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D.A | C.R.E.A.M

Male reader x Danielle Marsh

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tags: if you hate italy don’t read it (probably a galli mf), bathtub/shower sex, kinda public sex, some feet stuff, some massage oil stuff

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Florence was beautiful at night, yes—like all of Italy, basically. But after a 15-hour flight, you didn't have the energy to go out for a drink alone that night when you arrived.

You were so tired that you didn't even go to the hotel you were going to stay at for the rest of those days. Instead, you ended up in a modest hotel run by a kind and hospitable older woman, who even helped you carry your luggage even though you'd insisted she didn't need to. As a thank you, the next morning upon departure, you not only paid for the room, but also left her a sizable tip to look after your luggage while you did all your chores.

So, feeling full and prepared, you hit the streets of Florence to make all the preparations for Dani's arrival the next day. The first thing, of course, was breakfast, and your choice was the Pasticceria Nencioni, a small dessert shop in the Sant'Ambrogio neighborhood, near the city center. The normal thing would have been to walk, since that's what you always did, but you were so far away that you ended up calling a taxi.

You were hoping for a peaceful day, but as you got out of the taxi and walked into the pedestrian street, a couple of guys stopped you to ask for photos. It didn't bother you; you were always very friendly and receptive to people who knew you and loved your job. But you didn't expect someone to recognize you on that remote street. It was to be expected in places like Rome or Milan, full of tourists and people of all cultures, but Florence was slightly more niche. A mere coincidence? Maybe.

What was certain was that you had to start getting used to the fact that your popularity wasn't the same as it had been two years ago, when you were barely known by chronically online folks. Now things were quite different. And you didn’t know how to feel about it.

After the minor setback, you walked down the street until you reached the small pastry shop, whose facade consisted solely of its awning with the name on it and the glass doors wide open, giving it a modest and welcoming appearance. The place was already bustling with activity at that hour, so you waited patiently in line to order, your mouth already watering with the smell of baked sugar, hot butter and hazelnut.

Your breakfast ended up being a couple of pieces of torta al semolino—a traditional pastry filled with semolina cream and covered in chocolate—a cream-filled croissant, a cappuccino, and a small glass of water that Italians always served with their coffee.

Many customers just placed their orders and left after paying, so inside the pastry shop there were a couple of free tables next to the tall wooden display case to the left of the main counter, filled with antique bottles, books, small statues, and collectibles. Although you usually sat near the front, this time you went to a table at the back so you could do what you wanted to do in peace.

It must have been around midnight in L.A, which meant Wony was already at her hotel. Your girlfriend answered the video call as quickly as ever.

"Hi honey!" Wony greeted, walking across her room to lie down on her bed. She was wearing the same pink sweater she'd been wearing in the photos she sent you while you were asleep.

"Hey, darling," you smiled at your phone screen, adding sugar to your cappuccino. "Caught you busy?"

"Oh nah, I just got back to the hotel," Wony replied, and looked away for a moment to grab something before looking at you again. Judging by the shape of what she put in her mouth, you guessed it was her multivitamins. "How was your flight?"

"Terrible," you sighed, and took a sip of the cappuccino, careful not to burn your tongue. "I didn't get to sleep, for some reason. I just read and watched movies the whole trip."

"Oh my," Wony pouted and raised her eyebrows in concern as you scooped up a piece of cake with your spoon and brought it to your mouth. "My poor boy... At least you slept when you landed?"

"Not where I had planned, but yeah," you replied, your gaze momentarily on your breakfast. The cream-filled croissant was your next victim.

"Not where you had planned?"

"Seeing as I couldn't handle myself, I told the taxi driver to take me to the first decent hotel he found," you spoke with your mouth full, so you covered it with the back of your hand to avoid being unpleasant. You quickly swallowed. "And so I ended up in a quaint little place run by a kind old granny named Giuseppina."

Wony laughed, making you smile.

"Giuseppina?" she repeated. Her Italian pronunciation was improving every day.

"Oh yeah," you nodded. "A real sweetheart. And how are you? How's Tommy Jeans treating you?"

"Wonderful!" Wony responded, her face lighting up. "They were so nice to me. And they gave me a ton of snacks and clothes."

"Clothes you'd model for me, right?"

"I always model my new clothes for you, babe. By the way, where are you?"

"Oh right," you picked up your phone, which was leaning against the vase in the middle of the table, and put the back camera on to show her the bakery, just for a few seconds so as not to upset anyone. "A bakery near the center. It's amazing. I have to take you here sometime."

"Oh gosh, it's so pretty!" Wony said as you put the front camera back on. "You're having breakfast, aren't you? Let me see."

As if you were at a mukbang, you picked up both plates with the cakes and the croissant and showed them to the camera.

"Damn, that's yummy," Wony sighed. "Now I'm hungry."

"You have snacks to spare, right?"

"Yeah, but none of them are that cake."

"Well, I know the recipe. I can make it for you when we're home."

Wony remained silent, just looking at you with her head tilted. They were eyes full of love. Whenever she looked at you like that, you kissed her out of pure instinct. You wished you could have done it at that moment.

"My sweet boy, have I ever told you how much I love you?" Wony said, making you blush like an idiot in the middle of the pastry shop.

"All the time," you smiled.

"Great, because I don't want you to ever forget it."

"I'll never forget it because you love me as much as I love you, darling."

Wony brought her camera to her lips and covered it with kisses before returning to the usual shot.

"You're not prepared for how clingy I'll be in Paris," she said. "Poor you."

"Oh come on, you say that like I don't love it."

"I'm just warning you, sweetie."

The next few minutes were spent talking about your respective flights and things that happened along the way. You'd already finished your cake and croissant, and there was only a little cappuccino left when you saw the time.

"Honey, I should go," you said, stacking the empty plates. "I still have a lot of things to do."

"Okay, baby," Wony replied. "I'll take a bath and go to sleep. Will you be awake when I wake up?"

"Most likely. Will you wake up early?"

"8 in the morning, I think," Wony nodded.

"About 5 in the afternoon here, great."

"I'll text you when I get up then," Wony waved goodbye and blew you a kiss. "Bye baby, I love youuu! Don't forget to send me pictures. Of you, if possible."

"You have my word, honey," you blew the kiss back. "Love you too. Ciao."

After hanging up the video call, you sat for a moment checking your messages and email. Sohyun had sent you pictures of your cats and asked if everything had gone well on the flight. Sully had also texted you with the same intention. Dani, for her part, had told you her flight from Seoul was leaving at midnight—around 5 p.m. there in Florence—and that she would arrive tomorrow morning.

But the one you didn't expect a message from, considering how busy she must be with all the preparations for her trip to Milan, was Rina.

Just as you were leaving and opened her chat, she was online, and she'd sent you a photo that you feared was... God. Your heart nearly leaped out of your mouth.

You had to take a moment to make sure no one was watching your screen and to process the content of the photo. A nude, of course. Sexy as hell, as only she knew how to make them.

With the Rina issue settled for now and your stomach full, you paid for your breakfast and finally left the bakery to take a taxi to the Maserati dealership, because clearly you couldn't take a taxi everywhere while you were in Florence.

Now, last year, your visit to Milan had made you discover a guilty pleasure, and it was expensive things. Very expensive things.

This was demonstrated when you unnecessarily rented the Purosangue, only to buy it months later at a higher price than usual due to import costs to Korea. Also a couple of months ago, when in a fit of love for your beloved girlfriend you had splurged $150,000 on just one necklace—she always wore it, so it wasn’t a regret for you and, to be honest, now you saw that figure as a small change.

And now, at the Maserati dealership, you exclusively consider the high-priced options. Although it's not as if there were any cheap options. It was either expensive or... less expensive.

The salesman who advised you, realizing that you knew more about cars than he might have expected, thankfully didn't try to take you for a fool and was quite helpful. One of the options was a convertible, but the point of those cars was to drive without the top up, and considering the mess that would arise if Dani was caught co-piloting a foreign guy—the two of them alone, in an Italian city—you decided to rule it out.

The final decision was a silver GranTurismo Trofeo, a gorgeous coupe with a 550-horsepower V6 engine. It was one of the few units left that was still brand new, as Maserati would soon become a 100% electric brand in a few years. The salesman clarified that the unit they had at the dealership wasn't available for rent, and that he would contact the third-party company they partnered with to bring yours in as soon as possible.

When the car arrived, you signed all the necessary paperwork and the contract, checked the condition of the vehicle, and proceeded to pay for the days you would use it. Your little treat cost you around $4,500. Minutes later, you were driving the coupe through the beautiful streets of Florence to Grandma Giuseppina's hotel.

After picking up your luggage and leaving the elderly woman another tip, you packed everything in the trunk of the car and drove to the Four Seasons, the hotel you had originally planned to stay at with Dani for those few days.

The imposing palatial building, worthy of a Raffaello Sanzio painting, rose along the narrow one-way street. At that hour, sunlight bathed the smooth ochre facade, casting shadows from the trees in the park on the opposite side of the road, where you had parked to get out and take a quick look at the small windows on each floor before crossing the street.

On the other side of the road, you passed between the two ornate columns and went through the stately dark wooden door that led you inside the hotel.

The palatial appearance of the hotel was also preserved inside. The first thing to attract attention was the majestic marble statue in the center of the interior patio, which was surrounded by four corridors with high arches and open columns crowned with murals and ornamentation carved from the same stone. The air was fresh, sweetened by the scent of freshly picked flowers from the patio. A group of visibly wealthy people chatted with courteous ease, sitting on the chairs and the green velvet sofa in front of the statue.

The corridor you were standing in had display cases behind each column on your left, featuring Rolex watches, handbags from various Italian brands, and jeweled accessories. But as you walked toward the reception desk, your attention was drawn to the arched ceiling, coffered with hexagonal panels that covered the entire surface, each decorated with ornamentation around the edges and a carved flower in the center.

As you walked through the corridor, you passed through the open door at the far end and entered the reception. Behind the counter on your right was the receptionist, a woman with her hair tied back in a bun and wearing the hotel uniform. You went with her to inquire about the available suites, giving you a range of options, from which, once again, you chose the most expensive option.

With your reservation for the suite—if you could call it that—made, you went to the car to get your luggage and returned inside to be helped and directed by a bellboy. To get there, you went out to the hotel's back garden, which was part of the Giardino della Gherardesca: a big shared garden that took up the entire block and served as a common space between hotels and institutes.

Outside, you circled the pool and left the hotel area enclosed by the hedges behind. The garden was larger than it looked, with paths winding through groves and small points of interest like fountains and parks where people gathered for various activities.

The suite was tucked away in the opposite corner of the garden, so you had to walk a couple more minutes until you spotted it in the distance. It was a cabin preceded by a wide semi-roundabout with a fountain in the center. As you passed through it, a perfectly manicured hedge and flowerbeds caught your attention: in the center, an archway covered in vines and flowering bushes led you inside.

The bellboy spoke to you as you passed under the arch, explaining the services available, the hours of service, and also giving you some historical context about the suite.

As soon as you crossed the archway, you were greeted by the wide circle formed by the perfectly manicured garden, with the small pool—more like a good-sized jacuzzi—on the left side, next to two lounge chairs and an umbrella. On the right side, there wasn't much else, just grass, flower beds near the side of the cabin, and a tree.

The cabin consisted, of course, of a single floor, accessed through two double glass doors, flanked by windows and framed at the top by a wrought iron structure with patterns of symmetrical circles and curves. Both were wide open, one revealing the living room and the other the only bedroom.

"D'ora in poi starò bene, fratello. Grazie mille," you told the bellboy with a smile, asking for your other suitcase.

"Ci faccia sapere se ha bisogno di qualcosa, signor Leone," the bellboy replied, handing you the suitcase handle as you took a few steps back. "Buon soggiorno."

"Grazie," you nodded, shook his hand in gratitude, and followed the stone path to the bedroom.

The first thing you did upon entering was leave your backpack and briefcase on the queen-size bed to the right. The two suitcases went into the corner between the mattress and the back wall. Then, you took off your shoes and sat on the lower edge of the bed with your feet up on the upholstered bench, taking out your phone and taking some pictures to send to Wony and Sohyun. Some shots were more elaborate than others, but you made sure to show as much as possible: the chandelier above your head, the television resting on the hand-painted bombé dresser, and even the visible part of the garden.

After taking the photos, you climbed into bed and began unpacking things from both your backpack and your briefcase. Since you weren't planning on going out again, you also went to one of your suitcases and took out some sweatpants and a wool sweater to change into.

Now more comfortable and without much to do, you set out for a mini tour of the cabin. First, you went to the right. There, the small hallway, with a circular mirror on the wall, opened in two directions.

The room to the left was a sort of dressing room, with an electronic safe and spaces for hanging and storing clothes. Nothing special.

But on the other side was the bathroom, which in itself looked like the lobby of a palace thanks to the marble walls and the gilded details of the double sinks and the large mirror on the left. On the opposite side, a dressing table with a stool and an ornate mirror placed above it, which you took to take another couple of photos. And within the same room, through a door to the left of the sink, were the toilets.

The other path led to an intersection, with the glass shower door on your left. You went to the right, and smiled at the sight of the bathtub embedded in the floor in the last room. You also took a photo, but you sent it to Dani, hoping she'd understand the possible uses you could give to it.

With that part explored, you returned to the bedroom and took the path to the other end of the cabin, past the central window visible from outside and another small bathroom.

The living room wasn't exactly modern, at least not by today's minimalist standards. It was more of a perfect blend of various vintage and eclectic styles, such as the white upholstered furniture, the classic-looking rug with brown prints on khaki, the nineties chairs, and the chandelier. And the entire right-hand wall consisted of gleaming glass panels, with a recessed space for a dresser, adjacent to a shelf with another gold-framed mirror above it.

All in all, it was one of the best $24,000 you'd ever spent. There was no way you'd regret it. On top of that, Dani's company was only going to make it better.

The cold breeze was starting to pick up, and the sun was already setting. In theory, it was still winter in Italy, which meant the delicious chill would slowly begin to penetrate the cabin. There wouldn't be any need to lock the doors just yet, so you sat on the couch, put your bare feet up on the coffee table, and relaxed with your phone. You even did an hour-long IG live to update your followers.

Wony also texted you, having woken up on her side of the world. You didn't speak for too long, as she had to grab a quick breakfast and rush to her schedule. But you made sure to give her the boost of motivation and affection she needed from her boyfriend to face her day.

Hours later, you ordered dinner from the hotel staff, and after eating, you showered and finally closed the cabin doors to go into your bedroom. Then you took out your laptop and started handling business matters in your email. The most important thing was to confirm your attendance at Fashion Week in a few days. Upon doing so, your internal point of contact at Prada almost immediately sent you a dossier-like document containing information about the event, such as schedules, exact locations, content guidelines for social media, and appointments with the styling, marketing, and logistics teams before the event.

By the time you'd tied up as many loose ends as possible it was almost midnight, which meant it was time to go to sleep since Dani would arrive first thing in the morning.

So you closed your laptop, went to close the curtains, and set an alarm for 6 a.m. before snuggling under the blanket and going to sleep.

The morning in Florence was beautiful as you drove to the Amerigo Vespucci Airport. Caraphernelia by Pierce the Veil played through the car speakers at a moderate volume. There were just under ten minutes until Dani landed, so you were on time.

Traffic was light at that time of day, so you were able to cut some corners and arrive a couple of minutes early.

Once parked, you put on the sunglasses Prada had given you as part of a welcome gift a couple of days earlier and got out of the car to head into the airport, hands in the pockets of your brown aviator jacket.

When you stopped to wait near the airport shopping center it was already 7:04. But it wasn't long before Dani Marsh appeared in the distance, looking like something out of a fashion magazine, wearing a black hat, sunglasses, a pink Hysteric Glamour oversized aviator jacket, a long black skirt, and brown boots. A large suitcase in her hand and her phone in the other.

Just as she'd told you, she was coming alone. She'd mentioned something about the possibility of her sister joining her, but it seemed her plans didn't work out. It was a shame, because her sister was just as lovely as she was, and you were happy to be able to show them both Florence.

But being alone would definitely have its advantages.

Dani smiled from ear to ear when you took a few steps forward and made her notice you. Her gait quickened, dodging the traffic. You closed the distance until you met halfway and hugged.

"Hi dearrr!!" Dani squealed, her arms clinging to your neck.

"What's up, darling?" You smiled, wrapping your arms around her body and holding her tight. "How was the flight?"

"Uhm, pretty chill! I slept through most of it," she replied as she pulled away and took off her sunglasses. You did the same. "Then I woke up two hours before landing. And you? How are you doing? Sorry for making you wake up so early."

"Nah it's okay," you shook your head. "I slept enough. Although I can't say the same about my damn flight here. You were lucky, at least."

Dani giggled.

"The pills helped, believe me. I can recommend the ones I use."

"Please tell me it's Klonopin, those are my favorite."

"What the hell are you talking about, Leone?!" Dani laughed, tapping you in the chest with the palm of her hand. "Don't say that again!"

"Sorry, you made it too easy for me," you smiled, and opened an arm toward the exit. "Shall we go?"

"Alright!" Dani nodded, putting her sunglasses back on.

"Let me help you with that," you said, taking her suitcase and starting to walk outside. "I hope you're hungry. I know the perfect place for us to have breakfast together."

"Thought of everything, huh?" Dani giggled, holding onto your arm. "I am, yeah."

"Your first time in Florence can't be a mediocre experience, Marsh. Of course I thought of everything."

"Something more like my first time in Rome, then?"

Suddenly, memories of that spontaneous trip quickly flooded your mind. A jacuzzi, on a terrace overlooking the Colosseum, Hanni, Dani, and Minji, all three of them on your cock...

"Yeah, something like that," you sighed, forcing yourself to push the memory out of your head.

Dani just laughed again. Perhaps noticing the blush on your cheeks.

After a couple of minutes of walking, you walked out of the airport and headed to where you were parked, which wasn't too far from the main entrance.

"Oh wow, you didn't spare any expense either, I see," Dani said as you crossed a road, watching you press the car remote to unlock the doors.

"And wait until you see where we're staying. Hop in, honey."

You opened the passenger door for Dani and went to put her suitcase in the trunk. Then you got into your seat, took off your sunglasses, and left them folded on the dashboard. Dani followed suit, taking off her hat as well.

"Do you really know how...?" Dani pointed to the touchscreen embedded in the dashboard. "You know, how to use that thing."

"It's not that complicated," you replied, and pressed the button to the left of the steering wheel to start the engine. "Put your seatbelt on, thanks."

Dani and you put your seatbelts on, and after adjusting the car's internal GPS through the touchscreen navigation panel, you hit the accelerator and drove to Via Alessandro Guidoni, heading for the Caffè Gilli. It was about a 20-minute drive, so you told Dani to get comfortable and put on some music.

"Did you come here often?" Dani asked halfway there, her eyes on the Hilton Garden Hotel park as you rolled past. "I mean, I know you're from Milan, but you seem to know this city well."

"I've visited every city in Lombardy and Tuscany at least twice," you replied, taking a small right turn. "I used to come to Florence in particular all the time," you took another left. "I mean, I don't know every shortcut and every detail, but I'm pretty familiar."

"Oh, okay..." Dani nodded, still entranced by the park to your right. "What about the south?"

"Southern Italy? Well, I've been there a few times, yeah," you nodded. "I was recently in Naples on vacation. There's some of that on my IG feed."

"Yeah, I remember seeing some stories. But did you go alone?"

Sohee had asked you to be a walking grave about that vacation of yours last September. In her words, no one, absolutely no one, could find out about that. Months had passed since you last spoke, and you had agreed to distance yourself due to the dangerous nature of whatever it was you had going on between you, but like the gentleman you were, you were going to respect her request. The secrecy was so profound that not even your closest friends knew.

Although, of course, the sharpest among them could have made connections, since Sohee had also posted photos in the same places as you... with photos you had taken. Like, no one had ever accused you of anything, thankfully. But chances are someone would be suspicious.

"Nope, I went with a friend and his brother," you replied. "The pizza there is incredible. The scenery too. Especially on the Amalfi Coast when you take a boat ride."

"Then I have to go sometime. I love boat rides."

"You're Aussie, no surprise there."

Dani chuckled.

"Look, I could be offended but you're right. In fact, since I'm such an Aussie, I've got a spider here for you."

Dani then reached out and tickled your ribs and thigh. She knew you hated that shit.

"Hey, no!" You squirmed, between pain and laughter. But Dani wouldn't stop. "Stop!! You're going to fucking kill us!"

With your free hand, you tried to stop her, and between struggles, her hand ended up on your crotch. She could have immediately removed it and kept bothering you, but fortunately for your hatred of tickling, she didn't.

"Oh, woopsies," Dani giggled, giving your bulge a squeeze that made you gasp. Then she removed her hand. "Are you going to feed it to me one of these days?"

"Not if you keep fucking tickling me," you snapped, a little angrily.

"Okay," Dani clasped her hands in her lap and looked out the window. "I'll be a good girl... daddy."

