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when in berlin | jung wooyoung

pairing: jung wooyoung x afab reader

word count: 5.1K

summary: you move to the big city, yearning for a big change in your life, only find yourself feeling stuck all over again. that is, until you meet wooyoung, a perfect stranger who leads you on an unforgettable night of adventure and self discovery.

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, non-idol au, strangers to lovers, alcohol consumption (but nothing crazy), unprotected piv (wrap it up!), use of a petname (baby), feat. work bestie!giselle.

author's note: i wanted to make a cute lil fluffy fic (with smut ofc) for my ult and this is what happened :-O i wanted to go a lil harder for him but i decided to save that for my next fic of him hehehe ALSO for reference, i imagined the club remix of umbrella to sound similar to this song, hope it captures the vibe. thank u to @hausofmingi and T for proofreading as always ♡

being new to the city was taking a toll on you.

you left your small town on a whim, eager to go out in the world: to experience something new, to get a bit of culture, to really find yourself. but all that you’ve found so far was a shitty low-paying job and a (suspiciously) low rent apartment on the east side. no one could blame you, you had just arrived and were still finding your footing.

you needed to get out; all you’ve really done in the past month of living here was work, eat and sleep. you desperately needed to socialize. so when your coworker invites you to go to a nightclub with her, you remind yourself that you’re here to try new things, and agree to go.

the line for the club is long. you expected this, it is a saturday night after all. you just weren’t really prepared to stand in line for half an hour. you’re dressed for the occasion, for in the club at least. it’s just outside the club that’s the issue, with cold air biting at your thighs in your all-too-tight dress. you check the time on your phone.

“giselle, it’s already 11:30,” you groan. “should we just go somewhere else?”

“but we’re so close to the front!” she quips. “just a little longer?”

giselle had been telling you all about this place, berlin. it was a club hidden in a basement in the heart of the city. apparently it plays all the hits, the actual good ones. and then at midnight, they always play some club remix of “umbrella” and bubbles descend from the ceiling. it sounded fun when she told you about it, but in this chilly air that’s only getting colder, you start to wonder if it’s worth it.

“fine,” you say, rubbing your arms to try to produce some sort of heat. “but if we miss umbrella then you owe me.”

giselle examines the long line ahead of you. “maybe we can get in with someone near the front?”

“giselle, no-” but before you can finish, she’s walking towards the front of the line.

you stay in your spot, feeling frozen in place. you watch her approach a group of men that seem to be around your age. you can see her nodding and smiling. since you met her, she’s definitely had a way with words. then, she looks back at you and points. suddenly feeling eyes on you, your face flushes in embarrassment, bringing heat back to your cheeks. you can’t really see the men, it’s dark and they’re a bit too far to see the details of their faces. giselle motions you over, and you’re hesitant, but you force yourself to be brave and cut the line.

as you make your way over, you can see the men getting their IDs checked and stamps pressed to their hands. you catch up to giselle, who’s fishing through her purse for her wallet.

“that was easy,” she giggles. “meet our new friends.”

you both turn to see the men being ushered in, not even getting a moment to introduce each other.

“oh. maybe we’ll catch up with them later,” giselle mumbles, swiping her ID from her wallet.

you shrug to her with a chuckle, ready to hold your hand out for a stamp.

following giselle down the stairs, the dark caverns of the stairwell were dimly lit with red lights. you can hear the music bumping distantly, and you wonder how much longer this set of stairs is. as soon as you reach the bottom, you realize it’s just a floor for the bathrooms and you have a whole new set waiting for you. the music grows louder and louder, and you start to feel the bass in your chest, or maybe your pulse is just beginning to rise in excitement for what’s to come.

a man that seems to be a bouncer guards the door leading to the actual club. as you both approach, he nods and pulls it open, unleashing the blasting sound and the heat of dancing bodies. you and giselle look at each other, smile, and rush right in.

you try and navigate your way through, opting to get drinks before anything else. you finally squeeze through the sweaty bodies to reach the bar, and giselle requests two tequila shots.

“tequila?” you repeat to her, struggling to yell over the music. “so it’s that kind of night?”

“oh yeah,” giselle says, grabbing the shots from the bar and paying her tab. “it’s that kind of night.”

you look at each other, doing a quick cheers and laughing almost out of giddiness. here’s to new experiences, you think to yourself.

slamming her empty glass down, giselle grabs your arm and starts leading you to the crowded dance floor. “now let’s fucking dance!”

swiveling through the crowd, you eventually land in the perfect spot right in the middle of the dance floor. the speakers are thumping some charli xcx song you know every word to, and the lights are flashing around you as well as the glistening bodies surrounding you. the crowd is jumping, singing to the song, dancing like no one is watching. you realize that you’ve been so tense all night, so you finally allow yourself to let loose.

you sing along with giselle, screaming the lyrics to each other and dancing to an unknown rhythm. but you don’t care how stupid you may look, you’re having way too much fun to think about the strangers around you. the alcohol slowly seeps through your veins, your head feeling lighter and your body more relaxed. with each song, you somehow don’t grow tired, only more exhilarated.

“i’m so glad we did this!” you attempt to yell to giselle.

“huh?!” she replies, not hearing you.

you brush it off with a laugh, continuing to jump along with her. the music switches to a song with a heavy bass, and you begin to feel the beats in the pit of your stomach. you melt into the music, letting every beat dictate your movements. the energy in the room changes, as if the pulsing sound awakened something in the crowd. you glance around, as if you’re trying to locate the source of the energy, before realizing you felt a pair of eyes on you.

there, across the flashing lights and moving bodies, you lock eyes with a stranger. despite the chaos around you, the stranger is standing still, maintaining eye contact with you. you feel a magnetic pull towards him, curiosity overcoming you. but before you can do anything about it, giselle pulls you deeper into the crowd. you can’t help but look back, searching for the eyes of that mysterious stranger.

“i think i’m gonna grab another drink,” you lean into giselle to say. “do you want anything?”

“i’m good for now!” she replies, continuing to dance.

you nod and try to part through the crowd, getting bumped and pushed a little too much for your liking. you escape the crowd only to another bustling one waiting around the bar. you sigh and run your fingers through your hair. this is gonna take a minute.

“you want a drink?” a man next to you says.

you prepare yourself to reject the man, having no interest in flirting with some random guy at a club. but when you look over, you notice it’s the man who was gazing at you across the dance floor. up close, he’s even more captivating. his dark hair is perfectly tousled and long strands of his tresses hang a bit over his face. his eyes contain a glint of curiosity, enhancing his mysterious demeanor. you catch yourself staring, and resort to nodding to him.

“what do you want?” he leans into your shoulder to murmur in your ear.

“uh, i think i just want a water,” you say, feeling yourself getting dizzy. you only had one shot and it’s wearing off quickly, and you realize the source is from a sudden wave of nerves.

you watch as he’s able to make his way to the edge of the bar top, not even needing to push and prod around the shifting bodies. in no time, he’s turning around with 2 waters, handing one to you. you take a big sip through the straw, trying so hard to maintain eye contact as he does the same. but his sharp brown eyes start to make you feel like jelly. how does he have this effect on you?

