeal like the dumbass that she is.

"Haiz, stop you’re making me blush. And you’re the one to talk. You are perfect. Your beauty is so- so breathtaking. And trust me I’ve met a lot of people in my life, but none of them were as beautiful inside and out like you are."

It was Hailee’s time to blush after she registered Y/N’s words, a warm, fuzzy feeling spreading all over her chest as she stared lovingly at the Y/E/C girl. She didn’t know when she started crushing on Y/N, but it wasn’t that important now, was it? The important thing was that she needed to act on her feelings soon, right after making sure Y/N felt the same. "Now I’m the one who’s blushing. Hard."

"Well, that’s wonderful. You look even more beautiful, not to mention cute."

"Y/N/N!" Hailee whined under her breath and leaned over her body to slot her face in Y/N’s neck and hide her face in the crook of her neck, taking advantage of their position to deeply breath Y/N’s perfume in.

"What? I’m being honest."

"I know, but stop it." Y/N smiled softly at the singer before moving on instinct and laying a soft kiss on Hailee’s head, making both of them froze at her gentle gesture.

"We were about to dance if I remember correctly."

"But I’m so comfy right now." Y/N was glad that Hailee decided not to mention her gesture, but couldn’t help but blush at the girl’s words. They were playing a dangerous game as they were letting their feelings for the other take over their actions, not really knowing if that way will lead them to kiss. They both hoped it would happen with all their hearts, but they weren’t sure.

"But now I want to dance."

"Okay, fine." Y/N chuckled under her breath when Hailee huffed out loud and made an effort to move from her comfy position cuddling Y/N, before taking her hand and walking the few steps back to not have too many people squishing them, stopping right in the middle of the dance floor after wading through the sea of people dancing care-freely.

"Hm, I like the fact that we are the only ones dancing here tonight. So cozy and not sweaty at all." Y/N cracked a joke and smiled warmly down at Hailee when the singer laughed heartily with her head leaned back.

"Just forget about them. Focus on me."

"Okay." Y/N took a deep breath as her stomach filled with butterflies at the request and at the intimacy it implied, knowing it won’t be a difficult request to fulfill.

"Okay." Hailee repeated Y/N’s words and grinned widely, her smile widening when she wrapped her arms around Y/N’s neck and leaned closer, Y/N shivering visibly at her gesture.

"Okay-hm." Y/N tried to make conversation to try to dampen the electrified air between them, but to no avail when she tried to swallow the lump that formed in her throat at her Y/E/C eyes meeting Hailee’s brown, magnetic ones.

"You are really good Y/N/N." Y/N tried to not show her blushing face to Hailee as she brain decided to interpret Hailee’s words with a double meaning, but if Hailee noticed it she didn’t show it, thankfully for Y/N. After that the Y/E/C girl decided to try to look like a functioning human being, even if it was proved to be a really difficult task with Hailee being so perfectly beautiful in front of her, and tried to not let her nerves show to her.

"Thank you. Although I’m not that convinced I’m good at dancing."

"Are you kidding me? You are doing great!"

"You think so?" Y/N asked a bit insecurely, still having doubts about her non-existent dancing skills.

"I know so! You are great babe, just let go. If you feel that insecure about your dancing skills, just follow my lead." At that Hailee boldly placed her right hand behind Y/N’s back and pushed her front to her own, flushing their bodies together, and didn’t miss Y/N visibly swallowing at the singer’s gesture, making the brown haired girl proud for letting herself go tonight and make a move on Y/N.

"O-Okay-hm."

"Feel the rhythm. Let our bodies melt together to it." Hailee whispered sultrily in Y/N’s ear, smirking mischievously when she watched goosebumps appear on the side of her neck and had to restrain herself from kissing under Y/N’s earlobe. She needed one more confirmation before doing what she had been craving for weeks now. "There, like that."

"Haiz-I-." Y/N stopped herself to swallow a whimper when Hailee leaned her face impossibly closer to hers, so close that their breaths mingled together and their noses brushed together gently, trying to find a resolution in her to resist Hailee and not kiss her right then and there, a resolution she might have lost that evening in Hailee’s hotel bedroom when she slipped her hand into her pants to retrieve her phone. Despite it being her most desired thing to do, it would be wrong and incredibly unprofessional, not to mention it would scare Hailee away, because she would never in a million years feel the same way about her, right? She was just her bodyguard.

"Y/N." Hailee moved just a little bit more closer, a hair width separating their lips now, but stopped before she could finally close the final gap to let Y/N stop her, "tell me to stop and I will." Y/N didn’t say a word for about 5 seconds. Only when her eyes strayed down to follow Hailee’s tongue slipping out to lick her own lips that Hailee had the confirmation she needed and with her heart beating loudly in her chest and ears, completely blurring the world around them, she leaned over and kissed her.

[delimeful]

in sickness and in health (8)

warnings: captivity, arguing, remus talking about remus things, panic, gratuitous amount of puns, lmk if i missed any

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“What’s going on?”

The impromptu staredown between all three humans was interrupted by Roman hurriedly leaning obnoxiously far over the counter, bodily blocking Patton’s view of the two borrowers.

“Patton!” he blurted, clearly aiming for a casual air and instead landing somewhere in the realm of ‘stewing in blatant panic and guilt’. “Hello there, what an unexpected and lovely surprise to see you here, in… the kitchen of your own home.”

Next to him, Virgil heard the small, distinct thwap of his fellow borrower’s palm meeting their face.

“…What’s going on?” Patton repeated, sounding far more awake this time.

“Extremely normal, non-fairy-related things,” Roman answered, visibly sweating.

“Extremely bloody Dionysian orgies,” Remus said at the same time, considerably louder.

Virgil could see just enough of Patton’s expression to watch the way it crinkled in a sort of morose confusion.

“In the kitchen?” he asked, voice pained, as though that was his main problem with the suggestion.

“If there aren’t any knives involved, can any orgy really be called Dionysian?” Remus replied in a faux-wise tone, lifting his arm to make a deeply inappropriate gesture in accompaniment with his words. This technically cleared the way back to the wall, but as it turned out, only for a moment.

Before either of them could get too hopeful about any chance of escape, Remus ended the gesture by quickly clapping his hands over the both of them in a makeshift dome shape.

Next to him, the other borrower only flinched a bit, but Virgil couldn’t help the outright squeak he made at the sudden limbs dropping down over them.

There was another pause from the humans above them, this one distinctly more harried.

“Um, guys?” Patton’s voice had gone from confused to concerned. “What was—?”

“Broken whoopee cushion,” Remus insisted. “Filled it with mayonnaise, you know how it goes.”

