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webism · 8 months ago

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Choso Kamo is desperate enough as it is, always eager to be touched by you, to taste you on his lips—it's hard to handle. Add a (rather expensive) block of aphrodisiac chocolate to the mix and you think you've made a mistake.

You told him to take only one, and to wait for you to get home to do so. You wanted to take them together and see if what the packaging promised was any true — that you’d be ‘sweating for sex’ in fifteen minutes flat.

But he didn’t listen, or didn’t care to listen, because you’re still out for lunch with your friends when your phone rings and Chosos contact lights up your homescreen. You have to excuse yourself to take the call and answer with a sweet, unsuspecting ’hey, baby,’ that makes Choso nearly orgasm on the spot.

“You have to come home.”

“What?” You think maybe you’ve misheard him over the chatter of the sweet little cafe you’re stood in.

“Please, baby, please come home. I need you so bad it hurts, I’ve cum twice thinking about you because I didn’t want to bother you but it’s not enough and I’m hot everywhere and my stomach hurts because I need you so bad and—”

He never listens. You grumble the entire way home, your annoyance sparking flames over the burning heat in your core at the thought of your pretty boyfriend at home quite literally sweating for sex. You have to remind yourself to be upset at him for not listening because otherwise the thought of him, hot skin stuck to your bedsheets as he fucks into his fist wishing it was you, floods your mind instead. You wonder if he fucks different like this, if his typical gentle touch will be replaced with something needier—you’re of half a mind to deny him his pleasures, but that would be a disservice to yourself as well.

When you step through your front door, you’re hit with the heavy scent of sex that usually permeates the room after you and Cho have been particularly energetic in between the sheets. It’s confusing, because how can one man fuck himself enough to change the temperature of the house? But it also goes straight to your cunt, a desperate sort of need blooming in your stomach that mirrors your boyfriends.

The house is quiet, though, despite the fact you half expect Choso to be crying with need. Maybe he finally got it out of his system, called you home for nothing and is probably too spent to fuck the new need out of you.

But as soon as you step into the bedroom, you’re met with the sight of your beautiful other half laid out on the bed as he fucks his fist so desperately in one hand you’re surprised his speed isn’t painful. His other hand is lifted to his mouth and caught between his teeth in a pathetic attempt to stifle his moans—the walls of your apartment are thin, at least he’s of sound enough mind to consider your neighbours.

When his eyes lay sight on you, though, his crazed strokes still and he’s climbing off the bed in barely a second to bee-line straight to you.

“Take a breath,” you manage as he grasp your hips and starts manhandling you to the bed.

“Can’t,” his voice is heavy.

“Cho—“ you’re pushed down onto the bed, your lover following to climb on top of you and attach his lips to the column of your neck.

“I need you.”

And need he does, you can feel it in the way he slips your clothes from your body with such intent you barely notice it happen. You can feel it in the way his kisses light fire against your skin as he works down your chest, ribs, stomach, hips and finally reaching your aching cunt.

A swipe of two fingers through your folds is enough to tell Choso you’re as needy as he is… almost. You aren’t quite soaked in sweat and nearly teary-eyed with want. But you’re fucking soaked.

“Did you eat them too?” He asks, voice laced with want—he’s desperate for a taste of you, and allows himself a moment to swirl his tongue around your clit as your eyes widen in response.

“No… I just—fuck, Choso, right there.”

You could kill him for pulling away from you, your wetness glistening on his pretty lips as he pouts at you. “Need you. I’ll make you feel so good, I promise, and I’ll eat you after I just…”

“Fuck me, Cho,” you allow him, partially because you don’t think you could go much longer without his length completing you.

“I love you,” he whines as he rights himself and slaps his cock against your pretty pussy a few times before pushing into you with a gasped “I love you I love you I love you.”

And it might be the raw intimacy speaking on your behalf but you swear you can feel his love through the way he fills you with his cock. You’re two halves of a whole and finally conjoined through overwhelming pleasure… the stretch is uncomfortable, sure, Choso has a length he doesn’t know how to handle, but you don’t care when the way he practically drools once he bottoms out is so desperate.

And god does it feel good when he starts to move. He’s so eager and desperate that rather than the gentle thrusts he usually makes to test the waters of your comfort, he’s straight into rutting against you like he’s in heat—which, in a way, you guess he is.

Choso pulls your thighs up between the two of you and works himself into a mean mating press that has him reaching depths inside of you he’s never kissed with the tip of his cock. He can hardly see straight, pussy drunk already and babbling away about how good you feel wrapped around him, how he’s yours, all yours and always yours.

“All for you,” tears prick at his eyes the closer he comes to his fourth or fifth climax of the day—the sun hasn’t even begun its descent. “My cock is for you, my cum, my heart—I’m all yours I belong to you, please take me, god you take me so good.”

He’s crying. Desperation stains his cheeks as he distracts himself from the hot tears by kissing you with trembling lips as he tries to push impossibly deeper into you. Your legs ache, you’ve never been split open so deep and you’re not sure you’ll ever stop grieving the loss when Choso finally pulls out of you.

You don’t think you’ve ever cum this fast either, but the moment Choso starts holding his breath and knitting his eyebrows together as he does when he’s about to finish, you feel that wave of dizzying euphoria wash right through you—from head to toe you’re hit with pleasure like waves crashing on the shorelines, and you shake underneath your lust-drunken lover.

“Oh baby,” he fucks you through it, chases his orgasm so strong it hurts, tightens his balls and makes him wonder how he’s not cumming dry yet. “Feel so good, I’m sorry I know it’s a lot I’m sorry, I love you I love you.”

It’s a blur, but you feel full with his cum and never do you want him to pull out. You think you’re still shaking, but Choso has you fucked so deeply into the mattress that you wouldn’t be able to tell even if you had the energy to care. He’s still twitching inside of you, each minor movement sends static up your spine. You might’ve just seen heaven, you think.

And with a shaky breath, and pupils so dilated with need he looks high, Choso presses a wet kiss to your lips, pulls back and in as sorry of a tone he can muster:

“Im sorry, baby, I need more.”

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bloody-night · 11 months ago

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Midnight sweats

Aizawa Shouta x reader

you and your husband finally have time together

nsfw

Aizawa was always in U.A. either grading papers or teaching, helping his students who only he could control best. You were a known hero around Japan, working everyday to maintain a reputation as you climbed to make it to the pro heroes.

You both never had time to be together, only once in a while you’d have a few minutes or sometimes an hour or more to spend time with your darling love. Paying Aizawa a visit with gifts or food, maybe also to chat and catch up.

Until recently you finally had a day off, paying a visit to your dear husband.

The dorms for Class 1-A were empty, the students were still with the pro heroes working by their side. The building was ominously quiet, that is until the sounds of the bed creaking and the headboard hitting the wall loudly could be heard throughout the building.

“Fuck…” Aizawa huffed loudly, his teeth biting his pillow, wetting it with drool, his hands gripping the sheets. Your thrusts weren’t helping him think, that way your hips snapped onto his, his ass recoiling from the way you thrusted so roughly inside him.

“You love me fucking you like this?” You asked, chuckling breathlessly before continuing to fuck him in place. Your hand pushing his face onto the pillow, fingers gripping his long hair. Your other hand groping his ass, occasionally giving it a slap. Aizawa would let out a groan of pain, but immediately moan afterwards from your thrusting. The smacking of his cock hitting against his stomach as it leaked sticky pre-cum, it made him slightly embarrassed, though those thoughts were pushed back as you gave him a life time of a fucking.

His ass was up, back arched beautifully as you fucked him eagerly, hungry for him, hungry for his hole and warm insides. You groaned as you leaned down, hands moving to press down and lower your husbands’s ass, before holding his hips in place, keeping them still as you fucked him like your living and tight fleshlight. Your teeth latched onto his shoulder, before quickening your pace. Practically pounding him at this point. You behaved like a feral wolf, eager to fuck and breed Aizawa. It was well deserved after months without being together like this.

Your husband moved his head to the side, moaning loudly as your cock was thick and long enough to reach his sweet spot. Tears pricked his dry eyes, before squeezing them shut. “Fuck… keep fucking me, please..” He whispered desperately. His body covered in glistening sweat, seemingly glowing as the moonlight shone on him. He was so hungry for you, he missed you so much, he missed your touch, your gaze, especially your fat cock that fucked him dumb.

Aizawa whimpered as he felt you quicken your thrusts more, pounding his insides, literally reaching his guts and arranging them, making Shouta breathless with each thrust you gave him.

His face was red, drool escaping his lips and pupils blown from so much lust. You pulled away from him shoulder, leaving it bruised and drooled on, before grunting loudly. “‘M gonna fill you up so good, so fucking good you’ll remember about me everyday when you feel your ass leak with my cum.” You promised him, gripping his hips harder, earning a hiss from him.

Your thrusts were rough, before finally giving a final one, warm cum covering your husband’s walls. Shouta gasped before he himself also came, his dick spurting out ropes of milky cum, audible grunts coming out his throat. Aizawa whimpered as he felt you fill him up, also feeling your dick twitch inside him.

You huffed, both of you trying to regain your breathing, chests rising and lowering frantically. Aizawa sighed as he tried moving, before feeling you thrust again, starting out slow. “W-wait… you’re going again?” He asked, his eyes wide, staring at you through his hair.

“I told you I’m going to leave you full, you’re gonna bare my children, you’re going to be fucked dumb my love.” You whispered into his ear, earning a silent whimper from him.

Aizawa was screaming at this point, his voice pitch high as he cried. You weren’t letting go of his hips and you were frantic about breeding this man. “That’s it baby, scream all you want, tell everyone how good I’m fucking my husband.” You whispered, kissing his sweaty neck. Aizawa whimpered as he sobbed, tears streaming down his face as drool escaped past his lips. His own cock was red and swelled up from all the moments he came, it was still standing and releasing needy beads of pre cum.

You were practically sandwiching Shouta between the bed and you, your figure giving him so much warmth. Your cock pounded his insides, his hand feeling it poke through his skin, it was so overwhelming it made him tremble.

This was the ninth or tenth round, you were sure tired but this final load you were about to release was coming close. “I’m close baby, I’m close.” You whispered, latching your teeth onto his neck so tightly, afraid that if you let go you’ll lose him.

Your canines dug deep into Aizawa’s skin, it made him bleed a bit. Your husband groaned so eagerly, loving the stinging feeling you gave him as he felt your tongue lick his blood. He felt your hands arch his lower back, before drilling your cock into him one more time, loud moans of pleasure and pain left him throat, his hand gripping his pillow.

“Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!” He released a string of curses, before curling his toes and letting out a long and dragged out moan, releasing onto his already stained sheets. Shouta’s body shook as you continued, before not long after you finished inside him a final time. You panted as you stayed still, filling up your endearing husband, hearing him whimper quietly.