“i’m wooyoung,” he smiles, playing with his straw.

“hi wooyoung,” you say with a smile, telling him your name as well.

before you can continue, the song switches to the one you’ve been anticipating all night. umbrella. the crowd erupts in energy as the line around the bar immediately retreats to the dance floor. everyone knew what was about to happen. you look back at wooyoung with a smile on your face.

“let’s dance?” he says, grabbing your hand and steering you straight onto the dance floor.

you let out a giggle, seeing him holding your hand and looking back at you as pulls you in deeper. he pulls you into a spot big enough for the both of you, albeit very close. your faces are only inches apart, and you both gaze into each other’s eyes with growing interest. he then unleashes a sly grin, pointing to the ceiling above you. you look up to see a black metal box hanging from the ceiling.

“what is it?” you ask.

“wait for the chorus,” he lets out, slowly wrapping his arm around your waist.

you melt into his touch as the music pulses through your ears. you wrap your arms around his shoulders and let yourself sway to the rhythm. the lights are flashing blues and greens above you, glimmers reaching onto wooyoung’s face. you’re completely taken over by his trance, your eye contact persisting. his eyes break away to look up, watching the bubbles descend from the ceiling. you’re in awe from the whimsy around you, watching the bubbles fall onto the crowd.

it’s so silly in hindsight, the little light show and bubble machine. but with the way you feel the bass lines run through your whole body and the bubbles falling softly into your hair, you start to feel euphoric. wooyoung’s body melds into yours, grinding against you as he holds the small of your back. the bridge lifts the music to the height of the song, causing the bubbles to unleash tenfold.

“it’s so pretty!” you yell to him, attempting to catch them. you look to him smiling at you in admiration.

“oh my god,” you yelp, coming to a sudden realization. “giselle!”

you look around the crowd, searching for your friend. your eyes finally lock with hers, all while she’s dancing against a tall man.

“you okay?” you mouth to her.

she just nods eagerly, pointing behind to the man grinding against her. “I’M GOOD,” she mouths back with an OK hand signal.

you sigh in relief and turn back to wooyoung. a new song begins playing, but your focus is on him.

“wanna get out of here?” he says in your ear, before pulling back to see your expression.

you nod and allow him to pull you out of the crowd, weaving through the mass of people. he continues holding your hand all the way up the red stairwell, opening the door for you at the top of the stairs. as soon as you exit the building, you let out a big sigh.

“that was so fun,” you let out, smiling ear to ear. “now what?”

“i’m starving,” wooyoung says. “food?”

after getting something to eat at a food truck open a couple streets over, you and wooyoung arrive at a nearby park you found to sit in the grass. in the middle is a huge pond, with the moon reflecting along the soft ripples. you have a perfect view of the city, buildings looking massive and lights shining bright in the evening sky.

“it’s so beautiful,” you say under your breath, gazing at the sight before you.

wooyoung looks over at you. “yeah, it is.”

“you know, i just realized,” you start. “i’ve been in this city for a whole month and i haven’t even explored any of it yet.”

“why’s that?” wooyoung asks.

“i want to make the excuse of working too much, but it feels like a cop out,” you admit. “i’m just… completely new to this kind of lifestyle. this place has definitely been a culture shock.”

“so why’d you move here?” wooyoung shifts to face you more.

“i got tired of the monotony,” you say. “i wasn’t going anywhere back home. i felt so… stuck.” you run your fingers through your hair, and let out a dry laugh. “i thought maybe if i throw myself in an environment i know absolutely nothing about, i’d learn something about myself. that i’d figure out what the fuck i want to do with my life. but living here so far has only made me realize how scared i am.”

“what are you scared of?” he asks.

“that i’m way in over my head,” you sigh, half-joking. “do you ever feel that way?”

“all the time,” he says. “but i try to ignore it. we have to take risks, embrace the unknown. that’s the only way we can actually find ourselves.” you nod, and he puts his hand in yours. “it might feel scary right now, but you’ve just made the first step.”

“you’re right,” you saying, turning to look at him. “it’s funny, this is probably the biggest risk i’ve taken so far here.”

“ditching the club to go to a park?” wooyoung asks. “"we definitely need to get you on some more adventures." he stands up, extending his hand out to you.

“what, right now?” you ask, grabbing his hand to lift yourself up.

“the night is still young,” he smirks at you. “i know the perfect place to start.”

the park you were at was big, but you didn’t realize how big. wooyoung guides you through the expanse of it, finally reaching to one end with a large unlit building. you can’t make out what it is at first, until reaching close enough to realize what it is.

“a carousel?” you ask. wooyoung is ahead of you, leading the way. “but it’s closed!”

“does that matter?” he says mischievously, running to the side of the structure.

you linger behind, nervously scanning the area to ensure no one is around. if you get caught, you could be in a huge trouble. you’re not sure what kind of trouble, but you didn’t really want to find out. but before you can continue spiraling, the lights of the ride blink on and starts slowly spinning.

“how the hell…” you say to yourself.

you slowly approach the ride, feeling the anxiety slowly dissipate from your mind as you watch the lights illuminate before you and faint carnival music plays. as the carousel turns, you see wooyoung already on board, seated on an ornately decorated white horse.

“are you getting on or not?” he waves his hand, beckoning you over.

you clench your fists, taking a deep breath. before you even realize it, you find yourself hopping onto the ride, claiming the horse next to his.

as the carousel begins to pick up speed, you felt a surging sense of exhilaration running through your body. you watch the blurred city lights spinning around you in streaks of color, wind brushing through your hair. it’s dizzying, but somehow felt good. wooyoung’s laughter is contagious, and you catch yourself laughing too, the sound weaving into the faint carnival music. you look back at him, still smiling along with you.

“this is amazing!” you shout over the music, holding the pole tighter as the horse moves up and down.

“i knew you’d like it!” he says, voice filled with warmth.

wooyoung leans closer, your eyes locking onto each other. your breath hitches, the music and lights fading into the background. a gentle smile plays on his lips as he reaches his hand out to hold your cheek, starting to close the distance between you. just as your lips were about to touch, the machine starts to shut down, and a flash of light hits your face. you bring your hand up to shield your eyes.

“hey!” a man’s voice yells out. “you can’t be on there!”

shit. you’ve been caught. you look over to wooyoung, who promptly grabs your hand and starts running. the last bit of momentum of the ride boosts you off and you trip over yourself.

“hey! get back here!” you see that it’s park security yelling, and they’re starting to run towards you.

wooyoung lifts you up from the ground, and as soon as you regain your composure, you start bolting. you both run hand in hand, laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. wooyoung looks back, the security guard still on your tail. you reach the edge of the park, not sure which way to turn. wooyoung steps in the street, waving his hand out for a car. you look back to see the guard nearly caught up to you.