“He sneezed!” Roman added, his voice sliding up a few pitches. “Gesundheit, Remus! Totally nothing strange about that— Padre, wait!”

There were big steps drawing closer, now, and Remus’s hands cinched in a little tighter around the two of them. They were forced to huddle even closer together, and the other borrower’s bony elbow collided with his side in a way he wasn’t convinced was accidental.

He shot them a glare, which they returned with an expression that was equal parts indignant and frantic. After a second, they forced a barely-there whisper through grit teeth. “It’s your human. Will he hurt us?”

“How am I supposed to know?!” Virgil hissed back, just as quiet. “I didn’t ever get caught before you showed up!”

Not while the human was conscious enough to remember it, anyhow.

The other borrower’s eyes narrowed into slits, reminding Virgil that he probably shouldn’t be antagonizing the guy that already proved themself willing to try and murder him once. Before they could respond, though, the conversation over their heads continued.

“Guys,” Patton said, sounding stern. “What have we said about wrangling critters in my home?”

“That it was a firmly banned activity after the Great Frog Croak-tastrophe?” Roman guessed sheepishly. “And, y’know, that was certainly a fair and just ruling for that situation, however—!”

“Nuh-uh, I don’t wanna hear it,” Patton replied, unwavering. Virgil could practically envision the way his human was standing from his tone alone: hands on his hips, eyebrows raised expectantly. “Frog or not, I’m sure whatever you two caught will be much hoppier once they’re released safely outside, right Remus?”

“Eh, you might not feel the same after you see them, Pattycakes,” Remus warned. “I know I’m usually the harbinger of pests, wrangler of rats, champion of centipedes, but not even I know what to do about these guys.”

There was the shuffle of clothing, like Patton was shifting in place, and he sighed. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to figure it out together, huh?”

There was a moment of hesitation where Virgil assumed the twins were exchanging a wordless meaningful look, as they so often did, and then the distinct slide of glass across a countertop.

The moment the hands around them twitched, Virgil shifted into a crouched position, drawing his legs under him and preparing to bolt the moment there was space, even if it was probably totally futile. Next to him, he could feel the other borrower doing much the same.

Rather than lift off of them, however, the hands shifted to pinch even closer together, forming the shape of a spade, like a pair of nut shells that had been glued back together at the edges, leaving a hollow space inside. The two of them were forced to scramble upwards into the hold or get limbs stuck in between the sides of Remus’s palms as he scooped them up off the counter completely.

Virgil’s stomach dropped at the upwards movement, completely out of his control, and he reached out and latched onto the side of the other borrower’s shirt with a white-knuckled grip. They were still at least a little concussed, and Virgil wasn’t letting them get separated now, not when he’d already gotten himself into the most terrifying situation in his life saving them. Wherever they were going, they’d at least be stuck in it together.

To his surprise, the other borrower gripped him right back.

After only a few seconds, they were lowered and deposited onto a familiar smooth surface. Virgil grit his teeth at the feeling, resisting the urge to scream in frustration. He’d just gotten out of this stupid glass pitcher!

He didn’t get much time to seethe indignantly, however, because the moment Remus’s hands pulled away, there were much bigger problems to face.

Three of them, to be precise.

Heart in his throat, Virgil slowly lifted his head to look up at the face of his human, warped through the curve of the glass.

With a confused furrow to his brow, Patton moved to take a step closer, and then stopped short as the sight before him properly registered. His hand flew up to cover his mouth, his eyes widening with surprise. “Oh my!”

“I toad you so,” Remus interjected unhelpfully.

Roman cuffed his shoulder, and Remus immediately jabbed two fingers into Roman’s side in retaliation. It was only a firm warning look from Patton that kept them from devolving into another slap fight during the most terrifying moment of Virgil’s life.

Virgil shifted to stand, shuffling back until he didn’t have to crane his neck so painfully to make eye contact. Humans were so big, and it had never been more evident than it was now, staring up at giants.

Staring up at Patton. He was pretty sure he’d had a nightmare that had gone exactly like this. Well, minus the concussed would-be assassin. And the frog puns.

Patton, for his part, had developed a genuinely distressed twist to his features as he took in the sight of the two of them. After a moment of wavering, his gaze settled firmly on Virgil, sending a prickling sense of alarm up his spine.

“Hello again,” said Patton, smiling at him.

Virgil froze. The borrower behind him froze. Even the twins froze for a moment, before their heads both snapped around to stare at Patton with eerie synchronization.

“You know them?!” two voices asked, in two very different tones.

Virgil felt dread drop into his gut like a stone down a sewer grate. There was no way.

“I know one of them,” Patton answered, unperturbed by everyone’s shock. “That’s the little guy who helped take care of me while I was sick!”

He lifted a hand in demonstration and wiggled his fingers, the healing burns on them still visibly shiny.

The twins gaped. “He what?”

Behind him, in a far more bewildered tone, the other borrower echoed them: “You what?”

“You shut up,” Virgil muttered sourly without turning to look at them. His heart was practically shaking in his ribcage, knowing that the human had remembered all along, that Patton had returned home well-aware of the intruder in his walls.

The realization felt chilling, like a thimble of icy water had been dumped down his shirt. Patton hadn’t acted strange at all, hadn’t cast any speculative glances at the walls or scanned any shelves for undersized intruders. The twins and their ghost-hunting equipment clearly hadn’t known the truth, so why would Patton? Virgil hadn’t even suspected.

Who knew what would have happened after Roman and Remus left, and it was only the two of them, with Virgil blissfully unaware of the danger he was in?

Well. Caught like this, he supposed he was going to find out soon.

Patton’s smile faded, carefully watching the way Virgil’s chest was visibly shuddering with too-shallow breaths.

“You thought I froggot, huh?” he said, looking inexplicably sad. “I thought about it while I was in the hospital, and I kinda figured we’re really not supposed to know about you guys. That means it was pretty darn brave of you to try and help me anyways.”

Virgil swallowed, fear sticking in his throat. He didn’t know what to say. He certainly didn’t feel brave.

The other borrower stepped up to be at his side, ignoring Virgil’s reflexive attempt to shoulder them back behind him.

“I suppose the saying is true, then.” They paused, narrowing their eyes in a silent challenge. “No good deed goes unpunished.”

The encompassing flourish they made was a little wobbly, as though their balance was still off, but it got the point across: Patton had recovered from his illness, and they were stuck in a pitcher on his counter.

Virgil’s incredulity at the other borrower was enough to snap him out of the worst of his frozen terror, his head whipping to the side to stare at them.

They were insane. They had to be, using such sharp words and an even sharper tone with a human. This was just about the worst time to instigate an argument. The two of them were stuck in a pitcher on his counter!