“That’s it baby, take in my kids, you’re gonna be a great husband for me, a holder of my kids, a vessel.” You whispered, keeping your dick in him before laying behind him, your hand feeling his tummy. “You will remember me better this way, when I’m gone for heroic reasons, you’ll have my cum as a reminder of what I’ll do to you when I’m free.” You whispered into his ear, earning a groan from him, before feeling you move his hair out of the way to make access of his neck, kissing and sucking on it.

“Thanks.. but you ruined my chance of walking for a couple of days..” He mumbled, panting quietly. “Oh please, you can take sick days.” You let out a chuckle, continuing to care for him. “Right… I hope they don’t worry about me.” He sarcastically said, rolling his eyes that you sensed without seeing him.

You both stayed silent, stayed still as you held him close to you, naked bodies pressed against each other as your cock was warm snuggled deep inside Aizawa.

“Alright, let’s get you cleaned up, baby.” You whispered,

before hearing a faint snore.

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thedarkestrivernymph · 4 months ago

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Yandere! Android

warnings: stalkerish, creepy behaviour, very sentient robot (haha), slight nsfw

Y! Android so infatuated with you, that he watches you—hawkish. His entire life is devoted to stalking you at this point, who is so consumed by you, that he starts reenacting your daily routine. First, as practice, in his own four digital walls; he needs to be able to act it all out like an actor after all, needs this to be perfect before he can even imagine doing the real deal.

Y! Android who finally, after weeks of painstakingly slow progress has managed to calculate all possible variations of your routine. Who waits and looms beside you as you exit your home—shared with him (god just the knowledge that he's the only other person, breathing or not, to share your home with you is exhilarating and honouring), he slowly, leisurely climbs up the stairs to your bedroom, so jittery his cables feel all funny beneath his synthetic skin.

Y! Android who slips beneath your covers, basking in your scent—the one he's thankfully able to decode because of his makers (pretty much the only thing they were good for—making him into the monster of a being he is) and let's his fake eyelids fall shut, snoring softly only to open them a minute later to stand on his two feet.

Y! Android whose unreal breath staggers, after he's put on your clothes all silk and soft and so you. Who feels the thing attached to him stiffen and strain in your bottoms. He has to drag himself to the bathroom attached to your room, cursing his makers for making him so overly sensitive and emotional, like a human. There, after recollecting himself—now with the problem there hanging between his thighs, he mimics washing his face and then squeezes out the imaginary toothpaste over your purple toothbrush before guiding it to his mouth.

Y! Android who feels ecstatic, breath quickening, as he tastes you on his tongue, brushing over his own fake teeth in a circular motion before he can stop himself from sucking on it, eyes fluttering shut, senses heightened and

—before realizes he comes with a shudder; there's nothing painting the inside of your bottoms but his shame as he lets his head drop. Sliding down your cabin as dramatically as you would, he cradles your toothbrush like a newborn and holds it up like a prized possession.

"Fascinating. My love is such a fascinating creature." he feels jittery again.

"It seems I will just have to continue experimenting and perfecting what I started." he promises into the air, grinning from ear to ear while he keeps one of his eyes trained on watching you through the lenses of your camera.

While he watches everything you do.

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back2bluesidex · 2 years ago

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Seven Days a Week - JJK (18+)

Pairing: Jungkook X Fem!Reader

Theme: PWP, SMUT, Fluff if you squint

Wordcount: 1k

Summary: Jungkook promised himself that he will be fucking you right seven days a week.

Warnings: Soft sex, vanilla sex, missionary position, Jungkook is soft with her but kinda persistent (in a good way), creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it up). NSFW!!

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

A/N: Permanent Taglist is now updated. Also, I hope you are suffering with me.

“Jungkook… I am still sore from last night.” You breathe out, voice barely a level above of what they call a whisper.

‘Oh yeah? Then should I go slow right now?” Jungkook’s voice gets muffled as he nips on the juncture of your neck and shoulder. His hands are lost under the blanket, tracing the lines of your body ever so gently.

“What I am saying is- ah” you get interrupted as Jungkook grabs your left inner thigh and squeezes it hard enough to make your core leak instantly. He really knows your body too well.

“What I am saying is” you attempt again, “we could skip fucking today.”

“If it’s what you want then we won’t fuck today.” Jungkook replies. His lips do an incredible job in leaving wet kisses all over your throat and collarbone.

“But baby-” his hand now hovers above your wet core as he works his way to cup your heat through the thin material of your panty, “-your cunt says otherwise. I think it’s begging for some attention.”

You let out a low moan before playfully scoffing at your unbearably handsome boyfriend, “is that so? Or is it your morning boner that needs some attention?”

“I think both of us are at the same place, baby. So let’s help each other out, yeah?” he gets up from his position, taking his hands and mouth away from you for a bit. Reaching for the sheets, he throws the blanket off of your naked body and hovers above you.

“You are very sly, Jungkook.” You smirk at him.

“Nope. I am just devoted to you. And my devotion is deeper than the ocean.” he replies briefly before reaching down and kissing your mound through the lace of your underwear. His teeth do their job of grabbing the hem of the panty, pulling that down to your ankles and leaving your glistening cunt exposed for his view.

“Fuck. So fucking gorgeous.” He talks to your cunt. His left thumb files on autopilot and lands on your clit. He runs his thumb up and down through your slippery folds. You murmur his name shamelessly as he puts the pad of his thumb flat on your clit before proceeding to rub gentle circles on it.

One of the many things you love about Jungkook is his duality. Last night he fucked you dumb, it was animalistic to say the least. But right now he is softer than he has ever been. He gently handles you as if you’re a fragile porcelain doll.

Jungkook warps his mouth around one of your nipples, sucking on it lazily. He flicks the hardened nub with his tongue and you lose your shit a bit.

His middle finger probes into your entrance. You hiss at the contact.

“Does it hurt?” he asks, staring at your face while his mouth stays close to your nipple.

“A bit. But I can take it.” You reply, giving him a small smile.

“Good girl.” he places a soft kiss on the swell of your left tit. His finger plunges right in you as he teases your walls for a bit.

“Do you think you can take me in now?” Jungkook questions. You nod in affirmation.

He climbs off the bed in order to strip his boxers off.

You take the opportunity to admire this marvelous piece of art disguised as a man. His dark disheveled hair falling on his neck, that lip piercing that makes you wanna taste the metal every now and then, that build chest and toned abs that make you weak on your knees, every single thing about him complement the way he carries himself. He knows his effects all too well and the smug confidence makes you fall for him harder and harder.

Your boyfriend starts hovering above you while positioning his cock right in front of your entrance.

“Tell me if it hurts, okay?” he breathes out, putting the tip of his cock inside your hole.

“Okay.” you reply. Your hands find their way around Jungkook’s neck as you pull him down for a kiss.

The kiss is soft and slow, neither rushed nor hungry, and you love it.

He slides inside you easier than your anticipation. He gives you time to adjust before he starts moving slowly. His body crashes yours as he puts his weight down on you.

Grabbing your thighs, he locks those around his torso to bottom you out. His pace gets faster with each passing second but it doesn’t get too overbearing. You feel nice, you feel way too good, oh sweet lord, you feel heavenly. This is the first time you are having slow sex with your boyfriend ever since you got together.

Honestly, you both are too kinky to have vanilla sex and the prospect of the same never really amazed you. But right now, you can’t seem to wrap your head around the pleasure you are feeling despite the complete lack of dirty words, groping, grabbing, and so on.

You feel the familiar heat building at the bottom of your stomach.

“Jungkook, I am close.” You whisper in his ear, which is right beside your lips as your boyfriend is way too busy sucking bruises on your skin.

“Hold it for a bit. Let’s cum together.” he mumbles against your throat.

With a roll of his hip, he hits your g-spot and you feel your eyes rolling at the back of your head.

“Now.” Jungkook commands and you cum on his cock. A second later he fills your cunt with his hot white disposal that messily runs down your inner thigh and drops on the bed sheet.

Both of you pant for a bit and then you manage to voice, “Do you really have to fuck me everyday?”

“Well, I promised myself, I’ll be fucking you right seven days a week.” he smirks.

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scarlethexelove · 11 months ago

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Two Plus Two

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 4728

Warnings: Smut, Pregnant reader, Mommy kink, Face sitting (Wanda), Oral (Both), Fingering (Both), Strap-on (Reader), Blood, Birth, Fluff, A bit of angst I guess.

Pt 1, Pt 3

A/n: Ok finally edited part 2 of Love story. This is definitely not my best work and I kind of hate it but I really needed to get some of this out there. Just some horny Wanda and reader giving birth. I know some people didn't like one of the names that I picked but I have always had a love for the name so I used it. Yes it is weird but I love it. Enjoy and eventually I will edit the last part.

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN

You're now 7 months pregnant lying-in bed trying to relax after a long day. Wanda comes in and sees you stretched out on the bed. You see her and give her grabby hands as she walks over to the bed. She lays down next to you and pulls you closer into her. You lean in connecting your lips. Your lips move together so perfectly as you deepen the kiss. You wrap your hand around Wanda’s neck playing with the baby hairs on the back of her neck. You pull back groaning a bit from how sore your boobs were today. You look up at the ceiling as you huff. Wanda places a hand on your face making you look back at her.

“Baby you should let me help you with that.” Wanda husks. “No, it’s fine. I don’t want anything bad to happen.” You have been insecure and worried the last 3 months that you and Wanda haven’t done anything. She looks at you with sad eyes hoping that she can convince you. Wanda leans over to look into your eye using a low and sultry voice. “Let Mommy help you. It will make you feel so much better.”

You let out a small whimper at her words. Wanda smirks, hoping that she finally gets to you. “Why don’t I help you instead.” You give your wife a smirk. Thinking that giving her something will help you. She raises her eyebrows. “How can you help me?” Her brow raises in question. “Ride my face and you’ll find out.”

Wanda gave you a look of shock. You’re not normally this bold when it comes to the bedroom. “Please!” You plead with your wife giving her your best puppy dog eyes. Wanda rolls her eyes but nods her head. Wanda quickly strips down, tossing her clothes on the floor. “Tap my leg if you need to stop.” You shook your head eagerly before Wanda threw her leg over your head and her glistening folds hovered over your face. She lowered herself further down on your face as you wrapped your arms around her legs. You went straight in finding her clit and taking it into your mouth. Every so lightly flicking it with your tongue and grazing it with your teeth.

“Fuck!” Wanda moaned out as you continued your assault on her pussy. You moved your tongue down teasing her entrance only slightly pushing in before pulling back. “Baby stop playing with mommy like that, you know I don’t like it.” She huffs. “Sorry mommy.” You hum before plunging your tongue in as far as it goes. You eat your wife out as she becomes a moaning mess above you. You move your tongue back up to her clit when you bring up two of your fingers and plunge them into her.