You took a deep breath and forced yourself to focus on the road so as not to wind her up. After about 10 minutes, you were driving into the historic center of Florence, through the narrow Via del Corso, lined with buildings with shops on their ground floors. The Caffè Gilli was located in the Piazza della Repubblica, a large square famous for its cafes and restaurants, so you had to get out of the car a corner earlier to continue on foot.

Dani stopped at a few places to take pictures and have you take them for her. She seemed enchanted by the place, even though the day wasn't as beautiful as in warmer times of the year and the sky was slightly clouded. If only she knew what you had in store for her.

After filling Dani's gallery with the first photos of the trip, you finally walked toward the café.

The place had two areas: the usual facade, on the ground floor of the building, with columns between each entrance and an awning that stretched from side to side; and a large covered dining area right in front, which you entered.

It was the time of day when people usually went out for breakfast, so the tables filled up more quickly. You hurried to take one toward the back of the left wing, not too far from the rear glass wall. Dani took more photos there, until a waiter came to welcome you and take your orders.

"Are all the cafes in Italy this cute?" Dani asked a couple of minutes later, glancing around. "I remember saying the exact same thing in Rome."

"Our breakfasts are sacred," you replied, arms crossed on the table. "Most Italians' day begins right here. So all our cafes are made with love. Pure tradition."

The waiter arrived with the first part of your order: a cappuccino with oat milk for you and a doppio espresso for Dani, along with a bowl of fresh fruit with figs, grapes, melon, and berries.

"Speaking of love..." Dani's smile slowly faded. She looked down as she opened a sugar packet for her espresso. "What happened between you and Hanni? She never wanted to talk to me about it."

You sighed and looked down at the bowl of fruit to pick up a grape and eat it. That topic was already a thing of the past, or so it was supposed to be. Talking about it and rubbing salt in the wound was a bitch. Especially with how everything had happened.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it, really," Dani said.

"No, it's okay," you shook your head. "I just don't like remembering," you looked up. "Fuck, where do I start? Well... it was the day of her testimony in court. You know, when she was on TV and everything. That day she came to my apartment to, you know, sleep over and whatever. All cute and normal as ever.

"But the next morning she was... weird. She woke up before me. And she never wakes up before me. She didn't kiss me good morning, nor was she as smiling as usual. Of course I immediately asked her what was wrong and... fuck, it was like a fucking ice bath. It was horrible.

"But what did she say to you?" Dani asked, distressed. "You're adding too much suspense. Spill it."

"She said she couldn't do it anymore. I'm not going to go on and on about everything we talked about. But basically, she said that given her current life state, she wasn't sure she could give me the best of herself. And that there were a lot of things she needed to focus on before focusing on a relationship."

There was a momentary silence. Dani stared at you as your expression turned gloomy.

"Ouch..." Dani said.

"Yeah... I mean, now that I think about it, I understand that reason. But come on Dani, I was always there for her through thick and thin. Always. I don't think there was a single thing I couldn't help her through. Like... ugh," you groaned in frustration. "Whatever."

Just then, the waiter arrived with the food. You had ordered cornetto al pistachio, and Dani ordered a mini platter of mixed pastries: a small cannolino, a sfogliatella, and a croissant filled with lemon cream.

"Grazie," you forced yourself to say so as not to be rude, as the plates were placed in front of you.

"Thank you," Dani smiled at the waiter, but the smile faded when she looked at you again. "Jeez... I'm sorry, baby. For you know… reopening the wound."

"It sucks, but whatever," you shrugged. "I'm lucky to have found someone who helped me get over it."

"That's cute," Dani smiled. "And I'm very happy. But you should know that Hanni has been deadass jealous at least three times since then. I mean she denies it. But I can read her face."

"That's her problem. She should have known better than to leave me like a dog in the cold."

Dani chuckled.

"Look, in her defense, I must say that everyone's life is really turned upside down right now. It hasn't been easy."

"I know it hasn't been, but that doesn't stop anyone from having some emotional intelligence. Anyway, enjoy your meal, dear."

Everything was as delicious as you'd hoped, and Dani was so enamored with the sfogliatella that she ordered another one to go. You could have stayed and chatted for a while longer, but you had other places to take her. And what better way to go than to a museum?

Dani loved art; she was almost as devoted to it as you were. If there was anyone who would appreciate the Uffizi Gallery, it would be her, without a doubt. So that was your next destination.

"Hey, it's not that I'm not excited about going to the museum, but can we go shopping later?" Dani asked as you drove to the gallery. "I want you to know that my suitcase is purposely half empty."

You chuckled.

"Are you serious?" you said, your eyes on the road. "Well, it wouldn't hurt to update my closet. I'm in."

"Great! Because I don't know anyone better to be a fashion judge than you."

"Well, yeah, that's obvious. And...?"

"That you'll have to approve every item I want to buy," Dani leaned over the center console between the seats and leaned close to your ear. "Even the underwear," she whispered.

"Danielle Marsh, should I find an alley and fuck you on the hood of the car? I swear to God you're getting on my nerves."

"We don't have time for that, dummy," Dani replied, returning to her seat. "We have a museum to go to, remember? And then some shopping to do."

The sugary, innocent tone of her voice, along with her cute Aussie accent, made you let out a heavy breath. There was no possible objection you could make; after all, you were the one responsible for your itinerary. But at this rate, with two days still ahead of you, there was no doubt that things were going to happen more than once.

You sincerely hoped so, because that tight body was a marvel.

A short 10-minute drive later, you arrived at the Uffizi Gallery, a massive building that housed entire collections of Renaissance paintings on the banks of the Arno River. The tour lasted almost three hours, as you spent a good amount of time talking about each of the most interesting paintings, such as The Birth of Venus or Spring by Sandro Botticelli, or Caravaggio's Medusa, among the dozens of others in the museum.

By the time you finished your visit it was around 2 p.m. Dani loved every second of the tour, which was especially satisfying for you since it was the first place you'd thought of showing her when she'd asked you to be her tour guide a few days earlier. Nothing was better than having someone reaffirm your excellent tastes and actually enjoy them.

"The Birth of Venus is a beauty in person, wow," Dani said, scrolling through her gallery to see all the photos she'd taken. She was no longer wearing her jacket: now it was wrapped around her waist, leaving her in a fitted black polo shirt. "Wait, wasn't that the one attacked by environmental activists last year?"

"That's one, yeah," you nodded. You were taking a break in front of the gallery entrance, leaning against the stone railing that overlooked the river. The sun was already peeking out from under the blanket of clouds in the sky, reflecting on the still-calm water. "Idiots who think that'll change anything. They only gained six months in jail."

"Well, at least they tried to make a change. It's something."

"You wanna know how I think a change can be made? It's not pretty, and it has to do with multibillionaires."

"Nope, I don't wanna know," Dani said, looking up to pat you on the chest. "You know what I do want to know? How many new clothes can I bring home."

"Don't you want lunch first? I know the perfect place."

"I don't think I'm hungry yet. Let's go shopping, come on!" Dani said with a little jump, grinning from ear to ear to try to convince you.

"Consumerism consumes you, girl."

"And it makes me happy too!" Dani took your hand and pulled you along as if she knew the way—she didn't. "Walk!"

Well, anyway, you had no choice.

After a couple of minutes of walking, you reached the place where you had parked the car. You got in and headed toward Via de' Tornabuoni, a long, straight street lined with luxury brand stores on every side and at every corner.

A little over five minutes later, you were there. You parked a corner early, near the Column of Justice, an iconic monument in Piazza Santa Trinita. When you got out, you just had to walk straight until you entered the aforementioned street.

The first store was Burberry. Dani let you search first, knowing that she would be the one who would take the longest. There weren't many things that caught your eye there; you only ended up picking up a black wool sweater, an oversized cotton T-shirt, some sneakers, and a gold ring.

Dani, on the other hand, was a Burberry ambassador, and therefore felt a greater affinity for the brand than you did. Her choices were more varied, and while you didn't end up approving of all of them, the number of items she bought almost doubled yours.

And of course, she also struck the first blow.

Without you realizing it, she'd sneaked a swimsuit into the clothes she was going to try on, and she sent you a photo from the fitting room wearing the tight garment, which perfectly hugged her slim, curvy figure. There were two photos: one from the front and one from the side. Both blatantly suggestive. The design was very pretty, it was worth noting: white stripes and black checks on a beige base. Approved.

The next stop was right in front, across the street. Pucci's extravagant and colorful prints weren't exactly your favorite, so you didn't check out too many things: just an iridescent hoodie, some swim shorts, a lighter case—yes, they had those—and a three-pack of trunks. It's not like you had much to do with it, either; Pucci was a brand more focused on women, and the men's section was tiny compared to the rest of the store.

Dani took her time again. Her tastes matched her personality, and unlike you, she loved colorful clothes with abstract designs. So she swept every corner of the store, grabbing item after item to try on. She also included a three-pack of briefs, which she thought you hadn't realized she'd snatched.

So it didn't take you by surprise when, from the fitting room, she sent you photos of herself trying on the panties. One photo for each style: the multicolored one, with an abstract pattern of curved shapes in black, white, pink, purple, and beige; the white ones, and the black ones. Now you received back shots of her pretty ass, and also close-up shots of her crotch at stupidly hot angles. Approved. And now you were horny.

"You know I'm throbbing for you right now, right?" you asked quietly in her ear as she paid for her clothes. You'd already paid for yours. Between Burberry and this one, you'd already spent around $5,000.

Dani held back a smile and turned around after a few seconds to lean closer to your ear.

"Good for you," she replied. "But we still have a lot of stores to see. Hang in there."

Reluctantly, you followed her back to the opposite side of the street, this time to enter Tiffany & Co.—where the necklace you bought for Wony was from. Being a jewelry, watches, and accessories brand, there was no attack towards you this time. But it was by far the place that took you the longest.

Dani could afford to buy everything she'd been buying up until now, yes. But there were things in that store whose prices were exorbitant, so she only ended up buying two pairs of earrings for 3.100 euros each. What she didn't know was that you were feeling pretty generous that day, and you let her choose anything else regardless of the price.

Her choice was a diamond ring, specifically the Tiffany Titan designed by Pharrell Williams. 12,000 euros. Convincing her that it was fine and that you wanted to buy it because you wanted to was a difficult task, but in the end, you managed to get her to leave the store wearing the ring and with a smile on her face.

The next store was Celine. There, the number of items you bought broke that day's record, but it was Dani who was most hesitant about her choice. There were only a few things she actually tried on that you approved of. That was because her focus had changed: more damn swimwear.

Celine had been one of the stores with the most swimwear so far, and you were sure Dani had sent you photos of herself in almost all of them, including the bikinis. Some were prettier than others, you even told her to buy a pair. But they all shared the same common factor, and that was her tight body looking delicious in every single photo.

It was already getting too difficult to hide how needy you were for her. Dani knew it, and she enjoyed every second of it, knowing that, despite you being the guide and the reason she was there in the first place, she was in control. Everything indicated that she wouldn't be satisfied until you set foot in every single store on the damned street.

Sadly, that’s how it was.

Alexander McQueen, Balenciaga—one of your favorite brands—, Fendi, Jil Sander, Prada—where, to your surprise, the attendants already recognized you as a new brand ambassador, and let you choose whatever you wanted to take with you at no cost—, Gucci, Giorgio Armani, Bvlgari, and finally Versace. In absolutely every store you bought at least one or two items, and you didn't even keep track of how much you'd spent anymore.

The problem was that the number of bags you were carrying was bordering on the bizarre. You didn't know the exact number; you only knew that you were also holding two with your teeth and that you'd have to make two trips.

Thank goodness the car was close, because you were starting to feel empathy for the poor pack animals. The bags you were already carrying filled the back seats and the footwell, while the rest went into the trunk next to Dani's suitcase.

"Jesus, it seems like we raided the entire street," you sighed, getting into the car. You closed your eyes with your hands on your knees, your head resting on the seat.

"It was quite a productive afternoon, don't complain," Dani replied.

"I have plenty of reasons to complain."

Dani didn't respond. You heard her shift in her seat, but you thought she was just searching for something in her bag or something else. When you opened your eyes and looked at her, your eyes nearly popped out of your head.

She had taken off the heavy skirt she was wearing, along with her shoes. Now she was wearing only her black polo shirt, stockings, and a pair of black panties. Your sense of alarm went off, making you look around in every direction in case anyone was watching. The car windows weren't completely black, just tinted, so if anyone had taken a look, they would have seen Dani half-naked in the passenger seat.

"Dani, what the fuck are you doing?!" you asked, rushing to start the car.

"I'm making up for the inconvenience," Dani retorted, and as you hurried to get out of there, she reached out to squeeze your cock through your pants. "Or are you not throbbing for me anymore?"

"You didn't have to fucking strip in the middle of the square," you scolded her, driving without knowing where to go. An alley was what you were looking for, but being so central in the city, it would be a difficult task. "Someone could have seen you."

"So what? No one knows me here," Dani said, unbuttoning your pants to unzip them and slip her hand into your boxers. Her fingers wrapped around your cock, rubbing it until it was hard. "To them I would’ve just been some exhibitionist Asian whore."

"At least one of those three things is true."

You gasped as Dani pulled your pants down to your mid-thighs and held your cock upright, slowly moving her hand over it.

"Yeah, I may be a whore," Dani acknowledged as she gave you a lazy handjob. "But you've been craving this whore's pussy all afternoon. You haven't even bothered to hide it."

Well, that was a point well earned.

Dani sped up her hand movements, not caring how focused you had to be to drive through certain stretches and certain curves. Then she climbed onto her knees in her seat and spat into her hand before returning it to your shaft. Her wrist was now moving at a fast, steady pace. Not abrupt or frantic. Careful and measured.

As you stopped at a light, Dani stopped her hand and moved from sitting on her heels to back on the seat, only now, carefully, she leaned her back against the car door and stretched her long legs into your lap, lifting her feet and removing her stockings right next to your face. With her now bare feet, she lowered them to your cock and took it between them.

"Dani, for God's sake," you gasped, taking one hand off the wheel and moving it to her lower abdomen, rubbing her pussy over her panties with your thumb. "How do you expect me to drive like this?"

"Find a way. That's not my problem," Dani replied, now masturbating you with her pretty feet.

You were forced to return your hand to the wheel when the light turned green, and also to speed up as you searched for an alley. All the while Dani's feet moved up and down on your cock. At certain points, you could afford to touch her, rubbing her slit again and again until her panties were wet. It got to the point where her panties were already pushed aside, and whenever you could afford to finger her, you did.

It took you 15 minutes to find a damn decent spot. Along the way, you'd probably angered more than one driver with your erratic driving, but it wasn't your damn fault.

The alley was narrow enough, with a residential building on the left and the wall of a small garage on the right. A few meters ahead, where the alley opened up, there was a guardhouse, but the lights were off and no one seemed to be inside. It wasn't the right place to take her outside and commit an obscene act, but at least it gave you discretion inside the car.

As soon as you parked and turned off the car, Dani swung her legs from your lap and hurriedly climbed over the console to straddle you. Her arms flung around your neck and her lips crashed down on yours. And you hurried to use the buttons on the side of the seat to move it away from the steering wheel and then tilt it all the way back.

Dani cradled your face in her hands, kissing you between small moans and heavy breaths. Her legs settled between the sides of your body and the car seat as you wrapped your arms around her slender body, sliding your hands under her shirt to feel her back, then lowering them to her small waist and then her ass.

You lifted your hips and pulled the rest of your pants down to your heels, then pushed Dani's panties aside to grasp your cock and rub it against her folds, already slick with wetness. Dani also lifted her hips and slowly impaled herself on your cock until she took it all inside her tight pussy.

"Mmmgh fuck," Dani moaned against your lips, moving her hands down to your chest. Her firm little ass rested against your pelvis. "I can't believe it's been six months since I last had this cock inside me."

"Time flies, huh?" You gasped, holding her waist as she began to move her hips, fucking herself with every inch of you. "And who knew the first time I was inside you was also on Italian soil?"

"Oh I wouldn't mind being fucked every time I set foot in this country if it was you."

Dani went slowly at first, letting you feel her grippy folds hugging your cock every time she lowered her hips. Her lips moved from yours to your jaw and chin, planting small kisses on them, something she, being such a romantic, loved to do. Meanwhile, you groped her ass with gentle squeezes, returning the kisses she gave you but on her neck.

The car began to shake a bit as Dani accelerated, now moving her hips as fast as she could without jumping. That changed when she managed to prop her feet up on the seat and start bouncing on your cock, her hands braced under your pecs and her eyes on yours. Her face, gorgeous as usual, twisted with moans until her mouth fell open and her head fell back.

"Are you gonna cum, hmm?" you asked, holding her under her buttocks as she bounced on your cock. The sight of her abdomen bulging with your shaft increased your revs a thousandfold.

Dani just nodded, stifling a moan against her bitten lip. The sound of her ass slamming against you drowned out the music playing from the car speakers far below.

Her orgasm simmered inside her until she exploded with a squeal that muffled against your lips as she fell forward.

You wrapped your arms around her as she came on your cock, her body shaking until she moved her hips up and down again. Then, with your hands on her tiny waist and kissing her, you took control and began to fuck her hard and fast. Dani sank her teeth into your lower lip and pulled it before looking up at you.

"Are you gonna cum as well daddy?" Dani asked, gently cradling your face in her hands. "Would you do it in my mouth? I don't want to get dirty yet."

"Dirtier than riding me in the middle of a remote alley?" you gasped.

"I don't have anything on hand to clean up the big load you're gonna shoot inside me," Dani's words rushed out of her mouth. "So I'd rather swallow it."

So be it, then. Honestly, you didn't feel like getting cum on the seat of a Maserati either. Sacrilege.

Your hands moved down to Dani's ass and squeezed it as you started going faster than usual. Seconds later, as your cock began to tingle, you patted her back in warning. Dani quickly got off you and stumbled to her seat, kneeling up, bending over you, and taking the tip of your cock between her lips as you jerked off.

Dani's small sucks and licks on your tip sped up your climax considerably, and just a couple of seconds later, you exploded inside her mouth.

Dani took charge and slid her lips down your cock to suck it and take your load in her mouth. Her moans as she swallowed drop after drop made you moan too, holding the back of her head as she slurped on your shaft with slow, deep strokes.

When you emptied your balls down her throat, Dani pulled you out of her mouth and licked her lips. She straightened her back and looked at you with a sly smile, still holding your cock.

"Shall we go to the hotel, daddy?" she asked in that tone of voice that always drove you crazy, and let go of your cock to look around. Once she made sure no one was watching, she laid her eyes on you again and tilted her head. "The appetizer was delicious, but I'm starting to need that lunch."

"Yeah, but please get dressed before a busybody comes along," you said, and sat up to pull up your pants and boxers. "Those are abundant in Italy."

Dani hurried to obey your order, readjusting her underwear and putting on her skirt as you returned your seat to its normal position. When she settled into her seat, you started the car and reversed out of the alley, turned around, and headed back to the hotel.

It was around 7:30 p.m. when you finally arrived at the Four Seasons. Getting out of the car, you immediately went inside to ask some bellboys to help you with the bags you and Dani couldn't carry and with her suitcase. One of the guys—the same one who had guided you to your suite yesterday—took the lead with Dani's suitcase. The other one escorted you from behind.

Dani frowned as you stepped out into the hotel garden, confused by the path you were taking.

"Are we camping or what?" Dani asked, looking at the trees around you as you left the hotel behind. Not bothered by it, but curious. As if the possibility excited her.

"Close, but better than that," you replied. "You'll see."

A couple of minutes later, Dani's face lit up as she saw the cabin in the distance.

"No way..." she said softly, the light from the lampposts near the roundabout reflecting in her pretty eyes. "Is that...?"

"Aha," you nodded.

Dani was as amazed as you were yesterday as you passed under the arch, unable to close her mouth. She gasped in surprise as she stepped through and looked around the immense garden you had, paying special attention to the pool. The bellboys continued walking and went to leave the things they were carrying in the living room, not in the bedroom since you had left those doors closed with the curtains drawn.

"Oh gosh, this is gorgeous!" Dani sighed, a small smile on her face. The bellboys returned and offered to carry what you were carrying inside as well. "Yes, please. Thank you."

"I knew you'd like it," you smiled, handing the bags you were carrying to one of the bellboys. "Fratello, sai parlare inglese?"

"Of course, sir," one of the bellboys nodded with a thick accent.

"When you get those things inside, can you put that table here in the garden?" you asked, pointing to the table on the right side of the cabin under a small porch. "It's for lunch."

The bellboy nodded and, along with his colleague, carried the rest of the things inside.

"Man, I could live here forever," Dani said, taking a few steps onto the grass.

Dani walked a little further, passed under the umbrella, and stood on some wooden planks placed end to end to dry off after getting out of the pool. She stood on her tiptoes to peer in.

"Good thing you bought swimsuits, huh?" you asked with a chuckle, watching out of the corner of your eye as the bellboys carried the table to where you'd indicated.