Unsurprisingly, neither of the twins looked particularly happy with the accusatory turn the conversation had taken. Patton had been their friend for a long time. They had always jumped at the opportunity to defend him from harm in the past, and Virgil doubted that would change now.

For all their tomfoolery, the two of them could be downright vicious when they were angry. If they were willing to tear fellow humans a new one for messing with Patton, it was gruesome to imagine what they’d do to a pair of borrowers. They’d already been terrifying enough when they’d only been curious about him.

Before either of them could begin to speak, however, Patton nodded once, almost to himself, and pivoted to face his friends.

“Howsabout you two get started on cleaning up the living room so we can settle down and get some proper sleep?” he asked, the request firm enough that it was clearly more of an instruction than a suggestion.

Both twins started protesting immediately, looking extremely put out at the idea of abandoning Patton with their exciting new find. They were talking over each other, the words tangling and becoming an indecipherable mess by the time they reached Virgil, but he was fairly certain he heard phrases like “—but I’ll only lie awake haunted by fairy law and order,” and, “—you can’t keep me away from my new pyromaniac bestie!” in the mix.

“Mhmm, yup, we can discuss all of that later,” Patton replied stoutly, ushering the two of them towards the entrance to the kitchen with insistent sweeping gestures, like a shepherd with his herd. “There’ll be plenty of time to talk over breakfast in the morning, but it’s getting late, so hop to it!”

“We’re being banished with frog puns! This is an amphibian atrocity,” Roman bemoaned.

“Froggin’ unbelievable,” Remus agreed. 

However, even with all their complaints, they seemed to understand that Patton wasn’t budging this time, and reluctantly allowed themselves to be shooed out of the kitchen like the world’s noisiest sheep.

At Virgil’s shoulder, the other borrower took the opportunity to lean in while the humans were across the room.

“You ‘didn’t ever get caught,’ hmm?” they asked, still far too smug considering the situation they were in.

A muscle in Virgil’s eye twitched. Despite everything, he wasted a moment considering the merits of trying to inflict another head injury on his fellow captive. They’d been a lot more tolerable with the beginnings of a concussion.

“Do you want to go back to trying to stab each other?” he snapped instead, stepping pointedly away even as he made the thinly-veiled threat. “Because it seems like you want to go back to trying to stab each other.”

“Oh, I’m so terrified,” they replied drolly, crossing their arms. “Won’t someone save me from the horrible Monoxide assassin and his entirely genuine threats?”

Virgil stared at them for a moment, disbelieving. “You know, I think I actually liked you better when you were trying to murder me in cold blood.”

“Don’t lose hope. Maybe I’ll try again later,” they retorted with a dangerous glint in their eye, and then they were both falling silent as Patton approached once more.

Out of the corner of his eye, Virgil caught the contemplative frown that flashed over the other borrower’s face, the only glimpse of their consternation at facing down a human. They may have had plans aplenty to deal with the twins, but Patton was clearly more of an unknown to them.

…Virgil knew Patton. He’d spent enough time watching the human to get attached, grown familiar enough with Patton’s life to cheer on his efforts and fret over his disappointments. He should be able to find the right words to get them out of this, convince his human the way the other borrower had effortlessly fooled Roman, but… he couldn’t.

It was impossible to think up a strategy for this situation. How could he possibly reconcile Patton, the guy who helped organize weekly PTA bake sales and volunteered to look after kittens he was allergic to and cried when he saw roadkill, with a human who knew, who would keep them trapped, who needed to be pleaded with for their release?

How was he supposed to bargain with a monster if he couldn’t even accept that the monster existed?

“I’m sorry if the twins frightened you,” Patton said, voice lowered to a softer volume. “They tend to be very exuberant, but they don’t mean any harm.”

The other borrower looked as though they were on the brink of scoffing at the very idea that they couldn’t handle Roman and Remus, a defensive slant to their shoulders.

“Why?” The word tumbled from Virgil’s mouth without his permission, his shoulders hunching under the undivided focus of Patton’s gaze.

“Why what?” he asked, tilting his head slightly like a confused dog.

“If you knew,” Virgil forced out, fingernails digging into his palms, “why didn’t you tell them? Or— or look for me?”

Understanding settled onto Patton’s expression, and he hummed thoughtfully, as though considering how to phrase his answer.

“If you wanted to be seen, you would have come out and said hi,” he finally said, simply. “You saved my life by calling for help. If you wanted to stay a secret, the least I could do is make sure to keep that secret safe.”

Virgil blinked up at him, trying to force the words into a configuration that made sense. Humans didn’t just let mysteries exist, especially not ones that were so easy to grab ahold of.

“I won’t lie and say I’m not awfully curious about you,” Patton continued, and his hand was reaching out for the handle of the pitcher and surely, this was the moment that it all came crashing down—, “but you can’t force a friendship. Especially not like this!”

Slowly, in gentle increments, the pitcher was shifted to lay on its side, the open end facing away from Patton. It was practically a straight shot to the closest wall entrance, their freedom waiting where the back of the counter met the kitchen wall.

They’d been prepared to make a break for it at the earliest opportunity before, but now, with escape dangled in front of them, both borrowers hesitated. Virgil exchanged a dumbfounded look with the other borrower, trying to stomp down the insane hope bubbling in the back of his mind.

“If you ever want to talk, you know where to find me!” Patton finished, making sure the glass was stable and settled before releasing it and stepping back. “Otherwise, my lips are sealed— and I’ll make sure Roman and Remus keep the secret, too.”

He made a zipping motion over his mouth, eyes crinkled with amusement at the edges, and then turned and walked out of the kitchen without a single glance back.

Virgil hadn’t uttered a single plea, and yet, the path back to the walls was right there. He looped the other borrower’s arm over his shoulder and led them, step by faltering step, across the counter, even scooping his bag up as he went. Nobody came rushing in, nobody stopped them from taking those last few steps into the safety of the walls.

He’d expected to face a monster, and instead he’d been offered kindness, unasked for and freely given.

They were both quiet as they shuffled further into the familiar cramped space, as though a single sound would shatter the illusion of this impossible release. The other borrower pulled away after a moment, their pain of their concussion likely more manageable in the dark. The silence stretched, relief and exhaustion weighing on them in equal measure.

Virgil yawned despite himself, absently wondering if they were going to continue that semi-murderous argument about cults and who wronged who, and if the other borrower would be willing to reschedule it to sometime after they’d slept.

Ahead of them, a third figure stepped out of the shadows, quickly looking them over as though checking that everyone was still intact. Oddly enough, they sort of smelled like gunpowder.