“wooyoung, we gotta go!” you yell.

he lets out a loud whistle, prompting an almost-passing taxi to halt a few feet in front of you. you both hop in, wooyoung telling the taxi to just start driving. the driver follows, continuing down the street.

you’re both out of breath, heaving from the sudden running. you look at each other and laugh.

“well…” you say. “what next?”

“oooh, i like it,” wooyoung teases. “you almost get caught and you’re already ready for more?”

“shut up,” you say, shoving his shoulder.

“mind telling me where to go?” the driver says.

“oh, sorry,” wooyoung chuckles, pulling out his phone. “can you take us here?” he shows an address to him. the man inputs the directions and reroutes.

“where are we going?” you ask.

“just a little party,” he says.

you arrive to the address, staring at the building as wooyoung pays the taxi. it’s a high-rise apartment building, and it looks nice—like, your entire salary worth for one month nice.

“um, wooyoung,” you say hesitantly. “who’s party is this?”

he wraps his arm around you. “it’s some famous DJ.”

“do you know this famous DJ?” you ask, almost not wanting to know the answer.

“nope,” he replies, walking you both through the tall glass doors.

“then how the fuck do we plan on getting in?” you whisper-yell to him. “this is an apartment building!”

wooyoung takes his arm off of you and points to the front desk. “well for starters, there’s no doorman.”

“that’s only half the problem!” you say as you step into the elevator.

he puts his hand under your chin teasingly, forcing you to make direct eye contact. “just trust me.”

the elevator doors open to a huge hallway, white walls covered with lavish paintings and the floors a shiny marble. near the end of the hallway, you can see a couple people loitering around the entrance of an apartment. there’s a man guarding the door, most likely security. wooyoung starts walking confidently towards the door, you following behind wondering how the hell he’s gonna pull this off. he approaches the guard and nearly grabs the doorknob.

“name?” the man says flatly, holding his arm out.

“oh yeah, i’m—” wooyoung starts, then stop when the door swings open to let a few people out. he takes a glimpse inside, then suddenly seeming like he sees someone he recognizes. “oh, hey chris!”

a man inside waves back, although looking a bit confused. the security guard sees the exchange, momentarily taken off guard.

“mind if i go join my friend?” wooyoung says, trying to continue his ruse. “he’s been waiting for us all night.”

the guard remains skeptical, causing wooyoung to lean in closer to him. “look, he invited us personally. if we don’t get in, it’s on him. you know how these things go.”

not wanting to cause a scene, the guard hesitantly nods and lets you both through. as you walk into the lavish space, you can’t even wonder how the hell that worked. all that matters is that it did, and now you’re here, in this huge place swarming with undoubtedly rich party-goers and music blaring in your ears. you follow wooyoung as he makes his way to the kitchen island, grabbing drinks for both of you.

“what should we cheers to?” wooyoung grins, handing it to you.

“maybe our new friend chris?” you say, giggling.

“to chris!” he says, clinking his glass to yours. you both take a sip.

“you’re crazy,” you say to him. “i can’t believe that actually worked.”

“confidence is key,” he winks, taking another sip. “should we explore?”

you nod, turning to trail him as you head towards a hallway of doors. unsure which one to pick, you look at wooyoung.

“one of these doors has GOT to lead to something cool,” he says, already walking up to one of them. he opens the door and promptly closes it with a surprised look on his face.

“what was it?” you ask, curious as ever.

“let’s just say some guy is getting very lucky tonight,” he says, holding back a laugh. “maybe i should’ve knocked.”

you put your hand over your mouth in an attempt to hold back a laugh, but seeing wooyoung’s shocked face sends you over the edge. you let out a muffled cackle, causing wooyoung to crack up too.

“shhhh!” he says, still laughing with you. he walks up to the next door. “let’s try this one.”

he opens the door to a dark room. you can’t really tell what it is, until walking in and letting your eyes adjust.

“they have a fucking movie theater?” you say, looking at the plush red couches around you and huge screen before you. “how famous is this DJ?”

“i don’t know, but i’m gonna need chris to introduce us,” wooyoung says, plopping down into a seat. he pats the spot next to him, prompting you to join.

“how did you find out about this party anyway?” you ask, getting comfortable on the couch.

“a friend of a friend saw a story and blah blah blah… does it matter?” wooyoung says, chuckling.

“you must go on a lot of adventures,” you say.

“i guess so,” he says, shrugging. “you know, i was kinda like you when i first moved here. it felt like i was just living like a zombie… wake up, go to work, come home exhausted, fall asleep, and the cycle starts all over again. i didn’t even realize i was avoiding what i was meant to do when i moved here.”

“and what’s that?” you ask.

“same as you,” he says, leaning his shoulder against yours. “same as everyone who moves here, to find myself.”

“and?” you ask.

“and did i find myself?” he says. “no clue. but at least i’m having fun.” he breaks into a smile, eyes meeting yours. you can’t help but to smile back.

“i guess having fun is a good start,” you reply. “maybe that’s exactly what i need.”

“i can help with that,” wooyoung whispers with a smile, leaning in towards you. your eyes flick from his eyes down to his lips, feeling the magnetism between you pulling you closer.

the theater door swings open behind you with two men charging in.

“yeah man, i don’t fucking know this guy!” your used-to-be friend chris says to the security guard approaching you.

“alright, you two,” the guard huffs. “party’s over.”

wooyoung and you immediately jump up, running to the opposite side of the theater to loop around and push past “chris” to escape out the theater door. you run together, attempting to open each door in the hallway to find some sort of place to hide. when one of them leads to a bathroom, you both rush in and slam the door behind you to lock it. wooyoung presses you against the door, his hand resting just above your head.

your breath trembles as you look up at wooyoung. he places his hand on your cheek, examining your face before closing the distance between you in a hungry kiss. he presses you close against his body, moving his other hand to hold your waist. the kiss was all-consuming, finally allowing all the built up tension to finally release between your bodies. your lips meld into his as you card your fingers through his long hair, not wanting to let go.

a knock shakes the door against your back as a man yells for you two to get out. but the threatening voice is just another sound in the background, your mind is only on wooyoung. you separate for moment, foreheads leaning against each other.

“let’s go somewhere more private,” wooyoung whispers. you smile and allow him to lead the way.

as you arrive at wooyoung’s place, you cling to him, allowing his lips to meet yours in a passionate embrace. you stumble over each other as he moves you backwards toward the bedroom, giggles escaping both of you. your clothes fall to the ground in the process, nearly ripping them off each other. you fall back onto the bed and wooyoung hovers over you, continuing to kiss you ravenously. his hands roam up and down your body, almost as if he wants to feel every inch of you—as if he wants to worship you. he slots between your legs, grinding against your core as he begins kissing your neck.

your body is aching for him, it’s been aching for him all night. the moment you saw him, the energy between you felt electric. and even now, with his body pressed against yours, the undeniable chemistry flows among you. your moans are inescapable, with the desire building in your stomach. wooyoung lifts himself slightly to move a wandering hand down to your heat, pushing your underwear to the side to feel your dripping core.