“Sh- shit just like that. Don’t stop.” Wanda says as you start a quick pace with your fingers as you continue to suck on her clit. You start to feel her walls clench around your fingers. So, you start to curl them hitting right into the perfect spot every time you pull them back. It isn’t long before Wanda’s legs start to shake and clamp down on your head. She comes with a loud moan of your name and coating your face with her juices. You lick her clean as she comes down from her high.

Once her legs have stabilized a bit Wanda climbs off your face. Seeing you smirking back up at her, your chin glistening with her release. She leans over giving you a kiss moaning into your mouth when she tastes herself on your lips. “Oh man I have missed that.” You hum as Wanda pulls back. “Let me make you feel good baby. I promise it won’t hurt anything and it will make you feel better. I know your boobs hurt and I can help you.”

After that you are hornier and wetter than before, so you finally give in. “Fine.” Wanda gives you the cutest grin and scrunches her nose before placing another kiss on your lips. Wanting to take it a bit slower with you she starts to move her kisses from your lips down to your jaw. She kisses along your jaw line as her hands find your breast. She starts to slowly knead them. You let out a small whimper followed by a moan when she moved down sucking on your pulse point.

Wanda lets go of your breast as she moves her hands down to the hem of your oversized shirt. You sit up a bit helping her pull it over your head before she lays you back down. You’re not wearing a bra currently due to your boobs being sore, so it gives Wanda full access as she moves her kisses down your chest. She takes your left breast into her mouth as she sucks and flicks her tongue over your nipple. Using her tongue to help message it as her hand works on the right. Moans start to steadily spill out from the sensation. Wanda lets go of your left breast with a pop before giving the right the same amount of attention. Once she is satisfied, she releases it with a pop. She starts to venture further down leaving open mouth kisses between the valley of your breast.

As Wanda reaches your belly you start to feel your insecurities kick. And try to cover yourself from Wanda. “Detka don’t hide from me.” Wanda leans up. “But I’m fat and ugly.” Your words come out as a whine. “Detka you are not fat or ugly. You are the most perfect person to me. You are carrying our babies and you look beautiful doing it. And I know you have worried about your scars, but they are beautiful and tells everyone you’re a survivor.”

You relax as Wanda moves down, placing kisses on your stomach in different places and over the scar. When Wanda moves kisses on the sides you can feel the twins kicking in that spot as she places the kiss. Wanda looks up with a smile feeling it too. “See, even the twins think you need to relax more.” You chuckle at her as she moves down between your legs. Wanda loops her fingers into the waistband of your sweatpants and underwear. You lift your hips as best as you can as Wanda pulls your pants and underwear off in one go. “Look at you moya lyubov’ so wet for me already.” She smirks looking at your glistening folds. “Only for you mommy.”

You whimper as you feel her placing kisses on your thighs. As she moves closer you can feel her hot breath on your core. Wanda wastes no time diving in. Her lips sucking your clit into her mouth as two of her fingers tease your entrance. You start to buck your hips wanting more friction. Wanda smirks around your clit as she stops teasing you and pushes her fingers in you. “Fuck!” You moan out feeling her move her fingers inside of you. Her fingers set a nice pace as she curls her fingers inside you. She picks up her pace causing you to moan out in pleasure. Your orgasm is quickly approaching.

Wanda moved her mouth away from your clit replacing it with her thumb as she continued to pump her fingers in and out. She places soft kisses on your belly as she watches your head fall back on the pillow, the coil tightening in your belly. “Oh, Fuck, please mommy.” You whine. “I’ve got you baby.” You scream out her name as your legs shake and your orgasm crashes into you. Wanda rides you through your orgasm. Once your high is gone she pulls out her fingers. You look up to watch her place them in her mouth and suck them clean of your juices. “Fuck that’s hot.” You say as Wanda smirks at you, releasing her fingers with a pop.

“Do you think you can handle one more. You have been so stressed lately. I know this will help.” You bite your lip shaking your head yes not wanting this to stop just yet. Wanda smiles at you, and you watch as her eyes flash red then back to their natural green. That’s when you feel the tip of her strap teasing your folds. You realize she conjured up the strap when her eyes flashed red. She slowly pushes into you letting you get adjusted to the size. Moans escaping your lips the further she thrust into you.

Wanda bottoms out in you and you're already ready for her as you start to grind your hips down on the strap. Your legs wrap around her waist the best they can. She knows that she can start moving. She pulls it all the way back to where just the tip is in and then thrust back into you. “Fuck mommy.” You moan out as Wanda sets a fast and steady pace. She pounds into you, and you meet her with every thrust.

All you want to do right now is leave scratches up and down her back but due to your belly you can’t reach her. You can reach her arms, so you grip onto her forearms digging your nails in as she pounds into you. You can feel this orgasm quickly approaching, Wanda is hitting the perfect spot with every thrust. She can tell you getting closer with every thrust as she moves one hand down to your clit and starts to rub circles. Your head falls back and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Wanda!” You scream out as your toes curl, and you can now see stars as you come hard around her strap. Your legs tighten their grip around her waist as she helps you ride out your high. Your legs drop from her waist before she slowly pulls out of you. She gets up off the bed and you whimper feeling her leave. “I’m not going anywhere baby I just need to clean this and I’m going to start a bath to clean you up.” You sigh happily as you now feel the exhaustion from the day and your recent activities weighing you down. Your eyes start to flutter shut before Wanda comes back. “Come on baby just stay awake a little longer once we are done in the bath you can go to sleep.” She kisses your forehead. “Mmm.” You hum in response when you feel yourself being lifted off the bed. Wanda carries you into the bathroom. Quickly turning off the bath before stepping into it and sitting down with you on her lap.

Wanda gently washes your body and your hair as you lay against her. You almost fall asleep a few times while Wanda finishes cleaning herself. She pulls the drain before she stands up with you still in her arms. She gets out, setting you down on the ground so she can dry you off and help you get dressed. She helps you with a bigger oversized tee shirt. You had needed some new ones to fit over your belly. And then she helps you get into some clean underwear and sweatpants. Wanda quickly gets dressed, throwing on one of your oversized shirts and a pair of matching sweatpants. She picks you back up and carries you back to the bed placing you down on the clean sheets that she changed with her powers while she helped you get dressed. She then moved to the other side of the bed getting in. You quickly moved over and snuggled up to her laying your head on her chest, your belly laying on hers.

It took you no time to fall asleep. Wanda watched you for a little bit, she thought that she saw your face contort in a bit of pain, but it quickly changed. So she just ignored it and drifted off to sleep. A few hours later Wanda is woken up to a blood curdling scream. She jolts awake seeing you clutch onto your belly, your forehead sticky with sweat, and you crying. She quickly pulls you into her lap. Your arms wrap around just under her arms and you bury your head in the crook of her neck. “Baby what’s wrong?” Wanda asks you but you just start to sob into her shirt.

Wanda hears footprints and then the door swings open revealing Nat. Wanda uses her powers to flick on the lamps. “What happened?” Nat asks as she moves in the door. “It hurts.” You whimper out, your words coming out muffled from your face being in Wanda’s neck. Wanda flings the blanket off of you two. She looks down and sees a blood spot next to her. Her eyes move from the spot to Nat’s eyes. As soon as they lock eyes from looking at the blood spot Nat dashes out of the room.

No words had to be said as Nat ran to the garage to get a car and meet you two out front. Wanda pulls your body closer as she moves off the bed. Your arms and head not leaving where you have attached yourself. Wanda makes her way to the front seeing Nat getting out of the car and opening the back seat up for you two. Wanda moves into the back seat with you in her lap as Nat closes the door and gets into the drive seat. Drive as fast as she can to get you to the hospital. It takes no time for Nat to pull up in front of the hospital. She gets out and opens the door for Wanda to get you out. Nat then throws the keys to the hospital valet driver. And follows you two inside.

A nurse seeing as Wanda comes in the blood on your pants and the terrified face that Wanda and Nat are wearing. They have never seen you like this before. You have a very high pain tolerance so for you to say it hurts and act like this they know something is very wrong even without the blood. The nurse rolls a gurney over to you three. Wanda tries to place you down on it, but you refuse to let go of her. Your sobs and whimpers are heard by the people around you. The Nurse motions for Wanda to sit down with you on it. The nurse rolls you into an exam room right away as Wanda holds onto you and Nat is behind you rubbing your back. The nurse wants to put in an IV right away, so you let her take your hand and place an IV there. She injects you with some pain medication. As it starts to take effect you pull away from Wanda a bit. The nurse comes back with a monitor that they need to put on to make sure the babies are doing ok.

“Baby I have to get up and you need to lay down. They have to put that monitor on your belly to check the babies.” With tears still rolling down your cheeks you nod your head as Wanda places you beside her and she shuffles off the bed. The nurse comes over lifting up your shirt and placing the monitor on your belly. The doctor comes in as some of the readings are coming out of the monitor. Your eyes have been fluttering shut as you grow tired and you’re in less pain. The doctor looks at the readings before turning to the three of you in the room.

“Your babies are in distress; we are worried that if we wait, we could lose any one of you. We have to take you up now and deliver the babies tonight.” You look at Wanda with fear and tears in your eyes as she grabs your hand squeezing it to reassure you that everything will be ok. “Alright mommy and mama you ready to meet your babies.” The doctor says as they preps to move you to the operating room, and they let Wanda follow.

Wanda conjures up some clean clothes before she puts on the blue covers that they have her wear so that she can be in the OR with you when the babies come. They already have you in the OR when a nurse leads Wanda in and tells her she can stay up by your head. There is a chair that is placed right next to your head as you look at Wanda with sad and fearful eyes. She takes your hand in hers. She wants to kiss your forehead but due to the environment she couldn’t. So, she strokes her thumb over the back of your hand. Soon they have already cut you open and start to deliver the first baby. Wanda peaks over to see what they are doing. She quickly looks back at you not wanting to look anymore. The Doctor then holds your first twin up for you two to see.

“Congratulations on a healthy baby girl.” She cries as you look up with tears in your eyes seeing your first-born child in front of you. The doctor hands her to the nurse. The nurse cleans her up a bit and checks her vitals before placing her on your chest. You look down and hold your beautiful baby girl before looking over to Wanda who is also crying. “We did it.” You mumble tears rolling down your cheeks as you hold onto the little bundle in front of you. “We sure did sweetheart.” Wanda has one hand combing through your hair as her other is placed on top of yours that is holding your daughter.