“Hm. That certainly didn’t go according to plan,” they said bluntly, the oversized pack on their back jingling slightly as they stepped forward. “Still, we all survived, so I suppose introductions are in order.”

[lovelybarnes]

Ducks on Plaster- B. Barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader warnings: injuries, reader does not have artistic abilities, i haven’t written bucky in so long, i am so so sorry if this is awful about: request! (PF34) person a has a cast, and person b is doodling on it to cheer them up + (PK9) kissing scars, bruises, scratches, etc notes: projecting. i can indeed only draw ducks and they come out damn well

“Okay. You know I’m not a very good artist,” you say forewarningly, glancing up at him for emphasis, “so I do ask that you lower your expectations starting now.”

Bucky raises an eyebrow at you, chin lifting to assess the damage, but you place your hand over your work; fat, wobbly lines peeking out from under your fingers like dark, plastically foreboding veins.

“I’m not done yet,” you protest.

“People usually warn how shaky the board is just before they tell you to walk the plank.”

You wrinkle your nose, going back to your drawing. Your lines are haloed with sharpie bleed, the tip of your marker dented with little plaster crumbs. You persevere, twirling it between your thumb and forefinger to make one wonky eye. “That’s not an expression I’ve heard before.”

“Doesn’t it get the point across, though?”

You contemplate it, trying to concentrate on ellipsing the circles. “I guess, yeah.”

“Because my analogies work.”

“Again, I guess,” you shrug. Carefully, because you’re overly focused on your loops.

“That’s what I told Sam. But he says they have to be relatable.” Bucky shakes his head and smacks his lips. “You don’t have to have searched for a needle in a haystack to know that it’s fuckin’ hard to find.”

You frown at your creation, lifting your sharpie off the plaster as if insulted and then dipping to the opposite end of the cast to draw a curvy flower with petals fat at their ends leading to a small source. The ink is fading and scratchy, but it’s objectively better than your first attempt at another edge, its start inky and confident, petals losing their roundness and symmetry until they gave away to a lousy lump trailing off.

Renewed, you finish your first masterpiece.

“That one looks good,” Bucky offers, referring to the flower. It’s groovy-style, practice showed. “No artist, my ass.”

“You’re not supposed to look yet,” you chide quietly, not looking up.

“It’s right in front of me,” he reasons, but he looks away and flops down onto the bed, lifting his head to observe the focus lining your features, the tip of your tongue peeking out at the corner of your lips.

“It’ll be worth it,” you insist passively.

“Sure.” Bucky knows this very well. Likewise, you know very well how impatient Bucky is. “But I want to see.”

You roll your eyes, a canine pinning your lip from curving into a smile. You pull back with satisfied drama, making a show of pushing the cap back on the marker. You twirl it between your fingers, missing the second twist and making it fly to your side. “Done.” You dip down and press a kiss right above your little cartoon. “You can look.”

Bucky sits up, leaning over his arm to get a good look. An eyebrow goes up, its sharpness rounded by the blue that meets your eyes. “It’s a duck.”

He’s correct. A huge beak erupts from a bowling pin, prickly stalks shooting out from the bottom. “It's a duck,” you repeat, a lot more enthused about it. Your index taps rapidly against it. “Isn’t it cute? It’s the only thing I can draw.” You trace the petaled headband it flaunts. “It has a flower hat,” you say excitedly, nose wrinkling with pride. You glance at it once more. “A flower hat. I didn’t have any colors, but I figure, it’s fun. You can fill it in when you’re bored.”

Bucky nods. “I like it.”

“Of course you like it,” you say axiomatically. “It’s a duck with a flower hat. Look, he’s so happy.”

Bucky complies, amused lines at the pinches of his eyes visible from your angle. There are no delighted wrinkles that indicate it, but somehow he can see you’re right. The duck is happy. “It’s great,” he says, chiseled with a happy authenticity unlike him. Somehow, you pull all sorts of things he doesn’t expect from him.

“I can do a variety of costumes,” you continue, your voice an echo of a saleswoman’s, but you’re tendered with dulcet excitement, the twitch of your pen at his cast proof of how gladly gratuitous your service is. “Bunny ears, complete with the cotton-ball-tail, maid, with the little cap and feather duster, I can even do you!”

“How about we do that another time?” he requests, sitting up to hold your shoulders. His eyes are twinkling when you meet them, mind hazy with the sparkly trail his fingers leave as they drop down to your waist. “‘Cus you’ve been down there for so long and I only took time off to have you…” He pulls you toward him, and you go like a rag doll over his chest, not expecting his strength, never expecting his strength no matter how many times he shows it to you. “A little closer.”

You’re delighted, nuzzling your face into his shoulder the moment you land on his chest. You’re careful to not touch his injured leg as he settles you beside him. Like instinct, your chin gravitates to the nearest part of him, tilting a little to kiss the underside of his jaw. A bite of purple catches your attention, a grape-sized oval already haloed green.

“You have a bruise under your chin,” you tell him after a moment, a gentle thumb raising to graze it. The contact should hurt no matter how tenderly you do it, but it doesn’t. Nothing hurts with you. “How’d that happen?”

“Who can keep track?”

“Well, I’d like to,” you muse. He feels your nail hovering just above his adam’s apple when you lean up and press your kiss to his injury. It blooms everything but pain. 

“Well, if that’s the way you’re doin’ it…”

You chuckle, another kiss laid at the corner of his lips. He’s sure you can taste the metal from a fresh cut, but if you do, you don’t mind, punctuating your point with another kiss now fully on his lips, your index turning his face toward you. He’s thrilled to oblige.

He refuses to let you pull away completely when you finally do, trailing after you to press another, softer kiss against you. It’s only to taste you one last time; as if he’d been too caught up in its nectar to prepare himself to say goodbye.

“Aren’t days off nice?” you beot.

“Can’t say no right now.”

You wrinkle your nose at him, bumping your nose against his cheekbone in retaliation. “Right now?”

He drags a thumb along a naked stretch of skin he finds under your sweater, grinning boyishly. “Especially right now,” he corrects.

You lean in closer, air pregnant with your implicit secrecy from the walls. He can feel your heart thrum from your proximity. “It was my duck, right?”

He can’t help but laugh, nodding earnestly into the crook of your neck. “I love you,” he tells you like he needs to. Totally unrelated but so sewn into everything that it’s a requirement to put into the world before he can do anything else. He nudges your nose with his, humoring you. ”Mhm. What else could it be?” 

You crack through your theatrics, face breaking into a smile as you kiss him, thumbing a light crescent moon right beneath his right eye. He can already feel it heal with your glittering touch.

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Hiii my favourite Aemond writer!!Can we get some femdom for Aemond with praise kink and him begging to cum inside? 👀👀

Hi my favourite anon! You got it!