“so wet,” his muffled voice against your skin, before moving to meet your lips again.

he gathers your wetness upwards, beginning to rub circles around your clit. you moan into his mouth, relishing in the agonizing stimulation. he dips his fingers back down to your hole, entering his two middle fingers slowly. as he inches in, you clench around him, eager to take them. he thrusts his fingers in and out, progressively reaching deeper inside you. when he starts curling his digits to reach your g spot, you break away from his kiss to let out a wanton moan.

“wooyoung, i need to feel you,” you murmur, urging him to take off his underwear with you following suit.

he guides his cock to your entrance, dragging upwards to stimulate your clit. he drags back down and pushes his cockhead against your fluttering hole. your legs tangle around his waist, squeezing as if to tell him please, please fuck me. he pushes into you, causing you to release a sharp gasp at the size. he holds the side of your face, caressing gently as he gradually begins thrusting.

the sounds of your strangled breaths fill the room as he continues his movements into you. waves of pleasure ripple throughout your body, making you dig your nails into his shoulder blades. his body moves in perfect harmony with yours, emitting a raw, unspoken passion. your legs wrap around him even tighter, your heated bodies melding into each other even deeper. the connection between you feels magnetic, and it only grows stronger with each thrust. his gaze meets yours, eyes filled with lust.

“you feel so fucking good,” he says between breaths, and places tender kisses along your jawline.

“please, don’t stop,” you manage to reply, pleasure taking over.

he lifts his body up to piston into you, hips snapping against you. his moans are unrelenting, the grip on your thighs tightening as the heat in your stomach begins to grow. he feels the way your core contracts around him, causing him to release one hand from your thigh to now focus on toying with your clit. this increases the clenching, nearly taking his breath away in pleasure. his thumb’s pace quickens, bringing the tension in your core to an unbearable peak.

“wooyoung, i’m gonna cum,” you moan, feeling the cord in you ready to snap.

“cum with me, baby,” he replies, his pace persisting. you can feel his grip start to tighten as he angles himself just right in you, causing you to completely come undone.

the room around you fades away as pure ecstasy overcomes you, not even holding back the straight up pornographic moans each of you are letting out. the tightening of your core around him makes his hips stutter, filling you completely with his release. the rolls of his hips begin to slow, fucking the last bit of his cum into you. he lets out a satisfied groan, falling on top of you while still inside.

your chest rises and falls in staggered breaths, finally coming down from your high. your run your fingers through wooyoung’s hair as he nestles in your neck. he hums against you softly, sending vibrations against your skin.

you wonder if this will be a one time thing—if he was just the perfect stranger you needed to meet in order to discover yourself. that he was just a stepping stone to urge you forward on your path, soon to be left behind but never forgotten. your heart sinks at the thought of it. you didn’t want that to be the case, because what you felt with him felt too real. that there’s this undeniable intense pull that made you crave more, and you ache at the thought of letting this go.

wooyoung gently holds the side of your neck, soft breathing tickling at you as his thumb slowly caresses you.

“sooo,” he starts. “what are you doing tomorrow?”

a smile spreads across your face as you realize that this perfect stranger won’t remain a stranger for long.

a/n: yeah so this was very self-indulgent but i have no regrets. i'm defo gonna make tonssss more woo fics, especially sub!woo, so stay tuned for that. 3rd fic ever so plz leave feedback and reblog to support me! thank uuuuuu ✧*

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rcmclachlan · 2 months

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OSCAR PARTY FIC WHEN??

How early does Tommy start taking bets.

Is the dress code themed every year or is it just black tie?

Tommy has a buddy who usually makes all his themed Best Picture charcuterie boards and he is MIFFED that this year Tommy's stupid buff boyfriend has been fine tuning full ass meals for a month: Tommy this is just a plain ass meat and cheese board you are insulting me and My Vision.

Buck makes all his picks based on Vibe (he fell asleep during at least three of the movies Tommy showed him) and somehow wins the pot. Literally every pick is right even the Upsets. Only Tommy knows his bf made most of his decisions based on the movie poster or the actors IMDb page.

After everyone has left and Buck is picking at grapes while they pack away leftovers, Tommy grabs Buck's hand and twirls him into his arms and when Buck laughs and laughs and laughs Tommy admits he's been chomping at the bit for a dance since they didn't get to dance at his sister's wedding and this suit (Buck pulled out the red velvet smoking jacket) has been driving him WILD all day.

(also "suck the filament out of a lightbulb" I'm OBSESSED with you)

@alchemistc you are SINGING my SONG.

Tommy's been running a movie club called The Talkies for the last eight years that is made up of various coworkers past and present, three former Army buddies, and Janusz Kaminsky (as a favor to a friend, Tommy flew Kaminsky around Berlin for a few days of shooting establishing shots for Bridge of Spies, and they were good friends by the end of it).

There are two rounds of betting: a practice one in October for the year's movies up to that point then the real one in December after all the Oscarbation films are released. There's a $50 buy-in and each person can do two brackets. The first year Buck wins it, everyone chalks it up to beginner's luck. The second year, they grumble but congratulate him (after everyone grudgingly acknowledges there's no way in hell he could possibly cheat). The third year, they eye him nervously. The fourth year, Sal corners him by the bathroom and demands to know what the winning numbers are for Tuesday's Mega Millions drawing.

The first time Buck attends, he gets into a conversation with Kaminsky and asks a million questions about cinematography, which Kaminsky is more than happy to answer, but then it comes out the only films of Kaminsky's that Buck has seen are The Lost World and Cool As Ice, and then Tommy has to stop a two-time Academy Award winner from strangling his boyfriend to death.

#lucy brings the charcuterie board every year and when buck breaks out bobby's famous lasagna—having perfected the recipe—#she places a hand on his shoulder and says very seriously 'buckley i will shear you like a sheep before the night is over'#buck knows she's not joking and hides tommy's knife block in the guest bedroom #bucktommy #911

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pseudophan · 15 days

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oh bc anon just wrote it, the confessions for the berlin show were

1. someone pegged a cop who is an coworker of their ex -anon

2. got engaged 2 days ago and now its the first time they told someone (dnp and us) -phiancé (dnp laughed at the name and said it's really creative)

3.told their very christan grandmother that dan and phil were brothers and that it gets more akward every time (bc they got so much gayer lmao) -dil howlter

4.sold the 2nd tickets of their friend who dipped on the show and kept the money -anon

so does pegging the cop who's their ex's coworker mean they used to date a cop... very strange kink but go off i guess. i saw the third one that's my favourite, like you can't really walk that one back you're just stuck with that story now LMAO

thank you!!