"See? And then you say the afternoon wasn't productive," Dani giggled.

When the bellboys had put everything back in place, they returned to you. You thanked them both, and as you passed under the arch, you went to Dani's.

"Hey, let's go inside and call for lunch."

"Lunch? It's almost 8 at night."

"Dinnerlunch. Whatever the fuck you want to call it dude."

"Fair, let's go," Dani nodded and followed you inside. "We'll use that pool, right?"

"Of course we will," you replied. "But I think we'll have more fun in the indoor bathtub."

Dani just laughed before entering the cabin with you.

While you called the front desk, Dani took her suitcase and some of her bags to the bedroom to organize her clothes. She came back a short time later to decide what you were going to eat together.

The order you placed was large enough that you wouldn't have to order anything else for the rest of the night. You waited for it sitting at the table outside, still in your clothes since you wanted to eat before showering.

The wait staff arrived—quite understandingly considering how far the hotel was from the suite—about 15 minutes later, bringing your appetizers and drinks first. A classic bellini for Dani and a bergamot-infused negroni for you. Another 20 minutes later, the main courses arrived. Dani had ordered branzino al forno, with caramelized fennel and cauliflower puree, while you had fresh pasta with butter and white truffle. You both also had oven-roasted vegetables and arugula salad on the side.

"Hey, thanks for this, Ezio," Dani said a while later, when you'd finished your main courses. You were sipping white wine from your glass, a Vernaccia di San Gimignano. "This is just beautiful."

"Don't thank me, I like seeing people happy," you replied, setting your glass aside. "And I was looking forward to coming back here to Florence. So it's a win-win."

"You have to go to Milan after this, right?" Dani asked, then sipped her wine.

"Yup," you nodded, picking up a slice of veal left over from the appetizer and bringing it to your mouth.

"How are you holding up with that? Prada Global Ambassador, who would have thought."

"I try not to think about it," you replied, still chewing but covering your mouth with the back of your hand. "If I think about it too much I'll end up having a panic attack."

"But isn't it one of the things you've always wanted?"

"It is. But it's a whole new level of pressure for me. More exposure. More fame. You're never prepared for that stuff."

"I don't think you're taking the fame badly," Dani tilted her head. "You've been doing well so far. Although I understand what you're saying, now you have to be twice as perfect with all those cameras pointed at you."

"Yeah, and I've never dealt with anything like that. Not in the art world, at least."

"It's a new step, dear."

"A huge one," you sighed. "Anyway. Are you going to shower first, or am I?"

"Me," Dani carefully rose from her seat and took a quick sip of her wine. "And then I'll get back to organizing what I bought."

"Okay, hurry up."

Dani went inside, and you stood there alone, gazing at the slightly cloudy night sky while smoking a cigarette. After finishing it, you left two 500-euro bills under a salt shaker as a tip and went inside to call reception to come and collect the dishes. The only thing you brought inside was the bottle of wine, which you'd pay for separately.

While Dani showered, you started closing the remaining door and curtains, and, just as she'd planned, organizing all the clothes you'd bought. When she came out after about 20 minutes, you'd already replaced most of the clothes in your suitcase with new ones. But that left you with the small problem of not knowing what to do with the old ones.

"And now what am I supposed to do with all this?" you asked yourself, pointing at the clothes you'd left on the floor.

"I don't know," Dani replied behind you, getting dressed. "Buy a new suitcase?

"How the hell am I going to take three suitcases to Milan?"

"If you're taking two, you can take three."

"I don't think that's how it works," you turned your head to look at her out of the corner of your eye. "Can I turn around now?"

"No!" Dani said quickly. You could smell the oatmeal in the body lotion she was applying.

"I've seen you naked before, what's the difference?"

"Vulnerability!"

You sighed.

"Well, I'll go take a shower," you stood up. "By the way, I brought my Switch. Wanna...?"

"Yeah!"

"Nice. You can go take it out of my backpack and set it up." I'll be right back."

You walked straight to the bathroom, undressed, and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water run over your body for about five minutes before actually washing yourself. When you were finished and walked out to the bedroom with the towel around your waist, you found Dani kneeling in front of the TV, plugging in cables.

"That's it, stay like that while I get dressed," you said, going to get your clothes.

Dani chuckled.

"Vindictive bastard."

You hurriedly put on your sleepwear and went to help her. With the Switch already installed on the TV, you both climbed into bed and started playing a new game of It Takes Two—the main one was untouchable, since it was your game with Wony. The hours flew by, and you ended up leaving it when Dani felt sleepy around 1 a.m.

The next day was going to be long with all the destinations you were taking Dani to, so you couldn't afford to go to bed much later. You stood up and went to put the JoyCons back in their holders, then closed the doors and went back to bed with Dani. Soon you were asleep.

Dani woke up before you the next morning. She was the one who opened the bedroom curtains, allowing sunlight to filter through the glass door and shine directly into your eyes.

That morning you had breakfast in the suite, and immediately afterward you got dressed to head to your first stop: the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore.

Before entering, you spent about half an hour seeing it from as many angles as possible, admiring the beautiful white marble façade full of small details. Then you went inside the Duomo, and finally, you paid for the access to Filippo Brunelleschi's dome.

The 463 steps you climbed to reach the top of the dome were worth every second of physical effort, as you ascended, you saw the Judgment Day frescoes by Vasari and Zuccari up close. Once you reached the top, you were greeted by a beautiful panoramic view of all of Florence that made you forget you couldn't feel your legs anymore.

About ten minutes later, after taking as many photos as possible and having the private guide you had hired fill you in on the historical context, you descended from the dome and left the cathedral to walk right next to it, to Giotto's Campanile, one of the four monuments in Piazza del Duomo.

The visit was brief there. Your legs were sore from climbing the dome a moment ago, so you settled for seeing it from the outside, delighted with admiring the bas-reliefs and niches at the base of the tower.

The tour of Piazza Duomo ended with the Baptistery of San Giovanni, one of Florence's most famous religious buildings and the oldest in the square. This was by far Dani's favorite monument, simply because of the great amount of natural light it received and the impressive Byzantine mosaics inside the dome.

The next stop was the Mercato Nuovo and then the Mercato Centrale, both local markets with vendors everywhere. There, you bought souvenirs and tried street food, and when it was time for lunch, you headed to the Enoteca Pinchiorri, a magnificent 3-Michelin-star restaurant.

After that, you still felt good enough to continue. First, to Piazza della Signoria, probably the most famous square in all of Florence and the most visited, packed with historic buildings and points of interest. You let the rest of the night go by before heading out to dinner, and exhausted from that meal, you returned to the hotel around 11 p.m.

"Fuck, I'm exhausted," Dani sighed, dropping her bag on the coffee table in the living room before throwing herself onto the couch.

"And me," you said, closing the glass doors behind you. "Those 463 steps left me feeling dead."

You walked around the table and went to sit on the other couch, sinking into the seat with your head resting on a pillow. Dani rolled over to look at you.

"Are you sleepy already?" Dani asked.

"Nah, why?" You raised your hands to hug the pillow behind your head.

"I don't know, I thought we could... you know, do something."

"Something like what?"

"Didn't you tell me we could have fun in the tub?" Dani raised an eyebrow.

You smiled.

"I was waiting for you to say that." You let go of the pillow and leaned forward. "Because actually, I prepared for it."

"Oh, did you?"

You stood up and stood beside the couch where she was lying, hands clasped behind her back.

"Will you wait here, please?"

"Go ahead, take your time," Dani giggled.

All the things you were going to use to prepare the tub were inside one of the dresser drawers in the bathroom. It was the morning Dani arrived—before you left the hotel—that you had all of that stuff brought in, and of course you had spared no expense.

The first thing you did was partially close the blinds on the window on the wall next to the tub and close the curtains on the window facing the entrance, allowing only a minimum of light from outside to filter into the room. Then you started arranging scented candles: one in each corner of the tub, and three more arranged in a triangle above the dresser. After turning them all on, you turned off the room lights and made way for the dim candlelight.

The next step was to find your portable speaker and put on a playlist of R&B and jazz of your own making, so you could concentrate on preparing the bath. While you filled it with hot water, you added mineral bath salts, a few drops of rose essential oil, and a splash of oat and almond oil to make the water silky smooth. The foam was generous, enough to cover your skin but not making it look like shaving foam.

With the bath ready, you slipped out as quietly as possible to the living room to grab the bottle of white wine you had bought and a bowl of raspberries, grapes, and pieces of milk chocolate from the mini-freezer. You placed everything on a silver tray on the floor to one side of the bath: the glasses with chilled white wine on the sides, and the bowl in the center. Finally, on the edge of the tub, you placed massage oil, a natural sponge, and homemade soap.

"Dani! Come here!" you called her.

Dani hurried to answer your call and bumped into you outside the tub room. She tried to sneak a look behind you, but you shifted your body so she couldn't see much.

"Wait a minute," you said, standing under the frame. "Close your eyes."

Dani obeyed, and you were quick to stand behind her and cover her eyes with both hands.

"Come on, walk forward," you whispered in her ear.

You and Dani walked into the tub room. Then you uncovered her eyes.

"Oh my god..." Dani gasped, looking around with a small smile. "You did all this by yourself?"

"Well, yeah, what do you think? All the doors are locked."

"Wow... you really went all out in here," Dani giggled, taking a few steps forward before squatting down on the side of the tub. She moved her fingers on the water. "Oh, it's warm."

"You like it like that?" you said behind her.

Dani looked at you over her shoulder.

"I love it. You know that."

"Should we go in?"

"Yeah..." Dani stood up to face you. "But close your eyes."

"Why?"

"Just do it, Ezio."

You closed your eyes, and instantly heard Dani stir. Clothes falling to the floor, and then the water stirring after a slight splash.

"You can look now."

When you opened your eyes, the first thing you saw was the pile of Dani's clothes in front of your feet, bra and panties included. Then you looked up and found her in the tub, sitting on the right side, the foam in the water covering her breasts.

"You did that so I wouldn't see you naked?" you chuckled.

"A little playfulness never hurts, right?" Dani said with a raised eyebrow. She'd also pulled her hair back into that signature double bun that looked so pretty on her, with a few strands falling down the sides of her forehead.

"Don't look at me either."

Dani giggled.

"Okay, okay. I won't."

Dani covered her eyes, and you quickly stripped down to get into the tub with her. The space wasn't too big, so you ended up touching the sides of her buttocks with the insides of your feet when you stretched out your legs. Dani then stretched out her legs too, resting her feet on your lap, right at the top of your thighs.

"Gosh, the water is delicious," Dani sighed, closing her eyes for a moment to lean back against the tub wall. When she opened them again, she looked at the floor beside you. "And what about that massage oil?"

"I don't know, just in case," you left both arms out of the water so you could pick up your wine glass. "Do you want some?"

Dani also picked up her glass, along with a couple of grapes, which she brought to her mouth to wash down with the wine.

"Mmm, che buono," Dani said, and couldn't help but laugh at your face.

"You've picked up Italian expressions so quickly?" you chuckled, as she picked up another couple of grapes.

"It's not that difficult, you say them without realizing it," Dani brought a grape to your mouth.

You plucked the grape from between Dani's fingers with your mouth.

"It's the consequence of spending days back here, sorry," you said, chewing the grape. "When I return to Korea it will be horrible to have to speak Korean again."

"God, don't even mention it," Dani sighed, and thinking you wouldn't notice, she placed a foot on your thigh, moving it very slowly. "I've been speaking English for a whole month now."

Like her, you discreetly placed your left hand on her knee to caress her skin with your fingertips.

"You can move here to Italy," you tilted your head, staring into her eyes. She looked gorgeous in the candlelight. "Naples would suit you perfectly; you're a sunshine girl."

Dani giggled, holding your gaze. Her foot moved closer to your crotch, very close to your pubic bone.

"In the future, who knows?" Dani took another sip of her wine and popped two pieces of chocolate into her mouth. "I haven't closed the door on crazier things."

"Even if it means moving to a completely different country than Australia or Korea?"

That night you were feeling peckish, eager to warm up, so you picked up your wine glass and emptied it completely down your throat.

"I'd need help, of course," Dani did the same as you, without a single scrunch, and set the glass aside. "You know, maybe a local advisor... sexy and handsome, preferably."

"As a northerner I don't think I'm exactly an expert on Naples. But I meet the last two requirements, I think."

"You meet them with flying colors, that's for sure," Dani inched her foot from your lap to your lower abdomen, caressing it with her toes. "And you're excellent at making your guests comfortable."

"Have you felt comfortable here in Florence with me?" Not wanting to be left behind, you moved your hand up as far as you could go without reaching so you could stroke her thigh with each finger.

"Oh, very comfortable," Dani nodded. "You've done a fantastic job as a guide. But you know what? I feel like you could..." Dani let the sentence hang in the air for a moment, and you felt her foot rise up your chest until it emerged from the water right in front of your face, covered in foam. "Do it better."

And with that alone, Dani got your blood pumping to your groin at the sight of part of her wet leg sticking out of the foamy water.

"Fuck, are you calling me incompetent?" you asked.

Dani laughed and rested her foot on your chest.

"What are you talking about, dummy? No, not at all." Dani moved her other leg underwater and pressed the sole of her other foot against your cock, accelerating your erection. "I'm just saying you can do even better."

"And how exactly could I do that?" you asked, taking her foot to lift it out of the water and skim off the foam. Her other foot was beginning to move along your cock.

"Just try," Dani replied. "I don't think it'll go badly for you."

Without further ado or wanting to delay the inevitable, you took Dani's foot by the heel and brought her big toe to your mouth. At first, the taste wasn't too pleasant, given all the bath products in the water, but that became irrelevant when you started salivating on her soft toes.

Dani muffled a moan against her puckered lips, rubbing you from tip to balls with her right foot. She picked up the wine bottle from the floor, and after uncorking it, she drank directly from it, a good gulp that went down her throat and spilled from the corners of her lips to her sexy neck.

"Do you want some, daddy?" Dani asked softly, while you swirled your tongue around her big toe and rubbed the underside of her thigh with your hands.

You nodded, took her foot out of your mouth, and lifted your head. Dani knelt up, finally letting you see her pretty little tits. She moved through the water until she was positioned on your lap, her knees on either side of your hips. She grabbed your head and tilted it back, and you opened your mouth for her to pour wine into it.

"It's delicious, isn't it?" Dani said, kissing you for a moment after you swallowed the wine. "What do you think of this?"

Dani took another long gulp of wine, then floated her face over yours and let the wine fall from her mouth to yours. That turned you on so much that your cock throbbed underwater and brushed against her pussy for a second.

"Fuck," you gasped, wrapping your arms around her slender frame to press her against you and taste her lips. "Give me your tits."

Dani lifted her chest and held her perky, wet breasts right in front of your eyes. You placed your hands on her back and brought one to your mouth. Dani immediately poured wine over her collarbone, letting it run down her skin and allowing you to suck it into your mouth from her breasts. As you did, she continued to drink straight from the bottle. Until, between gulps and spills, the bottle was empty.

"Turn around, darling," you said, giving one last suck to one of her nipples. "I know another way to make you comfortable."

Dani placed the empty bottle on the floor next to the tray and turned around to sit between your legs, resting her back on your chest and her head on your left shoulder. She turned her face so that it was inches from yours, and you gently took her chin and brought your lips together.

As your kiss heated up and you were exploring each other's mouths with your tongues, you slowly lowered one hand down her chest and toned abdomen until you reached her pussy, which you began to rub slowly with your ring and middle fingers.

Dani moaned against your lips and opened her legs, lifting them over yours. Your other hand slid from her waist to her breasts, cupping one to squeeze and pinch her nipple. Meanwhile, you gradually accelerated the movement of your right wrist until the rapid circles caused your lips to part and her to lean back against your shoulder and relax.

"Is this what you had in mind?" you asked in her ear, gently sucking on her earlobe. Dani twisted her hips slightly, causing your cock to rub against her lower back. "I hope I'm doing a good job."

"You're doing great, daddy," Dani gasped with her eyes closed, holding your left wrist with her left hand and your neck with her right. "But could you maybe...?"

No more words were necessary. You stopped your fingers, and between kisses on her cheek, you lowered them down her folds to carefully insert them inside her pussy. Deni tensed and tightened her grip on your neck as you reached deep inside her tight pussy, only leaving your knuckles outside.

"Open your mouth," you whispered as she let out a moan.

Dani obeyed, and you stretched out your left arm to grab a piece of chocolate and place it in her mouth. As she chewed, you made her moan by pumping your fingers in and out of her pussy.

"Oh fuck daddy," Dani moaned, her chest rising and falling with her labored breathing. She put her left hand underwater, slid it between your bodies, and with a grip that was somewhat uncomfortable for her, stroked it up and down. "I want to suck your cock so bad."

"Cum first and it'll be all yours, baby," you murmured against her neck, planting kisses.

"God, I'd be happy to."

Dani turned her face and met your lips again, arching her back and moaning against them as you pumped your fingers faster and faster. The water began to slosh and churn as you began to use all the strength in your arm to make Dani squeal with pleasure.

"Yes, yes... keep going, daddy, keep going, yes! Mmmmgh!!"

Part of Dani's breasts bulged out of the water as her orgasm crashed through her. You wrapped your left arm around her and held her close. Dani writhed underwater, causing some to spill over the side of the tub and nearly extinguishing one of the candles.

"That's a good girl," you gasped, your fingers deep inside her, only moving the tips to stimulate her upper wall. "Remind me what you wanted?"

"Suck your cock, daddy," Dani sighed, still trembling. "So bad."

"Let me up then."

Dani moved forward and gave you room to carefully stand up. When she turned around and got onto her knees, your erect, throbbing cock was between her eyes. Her hand quickly went to it to remove the lather and soap, and then she didn't hesitate to take it directly into her mouth.

You moaned as Dani's lips slid in a single motion halfway down your shaft, sucking on those first few inches without paying any attention to your eyes. Her hands stayed on the sides of your thighs as she pushed her limits further and further, finally stopping when her gag reflex kicked in just a few feet from your base. She pulled you out of her mouth with a gasp.

"Mmmm, so tasty," Dani moaned. She looked up at you while biting her lower lip. Her hand stroked your cock for a moment before placing wet kisses on the underside. "Are you going to give me the best fuck of my life with this cock, daddy?"

Dani took you back into her mouth and didn't let you respond immediately.

"God," you gasped, as Dani sucked your cock with slow, deep pumps. "I promise you won't walk well tomorrow."

"Good thing we're not planning on going out tomorrow, then," Dani replied one last time before focusing fully on giving you a wet and sensual blowjob.

Dani's loud slurps harmonized with the soothing jazz playing in the background. The scene was wonderful, and it felt even better. But Dani's slender body, wet and illuminated by the warm candlelight, was already starting to look irresistible to you.

A minute passed when you stopped her and helped her stand. Dani quickly grabbed your face and kissed you. You wrapped your arms around her in a tight hug, reciprocating the kiss while your hands moved to her back and ass. After a moment, you grabbed her by the waist and turned her around. Dani's first instinct was to bend forward, brace her hands against the wall, and arch her back to give you her ass. Then, you placed your hand on her lower back, took your cock and guided it between her buttocks, and slowly began to fill her tight pussy with throbbing flesh.

"Mmm fuck," Dani moaned softly. "Put it all in daddy, all of it. Please."

Dani let out a louder moan as the entire length of your shaft disappeared inside her tiny pussy. Her head fell between her shoulders, and she lifted it again to look at you over her shoulder. Your eyes locked on each other's as you began to pump your hips. Dani's tight walls forced you to go slowly at first, but as you stretched her inside, you finally allowed yourself to pick up speed.

"Fuck me hard daddy," Dani begged with a pretty moan. "My tight body can handle it..."

Despite her pleas, you took a moment to enjoy how good her pussy felt inside at a slow, deliberate pace, watching her outer walls clench so tightly around your shaft. There was no rush, and Dani didn't complain about it. But the look in her eyes told you that what she desperately needed was for you to pound her like an animal.

So be it.

With one hand gripping her tiny waist and the other on the back of her neck, you began pounding her pussy so hard that drops of water splashed out of her buttocks with each collision of your pelvis. Dani squealed, her tight body being shaken by every inch of your cock.

"Yes daddy, just like that!" Dani moaned, struggling to hold onto the wall without slipping. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!!"

Aware of the danger of her wet hands and the fact that she was holding onto a marble wall, you grabbed Dani by the wrists and pulled her arms back. She instinctively raised her body slightly, but kept her back arched so you could continue fucking her, while you held her behind her elbows.

Between strong, fast thrusts, Dani came a second time without warning, her knees shaking like the rest of her body. It was easy to fall there, so in an effort to avoid a tragedy, you quickly pulled her towards you and pressed her back against your chest, holding her upright with your left hand on her neck and the other on her waist.

"Give me more, daddy," Dani said in a small voice, her hand on yours at her neck. She squeezed as a signal for you to do the same, and you did, tightening your fingers around her long neck. "Just like that, fuck."