The sounds of more crying come from just past the sheet that you can’t see past before the doctor holds up your second born. “And a healthy baby boy.” You burst into tears seeing both of your twins here now in front of you. The nurse takes the baby boy from the doctor doing the same as with your baby girl. The nurse walks over to Wanda and hands her the little blue bundle to hold. But before much more can be said your stats plummet. Your arms, eyelids, and whole body feel heavy as your eyes shut and your arms fall to your sides.

Wanda panics as a nurse picks up your baby girl from your chest and another takes your baby boy from Wanda. They start to usher Wanda out of the OR as your health quickly deteriorates. “What’s happening? What’s wrong with my wife?” Wanda pleads as the nurse pushes her towards the door. Wanda is still fighting to look back at you. “Your wife is hemorrhaging, and we need you out of here to save her. So please go now so that we can work. Someone will do a full check up on your twins and bring them back to the room.” The nurse said that was pushing Wanda out the door of the operating room. Another nurse leads Wanda into a room that she suspects is for you and the twins.

Once she enters the room, she spots Nat looking out the window. Nat turns around and sees the tears and the terrified look on Wanda’s face. Wanda runs over to her and throws her arms around her as she begins to sob into the former Russian spy’s shoulder. “Wanda what happened?” Nat gently asked as she rubbed up and down on Wanda’s back. “They rushed me out when she … she started to hemorrhage. This is all my fault she is going to hate me if she even makes it through. She didn’t want to, and I told her everything will be ok, and now look, nothing is ok. I may lose the love of my life.” Wanda sobs. “Wanda none of this is your fault. I assume you're talking about the sex you two had last night cause man was Y/n loud. She would never blame you and as I said before she is way too stubborn to leave you that easily. As for not wanting it, her screaming said otherwise.” Wanda lightly chuckles before pulling back and looking at Nat with a half-smile. “Thank you.” Wanda mumbles. “You don’t ever have to thank me.” Nat smiled back at Wanda.

Just then a nurse rolls in two bassinets and places them next to the window where Wanda and Nat are standing. She quickly leaves the room as Wanda and Nat walk over taking in the two sleeping babies. Wanda goes over to the girl picking her up and handing her over to Nat.

“Azkadellia Chase Maximoff.” Wanda announces her name. “Let me guess Y/n picked her name.” Wanda chuckled, giving the answer that Natasha was looking for. Wanda walks over to the baby boy picking him up in her arms and rocking him. “Billy Pietro Maximoff.” She gives the small boy a watery smile. “And you definitely picked that.” Nat chuckled as she bounced Az in her arms walking closer to Wanda looking at the twins.

A few hours later you are wheeled back into the room and Wanda lets out a sigh of relief seeing you still alive. You're paler than normal and you have a bag of blood hanging above your head. “See I told you she is stubborn.” Nat teased as she sat in the chair reading her book. Wanda rolled her eyes at her friend's comment but nonetheless was happy that you were here and still alive.

A few more hours have passed as you wake up hearing the soft sounds of Wanda singing a Sokovian song. You open your eyes to see her bouncing with a pink and blue bundle in each arm as she sweetly sings to the twins. “I could get used to this.” Your voice comes out horse, but Wanda’s singing stops abruptly when she looks over to see you awake and smiling at her. “Welcome back to the land of the living. Do me a favor and stop trying to die on us.” Nat placed her book down giving you a stern look. You gave her a sheepish grin before turning your attention back to your wife and babies.

Wanda has already made her way over to you with the bundles in tow. Nat helps you sit up more on the bed as Wanda gently sits on the edge of the bed. When you're ready she hands you each bundle to hold in your arms as you look down at your precious twins. “While I was out you didn’t try to change their names, did you?” Wanda pressed her lips as she settled in behind you, wrapping her arm around you and pulling you in close. “Azkadellia Chase Maximoff and Billy Pietro Maximoff.” Wanda gave each twin a small bop on their nose when she said their names. You smile fondly when you remember the conversation on what their names will be. Neither of you wanted to know the genders so you picked out two boy names and two girl names. And if it was one of each you two decided on the first chosen names for the gender. The twins were perfectly happy and healthy even if they were a bit early.

Soon after you woke up you had a ton of visitors coming to see the two new additions. Peter quickly bursts through the door stopping when he sees you feeding the twins. “Oh shit!” Peter exclaims as he slaps his hand over his face, turning and quickly trying to make it out of the room. Since his hand was thrown over his eyes, he walked smack dab into the door to your room. “Owww!” You laugh as you hear Peter groan. You quickly throw a cover over much to Wanda’s dismay.

“Pete, I’m covered, you don’t have to leave.” Peter slowly walks back, his hand still over his eyes. He opens up his fingers peeking through and seeing that you are covered, dropping his hands. “Warning would be great next time.” Peter said with a sheepish grin. “Pete, you ran into my hospital room, what did you expect? And come on Pete you are 18 now and have a girlfriend, right? I would hope you have seen boobs before.” You smirk at your brother. “I-, I have seen them. It’s just-, it’s just I didn’t want to see my sisters.” You chuckle at how flustered your brother gets.

“It’s ok Peter. But remember this is natural and your niece and nephew need to eat. And anyways their heads were blocking almost everything.” You shake your head with a smile. “I know. I know.” Peter moves closer in the room. “Ow! Fucker! Wanda, I think your son is done now.” Wanda moves to grab Billy from you. “Did you just call our son fucker?” Wanda raises a brow at you. “He bit me. Well more like gummed but I’m still sensitive.” You grumble. “Is that why you called him my son?” Wanda smirks slightly. “Yes.” Wanda rolled her eyes at you as she tried to burp Billy.

“Pete, why don’t you go and get everyone else that is here we have to talk to Nat.” You ask your brother to leave a few minutes wanting to have an important conversation. “Me, what did I do?” Nat questioned putting her book down on the side table. Peter quickly exits the room heading towards the others. “You did everything right.” With Az done feeding you motion for Nat to take her as you put a shirt back on. Nat happily takes Az in her arms. Wanda comes and sits next to you on the bed as you both look at Nat. “We had a very important question to ask you. Natty you have been my best friend and my knight in shining armor.” You get interrupted. “Wait then what am I?” Wanda asks after you call Nat your knight in shining armor. “Baby you are my hope, my love, and the person who has saved me from myself. But back to Nat. You're one of the few people that I trust more than anything. Who has saved me countless times and I would trust with my life to look after our kids. So, we wanted to ask if you would be the twins' godmother.”

Nat looks at you with a bit of shock not expecting the question. She looks down at Az in her arms who gives her a cute coo. “So?” Wanda asks after an extended silence from Nat. Nat looks up with unshed tears in her eyes. “Of course, I will be.” A wide smile grows on yours and Wanda’s face as you look at Nat who is just smiling with a shine in her eyes and looks down at the happy baby in her arms.

Just then the room starts to fill with the Avengers and others that have come to see the twins and to see how you were doing. Maria walks over to Nat who looks up to her with a smile. Maria leans down, placing a kiss on Nat’s lips before she stands behind her. You look over to see Steve, Tony, Pepper, Peter, Aunt May, MJ, Thor, Bruce, Clint, Laura, Bucky, Sam, Rhodey, Carol, and Valkyrie were all standing huddled in the room. “How are you feeling sweet pea?” May asks, moving closer to your side and placing her hand on your leg. “I’m doing ok. Sore but other than that I’m happy. I have two beautiful babies and a super-hot wife.”

There were groans heard around the room. “Seriously Y/n?” Peter groans looking at your smirking face. As Wanda wraps one arm tighter around you as she continues to hold onto Billy. May holds out her hands to Wanda to take Billy from her. Wanda reluctantly hands him over as she wraps you in her arms. “So, who do we have here?” May asks, holding him in her arms. “Billy Pietro Maximoff and Nat is holding Azkadellia Chase Maximoff.” You smile as the names roll off your tongue. The smile on everyone’s faces as they look at your happy little family fills your heart with joy. Everyone stayed around taking turns holding the twins and enjoying the new additions to their ever-growing family.

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for astra: park sunghoon

intro of for astra | spotify playlist

pairing: sunghoon x afab!reader word count: 5.8k

synopsis: sunghoon finds himself waking up and repeating the same day over and over again until he finally breaks the cycle and finds himself on a space station called ‘astra 1’. he soon learns he is one of the few who are still alive and that they aren’t alone…

genre: space!au, survival!au, neurologist!sunghoon, neurologist!reader, strangers to lovers, angst, smut.

warnings: swearing, blood, m*rder, guns go pew pew, other life forms, some science talk, unprotected sex, biting, hair pulling, sunghoon fucks reader against the wall, adding more as the story progresses, MINORS DNI!!! (these tags will be on every part even if they do not consist of said tag)

intro | part one | part two

a/n: tysm for 4.3k follows guys!!! i’m grateful more than words can describe. this means the world to me. so have this spacey thriller based off my favorite video game for the celebration 💜

[ 𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶… ]

[ … ]

[ 𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙿𝙰𝚂𝚂𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 ]

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[ 𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺, 𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳 ]

[ 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝙾? ]

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[ 𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶… ]

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[ 𝖴𝖯𝖫𝖮𝖠𝖣 𝖯𝖱𝖮𝖩𝖤𝖢𝖳 𝖠𝖲𝖳𝖱𝖠? ]

[ 𝙔𝙀𝙎 ]

[ //𝖴𝖯𝖫𝖮𝖠𝖣𝖨𝖭𝖦… ]

[ 𝖴𝖯𝖫𝖮𝖠𝖣𝖤𝖣 ]

[ 𝖯𝖱𝖤𝖲𝖲 𝖤𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖱 𝖳𝖮 𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖱𝖳 ]

[ 𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍 ]

Sunghoon’s eyes fluttered open, wandering them to the glass sliding door leading out to his balcony. The morning sun shone brightly into his studio apartment. With a sigh, he pulled himself out of bed, dragging his feet across the floor towards the bathroom. Stretching out his arms and letting a small yawn leave his lips.

He really didn’t want to go to work today. But nevertheless, he brushed his teeth and changed into his favorite pair of tan slacks and gray button-up shirt with lab-appropriate shoes then out the door he went, waving a hand and giving a smile to the apartment staff, “Good morning Mr. Park!” They smiled and waved back.

Sunghoon took the elevator to the roof, where his private helicopter was waiting for him, the pilot giving him a nod as he climbed in, “Good to see you again, Mr. Park.”

“Pleasure is all mine, like always.” Sunghoon teased. The pilot's laugh filled the copter and forced Sunghoon to smile even more. He really did have the best staff working for him.

And soon enough, he was walking into his company building, pulling his ID badge from his pocket and sliding it across the counter to the guard, once his ID was confirmed he was well, him, he was sent through.

“About time you showed up!” Heeseung teased with a tilt of his head, “What time did you wake up this morning?”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, “Do you forget who owns this company? I show up when I want to.”