#titspoilers #answered

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fantasticalleigh · 17 days

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putting my thoughts down from tags i added to the last post here bc i need them to have their own space but--

i wondered why drew looked so damn tortured on RAW when he beat punk and destroyed the bracelet and after seeing that photo of Drew in near tears the over analyzing really kicked off

so drew Claymore'd Punk off the commentator's table and knelt on the ground after but instead of looking smug or laughing he just looked. idk. broken. and then when he's picking Punk up and they're in the ring and he's stalking around Claymoring him again and again there's that one moment where Drew turns his head away and scrunches up his face like he's in pain.

Why is he reacting like that to his own actions? Normally whenever Drew beats Punk he's a gloating, sadistic, grade-A asshole but on Monday he did look heartbroken. Punk was celebrating being finished with Drew Mcintyre after Bash in Berlin, practically having a party in the ring that he's now able to set his sights on a new opponent and Drew just can't bear that so he came out and did what he did.

Yeah, it's about pride. It's about payback. It's about respect. But (I think) Drew really expects Punk to match the intensity of his obsession with this feud. Every week he's out there demanding Punk's undivided attention:

-luring him out of the ring to chase him around the stadium when Punk is too focused on Seth

-learning his opening routine/mannerisms to the letter to mock him. using all of Punk's history against him like a weapon/insult to provoke an emotional reaction.

-taking his bracelet and kissing it to taunt him every chance he gets

-"look me in the eye when you speak to me" "you complete me/you're my muse/this is divine intervention" "it will never be over" etc. etc. etc.

-risking being fired and even arrested by crashing out on live tv multiple times demanding that Punk come see him/fight him

And Punk responds. He followed Drew to Glasgow just to fuck him out of a win in his own home country (no i will not rephrase that thank you very much). He waited underneath the ring to leap out on an unsuspecting Drew during his segment to whip him with a strap. He ruined Drew's MITB cash-in and beat him with a chair and then the title belt. He falls to Drew's bait again and again but recovers quickly. To Punk it's just another Monday with his unhinged, annoying coworker who he's got another match with. Even if it's a personal rivalry Punk refuses to see it in the same light as Drew does.

TBH I get real Batman & The Joker vibes from them both where Drew (the Joker) wants more and more out of Punk (Batman), and Punk just won't give it. And that breaks Drew's heart because, well, he's a great big dummy deep in love/denial and doesn't realize it yet. Despite his hatred of Punk, Drew feels/senses this is a great /special rivalry and doesn't want to let go.

Deep down he's gotta be thinking of Punk as a worthy adversary even if he'd have to be forced to admit it out loud and through bloodied teeth. Why else keep the feud alive at this point? At the beginning he tried to establish himself as the IT guy. "I'm your leader now, kid." So if he was THAT guy, couldn't he have walked away at any point? Drew could have been the one to drop Punk and focus his sights anywhere else. But now we know he just can't let go of things. He's still fixated on 2020. He's still fixated on his history with Punk. He gave Punk that power (unwillingly) to ruin him, it's his own fault but he's powerless to stop it at this point.

So when Punk's out there talking about setting his sights on someone new, Drew can't bear it, and that pushes him to destroy the bracelet. If I can't have it, you can't either. There's a real poetry in Drew forcing Punk to swallow those beads (and totally not a sexual connotation behind it, no way ;) ;;;;) ). The bracelet was a really interesting motif in the feud, and I loved its symbolism, but I'm glad it's gone. I keep seeing people comment on social media about the feud being stale by now (I disagree) and the expectation is that it will end at Bad Blood in a Hell in a Cell match. I'm sadly leaning this way too, but now that Drew destroyed the bracelet the feud can have a fresh breath of air and go down a new line if they write it right. Selfishly, I don't want it to end any time soon. It's my favorite story line right now in the WWE.

#leigh speaks #this has been an essay lmao oops #punkintyre #drewpunk #drew mcintyre #cm punk #wwe #i just would love to see what these two could cook up once RAW goes on netflix.#maybe let them cool off for a month or two and then come january--BAM they're fighting again #WWE if you need writers hmu i got a yarn to spin for you

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floralpascal · 2 years

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Next Time

Summary: After your night together in Ireland, Ghost tried to return to a strictly professional relationship with you. But after being alone in a safe house with you for days, you both find yourselves breaking under the growing tension.

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 2k

Rating: Explicit (18+ only, mdni!)

Warnings: kissing, unprotected p-in-v sex, wall sex, secret relationship

A/N: I’ve had this scene in my head since the very beginning and I’m so happy I finally got to it!

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Ghost was supposed to be done. He was supposed to be over it. He had you once and now he was supposed to be able to move on, to forget the way your body felt under his, your heady moans, the languid catch of your lips against his.

He wasn’t supposed to be here again.

“Ghost, harder.”

He wasn’t supposed to have you pinned up against the wall again.

“Fuck!”

He wasn’t supposed to have you again.

With your legs wound around his bare hips and his arms holding your body up against the wall, he slammed his cock in and out of your dripping cunt. You were completely bare, in stark contrast to his mostly-clothed form. His pants were pushed down only enough to free himself and the cloth of his balaclava was pushed up to his nose for the second time in your presence. With his mouth just by your ear, you had a front row seat to every one of his rumbling grunts each time he shoved himself back inside of you.

The sounds reverberating off the walls of the safe house were beyond lewd. His grunts, your wanton moans, the wet squelch of your cunt as you took him over and over again. With each thrust, a thud wracked the wall behind you, creating a steady rhythm.

It was a scene he had promised himself would never happen again. Ghost had fought against the urge to take you again ever since the night you both fucked in the hotel in Ireland. What he thought would be a good fuck to get you out of his system turned out to be the gateway to insatiable lust. Ghost hadn’t been able to forget that night and move on from you like he had intended. Instead, you haunted his every thought and he found himself craving you more than ever before. In the months following your first night together, he hadn’t avoided you but he had avoided being alone with you - a course of action that you seemed to be taking as well.

When you both were ordered by Price to go on this solo mission together where the two of you would be confined to a safe house in Germany while you awaited a signal from your contact in Berlin, it took every ounce of strength Ghost had to keep his mind off of it. Off of you. Keeping your focus completely on the mission, he hadn’t been able to tell if you were thinking about Ireland at all. Maybe that one night was all you wanted; you got your fill of him and that was that.

On the third day, however, he finally saw it. Ghost had been leaning close to you as he moved to grab a plate from the cupboard. Not knowing that he was there, you whipped around with a newly acquired bag of crisps in hand and smacked straight into his chest. Both of you had frozen, his arm extended to the cupboard door and your free hand pressed to his pec, your bodies pressed together again. When your eyes slowly lifted to meet his, he almost couldn’t breathe. He watched your pupils blow wide as a flicker of hunger danced behind your eyes. You wanted him. Fuck, you wanted him like he wanted you.