A new round of hard pounding on her pussy began, causing Dani to erupt in a wave of screams that rattled your eardrums from very close range.

The fear of falling was still there; you felt it in the unreliable grip your feet had on the bathtub floor, so you wanted to get out of there quickly. The quickest solution was to slide your right hand from her waist to her pussy, and with the use of two of your fingers, rub her clit in quick circles while you fucked her until Dani came again.

"Oh my god!!" Dani screamed, thrusting her hips back. Her spasms shook every muscle in her body. "So goood!!"

"Let's go outside, baby," you whispered in her ear after a minute, when Dani relaxed her muscles. "I wouldn't want to fall here and break my neck."

Dani nodded, and you pulled her out to hand her a towel. You both got out of the tub and dried off quickly.

"Want to try that massage oil?" you asked, somewhat desperate to get back inside her pussy but careful not to let it out.

"Whatever you want, daddy," Dani replied, leaving her towel spread out on the bathroom floor. She lay on top of it, her legs intertwined and her hands crossed on her abdomen as she looked at you.

You squatted down and grabbed the massage oil, a small purple bottle of about 300 milliliters that said it smelled of almonds and lavender. With it in your hand, you went to Dani and spread her legs to enter her pussy again. Dani arched her back and moaned, at which point you began pouring the oil in long lines all over her body.

"Mmm, it's warm," Dani said. Her eyes followed your hands as they spread the oil over her body, leaving her skin slick and shiny in their wake. "Do I look sexy?"

"You have no idea," you replied, now concentrating on her legs and moving your hips. You also covered her feet with massage oil.

Dani bit her lower lip and played with her own tits, circling her nipples with her fingers. Your slow thrusts against her pussy made her let out small moans.

"I want to do the same with you..."

"Absolutely."

You pulled out of her, and Dani stood up so you could lie down in her previous spot. She then straddled your lap, impaled herself on your cock, and, as she moved up and down, grabbed the bottle of oil and repeated the same process with your body. Your upper body was ready in a matter of seconds, and Dani then rode you in reverse to work on your lower body.

As Dani bounced on you with moans that became loud again, you noticed that her body from behind, both her back and her ass, were completely dry. So you took the bottle from her hand and let her continue enjoying your cock while you left that visible part of her skin glistening.

"Oh yeah, now we're talking," you gasped, and set the bottle aside to grab her slick ass as she bounced on your cock.

A few seconds later, you grabbed Dani by the shoulders and made her lie back against your chest. You wrapped your left arm around the back of her knees and pulled them up toward her torso. With another grip on her waist, you could now pump your hips up and down to fuck her.

"Mmmh fuck fuck fuck!" Dani moaned. Her back slid against your chest, making it difficult for her to stay still while she was pounded. Fortunately for her, neither of your grips weakened. Although you had to dig your fingers hard into her waist to keep her from slipping. "Harder daddy. Yes! Yes!"

Dani came a moment later. You both moaned. Her pussy smothered and throbbed around your cock. She gripped the sides of your body, spasming intensely, nearly causing her to fall to your left. You held her chin with your right hand and made her kiss you as she rode out her orgasm.

"Darling, I need a break," Dani said against your lips before looking into your eyes. "Are you close?"

"Enough," you nodded with a gasp.

"Use my feet," she planted a small kiss on your lips. "I know you love them."

It was somewhat embarrassing how quickly you lowered her onto the towel beside you and knelt in front of her legs. Dani gave you a teasing smile. She raised her feet, her soles facing each other. You placed your cock in the middle, and Dani brought her feet together to make a sandwich filled with your shaft.

"Oh lord..." you gasped, closing your eyes to enjoy how good her slick feet felt as you fucked them.

"Come on, daddy," Dani purred, looking into your eyes. "Give me that load... give it all."

You began pumping your hips rapidly, holding her feet by the heels to keep them in place. The sensation was overwhelmingly delicious, making you moan loudly as your climax approached.

"Fuck, Dani, I'm going...! Mmmgh!!"

A powerful jet of cum shot out of your cock as you thrust forward and exploded. It landed directly in Dani's mouth and between her breasts. As you continued pumping, the remaining jets landed on her abdomen and stained her feet as well. By the time you were done, Dani was a perfect canvas covered in thick white. So pretty, with such innocent eyes and a delicate face, it almost blew your mind.

"You came a lot daddy..." Dani said with a small smile, licking the cum that had fallen on her lips.

"Wanna go shower?" you asked, panting, still mentally dazed from that melting orgasm. "That way we can clean ourselves up."

"You still have something for me, don't you?" Dani raised an eyebrow.

"Of course I do," you nodded, struggling to your feet. "But just like you, I need a little break."

Dani extended her hand for you to help her up, and then you laced your fingers with hers as you walked slowly out of the tub, through the room with the sinks, and into the shower, a glass cubicle set between the marble walls.

It was a small space. Not claustrophobic, but small enough that with every movement your bodies brushed somehow. Dani slipped an arm under yours and turned on the faucet. The water fell cold on your body, but it turned lukewarm when Dani turned the hot knob.

Dani undid her buns and left her hair down as you washed the oil off your body. She then took your place under the shower, and with a sponge and soap, you helped her wash until her body was clean.

"Better?" you asked in her ear, your hands on her waist.

"Much better," Dani replied, pushing all her wet hair back. She turned her head to look at you as you kissed her shoulder. "And you? Have you taken your break yet?"

"Not yet," you replied, shifting kisses to her shoulder blade and then to her back. "There's something I still want to do."

You switched positions with her, leaving her facing the marble wall. Dani rested her hands there as you crouched behind her, trailing kisses down her back to her ass, where you distributed a short series of kisses and bites before parting her buttocks and planting your mouth on her pussy.

"Oh my..." Dani sighed as you ate her pussy from behind with slow licks and kisses. "I was starting to wonder when you were going to eat me out."

The warm water fell over your lower back as you devoured her, hands on her thighs. Dani's moans began to flow, indicating which spots to hit faster or which to kiss. She placed a hand on the back of your neck, tangled her fingers in strands of your hair, and as she pushed her hips back, she pulled you into her buttocks to smother you with them.

"Fuck, daddy, I missed your tongue so much," Dani moaned, tugging at your hair. Her pussy was soft and delicious. Addictive like few others. "Please make me explode in your mouth."

More than a request, that sounded like a challenge which you took very seriously. You slid your hands from her thighs to her buttocks and squeezed both, moving your tongue faster and using your head to move it in different ways. When you found the right one, you held onto it and used it until you made Dani cum.

"Mmmgh, that feels so good!" Dani squealed, grinding her ass against your face. You collected her juices and drank them, with the thirst of a castaway who had been on a random Indonesian island for days. "Put your cock inside me, daddy, please. You still have to fill me."

"Fuck, Marsh," you gasped, pulling away from her ass. "What's with this sudden thirst for cock?"

Dani didn't respond as you stood up and smashed your lips together again. She used the same hand she'd had in your hair to grab your cock and stroke it until it was hard. Then, in the middle of a hot, sloppy kiss, she guided your cock between her ass cheeks and back into her pussy.

"Mmm, are you going to fill my pussy with cum daddy?" Dani asked between kisses. You were already starting to move, both hands clamped around her waist. "Please fill me deep."

"Fuck, woman, that's what I intend to do," you managed between gasps. For some reason, you were exhausted, and you weren't sure how much you could match her energy level. But you were going to make the effort. "Just be a good girl for daddy and keep cumming."

Dani nodded between moans and bit your lower lip before kissing you again.

A sudden, autopilot trance took over you, erasing consciousness and the notion of time. All you knew was that within seconds you were fucking her like an animal against the bathroom wall, biting and kissing her neck until she came.

But without even giving her a chance to calmly ride out her orgasm, you lifted her right leg behind her knee and made her stand sideways, her thigh resting against your left arm. Similar to the way you fucked Rina that time in the elevator. Only Dani's body was considerably thinner, and the spots your cock hit in that position were more sensitive to her.

Dani squealed with pleasure, unafraid of being too loud for someone to hear. She came a second time. And then you, without thinking, lowered her leg and picked her up in your arms. Her back was pressed against the wall, her arms wrapped around your neck. Your hands spread her thighs wide, pinning her knees against the wall as you pounded her into an intense frenzy.

"Oh my fucking god!!" Dani screamed, clawing at your back with her nails. "Yes, yes, yes!!" Her screams were getting louder, and you were sure she was crying with pleasure now.

It was incredible considering the temperature in Florence at that moment, but fucking that woman had you sweating like a motherfucker. She enjoyed it three times as much, which was all that mattered to you. But for God's sake, you weren't going to need any cardio for at least two weeks.

"Cum inside me, daddy!" Dani moaned in your ear, no longer knowing what to hold on to. "I can't feel my fucking legs anymore, damn it!"

Panting like a raging bull in the middle of a run, you entered the final stretch of your climax. All your blood rushed down like adrenaline shots, until with a heavy snort, you dug your fingers into the flesh of her thighs and exploded inside her.

"YESSS!!" Dani screamed, cumming at the same time as you. The thick, abundant load you shot inside her only made her moan louder. "Oh my god, I'm going to pass out!"

"Calm your slut ass down," was the first thing you said after all that time. "I don't want to carry a dead weight out of the shower."

Dani held onto you as you emptied your balls inside her and her muscles spasmed. Completely spent, you pulled out of her pussy and let all your cum seep through her folds and spill onto the shower floor like a waterfall.

"Satisfied, darling?" You asked, looking into her eyes closely. Your arms were starting to hurt from carrying her.

"Can't you continue?" Dani asked.

You chuckled, incredulous.

"Unfortunately not," you shook your head. "At least not right now. Forgive me."

"No, silly," Dani stroked the back of your neck. "Nothing to apologize for. It's fine. You did a lot, actually."

"Not enough to quench your slutty thirst, I see."

"I never said I wasn't satisfied, I just asked if you could continue."

"And I already said no, so let's go to fucking bed, please."

"Should we clean the tub?"

You thought about it for a moment. Having to empty the bathtub, clean the floor, pick up the tray, put away what you hadn't eaten, the glasses...

Fuck, what a drag.

"No, save it for tomorrow morning."

"Fair. We'll be here all day, right?"

"That's what I had in mind, yeah."

And that's exactly what happened.

After going to bed that night, you slept a peaceful 10 hours and woke up around 11 a.m. You spent the whole day in the cabin, enjoying the outdoor pool, getting wasted on martinis and negronis, and playing games on your laptop.

By the next morning, you were both ready to catch your respective flights. Dani would be returning to Australia to meet her sister. And your next stop was the terrifying, intimidating, and also exciting Milan Fashion Week. The biggest black sheep moment of your life, potentially.

But you were so fucking ready.

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flymetothexmoon · 3 months ago

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Books + Cheap Thrills

Warning: Smut. Oral F!Receiving. Swearing. Cigarette Smoking.

Pairing: Established relationship with Seunghyun x F!Reader.

Authors Note: okay cuties... not the best smut i've ever written, but maybe hopefully not the worst smut you've ever read. this is a loong one~

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The apartment was quiet, and you hated to love it.

Your boyfriend, Seunghyun, was currently on "boys date night" as he called it, which in simplistic terms it meant that him and Ji-yong were out, persumbly drinking, and exchanging soft murmurs back and fourth about what was going on in their personal lives at the moment.

Ji-yong was about to embark on a world tour and Seunghyun had just finished his batch of delayed, solo promotional interviews for Squid Game season two.

That left you here, tangeld up in Seunghyun's white cotton duvet, in his apartment, book in hand, lights dim, and alone.

You did not mind being alone, in fact, the darker haired man actually tried to get you to go with him, insisting it would still be "boys date night" but "with a pretty girl tagging along" and he even went as far as pouting when you had told him no, a small smile tugging at your lips. He needed this; you needed this. You had always been known to be someone who does not meddle in other people's business and want to spend every second with the person you are with romantically.

Seunghyun use to be that person– before he met you. Now, he wanted to spend all of his free time with you; calling you while he had a quiet moment during his interviews, texting you silly little pictures of him giving you the finger heart... he loved it all, he loved you and that was no hushed secret between the two of you.

Your fingers slid across the spine of the book in your hand, admiring the texture. Slowly, you put the book on your chest for a moment, your shirt slowly rising at the sudden contact. You reached for your phone on your nightstand, gently tapping in a few numbers to unlock its contents, revealing you already had iMessages with Seunghyun pulled up.

Your Contact Name: have fun at boys date night. have a glass of wine for me :)

Almost instantly, your phone buzzed, indicating he had messaged you back; simple, sweet, and all you needed to allow yourself comfort in reading your book until he got home.

Moon Boy🌙🩶: 😘

A small smile spread across your lips as you put your phone back on your nightstand, leaving the ringer on just in case your boyfriend needed you in the night. You looked back at your book on your lap and to your outfit, realizing you might as well take advantage and make yourself comfortable.

Bringing yourself to your feet, you neatly placed your book on the duvet and your body found its way to the front of you and Seunghyun's shared closet, opening the double doors as you looked inside, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you puzzled what to wear. Finally, your hands grabbed a hanger with one of Seunghyun's hoodies wrapped around it, a small smile spreading across your lips.

You rid yourself of the jeans you were wearing and also disregarded of the white tank top as well. For a moment your eyes caught your reflection in the mirror Seunghyun had in his room; he had kept it next to his closet so he could decide what future outfits he thought looked best, the only addition was that he added little string lights across the mirror's edges so you could sit on the floor in front of it and do your makeup if you wanted.

A deep sigh escaped your lips as you looked at yourself in the mirror in just your bra and panties, your boyfriend's oversized hoodie draped around your arm. Some days were easier when it came to loving your body, and being with Seunghyun definitely improved your confidence, as it was no surprise that he worshiped you. You eventually decided to be a little riskier than usual as you placed his hoodie on the ground next to your feet, your hands unclasping your bra as you tossed the garment in the hamper nearest to you, quickly throwing on the hoodie that thankfully came before your knees... perfect.

You did a little twirl in front of the mirror, a low giggle escaping your vocal cords as you made your way back to bed, pulling the duvet up high on your chest, picking your book back up as you began to read.

Minutes to turned almost two hours and you were honestly invested. You reached over for your phone to check the time and for any messages; no messages from Seunghyun, and judging by the time across your home screen, it had officially been three hours since you had last seen him.

You, of course did not mind, you knew how badly he needed this— to be out with his best friend and allow the night to take over his insides, to let loose. You allowed yourself to get lost in your book again and before long, an audible gasp escaped your vocal cords as the book started to get steamy.

The book started to go into extensive detail– explaining everything from how the main character was receiving oral, to even how they were also fond of something the two of you shared... the fixation of another person's hands around your throat. Another low gasp escaped your mouth as you felt a sudden heat begin to radiate down below and suddenly... suddenly you kept one hand on the book, reading vigorously, easy to find out what happened next, and your free hand gripped the bottom of Seunghyun's hoodie, lifting it slightly so you were slightly exposed to the cold room, a shiver sending down your spine.

Blood began to form on your tongue as you chewed on the inside of your cheek, and the heat below your stomach was not enough to keep you warm as you quickly released your grip on your boyfriend's hoodie and reached over to your nightstand once again, slowly grazing your fingertips against the handle as you opened the drawer, removing what was hidden deep inside.

It was not like you were hiding necessarily what was deep in there, Seunghyun was even the one who bought you what was now wrapped around your free hand, he had bought it for you recently actually, knowning that the hours on the Squid Game set would be long and surely there would be times you would need him and he simply could not be there. "I do not want you to feel ashamed baby. We all do it. Just make sure to tell me whenever you do," he'd say.

Your hand gently moved up and down on the toy, imaging it was something different as your eyes closed. Wanting more, your eyes quickly shot open as you laid the toy on your chest as you grabbed your phone, quickly typing out a message to Seunghyun. It would've been easier said than done to just ask him to come home, but something in the way the main character acted in your book, so full of cheap thrills it made you decide to play a little game with him.

Your Contact Name: baby, no need to come home right away. my book just got to the good part. i have my toy 😋

You shifted on the bed, allowing your back to prop against the pillows behind you a little better as your mind began to drift into a place where Seunghyun was here, and you began to picture yourself like the main character in your book, where he had his hands firmly wrapped around your neck, his thumb slowly finding its way into your mouth as he pushed all of his body weight on top of y–....

Ding.

Embarrassed, you gathered your thoughts the best you could and read Seunghyun's message to you, which according to the time stamp, came in seconds after yours.

Moon Boy🌙🩶: Fuck. I'm coming home. Right now. You better wait for me. Gonna make it so you can't walk in the morning...

Challenge accepted.

Your Contact Name: heheh... and if i don't? is that a promise??

Another ding.

Moon Boy🌙🩶: No. It's a threat.

Your breath hitched. The two of you had sexted before, there were even times he had you on Facetime sprawled out for him and only him and Seunghyun would never openly admit it, but he loved that type of stuff.

You chose not to reply, opting to if anything, toggle the DND on your phone, figuring you would make him sweat a bit at the thought of you possibly not wanting it out for him. You knew exactly where him and Ji-yong were, you trusted them both, and Seunghyun told you their whole plan for the night. Not because you asked him to, but because he wanted to; he wanted you to know where he was going to be.

Realistically, given that Seunghyun does not drive, you figured it would take him at least 40 minutes to get to you. A murmured sigh escaped your local cords as you looked at to your phone again so you keep track of the time. You were about to hit the lock button when another text message dang in.

Moon Boy🌙🩶: I am going to take your silence as a sign that you understood or that you are being a very bad girl... Regardless of the outcome, I'll be home in 10. See you soon Princess.

The darker haired man always had a way with words, and that was one honestly one of the many reasons as to why you had fallen for him.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, desperate to feel something as you nodded your head, knowning he was unable to see your silent response to his message. Placing your phone back on your nightstand, you did it phone side down so you would not be tempted to message him back, despite the ongoing heat that was growing below your abdomen.

10 minutes sounded a lot better than 40 minutes as your spine slid down the pillows behind you. Slowly, you could feel your own hand sliding down your chest to your stomach to finally stopping right at the bottom of the oversized hoodie you chose to wear, your tiny hands began to scrunch at the fabric, causing it to wrinkle slightly against your now exposed skin. That morning you chose to wear something sexier than usual, and you were thankful, not because Seunghyun really cared what you wore, but it made you feel good.

The panties you chose wear black, lacy, and had a little red bow in the center to contrast the black of the loose fabric. You knew your boyfriend would appreciate them; one of the nights he was gone while filming and you two were on Facetime, during a breathy moment on his end, he had let it slip he always loved to see you in lace, and what it did to him.

You could find yourself almost slipping, just barely allowing your fingertips to grace against the fabric, getting a tease of what Seunghyun would soon enough feel for himself. You had not even touched yourself and you could feel your eyes glossing over as you shut them, trying your best to be the good girl Seunghyun wants you to be.

Before long, your eyes quickly shot open when you heard the front door open and the eager, muffled sound of your boyfriend saying goodnight to his friend echoed in your ears before the door slammed shut, making a shiver run down your spine.

Seunghyun's shoes were heard shortly after, the sound of them gently being hit against the wall as he tore them off his feet. He was close. You tried your best to move your body in a way so you were sprawled out and on display for him but still comfortable and grabbed your book, pretending like you had no idea how you looked and that you were invested in reading what was soon to hopefully become your reality as your teeth bit your bottom lip seductively.

It did not take long for the sound of the bedroom door swinging open to jolt you from your thoughts, still pretending like you were in the middle of reading.

Seunghyun had cleared his throat, his presence burning a hole in the middle of your chest– his was voice was so low it almost came out as a growl, or a demand, as he spoke into silence.

"You waited,"

It was getting harder and harder for you to play along as you bit your lip harder, feeling his presence slowly coming toward you like an animal coming to its pray. You felt the bed move, and in the corner of your eye you could see the duvet bunching at the bottom of the bed as he was on there with you, his body inching toward yours as his cologne from earlier began to fill your nose.

One of the number one questions that Seunghyun's fans, new and old, would ask is how he smells, and you can with confidence say that most days he smelt like a mixture of Marlboro Red cigarettes, sometimes a little fruity if he had some wine– which he definitely has, and his cologne was rich of Mahogany Teakwood.

You were waiting for him to say something, but he remained quiet, his palms now resting on either side of you as you felt his breath getting closer to yours, his long fingers slowly pushing the book down from your vision as he closed the gap between you, his lips barely giving you the time to kiss him back before they pulled away. His eyes were dark and glossed over, letting you know he was enjoying himself while out, and he was about to enjoy himself even more.

"I missed you. Judging by your texts, you missed me too, no? Or were you picturing the man in your book doing these things to you?" Before you could respond, Seunghyun had pushed his weight onto yours, earning a low gasp to come from your mouth. His face was still close as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his teeth gently scraping little tiny love bites against the sensitive parts of your skin, his tongue gliding out of his mouth with ease as it slid across the areas where he was just nipping at you. "I missed you... No, it was all for you..."