Just a quick note to add I have seven other requests in my asks currently and my turnaround time is around 2-4 weeks - if I haven't responded to your request yet, it means I am working on it.

Warnings: Smut. Word count: ~950

"So it is settled." Aemond decides, as he sits at the head of the long table in the Red Keep's council chambers. "Criston and I will gather an army and we will march against Daemon at Harrenhal."

Murmurs of agreement echo around him. 

When Aegon had become grievously injured during the battle at Rook's Rest, Aemond had taken over as Prince Regent in his stead, taking up the mantle of Protector of the Realm. As such, he had also asummed responsibility of making battle plans to defend his brother's claim to the throne against his half sister and uncle.

He has gathered the Small Council here today to discuss their next strategy of attack and all are now in mutual understanding of what needs to happen next.

"Criston, I trust you are able to make the necessary arrangements? We depart in three days. If there is nothing more to discuss then you are all free to go."

Criston nods in assent, standing and filing out of the room with the others, leaving Aemond sitting alone.

It is but a few moments later that she appears in the doorway and he visibly relaxes at the sight of her, his posture immediately becoming less rigid as she sweeps into the room. Her skirts flow elegantly behind her as she approaches him, never breaking eye contact.

His eye flutters closed, leaning into the warmth of her palm as she reaches out a hand to caress his cheek.

"You did so well today." She purrs. "Such a good boy."

He shivers at her praise, staring up at her, his pupil blown wide with lust. His hands reach needily for her, grasping at her hips.

"Have you had enough of playing fearless leader for today?" She simpers. "Need me to make it all better?"

Aemond swallows thickly, nodding his head. "Please." He whispers, pushing his chair back and allowing space for her to straddle his lap.

She sits astride him, her head bowing slightly under the weight of the iron and ruby crown as Aemond lifts it carefully from his own head to place upon hers.

"My Queen." He breathes, lips parted as he stares up at her with pure, unadultered adoration.

Her fingers trail playfully over the lacings of his breeches, smirking when she feels him straining against them. "My, my." She teases. "Who is this for?"

"You, only you." He grits out, struggling to control his breathing as her hand ghosts over his hardened length through his trousers. "Please..."

"Please, what?" She cocks her head. "Use your words."

"Please touch me." Aemond whimpers, bucking against her hand.

"I am touching you, silly boy." 

"I need more." He practically whines.

She shows mercy, freeing his erection and languidly running her hand up and down its thick length. "Like this?"

He screws his eye shut, the tendons in his neck straining under the effort to keep his composure. "Let me inside you. Please, my Queen."

She releases her hold of him, rucking her skirts up above her hips, revealing her bare cunt to him, already glistening with slick. "In here?"

He inhales sharply, a fresh wave of arousal causing his cock to ache painfully as he realises she's not wearing any small clothes. He reaches out to touch her, but his actions are halted as she grabs his wrist.

"Ah, ah, ah!" She chides. "You mustn't touch without permission."

He flexes his fingers before dropping his hand back to the arm of the chair. "Forgive me, my Queen. Please, please let me inside."

She giggles, it is a dulcet, playful sound. "Well, I suppose since you asked so nicely..."

She grasps his member once more, positioning it at her entrance and sinking down slowly.

Aemond's jaw goes slack as he feels her tight, wet heat envelope him. His nails dig crescent moons into the wooden arms of the chair.

As soon as he is fully sheathed inside of her, his fingertips reach up towards the top of her bodice, right eye flickering to hers. "May I? Please?"

"Take what you need." She says softly, her hand stroking through his silken strands of silver hair.

He tugs down the garment, freeing her breasts and immediately taking the taut peak of one greedily into his mouth.

She begins to rock her hips against his, feeling him groan around her as he slides in and out of her. Lewd wet sounds echo off of the vaulted ceiling, mingled with breathy gasps and moans as she bounces in his lap, fingers still tangled within his hair.

He releases her breast with a wet popping sound, quickly focusing his attention on the other. He can tell from the white hot sparks that lick at his stones and lower back that he will not last. His prick is already starting to pulsate.

"I need release." He whispers hotly against her skin.

"Already?" She asks, never faltering from the pace she has set atop his lap.

"Mmm. Please. Let me spill inside of you." His voice sounds strangled with desperation.

"And what makes you think I would allow you to do that?"

"I've been so good today, such a good boy for you. Please, please..." He babbles.

She chuckles, continuining to roll her hips against his. "Alright then. I suppose you have been. You may spend inside of me."

Aemond's entire body tenses before shuddering as he releases rope after rope of his pearly spend inside of her with a loud grunt.

She carries on stroking his hair, fucking him through his peak until he goes limp against her.

"Thank you, my Queen." He murmurs.

"Such a good boy." She replies, holding him against her chest.

[wisteriaiswriting]

*barges into room unannounced* HELLO HELLO! Can I have cypher, Sova, Yoru, and Jett with a male reader who is short and looks scrawny but is actually really strong (stronger than them) thank you very much🥰

𝕌𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕

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He has more lean muscle, meaning he’s often underestimated in strength.

But this won’t surprise him, as he’s been keeping tabs on you.

He’ll use this to his advantage. He just brought new technology, but if only someone could move it?

You’ll have to carry him around, he won’t let you go without doing it.

He isn’t the shortest agent so he can make jokes about your height.

***

While the monitors were great investments, Cypher didn’t think about the fact they had to be moved. Firstly to his room then up onto their stands, a task he couldn’t do alone. But there was someone who could help.

“Oh ثعلب الفنك!” He leaned through the doorway, looking into the agent's living area. Mask landing on you, “I need your help over here.”

Quickly you were over, no need to explain as he’s done this plenty of times. Leaning over to the boxes, lifting one into each arm. Walking all the way to his room, likely helping him with installing them as well.

***

ثعلب الفنك - Fennec fox

Has learnt to never underestimate anyone, you’re not an exception to that.

Please pick him up, the last time it happened was when he was a child.

It’ll scare him at the start but once he notices you’re fine he’ll melt. Continue holding him, feels great  but looks funny for anyone else watching.

Soon enough he’ll start calling it your strength training, well aware you don't really need it.

Speaking of training, suddenly all your sessions are now joint ones with him.

***

For someone who was 6’2 he was surprisingly light, but that might just be you. And it probably was seeing as you have been carrying him around base for the past thirty minutes.

“Голубь, tomorrow we check your aim with my bow.”

“Doubting me Sasha?”

“Making sure you meet standards.” While you two spoke you missed the look on the others faces. You, who was decently shorter than this man, was so casually carrying him.