There was no doubt that you saw his own desire in his eyes. All he had to do was move in, simply lay his hand on your hip. Then, you could finally-

He shouldn’t do it. He reminded himself of every reason why, both officially and personally. Not only was he your superior, he just simply shouldn’t have been this hung up over you. He was trying to move on, trying to forget how amazing it felt to have you fall apart under his touch. You were his coworker, you weren’t supposed to be anything more.

With much more control than he felt, Ghost had softly warned, “We shouldn’t do this again.”

Suddenly, you blinked, seeming to come back to your senses. The warm heat of your hand left his chest, leaving him feeling cold its absence. You stepped back and opened your mouth to say something, but decided otherwise. You nodded curtly before shakily affirming, “Yeah… yeah, we shouldn’t.”

The want in your voice took him aback. Usually, nothing could shake you. You had been in some pretty nasty situations and barely batted an eye or changed your tone. For the first time, Ghost saw a glimpse of a crack in your armor. You were just as affected by this as he was, even if you both were trying to conceal it.

As you quickly escaped to the other part of the house, he tried to get a grip on himself. He was a fucking professional, he could stay in a house with you while keeping his dick in his pants. At least, he should have been able to.

But after days stuck alone in a safe house with you - facing several weeks longer - the tension was bound to snap. Both of you knew you wanted each other and, subsequently, every interaction became weighed down by that knowledge. So when he saw you in the hallway fresh from a shower with only a towel hiding your form from him, he knew the charade was over.

You had practically yanked him to you as lust clouded his head. He had shoved you up against the white wall of the hallway, your towel quickly discarded and his pants and boxers pushed down to his ankles.

That’s how he found himself pounding deep into you against the wall now, going against every promise he had made to himself. He should’ve felt some shred of shame for doing this once and he sure as hell should’ve felt shame for letting it happen again. But he didn’t, and that’s what worried him.

You felt incredible wrapped around him, your cunt as tight as he remembered and your legs locked around his hips. He was lost in you, pistoning hard and fast as he held your hips in place against the wall. With your head tilted back against the wall, Ghost was pulling moans and whimpers from you that he had never heard before - ones that he never thought possible. Each one spurred him on, going straight into his bloodstream and blurring his perception of anything that wasn’t you or the pursuit of this high.

“Don’t stop!” you pleaded, your voice high and breathless. Your hands clutched at his collar, searching for any sort of purchase they could find. “Just like that!”

”Came out here in a towel on purpose, didn’t you?” He rasped into your ear, punctuating the end of his question with a particularly hard thrust. “You wanted this?”

You simply nodded in response, your mouth too busy with a blissful moan. Under normal circumstances, he would expect to hear some sort of retort from you, but you were just as lost in the movement of Ghost’s hips as he was.

Ghost stilled his lower half, sheathed deep inside you, the smallest hint of smile creeping up onto his lips as you whined in frustration. He had never been one to tease during sex before - or talk, for that matter - but something about you made the opportunity undeniable, dark satisfaction washing over him. He ordered, “Use your words, Styx. Was it on purpose?”

“Yes! Fuck! I did it on purpose!” You practically yelled, frustration punching through your haze. Even finding those words sounded like a struggle. Desperately seeking friction, you tried to grind your hips against his, practically begging him to keep fucking you.

A chill went down his spine at your admission. That paired with your desperation sparked something deep within him. It was something he had never felt before, something powerful and unstoppable.

It was something he knew he shouldn’t have felt.

He slowly pulled out until only the tip of his cock was still inside you, leaning back so he could watch your jaw slacken as your eyes begged him for more. Like he could deny you. He slammed his hips flush with yours again, earning a sharp cry from you. You clutched onto his shoulders for dear life as he built up to a pace even more rough than before.

You leaned forward, grabbing the back of Ghost’s covered head and dragging his lips to yours. It was all teeth and spit and moans, just as rough and messy as the way he was driving into your cunt. He would have never pegged you for the kind of woman who would like it like this. Yet, here you were in utter bliss as he wrecked you.

Though, Ghost couldn’t say that you weren’t wrecking him just as much as he was you. The way he drove into you without abandon, completely disregarding any ounce of sense he had, was unlike anything he had ever done before. Something about you made him forget everything that he was supposed to do. Every promise he had made to himself to never touch you like this again was momentarily forgotten, pushed to the side to make room for you.

“I’m g-gonna-” you slurred against his lips, unable to even finish your sentence before your muscles contracted, your pussy squeezing him as your orgasm rocked through you. Continuing to pound into you, he worked you through your high, your tight walls sending him barreling towards his own release. With a few more stuttering thrusts, he was shoving himself as deep as he could to release in you. It was hot and thick and everything he had craved to feel again.

Even though he shouldn’t have, Ghost watched his milky white cum drip from your swollen pussy as he pulled out. Even in the post-orgasmic bliss, he knew it was a sight that would be burned in his mind for the rest of time.

Ghost carefully set you back on your feet, making sure that you got your balance after everything he had just put you through. You leaned back against the wall as you tried to catch your breath, your eyes shut with a small smile on your face. It wasn’t fair how gorgeous you were, completely naked in a dim hallway after getting pounded into the wall and still absolutely glowing.

“So much for ‘not doing that again’,” you chuckled.

He shook his head, trying to catch his own breath as he pulled his underwear and pants up again and brought his mask back down over his chin. With some clarity coming back to him he sighed, “We shouldn’t have.”

You shot him an amused look. “We’re well past that, Ghost.”

Yeah. One hookup was a mistake that could cost you both your jobs. Two hookups were a pattern - a career nuke waiting to go off.

Simply shaking his head again, he asserted, “We can’t let this happen again.”

Quirking an eyebrow, you appraised him. “Uh-huh. And the next time I show up in only a towel, you’ll magically muster up some self-restraint that you couldn’t this time?”

“Styx, there can’t be a next time.”

You leaned forward so that your lips were right against Ghost’s covered ear. “You and I both know there will be. Whether it’s you or me that breaks first, there will be.”

A shiver raced down his spine. He should've denied it - should’ve barred this from ever happening again and hoped that no one ever found out about it. But he knew you were right. He wanted you and, given the opportunity, he didn’t think he would have any better luck holding himself back than he had this time. Hell, he wanted to take you again now, his cock already growing half-hard for the second time that day. Your hold on him was just too strong.

You leaned back, your eyes searching Ghost’s with your face merely inches from his. The corner of your mouth ticked up before you said, “That’s what I thought. You know where to find me when you’re ready, Ghost. I’ll be here all week.”

With that, you slipped past Ghost, grabbed your towel off the floor, and strode into your room. As he watched the door close, he tried to convince himself that he wouldn’t do it again. He wouldn’t break again. He wouldn’t have you again.

But this time, he couldn’t even lie to himself. There would be a next time.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x you #simon riley fanfic #my writing

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republicansaredomesticterrorists · 1 year

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MAGAts call him the “real deal” and believe all the propaganda about him being a super spy who knows judo and is a sniper to boot.