Seunghyun's hips bucked against yours, a low growl escaping his own mouth as he nibbled down harder on you, murmuring sweet nothings in both Korean and English, the heat rising from down below to your cheeks as you began to find yourself attempting to push your body against his so he would get the hint to look down at you, his hoodie completely bunched up around your waist now as you could feel the friction of the lace hitting the fabric of his jeans.

"Mmm. What's this, princess? My hoodie?"

You nodded, eager to see what he would say next.

The taller man kept his position over your body, gently moving his way downward so he could really admire you. You could feel his body tense once his face stopped and was at eye level with you; his lips curved into the faintest smirk you'd ever seen, his eyes remaining at what was in front of him as he extended one of his hands, propping himself with only one now, as slid his middle finger down the front of your clothed folds, sending a shiver down your spine in the proces.

"You know what lace does to me baby..." Seunghyun kept gliding his finger down you, almost like he was trying to savor what the lace felt like against your skin. Quickly, his finger stopped, taking his thumb and pointer finger to clutch onto the little red bow between his fingers, a low chuckle escaping his vocal cords as you watched him shake his head– not in a dissapproving manner, God no, but amused.

Seunghyun was being awfully quiet after his comment about you knowing what lace did to him, the only sound in the room was the from the ceiling fan being so nice and the low hums coming from your boyfriend. You were about to say something when you soon felt the cold metal of Seunghyun's rings grace against your skin as your panties were quickly thrown gosh knows where.

"As much as I love how lace looks on you, I like it better off you. I am going to remind you who you belong to."

The next minute was a blur and you swore your eyes went hazy almost immediately as the sensation of a finger being instered into you, taking control of the decision making part of your brain. A low moan escaped your mouth as you wiggled slightly, allowing better access. You were able to somehow find the will power to grab a handful of Seunghyun's hair, his dark colored locks bleeding through the openings between your knuckles and earning an audible noise to escape his mouth.

Your reward?

A second digit being inserted as the first began to curl just right against you; the metal on his ring he chose to wear that night was cold, but against you, all you could feel was warmth, familiarity. It was not long before Seunghyun's mouth latched onto you like it was the last thing he ever wanted to taste. His fingers worked inside of you, syncing with the same movements of his tongue as you could feel him writing out the spelling of his name inside you.

His free hand settled on the lower inside of your hip, digging into the exposed flesh with his fingernails and leaving little tiny marks that only the two of you would be able to see and he knew that; he wanted you to look back on the markings he was leaving.

"M'm... You taste like strawberries..."

Seunghyun's voice was muffled as his lips parted just enough to make the strawberry comparison as his mouth continued to consume you, darting back and fourth between lapping up any part of you he could and allowing the taste of you to take control of his five senses, including even his nose that would occasionally bump into the lower part of your tummy with how quick his movements were, shaking his own head slightly in the process, too busy thinking about what it was like to be making out with a different part of you.

Your legs began tremble, your cheeks flushing the tiniest hue of red. Seunghyun could tell as his mouth left your pussy with the slightest popping effect, his face never fully leaving the sight of you, but his eyes looking up at you breathing so heavily, your hand still in his hair as he was the one who made you so low on oxygen, Seunghyun licking his own front and bottom lip to saver the taste of you, like he'd wake up and forget what it felt like to have his tongue so deep inside of you.

Just as quick as he removed his mouth, his fingers came out from you.

You hissed at the loss of contact, your brain slowly processing what had just happened.

If Seunghyun's neighbors did not hear anything at all that night and only heard your hiss, they would have thought a snake got loose in the apartment complex.

The bed shifted, and the mess of dark colored hair that was once in your hand was now left empty and balled into a tiny fist as you came to realize the man whose mouth was quite literally just devouring you like he'd never had pussy before in his life was now standing at the foot of your shared bed, one of his knees placed on top of the bed as you watched him unbuckle his belt, throwing the piece of leather to the floor with a loud clank from the belt buckle. Seunghyun's eyes were closed, and you could tell the way his fingers unzippped his dark wash jeans and popped the button open, he was teasing you, giving you the idea you knew he knew he was the one in control tonight.

Slowly, you moved from your original position on the bed and began to crawl towards him quietly, waiting needing to see him release himself to you. Once it finally happened and you were at eye level with his cock, your hand began to reach so you could at least try to repay him for what he made you feel earlier.

Smack.

Your hand was slowly met with the man in front of you gently hitting your hand with his palm, grabbing ahold of your wrist so you were forced to make eye contact, his darkened pupils were now very much open as they sized you up.

"Not so fast, Princess. You and I both know that I am the one suppose to be making you feel good; making you remember who you belong to. Got it?" Something triggered in your brain and you were able to do a small nod in respond. "Yes, baby... I got it..."

Seunghyun loved to be called baby. You remember one of the first times he told you how he really felt about the nickname, and in this moment, you found yourself remembering how he looked when he told you, the way his lips curved when he spoke and told you his feelings on the word, the way his glasses hung on his nose, and the way his little hairs stuck to his face with sweat at how nervous he felt in that moment.

"Actually, I do not even know who started saying that all Korean guys love being called 'oppa'. I guess it just depends on the person. As for me, I'd rather be called 'baby' or something like that."

Before you could even mention the sweet memory, your back was back against the bed and the nervous man in your memory was now hovering over you again, the look on his face not too different from the memory as you watched the way his lips were curved slightly and the way his little hairs were sticking to his face, the only difference really being that he did not have his glasses on and it was clear that instead of being nervous, he felt something else in this moment– lust.

Seunghyun's breathing began to unravel as the two of you made eye contact, and you could tell it was his way of silently making sure you wanted this. Any time you two were about to engage in sexual activity, even in the most obvious of times that you were okay, he would still silently ask.

That was all the darker hair man needed before you watched one of his hands gently grab ahold of himself, it did not take long as you watched his hand slowly move up and down his shaft; his eyes fluttering like little tiny butterflies as you felt his hips roll onto yours. His tip would slid over your core a few times, teasing, savoring, before it finally happened and you could feel your walls clenching and your hips being smacked into.

It never took long for you to quickly wrap your bodies together so they felt like one, your legs wrapping around his waist and with each thrust, you would attempt to push yourself onto him so he would be able to hit you deeper, which he happy obliged for. Your head had hit the bed against, quickly feeling Seunghyun's hand instead of fabric, quickly realizing that there were no pillows around, so he had used his hand in fear of you hitting your head.

Sex with Seunghyun definitely made you feel something, and if you to had to describe it to anyone, he was definitely the pleaser in the relationship. There were definitely times he loved to be babied, but he lived for the times to worship his partner or the person he was with– with each thrust, you could practically feel him edging inside of you, like he wanted this special night with you to last forever. Certain moments it really felt like your throat and pussy had came together and everything began to feel hightened.

You were sure the neighbors heard you two, the bed was most definitely moving, and your murmured moans were the soundtrack that Seunghyun could listen to all day, even wanting to sample them in upcoming music if you'd let him. His moans were quiet, but definitely there as he softly whispered things to you throughout the process.

"Fuck, Princess. You fit perfect. Like I was suppose to be the one taking care of you, of this pussy, for all my life... Such a gift."

Boy did it feel true. He fit perfect, and there was definitely never a time you did not feel all of him inside of you. One of your hands reached up, wrapping around his throat as your thumb glid across his enlarged Adam's Apple, a smirk toying on your face as his thrusts began to slow down and you could feel his vocal cords tense around you, giving a playful squeeze.

"Do your friends know you like to be choked, baby? Do they know how it makes your dick twitch? Feels so good..." Seunghyun did not respond right away, but you could feel how his body reacted to praise, somehow thrusting even deeper inside of you by the end of the comment, his hips bucking hard against yours.

"You're gonna make me cum if you do keep saying that kind of stuff. Is that what you want?"

Your hand loosened against his throat, your thumb still drawing little circles against him as you blinked innocently, your head tilting slightly so your eyes looked deep into his.

"I dare you to. And that's a threat, not a promise"

That was all the man grinding his hips into yours needed to hear before you could feel him releasing inside of you, filling you. His uneven breaths were goddamn art for your ears when you slowly felt him pull out of you, rolling to his side of the bed. His uneven breaths were still playing in your ears when you felt him nudge you, offering you a cigarette with one already in his mouth.

You happily took one, as he lit them both for you and propped himself up so he was sitting up more, his eyes never once leaving yours as Seunghyun took a single hit, smoke circling the the two of you for a moment.

"If all your romance books involve cheap thrills and rough sex I might have to start reading them myself..."

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#choi seunghyun #t.o.p x reader #choi seunghyun x reader #t.o.p #choi seunghyun x reader smut #t.o.p x reader smut

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amiratheangel · 28 days ago

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DEATH BY A THOUSAND CUTS

j.todd x fem!reader

JASON TODD didn’t know that he was in love with you until it was too late.

since he had been revived and living as ‘red hood’, a vigilante with no motivation other than justice, he had assured himself that he didn’t need anyone else. not even a pet, not even a partner.

then you came along.

during one of his patrols, he spotted a cute little coffee shop in which you worked. it was late at night and you were half asleep behind the counter.

“one coffee to go, please,” he said, waking you up from your drowsy state. “no milk, no sugar.” his voice was cold as he looked at you, half asleep.

“m’kay,” you mumble, your chair scraping across the floor as you go to make his coffee. you handed it to him with a sleepy smile.

that night changed everything. stars that once just looked like salt specks now shined with purpose. night air that once felt so cold suddenly felt warm. he found himself going to your coffee shop every chance he could.

that brings him back to now. where he’s cold and alone and missing you.

he would do anything to keep his mind off of you. take the long way home from his boring day job. talk to dick on the phone. make useless plans that usually ended with him getting wine drunk or just completely wasted. like today.

a half- drunken bottle of vodka and an unused glass sat on the table that you picked out. his phone was in his hand, your number dialed.

“fuck it.” he whispered, calling you.

ring…

anxiousness crept up on him as the weight of this decision suddenly dropped. what if you thought he was pathetic? what if you didn’t pick up? what if you blocked him?

every single possibility played out in his head all at once. he wasn’t used to feeling this way. in fact, he hated it. he hated feeling like he needed someone. he hated missing the feeling of your soft skin against his in the morning. he hated not seeing your cute mugs in his cabinets.

“jay?” your tired voice crackled through the speaker. “what’s wrong? are you okay?” the gentleness of your voice cut him into a thousand little pieces. he actually felt like he was going to do.

“jaasonn..” you said in a sing-song voice. “are you there?” obviously, you were confused. he ended things with you. he shut you out of the house you had created together and boarded up all the windows. but now there seemed to be a tiny bit of sunshine peeking through.

“imissyou.” his voice comes out strained and slurred, his words melting together. “iloveyou.” his head was spinning, he didn’t even know what he’s saying anymore.

“what?” you were way too tired for this. it was two in the morning and he was suddenly calling you to tell you he loved you and he missed you?

“please, come back. i’m sorry. don’t leave me alone.” he pleaded quietly to you, the alcohol taking control of his mind. letting him slip into an unbothered trance that he definitely wouldn’t remember tomorrow morning.

and he definitely didn’t remember how you ended up in his arms again. radiant beams of light shone through his open window, the linen curtains blowing delicately.

he thought he’d perish again from a case of heartbreak, but instead he healed from his slow death of a thousand cuts.

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angel-writes-skz-here · 19 days ago

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Seduction

Prof Minho x Student! Reader Synopsis: Minho's harsh words come back to bite him. A surprise guest visits you on campus, and life alerting decisions are made Warnings: SMUTTT, masturbating (m & f.), unprotected p in v (be safe!), pet names, oral (f receiving), angst, i think that's it. A/N: Omg i'm so surprised with how much love this lil fic has gotten! Thank you guys so much! Part 4 will be wild but for now, relish in part 3! As always, leave a comment to be added to the tag list!

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Consequences

Minho was a cold, calculated man. He didn’t normally take unnecessary risks, he wasn’t one to usually give into carnal desires whenever they hit, but y/n? She made him tick; and that terrified him.

He was so volatile around her, despite the way he held onto his composure. He let her suck him off under his desk in public for crying out loud. And the worst part, he wanted it just as badly if not more than she did. He hadn’t stopped thinking about her. The way she felt wrapped around him, the way her walls squeezed him as if she was made for him and him alone. His body ached for her, and to keep himself from going down a path he knew led to nothing but destruction, he used who or whatever he could.

He sat on his couch, cock in hand as he thought of you. The way your body was always exposed in some way or fashion, the way you showed him your panties or cleavage when ever you could, to try and rile him up. The way your hips swayed simply when you walked and didn’t realize he was paying too close attention. The way he would watch as your lips curved up in a smile when he seen you around campus with your friends. The way he would do anything to hear you laugh uncontrollably, like the day he shot you a look for it because it was disruptive.

Your name falls from his lips as his hand quickens, hips lifting into it like you’re above him. It doesn’t take long for him to finish, and he doesn’t have long, before he has to be back in time for your class.

He walks in, eyes flitting to your seat, a sickening feeling in his stomach. He tried to reason with himself. You weren’t taking the hint; he didn’t want you.

Err

He couldn’t have you. Which to him meant he couldn’t want you, because he knew himself too well. As good as he could resist, it couldn’t last. He tried being nice, tried to correct you softly, but you wouldn’t relent. He had to be mean. Had to be forceful. He had to scare you. That’s what he reassured himself of every time his heart ached when he thought of the look on your face when you left his office.

His class starts to file in, noticing you’re not in at your normal time, he furrows his brows, deciding the leave the door open an extra few minutes. Minho begins class, eyes constantly flitting from your seat to the door, ultimately leaving the door unlocked for the full length of class, just in case.

As he drones on, he can’t help but wonder where you are. Since the beginning of the year, you hadn’t missed a single day of his class. Maybe you were sick, maybe you just needed time.

However, as one day turned into three weeks, Minho was getting worried despite his better judgment. He’d emailed you a week ago saying you needed to come to class or you would flunk out. He never heard back, never seen you on campus, and his worry was eating away at him.

Had he been too harsh?

Was he too mean?

After yet another missed class he pulls out his cell phone dialing your number. Today he had to take attendance, and it was the second of three you could miss. He tried to be lenient, give you time, but he still had a job to do.

He waits, listens to it ring and hears your voice.

“Hey this is y/n, leave your message at the beep.”

Beep

Minho ponders hanging up for a moment, but clears his throat.

“This is Professor Lee, I’m calling to inform you that you need to come back to class. Your grade is quickly dropping and I’m willing to help you make it up, but you need to be here to do so. I expect to see you tomorrow for class, you can’t afford another missed attendance or you will fail my class.” He hangs up, guilt blooming in his chest.

You feel your phone vibrate seeing a voice mail you pick up the phone and press play. Minho’s voice cuts on and as quickly as it began, you cut it off. You holed yourself up in your room for a few days before going to your other classes, but you couldn’t bring yourself to go back to Psychology. Not yet.

His words still ring in your head.

‘Y/n that’s all it was, I used you for my own personal release. Because that’s all you were good for.’

The last sentence cuts deep. Sure, it was a one-night stand, you told him to use you, but you were never supposed to see him again. He was meant to be a good memory; a ghost. Nothing more.

He didn’t have to look so wicked when the words fell from the lips you desperately wanted to kiss. The words echo in your skull, tears welling up in your eyes once again.

Later that night you hear a knock at your door. You drag yourself out of bed, hair a mess, eyes puffy, clothes frumpy.

You open the door and see a face you weren’t expecting.

“Hayden?” you ask shocked.

“Hey, y/n.” he smiles.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“I missed my girl, and wanted to come see you.” He pulls you into him, kissing the top of your head.

“Technically I’m not your girl,”

“Y/n, we’re on a break while you’re here. You’re still mine, and I’m still yours, regardless of any meaningless one-night stands or stupid drunken mistakes.” He reasons as he walks into the dorm with you. Guilt pangs your chest; even if you are a single woman.

“But I’m here, so let’s do something. I missed you like crazy.” He cups your face placing a kiss on your nose. That’s when he sees your face. Your eyes red and puffy, and the little sniffle you do.

“Woah what the hell happened?”

“It’s nothing, I’m fine. Come on, I’ll get dressed and we can go get something to eat. You gotta be starving.” You smile.

Minho is in his office late that night, thoughts of you weaving through his mind. He really has started to miss you, in spite of your teasing, he missed your presence. Something about you, while entirely frustrating, was fun. Challenging even. You weren’t like the other girls who would pine from afar.

You aren’t turned off by his harsh exterior, or you weren’t, until you were.

He exits his office, heading to the student center to grab a bite to eat before making his way back home. He steps inside the large cafeteria-esque room eyes scanning the room to see his array of choices when his eyes land on you for the first time in weeks.

And you’re with someone.

A boy.

He feels a pang of jealousy rise up. He hasn’t seen you in weeks, granted not that he deserved to for any other reason other than he was your professor. But still, his curiosity peaked. He could see your body shake with laughter as he walked to your table; social graces be damned.

You feel his presence before you see him, and when he walks up to the table, your body goes rigid.

“Ms. Y/L/N. Glad to see you’re still alive.” He says sarcastically.

“Professor Lee,” you say as you can feel your ex boyfriend’s eyes on the two of you.

“I’m Hayden,” he speaks up reaching out to shake Minho’s hand.

“Nice to meet you,” he flits his eyes to the boy.

“I hope you being out and about means I’ll be seeing you in class tomorrow.” You quirk a brow before scoffing at his audacity and shrugging your shoulders.

“If I have it my way, this pretty little lady won’t be going back to class.” Hayden smirks and Minho’s body goes rigid, his own brow lifting before he turns his attention to your ex.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m just saying, this lil vixen here’s got me going crazy. She may be too sore,” he snickers and you are helpless as you watch Minho grab him by the collar and pull him up, their noses touching.

“Do. Not. Speak. about her like that. Do you understand me? Or we will have problems.” He seethes. Hayden’s eyes are big as saucers.

“It was a joke man,” he stammers before Minho lets him go. Hayden’s face is in utter shock as your mouth hangs open.

“Ms. Y/L/N I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.” Minho says with a nod of his head as he walks away like nothing happened.

You and Hayden share a look.

“What the hell is his problem,” he shoots a glare Minho’s direction. You follow Hayden’s eyes, noticing the way he stands there in line, cool, calm and collected; your heart racing in your chest.

“No clue,” you lie.

The next day you walk in the door as Minho turns to make his way to it. You see a faint smile on his face, until Hayden walks in behind you.

“My seat is up front, so sit here and chill.” You tell him. You make your way down to your seat and sit down opening your laptop.

Minho starts his lesson, eyes flitting between you and Hayden the whole class. It goes by smoothly, no disruptions, no teasing from you, you’re rather stoic and composed. Nothing like what your professor is used to. Minho finds himself missing your antics.

The bell rings, and Hayden walks up to you helping you pack your things away before you turn on your heels to leave.

“Y/n!” Minho calls out. You sigh.

“I need to speak with you this afternoon, please come by during my office hours,” he casually requests, “Alone.” He narrows his eyes at Hayden who looks confused.

“Yeah, whatever.” You say as you take his hand in yours, Minho’s stomach in knots at the sight; disgust filling his entire being. He’s losing his grip on reality little by little, only this time, it’s not due to your teasing.

You knock on Minho’s door.

“Come in,” he calls out to you.

“You wanted to speak with me?” Minho’s eyes rake over your body, noting the sweatpants and loose t shirt, tied up hair and glasses.

“What no short skirt today?” He asks, brow quirked.

“Excuse me?” Your brows furrow as your voice is sharp and warning.

“You heard me.” He says without looking away from his computer.

“Have a seat, we need to discuss your grade.”

“Am I failing?” You ask with a certain air of reservation as you sit in the leather seat. The thought of him bending your math teacher over the very desk he’s sitting at plays in your head, harsh emotions daring to pop up

“Almost,”

“But I’m not?”

“Technically no,” Minho sighs.

“Then there’s nothing to talk about.” You stand up and make your way to the door.

“Y/n,” he breathes pinching the bridge of his nose.

You don’t turn around, you can’t.

“If you miss one more class of mine you’ll have to retake it and you being here on a student visa means you don’t exactly have the time to do that. You need to get your grade up.” He scolds lightly. A hint of softness in his voice.

“I have homework, Professor Lee. If I’m not failing, I’ll be fine. No one said a diploma needed an A plus average.” You go to turn the knob but a hand presses against the door. You can feel the heat radiating off him just behind you.

“Y/n, I’m worried about you,” he says in your ear, voice sincere. You smile cynically.

“Why? All I’m good for is to be used.” You bite back. He sighs.

“Y/n, please.” His hand tentatively moves to your hip. Your breath hitches as your eyes shut, the way his hand feels on you is unreal. It’s like a livewire; electric and dangerous.

“I need to leave.” Your voice is quiet. He moves his lips to your ear.

“Please come back to class. I don’t want to see you fail.” He pleads and for a moment you think he’s sincere. You shutter as his breath hits you and his lips ghost your ear.