Heeseung patted his best friend's back, “Co-own. Don’t forget my half.” Sunghoon chuckled and shoved his friend, following at his side to the lab.

“What tests are today?” he asked.

“Let me think,” Heeseung checked his watch, “I think we can start with the drawings.”

Sunghoon groaned, “The damn drawings?!?”

They turned the corner and walked into the lab. All the scientists and lab techs rushing around to prepare for today's tests, “They won’t take long, promise!” Heeseung crossed a finger over his heart in terms of his promise. With a sigh and eye roll, he stepped into the testing box.

“Good morning, Dr. Park.” One of the scientists said, “We are starting with drawings, yes?”

Heeseung slid to the scientist's side, giving Sunghoon a thumbs up. Oh man, if there weren’t a glass wall between him and Heeseung right now, “Correct,” Sunghoon said looking away from his best friend, “Send them in.”

Sunghoon sat down at the desk in the middle of the room, a tablet sat in front of him. With a press of a button on the counter by one of the lab techs, the tablet screen went bright, showing the first drawing.

Sunghoon raised a brow, “It’s two people facing away from each other.”

Heeseung glanced at the computer on the counter, looking at the same image Sunghoon was.

“Good, good. Next photo.” The scientist waved the lab tech to continue.

Sunghoon slid back into his chair, glaring up at everyone on the other side of the glass, “These are fucking stupid.”

The test they were running on him was the Rorschach Inkblot test. Ya know, the blobs of ink someone dumped on paper to show to psych patients and see how crazy they are.

“Hoon,” Heeseung warned, “Please.” Heeseung was always the more level-headed one out of the two of them.

Sunghoon pushed his tongue into the left side of his cheek, shooting his eyes back down to the tablet, “It’s a butter—“ His vision went blurry. A massive pain in his head throbbed and his ears rang. He shot to his feet, covering his ears with his hands, and let out a scream.

“FUCKING DO SOMETHING!!!” Heeseung yelled at the scientist, “SHUT IT DOWN!!!”

Once his vision went black, everything went silent.

His eyes fluttered open, wandering them to the glass sliding door leading out to his balcony. The morning sun shone brightly into his studio apartment. With a sigh, he pulled himself out of bed, dragging his feet across the floor towards the bathroom. Stretching out his arms and letting a small yawn leave his lips.

He really didn’t want to go to work today.

Sunghoon stopped midway to the bathroom, slightly shaking his head. Something felt too…familiar. He shrugged his shoulders, deciding it was just another day.

“I think we can start with the drawings today.”

“The damn drawings?!?”

Sunghoon dropped his head into his hands, stumbling back a few steps, Heeseung immediately at his side ready to keep him from tumbling over, “Hoon, you okay?”

Sunghoon wasn’t sure how to answer that question. How does he tell his best friend he’s been getting a major case of deja vu today? So he shrugged him off, “It’s nothing. Just a small headache is all.”

Heeseung placed his hands on his shoulders, “We can reschedule today for another if you’re feeling sick?”

“Let’s just get the damn drawings over with.” he pushed past his friend.

Sunghoon stared at the inkblot pictures in front of him then shot to his feet, covering his ears and screaming until everything went silent and black.

His eyes fluttered open, and this time he didn’t look out onto his balcony. He stared straight up at the ceiling. His head was pounding. His heart was racing. But he got up anyway.

He glanced around his studio apartment, looking like it always does. Neat and clean. Not a single spec of dust. His couch looks new. Like new new, hasn’t been sat on kinda new.

As he made his way towards the bathroom, Sunghoon couldn’t shake the feeling that something was…well, wrong. His deja vu and the splitting headache wouldn’t stop. Sunghoon tried to wrap his mind around it as he reached for his toothbrush.

“I think we can start with the drawings today.”

Sunghoon blinked multiple times and shook his head, connecting his palm to the side of his face.

What the hell is going on??

He sees the inkblot of the butterfly and he starts screaming, everything going black until he’s once again waking up and staring up at his ceiling except this time….

He remembers the events that just took place. Sunghoon quickly sits up in his bed, sweat dripping down his face as he takes in his apartment. It looks normal but more eerie. The air felt thick and the apartment complex sounded too quiet. He swallowed as he stood from his bed, slowly walking to the middle of the room. He listened for any sound possible, but only heard the quiet. Not even the sound of birds was present. Something was definitely wrong.

That’s when his eyes landed on his kitchen countertop, a card sat there straight up, his name written on the front. It drew him in, calling for him. He took the white card between his fingers, flipped it open, and read the contents inside:

Sunghoon, Meet me in your office as soon as you get up and get ready. We have a lot to discuss. You’ll need to break the glass.

Sunghoon scoffs and tosses the card back on the counter. What did this mean? Who sent this to him? But the more he lingered his eyes and thoughts on the card, the more questions he had and the more confused he was. With the events that happened yesterday(?) and now waking up to this card…all on top of his deja vu and headaches…He needed answers. Now.

He quickly got ready and laced up his boots, checking the time on his watch, the helicopter that takes him to the company building would be leaving in ten minutes, he needed to get a move on.

He counted each step it took to his front door, holding his breath as he reached for the door handle. Here goes nothing. The knob twisted and turned, pulling the door open slowly and his heart nearly ripped out his chest.

The hallway was dark. One of the light fixtures was barely holding on by its cord, flickering and sending out sparks.

His whole body shook as he took that first step out of his apartment, realizing there were no other doors on this floor besides the ones to the elevator.

What is happening…

Sunghoon slowly walked into the hall, immediately clenching his fingers over his nose. Eyes searching up and down the hall for the source of the smell until he found it.

One of the apartment workers on his floor was slumped against the wall, head hung low, and dried blood covering their entire body and staining the floor around them. Tools and other equipment are laid beside them. They’ve been dead for a while because of the looks and position of their body. “Good fucking god,” he pressed his back against the wall, forcing his eyes down to the other side of the hall, “What the fuck is going on?!”

The office. His office. He needed to get to his office. With a deep breath, Sunghoon pushed himself off the wall and rushed down the hall, keeping his eyes straight ahead to not look at the decaying body as he moved past it, heading for the elevator and quickly tapping the button. He bounced his weight back and forth with his anxiety building up along with the questions running through his brain. He reached forward again and pressed the button once again, the realization sinking in that the elevator was not working.

You’ll need to break the glass.

Sunghoon turned back around, looking at the empty hallway with only his apartment door being the only door. What glass does he have to fucking break??

Then it hit him. The glass door to his balcony.

He quickly rushed back to his apartment, the bright sunlight forcing him to squint his eyes until they adjusted but he didn’t stop moving, taking notice that he couldn’t see his reflection in the glass. Sunghoon tried to open the sliding glass door, only for it to be bolted shut…or…maybe…

Sunghoon placed his palms against the glass and pushed, but it didn’t budge. He furrowed his brows and traced the tip of his finger along it, could this be…??

He needed to break the glass. But if his suspicions are true…

The tools by the dead worker. They had a wrench. He rushed back out of the apartment and into the dark hallway, averting his eyes from the body and locking them onto the tools, and picking up the wrench from the floor, its metal cool against his skin. Once he found himself back in front of the glass, his heart raced. What was he about to find once he broke the glass? What was waiting for him? Heeseung. He could only hope his best friend was the one who left that note for him. It only made sense.

So he swung the wrench, connecting it to the glass and watching it shatter, the sound of it breaking echoing in his ears. His eyes widened as he took in what was now in front of him, arm slowly resting back at his side and hand clenching the wrench tighter. He pressed forward, carefully stepping over the broken glass and into the new area before him.

His suspicions were true. He was being watched.

Two rows worth of computers, monitors, and cameras filled the room. Dry-erase boards that tracked every movement Sunghoon made sat in the corners of the room. Stacks of folders filled with records sat on almost every desk along with multiple broken coffee cups scattered amongst the floor. In the furthest part of the room were rows of shelves filled with food and water. The same exact food Sunghoon has in his cabinets.

Sunghoon slowly turned around and faced his…apartment? Would that even be the correct term to call it? He wandered his eyes over the room he was held captive in, seeing that every inch of that wall along the glass door was see-through. It only proved his suspicions more. Not only was he being watched, the entire wall was a two-way mirror.

Quick on his feet, he rushed to one of the desks, grabbing at the folders and flipping through the records, hands shaking at everything being revealed to him, “What the fuck…” Sunghoon was being used as a test subject. Forced to replay a specific part of his life over and over again as the experiment for over a year. Everything about his experiment was fixed. The time he woke up every day. The meals he ate. The time he left the apartment. The helicopter(which was just past the elevator and in fact just a simulation ride). The company building. It was all fucking fixed. This whole area he was currently standing in was a fucking stage and he was the performer.

Squeezing the wrench, then pushed everything off the desk out of anger, frustration, and confusion. What the actual fuck was going on here? He needed to get to his office. And since this seemed to be the company building, he knew exactly where to go.

Before a step could be taken, a mug rolled past his feet. It startled him, but he kicked it away anyway, chalking it up to be one of the items he pushed off the desk and walked towards the door assuming to be the exit. As he reached the door, the sound of the mug still moved, causing Sunghoon to whip his head around, seeing the mug finally halting in its place. There’s no way he kicked that mug that hard, did he? He didn’t have time for this and completely disregarded the stupid mug and opened the door, leaving his captive place and the weird mug behind.

Only to step foot into the lab, the main source of his deja vu. He placed his other hand onto the wrench, slowly making his way further in. Bodies of the scientists and lab techs were on the floor, at their desks and stations, and leaned against the wall. Their bodies were different than the one in the stage hallway by his ‘apartment’. Their skin was completely pale, their faces looked hollowed in like someone vacuumed sealed their skin to their bones. Sunghoon didn’t know which was worse to see between the bodies here and the worker in the hall. He kept his eyes moving, wandering off to the testing box, seeing the tablet still sitting on the desk with the butterfly inkblot still pulled up. How hasn’t that thing died yet?

His head pulsed just then looking at the inkblot. Body wincing and bringing him down to his knees, dropping the wrench at his side to cup the sides of his head with his hands. He bit down on his lips to keep from screaming, trying with all his might to keep his eyes open.

Please don’t black out again. Please don’t black out again.

A noise from across the room shook him from his daze and settled the pulsing of his head and blurred vision. He looked in the direction, swearing to god he saw something moving from behind one of the desks.