Truth is he was a KGB desk clerk stationed in Berlin. When the wall fell and the Soviet Union collapsed the his coworkers abandoned the office and returned to Russia. Putin raided the safe and stole classified files. He then began using the files to extort people and the safe money was used to hire enforcers for his burgeoning criminal syndicate. Extortions soon turned to murders and confiscation of stolen property. Eventually he bought and black mailed his way into politics. He then began to hire ghost writers and propagandists to create a myth of a “hard man” about him. Nothing more than a criminally ambitious little accountant.

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semiotextiana · 2 months

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One thing i really dont get or find aesthetically pleasing or enriching in any way is food styling in an art setting. I think in general i just cant think of something more stupid-looking and unnecessary than overstyled tables, flowers, plates, candle holders, candles. it just gives me the worst rosenthaler platz berlin mitte coworking space c. 2015 vibes. Its not frivolous in the fun way, its not frivolous in a way where its masking or revealing that art is a commodity in a cool way, i think cause its as perverted as the commodification process without being appealing and it‘s so l‘art pour l‘art while being the furthest from art it possibly could be. its like congrats youve created another horrible job position in a horrible world. and the occasions are just always the worst. I do not need to see a deconstructed brezel at kunstverein münchen or a cup made from sea shells or a burlesque looking candle or a venetian antipasti flower arrangement at neue nationalgalerie or whatever. Like what the fuck are you gonna eat that or not. Why are you a child playing with food except youre an unbearable rich faggot playing with everyones sensibilities

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godsopenwound · 2 months

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told one of my coworkers that I'm going to Berlin alone for vacation and the first thing he said was, going alone is stupid. second thing he said, Berlin is kinda dangerous bc there are lots of Turkish and Muslim people. he needs to be shot immediately, you may have hate in your pathetic little soulless body of yours but I'll always have more for racist and islamophobic rats like you

#i hope you die a thousands of agonizing deaths every single day for an eternity #he's unbelievably awful #text

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therealdisneyfan2319 · 2 years

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Stress Relief | Wanda Maximoff

Summary: Wanda finds herself in need of some relaxation during a stressful period in her life

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Smut (minors dni), language, alcohol

Word Count: 2.6K

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A/N: This was a request from @jgmg10. Enjoy! Did I have flashbacks to the start of the pandemic and quarantine MMHMM

This wasn’t the way you had intended March to go. You were supposed to be flying to Berlin at the end of the month for work, but with the world shutting down it looked like you would be stuck at home for a while. The idea of working from home seemed like a novelty at first. Most of your job was done online anyways, so you didn’t necessarily need to go into the office every day. You were looking forward to the prospect of working in your pajamas from the comfort of your own every day: no annoying coworkers to distract you from the daily grind of tasks, no boss breathing down your neck every chance he could, no mandatory after-work get-togethers. Most people would describe you as a loner. You called yourself an introvert. So the idea of not having to leave the house to see anyone sounded like a pretty good tradeoff for not getting sick. However, your plans were shaken up when your next-door neighbor, Wanda Maximoff, ended up moving in with you.

Wanda and her brother, Pietro, were renting the house next to yours. Wanda was a librarian at the local elementary school while Pietro was working his way through a stressful emergency medicine residency at St. Matthew’s Hospital downtown. When things started getting bad, he offered to move in with some of the other residents in order to keep Wanda safe. She said no, of course, insisting that he stay in the house while she looked for a place to stay. You happened to overhear her while she was pacing around the backyard on the phone with someone, searching frantically for a new housing situation. The idea popped into your head before you could think about it, and before you realized what you were doing you heard yourself offer up the guest room for her. You heard the person on the other end of the line continue rambling as Wanda stared at you, trying to weigh the situation as she hung up the phone. She was wary of your intentions, seeing as you two hadn’t really spoken before. But once you assured her that you weren’t a serial killer, that you had more than enough room to spare, and that she wouldn’t be a burden she graciously took you up on your offer.

You couldn’t believe that you’d actually offered your house up to a stranger. You’d exchanged pleasantries a few times, having stopped to chat with her when you ran into her on a walk one night, but that was it. Wanda was cute, there was no denying that. Your heart fluttered in your chest every time you saw her. But your social anxiety won out against the small voice in your head that encouraged you to go talk to her. Truth be told it didn’t bother you. You were more than content with the way your life was going and you didn’t necessarily need anyone to make you feel complete.

Wanda moved in within the week, bringing a couple of suitcases and a backpack with her. Neither of you knew how long this would last, so she brought enough to be comfortable for a while. You’d already made the guest room up for her, changing the sheets and vacuuming and dusting to make sure she felt right at home. She settled in quietly, spending most of that first day unpacking and setting up her work-from-home setup. The presence of another body in your house was slightly unnerving at first. While you knew she wasn’t any sort of threat, just the knowledge that there was someone else in your space was enough to set you on edge for a while. Within a few weeks, the two of you settled into a somewhat routine. Her schedule started earlier than yours, so you only really saw each other in the evenings after work. One of you would be in the kitchen making dinner, and the other would stop by and chat. Like you, Wanda was quiet. It took her a while to open up past more than general pleasantries, but once she did you were amazed at how forthcoming she was. Many nights were spent laughing over dinner or trying to figure out the latest show to binge while it felt like the lockdown would never end. But you never spent any more time together than that.

You were sitting in the living room, drinking a beer while watching reruns of Miami Vice after a rough week at work. The stress of the state of the world was starting to get to you and you needed something to take your mind off things. The escape into the world of pastel colors, shoulder pads, and palm trees offered little relief, but it was good enough for the time being. As you flopped on the couch, engrossed in the police chase, Wanda wandered up from the basement. She’d started taking nightly workout classes over Zoom. It was the way she was dealing with the stress of the lockdown and the whole online learning nightmare. She walked into the living room, groaning as she flopped onto the floor in front of the couch.

“You good?” you asked, tilting your head off the pillow as you lay on the couch.

“No. My back is so stiff right now I can barely move,” she groaned. She stretched her arms over her head as she twisted side to side, hoping something might relieve the tension.

“Do you want me to try and massage it out for you?”

Wanda looked at you, a curious expression on her face. “Yeah, right. You’re just looking for a chance to feel me up, aren’t you?” she guffawed.

“Wanda, if I’d wanted to feel you up I would’ve done it by now.” She rolled her eyes at you, smirking as she did so. “But if you just want to suffer in silence instead, that’s okay, too,” you told her as you turned your attention back to the screen.

“Fine. But I swear if you try anything funny-”

“Relax, Wanda. I won’t do anything like that. I promise.” You sat up on the couch, swinging your legs around so they hung off the couch. Wanda pushed herself off the floor, groaning as she leaned back into child’s pose before standing up. She glanced down at your lap. “Come on, lay down and I’ll make all your worries disappear,” you teased.

“Right,” she drolled. She walked over to the couch, lying down on her belly and scooching her way up so that her chest was resting squarely on your legs. She crossed her arms above her head, resting her forehead on her forearms as you felt her full weight across your lower body.