Without another word, you open the door and quickly escape his grip; head spinning in confusion.

Over the next week Hayden stays, the two of you getting visibly close again. He meets Duri, follows you to other classes, stays by your side almost 24/7. But as time does, it goes and the week comes to an end.

“I’m just saying, you could come back home with me, if you wanted to.” He says as he packs his suit case.

“Hayden, I can’t leave,” you chuckle but the way he looks at you, you can tell he’s serious.

“Wait, you’re serious?”

“You can study social work anywhere; it doesn’t have to be here.” He reasons.

“No, but I’m not just here for school, it’s a chance to travel, get to know other cultures and understand other backgrounds and heritages. It’s a way to expand my knowledge in the real world too.” You explain.

“I’m just saying, you don’t seem too happy. You keep saying nothing is wrong, but I can tell something is bothering you, I just don’t know what.” He sits down on your bed.

“You take midterms in a few weeks, pass those and you can transfer colleges to one in the states. Just think about it. That’s all I ask.” He says before placing a kiss to your forehead.

Your eyes close as his lips touch your forehead. You fist his collar, bringing his lips to yours in a deep and messy kiss, your hands threading through his dark hair, breath mixing as you try to pull him closer.

“God, I hope this means you’re coming home soon,” he says against your lips.

“It means I want to fuck you before you leave.” You breathe as you capture his lips again.

“And get Minho out of my head,” you think to yourself as your back hits the bed.

Its two weeks after Hayden leaves, the thought of leaving has been floating around in your head more and more. As much as you want to stay, seeing Minho everyday is hard. Even if you transferred classes, there are days where being on the same campus as him hurts.

You decided last week to go home, you were able to get a flight out Saturday morning, the morning after your big birthday bash. Duri had promised to make it a birthday to remember and that you guys would stay in touch even if you were half a world away.

Thankfully mid terms meant you were holed up in your dorm studying all week, and it was the last day of testing, and your birthday. Which meant after your psychology midterm, it’s party time.

The midterm comes, and as you take the test, your eyes flit to Minho’s desk, where his eyes are on you almost every time, and he doesn’t look away, he doesn’t smile, just stares. You pull your eyes away from him, trying to focus and finish your test.

Back in your dorm, you’re double checking everything, making sure you don’t forget anything. You leave your suit cases by the door as you look at your self in the mirror one last time, smiling to yourself. Tonight isn’t about Minho or the drama that seemed to surround the two of you, it’s about you turning nineteen and having a blast.

The party is in full swing, alcohol, sweaty college kids, and substances as far as the eye could see; powders lined tables, pills littering rooms on the carpeting. You’d come with Duri who unfortunately got sick not long after you arrived and you decided to stay without her. It’s your birthday after all. And the boys are making sure you feel special. You have a sash around you that says birthday girl, pink and white, matching the pretty pink bodycon dress that left very little to the imagination.

The music thumps as you brace on the keg, everyone shouting as they lift you up and you drink from it, your feet in the air. The party slowly started to blur, alcohol reaching your blood, that fuzzy feeling kicking in. You’re stumbling around the party, giggly from the second-hand smoke.

“I gotta go home,” you slur to one of Duri’s friends, Taehoon.

“Come on, y/n the party has just gotten started.” He slings an arm around your shoulder. You giggle as you lean into his side.

“Mmm, got a flight to catch,” you stumble as he keeps an arm around you as you walk.

“Ugh, at least have one last good time before you go?”

“No more drinks.” You shake your head. You’d managed to stay away from most of the drugs, until Taehoon holds out a little pink pill.

“Whatssit for?”

“Motivation,” he smirks. You furrow your brows but hold your tongue out flat for him.

“Ah, look at you. Such a good little girl,” he mocks as he places it on your tongue.

“Now swallow,” he instructs as you do so.

“Come on, I’ll take you home.”

You begin walking down the road when about ten minutes into the walk you start to feel funny.

“Y/n?” you hear your name being called. Your vision is slightly blurry; you rub your eyes.

“Professor Lee. How’s my favorite teacher?” the boy kisses up to him. Your heart thrums in your ears as your vision begins to clear again. Feeling only a little dizzy.

“Fine, I see how you’re spending your evening.” He gestures to you. He halfheartedly laughs it off.

“Y/n, are you alright?” Minho asks as you start adjusting your dress, suddenly very overwhelmed by the material.

“I should probably get her home,” the guy begins to walk.

“I’ll make sure she gets home, Taehoon. Go back to your party,” he says and you feel a firm grip come around your waist. His hand burns against your body, despite the dress.

You furrow your brows and look down, noticing it. Before Taehoon can utter a response, Minho is pulling you with him.

“Woah- hey!” you shriek as he pulls you off in the direction away from the house.

“You mind tell him me why you’re touching me!” You struggle against him, but he only holds you closer to his side not answering you.

“Let me go,” you wiggle in his grip but your body begins to feel warmer. You make a few grunting noises, followed by a few whines, as your body gets uncomfortable.

“Here, get in,” he holds the door open for you. You sit in the seat, still squirming, a slight pulse being found between your thighs. You can feel the sweat cling to your body, your thighs squeezing together trying to soothe the slight ache in between them.

Minho gets in, hearing the quiet whimpers watching as you keep adjusting and re adjusting your dress. He can see the way your chest is heaving.

“Are you ok?” Minho asks, his hand find its way to your thigh to grab your attention.

You practically moan at the contact. Your face flushes when he looks at you like you’ve lost your mind.

“’m s-sorry,” you squeeze your eyes shut, forcing your hands not to go where you want contact the most.

“What’s going on with you? You’re sweaty and you can’t sit still. What the hell did you take?”

“I don’t know,” you whine hips grinding into the car seat.

“Hurts,” you whimper as you shamelessly try to dig your hips into the seat, begging for friction.

“Woah- shit,” Minho curses as he watches you.

This isn’t good.

He pulls up to his house just off campus and helps you inside. You can’t control the small whines and whimpers, your body feeling as though it’s on fire.

“What are we doing here?” you ask between whines.

“Just a precaution, so I know you’re safe.” He says closing the door behind you.

“Fuck,” you whimper out as you squeeze your thighs together and tuck your face into his neck.

“Minho it hurts so bad,” you sob into his neck and he takes a deep breath. Your hot breath on his neck isn’t helping matters.

“Ok, let’s get you into a bath. That should help you cool down.” He gently leads you to the bathroom. You’re grabbing at your dress, desperate to be free from the suffocating material. By the time you’re in the bathroom. It’s half way down, your chest exposed to the cool air of his house.

Minho is doing his best not to look at you, keeping his eyes forward.

“Go ahead, I’ll start the water.” He says as he deliberately doesn’t look at you. You step into the water, the contact from that not helping. You moan as you sink into it, the water not cooling you off any, but feeling good against your flesh. His lips purse as he turns his back and as his hand is put on the knob, he hears it.

A small gasp before an uncontrollable moan leaves your lips. He freezes, the sound going straight to his cock. He grabs the knob, forcing himself out and slams the door behind him.

How long would you play these games? Was it all a set up? Had you done this on purpose? He warned you and yet here you were, testing him. He could hear you, the moaning getting louder, whimpering turning into full on screams as your fingers worked against your bud, begging for release. And when he hears it, how pretty you sound when it hits, he’s done for. His lip is bleeding from how hard he’s chewing on it. The house goes quiet, and Minho wills himself to turn the TV on. Maybe you were ok now.

Maybe.

You sit in the tub, the burn, sting, and desire not even hardly fading. You’re gasping for air, body writhing in the water. You can’t make it stop.

You force yourself out of the tub, not even bothering with clothes or a towel, drying off so you don’t drip water, and walk out to see Minho sipping his tea in front of the tv. When his eyes cast to your body, he chokes on the tea as the cup is taken away from his lips in haste.

“What the fuck y/n. What did I not make clear to you, I,”

“Minho please,” you whimper, tears brimming your eyes at the red-hot feeling of your body.

“I can’t do it myself I tried, I can’t,” you cry as you lift up your long acrylic nails, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I just,” you gasp looking for the words, “ I need help,” you let the tears flow and Minho furrows his brows.

Holy shit. You aren’t kidding.

“What, I, what do you want me to do?”

His voice is shaky, unsure, as he stands up and comes to shield you from the light and vulnerability in the room.

“Please, just, touch me, make it stop.” Your bottom lip pouts and he can’t hold himself back anymore.

Minho’s lips find yours in a needy hot kiss. His hands go to your waist automatically and you gasp, the feeling electric. He pulls you to his bedroom, pushing you back on the bed as he begins to pull at his tie. He flings it across the room, along with his shirt.

“This is just to ease your pain,” he lies to you and himself. Sure, that was the excuse, but Minho knew sooner or later he’d give in.

You’re sitting up on your elbows as you watch him remove his shirt before hovering over you.

“Just lay back, and trust me, ok?” He strokes your cheek with a gentleness you haven’t seen before, both present in his touch and his eyes.

His lips find your collar bone, leaving open mouthed kisses behind. He can feel you squirm beneath him, as he trails kisses down your stomach he watches you through his lashes; no teasing, no harsh movements.

He settles between your thighs, fingers spreading you open, tongue immediately circling your bud.

You gasp, back arching off the bed, hand flying to this head.

“Ah-ha,” you choke out, eyes screwing shut, His tongue is quick, firmly pressing against you. Your hips quickly start to grind against his face.

“P-please, ah, fuck yes, please Minho, fingers,” you sob out as you hold him close to your core. He does as you instruct, slowly inserting one finger into your hole, curling it and pumping it.

“Fuck,” you shriek. Your body could hardly keep up with how good everything felt, how overwhelming it was. He adds another without warning, keeping his pace.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you whimper as you feel the tight coil in your belly. As he works you up to it, he holds your thigh; fingers pressing into it so hard you know there will be bruises the next morning. Your coil explodes in your stomach, euphoria hitting every single nerve ending. You gasp for air, feeling the burn start to fade. Your chest rises and falls as Minho cleans you up with his tongue.

“Fuck you taste so much better than I imagined,” he says to himself. You’re too busy trying to see straight to hear him. He kisses your mound, up your pelvis, nipping at your hips and sucking at them a little, lips trailing back up to yours.

“Taste yourself,” he says as he holds your jaw between his thumb and other fingers firmly, forcing you to look at him.

His nose, lips and chin are shiny as he comes down to connect your lips, his tongue freely moving in your mouth. You moan as your taste hits your taste buds, his tongue massaging yours.

Your hands go to either side of his neck, the two of you kissing each other as if you’ll disappear from one another if you stop. So, you don’t. You breathe against each other, tongues dancing together in an intricate and intimate dance.

Minho finally pulls away, lips kiss swollen as he looks down at you, chest heaving as yours does.

“Feel better?” he asks pointedly.

“A little,” you say sheepishly, head still fuzzy. He purses his lips, getting off you and walking out of the room. He comes back with a rag, words not being spoken as you rise up back to your elbows watching him clean you up. He doesn’t look at you, doesn’t smile or say a word, just cleans. You watch him leave, and he’s gone for a moment, bringing you back a shirt of his and a pair of his boxer shorts.

“You can wear this tonight, and I’ll take you to your dorm in the morning.” He says coldly.

“Minho,” you call and he stops, facing the bedroom door, listening.

“I, I want you to stay,” you admit before slipping on the shirt.

“Please,” you whisper before pulling your hair out of the collar. You slip on the shorts and he sighs.

“Y/n that’s not a good idea.”

“Please, I, I’m freaked out. I don’t wanna be alone and I don’t know what’s happening to me.” Your voice is audibly desperate and scared.

“You were drugged with something, I just don’t know what.” He tries to stay distant, but his voice gives away his own concern.

“Minho, please, I’m scared.” You reach out and touch his arm. He turns to look at you.

“Fine, only because you’re scared, but this changes nothing.” He admonishes.

You nod and crawl into bed, cuddling up next to him.

Little did you know, Minho could and would hold you forever if he was able to. Fate simply didn’t seem to want to give him that chance.

Or maybe it did, and he was scared to take it.

About thirty minutes later, Minho sound asleep, it’s back. The burning desire, the want, the way your clit catches at the subtlest squeeze of your thighs and you can’t help but hiss at the contact.

You groan into your pillow, Minho waking up to your small but constant movements. He rubs his eyes, looking at you, desperately trying to rut into his mattress like a bitch in heat.

“What the hell is going on?”

“It’s back,” you moan, your bud catching just right.

“And it’s worse, every little thing feels like it’s setting me on fire,” you groan as you toss the shirt off again.

“Y/n, stop.” He tries to still your hips, but you can’t, you won’t. You need release.

“I’ll make you feel better. Just stop,” the words stop you in your tracks.

You slip the boxer shorts off, Minho slipping his own off, cock springing free.

“Lay down,” he instructs as he fingers your core, gently pumping in and out, feeling how wet you are.

“Fuck,” he growls. He gets a condom from the bedside table.

“No, please, I need as much of you as I can, please, I’m desperate,” you stop him. He sighs as he drops the condom down on the table leaning down to kiss your lips as he lines himself up at your entrance.

You feel the tip push in, and you gasp, the feeling better than words could ever describe. He pushes in slow, letting you feel the way he fills you up, wall to wall. You shudder against his shoulder as he bottoms out, both of your foreheads resting against the other’s body.

“Fuck I forgot how good you feel around my cock,” he whispers, stroking your hair. Your words are gone, the feelings intense.

“’s good, so good, please m-move, I want it,” you babble and he shushes you. Your hands grip his biceps as he slowly pulls out, only to quickly push himself back in, eliciting a gasp from you.

“Tell me what feels good, Kitten,” he murmurs in your ear, voice gentle.

“Harder,” you say as your lips attach to his neck, sucking a bruise to the base of it. His hips buck into you harder, your nails scratching down his back as his hips pound into you.

“Fuck, faster, please,” you pant. Minho knows exactly what you need, and he can’t give it to you this way. He pulls out, you whimpering at the loss of contact before he flops you on your belly.

He grabs a fist full of hair, angles your hips up, and rams into you, causing you to scream in pleasure.

Your eyes roll back into your head, skin on skin echoing in the room amongst your cries of pleasure. Minho pulls your body up against his, your back to his chest as he thrusts, both of you panting as you chase your highs.

“Kiss me,” you breathe out. He connects your lips in a sloppy kiss, tongues gliding, moans being swallowed, your fingers tangling in his hair as his comes around and hold you by your tits, fingers circling your nubs.

“You want me to touch you?” he asks against your mouth. You can only whimper in response.

His left arm hooks around you, hips still going, as his other hand snakes around finding your puffy clit.

“Ah, fuck,” you hiss as he begins to rub it.

“Fuck, fuck, it’s too much,” you sob.

“You can do it, Kitten. You wanted to get fucked, don’t be rude. Take what I give you,” he instructs in your ear. The overstimulation is crazy, your hips grinding down against his cock, walls clamping around him like a vice.

“Aww, fuck,” he growls as feels it, lips attaching to your shoulder. A few tears stream down your face in pleasure as he rubs faster and harder, and your hands grip his arms as your orgasm rips through you white hot. Stars in your vision as your body violently shakes around him, Minho pulling out, helping you lay down, before pumping himself quickly, making himself cum.

His sounds are heavenly and you watch the sight before you, a lazy and satisfied smirk on your face.

You watch his chest rise and fall, his eyes slowly dragging over your frame until they meet yours. You see the smallest smile on his face. He grabs the rag from earlier, wiping himself clean before leaning over and capturing your lips in a sweet kiss.

“How do you feel now?” he smirks.

“Much better,” you smile as you kiss him again.

He takes the rag to the bathroom, feeling content with his life for once. He gets another rag to re clean you up, and when he comes back, you’re body is limp, eyes half lidded.

“You’re tired,” he teases as he uses the cloth to clean up the second mess he’s made tonight. Your hips jolt as he touches your clit.

“Sorry,” he mutters as he takes his time before placing a kiss to the top of your thigh.

“You’re still gonna stay with me, right?” you call out.

“If you want me to,” he says as he enters the room. He slips into the other side of the bed, pulling you to him, nestling you in his warmth.

He kisses your forehead, silence blanketing you.

“You ok?” he whispers.

“Mhm,” you murmur.

“Do you need anything? Water, snack, space?”

“Nope,” you say as you grin up at him. You take the time to memorize his face. His dark eyes, brown hair, soft sweet skin and lips. Your hand comes up to cradle his cheek for a moment before you place a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Good night,” you whisper as you turn around in his arms.

The next morning the sunlight shines into the window of Minho’s bedroom. He squints his eyes, looking around the room. Memories of last night come flooding in as he feels the sheets against his flesh. But you aren’t in the bed. He pulls on a pair of sweatpants.

“Y/n?” he calls out.

No response. He notices the shorts he lent you last night on the floor, but the t shirt is nowhere to be found.

“Y/n!” he calls again.

Nothing. He checks the rooms, but doesn’t find you.

He walks into the kitchen, seeing a note on the counter.

Thanks for the release. It was all you were good for.

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mis-anthrapologistic · 2 months ago

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[long post] random simplyplural inspo

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bellaxgiornata · 1 month ago

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There's Still Light in the Darkness

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!Reader Word Count: 3k [Matt Murdock Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: 18+; depression, emotional hurt/comfort, boyfriend Matt, angst with a hopeful ending

Summary: For months you'd been stuck in a dark place inside your mind, but Matt finds a unique way to remind you of the light.

a/n: This is a purely self-indulgent, personal little thing, but maybe it'll speak to some of y'all. I've been quietly struggling with my own depression for months and found myself wondering 'What would Matt say about all that darkness in my mind?' Then this came out. Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated.

Sitting cross legged on the leather couch, you’d been staring at the obnoxious and colorful billboard directly in front of the large windows of the sixth floor apartment for most of the morning. You’d initially sat here earlier with a cup of coffee staring out of those same windows after you’d told Matthew goodbye. Now, long after having finished that coffee, you were still sitting here staring vacantly at the changing ads as they ran on a loop.

Despite it being Saturday morning, Matt had left to meet with Foggy and Karen at their office to work on an upcoming case. Which meant you were left here alone–something you should’ve been used to by now considering how Matt spent a few of his evenings every week.

Except you weren’t used to it.

For the past few months, for whatever damn reason, you found yourself just stuck like this whenever Matt wasn’t home. You’d usually try to force yourself out of it by doing something productive–washing some dishes, making dinner, cleaning the apartment, doing a load of laundry. Something. But it didn’t matter how many times you cleaned off the stovetop or scrubbed down the bathroom, you couldn’t escape that darkness in your head. There was an ever-present shadow that felt like it was gradually swallowing your mind, following you from the moment you woke up until the moment you finally managed to fall back asleep.

You knew Matt had begun to notice the change in your mood, too. He’d started asking if you were alright at least three times a day beginning last week. Knowing you could never get a lie over on him by just dismissively telling him that you were alright, you often told him a variation of some safe responses you'd grown to learn over time. Either you were stressed out from work, tired from poor sleep, or unsure if your hormones were just going crazy. If his senses ever registered your excuses as an outright lie, he’d never called you out on it.

But truthfully? No, you weren’t okay. You hadn’t been for quite some time, and if you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t really know why you’d been feeling this way. You were fortunate to have a decent paying, stable career–even if you didn’t like your job more than ninety percent of the time. You had a loving, attentive boyfriend that you trusted with your whole heart even if he also spent his evenings saving strangers on the streets of Hell’s Kitchen dressed in a devil suit. You had friends. You had family. You had decent fucking health insurance–something most unfortunately did not. Matt and you weren’t financially in the best place, but you weren’t starving and struggling to pay bills, either.

You had no reason to be feeling like you were. You knew that. And yet that only made you feel even worse. Because of that unexplainable darkness that hung over you like a second skin. That darkness you just could not shake off no matter how many times you laid in bed, or cried, or paced around the damn apartment when Matt wasn’t around. It didn't matter how hot you turned the shower up and burned your skin, or how many times you forced a smile on your face and told jokes at work. That heavy weight in your soul felt as if it was a sinking stone trying to drown you lately. You couldn’t get rid of it.

“Sweetheart?”

Startling at the sudden voice within the apartment, your head darted over your shoulder only to find Matt standing just past the entryway hall. He was dressed in the dress shirt and suit coat he’d thrown on this morning, his tie slightly askew. You’d found it sweet how he’d still dressed as if he was actually going into work to meet clients this morning when their office wasn’t technically even open today.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

Matt took a few more steps towards the back of the leather couch, eventually bending over to set his briefcase down. His dark brows were drawn together, partially dipping beneath the red lenses of his glasses as he studied you. The concern was evident on his features despite half of them being hidden from your view.

“What?” you asked, shifting towards him.

Matt raised a hand, pointing a finger at where you were sitting. “You’ve been sitting there crying since I stepped into the lobby downstairs. I could hear you,” he stated. “What’s wrong?”

Reaching a hand up from your lap, you dabbed your fingers along your cheeks, just beneath your eyes. Wetness coated the pads of them, surprising even yourself.