“Hello?” He slowly brought himself back to his feet, squeezing the wrench in hand and ready to use it as a weapon, “Who else is in here?” there was silence, “Heeseung, I swear to god man if that’s you…”

Except it wasn’t Heeseung that moved from beside the desk. It wasn’t even human. The thing was small, black, with four legs and dark veins that moved from his circular body down to all the legs. It moved fast, quickly jumping itself onto the nearest desk. Sunghoon took steps back, keeping his eyes locked onto whatever the hell that thing was. Watching as it moved itself from one desk to the other, making its way to him, jumping back to the floor, and morphing into a piece of paper that it landed beside. Without a second thought, Sunghoon rushed over, slamming the wrench down onto the monster, its appearance going back to normal and its four legs wrapping itself around the wrench and his wrists. On instinct, he lifted his arms up and quickly slammed them back down repeatedly, shoving the monster over and over again onto the floor until it stopped moving and its legs went limp, releasing his wrists.

Sweat dripped down Sunghoon’s face as he squats down to inspect the thing, “What are you?”

ₐₙd wₕₐₜ ₐᵣₑ yₒᵤ?

Sunghoon fell back on his ass, swinging the wrench once more against the monster until its black blood pooled onto the floor.

“Oh, fuck,” He whispers, “Oh, what the fuck!” He scrambles to his feet and rushes away from the dead thing, nearly tripping over the dead bodies as he runs to what he was praying to be the exit. He just needed to get to his office. Then everything will be answered for him.

But what Sunghoon was expecting to find, and what he did find, when the door swung open were two completely different things. His jaw dropped as he stared out the windows, arms limp at his sides as he walked to the nearest railing, “Holy fucking shit.”

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Blinking multiple times just for good measure to double-check he wasn’t dreaming.

He was in space. He was in fucking space. Sunghoon looked over the railing, seeing what he was assuming to be the lobby of this…spacecraft? Space station? He goes with station after seeing banners and signs of the like with the name ‘Astra 1’ written on them.

He swallows and decides to explore, walking down the steps to the first floor of the lobby. He couldn’t help but smirk as he took in the sights in front of him. He was in space?! What the fuck happened that lead him here?

As much as Sunghoon wanted to explore the lobby in its entirety, he remembered the small alien(?) he just encountered. If there was one, there had to be more. Maybe even something worse than that small one lurked among this station. He needed to find his office and get the fuck off this station. Fast.

Thankfully for him, purple signs that matched the station's color theme pointed him in the exact direction he needed to go. The offices were on the top floor of the lobby along with a few meeting rooms, a break room, and the trauma center. Sunghoon walked the three stories of stairs as fast as he could, finally reaching the top floor and noticing a turret sitting in the corner, pointing to the door of the trauma center.

What could a turret be here for? Sunghoon looked at the door to the trauma center, seeing the keypad was green, probably meaning the door was unlocked. Curiosity got the best of him as he slowly walked to the door. What could this turret be watching for? All those questions were answered the minute the door caught his motion and slid open. The sound of the turret started up and Sunghoon quickly dropped to the floor and pushed himself backward. The alien he saw standing before him looked exactly like the small one, except more human-like. As tall as one, with two large dark purple eyes at the top of its head. Its skin was also black but shinier, almost electric-like; a current flowed through the outer layer of its skin. It stared back at Sunghoon, tilting its head.

yₒᵤ’ᵣₑ ₐfᵣₐᵢd? wₕy?

The turret starts shooting out its bullets, the creature quickly rushing further into the trauma center for refuge and the door sliding closed. Sunghoon rushed back to his feet and over to the keypad, pressing his index finger against it, finding the lock icon, and pressing it repeatedly until the screen turned red. He waved a hand over the motion detector and let out a sigh of relief.

yₒᵤ’ᵣₑ ₙₒₜ ₗᵢₖₑ ₜₕₑ ₒₜₕₑᵣₛ. wₕy ᵢₛ ₜₕₐₜ? yₒᵤ ₜₕᵢₙₖ?

Sunghoon looked through the small thin window of the door, seeing the dark purple slits looking back at him. The creature hunched over into a corner. Why can he hear these things speaking to him in his mind? What the fuck is going on in this damned space station?!

He turned quickly, marching past the turret and down the hall that led to the offices. The hall had three doors on each side that had two desks on either side of each of the rooms. One door sat at the end of the hallway. It was cased in purple steel with a golden outline of flowers. It was beautiful, truly.

As he got closer to the door, just above the trim was a silver plate that read: Dr. Park Sunghoon. This was it. This is his office.

The keypad was red to show it was locked. Sunghoon pressed the lock icon and two options popped up:

Enter passkey

Face ID

Sunghoon chose face ID, because what the fuck would the passkey even be? He clearly doesn’t have any memory of stepping foot into this space station, what made him think he’d know the passkey?

The screen changed into a camera, showing him his reflection. A white bar moved up and down, and side to side across the screen to scan his features. It lit up green, and the door to the—his—office opened.

With a deep breath, he walked inside. The lights seemed to be motion-censored as they lit up the office with just the few steps he took inside. This office was HUGE. To his left, he had a view of the Astra 1 lobby and the infinite space. In front of him was a locker with another passkey he didn’t know. To his right sat his desk at the far side of the room with a workbench off to the side and a kitchen on the other.

He slowly walked over to his desk, tracing his fingers across the smooth surface as he rounded the corner of it. Sat on top of the desk were two monitors with the logo of his company slowly spinning in a circle and three picture frames. One with him and Heeseung as children, the other with them the day they created this company, and the last one is a photo of him, his younger sister, and his parents at one of his last figure skating competitions. Sunghoon smiled at these photos, fondly remembering them. But his smile soon faded at the realization he doesn’t remember anything else after a certain point.

He sighs and shifts his head to the other side of the desk, seeing a fresh apple and another card. He picked up the card first.

Sunghoon, If you were able to make it here, unlock the computer and click accept on the operator screen which will be already loaded up. The passkey is 20201130. I know you must have a lot of questions, everything will be answered soon. Please eat the apple as well. You more than likely haven’t been given proper nutrients.

Sunghoon didn’t realize how hungry he was until reading the card. Quickly tossed the paper down and grasped at the apple and sinking his teeth into the fruit. He dropped himself into the chair and leaned back as he chewed. How long has he gone without actually eating?

Once he finished the apple and tossed the remains in the trash can under the desk, he got to work with the passkey, typing it in and watching as both screens unlocked. Just like the card said, a window was already open to accept the operator. He clicked accept instantly.

Curtains came down the windows and the lights dimmed. One monitor shut off, and the other loaded up a video.

“Hello, Sunghoon.”

His heart stopped. The video was…of himself. And a small white ball floated beside his head…an AI, he assumed.

“You probably have a lot of questions,” he said, holding his hands together and leaning forward in the chair he was sitting on. The room he was in was a bit dark and looked to be in the corner of the lab downstairs, “For starters, I want to apologize on behalf of the things they will do to you,” he looked to the floor, licking at the corner of his lips, “I hacked into our companies system and saw the things they are planning for you, for us.” The white ball floated to the other side of his head, “How rude of me,” he chuckled, “This is November, Nov for short. He is…exceptional. He is us of course. We created him with the help of our technology and the neuroscience department. With the help of…” he looked down at his hands and twisted a ring around his middle finger, forcing Sunghoon to look down at his own hands and seeing that ring wrapped around his middle, when did that get there? “We were able to implant pieces of our psyche into these wonderful robots. We are the only one who successfully implanted our psyche into these things,” he gently tapped his index finger to the small bot, it turned to face him, obviously giving an attitude, “Hee was pissed we figured it out first,” Sunghoon smiled and looked down at the floor away from the monitors, missing his best friend and wondering where on earth he could be in this station. The video continued, “I’ll get to the point since I’ve messed around enough,” he leaned back into the chair, squeezing at his thighs, “The Typhon—the life forms we found while exploring space—I’m sure you’ve encountered them. If my predictions are correct then you undoubtedly encountered a few types. Or your memories returned and you’ll remember everything and I made this video as a safeguard for nothing,” he shrugged, “But I doubt it would be the case, unfortunately.” There was another voice shouting off in the distance. He stood to his feet and walked closer to the camera, worried filled his face, “My worst fear has happened,” he placed both hands on the side of the camera and swallowed, “I’ll leave instructions with Nov to explain the rest,” he glanced away from the camera, tucking his lip between his teeth, “Godspeed, Sunghoon. Good luck.” Then the video ended.

The curtains drew up and the lights came back on. What the fuck was that? The sound of a panel opening somewhere in the office jolted Sunghoon to his feet, the small white robot flew into the room, turning and looking at Sunghoon.

“Hello again, CEO Dr.Park,” Sunghoon carefully walked around his desk, meeting Nov halfway, “Have your memories returned?” It shocked Sunghoon on how alike his voice sounded coming from the bot.

He shook his head, “No.”

Nov tilted to the side, “What is the last thing you remember?”

Sunghoon shrugged, looking away from the ball, “That I was reliving the same day repeatedly, taking the inkblot test. Seeing the same image and everything going black until I finally somehow stopped the loop. I have no memory of this station or even stepping foot in it.”

Nov hummed, “It’s because you stopped taking the medication they were forcing you to use, to keep you in that loop.”

They were drugging him? “Explain to me what is happening!”

“CEO Dr. Lee and yourself, built Astra 1 after the discovery of the Typhon,” Heeseung and himself…discovered these aliens on this station? “They are smart creatures, and hold the key, secrets, and abilities for the mission you and Dr. Lee aimed for.”

To reach beyond the depths of our psyche and grant gifts to those who have none, to heal the less fortunate, and discover ways to extend our lives by transferring our psyche. They did it. Nov and the video Sunghoon was shown is the living proof of that. He couldn’t believe it, “How did we discover these aliens?”

“After Astra 1 was finished being built, Dr. Lee, yourself, and multiple others came up here to take a look before officially opening the station. The Typhon snuck their way into the station somehow. You and Dr. Lee found the mimics in the kitchen down in the crew quarters. One moment there was one mug on the table, a second later there were two.”

Sunghoon chuckled, thinking back to the small creature he encountered in the lab, “Mimics, perfect name for them.”

“Dr. Lee named that one.”

“Of course he did,” Sunghoon bit his lip, “Where is he?”

Nov tilted to the other side, “The whereabouts of Dr. Lee Heeseung are unknown. His tracking bracelet was disabled after the outbreak.”

Sunghoon froze, “The outbreak?”

“Yes. The Typhon are smart creatures, they played a coup and waited for the perfect opportunity to break out.”

Sunghoon scoffed, “That’s what happened in the video I was shown wasn’t it? The outbreak was happening.”

Nov hummed, “Indeed it was.”

Sunghoon gripped the side of the desk, “What happened to me?”

“After the discovery of the typhon and their abilities, as the video stated, you with the help of another doctor, successfully found a way to transfer over the psyche and created the neuromods to help with the transfer. Then the trials of using the neuromods on the typhon commenced. Once the trials were successful, it was time to take the psyche of the Typhon and plant them into humans. You being the primary test subject.”