***

Голубь - Dove

It is a miracle if you’re shorter than this man, (I believe in 5’4 Yoru) so he takes it in stride.

From his height and lack of visible muscle people underestimate him, doesn’t mean he’ll do that same to you.

Your strength doesn’t stop him from teasing you, instead it causes him to do it more.

You could be an inch shorter and he’ll still pull the ‘holding something above you.’

Don’t pick him up though, unless you want to get hit.

***

Yoru was doing his thing until Phoenix came by and dragged him off. But he didn’t leave, not sure why. The walk around the base was filled with Phoenix’s talking while Yoru listened, after a while he stopped listening.

Following but zoned out, in turn he couldn’t hear you rushing up behind him. Until he was sweeped off his feet.

“Yoru!” You. You had come up and pulled him into a bridal carry. And with such a smug face, he wasn’t accepting it. Holding onto his comb before slamming it onto your head, causing you to drop him to hold your head.

“C’mon!” Your whining had him feeling bad, not that he would allow Phoenix to see that side of him.

“You picked him up? Why didn’t you show me earlier.” And back to normal, Phoenix guiding you away while talking your ear off. He’ll care for the injury later.

Again, it’s not often someone is shorter than her so she is taking full advantage of it.

Will use her updrafts to stay taller than you, often landing on something out of your range.

Randomly drops into your arms or onto your back. Forcing you to carry her around.

If you use weights, don’t let her find them please. She’ll try them but will drop them immediately, likely needing Sage after.

Will flirt a lot more than she used to, most revolving around your height, or lack of.

***

“Jett, get down.” She had managed to get onto the hanging kitchen cabinets. And you knew why, she would neither admit it or get down.

“You gotta catch me first, but can you reach?”

“I could if you came down here.”

“But that would ruin the game~” Her teasing only increased as you played her game, with only one way to end it. Kneeling on the counter to be able to reach her before grasping her ankle.

One quick tug had her tumbling down into your arms, her grin hidden behind her hands as it clicked how strong you were.

“Done?”

“For now.”

[afewproblems]

Something Spicy (a first ever attempt at it!) based on a prompt from this list!

Also! If you were tagged in this but are not in the mood for Spice, please feel free to ignore!!

***

Eddie bites his lip as Steve lifts his hips enough to shimmy his boxers down his legs, the last piece of clothing separating them finally gone.

He takes a second just to stare, taking in the bright red flush that paints Steve's cheeks and the top of his chest, only just visible through the hair.

Steve's eyes are glazed as he blinks once slowly, and smiles up at Eddie; awareness fights against the space that Steve has begun to sink into with just a few words.

"Colour, sweetheart?" Eddie says lowly as he finally reaches out to trace his fingers gently from Steve's cheekbone down to his jaw.

"Green," Steve mumbles after a minute, he blinks again and smiles. His hazel eyes crinkle at the edges just slightly before he brings up a hand to hide them.

Well Eddie can't have that now.

He reaches out again to firmly grasp at Steve's wrists and lifts them up above his head, he presses them down into the pillow, crossing one arm over the other.

"No touching, wanna see your beautiful face sweetheart," Eddie whispers as he leans down and captures Steve's lips in a soft kiss.

He pulls away as Steve opens his mouth to deepen it, "Ah, ah, not yet".

Steve huffs but doesn't move from his position, his chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm as Eddie sits up.

God, I could eat you up. I love you so, Eddie thinks before his brain catches up to the words and his expression twists.

Weird, and way too soon.

They've only been friends for the last six months since everything with Vecna and the Hawkins rebuild, and this thing between them is even more recent, fragile.

They've never really talked about it, only sharing soft kisses and endearments under the cover of night and the quilt on Steve's bed.

How would Eddie even go about doing so?

'Hey man, I think you're a great guy and I love fucking you, and you fucking me, and I think we should continue to do that forever if you'll have me?'

Definitely not.

Instead he says, “I'm gonna count every single one of those moles with my lips".

Close enough.

Eddie watches Steve shift slightly, his cock twitches in interest and the rose blush deepens in colour.

Eddie has ignored it entirely, since the boxers came off, and he has no plans to give it any attention just yet.

"You can stay still for me can't you baby?" Eddie asks slyly, as Steve nods, his chest rises faster now in anticipation as Eddie swings a leg across to straddle his thighs.

Eddie ignores the way his own dick brushes Steve's and the gasp they both let out at the brief contact.

He crawls up on his hands and knees and begins to hunt for freckles and moles with his mouth, leaning down to kiss along Steve's neck.

The kisses are soft at first, the barest press of lips to warm skin.

But before long Eddie is tracing his tongue along Steve's collarbone, connecting each mark in spit as he sucks bruises into tanned skin.

He feels punch drunk at the noises Steve makes below him and his own dick throbs as it continues to barely brush against soft skin and sheets.

Eddie sits up again as he finally finds himself between Steve's legs, which fall open slightly to accommodate him.

"Colour, baby," Eddie breathes out, his voice rough as he leans down and grasps at Steve's hips. He rubs little circles with his thumbs into the sharp points of Steve's hip bones and knows he'll never get tired of this.

"Green, so green," Steve blurts out impatiently as Eddie pushes his hips down into the mattress with a smirk.

"Good," Eddis says softly as he leans down to rub his nose along Steve's shaft, biting back a grin at the small moan Steve lets out.

Eddie places a few feather light kisses around his thighs as he gently taps underneath Steve's legs until he lifts them enough for his knees to be angled, his feet flat against the bed.

"Can you be good for me Stevie," Eddie murmurs, his voice pitches up into a laugh as Steve nods rapidly this time, "I need words lo--"

Eddie closes his mouth with a snap, he watches Steve's face for the smallest change of expression, the barest hint of recognition of the words.

He has to keep a better handle on this, it's too soon to be using words like that.

Steve smiles at him, he looks utterly debauched and thankfully far away as he tries to keep his breathing steady, "wanna be good," he manages to say before his eyes flutter shut.

Eddie breathes a sigh of relief, and grips his thighs with soft fingers, squeezing them once, "don't come until I say so".

"Yes," Steve whispers as Eddie leans down and takes him into his mouth, letting his tongue swirl around the weeping head.

He swallows around Steve as he takes him deeper, Eddie lets go of Steves hips, letting them stutter once, twice, as he fucks into Eddie's mouth.

"Oh, Eddie baby, can I?" Steve asks breathlessly, his hands are still above his head, clenching into fists as though to stop himself from threading his fingers in Eddie's hair.

Eddie hums around Steve, pretending to consider it. He wants nothing more than to let Steve fuck his mouth, to pull his hair and pin him down but today is about Steve. Helping him float away this time.