“Oh, I didn’t–”

“Don't give me that again, sweetheart,” Matt said, his tone low and measured. “It's not just a hormonal thing or whatever else you want to blame. You've been in and out of it for months now. Talk to me.”

A slow, reluctant sigh fell past your lips. He was right. Of course he was right. He could read your body after all, there was no point in denying it.

“Yeah, alright,” you agreed softly, wiping the rest of the tears from your cheeks with the back of your hand. “I'm not doing alright. And it's stupid because I know I shouldn’t even be feeling like this.”

Matt made his way around the couch to sit down beside you, settling onto the cushion next to you. His hand reached out, lightly resting along your knee and giving it a reassuring squeeze. The warmth and weight of his palm was soothing, but it didn't make that darkness in your mind magically fade away.

“You're allowed to feel however you're feeling,” he told you gently. “Don't invalidate yourself. But talk to me, sweetheart. What's going on?”

Chewing your lip, you looked down at his hand where it sat along your knee. His thumb was gently brushing back and forth over your sweatpants, moving in a soft, circular pattern.

“I don't know,” you admitted quietly. “I don't know why I feel like this. I just can't stop. Everything just feels so…dark all of the time. It's so damn suffocating that I feel like I can’t just be happy–or just be.”

A heavy silence met your words, your eyes still focused on his hand. But you could see Matt from the corner of your eye. He was clearly deep in thought, you could tell by the way his lips were drawn into a thin line. You'd gotten used to reading his face with his Daredevil cowl on more than enough times to know that by now.

After a long moment of silence, Matt's hand lightly patted your knee. Looking over at him beside you on the leather couch, you eyed him with furrowed brows.

“Come on,” he said, hand sliding off your knee as he rose from the couch. “I've got an idea. And it involves you getting some fresh air and sunshine.”

“Matt,” you replied flatly, looking up at his outstretched hand, “I'm not a plant.”

The corner of his lips curled back into one of his familiar cheeky grins. The playful kind you loved to see on his face. The kind of grin that had a small one slipping onto your face in return.

“I know,” he answered. “That's why we're getting coffee, too.”

Hands entwined together, you walked side by side next to Matt in a park a few blocks from the apartment. There was a coffee in your other hand, the warmth of it comforting each time you took a sip, just like the heat from the afternoon sun overhead felt like a temporary balm as it shone along your face.

You looked around the pair of you, scanning the busy footpath. It was Saturday afternoon on one of the first nice, sunny spring days in early May, so of course everyone was outside enjoying the day. But that darkness still hung over you as you walked, your shoulder occasionally brushing against Matt’s.

“So was this the plan?” you asked him curiously. “Bring me outside for coffee and fresh air? That cures depression and sadness?”

He chuckled softly beside you, shaking his head as he followed you along the path. “No,” he answered. “There’s not a ‘cure’ for depression, sweetheart. I think we both know that. But,” he continued, looking over at you while you both walked, “you said something I could relate to back at the apartment. About everything feeling dark. It had me thinking that maybe you just needed someone to help you see some light. That it might ease some of that weight.”

Brows knitting together, you shot Matt a sideways glance. “So you are telling me sunlight is the answer? Because I told you earlier, Matthew, I’m not a plant.”

That cheeky grin was back on his face as he shook his head again, an amused huff passing between his lips. You felt his large hand squeeze yours, the gesture tender and comforting.

“I wasn’t speaking about seeing literal light, sweetheart,” he explained. “I meant a different kind of light. A metaphorical light. The type that brightens the world when it starts to feel a little too dark, a little too bleak.”

His words gave you pause–quite literally. You had briefly stopped mid-step, staring back at him in interest and confusion before you realized that you were both suddenly blocking everyone else on the footpath. Guiding the pair of you out of the way, you led Matt over to a nearby empty park bench so you could talk.

“The way you say that,” you began quietly, lowering down to sit on the bench beside him, “makes it sound like you’re talking about something personal. Something you do. Because of all the horrible parts of the world you witness that the rest of us don’t.”

Matt nodded slowly, drawing his cup of coffee up to his mouth for a drink as he sat beside you. You noticed his expression had grown serious now, far less playful than it had been a moment ago. You’d often wondered how Matt handled the things he encountered as Daredevil. The muggings, the assaults, the abductions. People in need of help and Daredevil sometimes not being able to save them. For someone who endured as much as they did, Matt seemed surprisingly well-adjusted–all things considered, of course. He absolutely had his faults, but how Matt wasn’t losing his mind solely from what his enhanced hearing alone could catch of the pain in the city was a mystery to you.

“Try something for me and just focus for a moment. Close your eyes,” he directed.

You pulled a face at the idea immediately, a soft scoff following after. Close your eyes? What was he trying to do?

“Come on, I’m being serious here,” he continued, turning his attention on you sitting beside him. “Close your eyes.”

Releasing a heavy sigh, you lowered your head and shut your eyes. You felt a little ridiculous doing it, though. No doubt people were staring at you as they walked past.

“Fine, they’re closed,” you told him.

“What do you hear?” he asked.

You snorted immediately at the question, your eyes still shut. “Not remotely as much as you,” you retorted.

Matt nudged your arm with his shoulder, the gesture immediately quieting you. He was trying to help you, to show you something that he felt was important. You figured you should probably stop messing around and give him that chance.

“Okay, I suppose…I hear people?” you replied after a moment. “Cars?”

“Mhmm, what else?” he encouraged.

Shifting on the park bench uncomfortably, you tried to focus a bit more closely on the noise around you. Briefly you wondered if this is what it felt like on a far smaller scale when Matt tried to zero in on particular sounds with his heightened hearing. Did he have to focus this much?

“Kids playing in the park nearby, laughing and shouting,” you continued. “A lot of people in the park walking around and having conversations. Pigeons cooing. Car horns and traffic.”

“And what do you smell?” he asked.

Once more, you immediately pulled a face at the question. “Seriously, Matt? You want me to pay attention to the smell in the city?”

His deep chuckle met your ears before he nudged your arm again. “Doesn’t have to be the disgusting parts,” he told you. “But keep your eyes closed.”

Shaking your head at him, you switched your focus to the smells of the city around you. This was an exercise you’d certainly never done before–sitting in the middle of a park focusing on your damn senses.

“I smell my coffee,” you began, hearing Matt’s soft, encouraging hum beside you. “The detergent we use that’s not completely scent-less. I’d say fresh air, but it smells more like gasoline than anything.” Opening up an eye, you peaked over at Matt beside you. “And if you want to know how I’m feeling? A little ridiculous right now.”

Matt smiled back at you, his lips gradually pulling upwards at the corners. He leaned back against the park bench, throwing an arm along the back of it behind you. As you brought your coffee to your lips for a drink, you leaned into his side.

“You know what I hear?” he asked you.

A sarcastic comment had been on the tip of your tongue, but you held it in. Because you found yourself genuinely curious about his answer.

“No, what?” you questioned.

Matt nodded his head in the direction of the playground currently filled with boys and girls running around. Some parents were pushing their little ones on the swings, others were watching them slide down slides. A few kids seemed to be chasing each other playing a game.

“Friendships being formed,” he told you. “Those kids over there just met a few minutes ago. And,” he continued, gesturing his head off in the direction of the street nearby, “a young man off to a job interview. He’s nervous because he really wants this job.”

Completely enraptured by the insight into Matt’s view of the world, you sat silently beside him as he spoke. His hand holding his coffee raised, gesturing far off to the other side of the park as he continued.

“That bakery way over there opened up a few months ago,” he told you. “The woman who owns it is recently widowed, but she always gives free cookies to the kids that stop in. Just because it makes her happy.” His hand holding his coffee moved, now gesturing over to a couple sitting at a park bench not that far from the both of you. “They got engaged two months ago. They're already planning a wedding for next spring while discussing moving into an apartment together. They can’t seem to agree on decor. And–” his coffee cup pointed at a woman jogging past you both, “–she’s a few months pregnant.”

Your eyes followed after the woman jogging past your bench, Matt’s words lingering in your mind. You often forgot just how much more he could experience in the world around you with his heightened senses. While you often knew it could be overwhelming for him, you’d never really stopped to think about all of these other things he noticed that no one else could. It was fascinating.

“This is what it’s like for you?” you whispered, eyes shifting around the park, watching the various people going about their afternoon. “You’re just always picking up on all of these little things about the world and everyone in it?”

“Yes, but that’s not exactly the point of this,” he replied.

His hand slid down from the back of the bench, landing on your shoulder as he pulled you further into his side. Shifting beside him, you looked over at Matt as one of your brows slowly rose in silent question. You had a feeling you knew where this was going.

“So what was it?” you asked. “Teaching me to practice mindfulness?”

Matt shrugged lightly beside you. “I suppose in a sense you could call it that,” he answered.

You studied his face for a long moment, wishing you could see behind his glasses right now. But you knew what he was getting at, you didn’t need him to spell it out for you.

“This is what you do, isn’t it?” you asked him. “When the world gets too dark even for you.”

One corner of his lips curved upwards at your observation, the sight of it telling you everything that you needed to know. This was exactly how Matt Murdock coped with the death and the pain and the despair in the city–by focusing on the life around him.

“There’s always light, sweetheart,” Matt told you softly. “I know how it feels when the weight of all that darkness seems to have snuffed it out permanently, but it’s never actually gone. Because it's always all around you–and in you.” His thumb affectionately brushed over your shoulder, that partial smile still on his lips. “Sometimes you just need to remember to get out of your head and find it again.”

Somehow, his words had hit you harder than you'd expected. Looking away, your eyes trailed over the different people in the park, quietly watching the life happening all around you, a strange swell of emotions bubbling in the back of your mind that hadn't been there a minute ago.

“That's incredibly insightful for a man who forgets to eat if I don't remind him half the time,” you pointed out quietly.

A soft, amused laugh slipped out of Matt beside you, his thumb still tenderly rubbing your shoulder. “I know,” he said. “But you see it now, don't you?”

Teeth sinking into your bottom lip, your attention shifted to the kids playing on the playground. The tiniest glimmer of something flickered past that dark shadow of your mind. Not enough to expel it, but enough to create some holes through that darkness.

“Yeah,” you murmured. “I can see it.”

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prettyboykatsuki-moved · 9 months ago

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best friend yuuji? you’ve just rang the dinner bell

i was just thinking like.

im adding this after writing but this is soooo fucking long lmao im sorry.

tags for fem!reader (reader is referred to as a girl many times, no explicit mention of anatomy), best friends to lovers, 18+ etc

okay. i feel like you and yuuji meet in a stereotypical way

yuuji is your best friend. you met when you guys were sat next to each other in school (classic case of quiet kid and loud kid) but yuuji is uber friendly so he naturally made friends with you. you guys always clicked. in a weird way. no one else could ever fully grasp it

but you just get each other. you have similar mindsets and find each other comfortable. so you grow up and into each other - and become best friends after a long while. he comes over a lot to yap while you study and while it looks one-sided - you often take care of and look after yuuji and make sure he's not carrying too much at once.

anyway . you have a really good relationship. you're not glued at the hip but it's like, you stick together so much people often ask where the other is when one of you is missing. you get older to around middle school and puberty starts to really . hit you know.

a lot of girls confess to yuuji in that time. it's normal. sure he's rowdy and loud but he's the kind of good guy you notice when you really talk to him. fundamentally good, and not crude and shallow like other boys your age. popular but not obviously. it's the first time in your relationship you are self conscious about being his best friend and just happening to be a girl

there's rumors and stuff. you and him never talk about it until some stuff happen (like yuuji seeing it cause problems) and then you talk. the gist of it is basically that - you're yuujis best friend in the world and nothing could change that. it doesn't matter who you are. he's just trying to show you he cares

and you realize right then you are in love with him.

years go by. you get a little older. you go through highschool much like middle school - with no boyfriend. yuuji dates infrequently but usually gets broken up with. this pattern repeats into college.

(what you don't know, because yuuji never bothered to ask - is that the girls he used to date broke up with him simply because he wouldn't shut up about you. everything he should've done with a girlfriend he did with you already. he even keeps pictures)

when you get into college and grow into adulthood, you and yuuji are still extremely close. you chose to stay home and so did he - so not much is very different. except now you're meeting all sorts of new people and having new relationships form.

you don't know how exactly it comes up. you're studying for an upcoming midterm, yuuji is talking about how he got turned out by the cute girl that he works with and he pauses and asks.

"you know, i know you study hard but you should have fun too," he says this laying in your bed like he owns it, turning his head to look at you where you're bent over your desk. "haven't you thought about getting a boyfriend now that you're in college?"

you are good at brushing this off. you've been doing it for years. you do not tell yuuji that you don't date guys even after you get asked out because you're in love. you just shrug and tell him straight.

"i already told you. im not going to think about dating until i'm finished with school and i've held my career for two years."

"but aren't you bored?" yuuji asks, sincere. he doesn't press you but he is being nosy. "i don't play around that much either but i don't know. a little is healthy. and you've always working hard. playing around with handsome guys might be fun."

"not gonna change my mind."

"don't you get i dunno," he lays on his back. "sexually frustrated, though?"

you pause. you flinch. you've never talked about this before.

you clear your throat a little. "don't be inappropriate. and i do the job myself just fine."

"i guess girls don't have to worry about losing their virginity as much as guys but,"

you try to move on as swiftly as you can from talking about this in relation to yourself. "you make it sound like you slut around, yuu-chan."

he laughs a little behind you. "well no but you know. it's nice laying with another person. only if we're together though."

"yeah, sure. good for you. stop pestering me about it then and go get a girlfriend."

"so mean," he replies, laying back on his stomach. "but do you really not care at all about losing it?"

you frown, swallowing the words explaining that you do care but not just anyone will do. you give him a half truth. a lie of omission.

"it's not that i don't care but it has to be with someone i trust a lot. i don't know any guys like that, so,"

"ehh?? what about me?"

you freeze. you're sure you're mishearing it. "what about you?"

"well... you trust me right? so i could help you with it until you do find a boyfriend,"

you turn around. surely not. surely you misheard. surely he did not tell you to have sex with him so casually. you turn around to verify he's fucking with you.

only to find the most blatant sincerity you've ever seen. he's never been entirely stupid but well. he has his moments.

"do you even know what you're saying? you have to get it up for me to do that."

"well sure. but im reliable and trusrtworthy. and maybe it'll relax you a bit."

you think at that point you're definitely losing your shit but no. unfortunately your guy is dead serious. and you know, yuuji is an idiot but he's not enough of an idiot to not know it's unconventional - but in the moment, in the second he asks, his reasoning is for good. he gets a weird little feeling thinking about you losing it to someone you don't trust you know?

you obviously debate with him on this. you refute him, even - telling him that there's no way he thinks that's a good idea. and you go back and forth and you stop him at some point. to just be like

"do you even think you could kiss me?"

and yuuji just stands to his feet, leans over your desk, and kisses you.

and well. after that, it's kind of like you can't keep your hands off of each other.

it's clumsy your first time. you have no experience. but yuuji is your best friend, and he's himself - so he's patient and gentle and sooo very helpful. he teaches you to kiss and breathe through your nose and open your mouth and all sorts of other things. he's big so it's kind of hard to put it in but he takes is time. the sex feels really, really good and is intimate - almost naturally because that's your very best friend in the entire universe.

and so like. you guys have sex. you dont really plan it or anything but somehow when you get alone - it just gets so, so tense and neither of you can seem to cool down.

and how could you, you know? you've always wanted to fuck yuuji and maybe, seemingly, he wants it too. he gets so red when you bend down on your knees and try to blow him and it makes you so confident. you just... start fucking all the time. and you guys have been so close that no one cares if you two are alone together or not.

and so like. you begin this intensely sexual relationship and miraculously unchanged relationship. like you hang out as normal. and you fuck alot. and it's amibigous and vague.

you're kind of torn up about it, but yuuji is the kind of guy to not hook up with more than one person - so it's not hard to delude yourself into dating. he's already sweet and cuddly and thoughtful. and you know, you've always been so, so strict with yourself. you're really on top of your shit you know? so you reason with yourself, fine. ill just do this and see what happens. it's not like you.

(but it's hard to be strict with yourself when he makes you cum six times you know.)

so weirdly, in a weird way - you're kind of fine. you're a bit numb, a bit adjusted to it.

BUT YUUJI? OH YUUJI IS GOING THROUGH IT.

look. i mean what i said about yuuji being sincere and dense about this whole thing. he really does just want to help you and he doesn't think anything of it. sure sex is for someone you love, but yuuji does love you so it's fine to him.

the problem? the problem is you go from looking like a vague, amorphous and wonderful friend whose appearance he rarely thinks of (outside of beautiful, because of course you are - you're his best friend)

and instead become the most insanely fuckable person he has ever laid his eyes on and it is . ruining his life.

again. it's not as if yuuji ever thought you were unattractive. beauty is bigger than appearance to him, always has been - and you've always been the most beautiful girl in every room because you had a lovely character to you. he adores you. as a friend.

he never.... saw you in any other way. not even when other people kept assuming he did. you're a girl so he knew people would try to box you into that with him regardless but it was never like that. or at least, in his head it was never like that.

sure, whenever he dates someone - he is subconsciously compares them to you and sure, no matter what the person he has the most fun with is you but that's normal right? best friends is a big deal after all

you have sex for the first time and it's like. all of a sudden he's seeing all these aspects of you completely different. it's such a dramatic shift for him. like.

but it's not.... just your body really. of course not. he's not just lusting after ou but there's just something different about how you look in his eyes. something about how you readjust your sweater, how you wipe the corners of your mouth. something about the way you look at his place with shorts and a comfortable shirt just barely riding up your stomach and matching fuzzy socks (that are kinda matted from being worn)

all of this is just so, so fucking sexy now. he gets the weirdest fluttery feeling and just . can't help but be on you. you don't even know what you do to him either, and how could you? but god it destroys him. really ruins him to see you all doe eyed. know how you feel when you cling onto his biceps.

for the longest time - he can barely figure out whats doing it to him.

and then like. one day you're finished having sex and you're both so tired you fall asleep. and you're at his place - naked in his bed. he wakes up in the middle of the night. he moves the covers you know, to get up and get a towel - wipe you down.

and then you sort of hold onto him. still asleep. you let out a very soft whiny nooo, and he just. finds it so cute. so without thinking, he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead and tells you to keep sleeping which you comply with bc ur not awake anyway.

and then when he sits up again he's like. oh. shit shit shit. shit.

that's when it hits him that he's in love with you which is. troubling to say the least. not only because he feels guilty for ruining your friendship but also because he knows himself well enough to know there's no way he could hold himself back.

but he thinks about and... does he have too? he knows it won't be right away but you do this with him too. so maybe, just maybe, there's a chance right?

for what its worth, i do think you two end up together with a minimal amount of angst. but the amount of heavy ass pining...the months it goes on of you two getting insanely, unbearably intimate and then not talking about it. and like. yuuji tests the waters with you. kisses you before he leaves, and does all sorts of stuff but you always go with it. you both cover it up but eventually it all spills and i think that's mostly cause yuuji is so open ......

anyways.... best friend yuuji.... he is on my mind....

#return to sender #yuuji x reader #writing tag #this is not writing its just me talking i should give this a real fic sometime. but the idea is there

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 6 months ago

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Crossing The Line

(Art Credits @penpapernaiad on X/Twitter- https://x.com/penpapernaiad/status/1866626496410103905)

Caitlyn Kiramman X Vi Lanes 18+

Summary: After an intense race, Violet confronts Caitlyn about the end controversy which leads to both women discovering something about their relationship and finding a mutual way to take their frustrations out.

Word Count: 4.6k | Rating: Explicit

Warnings/Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Realisations, Explicit Smut, F1 inspired Fic, Experienced Mercedes Racer Caitlyn/Rookie Red Bull Racer Vi, Top Vi/Bottom Caitlyn, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Brief Praise, Implied Switch but Dom Vi, Begging

A/N- This fic is inspired by the amazing F1 fanart of CaitVi on Twitter and I know absolutely nothing about F1 so apologies just in case some things are incorrect. Also, this is the first time I’ve written something that isn’t a Character X Reader so apologies if it’s a bit weird as I’m not used to not writing something that’s not second person.

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The sound of engines warming up rumbled around the track, the drivers making their way over to their respective cars to prepare themselves for the race as the crowd cheered in excitement at what was about to happen, the past few races being some of the most competitive of the last few years as new drivers entered the scene, adding their own personal flare that livened up the sport.

Caitlyn Kiramman, renowned champion and title holder stepped out into driver’s zone, her usual cold, composed and focussed manner on display for all to see as she strided over to where she was needed, her figure radiating dominance and authority as many paused to simply admire her professionalism. Heads turned nearly every time she walked past, the confidence in her form for everyone to admire as she stepped past the McLaren team, offering a polite nod to their technical director before continuing, her blue eyes drifting over to the next racing team, her gaze inevitably wandering to where a certain Red Bull racer was.