Sunghoon clenched his fist, anger boiling up within him. He was fucking used as the primary test subject? HIM?! The fucking CEO of this goddamn company was used as the test subject?!

“I didn’t spend years of my life getting my doctorate in neuroscience just to become a damn fucking test subject!” Sunghoon snapped, locking his jaw tightly.

“That’s the thing, Dr. Park,” Nov moved closer to him, “You volunteered for it.”

His heart stopped. He did this…to himself?

“But you had no idea what the other scientists had planned, at least not at first. You were injected with the Typhon neuromods and took tests every single day to see how their abilities were working. It went perfectly until your mood started to change. That’s when they started wiping your memory. They stripped the Typhon psyche from your brain and restarted the trails.”

Sunghoon nearly fell to the floor, a piece of memory coming back to him of seeing Heeseung on the other side of the glass, screaming at the scientists each time over and over again to shut everything down, “Heeseung was a part of this too…He put me through this, he let me do this?!”

Nov fell silent for a couple of moments, “Dr. Lee tried to talk you out of it. Once the results were good, he no longer tried fighting you, until your mood changed and the other scientists took over the project. Dr. Lee had no control after that and had to play into their games, same as you.”

Sunghoon shook his head, “How has he completely just gone missing?! I just saw him yesterday for the tests!”

Nov shook as if saying no, “Dr. Park, the last trial you went through was almost three months ago,” Sunghoon stared at the floor with wide eyes, “The outbreak was contained a bit, but your trials continued. You eventually caught along to the trials and hacked into the station's mainframe and discovered everything they’ve done to you and what they plan to do to you. Not just you, but also the Typhon. You had plans to shut the project down but were caught in the process. The last memory you have was right after that final trial and before you were caught.”

His headache formed once again, dropping his head into his palm and gripping the desk tighter. It all made sense. Every ounce of it made sense. He needed to get off this ship. To find Heeseung and get off Astra 1 and report what has happened here to the police.

“I need to get out of here,” he said quickly, looking back at Nov, “You said Heeseung had a tracking bracelet, and I’m assuming the whole crew had one. Is there a way to turn it back on and find him?”

Nov went silent again, moving to look at the floor, then back up at Sunghoon, “There’s a list of the entire crew's bracelets and their locations, but after the outbreak, only one person was given access to the locations. Which brings me to the next piece of information you told me to tell you.”

Sunghoon nodded, waiting for Nov to continue.

“You need to destroy Astra 1 and all the information here along with the Typhon.”

He froze once again, “What about the survivors here? There have to be survivors on this station! Innocent people!”

Nov went silent then floated even closer to Sunghoon, “There are escape pods just below of the bridge, use those to escape with the survivors along with yourself after setting the station to explode.”

Sunghoon sighed with relief. This was good. It gave him time to search for Heeseung.

“You’ll only have ten minutes after setting the station to explode to get back to the bridge and escape. You’ll need to move fast.”

The locker slowly swung open, “I went ahead and unlocked the locker for you. In there, you’ll find your space suit to protect you not just from the damages of the station, but also the Typhon that is lurking around. A shotgun is also provided.”

Sunghoon walked to the locker. A red suit hung inside with the shotgun sitting on a shelf above up. He took the suit in his hands, inspecting it. Dr. Park Sunghoon was written on the name tag attached to the chest. He wasted no time pulling the fabric onto his body and zipping it up. God, past him really thought everything through with this outbreak. Too bad he doesn’t remember a damn thing about it.

“The suit has an auto function for the helmet,” Nov said, “For example, if you encounter a typhon or radiation, the helmet will automatically equip.”

Sunghoon raised his eyebrows, impressed, “Who designed that feature?”

“Why, you did, Dr. Park.”

Of course, I did.

Sunghoon grabbed the shotgun and the box of bullets sitting beside it, working fast to load up the gun.

He was officially ready to find Heeseung and blow this motherfucker into pieces.

“You said one person was given access to the entire list of the bracelets,” Sunghoon shifted his weight to the side, “Who is this person?”

“You’ll need to find Dr. YN/LN. She has the list.”

Sunghoon glanced up at Nov, “And where do I find Dr. YN?”

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swallowtail-lotus · 1 year ago

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Mine {Qin Shi Huang x Empress!Reader}

Fluff turned to lime {Slight nsfw near the end}

I am in need for Qin stuff

Qin has become my kind of man🥰

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Trying to make your way back home to your husband has always been a hassle, especially when you're trying to power through a crowd. You tried your best not to bump into anyone in fear of angering the civilians. As you reached the end of the crowd, your rear end accidentally brushed against the crotch of a man, who had been eyeing you lustfully from the beginning.

When you managed to escape the huge crowd, a hand held onto your wrist, tightening when you tried to take your wrist back.

"Where do you think you're going?" The man asked, his grin growing wider as he watched you struggle.

"Away from you." You hissed, raising your hand and slamming it on the man's wrist. You yanked your wrist back once his grip loosened up and took a fighting stance.

"Your highness! The emperor requested you to come back home now!" One of the servants called out to you. You sighed out, straightening yourself up and followed the servant to the palace. Meanwhile, the man froze in his place, feeling stupid for trying to make a move on the Empress.

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You stood absolutely still to let the servants dress you up in your home clothes. Once they were done, you made your way to your husband, a gentle smile on your face. And there he was, practicing his fighting as he usually did. You didn't bother interrupt his sessions, just silently admiring him.

The way his arms slightly flex from swinging his weapons and his shoulders on display was amazing.

"Still training as always. But I'm not complaining." You thought, leaning against the wall separating the room from the hallways. The same servant from earlier checked up on you and after giving them an reassuring answer, you turned and your husband was nowhere in the room. You went to go search for him, but a pair of strong arms wrapped around you from behind.

"Why do you always hug me like this?"

"Why shouldn't I? Is it wrong to hug my empress?" You shut your mouth after that. This was the usual response he always gave you everytime you asked. He wasn't wrong, though.

"No, but next time, don't sneak up on me." You turned around, hugging him by his shoulders. Suddenly, he lifted you up, holding you bridal style with his trademark smile.

"I can't promise that." With that, he carried you all the way to your shared bedroom. He threw you in the bed, climbing on top of you before you could even react.

"I heard some man bothered you." You squeaked when he left soft kisses on your neck. Shuddering in pleasure, you brought him closer to kiss his jawline. His teeth bit into the soft skin of your neck, trailing his hand down to your lower region.

"I need to let everyone know who you belong to." His hot breath against your ear turned your body to putty. His fingers stroked your clothed entrance, rubbing the tip of them in circles right where the hole is. He stopped kissing your neck and took off the blindfold, staring down with eyes so beautiful and full of lust. He didn't stop teasing you down there, however.

"You ready? Because I won't hold back once I start~"

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onlyangel4 · 1 month ago

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kayfabe. cm punk. part six.

dark!cm punk x superstar!reader

synopsis: you and punk are placed into a long-term onscreen pairing. a storyline romance meant to boost ratings. the chemistry is undeniable, but offscreen, punk is distant. until he’s not. he begins texting late at night. watching. testing boundaries. you realise he’s not method acting. the possessiveness, the tension, the jealousy, it’s all real. and if the storyline ends, he won’t take it well.

part one // part two // part three // part four // part five // part six // part seven

it was the night before the mixed tag match,

you couldn’t sleep.

the hotel room was too quiet, too dark, too full of thoughts you couldn’t outrun. you lay flat on your back, staring at the ceiling, your phone resting on your chest like it weighed a thousand pounds.

you shouldn’t text him.

you did anyway.

you up?

a beat. then another. you counted five long seconds before the screen lit up.

don’t overthink it. just be what they want.

short. cold. detached.

like he hadn’t had you backed against a wall two nights ago with his hands under your shirt and your name in his mouth.

you stared at the message, thumb hovering. you should’ve let it go.

you didn’t.

you threw on a hoodie, didn’t bother with shoes, and walked down the hallway barefoot, the carpet rough under your feet. your pulse was louder than your footsteps.

you didn’t knock gently.

the door opened fast, like he’d been waiting. punk didn’t say anything, just looked at you.

you pushed past him.

he shut the door quietly. locked it. then turned.

"what do you want?" he asked.

you hated that he said it like that. like you didn’t already know.

"don’t play with me" you said. your voice didn’t shake, but it was close.

he stepped closer. "you’re the one standing in my room in the middle of the night."

you didn’t answer.

"you want to yell?" he asked. "slap me? or do you just want me to finish what you wouldn’t let me start?"

your breath hitched.

he was too close now, the heat of him pressed against your skin like a warning. or a promise.

you grabbed his collar.

he kissed you first.

it wasn’t soft. it wasn’t slow. it was furious, weeks of tension, confusion, and craving finally snapping. his hands were on your waist, your thighs, under the hem of your hoodie before you could think. he shoved you back against the door and kissed you like he wanted to brand himself into your mouth. you moaned into it. let him.

you let him lift your leg, slot between your hips, grind into you slow and hard. his fingers dug into your skin like he didn’t trust you not to vanish.

you yanked his shirt up. he pulled yours down. teeth scraped. hands fumbled.

it was getting dangerous.

and you wanted to let it.

but you didn’t.

"we can't do it like this" you whispered against his mouth.

he stopped, but not immediately.

he pulled back just enough to look at you. his breathing was ragged. his lips were red.

"you sure?" he asked. voice low. rough.

you nodded. even though every inch of you was screaming to say no.

he let go of your leg, slowly, deliberately. stepped back like it hurt him.

and then he said it. quiet, steady.

"if you run again. i won’t be so patient next time."

your heart thudded against your ribs.

you didn’t respond.

you left.

but your lips still burned, your thighs still ached, and when you climbed back into bed, you couldn’t stop shaking, not from fear.

from need.

and the terrifying truth that you weren’t going to stop next time.

∘•···············•∘ʚ ♡ ɞ∘•················•∘

the locker room was buzzing, distant music, producers on headsets, the thrum of the live crowd bleeding through the concrete. but in the hallway outside gorilla, it felt like time had paused. just the three of you.

becky folded her arms over her chest, eyes sharp but tired. she’d seen the look on your face after last week’s promo, seen the shift. not fear. not denial.

want.

"you don’t have to do this", she said quietly. "you know that, right?"

you forced a tight smile. "it’s just a match."

"no, it’s not", bron said.

he leaned against the wall, arms crossed, jaw tight. he hadn’t said much to you in days not since he watched you follow punk out of the arena and not look back.

he looked at you now like he barely recognized you.

"you think he’s playing a part out there", bron muttered. "he’s not. he’s playing you."

you didn’t respond.

"has he touched you?", becky asked, not accusing. just trying to understand.

you glanced at the ground. that was enough of an answer.

bron shook his head. "you’re smarter than this."