He shakes his head and pulls himself away, letting the flat of his tongue drag over the underside of Steve's cock.

"Patience sweetheart," he keeps his voice steadier than he feels as he lifts his hands to press on the back of Steve's thighs again, guiding their movement until his knees are pressed into his chest.

"Keep those there," Eddie says firmly, "use that core strength you're always bragging about," he smirks as Steve scoffs at him.

"If you get tired, use your hands baby," Eddie relents after a beat.

Steve nods silently, though his hands remain diligently above his head.

Eddie grins, his heart aching at how much he loves this man, and blows gently over Steve's hole, watching as it clenches at the sensation.

He leans forward pressing soft kisses against Steve that get progressively wetter as he begins to lick around the ring of muscle. Eddie closes his eyes and focuses on the repeated, 'oh, oh, oh,' sounds Steve is making as he pushes the flat of his tongue against him, mimicking the rhythm.

Eddie stops just long enough to suck on two fingers before lowering his hand to press the slick digits slowly inside.

Eddie groans as his fingers disappear into the warm, wet, heat of Steve's hole; he scissors his fingers and shifts to take Steve into his mouth once more. He feels his fingers brush against Steve's prostate and hums at the long punched out groan Steve makes.

"Oh, God," Steve moans loudly, he turns his head to the side and breathes out, "Eddie, I can't--"

Eddie removes his mouth again, "it's okay baby, you're allowed," he says softly before swallowing down Steve's length once more. Eddie groans as he begins to hump the sheets beneath him, desperate for some kind of friction against his neglected length.

Eddie begins to pump his fingers in and out, making sure to stroke his prostate in time to the bobbing of his head. Steve's legs fall open as he finally lowers his arms to thread his fingers through Eddie's hair.

Yes, Eddie thinks to himself as Steve's hips begin to buck up, the heavy cock on his tongue a welcome weight. Eddie's eyes close, uncaring of the fact that Steve is no longer holding himself in position.

Eddie loses himself in the feeling of Steve fucking his mouth, the hard head of his cock repeatedly hitting the back of Eddie's throat, the firm hands holding his head in place, the way Steve begins to babble a mixture of praise and moans is just too much for him.

"Yes baby, oh fuck," Steve pants, "let me fuck you, yes, God--"

Eddie feels his last vestiges of control snap as he tumbles over the edge, cuming into the sheets as Steve keens loudly, tugging Eddie's hair once more as follows after him.

Eddie swallows, continuing to suck and lick at Steve's length until the hands in his hair gently push his face away. Eddie snorts a tired laugh at the whine Steve makes as he removes his fingers.

"How was that," Eddie hums, his head buzzing pleasantly as he flops onto the bed and rolls over onto his back.

"Perfect," Steve sighs, sitting up and flopping beside Eddie, he has the widest smile on his face and Eddie can't look away.

"Did you float baby," Eddie mumbles as a sudden wave of exhaustion hits him, he turns his head to the side to face Steve and blinks slowly, smiling as he feels a soft hand brush his hair away from his forehead.

"Almost," Steve says softly as he leans down to press a kiss to Eddie's nose, "thank you for doing that for me love".

Eddie hums, he's sure that Steve said something important just now, but he can't help but let himself drift, weightless and sated.

"Anything for you Stevie," Eddie yawns as his eyelids flutter once, twice, before they close.

Eddie feels Steve settle beside him; he knows they should get up, clean themselves and change the sheets if they want to avoid a mess in the morning.

But as Steve hums softly, running his hands over Eddie's sides, the gentle rhythm lulling him further into a doze, Eddie lets himself sleep.

Knowing when he wakes, he'll be met with warm hazel eyes and a warmth he hasn't felt with anyone else in a long time.

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[ravenclawfromohio]

Sneaking Around (Bill Weasley)

You and Bill have been together for a while now, but still, sneaking into each other’s rooms is never easy.

I cringe as the stair creaks under my weight.

After a few seconds and no movement, I deem it safe to open one eye. Then another.

Quietly, and even more carefully now, I make my way up the stairs of the burrow until I come to the 2nd to last floor.

Above me lies the attic, and I can just make out the sounds of Ron snoring through the thin walls.

God bless you Harry, I think to myself. I can’t imagine having to fall asleep listening to all that ruckus.

The door lets out a little creak even as I attempt to open it as gently as possible.

It’s like entering a blast from the past. Vintage posters line the walls. In the corner stands an old dresser, and in the center of the room, underneath the only window, lies a small twin bed. A red checkers blanket lies rumpled, the lump in the bed moving upon hearing my entrance.

Bill peeks out from underneath the comforter, then moves up, allowing the blanket to fall lower, exposing his well-toned abs to me.

He leans back on one hand, the other coming up to rub his eyes.

I move closer, sharing a secret smile with him as he scoots back and lifts the blanket. It’s a quiet invitation that I have no qualm in taking.

‘Well this is a nice surprise,’ he whispers, pecking my temple affectionately. ‘I didn’t expect for you to take my suggestions so literally.’

I take my time answering, instead choosing to meet him halfway in a kiss as my hands massage down his chest.

‘And are you mad about it?’

‘Mad? How could I be mad?’

I chuckle softly as he moves to kiss down my neck, starting at my ear and stopping just short of my collarbone.

But we freeze when a loud thump sounds from below.

Images flash through my head. Visions of a screeching Molly Weasley coming at me in her nightgown, wielding a ladle and going on and on about propriety.

It feels like hours, but could really only be seconds, as we wait with bated breath. Then, we both deflate, the tension seeping from our bones as our strained ears are met with nothing but silence.

Then we settle down. The night is full of barely-there kisses, soft touches, and gentle caresses of any visible skin.

That's how I fall asleep, snuggled so close I'm nearly on top of him, his scent invading my nose from where my head's tucked securely in the nape of his neck.

..............................................................................................................................

‘Well, well, well, what do we have here?’

The voices are identical, and I groan as I blink blearily at them.

The twins.

Urgh. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wonder why exactly it is they’ve chosen to bother me so early in the morning.

That is until the pillow I’m lying on moves, and the arm slung over my waist tights, forcing me to snuggle further into Bill’s warm body. Bill’s warm body?

I shoot up at the realization, smacking Bill awake and snatching the blanket up to cover me in the process.

He shoots up behind me, hands coming to rest on my waist as he shoots daggers at his brothers.

‘Who let you two in here? And where the hell’s Charlie? He was supposed to watch the door.’

Charlie suddenly appears at the door, out of breath and panting.

‘Sorry guys, I tried, I really did.’

‘So,’ one of the twins starts, drawing out the word as he wriggles his eyebrows at me.