“You’re sweaty,” you observed as you placed your hands on her shoulders.

“Shut up,” a muffled response came from the head that was buried in the couch. Smiling to yourself, you began to massage her shoulders. Your hands kneaded the tight muscles, squeezing and releasing them as you tried to help work out the knots that peppered the entirety of her back. As you worked your hands down to the small of her back, a groan fell from Wanda’s lips. “Mmm, that feels good,” she murmured as you circled your thumbs around the knots on either side of her spine.

Your fingers walked their way up her spine, tracing small circles around her tense muscles. You felt your heart speed up as you felt the curves of her body, her tight-fitting workout shirt leaving little to the imagination. Her breath hitched as you hit a particularly sensitive spot, causing a jolt of arousal to shoot through your body. Swallowing hard, you prayed that you wouldn’t do anything to embarrass yourself while she was lying right on top of you. But as you worked your fingers harder, Wanda’s moans became louder.

“You enjoying yourself?” you teased.

“Oh god yes,” she moaned. Without any coaxing, she rolled her hips into the couch. You bit your lower lip as you watched her squirm against you. Your hands were on her lower back and while you were about to run them back up and under her shirt, you boldly moved them down to caress the curve of her bum.

“I thought you said you weren’t going to cop a feel,” she remarked as she felt your hand cup her.

“Are you gonna stop me?”

“No.”

Wanda turned over on her back as you pulled your legs out from underneath her, bringing yourself up to lie on top of her. Her face was flushed from either her workout or arousal, you couldn’t tell and you didn’t care. You watched her chest bounce up and down as she breathed heavily against you. The air felt thick through the dizzying tension that was building in the room. You glanced at her red lips, wondering how they would feel against your own. She answered that question for you as she grabbed your face and crashed your lips into hers. You found yourself drinking in the sensation of her soft mouth against yours, her cherry chapstick smearing against your lips. Your entire body was buzzing with excitement as your lips explored each other, her hands moving up to tease through your hair.

As soon as you worked up the nerve you swiped your tongue over her lower lip, asking permission to enter her mouth. Her lips parted ever so slightly to allow you in. She moaned at the feeling of your tongue against hers. Your hands trailed down her body, reaching under her shirt and snaking their way back up as you dug your nails into her soft flesh. Her hips instinctively rolled up into yours at the rough contact, causing you to grind back down into her. A swell of arousal burned deep within you as you bit down on her lower lip, savoring in her taste.

As you kissed your way down her jaw, Wanda tugged at the string of your pajama pants. You groaned as you felt her cold hand reach down and grab your cock. Her fingers worked deftly over your throbbing erection, jerking you off while you moaned into her neck. A sharp nip on her pulse point caused her to squeeze you in all the right ways. You bit down on her porcelain skin harder in response, leaving a purple bruise in your wake. She gasped as you swiped your tongue over the sensitive area.

You pulled away from her neck, gasping for air as you stared down at the disheveled woman below you. Her eyes were wide with desire, sweat beading around her forehead. “How’s that feel?” you asked.

“I think I could relax even more,” Wanda teased. She bit her lip as she tugged your pants down your waist, your cock springing free of its restrictive confines.

“That can be arranged,” you whispered. Pushing yourself to your knees, you hooked your thumbs around the waist of her yoga pants. Wanda lifted her hips as you tugged them down past her knees. The sight of her bare cunt was enough to make your mouth water. It was already glistening with her arousal as you tentatively rubbed a finger over her slit. You painted her slick all over her lips and clit.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpered. Her hips bucked against her hand. She was desperate for your touch. Anything to relieve the ache that was quickly building between her legs.

“And you said you didn’t want me to try anything,” you teased, lightly circling her clit. “So I guess I can just stop.” Wanda whined as you removed your finger, grabbing your forearm as you pulled it away.

“Please touch me,” she moaned. Your pulse quickened as you watched her become visibly wetter. Ecstasy surged through your body as you saw Wanda becoming more and more aroused. All you wanted to do was bury yourself deep within her and stay there.

“Is that what you want, Wanda? You want me to touch you? You want me to shove my fingers into your cunt and fuck you until you’re begging me to stop?” “Fingers, tongue, cock, I don’t care. I just need you in me. I want you to fill me up again and again. Please I just need to cum around you.” She writhed against the couch cushions, her hips bucking up as she strained for relief. You watched as she threw her head back against the pillow, the vein in her neck straining against the confines of her skin.

Without warning you plunged two fingers into her. She was so wet that you slid right in without any resistance. The sudden intrusion ripped a loud groan from her as you began to pump in and out of her. Her legs trembled as you moved just the right way inside of her, the pads of your fingers rubbing against her most sensitive spot.

“Oh god more, I need more,” she begged. You smirked as you shoved another finger inside her. Her walls stretched easily to accommodate the new intrusion as your thumb began to circle her clit. Your fingers were drenched with her arousal, the slippery fluid causing your thumb to dance around the erect nub. “Shit, right there. That’s it, Y/N, fuck. Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Her words came in a strangled scream as you continued to bring her closer to her peak. Wanda’s walls began to flutter around your digits. But as she approached the point of no return, you pulled out.

A choked sob flew from Wanda’s lips at the sudden absence of your fingers. “F-fuck, please don’t stop,” she sobbed, tears pooling in the corners of her eyes.

Leaning over her, you pushed your cock inside her in one quick thrust. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt herself being stuffed by all of you. Just like when you first pushed your fingers into her, you face no resistance as you felt her slick walls stretch around you. Your hips set a fast rhythm, pounding in and out of her pussy with little regard for anything but the heavenly sensation of her squeezing you.

“Fuck,” you whimpered as you leaned over her. Your noses bumped against each other as your moans filled the room. You strained to keep your eyes open, not wanting to miss watching her experience total bliss.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, her hands coming up to grab your face. You kissed her roughly as you continued to pound your hips into her.

“Wanda, I’m gonna-”

“Don’t stop, Y/N.” She kissed you harder, biting down on your lower lip as your thrusts became erratic.

Shockwaves gripped your body as you erupted inside her with one final thrust. The sensation of you flooding her was enough to send her over the edge. She came with a series of moans that were muffled by a fiery kiss.

Your thrusts slowed and became more shallow as the two of you came down from your highs. As you struggled to regain your breath, you noticed that both of your shirts were soaked with sweat as you collapsed down onto her. “Feeling relaxed yet?” you joked.

“Oh yes,” Wanda chuckled breathlessly, a blissed out look spread over her face.

“Why didn’t we do this sooner?” you asked, your words muffled as you spoke into her neck.

“I have no idea. But I’m not opposed to doing it again?” She traced her svelte fingers down your back.

“Now?” Wanda nodded. “Wanda, I need a shower first.”

“Good,” she replied, pushing you off her. “I’ve never had shower sex before. Why don’t we go give it a go?”

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