To say things were tense between the world title holder and the new rookie on the block, Vi Lanes, would be a severe understatement, the two of them constantly clashing in every race as the latter’s reckless and rash driving manner was something Caitlyn was not fond of, finding the lack of consistency and accuracy to be a flaw rather than something to admire as she knew the rookies luck would have to come to an end soon. For the fans, this sudden and profound rivalry was something to rave about, the crowd already in anticipation as they saw on the screens the two drivers lock eyes from across the zone, a sudden tension filling the air as the composed, icy blue met the charming and playful glint in the Zaunite’s eyes, cheers surrounding the area as the gaze was held, neither one of the women wanting to back down.

A smirk graced Vi’s lips as she tried to subtly provoke the blue haired woman, leaning back casually against her car as she zipped up her suit, catching the way the Piltie’s eyes flickered down to the fabric pooled around her waist, Vander, Vi’s director, telling her it was time to actually start focussing. Well, almost as the rookie still had some feathers to ruffle.

“Hey Kiramman,” Vi called out once the other woman had looked away, gaining her attention once more as she simply raised her perfect brow up in a questioning manner, her face impassive whilst she waited. “Keep your eyes on the road this time cupcake , wouldn’t want you to get distracted like last time,” she teased after having just stolen the win in the last race, taking her vibrant red helmet off the top of the car, her amused expression growing at the way she saw the subtle clench of Caitlyn’s jaw, observing how her posture tightened that little bit more as the words settled in the champion.

“See you on the track, Lanes,” was all Caitlyn replied, keeping her response level headed and calm, doing her best to ignore the playful remark and get back to focusing on the upcoming race, wanting to wipe that smug smile off Vi’s face.

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Adrenaline pumped through Vi’s entire being as she kept her eyes trained on the Mercedes in front of her, following behind as close as she physically could, waiting to pounce and steal first place from whatever opening the champion would offer her. However, waiting for the perfectionist that was Caitlyn Kiramman to make a mistake was practically pointless, the woman’s consistency on every corner rather infuriating to the Zaunite as she entered the final corner of the penultimate lap a little roughly, braking later to try and gain fractions of a second on her.

“Fuck, come on Cait, give me something,” She muttered to herself, eyes sparkling with a little hope but also eagerness to find something, anything to use to try and improve her position as second wasn’t good enough for Vi anymore, she was here to prove a point.

There was also an odd burning desire within her to beat Caitlyn, the tension that brewed between them something more, something that festered deep inside them both and made it seem all the more private and intense.

The anticipation and excitement bubbled with every move the drivers took as they sped through the first and second corners of the final lap, a hint of unfamiliar nerves growing in the pit of Caitlyn's stomach as she spotted how close Vi was to the back of her, the feeling odd to her as she wasn’t so sure as to why the other woman managed to get under her skin so easily, something inside urging her to somehow do more to ensure she would win, the rivalry being something more personal to her than simply holding onto her infamous Kiramman legacy.

The nerves only grew as they passed another section of the track, Jayce communicating through the radio to Caitlyn about how Vi had seemed to rather impossibly shave off a little more time, the front of the Red Bull's tyres in line with the back of the Mercedes as they sped along the straight stretch, ready to entire the final corners.

Determination was evident in both women’s eyes but a sudden glint of light flashed in Vi’s eyes as a minute opening revealed itself to her, the red car launching into the corner recklessly as she tried to squeeze passed, the two cars nearly clipping as the Mercedes had to just about dodge the collision, gasps erupting around the track.

It was almost as though everyone was holding their breath as the two cars lined up practically side by side, both trying to get the edge on the other woman as the cars turned sharply, another rash and bold idea swiftly entering Vi’s mind as she tested the ability of the world champion on the final turn.

Spotting the hasty move, Caitlyn responded instantly by blocking the overambitious attempt, defending her lead in a manner that had the commentators in awe as they watched the rest of the race unfold, a few protests from some at the way the Mercedes blocked the car off, finding it rather controversial at how the Red bull had to brake harshly to prevent the car smashing into the barriers. A stream of curses and angered words spilt from Vi’s lips as she had to watch helplessly as the Kiramman sigil on the back of the leading car grew smaller in the distance, crossing the line whilst the checkered flag signalled their victory. As she claimed second place, Vi’s blue eyes followed the way the woman in front of her waved to the crowd, celebrating her win proudly, brewing something undecipherable and intense within her as she needed to find a way to express her anger, feeling as though it was an unfair end to the race, Vander attempting to soothe her and express how impressive second still was but the words fell on deaf ears, Vi’s mind focused on one thing.

This wasn’t over yet.

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“What the fuck was that?” Vi snapped as soon as she could find a moment with Caitlyn away from the press and media, her helmet being dropped onto the table as she followed the winner into her private lounge, wanting to confront her and find some sort of way to get rid of this strange, bottled up sensation within her.

“Excuse me?” Caitlyn’s tone expressed her distaste for the way she was being spoken to, the door being shut by Vi as the blue haired woman crossed her arms over her chest, exuding a fierceness that seemed to only just ignite the anger Vi was experiencing as she took in how the Mercedes’ driver looked after the race, a little taken aback by how perfect and flawless she still looked.

“Oh come on, you know exactly what. You nearly sent me into the barriers, that should have been a penalty,” Vi accused, earning a simply scoff in response, an anger starting to build in the pit of Caitlyn’s stomach at the tense encounter, the way Vi stepped closer to her, her usually charming blue filled with nothing but passion and something undecipherable. The blue haired woman simply smiled in almost disbelief as she shook her head at the other woman’s antics, her hands moving to slick her hair back, feeling the sweat that had built up from under her helmet as she smoothed out her perfect locks, catching the attention of Vi as she couldn’t help but look at the way her long, slender digits moved through her hair.

“God, you’re so predictable,” She muttered out, her head tilting in a slightly condescending manner as she took in the way the pink haired woman’s brows furrowed slightly, taken aback at what was being said. “You drive recklessly but it’s my fault you lost!” Caitlyn’s tone was laced with an underlying annoyance, as though she was irritated by the Zaunite’s driving style for another reason other than how difficult it was to race against, finding it unsafe for her but also Vi.

“ Predictable ?” Violet’s voice was dripping with offense, her arm moving in the air slightly to exaggerate her point as she spoke, the gesture not going unnoticed as Caitlyn watched the way her arms flexed subtly through the suit, an odd heat settling at her core as she listened to the rant leaving her lips. “I am not predictable,” she huffed out, her entire style based on the principle that she was bold and unpredictable, no one knowing how to race against or challenge her, it was the sole reason Red bull took a chance on her. “And I only lost because you cut me off, we both know I had you on that corner otherwise,” she argued, taking another step closer to her as Cait’s gaze hardened, the way her ice blue eyes were staring into Vi’s soul making her heart flutter strangely, a shiver running down her spine at the way dominance just seemed to suddenly ooze off the Piltovan.

“I was defending my lead,” She coldly replied, standing up a little straighter and reminding the two of them of the slight height difference, Vi refusing to back down as she stood before her. “It was perfectly legal and you know it, maybe you should have been keeping your ‘eyes on the road’ to notice that I was defending,” she taunted, throwing back Vi’s teasing remark back in her face, a mocking laugh falling from her lips as she chuckled out in disbelief at her words.

“And you say I’m the one that’s predictable? I should have know that you wouldn’t never be able to believe you were actually in the wrong for once,” Vi muttered in a snarky manner, the tense eye contact seeming to affect both women as the bubbling of heat within them both grew, eyes seeming to subconsciously flicker down to each other’s lips, insatiably drawn to one another.

“I can accept it,” Cait starts off after snapping out of the small trance of staring at the other woman’s lips, imagining the way they felt as she spotted the small scar against her top lip, her mind wandering down the wrong path as she pictured how plump they would feel against hers, her head shaking to rid the thoughts from her head as she continued, “But I wasn’t in the wrong today, that was you trying to squeeze through a gap that wasn’t there as usual!

“As usual?” Vi snapped back but before she could get another word out, Caitlyn cut her off, not wanting to hear her try and argue something that was clearly true.

“Oh come on Violet , we all know it!” The words that leave Cait’s lips takes Vi back, the use of her full name triggering something within her, her heart beating that little bit faster as heat courses through her body, the overpowering feeling of arousal confusing her momentarily. “You try something rash and stupid and pray it pays off, I warned you when we first met that it wouldn’t pay off in this league but you didn’t listen,” underneath the irritation in the Piltovan’s tone, there was a hint of something else, Vi’s brows furrowing slightly as Cait continued, seeming to need to get this off her chest. “You were reckless in the first race and you still are,” she sighs out, a hint of care seeping into her words making everything suddenly click into place in Vi’s mind, a tense silence wrapping around them both.

Their eyes met once more, the two of them seeming to both realise at the same time why everything felt more intense, felt more personal and significant between them, why it was always more than just a race. The atmosphere around them grew tense as their eyes softened momentarily, searching one another as everything slowly processed in their minds, the feelings that were being uncovered and discovered, the close proximity between them more prominent as they both realised how close they actually were, and the sudden desire to cross a line.

Naturally, Vi made the bold move to lean forwards, her hand cupping Caitlyn’s cheek as they crashed their lips together, a soft moan escaping the latter as she lost herself into the feeling of Vi’s addictive lips, gasping gently into her mouth before leaning back in for more. Both of them closed their eyes as they let themselves drown in the passion of the kiss, hands roaming each others bodies, pulling each other as close as physically possible as bottled up emotions were poured into the kiss, the anger, care and underlying love taking over them both along with lust and desire, their bodies longing and craving one another.

Sliding her hands down the toned back of Violet, Caitlyn pulled her closer to her, letting her body be trapped between the wall and the other woman as she sighed softly into the kiss, the two of them smiling into it briefly before going back in for more, their fervent lips constantly brushing one another as their bodies felt an electric connection, arousal clouding their minds. Taking control, Caitlyn let her teeth gently bite down on Vi’s lips, earning a low groan from Violet as she felt her tongue soothe over the dull pain she caused, her tongue then sliding into her mouth as their tongues lewdly slid against each other, igniting a newfound desperation within them both as hunger took over their actions.

Hands messily found their way to Vi’s hair, the Red Bull racer’s hands moving to the opposite woman’s hips, caressing them before letting her hands continue to explore her body, wanting to know what she enjoyed, eager to witness her reactions. The feeling of slender fingers tugging on her hair sent heat pooling between Vi’s thighs, distracting her momentarily before her lips pressed a little harder against Cait’s, moving them to pepper kisses along her jaw, taking a minute to let her thoughts make sense again, the only thing consuming her mind being the blue haired woman.

Her lips trailed addictive, hot open-mouthed kisses along the soft and creamy skin she could, the feeling of Cait trying to take control of the situation again making her realise how she still was a little annoyed with the other women, deciding she wanted to get revenge back for just missing out on first place.

“Vi,” she heard the other woman sigh out sinfully, the way her name fell so effortlessly from her lips, wrapped in that delicate British accent, sent waves of arousal crashing through the Zaunite but she tried her best to not let it affect her as she wanted to tease the woman melting in her arms beyond madness, to torment her and get revenge for the race.

Pulling back from her enticing skin, Vi gazed into Caitlyn’s eyes, getting lost in the way each shade of blue was filled with desire before letting her hands travel up her body to the zip of her racing suit, asking the silent question for permission. The tender action brought a gentle smile to Caitlyn’s lips, the ice queen’s composure slowly crumbling away as she let her eyes flicker between the aroused glint in Vi’s eyes and her fingers tugging down her zipper, taking in how skilful her fingers looked and how she imagined they would feel buried deep inside her.

Their lips met once more whilst Vi’s fingers slowly pushed the fabric off her shoulders, fingers sliding under the thick protective gear they had to wear to the thinner fabric, her strong hands gripping onto her hips, squeezing in a manner that Caitlyn found intoxicating, fogging her mind with arousal as she tried to dominate the kiss, wanting to have some sort of control as her body slowly succumbed to the other woman’s touch.

The action however simply made Vi smirk into the kiss, the smug expression accompanied by her hands drifting lower in her suit, meeting the waistband of the leggings the Mercedes’ driver wore under the suit, fingers toying with the fabric.

“Ah, ah,” she hummed out disapprovingly when Caitlyn tried to take control, a teasing and playful tone to it as she ghosted her lips against hers, brushing them delicately before trailing the soft touches to the shell of her ear, wanting to torment the woman pinned against the wall. “You can be the perfect, composed and in control Kiramman on the track but here,” Vi rasped teasingly, teeth gently biting down on Cait’s earlobe, punctuating the end of her words with a kiss to her cheek and fingers drifting closer to the woman’s core, feeling the way her skin was burning and desperate for more, “Here I want to ruin you.”

“Fuck,” the word escaped Caitlyn before she could stop it, her eyes fluttering open to meet the amused blue of the other woman as she pulled back briefly to engrave the site of Caitlyn Kiramman speechless before her, the glint of dominance in Violet’s eyes making Caitlyn want to squeeze her thighs together but she didn’t, not wanting to give in so easily. A challenging expression crept onto Caitlyn’s face as she lolled her head back against the wall, offering her neck for Violet to kiss down, her teeth scraping against the sensitive skin whilst her fingers slid under the waistband of Cait’s leggings, slowly travelling along her searing skin, feeling the way her muscles twitched under her touch.

“Always so confident,” Caitlyn tried to tease, but her voice betrayed her as the words spilt from her lips in a pleased, shaky sigh, her control and composure diminishing with every touch Vi offered her, her body simply craving to let someone else take control for once.

“It’s part of my charm,” Violet chuckles out against her throat, the feeling of her lips pulling up into a smirk making arousal pool between Caitlyn’s thighs, her legs spreading to welcome the other woman’s hand as she drifted over the neatly trimmed hairs there, groaning softly at how wet she already was. “And we both know you love it,” she mumbled out playfully, kissing along Caitlyn’s jaw and encouraging her to lower her head, wanting to watch her reaction to what was about to happen, needing to see the way pleasure etches its way onto her face.

“Mhmm,” was all Caitlyn could hum back in response, biting down on her lip to muffle the moan that wanted to escape her, the way Violet’s fingers felt sliding through her folds effortlessly, gathering the abundance of arousal that was there and using it to circle her clit, making it hard to keep a hold of the last of her self control, the other woman reading the signs of her body and smirking at the attempt to stay quiet.

A gasp left Caitlyn when Vi skilfully moved her fingers, letting her thumb circle her clit whilst one of her digits slid in easily to her dripping core, a restrained noise desperately trying to leave her lips at the amount of pleasure and heat that consumed her body. The way Violet’s free hand moved up her body to the back of her head, threading through her blue locks and tugging softly also had desire and pleasure clouding her mind, her eyes fluttering open to meet an amused pair of blue eyes gazing at her hungrily before they drifted down to her lips, admiring the way she attempted to stay composed, her fingers digging into the Red bull driver’s suit.

“Don’t hold back,” Vi whispers before leaning in for a kiss, brushing lips tenderly as she slowly thrusted her finger into her soaking cunt, curling it beautifully against the other woman’s weak spot, her hips grinding down desperately against her hand as sparks of ecstasy shot through her. “I want to hear you scream for me Cait,” Vi further encourages, earring a slightly louder moan that blessed her ears, the sound spurring her on to keep those sinful sounds falling from her lips, needing to hear all the desperate moans, whines and whimpers that she possibly could.

“Shit, Vi,” Caitlyn groaned out, the combination of her words and the way her fingers expertly slid into her making her body need more, addicted to the pleasure coursing through her veins, the intoxicating manner in which Violet crashed her lips to her, letting passion once again take over them both.

“That’s it,” Vi praises, smirking into the next kiss as she feels the effect praise has on the other woman, the way her hips bucked against her hand and how she clenched around her digit signalling just how much she loved it, Caitlyn’s head dropping down to hide at Violet’s neck as she basked in the warmth her skin provided momentarily. “You’re so wet, fuck,” Vi mutters almost in disbelief to herself as she adds another finger into Caitlyn’s core, thrusting them both in a manner that had the other woman delirious with the euphoria building in the pit of her stomach, her eyes fluttering open as she looks down, watching the way Vi’s forearm moves with every skilful pump of her fingers.

“Do that again- Shit , just like that, right there,” Caitlyn moans out, moving one of her hands to rest over Vi’s shoulder, fingers digging into the toned muscle she knew was under the suit whilst the other moved to the collar of the protective gear, grasping onto the fabric so she could pull the other woman back in for a searing kissing, the need to feel her lips against hers more important than anything else. “Don’t stop,” the words fall from her lips in a plea she was a little embarrassed by, the sheer amount of desperation lacing her words something she wasn’t used to, but part of her didn’t care as being filled up by Vi’s fingers just felt so good, her body being pushed towards that familiar edge.

“Are you close?” Vi pants out into a desperate kiss, keeping her pace steady as she felt Caitlyn’s hips buck a little harder against her hand, a sense of urgency seeping into her movements giving away just how much she needed to feel pleasure crash through her. “Yeah?” The cocky tone further aroused Caitlyn as her knuckles started to bleed white at how tight she was gripping onto the back of Vi’s suit, wanting to let her nails scratch down the tattoos littered over her back, to feel her bare skin under her fingertips. “ Beg me ,” was all Vi rasped out, chuckling softly at the hint of annoyance that instantly etched its way onto Caitlyn’s face, a reluctant look clear for Violet to see, only further amusing her as she watched the internal conflict in the blue opposite her.

“Vi,” Caitlyn managed out, a hint of a warning tone present in her whisper of the other woman’s name, the corner of Violet’s lips tugging up into a mischievous smirk as she could tell Caitlyn’s pride was preventing her from begging desperately to let her come.

“Beg me or I won't give you what you want,” she muttered into another lewd kiss, tongues sliding against one another before Caitlyn gasped into her mouth, Vi’s fingers brushing over her sweet spot perfectly, almost blurring her vision with pleasure and causing the Mercedes' driver to give in, simply needing to feel her body being over the edge.

“Please,” she whined out quietly, ashamed at how submissive she sounded, at how much of an effect Violet had on her, her body begging for her touch, her lips, just her .

“What was that?” Vi tauntingly questioned, earning a groan of frustration from Caitlyn as she bit down on the teasing woman’s lips in protest, annoyed at how much fun she was having riling her up. “I couldn’t hear you, you need to say it louder Cait,” she teased, moving the hand that was tangled in blue hair to the woman’s chin, tilting her head to make her look into her eyes as she begged her to take mercy on her, to give her what she so desperately needed.

“Please Violet,” she pleaded, not hiding the sheer amount of desperation in her tone as their eyes locked, sparks of arousal flooding through them both at the intimate, passionate and intense gaze, Vi unable to resist any longer, needing to see Caitlyn fall apart at her touch.

“Come for me,” she murmured into a passionate kiss, both of them being consumed by the moment as her fingers curled at just the right spot, thumb still brushing over Caitlyn’s sensitive clit, sending her crashing into her release. “Make a mess all over my fingers,” Vi added before a string of moans spilt from the other woman’s lips like a chant, pleasure instantly consuming Caitlyn entirely and wracking through her, body tensing and trembling in Vi’s strong arms as her release crashed through her powerfully.

Violet took in every sigh, every soft moan that gracefully fell from Caitlyn’s lips as she rode out her high, the slight twitched from her body as euphoria and ecstasy overwhelmed her, her hips slowly coming to a stop against her hand whilst she relaxed against her comforting body, sinking into it as Vi pressed her into the wall to keep her upright, letting her recover from the exhaustion of her release and the race from earlier. Tenderly, she also brushed back the stray strands of blue from out of Caitlyn’s eyes, tucking a few behind her ear as a delicate and beautiful smile stretched across Cait’s face, the intimacy wrapping around them both greatly appreciated by both women.

“Don’t get used to that,” Caitlyn mumbled after a moment, holding the soft gaze, letting a hint of mirth appear in her eyes for Violet to see, her smile growing that little bit wider as she raised her eyebrow expectantly, waiting for her to elaborate, “ Next time , I’ll be in charge and I’ll remind you of your place.”

“Next time?” Chuckled out Vi, a sudden excitement growing in her at the idea of spending more time with the other woman, a small nod from Caitlyn making her smile even more. “And where is my place?” She humorously asked, sliding her hand out of the other woman’s suit, bringing her fingers that were covered in Caitlyn’s cum to her lips, groaning a little at the taste of her whilst Caitlyn watched in awe, unable to take her eyes off her lips as they wrap around her fingers.

“Under me,” she purrs out, that usual confident and dominant demeanour returning in the Piltovan, her eyes flickering between Vi’s eyes and lips before leaning in to softly press their lips together, her arms loosely wrapping around the back of her neck as they savour the moment.

“We’ll see about that,” Vi huffs out, her hands settling at Caitlyn’s hips as they let a comfortable silence wrap around them both tenderly, their eyes conveying the emotions they both felt whilst they held the soft and gentle look, both of them glad that they crossed a line, ready to see where this would take them.

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