‘How long has this been going on?’

‘Just started,’ I say, at the same time Bill says ‘two years.’

‘Two years!’ The twins ask, jaws dropping. ‘But you were still in Hogwarts then?’

‘Yeah…?’

‘No, that’s great. We’re happy for you guys.’

They turn as another shriek from Molly bellows up from the kitchen below.

‘Can’t believe Bill’s secret is that he’s been sneaking girls into his room.’

‘Oi,’ Bill yells, throwing a baseball hat at the twins as they duck for cover.

‘It’s only one girl!’

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[biancasreign]

CODY RHODES | GALA NIGHT

"Baby!"

"Can you come zip this dress for me?" Giselle called out to her husband as she finished applying her makeup.

"You look beautiful. This is the dress I brought you?" He asked as she turned around to face him.

"Mmh, this is the one you surprised me with in Paris. I can't believe how much my body has filled in so much." She smiled and rubbed her small stomach that was visible in the dress.

"The weight looks good on you babe." He told her before stepping back and allowing her to look into the mirror.

She ran her hands over the smooth material of the emerald green dress that clung to her body. She loved how the bottom of the dress was hemmed to show off her toned legs.

"These the shoes you're wearing? I don’t wanna hear you feet are hurting Giselle." He pointed towards the four inch silver strapped heels that sat on the vanity chest.

"Yeah, and I'm going to be sitting the whole time so that's fine!" She said as he lifted up her dress and placed her foot on his lap.

"Stop! You always wanna get something started!" She lightly pushed his arm as he rubbed up her thighs and back down to her foot.

"It's not my fault you look all good, skin all glistening and smooth." He sucked his teeth and strapped her heels for her.

"Is Gianna dressed? Do they need my help getting her ready?" She asked referring to their personal styling crew.

"They got her babe, but go ahead and help anyways because I know how you are."

“And be careful on those stairs.” He told her.

Slowly walking down the steps Giselle held onto the banister and made her way into the glam room where Gianna was sitting in a mini pink directors style chair getting her toes painted.

"Mommy, you look so pretty! Like a princess!" The girl gasped at her mom making everyone turn towards her.

"Thank you baby. You look pretty too." She leaned down the best she could and kissed her cheek.

Gianna Dream Rhodes was the couples oldest child and she was a literal spilting image of her mom. From her smooth chocolate skin to her huge almond shaped eyes and perfect teeth, she was the mini version of Giselle.

At times Giselle hated how much they were alike because her attitude reminded her too much of her own.She hated scolding her for it because she could almost understand her attitude but wouldn't tolerate the disrespect.

"Are we leaving soon?" She asked.

"Mmh, as soon as your toes dry." Giselle nodded her head and took a seat in one of the empty chairs.

Tonight Cody was receiving an award for all the work he's done for the community and the foundation threw him a huge gala event to celebrate.

Every year during the holidays the couple would do huge food drives and give people in need everything they needed to be satisfied for the upcoming holiday.

There was a variety of things they did for others because it extremely important to give back to the community in their eyes.

"Hi TT!" Gianna yell making Giselle look up from her phone and see Cody’s sister, Tara walking into the room.

"Hey Auntie's girl, you look so pretty." She smiled done at her before making her way over to Giselle.

"Giselle, how are you?"

"I'm doing alright T. You look pretty.” She smiled while looking over her appearance. Her blonde hair was styled in an updo allowing her slender face to be shown. She was dressed in a baby blue dress that came just above her knees and fitted her small curves.

“Thank you sister.”

"Look all my favorites in one room." Cody walked in and placed a kiss on his sisters cheek before picking up Gianna.

"You like my polish daddy?" She asked him.

"Of course, it looks beautiful." He kissed her cheek once more before placing her on the ground.

"Y'all ready to go?"

"Mmh, come on Gigi."

Gianna grabbed her hand as they exited the house and walked down the stairs to the metal gate where the car was waiting for them.

"Thank you." She spoke to chauffeur as he held the door open and allowed Giana to climb inside, her puffy taking up extra space as she sat down.

"Everyone alright back there?" Cody turned to face us from the passenger seat.

"Yup, we're good babe." She nodded.

-

A few hours later

"Y'all look just alike when y'all are tired." Tara said as she looked over at us with a laugh.

"You know we can't hang sis." Giselle laughed before letting out a yawn and rubbing her hand over Gianna's hair.

"Gigi, you tired baby?

It was about ten at night and the family had been at the gala event for a few hours now. Cody gave his speech and also donated a good amount of money to the Children's Foundation which was an organization close to their hearts.

They walked around with Cody after the speech and spoke to a few of their closest friends and family members before Cody mingled around and thanked everyone.

Gigi and Giselle decided to sit down because Giselle’s feet were killing her and Gigi was tired of talking to people she didn't know.

"Mmh." She mumbled tiredly before letting out a yawn, laying her head on her mothers arm again.

"Okay, let's go find daddy." Giselle said as she grabbed her hand. Eventually they found him talking to a few of his friends and people who put the event together.

"What's up G?" Randy, his best friend spoke as they walked over to them.

"Hey Randy, I see you got it going on with this suit." I motioned towards his crisp and perfectly tailored suit.

"You know I gotta be clean at all times. Gianna youre not gonna say hi to me?" He joked while clacking her beads together making her she push his hand playfully.

"Stop it." She whined.

"She's tired." Giselle laughed as she let go of her hand and let her walk over to Cody. If she wasn't sleepy she would be all over Randy because he was her favorite person. She loved her godfather more than anything.

"Daddy." Gianna mumbled and reached her arms out for him to pick her up.

"Y'all okay?" He asked while picking her up like she wanted him to. She was beyond a daddy's girl and could win him over whenever she wanted.

"I mean we're fine but a little tired." Giselle said letting a yawn slip out and he laughed.

"Let me thank these people and we can go." He rubbed his wife’s back before making his way over to the microphone still holding Gianna. Both Giselle and Tara offered to take her but he brushed them off and said it was fine.

"I would just like to thank all of you for coming out and celebrating this achievement with me. It's an honor to be accepting this award for all my hard work." He started off saying.

"Most importantly I would like to thank my beautiful wife for being there every step of the way because none of this would be possible with her." He said and she smiled as everyone clapped their hands.

"Once again thank you everyone for being here but as you can see it's about time for me to go." He pointed towards a sleeping Gianna making some people coo and others laugh as he held his baby girl.

"Help yourselves to the refreshments and enjoy the rest of your night." He spoke before handing someone the microphone. He made sure to speak to Randy before making his way over to his family.

"You did amazing babe." Giselle kissed his lips.

"Thank you baby." He smiled.