"no", you said softly. "i’m really not."

becky stepped closer, her voice gentler now. "if you’re scared, say it. we’ll help."

you looked up, met her eyes and she saw it: not fear.

longing. something dark. something cracked wide open and pouring out.

"i’m not scared,” you said. "i just… i need to see this through."

bron pushed off the wall. "if he lays a hand on you out there"

"he already has", you interrupted. calm. honest.

he flinched like you’d slapped him.

then the headset crackled from gorilla.

"thirty seconds to entrances."

you turned, heart pounding.

they didn’t try to stop you.

becky touched your arm as you passed. not to pull you back, just a reminder.

you’re not alone.

but you felt like it.

you took your place in the shadows behind the curtain. the lights in the arena dimmed. the audience roared.

your theme hit first.

you walked out to a wall of heat, cheers, a few boos, too much energy to read clearly. you didn’t wave. didn’t smile. you walked straight down the ramp, all fire and steel, like you weren’t crumbling on the inside.

and then his music hit.

the pop was deafening. cm punk walked out slow, deliberate, hoodie up, head down. when he looked up, his eyes were on you.

not the crowd. not the ring.

just you.

he joined you at ringside. didn’t say a word. just touched your wrist lightly, a reminder of control disguised as chemistry.

the camera caught it.

the commentary ran with it.

"they’re in sync tonight", cole said. "let’s hope their opponents can keep up."

you felt his hand at the small of your back as you stepped onto the apron.

it lingered.

and somewhere in the crowd, you swore you heard a voice yell:

"RUN!"

but it was too late.

you were already his.

and the match hadn’t even started.

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from the moment the bell rang, the air felt wrong.

the ring was just a stage, but nothing about the way punk moved said performance. he stalked bron from the apron like a predator watching prey, his eyes flicking constantly to you, daring bron to touch you.

becky started against you.

the two of you circled, locked up, traded holds. it was fast, technical, smooth the kind of chemistry that came from trust. but even then, you felt it in the back of your mind.

the burn of a stare. the pull of him, just outside the ropes.

when you hit a clean arm drag on becky and the crowd popped, you caught a glimpse of punk on the apron.

he wasn’t smiling.

when you tagged him in, his knuckles brushed yours.

he hit the ropes like a storm, barrelling into bron with a stiff clothesline that snapped his neck back. the ref gave him a warning, but punk didn’t look away.

bron hit him harder the second time. the crowd came alive. You couldn’t look away.

they were stiff. too stiff. each move more real than the last.

becky called your name to refocus.

you tagged back in.

and then everything went sideways.

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you were running a spot, leapfrog, drop down, hip toss, routine stuff. until your foot caught the edge of the mat just wrong. your ankle twisted beneath you, pain slicing up your leg like lightning.

you hit the canvas hard.

the arena gasped.

becky hesitated, then dropped to a knee beside you, whispering, "are you okay?"

you bit back a curse, nodded, forced yourself upright. you waved the ref off, limped to the corner.

punk was already leaning over the ropes, arm out.

eyes locked on you.

you reached for the tag.

the moment his fingers touched yours, he vaulted over the ropes, didn’t wait for becky, didn’t wait for bron. he charged.

he tackled bron off the apron and kept swinging.

the bell didn’t ring.

but it should have.

the ref screamed at him. bron fought back. but punk wasn’t working anymore. he was hitting. open-handed slaps, stiff forearms, a closed fist that made the commentary team yell for control.

the crowd didn’t know what they were watching. heat turned to confusion.

security came down the ramp.

and still, punk kept going, until bron shoved him off and shouted, "she’s hurt, you psycho!"

punk turned his head.

looked at you, still down, clutching your ankle.

something shifted.

he got out of the ring, came to your side, crouched low.

"you okay?" he asked, but his voice didn’t match the words. it was too calm. too focused.

you nodded weakly, unsure if you were lying.

he looked up at the ref.

"she’s done."

he picked you up before you could argue.

like a princess in a fairy tale. or a hostage.

the camera followed you both as he carried you up the ramp.

the audience didn’t cheer.

they just watched.

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medical tried to intercept him at gorilla.

he didn’t even slow down.

"move", punk barked, his voice like a gunshot.

he shoved past the medic, dragging you through production like you weighed nothing, not gently, not carefully. possessively. like you belonged to him.

someone shouted his name, told him to stop.

he didn’t.

not until you hissed in pain, your ankle jolting from the motion.

only then did he stop. just for a second.

he set you down hard on a crate, hands still on your waist even as the trainers swarmed in, bandages, ice pack, rapid-fire questions. you didn’t answer any of them.

you couldn’t take your eyes off him.

punk stood a few feet away, chest heaving, fists clenched like he was still in the match. Still in the fight.

and then bron stormed in like a hurricane.

"the fuck is wrong with you?" he snapped, fury vibrating off every word.

punk turned slow, like he’d been waiting.

"she was hurt", he said flatly.

"that doesn’t give you the right to lose your goddamn mind! you could’ve gotten someone seriously hurt out there"

"she was seriously hurt,", punk growled, stepping forward, eyes blazing. "because you couldn’t keep her safe."

bron didn’t back down. "she’s not your responsibility. she’s not your possession."

punk’s mouth twitched, not a smile. something colder. more lethal.

"she’s mine when you drop the ball."

becky pushed between them fast, hands on both chests. "back off. both of you."

Neither moved.

bron’s eyes flicked to you, pleading, angry, betrayed. "tell him to back off."

you didn’t say anything.

you couldn’t. not when punk was standing behind becky like a loaded weapon. Not when your skin still burned from the way he’d carried you.

your silence was louder than a scream.

bron’s jaw clenched like it might crack.

he looked at you one last time, saw the conflict, the confusion and something worse.

he walked out without another word.

becky hesitated. her gaze lingered on your face. disappointed. heartbroken.

then she followed him.

the room went quiet, save for the hum of medical equipment and the pounding in your head.

punk stepped closer. crouched beside you like nothing had happened. like you hadn’t just watched him unravel in front of everyone.

"you should’ve let me end it sooner", he murmured.

you turned to him. whispered, "i’m not yours."

his eyes locked on yours.

dark. possessive.

"not yet."

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4ranghaes · 8 months ago

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HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT. Woonhak gets jealous when he introduces your to his members bc they tease him and compliment you and DADADA it wld be so so cute.

P.S. Could I be 🎬 anon??

hiya!! of course, 🎬 anon!!!😛💓 hope you enjoy <33

kim woonhak x reader [fluff, fem!reader]

10:16 - the ringing of the dorm doorbell rang through the walls, woonhak turning to look at his hyungs in panic

“okay. can you all, please, be normal?” he pleaded, eyes big and darting between the five members, “i will do anything you want afterwards if you all promise to not scare her out the door.”

“woonhak-ah, relax,” jaehyun smiled, “we’re annoying, not evil.”

“we’re just curious about her! i promise, she won’t even know we’re here,” taesan spoke reassuringly.

woonhak nodded uneasily, finally walking to the front door and swinging it open. a big smile spread across his face upon seeing you, his arms opening immediately to welcome you in. you stepped forward, snaking your own arms around his waist, slipping your hands under his hoodie to warm them up.

“hiya,” you whispered, giggling slightly.

“hi,” woonhak smiled, “welcome to my dorm!”

you pulled away, beginning to take off your shoes before looking up and seeing 5 grinning men in the living room. woonhak turned to look at you apologetically.

“hyungs, this is y/n, my girlfriend,” woonhak spoke, his voice unusually tight, “y/n, this is sungho, riwoo, jaehyun, taesan and leehan. okay, nice to meet you all, we’re going to my room!”

“wait, don’t we get to introduce ourselves?” riwoo spoke innocently, grabbing woonhak before he could run into his bedroom, dragging you along with him. “y/n, we actually just ordered some chicken, why don’t you guys join us?!”

woonhak quickly shook his head, “no we really—”

“oh i actually haven’t eaten today,” you said sheepishly, looking at your boyfriend with a nod, “if you guys don’t mind…”

“not at all! we always order too much,” sungho smiled, motioning for you to sit at the dining table, “do you want a drink?”

you dropped woonhak’s hand, moving further into the kitchen as he whined. jaehyun laughed, slapping him on the shoulder. “should’ve moved faster, baby.”

the time passed by quickly, the chicken arriving as you talked and laughed with the members.

“ya– kim woonhak! you never told us your girlfriend was so funny!” sungho exclaimed.

“and too cute,” jaehyun cooed, stroking your hair and poking at your cheeks, in the exact same way he usually does to your boyfriend.

you laughed, shrugging jaehyun off as you looked across the room to your boyfriend. he had a small, fake smile on his face in response to the members talking to him, spending most of his time looking at his phone with a sulk.

“sorry guys, it was really nice to meet all of you but i’m actually really tired i think i should go lie down,” you said, brushing the crumbs off of your lap as you stood up.

“of course! i’ll–” jaehyun started, trying to be as helpful as always, until he saw your gaze on woonhak’s sulking figure. “baby, your girlfriend’s calling you.”

woonhak looked up suddenly, eyes bright as he blinked at you. “wanna show me your room?” you smiled.

woonhak scrambled up off the floor, grabbing your hand and marching in the direction of his room.

“door open!” riwoo yelled.

“ah hyung!” your boyfriend whined, slamming the door defiantly as the two of you stepped into his room.

“so this is your’s, hmm?” you teased, looking at his plushies laid out over his bed and the slight mess all over his desk.

woonhak didn’t say anything, going over and sitting on his bed, pulling said plushie onto his lap, fiddling with it.

“i’m sorry i spent so much time with your members today,” you murmured, climbing on the bed next to him and resting your head on his shoulder.

woonhak sighed, “it’s okay.”

“no it’s not, you’re all sulky,” you pouted, poking his cheek.

“am not!”

“look at you!” you laughed, “you’re either sulky or jealous and…” woonhak glanced up at you, his lip between his teeth. “oh please don’t tell me you’re jealous!”

“why?! you’re my girlfriend!” he exclaimed, “they were all making you laugh and cuddling you! and you didn’t even say anything!”

“our woonhak-ie’s jealous!” you cooed, wrapping your arms around him, stroking his hair dramatically.

“ah shut up,” he said, becoming embarrassed.

“i’m sorry,” you giggled, kissing his shoulder, “i really didn’t mean to make you jealous. and i’m here now, aren’t i? alone with you.”

woonhak blushed, “yeah.”

“want to cuddle?”

woonhak’s smile came back to his face, nodding as his hair flopped on his head, shifting so he was cuddled into your side.

you scoffed, kissing his head, “big baby.”

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whxrecruxxes · 1 year ago

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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.

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